First and foremost, I'd like to say that I'm only giving you this bc you guys bullied me into it like you bullied the sonic producers to change sonic. I think that's what happened. Idk tbh. But here you sweeties go. No judging zone :(.

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Poke.

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"Brimmy, I swear to god, if its any time before 6AM, I'll-" Marcello grabs my wrist, eyes still closed.

"Its 6:02." I grin, even if he can't see me. "I'm bored."

"You could always, you know, go back to sleep." He opens his eyes, revealing a soft, sleepy smile along with it.

"Been there, didn't do that. You know the drill." I reply, rolling off of him and onto my back. His hold on my wrist remains firm.

"Come back." He tugs me to him, wrapping a hand around my waist.

"But I wanna lay down." I complain.

Once he pulls me into a straddling position on top of his torso, I find that my complaints are 103% withdrawn. My lips press together to suppress any sort of gasp that would embarass me.

"You woke me up, now you do as I say." His voice comes light and joking, but his eyes are an intense storm of emotion.

"Uh, you want me to cook you some waffles?" I ask nervously.

"You? Cook? God no." He replies quickly, this time I let an offended gasp escape my mouth.

"You did not just say that." I cross my arms over my chest. My cooking's not that bad.

He uncrosses my arms and pulls me down, less than an inch from his face.

"But I did just say that." A playful finger grazes my bottom lip, initiating an equally playful nibble on the thumb he oh-so-bravely put to my mouth.

I half expect him to jerk his finger from me, but instead, he leaves it between my teeth. My eyes search his, hoping to find the same emotion I'm feeling.

We both pause, staring. He seems to find what he's looking for as his thumb his replaced with hungry lips.

My hands press against his chest, already stripped of clothing. His habit of sleeping with no shirt on comes in clutch.

His hands move fervently from my face, trailing to my neck. A light squeeze around the delicate skin causes my heart beat to drop from my chest, in my stomach, and further down to the same area Marcello's hand is working toward.

I grab his hand to bring it to the hem of my shirt.

He pulls away from the kiss, meeting my eyes once again.

"Please just don't rip it off like the mafia dudes in the movies." I beg.

"Don't worry, my love, I don't stand a chance against these t-shirts of yours." His smile is teasing as he slowly lifts my shirt above my head.

Despite my breasts being revealed, his eyes stay glued to my own.

Faster than I can calculate, his hand grabs my throat once more and pulls me into another kiss.

The pulse becomes almost unbearable as I grind my hips onto his body. With the movement, Marcello moans into my mouth and, without breaking the kiss, rolls over to reverse our roles.

With his new position on top, he pulls away, kissing down my neck, to my breasts.

His hooded eyes watch me as his mouth reaches my nipples, which have hardened and are now sensitive to the touch.

I gasp, throwing my head back and trying to get my hips under control as they lift, needing more than anything to be held down and relieved of the growing pressure pulsing harder with every second.

"Marcello." My voice comes out in a whisper, fearful that any other range would be a shout.

His teeth catch my nipple before he pulls away, "Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you."

He gives me a devilish smile before ducking his head to give my breast one more kiss before trailing down the middle of my stomach, to my pant lining.

His fingers trail over the fabric of my thin shorts, pressing against my most sensitive area.

I let out a small moan, throwing my head back into the pillow once again.

"Louder." Marcello growls lowly.

"What?" I ask dumbly, still in a haze.

"I want to hear you moan." His fingers slowly moce back to the top of my pant lining, jerking it down past my hips.

I give no reply, only a questioning look.

"I said," he continues, pulling my pants down past my knees, "I want," past my ankles and onto the ground. "to hear," a soft trail of kisses up my right leg, getting dangerously close to where I'm aching for him to reach, "you moan."

With his last two words, my fingers dig into the bed and my body jerks the moment his mouth reaches my clit. A loud moan escapes my mouth.

I feel a smirk on his lips, but can't find it in me to care as my fingers find his head and my hips rise to press harder against his mouth.

He gives a gentle suck on my clit, immediately causing me to melt.

"Oh my god." I moan even louder, "Marcello."

With my growing volume, Marcello pulls away, giving me a second to lift my head and blink myself back into reality.

Before reality can be reached, he pins my hands above my head and kisses me aggressively. With the taste of me on his lips, I melt once again.

At some point, I realize he's managed to get his sweats and boxers off. I wrap my legs around him, squeezing him hard enough to feel the warmth of his cock press against my desperate body.

"Shit, there's no condoms, Brim." He pulls away from me.

"I don't care. There's always the plan B pill." I say, grabbing the back of his neck and taking control.

"Brimmy. Are you sure?" He grabs my shoulders and looks me firmly in the eye.

"Yes, I'm positive." I say, my breath heavy.

He moves one hand away from my imprisoned wrists, leaving one to restrain both by itself. The other, how ever, trains down, lifting his shaft to meet my slick entrance.

My mind goes blank and I almost see god himself when Marcello thrusts himself deep into me.

My thighs quiver as I take his full length. His rhythm takes a steady pace, and our breathing deepens.

My hand frees itself from his grasp, allowing my fingers to dig into his sweat covered back. Every thrust pounds harder than before, lifting me higher.

His free hand explores, down my thigh, giving it a tight squeeze. Every touch sends a shockwave through my body.

I clench my eyes shut, stars and colors exploding behind eyelids as Marcello deepens his strokes.

"Faster." I moan loudly as his hand finds its way to my throat. His grip is rough, but not so rough as to cut off any oxygen. His other hand tightens around the wrist I didn't manage to free.

"Say my name." He says, voice raspy.

"Marcello." I buck my hips to meet his own, desperate to find the ecstasy I'm so close to.

"Faster, Marcello." I say again, clawing harder at his back as he pounds into my quivering frame with a quicker speed.

I all but scream as I climb higher and higher, reaching the stars.

His thrusts become erratic, but his body tenses and his cock throbs inside me.

"Oh my god, Brimmy." His own moan fills the room, as he collapses on my limp body. Both of us breathe heavily, taking a second to recover. He pulls out of me, leaving a pool of his cum behind.

"Are you okay?" His concerned gaze sends a herd of butterflies to my stomach.

I give him a happy grin, "Marcello Pietro, I'm more than okay."

THE END.