Have you heard of the 'Morning after'? Well I was thinking about the Day after.
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Like yeah you got the cuteness and sweetness you deserve the morning after with them, but the remains of what they did to you last night were still fresh in your memory and body.
The muscles in your thighs are sore, and there's still a throb in the place where your bodies jointed last night. The hickeys went from a bright red to a red with more purple in it, and you are pretty sure that sitting elsewhere without a cushion is gonna be both uncomfortable and a little bit painful.
And yet you want more, it was like that feeling only made you crave their touch even more, like instead of satisfying your hunger only made it worse, wanting to feel that hazy and sex drunk once again, wanting to stay in that little death where your mind and body seemed to float and there was only bliss filling your entire self.
It's hard to replay the scenes of last night's actions without being able to do anything about it.
You remembered the way you kiss them when having a lollipop, the way your hips moved every time you bend a little too much, the way they owned you every time your hands came up to massage the muscles of your neck and they grazed your throat, the way they told you to breath for them by the time you were already twitching in their arms every time you sigh...
And just like that you get turned on once again. It was gonna be a long day waiting to get home to them.
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wrote this without a specific character in mind soooo feel free to imagine ig <3
