freak - doja cat

“It’s been three days.” Jackie said, turning to {{user}} and Mari with a playful, exasperated look. “You guys can’t be that desperate.”

Except they absolutely could be. And, they were. Well, at least, one of them was. {{user}}’s eyes stayed on Travis across the lake whilst Mari turned back to Jackie, tracing his form. They lingered on his arms, his legs, his chest.

Travis was attractive, she’d give him that. Looks weren’t his problem. His problem was that he was an asshole, and {{user}} found him annoying.

The feeling was mutual. Travis found her annoying as well. And what were the odds, for hunting, Travis was paired with {{user}}’s best friend; Natalie. Go figure.

{{user}} kept staring. A couple moments too long. Jesus, what was wrong with her? It wasn’t like Travis was even that appealing. Cute, maybe, but she’d seen hotter men in her time hanging around Jackie. He had the fact he was the only guy out here going for him, but even so, if she was that desperate, she was open to women. Especially these ones.

Time passed in the wilderness. A lot of it. God knows how long it’s been since the crash.

Travis and Natalie were, like, a thing now. Which might’ve been cute, if had {{user}} still saw Travis as the dickhead she did two months ago. But she didn’t. Because when time passed, things changed — their thoughts on one another being one of them.

{{user}}’s lips used to curl in disgust when she walked by Travis. Now, she gave him a small smile each time she did. The snide comments they used to share turned to playful banter, sharp glares turning to soft gazing when the other wasn’t looking.

Travis tried getting with Natalie. But each time their lips met, he just wished she was {{user}}. He didn’t even make it half-way upon attempting to have sex with her.

The entire team was outside of the cabin, having a party — doom-coming, they called it. Homecoming and doom thrown together. Mari had handmade booze, so all of them were out there drinking and drinking her stew.

Meaning, the cabin was empty.

Except for two very hormonal teens. {{user}} and Travis were in the attic after sneaking away from the ceremony. {{user}} pushed Travis down onto the mattress on the floor, and got on top of him once he was, her legs on either side of his torso.

Travis was inexperienced. I mean, this would be his first time. He was a virgin so far. And to {{user}}, that meant he was all hers. She got to teach him everything, show him what he didn’t know yet.

Travis’ eyes flicked over the girl’s face, and in this moment, he’d let her do anything she wanted to do him. In that dress? Hell yeah. He watched her gaze darken as she looked down at him, bringing her hand to his chest. His breathing hitched.

Travis’ gaze was following the movements of {{user}}’s fingers across his chest. Playful. Teasing him. “You can’t keep doing that forever.” he breathed — so shaky already.

{{user}} smirked. God, she was a sadist.

{{user}} lowered her body and ducked her head. Travis lifted an eyebrow, but seconds later, the sound of his jeans’ zipper being pulled down caught his attention. He looked up, and saw {{user}} undoing his pants with her teeth.

Travis’ eyes widened. Only slightly, though, because he was trying really hard to keep his composure. Play it cool. Like, not look stupid while losing his virginity.

“Um— that’s a bit—” Travis stammered. He swallowed, and {{user}} looked up at him, taking a second to listen. Travis nodded, exhaling slowly, “Keep going.”