#martin lefevre x reader

[venmondiese]

SOMETHIN' STUPID

-ˋˏ| summary: You have the biggest crush on Martin, and yet you have to watch how he falls for another girl. Even if it breaks your heart, you wish to be on his life rather than be nothing at all.

✧ | Pairing: Martin4Spider (It's Amazing to be Young) & Reader

✧ | word count: 5.1k

✧ | Warnings: Angst. Hurt/no comfort.

✧ | notes: baby's first angst omgg... anyways, i LOVE martin4spider but i also love angst and suffering and pain.

⋅˚₊‧ Based on Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra and I love you, I’m sorry by Gracie Abrams ‧₊˚ ⋅

You waited in the car, most of the time you did. 

The night was quiet and Martin was taking an awful long time to buy the medicine for his wounds. You never complained, though, you liked being around him. He was different from most men you knew, interested in sex and leaving their lives as if it was their last day on earth. 

Martin was a great guy, you two met thanks to college, and you liked to think that two outcasts could understand each other perfectly fine. He dropped college after the first semester, but it didn’t stop you from hanging out with him. You texted him, and he’d pick you up with his car, buy some snacks and go to a city viewpoint to hang there. 

Martin was, probably, your dearest friend. He was not judgemental, he could hear and he always gave you those fraternal hugs, his arm on your shoulders as he squeezed you close to him. 

Even if he was bruised, you took the time to clean his wounds, disinfect them and heal them. You never complained or judged him. You’d often keep your thoughts to yourself, about how he was hurting his body to feel something. 

“You got it?” You ask when he gets into the car, and he has a wide smile on his face. 

“I met someone” he says softly, as if amazed by it. 

“Oh?”

You look at him, your heart clenching on your chest as if it would explode. It was no secret to anyone how head over heels you were for Martin, even if he was clueless about it. You were too afraid to mess it up; he was your friend, and you could live with not being his girlfriend, but not being friends… frightened you. 

You tried pathetic attempts of flirting, sometimes getting drunk so he could pick you up and take care of you, even if it was a lie, you did it as if trying to heal something in you. You didn’t know if he was clueless, or if he knew and ignored the fact. 

“Yeah, I even got her number… She’s… beautiful” 

You look at him, as you try to look inside the drug store. “You always have girls fawning over you and your bad boy look” you tease him. 

“Heh, I know, but this is… different” he says smiling, and finally he turns to see you. His black eyes, well, still red from the recent punches, find yours with certainty as you realize something, this was different. He has that glint that he had never had with you, or any other girl he was fooling around. 

“Okay, Romeo” you say smiling, as he rolls his eyes amused, with a smirk. 

“Romeo?” He asks, chuckling as he starts the car engine. “You are so weird sometimes” he says amused, and you smile softly. 

As he starts to drive away, you can see the feminine figure from inside the drug store, seeing him from the glass. Your heart ached, watching her and then Martin. This certainly would last only some weeks, like all the flings he had before. No girl can resist a bad boy facade, not even you. But, only a few girls know how to appreciate a man like Martin. 

You had forgotten about it after some days. You certainly had more things to your plate, some college stuff, and things at home. Well, that was a lie. You had thought about it, but you tried to push it away from your head, because nothing ever comes up when Martin meets a girl. He’d fool around, and then be all on his own again. 

It was a normalcy bias, as you were sure this wouldn’t last. 

“Your room is cleaner, but still a mess” You say disapprovingly, as you pick his dirty laundry, and he groans.

“Come on…” he said, laying shirtless on his bed. “I cleaned it, though”

You raise your eyebrows with a smile, and you leave the dirty clothes in the basket. You sit on the edge of bed, looking at him.

“To what we owe this miracle?” you ask, looking at him, and he chuckles, a bit shyly as he looks away. 

“Spider was here yesterday” he says softly. 

You are in silence for a few moments, as if trying to understand what he meant. 

“Spider? I don’t think a spider cares…”

“Not the spider.” He cuts you, looking at you. “The girl I met. Her name is Jennifer, but she prefers to be called Spider”

You blink softly, your insides turning around in a horrible feeling as you take in the information. A girl, this Jennifer-Spider, in his room. He never told you about the girls he brings here either, and so your stomach feels as if it had been punched.

“She was here”

“Yes” he says simply.

“Wait, Spider? Why would she prefer...” you ask curiously.

“She just does.” he says simply, but you can sense the defensiveness in his tone, as if he didn’t like you questioning her motives.

You blink, your mouth turns slightly downwards as you feel it trembling slightly. 

“Okay” you say simply, as if trying to soothe the conversation. 

“She’s just… different. She’s special, she gets me” He says as he just watches the ceiling, he has a slight smile on his lips when talking about her, and you wondered if this is how you looked when talking about him. “She is weird. She is so fucking weird, like me…”

The chuckle on his tone, how dreamily he says it, it is almost enough to make you cry. But you don’t, you stay there, thinking what to say. What to do. What can you even do? You can’t try to sabotage them, it would be cruel… and you aren’t like that, you couldn’t live with that. 

“Come on, say something” he says after a while, and you haven’t noticed how quiet you have been.

“That sounds great” you say, forcing yourself to smile. “She sounds great” you correct yourself, and Martin nods, not fully taking in your expression. You still hoped that this would go away. That everything will be like it was before.

Jennifer, or Spider, as Martin calls her, was more present in your life than ever. She had some strange aura around her, always somewhat quiet but she was almost glued to Martin, and he to her. 

The more the weeks passed, the less you saw him. Sure, you were busy with college, trying to finish some essays that were due close, but you missed him. You always tried to catch him, sometimes he would pick you up after classes, or at your home. Everytime you hoped to see him again, to see his rusty car outside and him waiting for you with his half smirk and bruises on his face. 

But you haven’t seen him, not much. He took forever to answer your texts, and you couldn't help but feel that you were losing him. It felt horrible, because you felt so selfish, you wanted him back. You didn’t want him with this girl, but again, who were you to keep him down? To force him to stay by your side? It wasn’t you to do something like that. 

Usually, you’d meet on friday, since it was a day that both of you agreed that was easy to meet, and you’d do the usual, go to the viewpoint and chat there. You liked hanging around Martin, because you didn’t have to speak, or do anything. 

After he doesn’t text you back, and seeing the time, you tried calling. You hated calling, because it was awfully awkward, but this was a bit more desperate. 

“Hi?”

You freeze at the sound of a feminine tone.

“Hi…” You are a bit surprised, as you curse inside your brain. Fuck, fuck, fuck… “Is Martin there?”

You could feel your heart being squeezed on your inside, as you tried to breathe calmly. 

“Yes, he is here. Who’s this?”

“I am his friend…” you tell her your name, and she doesn’t seem to recall. “You must be…” Jennifer, spider? What should you call her? You try to decide, but you just leave it hanging there.

“I am Spider, his girlfriend” she says softly. 

“I see. Yeah, just… tell him to text me back later” you say trying to sound normal, as you just end up the call abruptly. You see the words call ended and then your screen turns black, and you can see your horrified face reflected on it. 

You were never nothing with Martin, damn, you never even kissed, or held hands. You were just friends, and it hurts more than anything to know he is in love, having a proper girlfriend. You were all for guys who were loyal to their girlfriends above all, but you never thought you’d be at the other end, the dumped friend. You always pictured yourself as the one he’ll be devoted to, not otherwise. 

You cry, as your eyes were so watery you couldn’t keep them open. It was silly, because you aren’t the first nor the last woman to suffer from a heartbreak, of secretly yearning for him, for his embraces, his kisses, and his affections. 

You’ve played all your cards with him, being everything he wants and needs, to no avail. What does she have? Why is she so special? He had met her for maybe more than one month, and you know him from much more.  

You cannot see them together, you cannot bear the thought of seeing them together. The first time he picked you up, it took you by surprise. He always joked that he was your uber, since you couldn’t drive, no matter how much he teaches you. He waits for you outside the car, arms crossed and his usual clothes.

“Oh, hi…” you say as you walk closer to the car, and see that inside the car there was a girl. He never brought girls around you, he talked about them casually, but this was.. different. 

And it hits you just now how serious he is about it. If you tried to think that this won’t last, this was like a cold water bucket being thrown at you with the reality of it all.

“You don’t mind, do you?” He asks, murmuring in your ear as he opens the door for you. 

You look at him, big eyes and confusing feelings. It feels like an ambush, in a way, as you were not ready to encounter her… and him together. 

“It would have been nice to be notified” you murmur to him, the slight annoyance on your tone.

“Sorry” he says, giving you a half crooked smile, yet sympathetic to it all. 

You sit in the backseat, and she turns to see you. 

“Hi” she says softly.

“Hi”

Fuck, she was gorgeous.  

You smile weakly as you put on your seatbelt, and you watch through the window. 

“We came back from the forest, that’s why we are so….”

“Rusty?” Spider says back to him, with a lovesick smile, that Martin returns.

“Yeah” Martin says as he leans to kiss her cheek, and you try to look away. 

“Cool” you try to sound cheerful. 

You really wanted to be supportive, you really did. You wished you could be happy for him, he seems… happier. She makes him happier.

Which definitely was killing you, because no amount of time with you made him as happier as she did. But it was better to be his friend, than nothing. It would kill you to be nothing, even if it meant seeing Martin happy with her. 

“So… you going with friends?” She asks curiously.

“Oh, yeah, my friends… they live closer to Martin, so…” you say shrugging, a bit awkwardly. 

“That’s neat” she says softly, nodding. “You are nice for driving your friends” she says softly, leaning to give Martin’s cheek a kiss, to which he certainly enjoys.

You can help but feel sick. You hated it, seeing him so in love with someone else. You had hoped that, with time, he would look at you like that. Hold you gently, and talk to you the way he does with Spider. 

“You have a boyfriend?” she asks, eyes wide as she turns to see you and chat.

“...no” you say almost bitterly. 

She nods softly, and Martin says.

“When you get one, we should do things, like the four of us. That’s still a thing?” 

“I think so,” Spider says naturally to him. “They can carve their names alongside ours” 

“Oh? How so?” You ask, frowning slightly as they speak so nonchalant about this. 

“We carved our names into a tree” Martin says almost too proudly. 

You feel your eyes too dry all of the sudden, and the back of your head, just behind your ears, hurts slightly. He sounds more than proud, he seems… in love. He was in love. 

“I am not… into anybody these days” You lie, your voice a bit shaky as you feel your blood running almost coldly into your limbs. You pinch the skin of the back of your hand, as if trying to soothe yourself, or to wake you up from this nightmare. 

Spider has those deep eyes that stare at you. She doesn’t say much, just watching you closely. Since she was in the copilot seat, she turned to see you. You squirm slightly uncomfortable, as if she could read your thoughts. Could she possibly know that you fancy her boyfriend? Could she know how much you envy her? How much you would give, how much you wish, how much you crave to be her?

You don’t know anything about her. Martin doesn’t particularly go off about her life the occasions he is with you. These days, they are almost glued together, doing everything together. You know it, and it didn’t bother you if Martin was just a friend. But he wasn’t just a friend to you, he wasn’t just a guy. 

You look at her and she at you, and you can’t deny how pretty she was. She had soft features, and you couldn’t help but remember Martin by the way her expression changes. It’s as if he’s all over her. 

You turn to look out the window, as if trying to ignore Spider’s eyes on you. What if she sees you cry? She doesn’t look scary, you’d probably have a fair fight if it came to it. But you aren’t that type of girl. And she was so pretty, you don’t want to ruin her beautiful face,

“I don’t have friends to introduce you to” she says softly, after a thought. Her tone is calm, and you turn to see her. Martin has his hand intertwined with hers, as if he couldn’t be without touching her. 

“It’s okay, you are so very kind”

“Do you?” She turns to Martin, quietly, and he shakes his head.

“Nope.”

“Well, if you-”

“It’s truly okay, I do not mind it.” you cut the quick chat. “Martin, leave me at the intersection” you say, grabbing your purse from the floor. The lipstick has fallen, and rolled under Martin’s driving seat. Spider leans closer to the back to search for it with her eyes as if to help you locate it.

“I can really drive you to there”

“It’s okay” you say exasperated, extending your hand to grab your lipstick, but between the metal you fear that your hand will be stuck. 

“Do you want help?” She asks, leaning curiously.

“No, it’s fine”

“Truly, I can drive you to your friend’s house, it’s on our way and I don’t mind”

You feel the lipstick with the tip of your fingers, you try to roll it closer to you, but it doesn’t work. It is stuck between some metals, and you lean closer to grab it, without really thinking how you will get your hand out. 

“Do you need light?” She asks turning on the backseat lights for you to see, but it only serves as a small blindment to you. 

“I can’t leave you here, it is too dark and…” Martin starts rambling off as he drives.

“You will hurt yourself if you do it blindly,” Spider says, trying to help.

“You asked me to do this…”

“For God’s sake, just drop me off here” You say a bit too loud, overwhelmed and just… exploded. You give up on the bloody lipstick, and anyways, it was almost empty. 

You take off your seatbelt, and you get off the car, seeing the couple inside as you close the door, and you just walk behind the car, not minding this isn’t a pedestrian crossing, and probably any car that crosses there, will mostly make you at danger of being rolled over.

You just walk crying, pathetically and recklessly walking in the dark streets, holding your purse with your hand, not minding how it drags on the pavement. You always asked for a ride because walking exposed you to avoidable danger, but in truth… You prefer it over seeing how Martin was head over heels for another woman. 

And the worst is that you can’t even hate her. She doesn’t know about your feelings about him, fuck, he doesn’t even know. And even so, he was not in any way with you, so he didn’t owe you anything. She didn't do anything wrong about it, she didn’t steal your man, she didn’t keep him from you, she wasn’t jealous or condescending to you, she was… she was good. She was nice, and obviously very weird, but it only seems to fit with Martin. 

You sit on a bench, in the middle of the street with a flickering light. Your makeup was probably ruined, by how you have rubbed your tears off your eyes, and the worst part? You also lost your lipstick.

And probably she’d keep your lipstick as well. You cried harder at that. How could she? She would keep everything you wanted, and you felt hopeless. 

You have that tendency. Your friend had said that you always subconsciously choose something unreachable, as if self sabotaging yourself. It was true, in a way, you had always been one for yearning in a distance, and never acted on your feelings. It won't either be the first time you have felt these emotions, but the other guys were crushes, too far away from your reach. But Martin? You were so close.

Was it so wrong to feel so much?

The next couple days you feel miserable, but again, not contacting him was better, at least for now. You truly wanted to get rid of your feelings, to just feel platonic love for him. To be happy for his relationship, to be glad he found someone who complements him so well. 

Maybe getting the ick would make it easier, but you knew Martin, and nothing that he did was horrible in your eyes. You cured his wounds, no matter how bloody or swollen they were. Never complained, and had a tender hand to cure it. It also helped with the proximity, and you enjoyed every second of it. 

You don’t reach to him, too afraid to have messed it up. He texts you once or twice, but again, he never was one to be really into his phone. You were rude, and you were ashamed of it, of making it about yourself and your feelings. It was a bit selfish, but they were your genuine feelings. 

Instead, he reaches to you after a while. His texts aren't usually long or descriptive,

i am in the usual spot.  can i see u?

Against your better judgement, and ignoring your mixed feelings, you take the bus, and walk to the parking lot where he usually did his car jujutsu stuff. The ‘usual spot’ always meant that, the place where he felt things in his flesh, as if he was self flagellating himself. 

You find him, by his car, sitting with a whiskey at hand. He looked even worse as if he would when fighting, and he was drunk. You could see it in his movements.

“Hi, you” you say, slightly glad he called you. “Another lost fight?” You ask amused, kneeling to help him to get up, and he grumbles.

“No…”

“Look, I wanted to apologise...” You start, as his hand was around his shoulders and your hand gripped his torso to help him up. He was bigger than you, and also heavier. You take the chance to apologise, to make things right, hoping he would forgive you. You are always sincere in your apologies, and even if your heart is happy to see him, you have to set things right “Because the last time, I was…”

“She left” He cuts you off. 

You freeze for a moment, surprised. It’s as if a weight was lifted from your shoulders, as if a cold breeze came. You look at him, not even realising how you didn’t finish your apology.

“What?”

He doesn’t answer, too drunk and trying not to fall as he grips your shoulder tightly. 

“When did she leave you?” You ask, surprised. You don’t want to say you feel glad, because you don’t. You didn't even know what you felt.

“She didn’t leave me. She left… the place. Her mum sent her off…”

You think for a few moments. You bite your lip, as you try to cheer him up. You still fancied him, and you knew you had to keep your distance, for everyone’s  well being, but he was hurting. He was your Martin still, somehow. 

“You want to go to our place?” You ask softly, looking at him. “I’ll drive”

He’d usually stop you, he’d raise the keys with his hand and make you jump to get them, and he never trusted you to drive so carefree when you had no idea of traffic signs. 

Instead, he handles you the keys as he opens the backseat and leans on it. 

You might even get your lipstick back. 

You drive carefully, even if at this time of the night almost everything is quite dead, even when the car ride up to the viewpoint is quite hard to you, you do it, and even manage to park in a great spot. After you use the hand brake, you turn off the engine. 

“Tell me you didn’t die back there”

“No” he murmurs bitterly.

“You threw up?”

“No”

“Good” you say, as you help him out of the car, pulling him to take some fresh air, and maybe the city lights could provide some comfort. You see the spot where your lipstick was left, and you decide to get it later. There was a lot of time now. 

You two settle in the car hood, laying on the glass as you sigh. 

“The night is nice” you say softly, looking at the sky, trying to break off the awkward silence. You turn your head to look at him, all puppy-like. It almost clenches your heart to see him like this. “Wanna talk about it?”

He lays on the window for some moments. 

“I loved her” it’s the first thing he says, totally heartbroken. 

“I…” you say, not sure what to say. I could see it. I know. She seems like she loves you too. I love you as well. 

“She didn’t want to leave” he keeps on going. “She… we didn’t fit, okay. But we do fit together” he murmurs, his words blurry as he is drunk and just rambling. 

“Then why did she?”

“Her mum” He says simply, looking at the sky. 

“She didn't… approve?”

“Ha, you bet” he says in a chuckle. “We were in her room, hanging out, we were… making out and her mum just got inside and kicked me out” he says leaning back, as he recalls the scene. “Tried to be polite and all, I wanted to be polite, y’know. Maybe lose the damn piercing when doing so and…”

He lays for some moments on the window, his jacket a bit too uncomfortable to do so. 

“She sent her off. Saying she was a disgrace.”

You nod softly, as you hear him. You thought you’d feel good about it, but.. you don’t. 

“Her mum hated me. She didn’t even.. know me, and I really… Me and Spider understood each other”

“To be fair, my mum doesn’t like you either” you try to cheer him up. 

“Well, I do not care what your fucking mum thinks of me. It’s not the same” he cuts you with his tone rough. “It’s not like that. She doesn’t send you away because of it.”

You bite your tongue as you watch your hands. You didn’t mean it like that, you guessed. You didn’t think too much about it,  never did around him. 

“Sorry." He says after a while. "She left. I couldn’t even say goodbye, I was too much of a coward not to go back”

You can hear the hurt in his tone, as he moves a hand to pass it on his face. He is bitter, he is confused. 

“I’m sorry too” you murmur, as your eyes are teary. “To be fair… she was nice. She seemed nice and she made you happy”

“How can I even… go on…” Martin says, rambling off.  He lights up a cigarette, as he sighs.

You two are quiet for a while as the night was awfully dead. How could you try to comfort him? You can still feel your heart long for him, even when it was already broken. Even when it was rejected, how pathetic can it get? Going back to him, hoping for him to notice you? 

The muscles of your cheek feel heavy as you hold tears, and your lips turn down on that horrible expression you hate. You rub your forehead, as if trying to relax.

“When was the last time we came here?” He asks softly, as his head turns to look at the starlights. He takes a drag and smokes blows out of his mouth.

You think for a few moments, and shake your head.

“I don’t really remember.”

He had discovered this place, and he picked you up to show it to you. Nothing fancy, but something unique. You usually bought the snacks, and he drove. 

Had he brought her too, you wondered? The tree where they carved their names was near? Had they made out in the car as well?

“I am not that drunk, you know” he says after he chuckles, as he takes the last smoke out of the cigarette, before pressing the cigarette down on his palm. “I am just…”

“... Heartbroken” you say for him. It isn’t as if you didn’t understand the feeling. How were you supposed to comfort him when you felt the same? You couldn’t even show it, or tell him about it. 

“I am taking care of her lizard.” he says after a while. You can smell the faint scent of his cheap cologne, the faint smell of liquor and the strong scent of cigarette, and you feel somewhat stupid “And I got an spider too, obviously…”

“I love you” 

Your words come spilling out of your mouth, you do not even think about saying them outloud. He never knew how much you liked him. He’d never choose you over her, and you aren’t even asking him to do so. You know he won’t. 

“I’m sorry” you add quickly, cursing yourself. It was the truth, was it wrong to say it? You can’t think of an answer, because it was done.

He doesn’t say anything, as he turns his head to see the sky as well. 

Perhaps you had been settling the nails for your own coffin, doing this. Being around him, as if nothing was happening. 

“This isn’t about you” Martin murmurs bitterly.

“I am sorry I am not her” 

“I do not want to hear about it.”

“I love you, I am sorry” You say, as you start crying, you couldn’t even fight for your feelings without crying. 

“I don’t… What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t know” you cry out, as you press the heel of your hand against your eyes, almost too hard as if to dry tears out. “I am sorry, I am sorry, don’t hate me”

“Why would you tell me this kind of shit?” He asks frustrated, as he sits up straight. You shake your head, as you try to keep your tears from coming out. 

“It’s stupid, I was stupid, I am sorry!”

“Were you always like this?”

“I said I am sorry” you begged him, shaking your head.

“You know I don’t love you back. I can’t love anyone but Spider”

“I know you love her, okay, I know!” You say exasperated, as you feel frustrated as well. You had no reason to, but it wasn’t as if you could rationalize your feelings in the moment. “And I know I am not her”

You always thought love didn’t make you stupid. It was kind of weird to think about it, how could people do stupid things? How could people forgive cheating, have a blind eye when it came to crimes or stay when it hurted their mental health?

“Martin, please… I didn’t mean to” you say as he gets off the car hood, and you slide to follow him. “I won’t say it again”

“I don’t want you around”

“I am sorry, I shouldn’t… I never meant ill on you, or her… she is so nice… and she makes you happy…”

“Don’t talk about her” he says opening the copilot door to hand you your jacket, and your purse.

“Hear me out” You cry out trying to take his wrist to hold him back, begging him to hear you. 

He shakes your grip, as he looks at you with… disappointment? You don’t want to decipher his expression. 

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to” you repeat again. “I can't lose you, Martin. I can't... Please”

“Don’t” he says as he walks over to the driver seat. “Just… don’t”

The least of your worries is how you are going back home, or how you will freeze to death. Damn, you barely remember your forgotten lipstick.

You know that it was a massive screw up. But it felt right to say it in the moment, and were words you truly meant, with all your heart. And he was rightfully mad, you also understood that.

But again, you aren’t truly thinking. It’s as if the muscle that beats in your chest has truly taken over you, making rash decisions in your careful life. You had never confessed to anyone, you never said your true feelings, and you never ever would risk a friendship as valuable as the one with Martin. 

But you love him. You love him so much, it hurts, it makes you sob uncontrollably in the middle of the viewpoint, as your jacket and purse fall from your grip and fall on the pavement. You wished you could be like her, and make him happy. You wish he’d let you into his world, into his heart. At the same time, you wish he could get back at her, and be happy once again. She wasn’t a bad girlfriend as much as you would like, she was actually great, and nice. 

Perhaps it was indeed selfish, you had spoiled all by saying those three words. But deep in your heart, you know it was true. 

[aemonds-gf]

dating Martin from modern world hcs

Author Note : I’m still so rusty at writing but Martin has definitely awaken something inside of me, I hope I did him justice. Feedback is appreciated and requests are open for him, Aemond and aegon.

Trigger Warnings : Martin might be ooc, no use of {y/n}, written with afab in mind, allusions to smut, pussy slapping, spanking, bondage, use of spreader bar.

Martin is fairly observant. He noticed some of the snacks you like to eat and started stocking up on them, he made a place for them in his pantry so when the both of you have a sleepover, you'll feel like you're at home.

Before Martin asked you out, he made a playlist of all of the songs that reminded him of you, out of the blue one night he sent you the playlist and you've been drawn to him since.

He takes you out for late-night dinner dates at his favorite rundown diner. Not many people dine there anymore; mostly, it's the older folks, but that makes it quiet. Every time, both of you order the same thing: blueberry pancakes with a side of oatmeal.

Martin doesn't start conversations much; he much prefers to sit back and paint while you tell him about the day you had at work or college or whatever you were doing that day. He relaxes this way.

When he is unable to sleep, he finds solace in taking walks under the moonlight at the park near his apartment. After spending a few months together, he invites you to join him one night. It was a balmy summer evening, with warm air and a peaceful atmosphere. As you walk together through the park, the moonlight lights your way, creating a soft glow around you. The gentle rustling of leaves and distant of the town sounds add to the tranquil ambiance.

Martin may not appear to be the type, but he is a hopeless romantic and, to add to that, he's touch-starved. Whenever you're together, he finds subtle ways to touch you, even if it's not obvious to those around you in public. For example, if you're reading, he might softly stroke your thigh, or when you both decide to watch a movie, Martin will lay his head in your lap.

Martin is accustomed to receiving strange looks; he knows he's the outcast. As a metalhead with even more exotic pets, he embraces his uniqueness. This doesn’t bother him—he doesn’t feel a need to fit in with everyone else. However, he doesn’t want you to endure the same treatment he does. He would do anything you wanted or needed. Want to wear that outfit? Go for it; he can fight. Want to dye your hair? Go ahead, he’ll stand by you and protect you from everything.

Martin will get you anything you want, he's down for anything. Tickets to your favorite concerts, or maybe a fair you'd like to go to. Never worry because he'll always try to be there for you.

We can all agree that Martin is a freak in the sheets, #1 number one pussy eating champ™. Martin loves to eat you out, he'll have you sit on his face, the edge of his bed, or the bathroom sink. Just anywhere.

He loves bondage, loves to make intricate patterns with you. Loves different color ribbons, rope. Speaking of bondage, he loves to use his spreader bar. Martin had surprised you with it one night, after a long day of work. You felt a bit nervous about the contraption, but Martin, being the loving boyfriend he is, reassured you that if you didn't want to, you didn't have to.

Definitely has a praise kink, he loves to be told that's he doing a good job. He praises you a lot too, his favorite phrases are "his favorite girl, his good-girl, and his favorite cumslut."

Wax play is a must for him, Martin enjoys to mixing the wax. He loves to make you his muse, and your body becomes his canvas. Blue candles are a favorite of his.

Brat taming, he's quite good at it. He likes to feel like he's in control, and will spank you as punishment.

Size kink, need I say anymore

Postion wise, he's simple taste. He enjoys missionary and reverse cowgirl. If you wanted to do something spicer he's down, to try everything once.

It's easy to turn Martin on, wear his band shirt with your just your panties underneath. Listen to his reptile facts, he'll meet you in the bedroom.

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[venmondiese]

WEIRD HOBBIES

-ˋˏ| summary: you meet a guy in a bar and decide to go back to his place, as weird as he might seem.

✧ | Pairing: Martin (in the modern world) x reader

✧ | word count: 2.3k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f/m receiving), 69 position, Martin is weird as hell but a pussy eating champ! Not beta proof<3

“So… what’s your name again?” You ask curiously, walking behind the man that holds your hand, guiding you through his home, and to his bedroom. You don’t complain, though, since you were out just for that; to get home with a handsome man. 

There was this band that you never heard of playing near your house, and it took little for your brain to convince you to go. If something good came from it, you would get fucked. If something bad came from it, well… you hoped for the first one. 

That’s how you ended up here, following a dude, which looks from head to toe like a metal head. His hair goes to his shoulders, coal black, which you assume he dyed it, and some graphic shirt with the words ‘Knotfest’ and all, wearing some metal stuff that you didn’t really know much about.

And you looked like a rock groupie, with a leather top that practically squeezed your tits and a dark jeans miniskirt with some boots. Yet, this mysterious man was still taller than you, and that was quite exciting, and a bit arousing.

“Eh, Martin” he says nonchalantly, as he grabs your hand, his bracelets really end up the detail of his fit, and you feel really horny now to lay with this dude. “Yours?”

You tell Martin your name, following him as he opens his bedroom door. To be fair, it is tidier than you imagined.

“Sorry the mess” he murmurs, moving the drone and an electric guitar out of his bed. You hum, looking around curiously, to the badly positioned posters, some rock-metal bands that you didn’t know about.

“Is that a snake?” You ask, watching the little head of the reptile in the middle of the dim light coming from outside.

“Uh- no, it’s a lizard” 

A guy with a lizard as a pet. Okay.

“What is its name?” 

“Lizard. I don’t like naming them-” 

Great. 

You look at him with a fake smile. The dick better be good you think, taking out your jacket and leaving it on a chair next to the desk.

“Be careful, spider likes to crawl near there”

You took your jacket off there, and you really hoped that he had a dog called spider because otherwise it would be strange as hell.

“Riiiiight” you say, leaving your jacket in a hanger of his opened closet. Whatever. “So… Apart from having a lizard and a spider… do you maybe also have… a cockroach?”

He lets out a huff, his lips turning upwards as he takes his shirt off. “No” Martin says. “I do have another thing, though, it’s very big”

You try to smile at his corny, cringy words. It’s for the dick. You repeat to yourself: The dick better be good. He better not finish in two minutes. He better knows how to eat pussy.

“Ha. Funny” you say as you start to take off those boots.

“How did ya meet the band?”

“Ehmm… A friend dated the brother of an ex of the bassist. I think” you say watching as he frowns his eyebrows slightly trying to make any sense as he lights up a cigarette. 

“ah, nice” he says as he lays on bed as he smokes the cigarette, taking off his shirt as he remains only in those Adidas jeans of his. “Heard the songs before?”

“Once or twice” you say looking at the CD albums stacked on top of each other messily, and you move to grab a solitude piece of paper, as you can practically feel Martin’s eyes on your ass. “I liked the vocalist, quite handsome, don’t you think?” you unwrap softly the paper, away from Martin’s eyes.

It was an address. It piqued your curiosity.

“Aye, come here” his voice is soft as he extends his hand to turn off the cigarette on the glass ashtray, which has the shape of a dragon.

You turn around and walk toward his bed, and watch how he seems eager to have you. It’s hot to have a man drooling for you like Martin is now. And his erection is the living proof of it; it was obvious against his trousers that he was rock hard. You wondered if he was leaking as well. 

You straddle his lap, a smirk forming on your lips as his hands move immediately to your thighs, cold hands moving slowly up to find their way to your ass. 

“Sit on my face” Martin murmurs, words slightly stuck between his pants

“Hm? What was that?” You ask petulantly, pretending not to have heard. 

“Come on, beautiful, sit on my face” he says, pushing your hips closer to his chest, trying to push your miniskirt up.

“Gotta take my panties off” you say softly to him, watching his lips as he licks them, savouring the ghosting taste of you.

“No, like this” he murmurs, eager to taste you. “I’ll eat you from behind even.” Martin proposes, more desperate than the last time “Please”

You might forgive cheesy comments for his eagerness. You sigh with a wide smirk, turning around as Martin places his big hands around your thighs, dragging your centre closer to his face. 

Eager was the wrong word for it; he was desperate.

His hand moved your panties to the side, and his face almost nuzzled your cunt, before starting to press his tongue on your centre. You could hear his groan of pure delight, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs and ass as he delighted himself. 

“Fuck” you said, but it was as if all the air from your lungs when out in that moan. 

Martin’s hands were keeping you still, not allowing you to move your hips to grind his face as you wanted. You could hear his moans, the way he slurped and nuzzled his face on your cunt. 

He was a pro, eating pussy as if he did it every day (maybe he did, god knows), and he didn’t seem to care for his lack of air in the matter. He was on it, devoted to eating your dripping cunt as if it was his last meal on earth.

Your hands are pressed on his stomach, and he has to forcefully let you go to breathe, and you sigh as you feel his breaths. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” You breathe softly, as you can hear how he pants, catching his breath. 

“A good pussy can make a man go feral, love” he says, moving your panties out of the way as his index and middle finger move to rub against your slit. 

He was cheesy, and it was a bit weird. Yet it couldn’t bother you less, you had been with worse men, and Martin was good in other areas…, well, at least in sex and eating out a pussy. And it was more than average, so you were up to it.

Before he decides to keep on eating you, still caressing your clit as he catches his breath, you lean a bit on his torso, to try to pull down the leather pants, opening the zipper. 

It takes you a bit, yet after accomplishing your mission, your hand grabs his dick to guide it into your warm, eager mouth. 

He was well doted, and hard as a rock. He was leaking, and his tip was a bit pink compared with the rest of his cock. 

God damn you if it didn’t make your mouth drool. Between him eating you out, and his leaking cock, you think you will go insane. He could have cheeky, cringe comments but you could live with it. You couldn’t live without him eating you out or his cock. 

You are as enthusiastic with his cock as he is. Though, you start slower. You take the head on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel him groan against your pussy. It was fucking hot, and it had you moaning on his cock. You didn’t remember the last time your legs were trembling like this, and how much you wanted to feel a dick in your throat. It was a need, a primal need.

Martin was kind and nice, had his things, but god, you need to fuck him. You might even need to have his babies by now. You wouldn’t complain if he came all inside you, filling you with his cum, and making you pregnant. Fuck, it even turned you more on. What was this man doing to you?

You took more of his dick in your mouth, trying to take all of it, not minding if you choke on it. He was hot. More than hot, in truth.

Martin was relentless with his tongue, lapping at your cunt again and again, moaning loudly against it as he could feel how deep you were taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand moved to cup his balls, as your tongue tried to swirl around his tip. It drove him insane. 

It was not long before you started to cum, moaning loudly, his dick slipping from your mouth as your thighs pressed against his face, riding his face and nose as he was making you cum. His tongue was as greedy as him, and he worked with his nose along your slit. And it made you cum hard, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck, Martin, just like that…” You say, hips grinding against his mouth in a desperate need to stretch the feeling a bit more. 

And once you finish, your mouth goes back to his cock, to keep on sucking him off. “Fuck, you feel incredible” he rasped, as you moved forward, closer to his cock and have full access, as Martin’s hips pumped upwards to fuck your mouth. 

You lay on his chest, his face back on the pillow, moaning loudly as you seem to try to drain him completely, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all.

“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” He says, teeth gripped as his hand moves to grab a fist of your hair, to move your head down to allow him fuck your mouth deep as he wanted. His own head titles back in pure bliss and pleasure, moaning loudly as he uses your mouth as a desperate animal in need to cum. Not that you complain, it costs a bit more to breathe, and you were almost choking, but hearing Martin be so local, groaning, moaning and grunting was worth it. 

His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum. 

“Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.

As the last drops of cum are licked off his cock, he leans back and you move to his side. 

“That was great” You mutter, looking at the ceiling. How could he be so great at it?

“Yeah. Cig break and round two?”

“Hell yeah”

You are with your friend when you search the location in the paper that you found in Martin’s room. You were supposed to go to the club, you were wearing your miniskirt and a top, really to party, but that man had eaten your pussy and fucked you like no one before, so you felt entitled to find what that was for.

“It’s cold” Your friend, Tamara, says. She was chewing gum as she followed you begrudgingly. 

“It’s a fucking parking lot?” You ask looking around the empty street, the night made it lonely yet not totally isolated. 

“Your darling buries the bodies here” Your friend says, obviously judging it all. “Can we go?”

“Look, there is a car” you point out, as the car seems to be jumping around due to the movements inside. “Gods, you think they are having sex?”

“Ew, you think he has a brothel in his car?” Tamara asks you, looking at the car as you both get closer. “Eww and you fucked without a condom… You could get an IST, and die”

“It is called an STD, and… I think he is not fucking anyone” you frown slightly, getting closer.

“Careful! What if his pimp is here…?”

“He is fighting someone!” You say looking inside the car, as you find Martin pressing the head of the other guy against the window. 

Surely, Martin was a weird dude. He was corny as hell, and he had pets called like the species they were. Sure. He almost burned his hair as he smoked after sex, yes; and he also ate pussy like a champ and was hung as a horse. 

“I am going there” You tell your friends. “The dick is worth it”

“Yikes” 

As you walk closer, you feel your friend either staying behind or walking away, not that you care. 

Martin had blood trailing down his forehead, and was lying in the passenger’s seat as his thighs choked the other guy he was with, holding his head still with his hands. Okay, whatever, a guy can have hobbies.

When he sees you, he starts rolling down the window of the car, as you lean closer to his height.

“Hey, darling- how did ya–”

“A girl has her secrets” you say, smiling as you see him. God, he was sexy as hell. “I want my pussy eaten” 

Martin smirks, and he leans back to sigh at your request, as if the idea delights him. He still applies pressure to the other dude, who seems to pass out. Martin leans forward closer to your lips and whispers “Will ya’ wait ten minutes as I finish with this round?”

“Three” You bargain.

“Seven.”

“Three”

“Five and I’ll make you cum twice.” His final offer, and the time you had in mind. Offering lower than one wants always seems work to get your official deal, even with an extra.

“Deal” you accept with a smirk. 

And what if he was fighting inside a car? You fancied Martin, and sure as hell he fancied you. Even if he has weird hobbies. 

[yoursweetheartsrevenge]

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Making Dreams a Reality -Martin Whitlock

I needed Martin content and there is only so many fics written so far and while many of them are fucking amazing, I’ve read them all so I figured, make your own (especially since several people asked for a Martin fic), and make him an Obsessive Yandere Stalker! So without further ado, Yandere Martin Whitlock!

Warning:This is a Dark Yandere!Martin fic with potentially disturbing content, know your limits before reading Dark stories.

This Dark Content includes: Stalking, Use of Roofies,Forced Oral in Sleep (Fem Receiving), Somnophilia, Non/Dub Con, Manipulation, Naked Photos Taken while Asleep,Use of Daddy Kink, Severe Obsession

DD:DNE

Martin had always been a loner, from a very young age he had no friends, was constantly alone, and preferred the company of his skink that he had had since he was 12. He was comfortable in his solitude and always had been…until her.

Y/n L/n. She worked in the bookshop across the street from his favorite Vinyl shop and he found himself going there more and more just to watch her through the window at the register, checking out customers or reading a book. In fact he was there so much that the owner of the Vinyl shop clearly noticed what he was doing and found it funny. The 60 something year old man commented on how “fine” the young girl truly was and that the boy should just “toss her over his shoulder and carry her on home” if he likes her this much.

The Vinyl shop in town was closed for only a day before it reopened with a new manager that was an older lady. She loved to play her music and sing, not caring at all about how long Martin hung around, often appreciating having a strong young man that is willing to help move the boxes of vinyls upon delivery. She only ever commented on the girl he stares at once, encouraging him to go down the street to the flower shop and get her a bouquet to ask her on a date like men did in her day. He loved her sweet idea and made a mental note to bring her flowers one day when she was his girl to spoil her like she deserved.

His girl was lovely. The faces she would make as she read were adorable and Martin found he was smiling to himself every time she smiled or stuck her tongue out between her lips as she focused particularly hard as she counted money in the till. She was precious…and she was his.

As Martin laid in his bed, cum splattered across his stomach and chest after his third time jerking off that night, he knew that he couldn’t go on like this. His imagination could only get him so far.

He needed the real thing.

He needed Y/n…And so he would have her.

It was easy to put his plan into action considering he had been stalking her for almost a year by that point. He paid one of the guys he often does car-jitsu with to follow her in a very obvious way, steering her away from her usual direction home and towards the parking lot where they fight. Martin knew that if she was being followed that she would be drawn to a group of people and he was completely correct.

The first time he saw her out of work (when he wasn’t following her home as she’s just as much of a home body as he is) was from inside the car and he locked eyes with her, instantly trying to push down the reaction his cock was having from seeing the girl he’s wanted to shove it into for months as well as the adrenaline. He nodded his head to her, smiling and she blushed as she watched him pin the man, twisting his arm until he tapped out with the other one. She looked around apprehensively and he made a show of seeming concerned, opening the car door and stepping out, scanning over the small crowd quickly and seeing his buddy had disappeared like he was supposed to…Martin can take it from here.

‘Hi there. Haven’t seen you here before, I would’ve remembered you. Usually its always the same girls or kids recording us.’ He joked, chuckling awkwardly.

‘Oh, no. I’ve never-um…there was this big guy following me after work and I ended up here cause I didn’t want him to know where I lived…I’m sorry, I’m fucking you up right now!’ She apologized as the next guy was rushing Martin to get back into the car.

‘No, please don’t apologize love. Stay and hang out for a bit until you’re sure he’s gone, in fact I’ll walk you home. I won’t let anyone touch you, Scouts honor…I wasn’t a Boy Scout but you get it.’ He got her to smile and he loved it even more than every other smile he’d seen because he’d made it happen. ‘I’m Martin by the way.’

‘Y/n. Nice to meet you Martin, and thank you. Take your time, I’m not in a rush. I would love to see more of…this?’

And so she stayed. He went three more rounds before giving his place over to walk her home. He hated “quitting” but for her? He would tap out a million times over.

‘Where do you work? Must be close if you’re walking.’ Martin spoke, trying to get the basic knowledge that he needed to know out of the way without her realizing that he already knew it.

‘Oh, I work at Plot Twist, the book shop on the corner back there. It was always my happy place in school and when I turned 16 the owner offered me a job since I practically worked there anyway.’ She explained and he could see how much she loved it.

‘That’s cool. You like to read?’

‘Constantly. It’s a perfect job, I get fantastic discounts and I get to read all day when I don’t have to stock or ring people up. Plus the coffee shop next door has great hot chocolate.’ She giggled.

This was a new sound for Martin that he had never heard before and it shot straight to his dick. ‘That sounds really cool, perfect for you. I’ve never been much of a reader but I’ll stop in sometime, I spend a lot of time in the Vinyl shop across the street, I’ve definitely seen you before-I knew you looked familiar.’ He teased making her smile.

‘Well, stop in and I promise I’ll find you something you’ll like. I’ll even give you my employee discount…this is me.’ She said stopping at an apartment complex.

‘Need me to walk you in?’ He offered but she shook her head.

‘You’ve done more than enough Martin. I really appreciate it.’

‘Anytime Y/n, it was really nice talking to you.’ As she moved to open the door he took hold of her hand and bowed his head before kissing her knuckle sweetly, grinning and making her laugh at his teasing.

‘Goodnight Martin.’ With that he watched her walk inside before turning and making his way back home, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

He had touched her! Only her hand, but her skin was so soft he couldn’t help but imagine it on him everywhere. He was so focused on touching her that he hadn’t even asked for her number like he meant to but she had invited him to her work, he would get it tomorrow. For now, he knew he would be desperately fucking his hand until his cock was raw or until he finally passed out.

‘Welcome to Plot Twist, is there anything that you’re-Martin!’ He watched his girls face light up as he walked in and he was instantly thrilled that he brings her so much happiness. He did have to readjust himself though as she walked around the counter and pulled him into a hug, her breasts pressing to his chest. ‘Are you ready to find a book? What kinds of things are you into besides car fights?’ She teased and he found he couldn’t stop staring at her smile.

‘I’m…I don’t know? I love my skink and music I suppose-‘

‘Music!’ She cut him off. ‘What kinds of music? You strike me as a Hard Rock kind of guy, Maybe you’d be more into magazines? We have a tons of music magazines that you’d probably like? Rocksound? Revolver? I personally love Kerrang myself-‘

‘Oh, I love Kerrang! Gotta order it though, but it’s worth it cause they always have awesome interviews!’ Martin found himself truly surprised by her interest but he was happy for it, he had known that he made a good choice on Y/n and she just kept proving him right the more she talked.

‘Well you can get it here. We don’t get many copies but I always snag one off the top every month. I can do the same for you if you’d like and put it off to the side? Actually, there was one put on hold to be picked up before noon today and they never came, interested?’

‘Fuck Yeah, you are awesome! Gotta make sure I can keep getting them every issue, I have all of them dating back to the beginning.’ He really did have every issue but he knew that was likely to get her attention and give her a reason to come to his place.

‘Oh my God, what?! All of them?’ He nodded.

‘All the way back to June 1981, you should come and check them out sometime. It’s nice to talk to someone who shares my interests in this shitty town.’

‘I would Love that Martin, yeah! When?’ She asked, moving back behind the counter and looking along the shelf, pulling the magazine from the brown paper bag that it had been on hold in.

‘What time are you off? You can come to mine and hang out? Music, horror movies, pizza?’ Martin knew that with anyone else he would come off as awkward and weird but he knew his girl didn’t see that at all and she was quick to agree to the date.

‘Okay! Yeah, I’m done at 5 and I’m off tomorrow, so we can hang out for as long as we want.’ She scanned the magazine alnd applied her discount like she had promised before handing him the bag with a smile.

He didn’t know how long they stood there like that just smiling at each other but they were shaken out of it by the bell above the door that rang as a man walked in. ‘Okay, well I’ll come and meet you here at 5 then.’

‘See you then.’ With that he was out the door, turning back and smiling at her to see her watching him as well.

‘I’m here to pick up a magazine I put on hold yesterday. The name is Barker.’ Martins eyes widened and Y/n just seemed to roll her at him.

‘I said it would be held until noon, it is after noon sir, so sorry. Be here on time next time, like I told you-the magazine is very popular.’ He held in his snort until he got out of the store, grinning like an idiot and nearly running home to clean his room. He pulled out all of the magazines and ordered a pizza to be delivered at 6:30 before showering and washing the blood off of him from the night before that hadn’t come off from just scrubbing his face.

Martin thought about what Y/n’s hands would feel like. They would be soft and amazing, and he’s sure she would clean blood off of him after every night of car-jitsu. She would tend to him like a good girlfriend and he couldn’t wait for it, determined to feel exactly what her hands felt like that night.

He met her at the bookshop right on time and walked her back to his place where they spent the next hour reading through the magazines and talking about their favorite bands. She surprised him a bit with her knowledge but it only made him all the more confident that she was made just for him.

They ate dinner when it arrived and he decided that he couldn’t do without her anymore, he needed to ensure she didn’t leave him. He ended up doing something he knew was wrong but he couldn’t help himself as he made her tea and crushed up the sleeping pills into a white powder, pouring them into the hot drink before delivering it to her on his bed.

They laid there together and she willingly snuggled close to him as they watched her favorite horror movie, staying exactly like that until the medication began taking effect and her eyes began falling shut.

‘God I’m tired…must have been a longer day than I realized…I should get home.’ She yawned but his arm tightened around her waist.

‘You can stay. You shouldn’t be walking this late anyway. I don’t want anything happening to you.’ He admitted and she paused but nodded, not in a place to argue with how exhausted she was.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so tired…I-I don’t…’

‘Me too…I feel like I need a nap…’ Martin responded, pretending to be tired too, laying down onto the bed and giving her space before she did, pulling the blanket over her and closing his eyes and waiting for her to pass out. She actually snuggled up to what she assumed was his sleeping body before passing out.

That was way too easy. He made a vow that he would protect her from anything and everything from that moment on, never leaving her in any kind of danger other than himself considering how easy it was to drug her and she didn’t even question her sudden sleepiness.

He pulled the blanket back down, leaning close and nuzzling into her neck where he licked a trail up to her ear. ‘So fucking perfect Darling. Daddies gonna take such care of you…all mine! Gonna make you feel so good.’ His hands moved to pull at her dress, pushing it up and kissing down her chest and belly, shoving his face between her legs and inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck! I’m gonna taste you for fucking hours!’ He got the dress off of her before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of her pretty red lace panties. He couldn’t stop himself from taking another one before repositioning her and taking another. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to convince her to pose for him later in their relationship.

Martin pulled her panties down her legs before leaning back down and kissing her thighs several times. She smelled of the pomegranate mango body wash that he knew she used as well as her arousal, a fact that just got him more hard when he realized that she was wet. Sticking his tongue out, Martin gave her cunt a test lick, tasting her for the first time and knowing that he would never get enough of her. He had waited for this moment for so long and it was just as perfect as he imagined, especially as Y/n let out a loud moan upon his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking firmly. It was him! He was here doing this! He was the one making her feel so good!

His cock was throbbing and he could barely stand it anymore, pulling his pants and boxers down before lifting her legs around his waist and resting his member against her slit. Sliding his cock up and down against her was made simple with just how wet she really was. ‘Fuck Y/n, so God damn perfect, aren’t you baby? Daddy’s good little girl, giving me your wet little cunt, never keeping her away from me again.’ He’d already had to wait a year for this moment, he would never wait again, he would make his baby so horny for him that she’ll allow him to use her whenever he wants. ‘You’ll be my needy little baby, won’t you? Yeah, you will. My desperate little Princess.’ He pressed his lips to hers, having to physically restrain himself from not only biting her flesh and leaving hickeys on her but from pressing his cock into her and filling her with everything he had just for her. It was for her, everything that he was belonged to her and Martin truly believed that the only place his cum belonged was inside of his girl-not yet though. He couldn’t risk losing her.

Instead he sat back and finished onto her stomach, panting heavily before taking one final picture, saving them into a private folder that needed a password to access and moving to clean her off. Martin enjoyed the act of cleaning her up, something that he knew he would continue to enjoy doing every time that they were together, determined to make her feel how loved she was. Pulling her clothes back on was simple before covering her with a blanket and laying snuggled up into her side, cuddling into her for the night.

Martin awoke the next morning around 9 and enjoyed his morning with her, watching her sleep peacefully for about 20 minutes before she began moving, opening her eyes just as he shut his and felt her moving around. He peeked his eyes open, watching her move the blanket and check her clothes, seeing that she was still dressed and he had to resist the urge to smirk.

Y/n laid back down, moving closer to him and snuggling him before he groaned, opening his eyes and stretching. ‘Good morning…how did you sleep?’ He asked, smiling at her and watching her blush sweetly.

‘Really well. Your bed is comfortable. I’m still a little groggy but I’m too hungry to care.’ He smiled wider at that, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

‘Let’s order breakfast, I don’t want to move yet. You’re too comfy.’ He teased, nuzzling into her neck and she giggled, settling down against him and letting him enjoy his nuzzling as much as he liked. ‘You’re so soft.’ He spoke before taking a chance and kissing her neck softly. Y/n just tightened her grip on him and so he did it again, kissing up her neck behind her ear. ‘I’ve been dying to kiss you since I first saw you…tell me that I can?’ He whispered to her and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to press his lips to hers. He settled a hand on her back as his other rested on her hip, rolling them over so that he was on top of her and her legs came up to wrap around his waist. Martin moved his hand to her exposed thigh and pushed it up her soft skin, hearing her moan. He pushed his hips up, grinding against her clothed cunt, her moan turning to a soft whimper and he could feel his cock harder than ever rubbing against her.

‘Don’t stop…Fuck Martin!’ She threw her head back as he trailed his lips back to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin teasingly before she humped her hips up against him hard. His hands grabbed onto her thighs and he pulled her legs around him tighter, grinding down into her harder than before, feeling the needy mess that she was becoming.

‘You feel so good Princess.’ He mumbled, her hands tangling into his hair and pulling his lips back to hers. He licked her bottom lip and she parted them to let him in, his tongue tasting her for the first time and moaning loudly. He pulled at her dress and her hands moved to yank it over her head, leaving her in her panties which he got a quickly view of, enjoying her exposed tits before she pulled him back into the kiss. He humped his hips against her harder, her legs tightening before she released him again to pull her panties off and dragging his boxers down enough to free his leaking cock which instantly pressed to her slit, the head rubbing against her clit hard enough for her to cry out against his lips. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet…’ he mumbled, never pulling away from her lips. ‘Please? Let me inside? I’ll fuck you so good Princess…fuck! Let Daddy make you feel good…’ He lifted her waist to press harder to her wet slit, her pussy lips parting for his cock as he rubbed against her deliciously.

‘Want you inside me…please?’ She whimpered and he moved to take ahold of his cock, pressing against her hole and pushing into her in one deep movement.

‘Oh Fuck! So tight…perfect fucking pussy…’ he thrust up into her roughly, his tongue licking up her jaw to the shell of her ear while she continued whimpering like a needy whore. ‘Been thinking about this pussy since the moment I first saw you…I knew you’d be so tight for me! All fucking mine now, aren’t you baby?’

‘Yes! Yours Martin! All yours! Oh God!’

‘You wanna cum for me, baby? Wanna cream on my cock? Gonna squeeze me so tight while I fill this little cunt, aren’t you?’

She whimpered, nodding into his neck frantically. ‘Yes! Yes, please?! Please let me cum?!’ Y/n begged, Martin feeling the tears falling from her eyes onto the skin of his shoulder. God, she’s so desperate, he knew she was perfect but his girl is a little slut too. His perfect little slut to fuck and fill over and over.

‘Cum for me baby, cum for me while I fill your cunt full of me! Gonna fuck you until you’re leaking around my cock, my messy little pussy!’

‘Yes! Yours, g-gonna-Fuck! Oh God!’ She cried out quite loudly as she clamped down on his cock like the most beautiful vice grip he’s ever felt. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine as he came, burying his cock as deep into her as he could and filling her womb with everything he had for her, immediately praying that it takes.

‘Such a little good girl for me. Gonna let your Daddy cum in this hole over and over again until your belly starts growing my baby. Fuck!’ He was still hard, not willing to stop fucking her yet now that he has her. He’s been waiting for her for too long.

‘M-Martin! Oh fuck! What-‘

‘I’m not done with you yet Princess. Told you your gonna be leaking by the time I’m finished!’ He tucked his arms under her back and lifted her up as he sat back on his knees, thrusting up into her body.

‘Oh God! So d-deep! Please-‘

‘Don’t worry Princess, I’m gonna fill you up again. Your womb will be stuffed full of me, I promise! Gonna give you my babies!’ She cried out, pleasure mixing with the pain as he rammed his cock so deep it hurt, fucking her harder than she thought possible but it was so perfect she never wanted him to stop. ‘That’s it Y/n! This body is all mine now, this tight little hole is gonna take everything I give her and beg me for more! Fuck! Take My Cum!’

‘Ahh! Too much!’

‘Never too much for my pussy, she takes everything I give her. Takes Me So-Ahh! Good! Fuck!’ He growled deep in his chest, one arm around her waist and the other holding her shoulder as he pulled her down onto his cock hard and shot his cum straight up into her body.

Y/n had never let anyone cum inside of her before and she never could have imagined someone filling her so much but she could feel the stretch from how full she was and it hurt but it felt so good she could only cry as she came on his cock, squirting around him and making a slick mess all over his thighs.

‘Fuck…such a mess you made my love. Did I make you feel so good you needed to squirt all over me?’ She nodded, tears still leaking from her eyes as he still held her down onto his cock, not about to move from her body. ‘You’re all mine now. I’m gonna fill you with my cum everyday until you are crying in pleasure.’ He promised, pressing his lips to hers softly.

Martin laid her back onto the bed and stayed deep inside of her, his cock kissing her womb perfectly after having battered it painfully with his cock and forcing his jizz into her. He kissed over her face sweetly as she began to drift back off to sleep after the physical exertion.

‘That’s my good girl, you go to sleep. When you wake up we’ll talk all about moving you in here with me. Gonna take good care of my girl and my baby she’ll soon be carrying.’ He swore, kissing her cheek softly before pulling the blankets up over the both of them.

After nearly a year he finally has her just the way he wants her and he will never let her out of his grasp again.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[sepherinaspoppies]

omg omg best birthday gift ever!!

I love this so much. It was sweet and hot at the same time, I def def enjoyed this!

Martin4Spider - 4Martin

Summary: There isn’t much that makes Jennifer happy these days. Her mum doesn’t understand her interests. Her friends can’t remember she doesn’t actually go by Jennifer anymore. Her little beasties and dance seem to be the only sparks of happiness in her life. That is until she finds herself experiencing the wonder and dangers of first love with a dark haired stranger who accepts her more than she accepts herself.

taglist: @sepherinaspoppies happy birthday, sweets! <3

dividers by @plum98

Warnings: smut, angst, description of insects (Spider loves her little crawlies), parental abuse (verbal), MINORS DNI, 18+

Word Count: 14.7K+

Author’s Note: Welcome to this two part series featuring Martin and Spider. This series will directly tie into the “It’s Amazing to Be Young” music video with part one featuring Martin and Spider falling in love and part two featuring their reunion. Interruptions and liberties were taken. This first part entails first love, first lust, and all the trials that come along with discovering who you are. Enjoy 🙂

4Martin

“Jennifer”

If she counted the rows right she would have a perfect square. 

“Jennifer”

Even sides. 

Perfect rows. 

God, the symmetry was hypnotic. 

“Jennifer” 

She could barely hear the movement of Heather nor the sliding of the chair. 

Spider singsonged in her head. 

The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout. 

“What the . . . are those . . . are those . . .flies?!” 

Yeah of course they were. What else could they be? 

“It’s Spider.” 

She didn’t even bother looking up. 

Down came the rain and washed the spider out.

“What?” 

Her eyes cast upward to see Heather’s curly auburn hair laid out against her green sweater. She seemed to have wandered curiously beyond her space in the nearly empty store. Ms. Henderson was debating over two different creams as she did every week. Her little white hair was poking out from just beyond the shelves. 

“My name,” Spider could see the judgement in the girl’s eyes. “Is Spider.” 

Heather squinted watching Spider’s fingers slowly move the dead insects into formation. The look reflected disgust. She was used to the wrinkled faces and off put glances. Not a single person understood her fascination with insects, even dead ones. 

She simply huffed at the dark haired woman. 

“You better wash your hands before you do anything. Ugh, disgusting.” Her eyes rolled. She turned around in a huff. 

She called out to Ms Henderson loudly speaking about her prescription that had been filled. Heather used dearie when addressing her which Spider always hated. Talking down to the elderly she felt was somehow condescending. She hated when people used pet names on her. Ms. Henderson always came in for yarn on the weekends for her projects. She got to talking to her. Despite her appearance and affinity for the most misunderstood living creatures the little elderly woman seemed to always smile at her offering her a kind word. 

“Your makeup is so beautiful today.” 

“You have such a sweet smile.” 

“You seem happy. I hope something good happened.” 

The silver haired woman never talked down to her so why should anyone do the same to her? 

Spider always appreciated the little check-ins or compliments. She certainly received the opposite at home. Her mother had recently encouraged her not to be so shy, but had not felt the results of her suggestion would be so . . . drastic. 

The teen girl had felt the overwhelming need to show her mother who she really was. The makeup had been “a bit much” in her mother’s own words. She knew what her mum would have preferred. Something that spoke to her former beauty pageant nature. A plaster of rouge and foundation followed by bright sweet colors, nothing dark and dangerous that Spider was drawn to. The name change her mum could ignore. In fact, Spider had stopped correcting her. 

The worst bit had been the bridge piercing. The shouting had nearly blown out her ear that night. Her mum had called her terrible names, and threatened to send her away. That had caught her heart in her throat. 

Away? 

Where? 

Her mother knew the thought of it frightened her deeply. She loved her life here in London despite all the things she struggled with. Her friends didn’t exactly embrace her new look and interests, but they were still kind to her even if they didn’t understand. She had her ballet classes, the one thing her mother seemed to approve of. Leaving that all behind for the unknown let her small voice return. 

“I’ll be good.” 

She hadn’t done anything more after that. Her next bit would have been a tongue piercing, but that had stopped. Instead her weirdness peaked through by researching bugs with library books and quick internet searches that had her smiling and biting her lip as if she had a crush. She loved learning new things about her favorite fixations. Spider also enjoyed finding little creepy crawlies outside, identifying them, learning what they liked to eat, feeding them, and sending them off in the best environment she could find. 

She had a little jumping spider at home who would be very happy with this array of delicacies. 

She peered up seeing the shadow of Ms. Henderson walking on by. She gave the teenager an encouraging smile. Spider knew she would see her tomorrow at around the same time. She even smiled back before casting her eyes back down to her little square and rows. 

Up came the sun and dried out all the rain.

The automatic bell signaled the door opening.

Ding Dong

How long had she been focused on the flies? 

Fuck.

Maybe she should actually pay attention to her work. 

Spider piped up to look for a moment. Just a staggering shadow of a body heading toward Heather who was restocking or whatever it was she did to keep herself busy. Her focus returned to the little flies at her fingertips. She wondered absently how they had all died. Even why there were so many stuck between barriers, dried up and crunchy. Her breath let out pouting her lips slightly as if seeing how light the little buggies were.

Would they fly off their perfect square with a simple breath? 

Her heart fluttered seeing how they stayed perfectly still. 

Heather greeted the customer, cheerier than she would have greeted someone that wasn’t a regular. 

She rubbed her thumb against the palm of her hand in an effort to feel something. Spider always got a bit anxious later in the evening and the softness of her wool fingerless gloves made her brain dance in a resounding comfort. 

The sound of a male high pitched voice growing loud at Heather was not out of the ordinary. Heather could be a bit blunt in her approach to customer service. This didn’t seem like Heather’s fault judging by the complainants and tone. 

She looked down at her fingernails wondering if she should paint them. She looked back up at the commotion. She couldn’t see much from her position. Spider held in a sigh instead moving the gum about in her mouth. 

She could nearly hear Heather demanding she spit it out. 

“Oh don’t be dramatic!” Her co-worker told the man. 

There was a bit of back and forth. Spider wasn’t concerned about it. Those types of people usually stormed out and . . . hmmm . . . she could see he was young. 

Maybe her age. 

Dark hair. 

Very pretty voice despite the tone. 

Then he turned around. 

He cursed. 

Fuck. 

The lingering longated fuck and pointing out their prices were high made her body tingle. Spider tried to tell her body to remain calm. 

Her outer dark mysterious vibe should match her insides. 

Calm. 

Cool. 

Indifferent. 

Before she had altered her look she was a meek and mousey little thing who was afraid of her own shadow. 

She couldn’t be Jennifer the push over anymore. 

It’s why she had changed her name. 

She wasn’t Jennifer anymore. 

Be confident, She thought as she saw him move toward her. 

Her eyes were down cast for only a moment lost in being the shy mousey girl when she saw he was in fact around her age, attractive as fuck, and exactly, EXACTLY her vibe. 

Look up, fuck, he’s fit she thought, nibbling her lower lip before he could look up from under his side swiped hair. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

He’s gorgeous. 

Her mind reeled at that, but her face remained chilled. Her jaw moved chewing at the stick of gum. She could see a gleaming sparkle of a beautiful blue eye. Around it was dark red, bruised and bloody, a bit puffy. 

God she’d go mad for that eyebrow piercing. 

She was already going a bit mad internally for it. 

He couldn’t see that she was squeezing her thighs together underneath the counter she leaned upon. She let herself stare, confidently as she promised herself, drinking him in. Spider anchored her reaction by squeezing her elbow a bit harder than she usually did, making little half moons with her fingernails. 

He breathed out as he smiled. 

“Hi . . .” It was a soft little whisper. 

“Hey.” Her indifference floated between them. 

He was still letting that peek of a smile through. 

Her eyes cast sideways to the yarn at her station. 

Spider thought about asking him if wanted to buy something. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” She was surprised how blunt he was. He shook his head before raking his hand through his hair. “Sorry . . . fuck, that was rude of me. Fuckin’ stupid.” 

Oh no. He was adorable. 

It made her snort as she chewed her gum. 

He seemed to enjoy her reaction, letting his smile return. 

“What I meant,” He paused as if deciding to choose his words carefully. “Your look. I like your look. The makeup and clothes and . . . fuck . . . everything. Sorry for being -” 

“No, it’s alright.” She decided to let out. Not just for reassurance, but she meant it. “It’s actually refreshing to hear. Sometimes I feel like the wicked witch by how some customers look at me.” And my own mother, she thought watching as his expression turned baffled. 

“They can fuck right off. You are fuckin’ stunning.” She smiled at him looking down at her little fly square. “I mean it. I’ve . . . yeah . . .all of it.” His tone was soft and genuine. He was moving closer. She almost wanted him to stop. 

Don’t see how weird I am, she mentally warned. 

“I like your look too.” She tapped her finger to her own eye, underneath as if addressing the wound on his face. “Even the bruised bit.” She rolled the gum in her mouth, raising her brow. 

“Oh, right, yeah, just a hobby of mine.” He shrugged a bit. 

Fuck he was getting closer. 

“Dangerous one?” ‘Course it was. What a stupid question. “I mean it must be right?” 

“Only when I lose,” He smiled that sweet little smile again. He was at the counter. If he looked down he would see the flies she gathered. “Or get carried away.” He was still staring into her eyes. “I’m . . . uh . . . Martin . . . Lefevre. Fuck.” He seemed displeased by his introduction, but she smiled to reassure him. His eyes seemed to sparkle as she showed her teeth. “Wow, you have a great smile. Not that you need to smile or anything. You can do whatever the hell you want.” 

“I’m Spider.” Her voice was soft and full of hope he wouldn’t tease her. She wanted to say more, but she let the name linger between them. 

“I love it. It’s very you. I can tell.” He leaned to the counter letting his hair fall to cover his eye again. His eyes cast downward at the little rows of flies. 

She thought of saying something. Explaining what they were for. She didn’t need to. He moved a stray fly to make the square more even then it had been. 

“So do you live around here or . . .” 

“Yeah, I do. Something like that.” Her eyes fluttered as his gaze fell on her once more. “Do you?” 

“Mmmhmm.” He hummed. “Moved here for my last school year. Parents split. I got stuck with dad in a new job.” She saw him shift on his feet.. “You work closing shifts?” 

“Yeah. I like sewing and knitting so I’m usually in this section. It’s alright. Pay is shit, but it gets me out of the house. I’m homeschooled. My last year of school too. Can’t wait to be free.” Fuck that was the most she had shared with anyone in a good while. “Mum is a bit . . . well . . . she’s a bit much.” 

He was absently moving the little flies, tapping them lightly. The conversation continued about school and she inquired about his hobby. Carjitsu. It was a bit dangerous, but he bragged he was good at it. She teased him a bit on his bruise. They talked a bit about her co-worker being rude to him. 

“You like insects then?” He wondered. Her features flushed a bit. “Oh, I just thought with the flies and the name that maybe -” 

“No, yes, I do. I just,” She paused letting her tongue poke the inside of her cheek. “People think it’s weird.” 

“Fuck them!” He said, loud enough that it echoed throughout the store. “I think it’s cool. You have a spider or tarantula at home?” She shook her head sadly. “We should change that.” She grinned. 

“Mum wouldn’t like that I think.” Spider knew she wouldn’t. She had begged for every animal under the reptilian and arachnid banner. Resounding nos were heard every time she brought it up. 

“Well maybe I’ll get one so you have an excuse to come over to mine.” Martin grinned as if his plan was absolutely genius. 

“Probably wouldn’t be allowed.” Definitely. Her mum had her eyes on her at all times. The chance of going out and getting caught frightened her. “But,” She nibbled her lip. “Maybe you could come to mine.” 

“Oh, alright.” Martin seemed to be rendered speechless, blinking absently as he searched her face for meaning. “That could . . . that could work. I would maybe just need -” 

“Yeah, ‘course. Give me your arm.” He offered it up without question. “One moment.” She held up her finger before dipping under the counter. She returned with a pen. She put the tip of it in her mouth, pulling the cap off, and spitting it across the room into a pile of yarn. The tip of the blue pen swiped into the soft flesh of Martin Lefevre’s arm. “This is my number. My cell phone. I have it on until about eight on non work nights. My mum makes me shut it off after eight. Don’t ask. But yeah,” She made a little blue heart at the end of the number. “Call or text before then. Maybe you could come over.” 

She looked up. He was staring. Really staring. He seemed dreamy eyed especially considering she was touching his forearm still drawing comforting circles with her finger tips. 

“Unless you -” 

“I want to come over.” He said with zero hesitation. “I really want to come over. Before eight right? To call? Or text?” 

“Yeah.” She sucked in her lip again. His eyes fell to her lips. 

Maybe

Just maybe

He wanted to kiss her. 

“Okay.” He nodded, not stopping his gaze on her sweet lips. “Yeah, ‘course. We’ll meet up and . . . yeah . . . it was nice meeting you Spider.” His eyes cast upwards to her dark eyes. 

“You have to go?” Fuck. Little needy Jennifer slipped out. 

“No, but if I don’t I’m going to look really pathetic standing here.” His eyes then danced across her taking her in. She let him because he seemed shy about it. “And I don’t want to keep you from closing up. I think I’ve overstayed my welcome with your co-worker.” He nudged his chin in Heather’s direction. 

“No, just forget her. Stay as long as you like.” She wanted him to stay longer. Spider wanted to keep him all to herself. 

“Nah, I should go.” He didn’t sound like he meant it. Martin shoved his hands in his pocket. “I don’t want you to get sick of me. Have a good night, love.” 

His little sweet smile nearly turned into a grin of confidence as he left the store. 

He was in her room. 

There was a boy in her room. 

Martin was in her room. 

It was little small talk at first. Nearly as soon as her shift ended he had texted her and told her how wonderful it was meeting another weirdo like him. She could tell they were going to be friends. The more they talked the more butterflies built up in her belly. 

They had talked about their interests. She prattled on to him about dance and insects. Her little projects and routines she enjoyed. He talked about music and his antics with carjitsu. His friends suggested he start making money in it. Spider was concerned about him and showed it in her texts. 

He called her fuckin’ adorable. 

She had saved that message in her mind. 

Whenever she had a bad day or was nervous she’d remembered those capitalized letters on the screen of her Nokia. 

YOU ARE FUCKIN’ ADORABLE

“This room doesn’t feel like you.” He noted peering around. 

“Yeah, I know.” She plopped back on the bed. 

“Well, I see pieces of you here.” He noted the insect portraits above her bed and the little skelton at her desk. 

The room was a representation of Jennifer and by default her mum. She had a flowery bedspread that she laid on with dusty pink pillows. Her yellow teddy was certainly a very important part of Jennifer, having gotten it from her dad before he walked out. Spider hated to admit she also found comfort in the stuffie. Walls were deliciously white, absent of color or personality. The drapes nearly matched said bed spread. 

“Could only manage the girliest insect.” She looked at the butterflies above her head by the headboard of her bed. “Otherwise I’d have black walls painted white with sketches of my favorite buggies.” Her fingers danced above her as if drawing in the air. 

“You draw?” He wondered watching her fingers dance. 

“No, but I could learn or get someone else to do it. There are so many talented people in the world.” She sat up looking at him with a smile. 

“Not a talent in me.” 

“Oh fuck off, Martin.” She said throwing the bear at him. He caught it, making her giggle. “You are plenty talented. You are amazing at carjitsu.” 

“You’ve never seen me do it.” 

“Yeah, but you brag about how many wins you get. You can’t win without being good.” She saw as he watched her smile and nibble her lip. 

“Yeah, fuck, guess you’re right. I’m so fuckin’ talented.” He shoved the bear at her. 

He stood up looking about. She tossed the bear, deciding to follow him. Spider felt a little self conscious that he was looking and poking about her things. He peered out the blinds. 

“Your mum is -” 

“We’ll be fine. She’s seeing a show with my auntie. She’s visiting this week.” 

“Cool.” Martin mused. He looked down at her desk. His fingers rubbed over the entry to an insect encyclopedia that was replicated to look like it was from the 1800s. It was one of her favorite books. “This is cool. The art is really cool.” He turned going toward her perfumes. She sheepishly smiled delighted by his little observations even if they were a bit obvious. “You were wearing this the night we met.” 

He grabbed at the little bottle. 

“How do you know?” 

“I could never forget it.” He sprayed a bit, rubbing it on himself. 

“You really want to smell like me for the rest of the day?” She laughed. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” He rubbed his wrists together grinning happily as if he had found some hidden treasure. “It’s what? Grapefruit?” She hummed in agreement. “I fuckin’ hate grapefruit, but . . .  like . . . I love this. I couldn’t get it out of my head . . . or I guess nostrils.” 

“Shut up.” 

“No, come on. I’m serious. I . . .” He sat hard on the bed. 

Spider followed. 

“I told you. Right? I told you.” 

He did. 

She remembered the text. 

I can’t get you out of my head, Spider. 

She remembered her reply. 

Neither can I, Martin. 

It hadn’t even taken her long to respond. 

Her fingers had worked as if they had been compelled. 

Her heart had beat just as hard as it was beating now. 

They both knew what was going to happen next. It was as if they always knew what was to follow a struggle of a confession like that. If they ever brought up those words to each other she knew how it would end. Still they acted sheepish and uncertain. Spider wasn’t sure if she should move first or let Martin take the lead. 

They both knew they were attracted to each other. 

They both knew they liked each other, but this dance seemed natural even if they struggled with it. 

Spider decided for a moment to watch him squirm. Martin looked down for a moment before breathing and deciding to move. She was watching and wondering what it might feel like to feel his lips on hers. 

She did not have to wait long after they locked eyes. 

He leaned in. 

She pulled him in closer. 

Her soft hum against his chapped lips made him smile. She didn’t know why, but she opened her mouth wider in the kiss. He took that as a sign to dip his tongue. She pulled back a bit. 

“Sorry, I’ve never . . .” She thought he might judge her as that slipped out. 

Be floored by her admission to never having kissed anyone. 

“No, it’s okay. Whatever you want to do. Pick the pace. I’ll follow your lead.” She felt his hand at the small of her back. 

“Okay . . .” It was a small voice. Jennifer’s voice. 

She let herself in for another kiss. He welcomed her with happy noises that made her heart jump. She reached for his hand to hold it, letting it envelop her entire hand. His hands were so large and comforting. Her other hand drew little circles on his backside. Martin’s breath gasped in her mouth at the touch. 

“Mmmmm. . .” He moaned into her lips. 

They continued like that for . . . well . . . she wasn’t sure how long. 

It wasn’t long enough when he decided to break away. 

She bit her lip looking at him after then away. Spider could feel Martin’s eyes on her. 

“Alright?” He wondered. 

“Yes.” Small voice again. 

His hand pet the small of her back, comforting her. 

“You could have told me. I wouldn’t have judged you.” 

She shrugged. 

“I just . . . it’s embarrassing I guess.” The fact that she had never kissed a boy or even been alone in a room with a boy. 

“No, it’s not. It’s . . . you. You shouldn’t be embarrassed for being you.” His hand felt so good there. She leaned against his shoulder. His lips pressed to her temple. “I hope you realize how beautiful you are.” 

Her eyes looked up at him, big and full of surprise. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

“Yeah,” He knocked her shoulder. “I called you fuckin’ gorgeous the moment I saw you. I don’t lie about those things.” Spider couldn’t help, but laugh at that. She liked the way she looked. Hell she could even admit to herself that she was pretty, but it was different when someone else said it. 

Especially since she found Martin so attractive. 

She reached for his hand slowly deciding to hold it gently for reassurance. The dark haired girl could feel his pulse pick up with something as simple as her touch. She marveled at how small her hand was in his large embrace. Her grip was strong though. She hoped it told him she felt the same. 

He leaned forward to kiss her cheek lightly once. When he went in for a second kiss she turned her face so he would kiss her lips. He snort laughed before letting himself gently caress her cheek before leaning in again. 

Fuckin butterflies.

“He likes you.” Martin declared. 

One hand was on her head, soft and gentle, the other was on the head of the lizard, his lizard. She observed it’s little snout sniffing in her direction. His little tongue skated past his lips. Spider smiled loving the feel of Matin’s reptilian friend’s scales in her hands. His body was so textured and cool. 

“Oh I love him!” She tipped her nose to the lizard’s. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” Her voice gave a high pitched delightful singsong at the words. She held her new friend higher watching as Martin released them both. “King of the world!” She raised him high as if declaring it throughout Martin’s dad’s house. 

She caught Martin staring. 

Spider only smiled. 

She was seated on the counter between the kitchen and the dining room, pretty white boots and a short skirt on. Not an outfit she would ever appear in in front of her mum. She was glad her auntie was distracting her with girls' trips. 

“I know,” She grinned, putting the lizard against her chest. Her gentle touch cradled the cold blooded beast as if it were her child. “I’m a bit of a dork.” 

“Just a bit, then?” He grinned, stepping closer. His hand lingered to touch her thigh. His eyes asked for silent permission. Spider nodded, chewing at her gum. He caressed her softly. Her tongue stuck out at the creature trying to get him to do the same. “Not a lot of people like him. He can get a bit slimy.” She kissed the lizard’s head. 

“Oh shush, he’s perfection.” An outcast a bit, but perfect all that same. “I think since you insulted him you should kiss and make up.” She leaned Martin’s pet toward his face, swirling his little snout about Martin’s lips. Martin stuck out his tongue as she brought him closer. 

A laugh escaped her mouth as the lizard’s tongue snaked to tickle Martin’s. 

He didn’t flinch at it. 

“My Martin, so brave.” 

She settled the creature on her lap watching as Martin looked up at her. 

“I’m yours?” He was grinning. It made her heart flutter. She chewed on her gum feeling a heat in her cheeks. 

“I dunno. Yeah?” The dark haired girl nibbled the corner of her lower lip. 

How soon was too soon to say something like that? 

Declare something like that? 

Or wasn’t it so soon? 

It had been months of them sneaking kisses and gentle touches. Months of visiting her bedroom, not tempting to move further. Months of listening to music and just talking for hours until she fell asleep with her phone snuggled to her chest. 

“I am, you know? Even if you don’t want me to be.” He moved closer to her. His hand pet her thigh playing with the frayed bits of her black skirt. “You got all of me, Spider. Whether you like it or not.” Her hand absently pet the creature’s head. It made a contented noise digging its nails to her short skirt, making a home there. “Even Lucifer is staking his claim.” 

“He smells nicer than you.” She teased. Martin’s brows raised. “Maybe I want him to be my boyfriend instead.”

“Oh yeah, you teasing me, little vixen?” She giggled as he spoke. He settled his hand at the small of her back while the other teased to bring her face close to him to give a wet sloppy kiss which turned to several until she was squealing for him to stop. 

“Enough.” But when he kissed her neck like that, when he touched her face like that, the words melted from protests to wanting words. “Please . . . don’t stop.” A little beg with a hint of Jennifer. His hand teased up her skirt. 

“That alright?” He had teased her there before, but always was polite about asking. 

“I don’t think Lucifer is too keen.” The lizard was already clawing Martin’s arm in protest. 

“Oh, come on,” He shifted the lizard before looking him directly in his little reptilian face.  “Little cockblock.” Spider nearly choked on her gum. Martin scooped little Lucifer up letting him roam on the counter top in the kitchen, a leaf of lettuce there to catch his attention. 

Her fingers played against her chin. She saw him suckle at his lower lip giving a wet pop. She knew him well enough to know what it meant. 

“Come here.” She grabbed his chin pulling him in for a kiss that was deep enough to catch the scent and texture of her over chewed gum. 

She moved his hand back under her skirt to the softest part of her thigh where his fingers squeezed and teased. She felt a wetness there that made her face burn bright. A small mix of elation and discomfort pressed past her lips. 

“You okay?” He kissed the corner of her mouth before parting. His thumb was teasing closer to the wetness that seeped between her legs. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s -” His eyes cast down. She knew he felt it. His thumb was spreading it over her skin and against her lace panty line. “Oh . . . you’re okay.” He leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “No need to be embarrassed, love.” He nibbled his lower lip. “I was reacting the same.” 

Spider couldn’t help herself. 

Her dark eyes cast down to his crotch. 

There was a prominent bulge there nearly begging for her attention. 

She leaned forward letting her back off the wall. Her fingers teased there causing him to hiss and curse. Martin snatched her wrist, a bit harsher than she thought he might. 

“Stop.” It was firm sounding. “You’re gonna make me cum.” 

“What if . . . that’s what I want?” Her head tipped curiously, teasing him. His hair fell in front of his face only showing a pretty little eye that had once been so blue, but now burned with black desire. 

“Not in my da’s kitchen.” He smiled then kissed under her chin. Spider played with the hair on the back of his neck. Her other hand pulled him toward her lips. She let herself fall into kissing him again. He pushed against her chest to pull her off. “I’m serious. We should stop or head somewhere else that will be less awkward.” 

“Yeah, okay.” She nibbled her lip looking at him. 

“That alright? My room?” His brows knitted together thinking it over, searching her face. “You . . . want to?” She nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, great, okay.” He thought over before aiding her descent from her seated position. 

Her heels clicked against the tile floor. He grabbed her hand protectively pulling her into his bedroom, dark walls covered in band posters. She had no time to admire the outlook of the room she had only been in a handful of times. He was on her, kissing her in a way that was more uncontrolled than usual. Part of her felt those butterflies flooding every part of her. The other part was a bit overwhelmed by how greedy his hands were. 

“Fuck, sorry,” She felt a wetness at his crotch that was rubbing against her. “I . . . shit . . .” He adjusted himself down there. “I got carried away.” He held her face in his hands looking down at her sweetly. “You are just . . . so gorgeous.” He kissed her forehead. 

“Not like we have to stop.” Spider pulled his hands down letting him cage her on the bed. He searched her face before kissing her. “Can I see it?” 

There was a curiosity in her tone as her hand snaked between them. She palmed his cock hidden in his trousers. Her tiny fingers fiddled with the button scratching at the metal. He sniffed into her neck before nipping her. 

“I . . . fuck . . . please . . .yes.” He was so soft in his words. It was as if Martin couldn’t control himself around her, losing all sense of the English language. 

She started to unbutton him. His zipper went down easily. Martin shifted so that his jeans were off. Spider palmed the tight black boxers, that perhaps weren’t tight, but instead his cock strained under the wet fabric. 

Oh he was so hard!

She looked down as she rolled the fabric off. The head of it peaked out, red and raw from the friction of dry humping. He hummed at the reveal of it. Her fist gripped on base teasing the curled tuff of black hair. He whimpered so loud that she thought the sound of the deep base had made his cock move in her hand. 

“It’s hard.” She mused. Her hand moved from base to just below the head. “Does this feel -” 

“Yes!” He choked out. “Fuck, your hands are so soft. I’m . . .” He squinted. She felt him shutter atop her. “Please . . . stop, stop.” She removed her hand quickly. He let out a hard breath. Martin was trembling so hard he could hardly keep himself up. 

“I’m sorry. You okay?” She asked hoping she hadn’t done anything wrong. Martin was looking down trying to concentrate hard on what seemed to be the pattern of her stockings it seemed. “I didn’t mean to -” 

“No, God, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He breathed out then looked at her from under his hair. “Fuckin’ opposite in fact.” He leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “I just . . . I don’t want to be the guy who cums whenever his girl touches him.” She bit her lip a bit before chewing at her gum. “Don’t do that. You are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He tucked his thumb against her lower lip. 

“We’re alone.” She told him, kissing his thumb. “I don’t mind if you . . . you know . . . too quickly. It’s . . . kind of flattering.” She blushed. “You find me so attractive you can’t control yourself.” Spider kissed Martin’s one cheek then the other. 

“But I want to be able to satisfy you.” He protested between her onslaught of kisses. “I want to make you feel good.” He slowly crept his hand up her thigh teasing the frays of her skirt. “Tell me how to make you feel good, Spider.” Her heart fluttered at her chosen name. “Like this?” His hand squeezed her thigh tickling the white lace of her panties. She moaned into his ear. 

“That feels nice.” She concluded. Her hand went to stroke his cock again. “But it feels good to touch you too. Make you feel good. I want to feel you in my hand. Will you let me?” He groaned. She could feel his nod as he fell into the crook of her neck. 

“Fuck it, do whatever you want to me. I’m yours. Fuckin’ puddy in your hand.” Literally she thought. 

They spent a few moments like that. 

Her stroking his cock in a slow steady rhythm.

Him inching closer to her sex until he was stroking her too before . . . 

“Oh!” She jutted forward feeling the tease of his fingers. 

“Is it -” 

“Yes, keep going. Don’t stop.” Martin eased one finger inside her at her request. 

“I don’t think I can last much longer. I’m trying so fuckin’ hard.” He was breathing incredibly hard against her neck struggling to keep himself steady with his strokes of his finger. “You are so tight.” She blushed, feeling her hand squeeze a bit at his tip. “Oh fuck! God, please. Could you . . . stroke it faster? I really think I need to cum. I want to cum in your hand.” 

Spider did as she was told, paying attention to squeeze his tip as if milking him free of his release. As she did, Martin curled his finger inside her. She cried out falling against his shoulder feeling the mattress under her sink from their weight. She bit into his neck feeling her walls flutter as he moved quicker. 

“Shit, fuck, ahhhh.” His entire body shuddered as he came hard in her hand. 

She felt a flood of arousal leak from her onto Martin’s hand. Her chest was heaving as she realized how hot his release was against her palm. She looked down at the smattering of watery white liquid. Her heart nearly broke when he hopped off the bed and out the door. Her hand was open with his release. Her mind reeled with anxiety wondering where he went off to. She heard the stream of water for a moment. Martin came back, bottomless with a flaccid cock swinging between his legs and a wet cloth in his hand. 

He slowly wiped her hand. Martin leaned forward kissing her forehead as he took care of her. 

“Lay back. Let’s get you cleaned up. You got work soon, yeah?” She nodded at his words watching him. 

He patted the cloth on her thighs. Martin pulled her panties down fully to wipe her wet slit. She felt a different sort of wetness there as Martin leaned his head between her thighs. 

“Martin, what are you doing?” 

“Can’t help myself.” He kissed her at her sex again. “It’s so pretty. You want me to . . .” 

She was about to give him permission to go ahead. 

Spider was curious what the feeling of Martin’s lips at her cunt would do to her. 

Her phone went off somewhere in the house. Spider quickly pulled up her panties, going to retrieve the device buzzing next to the half eaten lettuce leaf that Lucifer was munching on. 

It tumbled into her hand seeing the missed call from her mum. 

She called back quickly in a panic hoping not to be yelled at. 

Her hopes were dashed with the first where are you. 

Spider apologized. Jennifer was peeking through as she lied saying she missed her bus to work. Her mum was at the shop asking for her. She casually reminded her mum that she wasn’t supposed to start work for another hour. That seemed to calm her. She had headed by trying to get fabric for her try out outfit for a local dance production. Spider mentioned her excitement and thanks for the outfit adjusting her skirt. 

She ended the call with an I love you. 

No response back from her mum. 

Her hands were shaking. 

She hated lying. 

Especially to her mum. 

“I have to go.” She told Martin who was now dressed and sorting through his array of vinyl records.  Some were tossed on his bed as if trying to decide on the song. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this too much.” She pulled down her top. 

“What? Why not? Did you not -” 

“It’s not that.” God her heart broke at his sudden uncertainty. “I just don’t want my mum finding out.” It was the first time she had admitted it out loud. Sure she had hinted at her mother’s strict beliefs and behavior, but never said it outright. 

“Oh, alright, yeah, I don’t want you getting in trouble, love.” He shifted shoulders slumped. “I had a good time today.” He sucked on his lip looking from under his hair. “If we need to cool down a bit I get it. I would never do anything to hurt you.” 

She could tell he meant it. 

“Let me drive you to work.” He snatched his keys from his night stand. 

“No, it’s alright. I’ll walk. I just need to change.” 

She had some work clothes she had brought over. Spider admitted she wanted to look cute for Martin. Her work attire was more pants and tops not short skirts. She shifted into the bathroom with her small duffle shifting from her skirt to pants. Spider left the bathroom to see Martin there, arms crossed. 

“You aren’t serious about walking?” His eyes were concerned. 

“I just told my mum I was.” 

“No, I’m driving you. It’s not safe to walk this late.” He tucked his keys in his pocket. 

“I can’t be -” 

“I don’t give a shit, Spider.” It was the first time he had raised his voice at her. “Sorry, I just . . . fuck . . .  I’ll park far away and watch you go in. I’m not letting my girl walk alone in the dark.” 

“Okay.” She said softly. It was the first peek of Jennifer she felt alright with. “But yeah park far off. I don’t want this to end.” 

Spider leaned forward on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around him and peck him on his lips. 

Fuck. 

She was so in love with him. 

Spider often found him staying to help her close. 

It was woefully against the rules, but fuck if she cared. She’d play with the register, toss out of place yarn skeins at him, and gather up little bugs for Lucifer to snack on. They had cooled down a bit venturing more into friendly banter and quick panicked make out sessions on her breaks. 

Her nerves were on edge for a few reasons in these last couple of months. 

Her mother was more watchful of her movements. She ventured into the store to check up on her more. She always refused to use the name Spider asking for Jennifer. Martin always missed having an interaction. It was helpful that her mother always checked on her on the same day at the same time, on the dot. 

Spider was anxiety ridden about her dance audition. It was coming up quickly. Her mother had finished the truly atrocious outfit. She had happily accepted, wearing it to her practices in the backyard on nice days and in the comfort of her own room on others. Martin was giddy about seeing her in it, but she had been so nervous about the whole thing she would bite her fingernails to the raw flesh. 

“You’ll be wonderful.” He would smatter her with approving kisses. “You know why? Because you are so nervous. It means you want it. I’ve watched you practice. Every mark hit. You’ll be better than great.” 

There was the last fact she had cooled things down with him. 

Everytime he said something like that to her she just about lost it. 

Her hands and body would wander or cuddle in that warm feeling flushing in her cheeks. Spider wanted Matin desperately. She thought if they were alone in a room together like they had been at his house she would surely not be able to control herself. 

Her hand was against his chest chewing at a truly over-powering minty gum. His gray shirt smelt like her perfume. She had been all over him that night. He had on wrist bands with little metal spikes. Spider thought that those were so hot. He was laughing at her silliness. 

“Mmmm you look beautiful today.” He stared into her eyes longingly, elbows set at the counter. She chewed at her gum rolling it in her mouth. 

“You said that already.” He just grinned at her words. 

“Yeah, and I’ll say it a million more times because it’s true. You are so beautiful, Spider. Every day.” He just looked at her. He didn’t move or fidget. Martin was so sure in those words as if they were the most truthful words he had ever spoken. 

“Don’t.” Jennifer snuck in a bit. “Gonna make me lose control.” She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but then she remembered the little teasing game they had played earlier with the yarn and the cat’s cradle. 

His lips. 

“I’d like to see that.” He moved his face closer, breath hot against her cheeks. The tip of his nose nudged the tip of hers. “You try so hard to keep it together. I’d love to see you let loose, like how you dance. You are so free when you dance.” 

“I’d embarrass myself.” 

“Never, not with me, love.” He pecked her lips quickly as if stealing a kiss. 

“I . . .” She shouldn’t say the words next. Spider knew how dangerous the thoughts she had tingling on her minty breath were. “My mum is going to be away this weekend. Maybe you could . . . I dunno . . . come by. Stay?” She sucked in her lower lip looking away.

“You have your audition Friday.” She looked at him as he spoke. “She’s not going to be there for it?” There was a sadness in his voice. A sadder look when she shook her head.

“She only let me do it if she could make the outfit.” She watched his eyes settle on her as if realizing what she had said. 

Him. 

Her. 

Alone. 

This weekend. 

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” His hand sunk into hers. His two hands held her one so gingerly. “I would never . . . want to do something -” 

“Yes.” She swallowed. The gum pushed between her teeth. She retrieved it. Spider rolled the pale white gum between her fingers all while looking at her boyfriend. “I want to. I want to, so much.” It hadn’t meant to be a confession on that sort of thing, but they both had it festering in their brains since he had kissed her cunt all those months ago. 

Dry humping in the storage closet at her work wasn’t enough. 

“Okay,” He nodded watching as she put her other hand on his. Both their hands were encased in one another. “I would. You know I would. Just tell me when and I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll . . .” She watched him look into her eyes. She could feel his pulse quickening in his hand. If she looked down maybe she could see his veins pulsing, but she couldn’t look away from his sweet devoted expression. “I want to stay with you this weekend, baby.” 

Spider let her hands go from his. 

She put them on either side of his face. His eyes closed slowly, muttering a curse as he did. She felt him lean into her touch. 

She leaned forward to catch his lips before biting her own. 

“This weekend I want you to be mine.” 

Spider all but melted as Martin opened his eyes. 

“I’m yours. However you want me.” 

It was like the first time he was in her room. 

Martin seemed nervous shifting on his feet. 

“You know I don’t bite.” She giggled. 

Spider was in a little pink sweater and a long dark skirt. She felt like letting Jennifer peek through. There was no makeup on her face. When she had opened the door Martin had been a bit taken aback, but immediately he had remarked how gorgeous she looked. She had pulled him inside effortlessly bringing him to her room. He had asked how her audition had went immediately, filling the void of conversation as they went upstairs. Spider had shrugged saying she did her best. 

He was wandering. He teased a bunch of knick knacks she had acquired recently. There was a little necklace with a mouse skull painted in blood red. He toyed with it, smiling. She nibbled at her thumb, nervously. She was beginning to realize when she was nervous she had to have something in her mouth, gum, her fingers, whatever was around. 

“What if I do?” He teased in response, peering over his shoulder. “Fuck, you are just amazing, you know.” He moved to her slowly. Spider marveled at how tall her boyfriend was. His all black attire minus his faded jeans made him look like a looming shadow. His hand, large and demanding, caught her cheek moving it up to look into his face. “Is it alright if I -” 

“Yes.” She didn’t know what he might say, but she was ready for whatever they would do tonight and tomorrow. 

Martin didn’t move. 

It was as if he were stunned by the permission to do whatever he pleased. Instead he let her little face be held in his palm. When she couldn’t take the tension any longer her teeth caught the ties of his hoodie. She pulled at them gently. It made him move closer to her. She could feel him harden as she looked up at him. His breath grew heavier. 

She moved him to sit on the edge of her bed directing him with the ties acting as a lease. He was stunned, mesmerized by her actions. Her hands went to his face dragging him down. Something inside Martin seemed to snap then. He took the lead then. His mouth found hers with ease pulling her into a dangerous kiss. 

Dangerous due to the fact she knew this would lead exactly where they both wanted. His tongue was so warm and inviting. She opened herself to him, slotting her body so their sexes connected. 

He was pulsating hard. 

She was thudding with wetness with each devouring kiss. 

Spider nearly tried her best to climb him. 

She giggled when he lightly tossed her on the bed fully. He pulled off his hoodie then the t-shirt underneath. She grinned seeing his bare chest for the first time. There was a giddiness in her face that made him shrink. 

“Oh no, please,” She reached between his pecs. She rubbed her nose against the planes. “Fuck, you are so hot. You smell so good.” She bit under his nipple. He twitched, gasping. Martin pushed her lightly. 

“Fuckin’ minx, trying to make me cream my pants?” He knelt on the bed. His hand snaked to his crotch attempting to adjust himself. “Shit, I’m gonna have to . . .” She helped him take off the jeans before he could say anything more. 

The bulge in his black boxers was a pleasant sight. 

She kept her hands to herself so as not to disturb his resolve. 

She lifted her sweater over her head, tossing it aside. 

The bra she wore was certainly not a bra Spider would have worn, but a sweet pick for Jennifer. It was padded giving her a lift, but a blush pink. Plain looking as it was she always felt feminine and sexy in it. She bit her lip, sticking her hands uncomfortably under her armpits by the sudden coolness hitting her exposed flesh. She did in fact feel exposed. 

He didn’t say anything. 

Martin moved forward to cup her face again. He leaned down to kiss her slowly moving her until she was on her back. As they kissed he shifted her out of the skirt. He slotted himself so they were perfectly atop each other, clothed too much to do anything in that moment. His caged cock brushed against her wet panties, pink to match her bra. Her breath filtered out as he ventured to her neck. Her legs on instinct parted to give him better access. 

“I’m ready.” She decided. His lips were travelling between her breasts, kissing the peaks making her whimper. She tried hard to find her words again. “Martin.” He didn’t seem to hear her. He was giving her love bites. “Martin.” She brushed her fingers in his hair. He looked up from under his lashes at her. His eyes were nearly black with unbridled lust. “I’m ready.” 

“You . . . sure?” He swallowed, clearly nervous. Spider nodded. He shifted on his elbows. His eyes checked her over. He swallowed again. 

Martin shifted, grabbing his wallet. Inside was a condom that he squished between his fingers as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She watched his uncertainty again. Spider blinked, deciding to sit up. 

“You oka-” 

“I’ve never done this before.” Martin admitted staring at the condom still snug in its wrapper. “Hand jobs, blow jobs, other things, yeah, but just . . . not sex.” 

Spider blinked a little shocked. Martin struck her as an experienced guy. He was well lived. He had travelled. He had friends. She knew he had had other girlfriends before. He was a friendly sort of bloke who enjoyed life. But he had never done this before? 

She leaned toward him and wrapped her arms around him. She pressed her semi nude body against his back kissing the crook of her neck. She felt between the planes of his chest feeling the softness and hardness there. There was something so pure in his admitting this right before the act. 

“It’s alright.” She assured him with tiny kisses. “We can learn together.” 

Her hands slowly touched the condom wrapper in his hand. He looked up at her, her lips so inviting. He pecked them. Martin hummed through his smile. Slowly they took his boxers off, His cock stood straight to attention. Her curious hands leaned forward to pump him, making her boyfriend curse and a bit of pre-cum leak. 

They struggled together to open the condom. They giggled, cursed, and grew more impatient by the moment. She aided rolling the thing over his tip then down further. 

“Does it feel alright?” She wondered, kissing his neck watching as he pumped himself with it on. 

“It’s tight, but not uncomfort.” Martin looked at her then down at her chest. “You want me to take the bra off or do you want to keep it on?” 

“I think I’d like you to take it off. I want you to play with my tits.” Spider ventured into dirty talk letting Martin grin like a lovesick fool. 

She wondered if he was. 

They shifted their bodies so she was seated on the bed and he was on his knees. He bent forward to unclasp two of the three metal loops. He struggled with the last loop making a joyous sound once the last unclasped. 

“Oh fuck, I think I broke the third clasp.” He realized. 

“Doesn’t matter.” She didn’t even let him see her tits. 

Spider was on top of him letting her lips devour him once more. She could feel her nipples harden as she rubbed them against his smooth body. He struggled to push her off. After a few tries he finally did. She was lazily looking up at him from on her back. His eyes shamefully fell to her rounded perky breasts. 

“They’re perfect.” 

“Not really. One is bigger then the other and I have this weird beauty mark on - oh fuck!” He was sucking on her smaller breast. Nearly the whole thing fit in his mouth. Her hand was in his hair. She could feel his tongue lazily lick as he sucked and bit at her tit. 

Spider let herself enjoy the moment as he focused his other attention on the other breast. She gave him reassuring pets. Her body humped upward, needing release. God her panties were soaked. She wiggled free of them as he lavished her breasts. 

“Please, Martin, I want you to  . . . mmmmm . . . fuck me.” The curse was out of character for her, but brought his attention to her. 

“Okay.” It was such a soft word on his innocent looking face. His hand snaked between her legs catching the flood of wetness there. “Fuckin’ Christ. You are dripping.” Her face flushed. “No, no, it’s really good. My cock has to fit inside you so the wetness -” 

“I know.” She didn’t have much in the way of sex education from her mum, but she had been taught what the act was. 

Penis into vagina. 

She had also managed to sneak some looks at educational books in the library when her mother wasn’t watching as well. 

“Will it hurt?” She wondered. 

Martin was alining his cock to her entrance. Looking at the head of his cock she wondered how it would fit inside her. His eyes flicked to her. 

“I’ll go slow.” He pet the side of her face. “If you need me to stop I will. I’d never do anything to hurt you.” She kissed his thumb. 

She felt him shift. Begin to move. 

“Martin,” She blinked up at him as he paused. “Could you . . . could you call me Jennifer? When you are . . . inside me? I want to see something.” Her eyes blinked away tears. She wondered if she just hated that name because it was one her mum gave her. Or maybe she just didn’t feel like Jennifer. 

Right here, in their intimacy she felt like her old self. 

She felt as though Jennifer and Spider could live in harmony. 

Two personalities fighting for control over her little body. 

“‘Course,” He leaned forward. She felt his tip tease along her lips down there. “Jennifer.” 

Butterflies. 

At her name. 

Her heart skidded in her chest so beautifully. 

Slow. 

Slow. 

Slow. 

His tip, bulbous and beating, pressed inside her. The stretch was utterly painful. Her face scrunched. Her mouth let out a pained whimper. 

“Stop.” She whispered out. 

“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He pulled his cock out immediately. He watched her face as she settled down. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” She said sniffling. “Could you maybe tease me here?” She pushed the little tip of her pinkie against her clit. “While you go in?” Martin looked at it uncertainly for a moment. 

“Yeah. But again if you -” 

“I know. I really want to do this.” She assured him. Spider wanted him to know that so badly. 

Slow. 

Slow. 

Slower. 

He teased her slowly stroking her clit as he pushed in. The balance of the painful stretch and the unending pleasure mixed together let it feel easier. He was right. She was so wet that he nearly slipped the whole head of his cock inside her with ease. He slowly pushed out then back in a few times. Only the tip of his cock watching her face attempting to judge how she was feeling. 

“You are really tight.” She saw his Adam’s apple bob. “Does it feel good?” The little strokes with his fingers went in time with his slow fucking of her cunt. 

“Yes . . . you can put more in. I think . . . I think I’ll be okay. As long as you keep pressure there.” Spider watched Martin’s face. His eyes were so black. She felt his tip go in further. 

He was slow, but she can now hear with each small thrust the wet sound of her pussy. He was making her wetter with his thrusts and the pressure on her clit. Her hands reached up to bring him to her face. His lips curved with a gentle hum as she kissed him. He went deeper inside her until it was half way in. He dragged him out slowly. 

“This okay?” She realized his finger wasn’t on her clit anymore as he pumped. 

“I think so. Yeah.” He hummed against her neck as she spoke. She felt butterflies in her belly. She moaned at each drag inside her. “Martin.” Spider held onto him as he continued to slowly fuck her. 

Her hands journeyed down to the dimples right above the curve of his ass. She pushed him a bit, encouraging deeper thrusts. He moved a little faster. 

“Fuck!” He paused, tip on the way out of her. “I’m sorry. I’ll go slower. The sounds you are making are just . . . so God damn pretty. It’s making me want to cum.” 

When he began moving again he was slower. She missed the fast pumps. As soon as that thought left her head he began moving quicker. Martin was breathing harder. His thrusts were verging on erratic and uncontrolled. She was whimpering hard, clutching him. 

“Jennifer.” He whispered, pumping into her. “Fuck. Oh God.” He pushed himself all in. 

Fuck. 

It hurt. 

Fuck. 

It felt good. 

Spider was too lost in the pleasure to note the pain. He dragged himself out before a series of curses erupted hard and fast from his mouth. She watched his face squint. His body pushed down as he began to tremble uncontrollably. She felt him collapse on top of her. There was a wetness and suck of spit retreating into his mouth. His body was shaking. 

“Fuck. Shit.” He was sniffling. “Oh fuck. God damn it.” She watched him wipe his wrist across his eyes, slightly bruised from an earlier fight. “Don’t . . .” She saw that he was crying. Spider moved his hand away seeing he was really shaking and crying. He sniffled. “I didn’t mean to.” Spider wasn’t sure what that meant, but she brought him down for a kiss before kissing under his eyes. 

“You are perfect. My perfect, Martin.” She dreamily looked at him. 

“You didn’t cum.” He noted. 

“There’s lots of time to - oh - Martin - what are you -” Her words drowned into moans. 

He had shifted himself out of her, replacing his cock with his tongue and lips. 

“Making you cum.” He said then got to work. 

They had the whole weekend to explore each other. 

But she would never forget the first time. 

When Martin had cried after he came and he had called her by a name she never thought she was. 

She pushed slowly into the tree. 

The knife etched out the outline of the heart. Fuck, the tree’s bark was a bit rough to bury into. Her eyes fluttered to the two names. 

Martin 4 Spider. 

A very pretty and well designed heart encased their names. She focused on making sure the outline of the heart was clear. She wanted everyone to know Martin Leferve belonged to her. It was then she noticed he was staring. 

“What?” Her shyness peaked through. 

No longer a bit of Jennifer. 

She felt her two selves beginning to mold into one. 

“Nothing.” He mused. 

“I have a knife.” She said twisting a bit into the tree as if offering it as a threat. “You should tell me.” 

“Oh, threatening me, are we?” His smile grew wide and mischievous. 

“Maybe.” Her tongue snaked out. “Just tell me why you are looking at me like that.” 

“I . . . fuck . . . I don’t know, love. You are just so beautiful and I can’t believe you’d give a bloke like me the time of day let alone let me fuck you.” Her face reddened a bit. “And I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to be even looking at you. How fuckin’ cute you look with that knife.” He brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “How you look so beautiful with no makeup at all.” He leaned down to kiss her neck. “How much I want you again and again and again . . .” Each again was punctured by a kiss at her throat. 

“Martin.” Her voice squeaked. 

“Spider or do you want -” 

“I’m both.” She told him. He didn’t seem to realize what that meant to her. His hand slowly lowered her knife to her side. 

The words were buzzing at her lips. 

Those three little words symbolized by a heart around their names held tight in her throat threatening to be forced out with each little kiss. 

If she said them in this moment after their first time it would be dreadful. 

Spider knew that. 

That feeling of genuine love and understanding was growing inside her, but she needed to be sure. 

It couldn’t just be hormones. 

She had to come down from this high. 

They made out in front of the tree until Martin huffed out a series of curses. 

“God, love, you drive me mental.” His hands were settled at her hips. She only smiled, lips kiss swollen. 

“Are you going to sleep over?” She tipped her lips to kiss under his chin. “We could fool around again and -” 

“Yes. I want to stay. You sure your mum -” 

“Very sure. We can be as loud as we want to be. And I want to be loud.” Her hand reached low to his crotch. “It makes you really hard.” He was verging on a full erection just by touch and kisses. 

“‘Course it does. You make heavenly noises. Fuck . . . I can’t hold it.” With one hand he fiddled with the button and zipper fumbling them before fumbling his cock out. Her hand wrapped around it, finding the familiar rhythm he enjoyed. 

“Do you want me to suck you off?” The curiosity lingered off her tongue. 

“No, it’s okay. Your hand is plenty.” He breathed into her ear still feeling her pump. 

Her lips pouted a bit unsure why he hadn’t taken her offer. 

“Why not?” 

There was a pause as her hand slowed. He whimpered at the slowness of her movement. 

“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” 

“You didn’t. I offered, Martin.” 

There was a little tremble in his body at her words. 

“Do you want my mouth around your cock?” 

There was silence even as he twitched in her hand. 

“No.” Spider felt shame at the denial again. “Not here. Let’s go back to the house. Then you can do whatever you want to me. Suck me off, ride my face, let me fuck your pretty pink cunt. I don’t care. I want to spend every second I can with you. If you just want to snuggle in my arms I’d love that too.” 

Love. 

A little, big word that filled her heart to the brim. 

She put him back together, cock inside his jeans even though the erection seemed a bit uncomfortable. 

Spider let her arms wrap around him to snuggle and feel him. 

He was so warm. 

He was all hers. 

Those words were true in her heart. 

She loved Martin Leferve. 

She never loved anyone as much as she loved him. 

The question remained, would this love last forever like she hoped. 

Spider decided waking up wrapped around his body, arms and legs, was better than any feeling in the world. She was clinging to his form, all wrapped up and cozy. 

He was so warm even as she snuggled into the sweat and stench of his body. He smelt so good to her. Her little kisses made him huff out in his sleep. He was clad in only his boxers. She was all neatly tucked in his grey t-shirt. She scrunched her nose against the side right below his arm pit. Spider nipped at him. 

“Ow.” He half groaned peering at her with one open eye. 

She looked at him, eyes innocent and large. Her teeth lightly scraped his flesh as she suckled. 

He had the same expression on as last night. 

When she was going down on him peering up with her big eyes. 

He had lost himself to her nearly immediately. 

She had whined about wanting him inside her, but had struggled a bit getting hard again after his cock was in her mouth. 

Now she snaked her hand to palm his boxers. 

“No trouble here.” She palmed the underside of his balls. Martin mumbled a curse. 

“Just a little effort needed last night. I got you what you wanted.” He chuckled. 

Martin seemed to have been eager to have her again. They had experimented in some foreplay activities managed another fuck once he had himself going. It had tired them both out. Spider had been cold so she had tucked his shirt over her head. 

“You look too good like this.” He pulled at the fabric of his own shirt draped over his girlfriend. 

“You said that last night.” She kissed under his chin still palming his growing erection. 

“Not a liar. Fuck. Please let me fuck you again.” His cock was twitching. She could feel the heat and the wetness there. It made her sigh and grind her wetness into his thigh. 

“You want to?” Her voice nearly purred. Martin was panting. The English language no longer had meaning on his lips. “I can ride you. Would you like that?” The panting only grew more frantic as his hand slapped against her end table for a condom. 

His eagerness made her giggle as they rolled it on. She hadn’t bothered to put panties back on last night as her boyfriend’s thigh had been plenty warm for her. She settled on him rocking herself on his cock. 

Martin continuously whispered her name as his hands fumbled for every inch of her. It was as if it were his first time. He didn’t know where he should focus on so she helped. One hand at her hip, the other on her breast kneading it through the shirt. His hand on her hip snaked lowered to gently rub her little bud making her squeal pretty noises for him. 

“Can you hold on as long as you can, love?” He was huffing as she spoke as if he was so close to the edge. “I really want to go as long as possible.” 

“I can try.” His voice was sweet. His cock was sweeter, throbbing wildly inside her. 

He continued to whimper as he grew closer to his edge. She kissed him, unsure if it made the situation harder for him. He was still hard. She could feel that. The discomfort of him stretching her had slowly been dissipating with each thrust. He held onto her breathing hard and scrunching his eyes. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Her hips had been moving gently in time with him. She smiled against his lips letting a giggle loose as her hips swiveled slightly. His cock head nudged at a spot inside her. 

“Oh god! Fuck! Right there.” It made her body tingle. He nudged that spot again. Her voice grew louder, higher, uncontrolled as her own body chased him to hit that spot inside her again. “Don’t stop. Please. Martin . . .” After his name the words turned into lewd horrid moans. 

He squeezed her bum as she chased that high over and over until the orgasm took her over as if a woman possessed. Her body arched in response, not able to control her volume or the trembles that coursed through her body. She barely had her eyes open to see Martin orgasm. He was panting uncontrollably. As he came down from his high he pulled her close, kissing her neck. 

“Did I hit the spot?” He managed to breath out. 

“Yes, what was -” 

“G-spot. It got you there faster. Selfish of me, but I really couldn’t hold on any longer. You were fuckin’ screaming, love!” He laughed. She grinned, a blush roaming her cheeks. “And don’t go being embarrassed. I fuckin’ loved it. I love it when you are . . . real. It feels real, you and me. Just our bodies, together.” He kissed her cheek. His cock was soft snuggled inside her. She nudged her nose into his neck. 

“I never want to leave this bed.” She wrapped herself around him. Spider grabbed the bear from the floor, snuggling it with them. “Mmmmm . . . I wish you could stay.” 

His smell. The smell of sex. The smell of Martin made her want him again. She kissed his lips, licking the corner. He looked at her. He was watching her tongue snake back. 

“Oh,” She felt him twitch inside her, maybe even harden. “You want to?” Her tongue tucked over her upper lip to challenge his resolve. He dove forward to kiss her again, holding her face letting his own tongue tease her. 

She could feel his cock shift again when the phone rang. 

The landline. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Spider shifted off her needy boyfriend, freeing his cock. He moaned as she rolled off the bed. 

“No, please, stay.” It was a soft whimper that only made her do just that. 

But. 

What if it was her mum? 

At that thought she raced into the kitchen to grab the corded bright green telephone on the wall. 

The voice was unfamiliar asking for her. 

Jennifer. 

She listened to the older woman with the thick Irish accent on the phone after she confirmed who she was. Her smile grew. 

“Oh yes! Thank you! Thank you! You will not be disappointed. I swear I’ll practice every day and - yes Ma’am - I will. Yes. Of course. Sundays at 8am. I’ll be there. Yes. Thank you again! Thank you so much! Bye!” She heard the line click. 

Spider stared down at the phone feeling her body shake again. 

“Good news?” Martin had his pants on, but she could see the uncomfortable boner as he adjusted the sweats. 

“I got it! I’m in the show! Backup, but yes, I’m in!!!” She nearly jumped for joy. 

Spider lunged to hug Martin. He caught her immediately. 

“I’m in the show! I’m in the show!” She couldn’t stop saying it. Pride welled up inside her. 

She knew she would never be happier than this moment, in Martin’s arms being acknowledged for the thing she loved the most. 

Spider had overworked herself. 

Martin knew this. 

“Just go wild, love. I don’t need to see exactly what you are doing.” 

It had been a month or so since she had gotten into the show. It was proving to be a bit harder than she imagined. Twice her mother had threatened to not let her continue. She was lacking in her studies at first, but she had graduated now. There were no studies to concentrate on. She had long talks with Martin at night about her concerns. 

She hated that they hadn’t had sex again. 

Spider knew he wanted to as much as her, but she could not risk her mother catching them. 

Her mother was out for the day with a group of her church friends. 

“Oh alright.” Her smirk was meant to be stunning. Seeing him in the black sleeveless shirt was draining her resolve. 

How had she not thrown him against the wall the moment he entered her bedroom?

She turned on the boombox that contained her favorite album. Her body moved in time to the music as he sat transfixed on the bed. She shook out her hair. Her hand reached for him. He immediately understood. He mirrored her every move swirling with her. 

They danced to every song on the album. 

Once the album repeated, she leaned forward to catch his lips. Spider held his face, unable to stop her body from wanting him. Her mind had raced with the idea that her mother would know she was no longer a virgin, but her fears did not prove true. 

Nothing had changed. Well not nothing. 

Ever since then she knew she had fallen in love with Martin Leferve. 

Ever since then she knew she couldn’t tell him. 

Even as the wetness grew between her legs. 

Even as her tongue snaked to battle his tongue. 

“Hey,” He said softly, parting from her. Spider played with his black locks searching his pretty face. “I actually have something for you.” He pushed off from the dark green carpeted floor. He went over to his duffle which he tended to bring over in hopes of sleeping over. 

She sat cross legged watching him in her little black leather skirt and white long sleeved button up. He retrieved a shoe box. She shifted watching him intently. He saddled up beside her to show the tarantula slowly crawling on the cardboard bottom.

Spider stared at the spider. 

The legs moved softly crawling up the side of the box. Her eyes were wide with wonder at the creature. She had only seen something this beautiful in her books. Her mother would never let her touch let alone own such a curious little creature. 

“You’ve been working so hard.” He said, voice clear to let her know he saw her. Martin saw what she was trying to do. Her little hand dipped inside the box letting the fuzzy legs crawl onto her knuckles. “I want to give you a little companion when I’m not with you.” His thoughtfulness nearly made her cry. “I don’t want you to be lonely, Spider. You don’t deserve that.” 

Her eyes, full of wonder and love, looked up at him. 

“I love her.” 

“You can tell it’s a girl?” 

She excitedly brought him to her bed, settling the creature down between them. Spider pointed out the little underside of the female. Her mouth moved quickly to add with all the facts she knew about the creature before them. Martin asked questions and patiently watched her excitedly look over the creature. 

“She is so cute.” Her index finger tickled its little head, fuzzy and warm. 

“She have a name?” 

“The only name I can think of is Martina. It’s wildly unclever and -” 

“I love it.” She looked up from the spider to him. He was looking at her in that way that made her cheeks burn. Spider thought he might say . . . 

Her fingers touched the edge of his scalp. He leaned in nearly purring at her touch. Spider leaned forward kissing him. 

They kissed. 

And they kissed. 

And they kissed. 

Until her heart was racing with nerves that her mother would arrive home. 

He helped her find a hiding spot for the tarantula and a plan on how to feed her. There was a pet shop next to her work that had crickets. 

Spider kissed him again before he left. 

Her lips were burning for more. 

Her body needed him. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t make me want to stay.” She was balling up his shirt in a way that she could feel his heart thunder under her fist. 

“But I want you to. I can’t help it.” Her lips burned to tell him. 

TELL HIM. 

TELL HIM YOU LOVE HIM. 

Instead she kissed him again whispering for him to go. 

It was official. 

She could not control herself. 

Her body yearned too hard for Martin Leferve; she nearly wished they had not had had sex that day all those months ago. Spider had found herself touching herself more often and even sending dirty texts to her boyfriend. She’d throw the phone aside and blush terribly. 

Words whirled in her head at the notion of her cravings growing stronger. 

Slut.

Whore. 

Disgrace. 

She wasn’t though. Spider knew this was natural. It was natural to crave someone else’s body. Especially the way she loved Martin. He didn’t seem to mind her little messages. He would check in on little Martina, who was thriving in her little box. 

But the waiting. 

The constant need. 

It was driving her up a wall! 

She was frightened her mother was catching on, but as the days grew and her fantasties helped her less and less, she found herself unable to remember why she cared so much about what her mother thought. Instead she found herself asking him over. 

Her mother was out. 

She didn’t think anything of it. 

Spider didn’t think much these days except how much she needed him. 

Not only his body, but she craved his acceptance. Not many people accepted her. Not her mother. Not those she called friends. Not even those at dance. Her hard work was praised, but there were always little comments. 

“You’d be much prettier if you smiled.” 

“You are such a natural beauty, why do you put on so much makeup? It makes you look . . . older.” 

“What’s that metal thing in your nose? You are too sweet of a girl for that sort of thing.” 

Her Martin would never downgrade her to silly things like that. He liked her because she was strange and silly and danced when it caught her and loved insects. 

He accepted her fully. 

“Whoa!” Her lips were on him before he even crossed the threshold. “Didn’t . . . realize . . . you . . . were so . . . oh fuck.” She kissed him between every word. Her smile was uncontrolled. He lifted her up. “I won’t question it. My little doll.” He gave her a great big kiss before swinging her onto his back and up the stairs.

Hands. 

Arms. 

Legs. 

It was all a blur as they took in each other. His tongue was doing things to her she couldn’t even imagine. On every part of her she wanted him. He complied with every request. They barely talked except for a few directional instructions to make each other feel better. She barely knew what was happening, only that he was making her feel good. 

“Martin. . .” When was the last time she said his name like this? Maybe to herself when she was touching between her legs. But now he was there instead of her hand. His tongue so buried within her she thought - “MARTIN!” She screamed, feeling a release so earth shattering she barely knew how to contain herself. 

“It’ll feel nicer like this.” He whispered. 

He was inside her. 

Slick. 

Raw. 

Real. 

Here. 

His motions were rapid fire. It was as if that release was pulsing through her still. She could not stop herself, nude and trembling, from clutching his body. Why couldn’t life be like this? Why couldn’t she stare into her boyfriend’s face and feel him ram into her? 

It nearly broke her. Not the motions of him. Not the hardness of his cock. Not even his soft tender body burying himself inside her as he let out a series of undercontrolled moans. She broke because she could not imagine life without him. She broke as he released onto her inner thigh. She felt him move away, but pulled him down for another kiss. 

“Miss me that much?” He smiled against her lips, tucking his nose to hers. 

“Always miss you, baby.” She might have cringed at her own use of the word baby, but felt too good to feel anything else. 

“You know I don’t think you could miss me more than I miss you. Don’t think any person could.” She swallowed, watching his face with curiosity as he spoke. She admired how good he looked naked and on top of her. “You don’t believe me, do you?” She laughed. He grabbed her and rolled. “I think about you constantly. Hell sometimes I get a boner when doing carjitsu cause I can’t stop thinking of you. The contact and the aggression . . . it makes me think about our first time.”

“Our first time?” 

“Yeah, we wanted each other so bad, but you know,” He had fallen off the bed, on his knees while she was higher up on the bed. “Now I’ll be thinking about this. The best sex I’ve ever had.” 

“Can’t be that.” 

“Can so. Cause I said it. I felt it. What’s that saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder.” He kissed her hand looking up at her. 

“Absence makes your dick harder.” She said, a hand on his chest running between his pecs to the flab of his belly. He squirmed a bit. She could see his dick was getting harder. “Just need to touch you and you are at attention for me.” 

“Told you I want you. Not a liar.” He moved forward letting his tongue do the talking. She traveled with him on the ground. 

She was on top of him lining herself up to him, but she felt him curse and his sudden release. Spider laughed, not at him. She was so happy. He rolled her over so she was flat on her back. She was giggling like mad while he peppered her with kisses lightly scolding her for laughing, but smiling all through it. 

Now. 

Now would be the perfect time to tell him how she felt. 

Instead she felt breathless as he moved to put his white sleeveless shirt back on and pants. It was a singular he was about to leave. Spider grabbed his shirt before he could. She threw it on modeling it for him. 

“Need this to leave.” She teased. 

Martin didn’t seem mad. He sighed and plopped down on the carpet. She pulled on plaid shorts she wore to bed. She lifted the shirt to her nose to sniff.

Sweat. 

Deodorant. 

Him. 

Pure Martin Leferve. 

He stared at her as she sat in front of him. His eyes were so blue. Spider moved closer as a predator would. He did not stop looking at her lips the whole time. He was enchanted with her, she thought. Her heart thudded wildly at the idea that someone could want her this bad. Some days she felt as though her own mother wouldn’t mind if she weren’t around. 

She wasn’t a burden to Martin. 

“You want me.” Her voice said softly. 

“Yes.” It was nearly a hiccup, so soft she might have barely heard him if she wasn’t so close. 

“Every part of you?” 

“Yes.” 

“Eyes,” Her two index fingers pressed just below his eyes at the soft skin there. “Nose,” She gave a tantalizing lick up the bridge. His lips breathed out a gasp. “Lips,” Her fingers traveled to trace his lips. He puckered to kiss her. “Tongue.” 

She stuck out her own tongue. Spider licked the palm of her hand. 

He mimed her as when they danced. 

Her heart thudded.

Why was this so sexy? 

He was watching her as he licked his hand. She was encouraging him to follow it down her arm. 

She wanted to tell him. 

She NEEDED to tell him. 

Instead other needs outweighed themselves. Her petite body was on him again, caging him so he couldn’t leave. 

“Oh, you trying to keep me?” Yes, she was. She was so selfish. Her kisses could keep him here she thought. He could stay with her forever - 

Screaming. 

Hands. 

They were torn apart. 

NO.

“Get out of my house!” 

Her mother. 

When had she -

“You’re not welcomed here!” 

That wasn’t true. Martin was welcomed wherever she was. He hit her closet door with a thump. Her heart was thudding for different reasons now. Her mouth fell open watching the scene unfold. 

This couldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening? 

Why was she hurting him? 

“Nice to meet you too.” Martin mumbled as her mother pushed him out of her bedroom. No, he belonged here. She couldn’t. 

Her mother stared at her. 

The look of disappointment let soft protesting buts escape her bewildered mouth. 

Down. 

Down. 

Down the stairs. He protested. He never wanted to hurt her. Honest to god he had said. Martin never hurt her. She tried her best to tell her mother this. Tell her to stop. 

“Mum, leave him.” She knelt on the stairs sticking her head between the dark metal bars. 

He was already gone. 

Spider thought that maybe she'd never see those blue eyes again. She’d never feel him again. 

Nobody would ever accept her again. 

“I’m sending you away this time.” 

No. 

Her head shook. 

She couldn’t. 

She couldn’t. 

“Please . . .” it was so soft she barely heard herself. 

“You are a disgrace.” 

“No, I’m not.” He had wanted her. Her mother didn’t. “Please. I’m not . . . please.” 

“The makeup is washable. The makeup and the piercing I could handle. We could get rid of those things, but this boy . . .” She sneered. “He’s the type to get you knocked up and stuck in a situation you aren’t ready for. Give you diseases. Is that what you want, Jennifer? You want to be riddled with SEXUAL diseases? Be pregnant and alone? Because he’s the type that would -” 

“YOU DON’T KNOW HIM.” She cried out. Spider was crying now. 

“I know him. I know his kind very well.” She stuck her finger upstairs. “GO pack your things and don’t go trying to talk about your dance performance. I’ll call and tell them what happened. I’m sure your auntie would be happy to take you in until you get your head on straight.” 

She couldn’t breathe. 

She couldn’t think. 

Her body was shaky. The words her mother continued to say were all hateful and untrue. He loved her. He hadn’t said it, but she knew it was true even as her mother told her he didn’t. She let herself feel numb, cold. 

Jennifer packed up her things. 

Her aunt was quick to agree to take her in. 

It was only the next day. 

24 hours of crying uncontrollably. 

She couldn’t even text him goodbye. Her mum had taken her phone. 

She had taken everything. 

Even as she watched her, picking up her bags outside the only home she had ever known she remained indifferent. 

“Did you ever really love me?” Nobody could hear her speak it to the wind. She suspected her mother never had. Not the real her.

He did.

She knew he did. 

He hadn’t needed to say it. 

Spider knew. 

She just hoped he knew she loved him too. 

Spider hiccuped as she crawled into the back seat. There were no more tears left. Her eyes were puffy. Her mum had made her scrub every inch of her off. Her piercing was gone. 

There was no Spider left. Not even Jennifer was there. 

She felt as though she was nothing. 

Who was she now?

Who would she be without her home? Who would she be without him? 

Without someone who loved her? Accepted her? 

When she saw him running she hoped to feel something. 

Anything. 

He looked like a proper lad. 

Martin Leferve’s version of it. 

Maybe he thought he could change her mum’s mind. 

No sweater in the world would stop the car from moving. She pressed her hands against the glass of the back window. She hiccuped. She knew how she looked. She knew how she felt. 

She still loved him. 

He ran. 

He chased. 

He stumbled. 

As she rounded the corner she thought she might feel this way forever. 

But that wasn’t true. 

This was just a moment of sadness before a lifetime of pure happiness.

[venusbyline]

I NEED HIM SO BAD

WEIRD HOBBIES

-ˋˏ| summary: you meet a guy in a bar and decide to go back to his place, as weird as he might seem.

✧ | Pairing: Martin (in the modern world) x reader

✧ | word count: 2.3k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f/m receiving), 69 position, Martin is weird as hell but a pussy eating champ! Not beta proof<3

“So… what’s your name again?” You ask curiously, walking behind the man that holds your hand, guiding you through his home, and to his bedroom. You don’t complain, though, since you were out just for that; to get home with a handsome man. 

There was this band that you never heard of playing near your house, and it took little for your brain to convince you to go. If something good came from it, you would get fucked. If something bad came from it, well… you hoped for the first one. 

That’s how you ended up here, following a dude, which looks from head to toe like a metal head. His hair goes to his shoulders, coal black, which you assume he dyed it, and some graphic shirt with the words ‘Knotfest’ and all, wearing some metal stuff that you didn’t really know much about.

And you looked like a rock groupie, with a leather top that practically squeezed your tits and a dark jeans miniskirt with some boots. Yet, this mysterious man was still taller than you, and that was quite exciting, and a bit arousing.

“Eh, Martin” he says nonchalantly, as he grabs your hand, his bracelets really end up the detail of his fit, and you feel really horny now to lay with this dude. “Yours?”

You tell Martin your name, following him as he opens his bedroom door. To be fair, it is tidier than you imagined.

“Sorry the mess” he murmurs, moving the drone and an electric guitar out of his bed. You hum, looking around curiously, to the badly positioned posters, some rock-metal bands that you didn’t know about.

“Is that a snake?” You ask, watching the little head of the reptile in the middle of the dim light coming from outside.

“Uh- no, it’s a lizard” 

A guy with a lizard as a pet. Okay.

“What is its name?” 

“Lizard. I don’t like naming them-” 

Great. 

You look at him with a fake smile. The dick better be good you think, taking out your jacket and leaving it on a chair next to the desk.

“Be careful, spider likes to crawl near there”

You took your jacket off there, and you really hoped that he had a dog called spider because otherwise it would be strange as hell.

“Riiiiight” you say, leaving your jacket in a hanger of his opened closet. Whatever. “So… Apart from having a lizard and a spider… do you maybe also have… a cockroach?”

He lets out a huff, his lips turning upwards as he takes his shirt off. “No” Martin says. “I do have another thing, though, it’s very big”

You try to smile at his corny, cringy words. It’s for the dick. You repeat to yourself: The dick better be good. He better not finish in two minutes. He better knows how to eat pussy.

“Ha. Funny” you say as you start to take off those boots.

“How did ya meet the band?”

“Ehmm… A friend dated the brother of an ex of the bassist. I think” you say watching as he frowns his eyebrows slightly trying to make any sense as he lights up a cigarette. 

“ah, nice” he says as he lays on bed as he smokes the cigarette, taking off his shirt as he remains only in those Adidas jeans of his. “Heard the songs before?”

“Once or twice” you say looking at the CD albums stacked on top of each other messily, and you move to grab a solitude piece of paper, as you can practically feel Martin’s eyes on your ass. “I liked the vocalist, quite handsome, don’t you think?” you unwrap softly the paper, away from Martin’s eyes.

It was an address. It piqued your curiosity.

“Aye, come here” his voice is soft as he extends his hand to turn off the cigarette on the glass ashtray, which has the shape of a dragon.

You turn around and walk toward his bed, and watch how he seems eager to have you. It’s hot to have a man drooling for you like Martin is now. And his erection is the living proof of it; it was obvious against his trousers that he was rock hard. You wondered if he was leaking as well. 

You straddle his lap, a smirk forming on your lips as his hands move immediately to your thighs, cold hands moving slowly up to find their way to your ass. 

“Sit on my face” Martin murmurs, words slightly stuck between his pants

“Hm? What was that?” You ask petulantly, pretending not to have heard. 

“Come on, beautiful, sit on my face” he says, pushing your hips closer to his chest, trying to push your miniskirt up.

“Gotta take my panties off” you say softly to him, watching his lips as he licks them, savouring the ghosting taste of you.

“No, like this” he murmurs, eager to taste you. “I’ll eat you from behind even.” Martin proposes, more desperate than the last time “Please”

You might forgive cheesy comments for his eagerness. You sigh with a wide smirk, turning around as Martin places his big hands around your thighs, dragging your centre closer to his face. 

Eager was the wrong word for it; he was desperate.

His hand moved your panties to the side, and his face almost nuzzled your cunt, before starting to press his tongue on your centre. You could hear his groan of pure delight, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs and ass as he delighted himself. 

“Fuck” you said, but it was as if all the air from your lungs when out in that moan. 

Martin’s hands were keeping you still, not allowing you to move your hips to grind his face as you wanted. You could hear his moans, the way he slurped and nuzzled his face on your cunt. 

He was a pro, eating pussy as if he did it every day (maybe he did, god knows), and he didn’t seem to care for his lack of air in the matter. He was on it, devoted to eating your dripping cunt as if it was his last meal on earth.

Your hands are pressed on his stomach, and he has to forcefully let you go to breathe, and you sigh as you feel his breaths. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” You breathe softly, as you can hear how he pants, catching his breath. 

“A good pussy can make a man go feral, love” he says, moving your panties out of the way as his index and middle finger move to rub against your slit. 

He was cheesy, and it was a bit weird. Yet it couldn’t bother you less, you had been with worse men, and Martin was good in other areas…, well, at least in sex and eating out a pussy. And it was more than average, so you were up to it.

Before he decides to keep on eating you, still caressing your clit as he catches his breath, you lean a bit on his torso, to try to pull down the leather pants, opening the zipper. 

It takes you a bit, yet after accomplishing your mission, your hand grabs his dick to guide it into your warm, eager mouth. 

He was well doted, and hard as a rock. He was leaking, and his tip was a bit pink compared with the rest of his cock. 

God damn you if it didn’t make your mouth drool. Between him eating you out, and his leaking cock, you think you will go insane. He could have cheeky, cringe comments but you could live with it. You couldn’t live without him eating you out or his cock. 

You are as enthusiastic with his cock as he is. Though, you start slower. You take the head on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel him groan against your pussy. It was fucking hot, and it had you moaning on his cock. You didn’t remember the last time your legs were trembling like this, and how much you wanted to feel a dick in your throat. It was a need, a primal need.

Martin was kind and nice, had his things, but god, you need to fuck him. You might even need to have his babies by now. You wouldn’t complain if he came all inside you, filling you with his cum, and making you pregnant. Fuck, it even turned you more on. What was this man doing to you?

You took more of his dick in your mouth, trying to take all of it, not minding if you choke on it. He was hot. More than hot, in truth.

Martin was relentless with his tongue, lapping at your cunt again and again, moaning loudly against it as he could feel how deep you were taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand moved to cup his balls, as your tongue tried to swirl around his tip. It drove him insane. 

It was not long before you started to cum, moaning loudly, his dick slipping from your mouth as your thighs pressed against his face, riding his face and nose as he was making you cum. His tongue was as greedy as him, and he worked with his nose along your slit. And it made you cum hard, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck, Martin, just like that…” You say, hips grinding against his mouth in a desperate need to stretch the feeling a bit more. 

And once you finish, your mouth goes back to his cock, to keep on sucking him off. “Fuck, you feel incredible” he rasped, as you moved forward, closer to his cock and have full access, as Martin’s hips pumped upwards to fuck your mouth. 

You lay on his chest, his face back on the pillow, moaning loudly as you seem to try to drain him completely, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all.

“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” He says, teeth gripped as his hand moves to grab a fist of your hair, to move your head down to allow him fuck your mouth deep as he wanted. His own head titles back in pure bliss and pleasure, moaning loudly as he uses your mouth as a desperate animal in need to cum. Not that you complain, it costs a bit more to breathe, and you were almost choking, but hearing Martin be so local, groaning, moaning and grunting was worth it. 

His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum. 

“Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.

As the last drops of cum are licked off his cock, he leans back and you move to his side. 

“That was great” You mutter, looking at the ceiling. How could he be so great at it?

“Yeah. Cig break and round two?”

“Hell yeah”

You are with your friend when you search the location in the paper that you found in Martin’s room. You were supposed to go to the club, you were wearing your miniskirt and a top, really to party, but that man had eaten your pussy and fucked you like no one before, so you felt entitled to find what that was for.

“It’s cold” Your friend, Tamara, says. She was chewing gum as she followed you begrudgingly. 

“It’s a fucking parking lot?” You ask looking around the empty street, the night made it lonely yet not totally isolated. 

“Your darling buries the bodies here” Your friend says, obviously judging it all. “Can we go?”

“Look, there is a car” you point out, as the car seems to be jumping around due to the movements inside. “Gods, you think they are having sex?”

“Ew, you think he has a brothel in his car?” Tamara asks you, looking at the car as you both get closer. “Eww and you fucked without a condom… You could get an IST, and die”

“It is called an STD, and… I think he is not fucking anyone” you frown slightly, getting closer.

“Careful! What if his pimp is here…?”

“He is fighting someone!” You say looking inside the car, as you find Martin pressing the head of the other guy against the window. 

Surely, Martin was a weird dude. He was corny as hell, and he had pets called like the species they were. Sure. He almost burned his hair as he smoked after sex, yes; and he also ate pussy like a champ and was hung as a horse. 

“I am going there” You tell your friends. “The dick is worth it”

“Yikes” 

As you walk closer, you feel your friend either staying behind or walking away, not that you care. 

Martin had blood trailing down his forehead, and was lying in the passenger’s seat as his thighs choked the other guy he was with, holding his head still with his hands. Okay, whatever, a guy can have hobbies.

When he sees you, he starts rolling down the window of the car, as you lean closer to his height.

“Hey, darling- how did ya–”

“A girl has her secrets” you say, smiling as you see him. God, he was sexy as hell. “I want my pussy eaten” 

Martin smirks, and he leans back to sigh at your request, as if the idea delights him. He still applies pressure to the other dude, who seems to pass out. Martin leans forward closer to your lips and whispers “Will ya’ wait ten minutes as I finish with this round?”

“Three” You bargain.

“Seven.”

“Three”

“Five and I’ll make you cum twice.” His final offer, and the time you had in mind. Offering lower than one wants always seems work to get your official deal, even with an extra.

“Deal” you accept with a smirk. 

And what if he was fighting inside a car? You fancied Martin, and sure as hell he fancied you. Even if he has weird hobbies. 

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His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum.  “Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.

Lapping up this fic like Martin laps up pussy 🥵🤤😂

This was so good, and I loved reader’s attitude. Great fic 💕

WEIRD HOBBIES

-ˋˏ| summary: you meet a guy in a bar and decide to go back to his place, as weird as he might seem.

✧ | Pairing: Martin (in the modern world) x reader

✧ | word count: 2.3k

✧ | Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Oral (f/m receiving), 69 position, Martin is weird as hell but a pussy eating champ! Not beta proof<3

“So… what’s your name again?” You ask curiously, walking behind the man that holds your hand, guiding you through his home, and to his bedroom. You don’t complain, though, since you were out just for that; to get home with a handsome man. 

There was this band that you never heard of playing near your house, and it took little for your brain to convince you to go. If something good came from it, you would get fucked. If something bad came from it, well… you hoped for the first one. 

That’s how you ended up here, following a dude, which looks from head to toe like a metal head. His hair goes to his shoulders, coal black, which you assume he dyed it, and some graphic shirt with the words ‘Knotfest’ and all, wearing some metal stuff that you didn’t really know much about.

And you looked like a rock groupie, with a leather top that practically squeezed your tits and a dark jeans miniskirt with some boots. Yet, this mysterious man was still taller than you, and that was quite exciting, and a bit arousing.

“Eh, Martin” he says nonchalantly, as he grabs your hand, his bracelets really end up the detail of his fit, and you feel really horny now to lay with this dude. “Yours?”

You tell Martin your name, following him as he opens his bedroom door. To be fair, it is tidier than you imagined.

“Sorry the mess” he murmurs, moving the drone and an electric guitar out of his bed. You hum, looking around curiously, to the badly positioned posters, some rock-metal bands that you didn’t know about.

“Is that a snake?” You ask, watching the little head of the reptile in the middle of the dim light coming from outside.

“Uh- no, it’s a lizard” 

A guy with a lizard as a pet. Okay.

“What is its name?” 

“Lizard. I don’t like naming them-” 

Great. 

You look at him with a fake smile. The dick better be good you think, taking out your jacket and leaving it on a chair next to the desk.

“Be careful, spider likes to crawl near there”

You took your jacket off there, and you really hoped that he had a dog called spider because otherwise it would be strange as hell.

“Riiiiight” you say, leaving your jacket in a hanger of his opened closet. Whatever. “So… Apart from having a lizard and a spider… do you maybe also have… a cockroach?”

He lets out a huff, his lips turning upwards as he takes his shirt off. “No” Martin says. “I do have another thing, though, it’s very big”

You try to smile at his corny, cringy words. It’s for the dick. You repeat to yourself: The dick better be good. He better not finish in two minutes. He better knows how to eat pussy.

“Ha. Funny” you say as you start to take off those boots.

“How did ya meet the band?”

“Ehmm… A friend dated the brother of an ex of the bassist. I think” you say watching as he frowns his eyebrows slightly trying to make any sense as he lights up a cigarette. 

“ah, nice” he says as he lays on bed as he smokes the cigarette, taking off his shirt as he remains only in those Adidas jeans of his. “Heard the songs before?”

“Once or twice” you say looking at the CD albums stacked on top of each other messily, and you move to grab a solitude piece of paper, as you can practically feel Martin’s eyes on your ass. “I liked the vocalist, quite handsome, don’t you think?” you unwrap softly the paper, away from Martin’s eyes.

It was an address. It piqued your curiosity.

“Aye, come here” his voice is soft as he extends his hand to turn off the cigarette on the glass ashtray, which has the shape of a dragon.

You turn around and walk toward his bed, and watch how he seems eager to have you. It’s hot to have a man drooling for you like Martin is now. And his erection is the living proof of it; it was obvious against his trousers that he was rock hard. You wondered if he was leaking as well. 

You straddle his lap, a smirk forming on your lips as his hands move immediately to your thighs, cold hands moving slowly up to find their way to your ass. 

“Sit on my face” Martin murmurs, words slightly stuck between his pants

“Hm? What was that?” You ask petulantly, pretending not to have heard. 

“Come on, beautiful, sit on my face” he says, pushing your hips closer to his chest, trying to push your miniskirt up.

“Gotta take my panties off” you say softly to him, watching his lips as he licks them, savouring the ghosting taste of you.

“No, like this” he murmurs, eager to taste you. “I’ll eat you from behind even.” Martin proposes, more desperate than the last time “Please”

You might forgive cheesy comments for his eagerness. You sigh with a wide smirk, turning around as Martin places his big hands around your thighs, dragging your centre closer to his face. 

Eager was the wrong word for it; he was desperate.

His hand moved your panties to the side, and his face almost nuzzled your cunt, before starting to press his tongue on your centre. You could hear his groan of pure delight, his hands caressing the skin of your thighs and ass as he delighted himself. 

“Fuck” you said, but it was as if all the air from your lungs when out in that moan. 

Martin’s hands were keeping you still, not allowing you to move your hips to grind his face as you wanted. You could hear his moans, the way he slurped and nuzzled his face on your cunt. 

He was a pro, eating pussy as if he did it every day (maybe he did, god knows), and he didn’t seem to care for his lack of air in the matter. He was on it, devoted to eating your dripping cunt as if it was his last meal on earth.

Your hands are pressed on his stomach, and he has to forcefully let you go to breathe, and you sigh as you feel his breaths. 

“Where did you learn to do that?” You breathe softly, as you can hear how he pants, catching his breath. 

“A good pussy can make a man go feral, love” he says, moving your panties out of the way as his index and middle finger move to rub against your slit. 

He was cheesy, and it was a bit weird. Yet it couldn’t bother you less, you had been with worse men, and Martin was good in other areas…, well, at least in sex and eating out a pussy. And it was more than average, so you were up to it.

Before he decides to keep on eating you, still caressing your clit as he catches his breath, you lean a bit on his torso, to try to pull down the leather pants, opening the zipper. 

It takes you a bit, yet after accomplishing your mission, your hand grabs his dick to guide it into your warm, eager mouth. 

He was well doted, and hard as a rock. He was leaking, and his tip was a bit pink compared with the rest of his cock. 

God damn you if it didn’t make your mouth drool. Between him eating you out, and his leaking cock, you think you will go insane. He could have cheeky, cringe comments but you could live with it. You couldn’t live without him eating you out or his cock. 

You are as enthusiastic with his cock as he is. Though, you start slower. You take the head on your mouth, sucking on it as you feel him groan against your pussy. It was fucking hot, and it had you moaning on his cock. You didn’t remember the last time your legs were trembling like this, and how much you wanted to feel a dick in your throat. It was a need, a primal need.

Martin was kind and nice, had his things, but god, you need to fuck him. You might even need to have his babies by now. You wouldn’t complain if he came all inside you, filling you with his cum, and making you pregnant. Fuck, it even turned you more on. What was this man doing to you?

You took more of his dick in your mouth, trying to take all of it, not minding if you choke on it. He was hot. More than hot, in truth.

Martin was relentless with his tongue, lapping at your cunt again and again, moaning loudly against it as he could feel how deep you were taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand moved to cup his balls, as your tongue tried to swirl around his tip. It drove him insane. 

It was not long before you started to cum, moaning loudly, his dick slipping from your mouth as your thighs pressed against his face, riding his face and nose as he was making you cum. His tongue was as greedy as him, and he worked with his nose along your slit. And it made you cum hard, rolling your eyes back. “Fuck, Martin, just like that…” You say, hips grinding against his mouth in a desperate need to stretch the feeling a bit more. 

And once you finish, your mouth goes back to his cock, to keep on sucking him off. “Fuck, you feel incredible” he rasped, as you moved forward, closer to his cock and have full access, as Martin’s hips pumped upwards to fuck your mouth. 

You lay on his chest, his face back on the pillow, moaning loudly as you seem to try to drain him completely, deepthroating him as if it was nothing at all.

“Fuck, you are going to make me cum” He says, teeth gripped as his hand moves to grab a fist of your hair, to move your head down to allow him fuck your mouth deep as he wanted. His own head titles back in pure bliss and pleasure, moaning loudly as he uses your mouth as a desperate animal in need to cum. Not that you complain, it costs a bit more to breathe, and you were almost choking, but hearing Martin be so local, groaning, moaning and grunting was worth it. 

His cum soon fills your mouth, and he keeps you still, the signal clear for you to swallow all of it, as his throbbing cock unleashed his hot cum. 

“Swallow it… fuck, swallow it all, take what I give you…” he mutters in pure bliss.

As the last drops of cum are licked off his cock, he leans back and you move to his side. 

“That was great” You mutter, looking at the ceiling. How could he be so great at it?

“Yeah. Cig break and round two?”

“Hell yeah”

You are with your friend when you search the location in the paper that you found in Martin’s room. You were supposed to go to the club, you were wearing your miniskirt and a top, really to party, but that man had eaten your pussy and fucked you like no one before, so you felt entitled to find what that was for.

“It’s cold” Your friend, Tamara, says. She was chewing gum as she followed you begrudgingly. 

“It’s a fucking parking lot?” You ask looking around the empty street, the night made it lonely yet not totally isolated. 

“Your darling buries the bodies here” Your friend says, obviously judging it all. “Can we go?”

“Look, there is a car” you point out, as the car seems to be jumping around due to the movements inside. “Gods, you think they are having sex?”

“Ew, you think he has a brothel in his car?” Tamara asks you, looking at the car as you both get closer. “Eww and you fucked without a condom… You could get an IST, and die”

“It is called an STD, and… I think he is not fucking anyone” you frown slightly, getting closer.

“Careful! What if his pimp is here…?”

“He is fighting someone!” You say looking inside the car, as you find Martin pressing the head of the other guy against the window. 

Surely, Martin was a weird dude. He was corny as hell, and he had pets called like the species they were. Sure. He almost burned his hair as he smoked after sex, yes; and he also ate pussy like a champ and was hung as a horse. 

“I am going there” You tell your friends. “The dick is worth it”

“Yikes” 

As you walk closer, you feel your friend either staying behind or walking away, not that you care. 

Martin had blood trailing down his forehead, and was lying in the passenger’s seat as his thighs choked the other guy he was with, holding his head still with his hands. Okay, whatever, a guy can have hobbies.

When he sees you, he starts rolling down the window of the car, as you lean closer to his height.

“Hey, darling- how did ya–”

“A girl has her secrets” you say, smiling as you see him. God, he was sexy as hell. “I want my pussy eaten” 

Martin smirks, and he leans back to sigh at your request, as if the idea delights him. He still applies pressure to the other dude, who seems to pass out. Martin leans forward closer to your lips and whispers “Will ya’ wait ten minutes as I finish with this round?”

“Three” You bargain.

“Seven.”

“Three”

“Five and I’ll make you cum twice.” His final offer, and the time you had in mind. Offering lower than one wants always seems work to get your official deal, even with an extra.

“Deal” you accept with a smirk. 

And what if he was fighting inside a car? You fancied Martin, and sure as hell he fancied you. Even if he has weird hobbies.