"fucking hell" - joey trotta [smut] [edited]

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*smut warning🍒* (your both eighteen in this!)

i had been best friends with joey for a while, i had been crushing on him since i met him. he asked me to meet him and the guys in his room, so i changed into a button up shirt with block colours, and my mum jeans with my white converse.

i walk down the hall quietly, its late so i don't want to get caught. the door soon comes into view and i knock, joey opens it. my eyes pop out of my head, he happened to be shirtless. geez at least give a girl a warning.

i look around the room to see that is just joey here. we walk into the room shutting the door.

"am i early? where are the guys?" i ask confused at the lack of boys and conversations about beating off.

"well... there not coming." he says nervously looking at the ground.

"what do you mean?" i ask chuckling, he looks at me scratching the back of his neck.

"well i just wanted to see you." he says timidness present in his actions and words.

"why?" i ask quietly looking into his brown eyes that make me feel weak at the knees.

he grabs my hands and pins me to a wall.

i am confused by his actions, what the hell is he doing? i thought. he grabs my face in one hand, and brings his face to mine. our lips touch and it starts out slow. but that slowness is soon replace with eagerness and roughness. we pull back out of breathe from what just happened.

"does that answer your question?" he says smirking.

"maybe show me again, then i'll get it." i say back jokingly.

"i'd be my pleasure." he says back in the same manner of playfulness.

he grabs me by the waist bringing me closer to him in a swift motion. i kiss him before he can do anything else. our tongues dance and battle each other, fighting for dominance. i let him win. i slowly push him back to his bed he lands down with a plop. i put my legs up straddling his waist. his hands grasp every piece of skin he can find.

i tug his lovely brown locks, earning a groan from the action. i slowly push him down flat onto the bed, me on top. he slowly unbuttons my shirt, unhappy with little skin i am showing. our kiss is getting more sloppy by the second. moans fill the room and sound of the bed creaking.

he now removes my shirt and chucks it somewhere in his messy room. he pulls back looking in awe at my black lace bra covering my breasts barley. it's too small its the only one i could find in the mess of my closet before i left. i look at him staring intently at my chest. the face he made still makes me blush to this day. his eyes wide and lust filled, his pink lips swollen and wet, he face glowing a slight red with slight timidness, and his breathe breathing heavily.

"god damn y/n you're so beautiful." he says in the most sexy way i have ever fucking heard.

"shut up and kiss me." i say back.

"yes m'am." he says fake saluting.

he kisses down my neck, a suck here and there probably leaving me a set of hickeys for people to question tomorrow. i don't care, the only thing i care about is the boy in this room with me. i moan, he found my sweet spot. my head falls back while moaning. he leaves chaste kisses around my breasts. he moans at me moaning. he moves his lips back up to kiss mine. i slowly kiss down his neck and jaw, he groans in pleasure. he reaches for the button of my jeans, undoing them slowly. i pull them off my legs onto the floor with my shoes and shirt.

leaving me in just my underwear. he looks at my body, and sighs happily.

"woah." he says.

i smile at his reaction. i reach for his pants, his member begging to be freed from the vice grip of his jeans. i undo the button whilst he kisses own my neck slowly teasing me, and turning me on more and more by the second. i pull the zip down. he flips us so my back is on the bed, and i am under him. his legs in between my spread apart ones. our lower half grind onto to each others, he moans a deep throaty moan. he pulled his jeans off, they are on the floor now. leaving him in his red checkered boxers. he kisses me slow and passionately, slowing down our actions to enjoy it more and to let it last.

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