Candy Hearts
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Category:
Singers/Bands/Musicians › Green Day
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,516
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Green Day. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Two
Disclaimer: Same as chapter one.
A/N: Okay, so Billie writes smut and I doubt you would actually write this in a letter, but I'm the author, so fuck off. ::smiles:: Just kidding. I know you guys don't care.
Candy Hearts
Part Two
"Thank you
Thank you for the love
I want to thank you for the hearts and flowers"
***1999***
Dear Mike,
Tomorrow's Valentines' Day. I bet you knew that. I bet you know you're going to get this letter, too. And since Jenna's getting her tooth pulled tomorrow so we can't take our vacation, I'm going to write you porn.
Yeah, well, I've got a hard on for you and I'm desperate. Bite me.
Dirty thoughts. Anyway, back to the porn.
It's really weird trying to write porn. Especially starting it. Kind of like phone sex.
Okay . . .
You wake up to me sucking your cock. My fingertips are running across your thighs and I'm taking you so deep I can feel you against the back of my throat. When you realize you're not dreaming, you buck accidentally and it feels so fucking good, Mike.
You pull me up by my hair before you come and throw me onto my back, pulling my boxers off and licking a finger before you slip it inside me. I rock against you as you add two more fingers, stretching me. There's no lubricant except for my spit that's still on you from the blowjob I didn't get to finish.
You press into me and I moan as you start thrusting in and out, long and deep and hard, just the way you like it. I bring my hand to my cock, but you slap it away and wrap your hand around it, pumping me in time to your thrusts.
You're hitting that fucking spot everytime you thrust into me and I come before you. You push your hand at me and I lick every drop off as you continue to fuck me, moaning and screaming my name.
Then you throw your head back and yell as you come, filling me. You pull out and we lay there, holding each other and kissing.
Oh my God. Was that fucking terrible or what? I think I lost my erection over that. I must have. I just called it an erection instead of something incredibly profane and dirty.
Anyway.
I love you. Happy Valentines' Day.
Love,
Billie Joe
Billie Joe woke up in the morning to 17 candy hearts that all said 'I (heart) YOU' and a note that said 'It wasn't terrible. I love you. I'll be in the shower waiting.'
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Hehehe. Next chapter up shortly.
Review!
A/N: Okay, so Billie writes smut and I doubt you would actually write this in a letter, but I'm the author, so fuck off. ::smiles:: Just kidding. I know you guys don't care.
Candy Hearts
Part Two
"Thank you
Thank you for the love
I want to thank you for the hearts and flowers"
***1999***
Dear Mike,
Tomorrow's Valentines' Day. I bet you knew that. I bet you know you're going to get this letter, too. And since Jenna's getting her tooth pulled tomorrow so we can't take our vacation, I'm going to write you porn.
Yeah, well, I've got a hard on for you and I'm desperate. Bite me.
Dirty thoughts. Anyway, back to the porn.
It's really weird trying to write porn. Especially starting it. Kind of like phone sex.
Okay . . .
You wake up to me sucking your cock. My fingertips are running across your thighs and I'm taking you so deep I can feel you against the back of my throat. When you realize you're not dreaming, you buck accidentally and it feels so fucking good, Mike.
You pull me up by my hair before you come and throw me onto my back, pulling my boxers off and licking a finger before you slip it inside me. I rock against you as you add two more fingers, stretching me. There's no lubricant except for my spit that's still on you from the blowjob I didn't get to finish.
You press into me and I moan as you start thrusting in and out, long and deep and hard, just the way you like it. I bring my hand to my cock, but you slap it away and wrap your hand around it, pumping me in time to your thrusts.
You're hitting that fucking spot everytime you thrust into me and I come before you. You push your hand at me and I lick every drop off as you continue to fuck me, moaning and screaming my name.
Then you throw your head back and yell as you come, filling me. You pull out and we lay there, holding each other and kissing.
Oh my God. Was that fucking terrible or what? I think I lost my erection over that. I must have. I just called it an erection instead of something incredibly profane and dirty.
Anyway.
I love you. Happy Valentines' Day.
Love,
Billie Joe
Billie Joe woke up in the morning to 17 candy hearts that all said 'I (heart) YOU' and a note that said 'It wasn't terrible. I love you. I'll be in the shower waiting.'
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Hehehe. Next chapter up shortly.
Review!