(PLAY: DRIVERS LICENSE- you won't regret it)
She felt her lungs collapse against her, memories began flooding through her. They were sharp, achingly so, and she couldn't seem to get away from this nightmare -
She watches herself; mike and el before. Before they were tainted, before his touches turned dirty and left her raw and breathless. Everything became slow, as if time was nonexistent and she couldn't break away from it.
A swell of noise met her ears, she felt cold. Alarmingly so, but she couldn't grasp that this was a dream. Everything felt so real, every touch, every laugh made her jolt in what seemed like revolt but she couldn't tell anymore.
She was numb everywhere.
El's eyes were heavy and quivered in her sleep. She wanted to desperately wake up, to wake up in her bed where she felt safe. Away from all these memories, but it was if her heart wouldn't allow it. It pierced her and consumed her entirely that she couldn't let go from this madness. She couldn't escape this endless dream of her and Mike-
Of what was once the only thing that kept her head above the water everyday. The one thing that kept her going, frantically, every single god damn day.
El continued to watch, she felt as if she didn't belong in these memories. As if they never really happened.
El's vision landed back onto him. Only this time, he was staring intently at her, no - at the old El. The heat in her stomach began to burn, it twisted and turned as she felt herself tremble at the sight of her old Mike. She watched as he kissed old El, both of them shivering at each other's touch. She watched as their bodies slid against each other's, her oldself pushing her chest so close to Mike's that they both let out a deep groan.
She couldn't take her eyes off of them, not for one goddamn second. He tugged at her hair, kissing her bare throat with so much urgency that El couldn't contain the cries. They clung to each other desperately, their skin never leaving one another's and she didn't want this picture to end just yet.
Mike pulled away from her, only for a split second. He tore her at her shirt, with so much urgency she shuddered at the thought of how much he had wanted her in this moment. His eyes closed on her thighs, he looked hungry. His eyes never left her core, he dipped his fingers inside her underwear. Feeling her heat all around him, he stifled back a groan as his hands coated her wetness. It was all for him, always.
He continued with his pace, his fingers making little circles around her clit and El's hands clenched his sheets. Her thighs cramping against his hands, shielding him from her. But no, he wouldn't let her. He pried himself further between her legs and sighed at the mere sight of her.
He stared at her intently, his fingers slowed and pinched against her. He wanted her to beg, to ache for his touch. El's eyes rolled back against her head, she threw her head back and let out a heavy groan. "Come on baby, is that all you got?" He teased.
El felt like she was intruding, as if she didn't belong here. This was too intimate. It almost felt personal, too raw for her to watch. But her mind refused to let her escape this, at least not yet.
A flush broke against El's skin and a growl left Mike's lips so suddenly that a gasp escaped her mouth. His fingers quickened all together, he came to his knees and watched El whither around his sheets. She was squirming beneath him and he fucking loved it, he wanted more of her. He wanted to fuck her like this, every morning, before breakfast, he wanted to this goddamn sight every single day.
El knew this, he knew exactly what he was thinking. All because of that one look he was piercing through her right now. He tipped his chin to meet her cunt, it was the prettiest sight he ever saw. He was in awe of her, of every little part of her and old El looked desperate for him. Her eyelids were hot and heavy as she watched him desperately, aching for him to put his mouth on her.
No, no- El had enough now. She had seen enough, she knew what was to come next. She knew the sweet nothings he would whisper in her ear that would make her melt entirely against his raw touch. She couldn't witness this again, she knew all too well what Mike's touch could do to her.
He sucked on her then, old El let out a shuddering gasp. He kept his eyes on her, never breaking hers. She arched forward, her hands locking tightly against his messy hair.
El had to shut her eyes as her insides burned with uncertainty, she wasn't sure if she should be watching this distant memory anymore.
Old El pushed herself against his mouth greedily, it was hot and heavy and left her panting against his touch. He groaned against her pussy, at the taste of his El, at the sight of her pushing herself against his and hungry mouth. He lapped at her, at her taste as he buries his bead deep in her clamped thighs. He never stopped, his voice was rough and wanting, "Sweetheart, look at me." Old El gazed down at him, her whole body shaking as his mouth never let her have a moment to catch her unsteady breathes. She watched him though, watched him caresses her with his tongue and she came undone at the sight of him.
His arms clenching her thighs to keep her steady for his awaiting mouth, she saw his muscles tense against her, pining her hips down so hard that El loved the urgency of it all. She sputtered, "I love you."
He responded with one more stroke of his tongue before he lapped up evening she gave him, leaving no evidence of her wetness. No- it was all for him. Always was.
He stood from the floor, her core still bare and open for him to see and El knew, just by watching him so distantly that he wanted to do that to her over, over, and over again if she just asked once.
"What do you want El, where do you want me to touch you next." His voice was taunting her now. She watched his jaw clench, his fingers brushing slowly against her hardened nipples that were begging for his mouth. Old El's jaw dropped, she swallowed her pleas for his touch.
"You, I want you. Please." She pulled her bottom lip against her teeth, she hissed at the sensation as it grazed roughly. Her bare pussy jerked against his boxers and his eyes became dark.
"Like this sweetheart?" He pulled his erection from his boxers, his hardened length grazed her core over and over. He smiled at her as she tried grabbing him but everyone she tried he'd pull away.
"Don't tease me." Old El pouted, she didn't care how crazed she looked. She wanted him inside of her, now, and if she didn't within this second she would explode right beneath him.
El had enough, she tore her eyes away from this memory. Now, she really wanted to wake up. She started pinching herself, enough to know that this would've hurt her, but it wasn't making this all go away.
Her heart was starting to hurt all over again. Her blinking became rapid and her breaths untamed as the scenes spiraled out of control.
Mike's voice broke her out of her daze, "Don't you dare come, not until I tell you too. Okay baby, can you do that for me?" He pressed his lips together tightly, waiting for her to plea back at him. But she didn't, she nodded vigorously and watched as he opened her thighs wider this time and sighed at the sight of her again.
He was in owe.
El knew, he was thinking of how beautiful she looked wedged between him. Naked and ready, wanting him. His touch, his cock. Only him.
"I love you." He breathed out.
With a startling groan, he pushed himself deep within her, his eye's gleaming with urgency as old El wrapped her legs against his hips. Pressing him closer, tugging him on top of her entirely. His eyes rolled back, he let out a shuddering "fuck."
Real El's lips parted watching him come undone before her. She watched in agony as they began moving together, there bodies in sync and each touch grew hungrier and desperate.
"It's too much," She gasped, "I can't take it-"
"No." He growled back, his mouth latching to her throat. Her sweet spot, he knew she couldn't resist him now. His pace became slow now, and the moans never stopped coming out of his mouth now.
It burned El, the sound of him sending shivers through our her entire body. Even if this was a dream, of a once perfect memory. El knew she couldn't hold herself anymore, her legs were shaking and her skin became clammy.
She watched as Mike dragged his hand across old El's cheeks, cupping her face in his palm ever so gently.
"Now El, I want you to look at me when you come." His voice was raspy, but she didn't dare ignore. Her eye's snapped open and landed on his.
The sounds of there hips slapping against one another's echoed so loudly, it made it harder for El to watch and not cry at this moment. This memory she pegged far away in her brain. She was angry at herself for not waking up sooner, this was beyond madness now.
"Don't stop, I-" Old El gasped, white dots spiraling across her vision and her core burned as she spilled all over his cock. She was limp now, but she watched him. Mike quickened his pace, his hair clinging to his forehead. His breathing became heavier and his groans grew deeper and she fucking loved every moment watching him spiral.
"Come with me Mike, come for me baby."
And that was it. That was his undoing. His legs shaking against hers, a curse of groans came out of his lips and he collapsed entirely onto El.
His breathing was rapid and he leaned his head between her breast. He sighed in contempt and old El brushed away his dampened curls. He didn't move away from her, he took her nipple into his mouth and his hot breathe latched around it.
Old El didn't stop him, didn't dare too. She played with his hair effortlessly and watched him stop in a halt . He looked at her like she was the reason for his existence and it was enough for her to slowly wake up.
Her visions moving away foggily and she cried, she was finally freeing herself of this. Before she could fully escape, she heard mike one last time.
She closed her eye's as his voice ringed her ears;
"You will be my undoing, Hooper."
She gasped, her body convulsing from her bed. Her hands grasped her throat and she let out a pure cry of agony. Without realising, a tear made it's way down her cheek alarmingly slow.
It all felt so real.
She choked back on a sob, it was so intimate, so raw. What the hell had just happened to her?
Her eye's widened as she felt witness beneath her pajama bottoms. She pushed it aside shakily, her eyes crazed as she saw the mess she made.
She came, she goddamn came over a dream. Something had to be wrong with her, this was pathetic. There was no excuse- no excuse for El to gush all over her bed, no excuse to dream about Mike naked and fucking her.
There was no excuse, and there was no way in hell anyone would know what just happened tonight.
Not even if it consumed her entirely.
AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys, no excuse why this hadn't been updated. Trulyfully, I stopped writing, I lost motivation but now I'm back and ready to give this a go again if you guys are still happy to continue on with this story? I truly hope so?
I really want to do a Draco and Hermione Fan Fiction, would you guys be keen on that? Please let me know in the comments.
Please let me know how you all feel, again I'm so sorry but know I am backs and willing to try again! I miss writing for you all x
Happy 2021! Xx
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