Short Stories/Romance Concepts

By mashas_marsh

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NSFW warning - Short 2-3 part stories/concepts, most (if not all) containing mature scenes. More

A/N and Laments
You Know I Hate You...
Pt. 3
Friends After Dark
Pt.2 (NSFW)
I Wish I Knew
Pt. 2 (NSFW)
Standalone (NSFW)
Crossdressing pt. 1 (NSFW)
Crossdressing pt. 2 (NSFW)
teaser!
excerpt (nsfw)
Zahra & Finn pt. 1

Pt. 2 (NSFW)

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By mashas_marsh

(noticing a theme with these pt.2 titles)

     Another. Fucking. Hour. Of sitting alone in the dark, unable to sleep. Of listening to Tyler's rhythmic breathing. Of driving myself crazy over everything he'd said to me all day.

     I might've just been losing my mind.

     I probably was, considering I ended up getting out of my "bed" and draping the duvet over Tyler, gently testing if he would stir. His breathing changed slightly, but he only snuggled himself into the blankets further before falling still again. It was kind of cute. In a pitiful way, of course.

  I'm just cold, I reasoned with myself as I lifted a leg up on the side of the mattress. I'm sleep deprived. It'll be an awful vacation if i'm tired the whole time. I slowly rested my whole weight on the bed, causing it to creak a little. He offered me the bed in the first place.

     In what felt like 20 minutes, I managed to get in the bed with minimal disturbance to Tyler. I faced the edge of the room, careful to not let any part of my body touch his. While the position wasn't exactly comfortable, it was miles better than being stuck on the floor.

     Tyler's breathing was soothing, in a weird way. Kind of like a metronome? Keeping the time. He would probably be good at ASMR.

     I shake my head a teeny bit, trying to physically remove the strange train of thought so I can go to sleep. I let out a soft, long sigh as I let myself get comfortable and relax. As much as Tyler and I refused to get along, I didn't feel unsafe with him. He was a nice enough guy, he never gave me bad vibes, I just...

     It dawned on me that I didn't have a clue why I didn't like him.

     I shuffled my feet together a little, still a little cold when I heard rustling from Tyler's side, along with a groggy, "Stop moving."
Shiiit. I mean, I knew I would have to have the conversation about why I was in his bed in the morning, but I definitely did not want to cross that bridge now.

     He was probably just asleep. Sleep talking. Yeah. I rolled a little to get comfortable, moving as slowly as I could to avoid disturbing him again.

     "TJ." His voice was kind of gruff. Definitely not asleep.

     "Sorry." I said it as quickly and quietly as I could, wondering if I could get out and run to die in a hole somewhere without him noticing.

     I heard more rustling, louder this time. "Why are you in my bed?"

     "The floor is cold."

     "And you wanted me to help warm you up?"

     This was about to be the longest conversation we've ever had and I'm far too distracted with how husky his voice got out of nowhere. "Uhm, no? Believe me, I'd rather be in a dumpster, but I didn't want to catch hypothermia the first day of this trip."

     "Why do you hate me so much, TJ?"

     The question hit me almost physically. For a long while I wasnt sure how to answer. Some feud I don't remember? Definitely not a strong argument. Without thinking, I pulled an Alexandra and went straight into panic mode.

     "I don't know how to pick one reason."

     "That's a cop out and you know it."

     Was he mad at me? I couldn't tell. "It's..."

     "You can do it," he whispered, taunting me.

     That did it.

     I rolled over to face him, pretty miffed. "It's the way that you walk. How you hold yourself. Like a toddler. The way that you talk, with that weird breathy inflection. How you absolutely refuse to say 'feng shui' right. That stupid smile on the corner of your lips when you're trying not to laugh." I took a breath. "And your stupid hair."

     Silence, for a a moment, before it was interrupted by his stomach churning chuckle. "No please, go back to talking about my smile."

     "W-what?" Why did my face feel so hot?

     "It sounds like you've spent a lot of time thinking about how much you hate me." Even in the dark, I could tell he was smirking. "Now please, tell me more about my stupid smile."

     "It's stupid."

     "Anything else?"

     My stomach flipped again. I'm not sure why. "No." My voice warbled.

     Suddenly I felt his breath coming closer to my face. Before I had time to process what was happening, his lips were on mine and mine were on his and my stomach was doing backflips and my heart was beating way faster than it should and-

     He pulled away. My lips felt cold without his. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know you hate me." Desperate to stop him from making fun of me, I kissed him again on his stupid smile. I lifted my hands to his face to pull him closer, and his hands found my waist to do the same.

     His tongue begged for entry at my lips, which I didn't give up right away. I was too busy processing what the fuck I was doing. Kissing Tyler. In a hotel bed. Alone. And then I opened my mouth more and I was suddenly making out with Tyler. In a hotel bed. Alone.

      His tongue drew tentative yet sloppy pictures in my mouth, undoubtedly getting spit everywhere, but it was really hard to care when all I was even aware of was him and his mouth and the blood rushing to my pussy.

     "Fuck," he whispered, barely audible against my lips. It sounded pained, choking it out. I had an irresistible urge to feel more. Pushing him on his back with one hand on his shoulder, I swung a leg over his waist without breaking the kiss.

     He let out a quiet groan as I rested my weight on him, and I felt him pressing up against me. A soft moan left my lips as his bulge nudged my clit. He took notice, gently moving his hips into me, almost desperately.

     "Make that noise again, sweetheart," he whispered as he grabbed ahold of my hips and moved me against his clothed cock. I barely had a choice, as he was brushing my clit with every movement. I strained out another soft moan and felt him get harder against my core. Fuck, I needed more.

     "Don't- god... don't tell me what to do." It was really hard to speak.

     "Whatever you need, love."

     In response, I played with the hem of his shirt. He got the hint and pulled it up and off of him so I could look at his chest. He did the same to mine, pulling off my top and throwing it onto the floor. Of course, I immediately got self conscious with my tits out in front of him, but he instantly grabbed me by the jaw and pulled me down to shove his tongue down my throat again, only this time his other hand inched its way closer to my breasts.

     I got impatient and grabbed his hand to place it firmly on my tit, to which he moaned into my mouth. His hand kneaded it gently, thumb and forefinger pinching at my bud. "Christ..." I whispered against his lips. "More, Tyler-"

     Without speaking, his other hand reached around to grope my ass, before grabbing onto my underwear and pulling me closer like a leash. My hands wandered to his waistband and asked for permission to pull it down. He lifted me up so I could, freeing his cock.

Holy shit.

     He was...

     Was I actually about to fuck Tyler?

     My thoughts are interrupted by another whisper. "Please, TJ, I need you." Somehow, he knew exactly how to make me want him even more. I cautiously wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, stroking him softly. More soft grunts poured from his mouth, and he laid his lead back against the bed with his face contorted in pleasure.

     I moved my hand faster, letting my thumb rub across his slit. I leaned over the head of his cock and let my spit fall on it. This let me stroke him quicker, earning more audible moaning. I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. Like, a lot.

     After a minute or so, when he started to get louder, he lifted a hand over mine and stopped me. "What's wrong?" I whispered, confused.

     "I don't want to... finish... first."

     "Why not?"

     "TJ, I need this to last. When you wake up in the morning and regret everything and tell me to never talk to you again-" He took a breath. "I need something to hold onto."

     "Tyler, I- I don't know what to say."

     "Don't say anything. Just, let me..." His voice tapered off into the darkness as his hands wandered to my hips, then fell down to my thighs, then began rubbing and gripping them. He grasped them and pulled them apart, slowly but firmly, and I spread them for him.

     A hand found it's way to the seam of my shorts. His thumb drew gentle circles on the outside of my clothed cunt and I could barely hold still. Almost as quickly as he started, he took his hand away, and my skin lamented the loss of his touch before he played with my waistband. I got the hint and instantly sat up to take my bottoms off.

     He planted his hand back against my pussy and I immediately realized I hadn't shaved. I looked down, then to his face, then opened my mouth to apologize, but-

     "Don't."

     "Don't what?"

     "I know you were going to apologize or something. Don't."

     I nodded, knowing I couldn't have spoken while his thumb was working wonders on my sensitive clit. I found myself bucking my hips while still straddling his legs. It took so much restraint to stay quiet, my body screaming for more.

     To satiate it, I grasped his free hand and took it up to my breasts and silently begged him to touch me. He gladly took on the request.

     "Fuck- oh my god," I whispered incoherently.

     "Am I..." he hesitated.

     "Say it." He was easy to be dominant to.

     He struggled to finish the sentence. "Am I a g-good..."

     "You're a -hah- very good boy, Tyler," I moaned.

     "Shit, I-" Sharp inhale. "God, it aches..."

     I smiled to myself, knowing it was because of me he was feeling this way. He was so hard it hurt because of me.

     I was so close to falling over the edge. His hands knew my body better than me, and I couldn't help but wonder whether his cock did too.

     He seemed to have read my mind. "TJ?"

     "Y-yes, baby?"

     "Fuck. Say that again."

     "What- oh my god- What do you need, baby?"

     "Can I please fuck you?" he almost begged, his finger moving faster. "I need to feel you cum on my cock."

     I barely was able to register what he said before I came, an intense orgasm that lasted a full 30 seconds. I only realized how loud I was being by the time my vision went back to normal, and by then I was in too much bliss to care.

     "Was that okay?" he asked softly, gently helping my ride out my high.

     "M-more than." I tried to steady my breathing before answering his previous question. "Yes, yes you can fuck me. Please."

     His brow furrowed. "You already..."

     "And i'm sure you can make me do it again," I replied, a little overconfident, but I didn't care. I wanted to feel him, and the way he was looking at me got me ready for another climax really quick.

     I rocked against his dick for a moment just to hear his whines. "D-don't I need... are you on birth control?"

     "Yes. Please, shut up and fuck me."

     Another sharp inhale before he grabbed my hips and held me over his cock. He glanced up at me, silently asking permission, and when I nodded he helped me down onto it.

     We both quietly gasped as he slowly slid it into my dripping cunt. His hand found my neck and pulled me down to him for another sloppy, hot kiss as I got used to his length. When my breathing evened out, he flipped us over and wrapped my legs behind his back before placing his hands either side of my head. His hips pushed further into mine, earning him another moan.

     He slowly pulled out and forced himself back in again. Fuck. This is not the position I ever thought I would find myself in, but it felt right. It felt amazing. He began to thrust harder, fucking me into the mattress, making me whimper. Making me beg him for more, to fuck me harder, deeper.

     Before long, his thrusts got less rhythmic. He knew he was a lot closer than I was and placed his hand back against my clit. His thumb drew the familiar circles and got me right up to the edge again, but I needed one more push.

     He leaned down and kissed my neck, biting and sucking and licking, then down to my chest, then my breasts. He bit and sucked on my erect buds while undoubtedly holding himself back from orgasm.

     "Fuck, Tyler," I whimpered. "Tyler, please..."

     "Please what, TJ?"

     "Please- cum inside me."

     He groaned and bit down on my nipple again as his legs shook. "Oh god, fuck- I'm gonna cum-"

     "Me too," I managed to choke out before exploding, my slick completely coating his cock as he followed seconds after, filling me up.

     "You're so pretty when you cum, baby, fucking beautiful..." he rambled as his dick pulsed inside of me.

     It took a while for both of us to come back to reality. When he did, he collapsed next to me while my vagina lamented the loss of his cock. Both of our chests were heaving, but he started laughing to himself.

     "What?" I kind of giggled in response.

     "I just had sex with you."

     "Yeah, I guess you did," I teased, wondering what he was getting at.

     "And it was amazing."

     "Incredible." It really was.

     He leaned over and pulled me on top of him to kiss me. "So. You gonna go back to hating me now?"

     "I think that would be pretty tricky." I leaned down into his ear. "Your cum is still dripping out of me. I can't imagine hating you right now."

     "Do you want to get cleaned up?"

     "Not really."

     He smiled a little and held me close against his chest. I listened to his heartbeat as my eyes fluttered shut. I felt safe and warm and loved. I felt like I was exactly where I should be.

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