AN: Loosely based off of the Ida Marie song "Oh My God"-mostly off of the vibe, the mental image it immediately conjured, and the chorus.
Oh My God
Seventeen and he's kissing your teeth and the inner lining of your mouth.
Hot—burning, his hands are hot, his mouth is hot, his leg is hot and its pressed to yours like his hands are pressed to your breasts which are nearly invisible in your heavy tee shirt.
His fingers tap out a rapid thump, thump, thump on your prickling skin or maybe it's just the banging of your gunmetal heart, the one which is going faster faster faster faster as you push into and pull against each other. You arch back and breathe hard and oh, my God his glasses are fucking freezing against your damp face.
Hell—this is hell, contorting yourself to him with your fingers slick from the sweat on his neck and his hair and your body spinning out of your control, shoving you out into the boiling froth of teenage experiences.
Oh, my God he rubs your breast and the place where your boobs meet your back and a scream is rising like bile in your throat and oh my God he has his knee between your legs which are vulnerable and should never be parted
Parted like the Red Sea was parted and
Oh my God he chafes your lip with his teeth and you can't help it and aroused and angry that people think this is recreational for teenagers like fucking tennis or something
You needneedneed and that's why he has his tongue in your mouth and his hands on your body which twists and flushes under his fingertips which are roughroughrough and
Oh my God you're going to explode and he'll have to clutch at the pieces of you with his greedy hands and
Oh my God oh my God this isn't fun, it isn't and it hurts when you don't have enough of him, hurts more than the bruises from when he shoves you too hard against the wall or the marks on your neck which is white from his mouth which is red and scorching.
Hands in his hair and on his neck, your hands, and you bite at his lips like he bites at yours and oh my God you have to breathe but you can't and you won't because then he'll stop and you'll be yourself again without the fierce pain pleasure that comes from taking him in in every way possible except that last one because he knows your mother would kill you and
Oh my God you're thinking in circles and
Oh my God you're going to explode and
Oh my God your body's spinning out of control and
Oh my God seventeen, you're seventeen and he's kissing your teeth and the inner lining of your mouth.