¥ + internal come shot ( I'M SORRY IT'S THE BEST I CAN DESCRIBE IT )
jasmine is a filthy sinner. || maybe still accepting
it’s something that only happens in movies, something that happens to pretty girls with little noses and tiny skirts. nothing wonderful ever happens to women who can lift their partners with one hand, nothing wonderful ever happens to her. but, his lips mark unseen territories, he sections off pieces of her &&. calls them his. he talks in low tones, in a voice only reserved for her. a voice only reserved for whispers &&. closeted intimacy.
she doesn’t know it yet, but she’s lost. he’s so far ahead of her------she’s fighting a side that doesn’t need to TRY. a side that pours his HEART into the ginger kisses on her neck. right now, she’s waving her white flag. she’s in complete &&. utter SURRENDER.
petite fingers entangle themselves in gratuitous locks, while others have ulterior motives. they’re unhooking her undergarments, they’re stroking her thigh. she feels as if she’s never seen the world as colorful. that she’s been stuck in a black &&. white filter. he, he is her vibrancy in this loveless world. &&. she almost forgets about all of the things that bind her.
he sets her free. he is a freedom that she could never deserve. &&. even now, after their countless moments shared, it feels entirely new. he’s always showcasing his endless devotion to her; he worships her body like a temple------
&&. yet, it’s so hard to word her feelings.
how do you tell someone they’re the sky to your stars ?? how do you mention that the very thought of their absence keeps you up at night ?? how would you describe that they fill a void in your heart, that they steal away your pain &&. replace it with the deepest of joys ??
manly palms fumble with the buttoning of her pants, success following after a couple of tries. guttural sweet nothings speak against her skin, the texture of his unkempt stubble grazing her shoulder as a single gasp elicits from betwixt her lips. she’s been silent, aside from few moans &&. “ yasuos “. soon, that was about to change.
her bottoms slide down unshaved thighs, in which his hands thoroughly examine, though a certain eagerness lies underneath his actions, his words. this isn’t his target.
she’s exposed entirely to him, his clothed figure looming over her, straddling her generous hips. he almost rips off his shirt, he kicks off his jeans, his socks remain, he doesn’t seem to notice them. he seems distracted, preoccupied.
his erection, throbbing between his legs, catches her view.
“ ready ?? “ he speaks, cocking a small smile.
she nods. “ yeah. “
the man pauses, lining himself with her core. his thick fingers grip her sides, beginning with a strong motion. &&. again, she’s paralyzed. he thrusts into her, slowly inching his entire length in between her walls, flesh pulsating &&. constricting his member. he groans, she yelps, the air rich with the melody of their voices. her fingers, they collect the bedspread in her palms, as she repeats his name, as if a mantra, over, &&. over.
it follows, until her legs are weak around his waist &&. his arms feel as if they’re about to give out. slim hips buck forward, as do his follow, their rhythm dies out, his hot breaths are all she can focus on.
“ riven----- “
pleasure erupts throughout her whole being, knees trembling &&. mouth agape. he collapses atop her, his hot seed filling her womb, heightened moans pouring from her lips, those of, she feels she cannot control. he waits inside her, chest rising &&. falling, before slowly dragging his flacid cock out of her folds, followed by a repercussion of juices.
&&. she looks deep into his tired eyes, sleep waiting to consume them both-------in that moment, she knows. she knows what to say, how to tell him he means the world to her-------
& HE DISCARDS his scarf, tossing hapless material
to the side ( topless, exposed. ) Still, gaze remains
upon her; from gentle curls forming in alabaster locks to
diligent hands working over the fire.
He then swallows the lump that’s formed in his throat.
“Should calm in a couple of hours, but we should
set up camp anyway. It’ll be pretty dark.”
crimson orbs drift over his bare torso. she’s seen it
before-----it wasn’t as if it was all that well hidden, only
an asymmetrical ensemble covering it from view. still,
she couldn’t help but admire his well-toned form. a
tanned chest, impressive abs, &&. a single ‘v’, leading
down to------
nevermind.
she looks away, a free hand running through her hair.
HOW FORTUNATE. Nothing said ‘fun’ to the ronin quite like
being stuck in small enclave with the one person he used to
decidedly want to BEHEAD, and all because the rain
permitted for poor conditions to travel in.
A sigh slips from parted lips. Katana is held firm in his
grip as he fixes his hair back into a high bun. Appearance
of exposed midriff does not move beyond his notice;
whatever feelings Yasuo has, he at least could not
help hazel irises roaming ( lovely ) figure.
“Better that you do. I’m not tryin’ to freeze in this mess.”
she nods, shuffling through her bag. her matches weren’t
completely dry, but, she would make do with what she had.
debris had blown in earlier. leaves &&. stray branches. these
were collected in her ( surprisingly dainty ) hands, &&. soon,
she was kindling a flame of her own.
her hair was down, curling up in waves, glued to her skin.
( it needed to be cut again, truth be told. ) now, it was closer
to her shoulders, rather than her ear.
her sword, it isn’t close to her. she doesn’t worry about his
NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN,
I’LL CRAWL MY WAY BACK TO HER.
HAPPINESS; from head to toe, it sings in his every nerve,
body eager to be swept up by resonating melody. Today,
he stands at the altar, clad in finest robes Ionia could
offer him.
To say that he was excited - to say that he could not WAIT to
watch his soon-to-be walk down the aisle…
He’s just glad he doesn’t have to use words right now.
anxieties churn in her stomach, looking herself over in
the mirror &&. peeking out at the small audience. she
felt as if in a performance, waiting for the curtains to draw
back. freshly cut silver strands hung at her shoulders, her
bangs gathered into a single braid, tucked behind her ear,
daisies woven into her locks.
her shoulders lay bare, freckles plaguing her skin, a soft
brown, easy on the eyes. she looked expertly crafted,
naturally beautiful, as if god had been extra careful, that he
payed attention to every detail, every little feature. he’d
made her perfect.
a bell sounds. her cue.
with small steps, white fabric tickles her legs as she walks, a
large slit exposing her left thigh, rose gold embellishing her
sternum.
they’re all looking at her. oh GOD. she wants to disappear,
she wants for it to seem as if she isn’t there. she isn’t the type
of person that should occupy minds. she isn’t anything special.
someone else should be taking her place. someone more
DESERVING.
&&. she looks up. looks at his smiling face. &&. somehow, all
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