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Sam/Dean - I Get Dirty Thoughts About You (WINCEST FILTH)
Warning: Wear Headphones if you don't want people hearing some gay smut. Just FYI.
The gif at the end I couldn't find who to credit. Whoever it was Thank you!! If you want me to remove, happy to. Credit to the original gif creator for that little Gem.
Song: Chloe Adams - Dirty Thoughts
PLEAS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME JINYOUNG SPANKING IDC THE PAIRING HIS PEACH IS TOO PERF
warnings: smut, using the word ‘oppa’ too much, camboys
author: jessica
word count: 2157
a/n: finally posting again! I hope you enjoy this anon.
Youngjae peaks over at his closed door, checking for theumpteenth time that it is indeed locked and not something he only imagineddoing (which has happened to him before and resulted in one of his roommates,Bambam, walking in on him with his cock out and cum splattered on his nakedchest. The kid still teases him about it to this day).
After confirming that it’s still locked, he turns hisattention back to his laptop, earbuds carefully nestled in his ears. The volumehas been carefully adjusted, laptop perfectly balanced on his deskpillow, and the button in his boxers has already been popped open, ready forhis hand to slip inside.
It was during his freshmen year, on a particularly rainyafternoon, that he’d discovered camboys online, having grown tired of the pornhe had been previously watching. He was sick of weird plot lines andridiculously loud, fake moans. He wanted something real, to watch a beautifulindividual truly lose themselves in the throes of passion.
He had been watching some skinny blond ride a muscular blond’sokay-ish size cock when the advertisement on the side of the screen caught hiseye; or, rather, the beautiful man with the devilish smirk and messy burgundyhair. He clicked on the link, which led him to a website with a variety ofcamboys ready to get nasty for his pleasure, which led him further down therabbit hole until he found the boy who had caught his eye, JB.
For weeks, he watched JB’s videos, turned on in a way hehadn’t been in a long time. There was nothing fake about the way JB moaned ashe jerked himself off, and there was no ridiculous dialogue when he got down onhis hands and knees, his hole stretched gorgeously around whatever toy hedecided to play with that day.
It was everything Youngjae had been needing, withoutactually having to go out into the world to satisfy his sexual urges (which hecould have, of course, but the whole process of dressing up, flirting, left himmore exhausted than the sex itself, and with a full course load at school, plushis job on the weekends, he just didn’t have the energy. His other roommate,Yugyeom, just tells him he’s pathetic).
He watched a few other camboys while his obsession with JBgrew, but none of them got his blood boiling the way JB did; until Peach, that is.
He actually learned about Peach through JB during one of hisvideos. He had been teasing his rim with sticky fingers when he suddenly begantalking about the new boy who had recently joined their ranks, who had the mostbeautiful, pillowly lips he had ever seen and the most deliciously plumpbehind. He made his viewers promise to watch Peach’s first video later thatevening, before finally plunging his fingers into his hole, a stuttered moanfalling from his lips.
A few hours later, he logged back into his account andwaited for Peach’s video to start. It seemed like the other viewers wereexcited, based mostly on the way JB had hyped the boy up earlier. Youngjaereally didn’t care either way, but he figured if the boy didn’t catch hisattention, he could always get a head start on his paper for his childpsychology class.
When the video started though, he knew immediately he wasfucked.
Months later and Youngjae is still just as addicted toPeach, spending far too much time – and money – on the beautiful boy. There’sjust something about him though, something that even JB didn’t have, thatpulled Youngjae in and refused to let go. Maybe it was the sweet, dulcet toneof his voice, or the way his eyes scrunched up when he orgasms, somehow lookingboth adorable and hot as fuck? Whatever it is, Youngjae never misses a show.
So, when his watch beeps at him that it’s now ten o’clock,Youngjae gives his door one last check before logging in. Immediately, he seesPeach’s sweet face, his hair styled back messily with a few pieces framing hisforehead. “Good evening everyone,” hesays with a smile, leaning casually on what Youngjae assumes is a desk, hischin resting in his hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been on in awhile, I’ve justbeen so busy,” he sighs, casting his eyes downward as he begins to pout.
The chatroom is immediately flooded with messages ofreassurance, such as, “We could never be mad at our beautiful boy!” or “Makesure you’re taking care of your health!”
Youngjae, however, sends a different message. It’s not thekind of thing he normally says (and if he did, he’s pretty sure his previouspartners would have laughed at him), but under the guise of anonymity, it’seasy to let go of his insecurities and to express his desires freely.
“Oppa is verydisappointed in you.”
He watches as Peach’s eyes scan through the comments, hishead tilted slightly to the right and exposing his pale neck. It’s a bit nervewracking, to wait and see if Peach will notice what he wrote. A part of himkind of hopes he won’t, because while Youngjae’s been dreaming of the day hecan finally express his kinkier side,it’s still very new to him and he’s not entirely sure how to go about this.
“Oh, what’s this?” Peach pauses, a flicker of amusementshowing in his gaze. He quickly schools his expression though and pulls hisbrows together, deepening his pout. “My oppa Ars is disappointed in me…” helooks up and into the camera, making it feel like he’s looking atYoungjae directly, who can’t believe this is actually happening. “I’m sorryoppa…is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”
Youngjae can already feel his cock hardening as his mindreplays the word oppa over and overagain in his head. He slips a hand underneath the waistband and squeezes aroundhis length, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He can already feel beadsof pre-cum dripping down his cock and lets out a small whimper, shuddering.
“Take off your clothes.”
Peach quickly stands up, causing his chair to slidebackwards, and begins to pull his shirt over his head. Once it’s off and on thefloor, his jeans soon follow, until every inch of smooth, sinuous muscle isrevealed. “This too, oppa?” he asks, hooking his thumbs into the edge of hisbriefs and lightly tugging on them, exposing the short, curly hairs beneath.
“Yes,” Youngjaebreathes out, heart hammering in his chest. “Bea good boy for oppa.”
Peach responds with a teasing grin and slowly lowers hisbriefs, sliding them down his long legs. Once they’re off he straightens backup, his cock jutting out from between his thighs, the head pink and shiny with pre-cum.It’s such an inviting sight that Youngjae can’t help but lick his lips,wondering what it’d be like to get down on his knees for Peach and take hisbeautiful cock into his mouth.
“What next, oppa?” Peach interrupts Youngjae’s thoughts ashe sits back down and begins to lazily play with himself, using one hand tostroke along the length of his cock while the other rubs at the head, smearingthe pre-cum and letting it drip down the sides. “Do you wannawatch me play with myself?” he asks, sliding one of his hands down towards hisballs and giving them a squeeze, letting out a breathless moan in response.
“Stop,” he types and Peach immediately lets go, his cheeks flushingas he pouts. “Don’t whine. You want to bea good boy for me, right?”
“I…” Peach falters, his hands clenched tightly in his lap ashe glances away, looking both aroused and embarrassed by Youngjae’s words. “Ofcourse,” he replies, but there’s something different about his tone, lessteasing and more real, like this is the person Peach really is, not the personahe’s created online.
“Kneel on your chair,facing away from me.”
Peach gets up and assumes the requested position, showingoff his broad shoulders and plump backside. He’s smirking, falling back intohis usual role, as he grabs one of his pale cheeks and pulls it aside, exposinghis pretty hole and the pink plug he always wears during his videos. “Does oppawanna see me play with myself?”
“Spank yourself.”
The smirk drops and Peach’s mouth falls open, his eyeswidening. “Well…if that’s what my oppa wants,” he chuckles, almost nervously,before pulling his hand back and giving his ass a light smack.
“Harder.”
The comments begin pouring in like crazy (crazier thanusual, that is), with some of the people telling Peach to be careful, while theothers are already offering to pay exuberant amounts of money to see him hurthimself. Peach doesn’t respond to them though, or even thank them for theircontributions. He just takes a deep breath and raises his hand in the air,before delivering a harsh smack to his behind. He hisses, but Youngjae doesn’tmiss the pleasured expression on his face as he pulls his hand away, revealinga large, red mark on his pale skin. “How many, oppa?” Peach asks, his voicestrained as he struggles to catch his breath.
“Ten.”
Peach nods and spanks himself again, this time on the othercheek, leaving a similar mark. Youngjae moans as he admires the way Peach’s assjiggles with each slap and quickly lifts his hips, shoving at his boxers untilthey’re halfway down his thighs. He takes his cock into his hand and squeezesaround the heated, slick flesh, cursing under his breath as he resists the urgeto fuck up into his hand. He doesn’t want to get off before Peach, who lookslike a vision of ecstasy with tears gathering in the corners of his eyes,threatening to spill over as he delivers one last smack to his reddened cheeks.
“Oh god,” Peach gaspsas he collapses onto his chair, his bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead andhis cheeks stained with the tears he wasn’t able to repress. “Oppa,” he whinespitifully, looking over his shoulder and back into the camera, his gaze heavywith arousal. “Can I touch myself now, please? I’ve been good, right?” hepouts, turning back around in his chair and gingerly sitting down, unable tohold back a slight wince. His cock stands firmly between his thighs, lookingpainfully hard and begging to be touched.
“Go ahead baby.”
Peach immediately grabs his cock and begins to jerk himselfoff, letting out a relieved sigh as he groans in pleasure. Youngjae mirrors hismovements, matching the quick pace of Peach’s hand. He lets his eyes slip closeand just listens to the sound of Peach’s hand sliding up and down on his wetcock, the earbuds amplifying the sound. He feels his own hand moving faster asPeach’s breathy moans increase in frequency, echoing around in his skull anddriving him closer and closer to the edge.
He hears a stuttered cry and quickly opens his eyes, just intime to see Peach reaching his orgasm, his cum hitting his chest as he throwshis head back, moaning unabashedly. Youngjae follows suit a moment later,stifling his moans by clamping a hand over his mouth. Once he’s finished andcleaned up, he slumps tiredly against the wall, watching Peach as hebegins to clean himself up as well, a slight blush on his cheeks. He then apologizes for nottaking requests as normal and promises he’ll be more attentive next time beforesigning off, his smiling face the last thing Youngjae sees before the screengoes black.
His browser redirects back to his profile and Youngjaeyawns, looking down at the clock and seeing that it’s nearing eleven. Just ashe’s about to close his laptop and get ready for bed (he definitely needs ashower), a chat request pops up on his screen. Curious, Youngjae accepts therequest and waits for the messenger to load, wondering who’s it going to be onthe other end.
“Holy shit.”
No way.
No fucking way.
“That was a lot of fun, oppa ;),” the message reads andYoungjae flushes in response, now feeling embarrassed by the term as hesubconsciously covers his flaccid cock. “Come play with me again sometime.Goodnight~!”
Youngjae closes his laptop as Peach signs out and removeshis earbuds, exhaling slowly.
Be Here With You
“Fuck!” The hoarse voice slipped from his lips as a salty tear slipped through the slit between his lips. Too much heat was surrounding him, it was overpowering all of his sense as he tried desperately to ground himself to reality. Even as is knuckles bled into white, and even as his breathing was stinging the walls of his lungs, he felt himself slipping away.
“You like that, baby?” A deep rumbling growl came from above him. “You like my cock deep inside of you?”
“Yes!” Dean couldn’t believe he could still articulate words with Cas’ cock pounding so deep inside of him that his insides felt like they were setting fire to the bed underneath of him. “Harder!”
“Shit.” Castiel barred his teeth as he strained his back muscles to push his thrusts until it was one fluid movement that seemed to be running on autopilot. “So fucking tight.”
Not being able to hold on, Dean reached down to grasp his own leaking cock. He tugged it hard enough that he was almost afraid he’d rip it off but the pleasure shooting up his abdomen was too powerful. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Cas’ thrusts jarred his body up into his closed fists.
“Cum for me, Dean. Cum on my big-“ thrust, “-fat-“ thrust, “cock!”
It was static noise after that. It reminded Dean of the time he had almost walked with Tessa into the afterlife. Everything in the world was diminished until all he could feel was the euphoria of cumming. Warmth seeped across his chest as he tried to remember to breath through it.
Castiel didn’t last much longer. Grunts filling the air as he leaned down and attached his lips to the other man’s neck. With a final groan the fallen angel came into Dean, leaving his heaving body to shake as he rode out the waves of pleasure beating against his mind.
Only when they both caught their breath did Castiel lazily roll himself off of Dean and onto his back. The two of them couldn’t hide their satisfied smiles as they stared up at the ceiling. Slowly, the rest of the world seemed to seep back into their minds.
Dean twisted his body until he was curled up against Cas’ side. He slung an arm over Cas’ chest and a leg over his hips, careful not to bump his still sensation cock. “You keep fucking me like that, angel, and you’re never gonna get rid of me.”
The fallen angel couldn’t help but let out a tired chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s body to cradle him softly in the afterglow. “I have heard the term ‘cockslut’ before but I don’t think I ever knew what it meant until I had you in the bedroom.”
Dean playfully swatted at his chest with a grin. “Shut up. You like my dick just as much.”
“Mmmm.” Castiel closed his eyes so that he could settle into this moment and not let anything mar it. “That is true.”
After a couple more labored breaths, Dean tilted his head to gaze up at the other man. The light from his room’s overheard was illuminating all of the shadows that defined the features of Cas’ face. Every little imperfection was perfect in this light. It was like Dean was finally able to put an image to the world ‘heaven’. No pearly white gates, no clouds, no halos… just Castiel.
“We should shower.” Cas spoke softly, his breathing already becoming heavy with sleep.
“Later, sweetheart. Right now I just want to be here with you.”
Castiel raised an eyebrow without opening his eyes. “That sounds very ‘chick-flick’ of you, Dean Winchester.”
Dean swallowed his insecurities. He found they didn’t taste as good as Cas’ skin. “Maybe you bring that out in me.”
At this, Cas peeled open his eyes to peer down and study Dean’s. A look of pure wonder filled his blue irises. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well,” Dean cleared his throat and rested his cheek against Cas’ chest so he didn’t have to maintain eye contact, “I mean that when I’m with you I’m not trying to be a badass hunter. I can just be whoever I want to be. If I wanted to buy my boyfriend flowers, I could. If I wanted to take my boyfriend to a fancy restaurant, I could. When I’m with you I don’t care about trying to make a front. If I want to be romantic with you I can be. Simple as that. Don’t make it into a big deal or anything.”
The fallen angel felt his heart swell so large that it reminded him of the feeling of soaring through a mid-day’s air. “I’m glad that you can be yourself with me, Dean. I love who you are.”
“Really?” The hunter’s voice came in such a soft vulnerability that the room seemed to become almost too large.
“Yes. From the day I raised you I have seen who you are underneath the layers you have built. I saw the man that made up every fiber of who you are. Why do you think I started to have my doubts about humanity? It was because I looked at your soul and I couldn’t help but fall in love with the man I saw. I would do anything, have done anything, to protect that soul. And if I would’ve been told all those years ago that I’d be lying here with you like this… well, I would have done everything all over again.” Castiel pressed a kiss to the top of Dean’s matted hair. “I’d go relive all the torment to be in this moment.”
“Now who is being all chick-flick?” But Dean couldn’t hide the crack in his voice, or the way his tears pooled on Cas’ chest, or the way he gripped tighter to the other man.
Castiel smiled, a smile that even Dean hadn’t seen. It was the smile that he wore when he was looking at Dean and all his love felt as though it would rip the flesh from his bones. It was the smile that he kept to himself because he knew that if Dean saw it, Dean would be too overwhelmed to comprehend it. “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” Dean closed his eyes and allowed his mind to start to fade into sleep.
Castiel kept smiling until his own mind drifted off to sleep.
Alone Together || Jake & Bianca
Occurred: Last Thursday night
Bianca and Jake share a heated night together, both just enjoying each other and the pleasures they can give to one another.
Warning: Smut
Jake
smirked as he texted the address of Fiona's condo to Bianca and placed his phone down on one of the side tables. Fiona was out for the night so he didn't have to wonder whether or not she'd be interrupting anything. He hadn't hooked up with anyone since Jenna and that was only because things became too complicated with both Vanessa and Katie. He had missed the freedom of being single and not having to worry about getting emotionally involved with someone or being committed. He had grown fond of Bianca over the past few months and anyone with eyes new she was a babe and if she seemed to have made it clear that she was looking forward to this evening just as much as he was. Leaning back into the couch, he rested and relaxed until hearing a knock on the door. He rose from his seat and opened it carefully to see the curly haired brunette before his eyes. "Come on in," he told her as he greeted her with a smile and moved to the side so she could walk in with ease.
Bianca was conflicted on whether or not she should go see Jake, but then she received a text with an address and knew she couldn't leave him hanging. He was a nice guy, a really nice guy, and that scared her. She tended to fall for guys who came off as nice, but she was starting to learn that she needed to take all feelings out of the equation. Feelings only complicated things, this thing with Jake was a hook up and she deserved to enjoy it. Leaving the apartment, she followed the GPS on her phone to the address given and entered the building. The brunette was a bit shocked by where Jake was living, it wasn't where she really would have guessed. Making her way to the correct condo, she knocked on the door and smiled brightly as she was greeted by Jake, "Hey. Pretty nice place you're living in." She giggled, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered past him and into the condo, "I'm only slightly intimidated." She glanced back at him, admiring him for a moment before she looked around, taking in her surroundings.
Jake closed the door behind her before standing by her as she looked around the place. Giving a small chuckle at her comment, "Well, as much as I'd love to take credit for this place.. This lovely condo belongs to Fiona." Living with Fiona proved to have more benefits than he thought and he was more than grateful to her for opening up her home to him. "Do you want anything to drink? Or we've got some leftover pizza if you're hungry," he offered as he walked into the kitchen and pulled out two beers just in case. He moved over to the couch and sat down, waiting for her to join him.
Bianca turned her head to look at Jake, her eyebrows raising in surprise, "You live with Fiona? Must be a lucky guy." She teased him with a grin playing on her lips. Her eyes followed him as he kindly offered her food and drinks, making her smile appreciatively. Giving him a playful look, she glanced at the two beers, "Trying to get me drunk, Martin?" She giggled before taking one of the beers, "Lucky for you, beer is my weakness." The brunette took a seat beside him, resting back against the plush surface. Her head cocked to the side as she asked him, "So why do you live here with Fiona?" Her voice was a bit gentler, understanding what it's like to have family problems.
Jake shot her a playful glance, "Oh yeah, I'm sure you're jealous." The thing is that he was really lucky to be living there, in more ways than one. His eyes widened a bit when she asked her next question. "Well, that wasn't my intention but now that you brought up it up.." he trailed off, giving her a shrug of his shoulders followed by grin. He popped open one of the beers and took a sip as he got comfortable in his seat. He wasn't expecting her to continue on the earlier subject and was a bit surprised she'd even want to know. He scratched his head before giving her answer, deciding he'd rather not go into too much detail about his family so he kept it simple. "Unfortunately I had to share a house with a spoiled rotten brat and her mother so obviously living here with Fi is a much better option."
Bianca nodded, "Extremely jealous. Except I'm the one here now, so others should be jealous of me." She smiled. Looking at him, she narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was actually serious, "I see what your game is now, Jake Martin." One corner of her lips lifted into a smirk, not really phased by whether or not he was being serious. She opened the beer in her hands and took a swig from it, keeping her eyes on him so he knew she was listening. Bianca nodded as she understood, "Right. Clare. I'd rather be dead than ever even be near that girl." The girl said bluntly, taking a longer swig of the beer in hopes she'd just stop thinking about that girl, "I get it. Life's much better outside of the place that should be your home... If that made any sense at all." She laughed at herself, shaking her head.
Jake chuckled softly, "Game? I have no idea what you mean." He joked before giving her a cheeky smirk. "I'm actually pretty fascinated that you like beer, though," he added, raising his brows. "I haven't met a girl who does until now... What else do you like?" He questioned in a soft but inviting voice. He nodded at her reply, pleased that she agreed with him. "She really needs to be put in her place," he said, hoping that that day would come sooner rather than later. "Well, it was her house first but still... Her and her mom have my dad wrapped around their fingers and I refused to sit back and watch it any longer," he confessed, rolling his eyes.
Bianca eyed him before rolling her eyes, "Liar." She giggled. Her eyebrows rose as she heard him, giving him a shrug, "Really? It just tastes good. Don't get me wrong, hard liquor is great, but beer is easier and way better." She told him honestly, smiling, "That's a very open ended question. I like a lot of things." The brunette wasn't very good at talking about herself, she found it weird most of the time. Listening to him talk, she slouched slightly and shrugged, "The princesses will somehow always win. It's disgusting.. but not worth my time.." Looking over at him, she cocked her head, "But I didn't come over here to complain more about those things."
Jake "Beer is definitely my favorite," he replied, taking another sip. He realized that he was pretty vague but part of him intended to do that, thinking that maybe the girl would open up a little bit. Knowing that was probably a long shot, his body language remained calm and relaxed. He didn't bother to respond to her Princess comment and instead focused more attention on her last sentence. He shifted his body to face her rested one of his arms on the couch before making slight eye contact with her. "So then why did you come here?" Jake asked with a flirty grin, already knowing the answer.
Bianca side-eyed him, "I can tell, I'm not picky, but beer is definitely one of my favorite things." She was curious about Jake, but not enough to really try to get to know him. Getting close with anyone was stupid in her opinion and she had no desire to do that with anyone. She didn't need to know about him and he didn't need to know about her, at all. After taking a sip from her drink, she turned to look at him just as he started to move. Her eyes glanced at his arm before looking back at him, "I was told you were interested in making out with me." She spoke forwardly, her head cocking to the side with a smirk on her lips. Bianca never beat around the bush, nor did she try to be shy in any way. Sure, she could be shy, but she chose never to show that to anyone, "Like most guys are, but I decided I'm much more interested in you than any other guy.. at the moment." She teased him, smiling widely.
Jake glanced at her and nodded, "Glad we can agree." Something about the brunette was intriguing and if he was actually interested in something serious, he'd probably try harder to learn more about her but that wasn't what the night was about and he knew that if tried to pry, that would only complicate things. He placed the bottle down on the table as she brought up his previous comment about making out, unable to hide the obvious smirk that appeared on his face. As much as he enjoyed a little teasing now and then, he couldn't help but want to skip that part this time, or at least speed things up. He let his fingers brush her shoulder before leaning his head on his hand, "So how about you show me just how interested you are."
Bianca watched him as he placed his drink down, but she took one last swig before doing the same as he did and putting her almost finished drink beside his. She looked right at him, intrigue sparking in her eyes as she waited for his response to her. The girl couldn't stop the light pinkness that rushed her cheeks when he brushed his fingers against her shoulder. Without a response to him, she leaned in, cupping his cheeks with her hands before pressing her lips to his. As she deepened the kiss, she slid her hands down until she was gently gripping his shirt and pulling him closer to her. Bianca had kissed so many guys lately, it was as if she were some kind of zombie, doing the motions, but never feeling much. She wasn't even sure why she was here, kissing Jake, but the tingling in her veins felt good and she just wanted to keep kissing him and feeling more.
Jake was immediately turned on by how quickly Bianca made her move. He welcomed this new contact with open arms; his hands soon wrapping around her waist when she pulled him further in. He returned the kiss eagerly and overlapped their lips together as he rested his hands on her abdomen. The short burst of passion, however, ended as suddenly as it began when he pulled his lips away. His green eyes lingered on the girl's enticing lips for a moment before gazing into her brown ones. "How about we take this to my room?" He asked in a whisper before holding out his hand for her to grab.
Bianca smiled against his lips when she felt him immediately return the kiss, her arms slithering around till they were loosely wrapped around his neck. She was surprised when he pulled away from her, biting down on her bottom lip nervously, thinking making she did something wrong. When her eyes lifted, they met with his and her expression quickly turned into one of satisfaction. Her head nodded slightly as she took his hand, "I thought you'd never ask." The curly haired girl smirked, standing up with him and following him towards his room. She felt that all too familiar pang of shame as she was lead to his room, but she ignored it as she always did. Bianca walked into his room and closed the door behind her before she passed by him and towards his bed, except she hooked one of her fingers into the waist of his pants and tugged him towards her and his bed, "This definitely looks much more comfortable." She giggled, pulling him closer to her as she backed towards the bed. Her free hand lifted and her fingers playfully tangled in his short hair, biting down on her lip as she looked at him and beckoned him with her sultry eyes.
Jake smirked continuously when she agreed to move the location of their intimacy to the bedroom. Once inside, he hovered over her as she sat on the mattress, the touch of her hands giving him a rush. After giving her a lust filled stare, he placed his lips back on hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth. He made his way on top of her as her back fell against the bed and began leaving a trail of wet kisses down the soft skin of her neck. He lifted the edge of her shirt up and immediately raised it over her head. Once he discarded the blouse onto the carpet, his hands roamed over the newly exposed skin he had been waiting to touch since she first entered the condo. He slid his fingers into her bra straps, desperately wanting to unhook the undergarment. The feeling of her fingers in his hair was sensational. He easily took of her her bra and tossed it to the side as his hands quickly rubbed her breasts. It was as if a switch had been turned on Jake's body, for suddenly, it was full of bright and desirable warmth that egged him on. /I need her closer. I need more./
Bianca looked up at him and her face gently warmed at the look he was giving her. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips came rushed towards hers once more, groaning softly when she felt his tongue slip between her lips. She slowly moved herself back on the bed, laying beneath him while her hands cupped the nape of his neck before sliding down his chest and along his sides. Her eyes opened and she glanced down at his as he kissed her neck, causing her to squirm gently. It was a rarity with Bianca, but her neck was one of her few weak spots. Suddenly he was tugging her shirt up and she lifted her body to help take it off, feeling thankful that most of her bruises were pretty much faded and probably impossible to see in the current lighting. The brunette shiver as she felt his hands on her body, enjoying his touch and the way it made her feel. Her fingers were playfully teasing the buttons on his shirt, bringing one of her hands up to run through his hair. She giggled when he expertly took her bra off, "Someone's in a hurry." Bianca teased him, whimpered as his hands groped her breasts. Her fingertips began to quickly undo his shirt before she tugged at it and took it off him. Her lips found his once more and she kissed him passionately, rolling them over so she was on top and giggling against his lips as she did so.
Jake was pleased to know that the same thought seemed to be coursing through Bianca's veins as well. His lips turned into a soft but satisfying grin when he heard her moans. "Am I going to fast for you, babe?" He questioned, caressing over her nipples with a condescending smirk. He raised his eyebrows in a slight surprise when she was on top of him, which wasn't a problem since he got a better view that way. His tongue pleaded for access to hers again and she obliged readily, parting her lips. Their tongues tangled in a mesh of passion and lust, neither willing to pull away from the other. Their mouths were not the only things exploring; Jake's hands wandered to the hem of her jeans and cupped her ass briefly before moving to the front to unbutton them and carefully slip them off, adding them to the pile of clothes that was being created on the floor. He now had the tips of his fingers slipped inside her panties. He issued her a small smirk, their tongue war having ended moments ago, before he pressed his fingers over her panties onto her clit. He rotated his fingers in tiny circles, the lace of her panties creating a much different stimulation than his fingers. Once he removed her underwear and she layed above him completely naked, he pulled her back down for another deep kiss.
Bianca rolled her eyes, smirking over his words, "Not possible." She spoked seductively before her body shook from the way he touched her nipples. Her body felt as if it were on fire, needing more to satisfy the constant burning. Feeling his tongue against her lips, she opened her mouth and tangled her tongue with his, groaning into his mouth as their tongues fought passionately for dominance. She felt his hands over her ass before they were undoing her jeans, helping to pull them off her body. Her eyes fluttered open halfway as their mouths took a break from the heated kissing. The girl's eyes opened wide at the surprise of his fingers over her panties, making her moan as she squirmed above him. She bit her lip as he removed her last bit of clothing, glancing at him before the two were sharing a deep kiss. Her hands roamed his chest, her fingertips grazing over his skin before they finally landed on the button of his jeans. Bianca began tugging down on his jeans, pulling her lips away and looking at him with a playful sexiness glowing in her eyes. Pulling his jeans off, she brought her lips to his jaw and began kissing slowly along his jawline as one of her hands rubbed his erection through his boxers. When her lips reached his neck, she pushed his boxers off of him and began softly stroking his member, running her fingers along his length while her lips worked his neck.
Jake felt a shiver run through his entire body when her hands grazed his chest. Once she slid down his jeans, his now obvious erection causing something of a hindrance and he assisted her in kicking them off the bed. She didn't waste any time removing his boxers too and between the feeling of her hand fondling his shaft and her mouth doing tricks on his neck, he didn't know how much more he could take. He threw his head back in pleasure and groaned Bianca's name. He let his hands dig into her back as she continued to drive him crazy. Not wanting to wait any longer, he reached over to his side table drawer and pulled out a small, foiled package and since she already helped himself to his cock, he dangled the tiny rectangle shape in front of her, signaling for her to do the honors.
Bianca lived to hear her name moaned like that, it was like telling her she was doing good. She slowly pulled her head back and her lips away from his neck when he reached towards the side table. Her eyes followed his hand till he offered the package to her. She giggled before snatching it from his grasps and taking the protection from within the wrapper. Leaning in towards him, she kissed his lips hungrily while her hands reached down and slid the rubber on his length. Bianca positioned his tip to push in to her but stopped to tease him. Whispering against his lips, she smirked as she looked at him through her eyelashes, "Are you sure you'll be able to handle me?" Her nose scrunched up as she laughed softly, her lips giving playful kisses to his jaw and the corner of his lips.
Jake shook his head and chuckled lightly before gritting his teeth. "You sure do love to tease, eh?" He questioned as he soon became disappointed when she stopped him. "Only one way to find out," he whispered back before grabbing her ass, aligning his hips with hers before thrusting himself up until every inch of him entered her. He let out a loud moan at the instant sensation and it wasn't long until they were moving together, their hips rocking together. He fell back into the pillows and let her take over and kept his hands tightly on her curves as his eyes still filled with hunger.
Bianca nodded her head with a smirk on her lips, "Teasing is fun." Her nose scrunched up playfully, letting the tip of it brush against the tip of his nose. She let out a whimper as he grabbed on to her ass, one of her hands moving to suddenly grip the sheets beneath him as he thrust himself into her, her body gently convulsing above him. The girl caught his rhythm quickly, one of her hands cupping the nape of his neck while the other still gripped the bed as she moved her hips with his. She bit her lip as he rested back, moving both her hands now to brace against his shoulders. Sitting up, her fingers gently dug into his shoulders as she started to bounce quickly on top of him. Her mouth dropped open slightly and she let soft noises of pleasure fall from between her lips.
Jake chewed on his bottom lip as his eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head, the tension between the two of them giving him so much satisfaction. He watched her breasts bob up and down as her hips rolled onto his, giving him such an unexplained thrill of desire. There was no way to describe it, all he knew was that it felt so good and he didn't want it to stop. "Fuck," he moaned out, already teetering off the edge. He squeezed her hips and held her in place, pushing harder into her. He hit all her tender spots and once he felt her walls clenching around him, he grew closer and closer to letting go but he didn't want to finish before her. He let out more noises of pleasure, his breathing become erratic and heavy as he continued to pump in and out of her.
Bianca felt his grip on her hips before he was pushing harder into her, deeper until he was hitting just the right spot to make her moan his name out. One of her hands reached forward to grip the headboard of the bed as she tried to control her shaking above him. The noises emitting from between her lips were growing louder as she could barely control her pleasure anymore. The brunette's hand gripped the headboard tighter as her walls constricted and clenched tight. She bit her bottom lip harder before leaning down towards Jake and crashing her lips into his. She kissed him sloppily and desperately, her body moving with his. Bianca brought her fingertips to his hair, tugging and stroking through it. Biting his lip and tugging on it as she pulled back, she whimpered, her body tensing above his as she felt herself on the edge of her climax. She whispered his name out, more mumbled than anything before groaning, her groan turning into a loud moan as she twitched and convulsed above him. Her eyes closed as it hit her and she came hard, pressing her body into his as she continued to move her hips and work through her climax.
Jake sighed deeply as he sank into her. Once she grabbed onto the headboard, her breasts seemed to have been dangling above his face and he reached up with one of his hands and grabbed them, sucking on the delicate skin around the nipples before their lips met again in messy yet exhilarating way. His rhythm steadily grew as did the moans escaping both of their lips. Her hips created a rhythm of her own, opposite of Jake's. Once he heard her say his name, a devilish grin crossed his lips and his fingers slipped once again to Bianca's sensitive bud and began to rub. As soon as he felt her her shake above him, more groans escaped his mouth. When they both emerged from the idyllic climax, he picked her up gently, moving her off of him before proceeding to pull out of her and dispose of the condom. He sat up beside her with a small but meaningful grin, "That was amazing."
Bianca heard his groans and knew he was feeling the same bliss she was now. After a moment, her hips slowed before stopping. She bit her lip as she gently tried to catch her breath. The girl let him move her, smiling just barely as she moved beside him. Looking at him née he was sitting up beside her, she almost said 'thats what they all say,' but instead she simply stated, "I'm glad. And I agree." The brunette sat her body up before leaning in towards him. One of her hands cupped his cheek while she kissed the other one sweetly, a soft smile on her lips, "You're a really amazing man, Jake Martin." Her thumb brushed along his cheek before she pulled away and moved to get off the bed and grab her clothes, as she always did. She wasn't offended, nor was she hurt, she always knew to leave after sex.
hi :) can i request a Markson fic where Jackson gets pissed at Mark after a fansign and gets kinda uh... possessive...i know it's a really common request i guess, but i just watched this vid on youtube "140711 명동" (sorry i couldn't post the link)around 2:55 or smth, the way Jacks looks at Mark, idk, maybe it's me, but he seems jealous of Yugyeom. I feel like i need it. I'd love smut, but i know you guys lack persons to do it...? anything, just a possessive Jacks will do... thank you so much.♡
Warning: Smut, some dirty talk & brief swearing.
Author: Micky
Wordcount: 1.8K
For all the markgyeom lovers, don’t take it too personal. I do put it down in the fic a bit, but that doesn’t mean I don’t support it. It was just for the sake of the fic, so put those pitchforks away. Thanks.
Mark was the first one to stumble into their shared room and he immediately plopped down onto his mat. As soon as his head hit the small stack of pillows, he closed his eyes and let out a quiet exhalation of bliss. Mark was tired and it was only during moments like this, that he wished he could just stay in bed all day long. Jackson walked in a few seconds after, with his glare locked onto Mark. If looks could kill, Mark would have been dead a long time ago.
Earlier in the afternoon, the members of GOT7 were holding a fan sign event and they usually put on all kinds of antics for them. The fans had a big love for whenever they showed skin ship towards each other and it always got the most reaction during their performances and events. Earning a disapproving glare, his lover Mark and the maknae Yugyeom shared a brief slow dance moment. While he couldn’t show it in front of the fans, his jealousy was quickly ignited and a dangerous thought resonated in his head. ‘He’s mine.’
Instead of lying down on his mat next to Mark, he sat down in front of his drawers and began quietly organizing the massive collection of accessories. Unfortunately the anger he was feeling was interfering with everything. In an attempt to slip off a black stretch bracelet that was given to him by a fan, his forceful pull caused the delicate string to break. Jackson looked down at the beads as they scattered on the floor and he could feel his anger swelling in his chest. Even though it was such a trivial matter, he had already been in a bad mood since earlier. While it was not enough to set him off completely, he was definitely getting close to it.
Taking a deep breath, he reached out and started grabbing the beads that were in arm reach. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Marks small frame walking towards him. Everything in him told not to look up, but no matter how angry he was, Jackson just couldn’t resist his hyung. His eyes slowly trailed up and he soon made eye contact with the L.A native. Flashing him a soft smile, he bent down picking up the rest of the beads that were not easy for Jackson to reach. “You should be more careful, I think this was the bracelet a fan made right?” Mark said softly gathering up the beads into his hands and ushering it towards Jackson.
A few seconds of awkward silence passed between them and the air quickly became tense. Without a single word of thanks, Jackson emptied the beads from in his hand into the draw and stood up, “Just put them in there.” He muttered as he turned to walk outside. The Hong Kong boy couldn’t bear to have Mark in his sight anymore. With what had happened earlier, the image of him and Yugyeom was painted across his vision like wallpaper.
Confused by this, Mark quickly emptied the beads from his hand and grabbed Jackson before he reached the door. While Mark was not as strong as Jackson, the mere action of the older boys touch was enough to keep him still. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked tightening his grip. “Did the bracelet breaking really bother you? If you want I’ll buy you a new one.” He said sweetly, taking a step forward to close the distance between them. In an attempt to console him, he leaned forward with the intention of planting a kiss on his smooth cheek. But as Mark’s lips got closer, Jackson’s cold words stopped him in his tracks.
“You sure Yugyeom won’t mind?”
Mark couldn’t believe what he just heard and he slowly pulled his lips away to stare at him. He didn’t know what to say to that, rather he didn’t feel like he had to explain what had happened. The fans had many pairings for the GOT7 members and the act Mark and Yugyeom had put on earlier was simply to get a reaction. Jackson should have known by now, no matter how he acted with the other members, his heart and body already belonged to him.
When the older boy didn’t respond, a scoff escaped Jackson’s mouth. He expected him to disagree, to let him know that what had happened earlier was just a performance but instead Mark said nothing. Jackson turned to leave once again, but just like before, Mark’s grip kept him in his place. “You of all people should know that was fake.” Mark said in his intoxicating low voice. While these words should have been enough to extinguish the doubt that was growing in his heart, for Jackson, those simple words were just not enough.
“Why don’t you show me how fake it was…”
In a matter of seconds, Jackson had used his strength to pull Mark forward and then slam him against the door. Mark stared up in disbelief, mostly because he had never seen Jackson like this before. But also because, he couldn’t help how hard he became pushed up against the wall like that. “Jackson, wha-” Those were the only words that were allowed to escape Marks lips, before Jackson’s hands found themselves gliding along his lover’s body. With Jackson’s left hand sliding up his chest, his right hand had already made its way down to his pants. It didn’t take long for him to undue to the older boys pants and they were now hanging around his ankles. “Jackson, the other members are going to hear us.” Mark whispered as his heart began to beat loudly in his chest. When he felt his pants going down, his head automatically followed and he couldn’t help but wince when the younger boy dug his hands into his white cotton briefs.
“Shhh…just don’t be too loud.”
The younger boy instructed cupping his lover’s defined chin between his index finger and thumb, and tilting it up to face him. “I’ll try.” The older boy whispered, as he stared into his lovers eyes. Marks knees began to tremble when he could feel Jackson’s warm grip gently stroking his member. The pleasure that started at the head, was quickly spreading overpowering his ability to stand upright. “Take me to the bed.” Mark whispered unable to bear the feeling that threatened to knock him to the ground. But Jackson wasn’t going to let him off that easily. Ignoring his Taiwanese lover’s word, Jacksons hold became more forceful and rapid and he dug his lips towards the older male’s ear to nibble on his lobe.
From both the pleasure and shock, a low moan escaped Mark’s lips and his eyes widened in satisfaction. Bringing his arms up, that were flailing at his side, he wrapped it around the Hong Kong’s native strong shoulders. He could feel himself sliding against the door, any minute now his knees would give in and he would be forced down interrupting the passionate service that was being given to him.
But Jackson was having too much fun with Mark in this position and it would take more than weak knees to put a stop to it. With impressive will and strength, Jackson had tucked his free hand under Marks bare ass, pushing him up so that he was dangling with his back against the door. In order to properly keep him planted there, Jackson moved closer, pushing Mark’s shaft downwards so that he could continue the erotic and impassioned strokes that were slowly pushing him to ecstasy, “You like that? That’s all mine’s right?” said Jackson, in a low husky voice that caused Mark’s body to shiver. Unable to answer, due to the moan that was teetering on his lips, Mark simply nodded his head in agreement and tightened his hold on his strong lover’s shoulders. “Say it.” Jackson ordered slowing the strokes in order to tease him.
But no matter how much he tried, Mark couldn’t open his mouth. From both the immense bliss that was overwhelming his senses and the adrenaline, he was afraid of making a sound that would alert the rest of the members of their naughty actions. Shaking his head, he bit down on his lips in an attempt to control the moan clogged in his throat. “Say it so I know, that you belong to me.” Jackson was relentless and it was only going to get worse for Mark unless he could mutter the words that he was commanded to. Sliding his tongue down his neck, Jackson began to stroke a single spot. His spot. It was almost as if he was engraving his name on Mark’s neck. One letter at a time, he continued, while the older boy could do nothing but enjoy the newfound sensation.
It didn’t take long for Mark to realize he was slowly coming to his breaking point. His heart beat began to race and his whole body trembled from the frenzy of emotions. Knocking his head back, he closed his eyes and bit his lips in anticipation. Seeing his lover’s movements, Jackson sped up his strokes focusing on the tip, being that it was the most sensitive area especially during an orgasm. “I won’t let you finish until you tell me who you belong to.” Jackson whispered bringing his mouth directly towards his ear.
With his body immersed in pleasure and his head in the clouds, speaking was too hard of a task for him. Mark had swallowed several piercing moans and groans throughout the whole ordeal and with the finale in sight, he wasn’t going to let anything escape his lips now. But Jackson was resilient when it came to a challenge, and making his lover moan was something the national champion was particularly proud about.
“This is mine right baby?”
“You belong to me, right?”
“Scream it loud if you fucking have to.”
“Moan for me, Mark. Now.”
The older boy couldn’t think straight, with Jackson’s unremitting raspy voice filling his ears and the passionate deed happening at his lower body, it was just too much. It was taking everything in his power to keep all his moans inside. He wanted to yell out in excitement, to release the vibrations of delight that were beating at the back of his teeth. In what could be described as a momentary loss of his senses, he opened his mouth and let out an enthusiastic and booming moan. Catching his breath, a low whisper followed afterwards,
“I bel-long…to…Jackson.”
Slumping his body against the younger male, he buried his face into his neck from exhaustion. Jackson had removed his now cum covered hands from between them and held it to the side while the older boy found solace in his arms. Satisfied from his simple words, he smiled.
“Damn right you do.”
hi hi hi ~ could i request a markson story with sex on phone as a punishment for Mark kkk and a lot of dirty talk ofc *_*
Warning: Purely a pwp i think
Author: Jin
Wordcount: 1.6k
Not a lot of dirty-talk, but yeah. Mark might be a little ooc here tbh. But i kinda liked the turn out soooo o u o
Mark was counting days.
It’s been a while since he last talked to Jackson, yet he refused to let his pride go as a man. Of all things they had to argue about, Jackson brought up how Mark recently behaved around the other members; the jealous boyfriend finds his ugly, possessive side showing as he noticed the brunet being exceptionally intimate with Yugyeom and Bambam. The youngest members of the group, they needed to be pampered according to Mark’s senses, but it’s impossible to escape from Jackson’s hawk eyes- he saw hidden intentions in those two hormonal seventeen year olds.
Four days, a day before their well-deserved break starts and Jackson was still ignoring Mark whilst the older kept his eyes on Jackson’s distancing back as he passed by. That night, Mark gave in and decided he’d apologize the next day- he promised himself he would- but morning greeted him with Jackson missing from his mattress; missing from the dorm. “An early flight back to Hong Kong.” Jaebum nonchalantly answered when Mark frantically searched for the other. “Can’t believe he never told you, probably did something to piss him off.” Sitting on the sofa with a soothing cup of coffee, Jinyoung tutted and turned back to his novel.
Like it was a matter of life and death, Mark had locked himself in his room and was soon contemplating hard in front of his handphone with its shiny reflections drawing him in. ‘Should I or should I not?’ His thumb hovered over the glowing green button on Jackson’s contact profile. There was no denying that Mark was already starting to miss his loud presence. All those times where Jackson and his hot-temper merge over the silliest of reasons, Mark sighed to himself- this was no different.
Rolling onto Jackson’s bed, the scent of his loved one enveloping him in a secure embrace, Mark finally tapped on the contact that had been open and waiting for hesitance to drift away. ‘What are you playing at Jackson.’ Once, twice, thrice, and two more times, the line was ringing and Mark was getting impatient because usually Jackson picks up within the first or second sequence. However, he did answer the call when Mark was about to throw in the towel, uneasiness level high beyond his flushed figure.
Jackson sounded rather smug over the phone, “What?” Mark could picture his boyfriend’s cocked eyebrows and lips shaped into a smirk- oh how much he hated, yet loved him, at the same time? Certainly, Jackson’s existence cannot be reasoned, perhaps Mark’s destined to feel conflicted. “I-I’m sorry.” The timid apology which floated off Mark’s couplets like falling feathers, Jackson pretending to not hear, “Since I’m not there, pretty sure you’re having fun with Yugyeom and Bambam.” Mark stayed silent, the hand holding his phone starting to lace in cold sweat as Jackson went on about the carelessly assumed possibilities Mark was capable of doing
The older didn’t like it, how ignorant and bitter Jackson was, putting a lurking feeling of anxiety in his heart, “I said I’m sorry.” He insisted in a steadier tone, yet Jackson simply scoffed. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Don’t you enjoy being in Yugyeom’s arms so much? And what about that time when you clung on Bambam wherever he went?” Rambling on and on, it frustrated Mark how absurd Jackson can get when he’s ticked off. But the moment Jackson mentioned about those trivial gestures, the brunet only thought of Jackson’s muscular arms around his slim waist at every point of day.
He missed Jackson.
“You expect me to forgive you just like that, Mark Tuan? You’re such a whore.” Jackson knew, if he pushed Mark to his breaking point, he’ll get what he yearned- he does have his sadistic tendencies. On the other half, Mark couldn’t cope with the intensity of Jackson’s tone that had the ability to make him curl up on Jackson’s messy mattress, tears beginning to well up in his eyes as his lover’s scent got him dizzy in thoughts of Jackson and only Jackson- those four, nearly five days of no skin-to-skin contact was really getting into Mark.
Over in Hong Kong, Jackson laid on his bed in all the leisure he had and his hands were already starting to twitch whilst impatiently tapping his chin. It’s not as if he was still ticked by Mark’s unintentional actions, but it’s crystal clear to nearly everyone that Jackson loved teasing the older to the point where he cross the border. The ex-fencer could already hear Mark’s little sniffs over the slight static building up over their line, “J-Jackson.” The whimpers were barely audible, yet a tinge of desperation caught Jackson off guard- answering with a questioning hum.
Mark had his eyelids shut tight as his hands began tracing circles down his clothed torso, trying to imitate how Jackson would always bring him to his high- admittedly, the thought still remained embarrassing. It has been a long time since Mark last did something himself because he got used to Jackson’s pampering, and for some reasons, having only Jackson’s voice at that time was already throwing him off edge; he felt the sparks travel from his ears and whirl around his head like a cluttered mess of pure tantalization.
What’s pride? The more Mark thought about Jackson, the more he craved for his touch; even the simplest hints of affections like a hug or a peck on he cheek- anything at all. Mark’s free hand was already slipping into his white top and teasing his own perky nubs whilst sobs were swallowed by soft mewls. Fingers weakening their hold on his phone, Mark adjusted to a much more convenient position whereby he had his handphone on Jackson’s mattress, head pressed right on it.
Swift in catching up with the situation, Jackson was the eager one; his mind was completely clouded with nothing but an image of Mark touching himself with those slender and fragile fingers. “Getting off just from my voice? Just how much of a slut are you, Mark.” The mentioned felt as if his ears were violated with the most sensual, low and domineering voice which ever existed, resulting in a muffled whine as he bit his lips; Mark’s hands inched downwards to where his jeans were thriving in agony, and Jackson could immediately tell from the way his boyfriend’s pulled sharp breath.
“Jackson, p-please.” Words stumbling over his own tongue, Mark sneaked his hand into his unbuttoned pants as he loosely covered his gaping mouth with his free, trembling hand. In all his pathetic state, the brunet started to knead the throbbing erection; his own movements forced a guttural moan to leave his swollen lips. “Please what?” Jackson’s tone was reaching the same unstability as Mark’s, “Can I start touching it?” Almost innocent, it made Jackson choke slightly at how much it triggered his wild ideas of depriving Mark of his needs.
“Not yet.” Jackson cheated, hands already in his boxers and pumping himself slowly until his voice went raspy at every pant, “Mark, I’m coming in.” The growling tonality sent a shiver up the length of Mark’s spine, feeling his insides heat up at the incoming play; with his hollowed red cheeks, the older was already coating pallid fingers with saliva despite not knowing how to even continue- so he tried doing what Jackson always does. Pulling down his pants and boxers altogether, Mark was finally relieved of his tight confinements, his knees on the bed and head deep in Jackson’s scent, phone right beside his ear. In the midst of their silent, shared room, Mark could still hear Jackson’s deep groans- and he couldn’t be bothered if any one of the members found out, really.
With raised hips, Mark’s lubricated digits probbed around the entrance, his thighs breaking into a tremor as a slow intrusion was brought upon his ring of muscles. “You feel so hot inside.” The extra commentary Jackson gave nearly brought Mark into a frenzy while he was steadily thrusting in long digits, eliciting a draggy whimper off his quivering lips. “Jackson… Jackson…” Two fingers moving in and out, scissoring into the heat often as his couplets chanted his lover’s name like a spell; hair clinging onto Mark’s sweaty forehead as he did, visual attributes contricted in ecstasy.
It was as if Jackson was right there by his side; the masculine scent wrapping around him like secure arms; voice overlapping and numbing his senses with it’s fluctuating innuendo. “Damn, Mark, you’re so tight.” Staggering groans followed by chopped cries mixed into Mark and Jackson’s ears- thought far away, they’re still one. The brunet could feel a pool of heat gathering at the pit of his stomach, arching his back as he felt his climax coming; Jackson hissed, noticing the erractic changes in Mark’s consistent breaths and his hand worked faster on his length, stroking himself in unison to how he portrayed Mark’s active digits.
If possible, the older’s veneer held an even darker shade of red as his supporting hand reached for his own neglected member, curling around it with a few sloppy movements. “I-I’m almost— Jackson…” Mark begged the other, his own self already ignorant of the non-soundproof walls. The younger managed to miraculously switch back to his ministrations of Mark’s desires after being preoccupied by the obscene noises Mark emanated- he was hungry for the real thing, one that reacts so shyly to his caresses. “Cum for me, Mark.” That was the ticket to set off sparks in Mark’s hazy irises as the burning sensation turned into pure bliss, sweeping over his lean frame like a million flames; Jackson too, came undone at Mark’s erotic moan directly on his flushed ears, mind whirling under the pleasure.
“…I never want to do it alone again.” Mark whined after snapping out of his trance. As if he was there, Jackson could imagine his boyfriend’s lower lip jutting into a pout, making him resonate a weak chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll take you to Hong Kong with me next time.”
can you please write something angsty/smutty, in which jinyoung feels terribly lonely /considering he is the only one sleeping alone and one of the members that enjoys skinship the most/ in which he stays up late, feeling sad for no reason just like any teenager and somehow ends up touching himself? nothing kinky, no toys or anything, maybe just slipping his hand down his pants and biting down on his hand so he wouldn't make a sound? i'm sorry if this is confusing and thanks in advance ; ;
Warning: Masturbation???
Wordcount: 1.1k
Author: Jin
yeeeaaahhhh this came out weird but oh well, it felt good writing some smut after quite a while.
“Going to bed already?” Jinyoung’s tone sounded somewhat implored as Jaebum got up from their living room sofa to stretch, signifying that everyone should call it a day. With the leader’s cue, Jinyoung watched as his fellow members packed up the messy coffee table which was scattered with juice boxes, paper plates and their individual gadgets. It was that time of the day where Jinyoung dreaded most, yet loved by the other six- bed time. Closed off and isolated from company, Jinyoung’s bedroom resided in a hidden cubicle possessing privacy and solace, supposedly, but instead of it being a cozy getaway, Jinyoung could feel himself deteriorating in the loneliness.
For a worshipper of skinship, human contact is a source of reassurance that he still had people by his side- Jinyoung’s motherly instincts, too, were thrived from deep within his unease. It’s a routine to have his nose in everyone’s business to make him feel included, and every night Jinyoung would pop himself into everyone’s individual rooms to greet them good night whilst his insides ached with envy at their room arrangements. Albeit Jinyoung didn’t want to whine because a thought crossed him that if, for instance, he did, he’d simply drive everyone further away, out of irritation.
As Jinyoung cracked open the door to the two youngest members’ domain, he was greeted by a sight of Bambam engrossed with the game on his phone and Yugyeom tidying his corner of the open wardrobe. “Make sure to sleep early.” Jinyoung strolled in and headed to his room with his naggy demeanor, waving to Yugyeom who nodded with a bright and tender grin, “Good night!” was the merry reply. The older could only use a peculiar, weak smile as a response before he shut himself behind the door and locked it- the click made him gulp, palms lacing with cold sweat.
Now that he was alone, the side of Jinyoung’s lips were pulled downwards by a force that was self-pity. He didn’t know why, but tonight, of all nights, it seem to hit him much harder- the jealousy, misery, loneliness merged into one- at that moment he was convinced there’s a slight percentage of him that’s emotionally unstable. Tears had began to form a film on his irises when Jinyoung slipped himself under the velvety duvet with his only companion, Chip- the abnormally huge teddy bear. Crying himself to sleep in the soft toy’s arms, Jinyoung found that oddly satisfying and does it on a regular basis, not that anyone knew.
However, something wasn’t right that night and no matter how Jinyoung forced himself to shut his eyes and end his devastating misery- no matter how tightly he was tucked in Chip’s smooth fur- he couldn’t. The young male needed a distraction from his whirling mind of dizzying anxiety, but did he dare? Jinyoung only realized that the youngest members were still up despite his warning with the light seeping through his door’s translucent windows- damn them. In one swift move, Jinyoung had the tissue box down from the bedside table to the side of his mattress.
There was nobody to do it for him, a hormonal teenager-turning-adult, it’s normal to be desperate- and desperate times call for desperate measures. Jinyoung couldn’t possibly let himself break in the hands of eerie darkness and isolation, he’d rather do something embarrassing, because there was not a soul in sight anyway. With a loud huff, Jinyoung pulled up his collar and stuffed it into his mouth in replacement of a gag, his hands lingering on his own exposed skin. It was only the beginning, but Jinyoung was already panting in anticipation.
Before anything else though, Jinyoung’s half-lidded eyes could make out Chip’s black orbs staring back at him- and Jinyoung’s jaw clenched, his cheeks tinted a light sanguine; as silly as it sounded, Jinyoung used a hand to turn his toy around to face the wall, only its golden-brown back in sight. “Shorree.” Jinyoung whispered silently under his breath, nearly inaudible due to the clothing in his mouth; he then proceeded to turn away from Chip, one hand grasping the loose sheets under him, and the other trailed down his abdomen before slipping through the rubber rim of his boxers.
Jinyoung’s breath hitched when the freezing tip of his fingers broke the comfort of his waiting erection, yet carrying on by wrapping his slender digits around his length. The lad trembled as he started to stroke up and down in a slow, but sensual pace, letting himself be engulfed in the pleasure coursing through his lean frame; all he needed to do then was focus on nothing else but spoiling himself rotten in order to get his mind out of negativity. As he did, Jinyoung could feel his tears trickling down, wetting the pillow which his cheek was pressed against.
A muffled whimper was forced pass Jinyoung’s lips the moment he escalated his pace a little quicker than before, his thumb occassionally spreading precum over the tip whilst pressing down forcefully- Jinyoung needed the pain, it pumped his adrenaline and shot sparks up the length of his spine. His mind was foggy with the tantalizing spell pulled over him, saliva-soaked collar slipping from his gasping lips. In their place Jinyoung’s free hand covered his mouth loosely, letting frequent sniffs and silent groans out in the midst of reaching his high.
Whatever Jinyoung condemned a few minutes ago were no more as he began to sense a familiar pool of heat gathering in his lower body; he was trembling, ragged breaths were in an attempt to be covered as Jinyoung dove his head further into his pillow. Not being allowed to release his cries made him slightly light-headed, yet he persisted on; Jinyoung squeezed his throbbing erection before pulling at it in one deliberate stroke, along with it came a long moan into the pillow which was moist with sweat- he was reaching his limit.
With another few pumps, his orgasm followed whereby Jinyoung’s control broke and a sweet wave of pleasure swept the strength away from his limbs- and his lips quivered upon his released, bringing him to a pleasant descend into reality. Strings of white messily laid on the sheets, Jinyoung’s own stomach and his hand. The young lad’s chest heaved in his exhaustion, hands scrambling to reach for the tissue to wipe off any traces of his act before he, misty-visioned, shifted back to his original position, Chip by his side. At least Jinyoung ended up sleeping soundly afterwards, blanked and hazy mind lulling him into a dreamscape.
At least he was out of that nightmare.
Rescue Me || Bianca & Eli
Occurred June 29th. Bianca fears for her safety and calls Eli to come and get her. He saves her from the chaotic and unstable apartment and brings her home where the two share a special and heated night.
Warnings: Smut and Abuse(nothing heavy).
Eli
: Darted past rainbow posters and shirtless men- the international gay pride event was all fun and games, until you needed to get the hell out. Toronto was heavily populated with tourists this weekend, and for a good cause, but the heavy streets were currently becoming a nuisance. Eli finally reached his car and took off as fast as he possible could without getting a ticket. He knew where her apartment was... Or at least thought he did. Therefore, he did the best he could and parked somewhere near the old apartment building. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked into the complex and towards large front door. There was a machine, which looked a lot like a telephone (the thing that beeps you in) and there was a list of room numbers. Eli sighed before dialling Bianca's room number, hoping someone could beep him into the building.
Bianca was staring down at her phone in her shaking hand, just waiting for a call or text telling her that he was here. It seemed like an eternity before she heard the sound of the buzzer. Her head flew up and she just knew it was Eli. She had told him to wait outside, she didn't want him coming in to get her, he didn't need to see the crazy man in her apartment right now. Stumbling up quickly, she banged on the bathroom door she had locked and yelled through, "Juliana! Juliana, please, I know you're mad at me, but just.. just tell him to wait outside. Please." But instead, she heard the buzz again, which meant her auntie had simply opened the door for Eli to enter. The brunette cursed under her breath, knowing her auntie had done it just to spite her. The man yelled at her, screaming for her to come out, it was as if he had lost his damn mind. Fumbling to find her phone that she had dropped on the floor, she texted Eli -I told you not to come in, just wait outside.-
Eli: Almost on cue, he stalked over the shitty piece of welcoming carpet and opened the door. Eli had enough of this apartment, and all the chaos it caused for his girlfriend. He could sense Bianca's fear every time he mentioned driving her "home" or when she'd come to school shaken and unfocused- this environment wasn't safe for her and he was determined to see just how bad things actually were. He didn't care about respecting her wishes anymore, nonetheless about her pleads that he stay far away, he wanted answers. Once he approached the specific apartment door, Eli knocked three times.
Bianca began to hurry. Since she was locked in the bathroom, she thought she'd get her things from in there first before she tried to fight off her aunt's boyfriend and get whatever she'd need to leave this place. Her hands were shaking badly and it was hard for her to pick things up without dropping them. Her heart picked up even faster when she heard a knock at the door, fear striking her as the banging on the bathroom door stopped. Dropping everything in her hands, she unlocked the door and rushed out and down the short hallway, but it was too late, her auntie had answered the door for Eli. She stared at him, her jaw set, just as her auntie's boyfriend spoke up, "Sorry, this sluts not working the corner today, now fuck off." Bianca couldn't get to Eli, the man was blocking her way, so she begged Eli with her eyes to just leave and wait for her.
Eli: narrowed his eyes. The woman standing before him looked... Less an homely. Evidently, there was an unspoken tension written on everyone's faces. He was taken aback by the sudden and low commentary, he snapped his gaze towards a man standing a few feet behind the Aunt. The only reaction earned from Eli was a frustrated sigh and a bitter snarl. "I'm here to pick her up. I can tell you one thing; she's not working your pitiful corner- or a swollen beer belly". Eli always found the time to be somewhat sarcastic, somehow.
Bianca couldn't breathe, she was scared for Eli now more than ever. When he replied back, she reacted quickly, moving forward and grabbing the man's arm just as he took a step, "H-He didn't mean that, he's just sarcastic all the time. Sorry..." She looked between the man and Eli, shifting on her feet nervously. Her auntie looked more than bored so she rolled her eyes, "Whatever, I have to get ready for work. Bianca, you really should apologize to Jason for what you said earlier." Bianca gave her auntie a look of hatred as the woman disappeared into her bedroom. Jason shoved her hand from its grasp on his arm and she took a step back as he spoke towards Eli, "You really need to leave, we're in the middle of something."
Eli: Eli glared at the woman as she walked off. How could someone ignore a plea for help? His eyes remained hardened, along with his jaw, which was locked. He meant what he said to the man. The way he handled Bianca's arm rose the hair on his own arms; his temper was slowly rising to a horrible peak. "I'm not leaving unless she's in my passenger seat.-" He quipped, crossing his arms. "Whatever it is will have to wait". Eli wasn't a fighter, he wasn't built to fight... Unless it was verbally... And had no intentions of throwing fists.
Bianca closed her eyes, ready to burst with tears at this horrible situation. Opening her eyes, she saw the man stalk towards Eli and she quickly moved to be in front of him, pressing her hands to his chest to stop him. He gripped her arms tightly to move her and she cringed, but held strong between him and Eli, "Take it easy, alright? I was out of line earlier. Let's just forget that conversation happened, alright?" She had a hard time keeping her eyes on his, they were so empty and terrifying. Glancing back at Eli, she gave him a weak smile, "I'll get my stuff and be out in a minute. I promise." She tried once more, wanting him away from the menacing man before her.
Eli: Opened his eyes in surprise but straightened his shoulders. Mashismo was evidently an excessively aggressive man. He was lashing out like a child and Eli felt like he was being challenged. He tilted his head back, and bit down on his cheek. "Let go of her arms". Gritting his teeth, he mumbled the demand. The boy didn't even acknowledge what Bianca was saying. His whole composure was stiff and completely defiant, still staring at the obviously abusive man. Eli couldn't wait to get out of here- with Bianca or a black eye.
Bianca could feel her eyes beginning to water, both from the grip Jason had on her arms and the fact that Eli wouldn't leave and get himself away from danger. She whimpered as she tried to break free of his grip, but the buzz he had gotten from the drinks he'd had not too long ago were making him obviously stubborn and arrogant, more so than normal, so his grip tightened at Eli's words, "And if I don't? You're in over your head here, kid. Just gimme my time with the girl here and then you can have her." She tried to hit the man's chest, distract him from Eli, but her arms were turning numb from his grasp of her upper arms, "Eli, please. Go!" She cried out, regretting ever calling him now, she should have dealt with this on her own.
Eli: Eli felt like it was time to intervene, things were getting out of hand. "No. We're done here. You aren't entitled to time with her; she's a fucking human being-". He snapped, completely enraged at this point. Bianca's pleading only added to his current anger. Taking a bold step forward, the boy uncrossed his arms and put a hand down on her shoulder. "I'm not looking for a fight, I'm looking to take her out. You're clearly intoxicated". Eli spoked hurriedly and in a hush tone. Why couldn't the man agree with the fucking bargain? .
Bianca fought back her tears as Eli replied to the impossible man who was holding her there. She watched as he laughed, disregarded her as a person, obviously, "Please, she's been a whore since puberty." Her eyes cast downward in shame before she felt Eli's hand on her shoulder. He was too close and she didn't like it. Suddenly he let go of her by pushing her into Eli. The girl stumbled, but caught herself against him. She kept herself in front of Eli, looking at Jason with tear filled eyes, "Just let it go right now, yeah?" She pleaded with him, watching as he backed up and away from them, to her relief, "I am not going to let it go, you accused me of things and told Juliana. You're a fucking lying bitch. Say goodbye to your boy toy cause you're staying here." Her jaw set and she shook her head, "I'm not fucking staying." She saw how angry that made him and she was fairly certain that if she tried to run, he'd chase her and Eli.
Eli: Wasn't a foreigner to the rumours that were held against his girlfriend; she had a rough past, filled with unpleasant encounters and sexual endeavours... At least, according to the rumours, she did. "Th-" Eli recoiled, huffing when her body was blatantly shoved into his. He took a few jumbled steps backwards, trying not to fall onto his ass. As he regained composure, he wiped a bang from his forehead and clenched his fists. "Come on". The boy grunted. "Let's go. You can borrow stuff at my house". He was talking to Bianca, his eyes dangling on her back and then towards the man. This was going to end how he wanted it to, he knew it.
Bianca was scared to turn around, scared to even step foot out of the apartment. The evil man's eyes were so daring, so petrifying, all she could do was shake her head, "Eli, I can't leave." She whispered, seeing the man smile triumphantly, "Good choice." A few tears escaped from her eyes, whimpering in fear as he moved closer once more. Her hand reached back and gripped Eli's, squeezing it softly, "Please leave. For me." She begged Eli right before the man caught her small wrist in his large hand, "I'm not going to keep her prisoner, we just have things to discuss." He explained, though Bianca knew it was all bullshit.
Eli: Face fell. This was so stupid, so aggravating... So pitiful. He snapped his jaw shut, the muscles in his neck protruding. He shrugged Bianca's hand away. "This is a prison!" Eli bellowed, completely defeated and at a loss of things to do. "You beat her, rape her, leave her to deal with the mental stress. This isn't humane, this is abuse". His hands strayed as he spoke, mind wild. A lot like his thoughts, his body was in flight. "The discussing is over. No more bruises, I'm tired of reading morse code on her fucking skin". He referred to the bruises he leaves on her body- he left so many on her, they were a message all in themselves. Eli was well aware that he may be punched in just a few moments.
Bianca 's eyes widened as Eli began to go off, fearing for him with each word he spoke. She just kept shaking her head and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't, maybe he just couldn't. She yanked her hand from the grasps of Jason and moved hurriedly toward Eli. Taking his face in her hands, she looked at him, "Shut up right now." Turning around, she saw the mans hand ball into fists and she did the only thing she could think of. She turned to Eli and pushed him towards the door, "Run." The girl commanded him, fear in her eyes.
Eli: Eli was having an episode. His eyes were unfocused and he was clearly breathing unevenly. He fumbled backwards but caught himself at the door, nails digging into the door frame, there was no thought that bid him to run. He felt the need to stay- and he liked that he got under the older man's skin. "Was your girlfriend not satisfying enough? You had to guzzle beer and prey on a young girl?" He spat, wrinkling his face in disgust.
Bianca tried pushing Eli out, getting him to leave with her, but he seemed compelled to stay. Still, she begged him through soft tears, she couldn't bear it if he got hurt in any way because of her. She turned around in time to see the older man stalking towards them, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists tight. The brunette instinctively brought her hands to his chest, pushing him back over and over, though he didn't budge too much, just enough to get him away from Eli, "No, you won't fucking hurt him." She looked at him, but his eyes were trained on Eli, "She was completely willing. I satisfied her in a way you probably can't." At his words, she pushed the man hard again, screaming at him to shut up and stop lying.
Eli: "With the beer gut? I'm sure you both had a blast". He was being bitterly sarcastic, almost snorting in his anger. "At least when I /'satisfy'/, I make sure I have proper consent". Eli used finger quotations and said whatever came to mind, his filter was completely thrown out the window. His stance was still hanging between the doorframe, wishing Bianca would run off to his car without questioning his safety.
Bianca did her best to hold the older man off as Eli spoke bitterly. She understood where he was coming from, but this wasn't the time nor place to be airing these things. She could feel herself beginning to break down, she wanted this to end and she wanted them both to be somewhere safe. Suddenly the man grabbed her hips and pulled her tight to his body, "Consent? With a girl like this?" She shivered at what he was implying, trying to wiggle her way from his grasps once more. The brunette could feel herself growing weak, but she forced herself to stay strong or at least pretend she was strong, "This is fucking ridiculous. It's never going to end, just let me go." She begged Jason, but he was too arrogant and stubborn to let Eli win, she could see that.
Eli: Eli didn't even breathe, he was too caught up. The moment Jason pulled her close to his body, the boy jolted forward but stopped himself mid step. It made him sick. "Please-". He started, continuing in a desperate tone. "Bianca has a head on her shoulders, I know because she's my greatest friend. -I have a 20 dollar bill in my pocket. Take it and we'll forget this". He was trying to make a deal, set something and take off.
Bianca could feel her tears welling up in her eyes, making everything blurry around her. She felt the man's hands creeping down her thighs and she choked on a sob, pushing weakly against his chest. She heard him scoff before he shoved her hard towards Eli, saying, "This isn't even worth it. I'll see her again, I know it." Then he stalked off towards her auntie's room. The girl fell against Eli, her body shaking as she tried to keep herself up after the hard shove. She didn't know what to do, she couldn't even get her body to move as she stood near Eli.
Eli: Swallowed thickly. He knew if he punched the guy, it would only cause a greater issue... But it was so damn hard to resist the temptations. Especially when his chunky hands were trailing her body, as if he could /own/ such a thing. Caught off guard, Eli tried to catch the mess of limp limbs that was thrown towards him. He disregarded what the man had said, solely paying attention to Bianca; he's never seen her in this state. "Are you okay?" The boy spoke above a whisper. "Bianca, you don't need to get your stuff. Let's get out". He supported her weight.
Bianca looked at Eli through her eyelashes, her face distraught and apologetic, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have called you." She whispered, feeling completely worn out. She glanced to her bedroom, but just nodded, "Okay. Let's go." The girl took his hand and led him out of the apartment, her legs shaky still as the shock started to wear off and she really realized what just happened and what Eli had to see.
Eli: "No". He argued softly. "It's fine" Eli was only glad she didn't have to deal with the intimidating bastard alone. He took her hand and looked back before walking towards the exit, his mind wandering. He didn't say much. When they finally got outside, he finally gained the courage to speak. "Where do you want to go?"
Bianca walked with him outside in silence, trying to regain her composure when all she wanted to do was fall apart. Or better yet, disappear. Turning to him, she looked down at their hands intertwined, playing with his fingers distractedly. Her shoulders shrugged as she thought, "I don't know. I'd like to be someplace alone with you. Unless you had other plans and I just totally ruined your day." She gave a small smile, but it was hard to keep up.
Eli: "We'll go to my place. Sleepy?" He was trying to analyse how she was feeling, get some sort of hint. Of course he was disturbed, and mildly irritated- but never with her. If he could, he would have continued a fight with the Uncle but only refrained because Bianca was added to the picture. "Nothing's been ruined".
Bianca gave a shrug, "I guess I'm a bit tired. I don't know if I can sleep, though." She chewed her bottom lip nervously, her eyes stinging with new tears. Honestly, she was exhausted, but she wasn't sure she even wanted to close her eyes. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him gently, "Thank you, Eli. I really am sorry about all this." She did her best to breathe in deeply, letting the breathe out slowly.
Eli: Eli sighed deeply, any ounce of facetious sarcasm was ripped away from his vocabulary. He felt softer than usual; mostly because of what he witnessed instants ago. He fell tender into the embrace and casually took his keys out of his pockets. "It's okay, Bianca". Reassuring her, his mind settled to a lighter tone. "You're not in the wrong".
Bianca glanced up at him, not sure if calling him had been the best idea, but it was over now and she couldn't change the things he had seen, "It's not okay, it really isn't." She sighed, pulling back from him and gesturing towards his car, "Let's just get going, okay?" Her red and tired eyes looked to him, finding comfort in the simple fact that he was here with her, "If you want to talk about anything, have any questions or anything to say, we can do that back at your place. I'm an open book for you." She didn't think she could make this better for him, but she was going to try.
Eli: Eli nodded meekly, not saying anything until they got into the car. He opened the passenger door for her. This wasn't about him; this was about her. He wasn't the one being abused, she was. His main priority was making this better- or more "bearable" for her. Once he was in his driver's seat, he shoved his keys into the ignition but simply sat there for a moment. Using the dashboard mirror, he casted his gaze on her. "This isn't right".
Bianca smiled when he opened the car door for her, climbing inside and relaxing in the seat. His car was a safe place to her, anything with Eli was safe to her and she was lucky for that, she felt. Resting her head back, she closed her eyes as he got in and started the car, but she didn't feel it moving. Opening her eyes curiously, she met his eyes in the mirror before she turned her head and looked at him, "I know, Eli." She whispered, "This is all fucked up. I know." Her eyes cast downward toward her lap, frowning, "My auntie cares more about money than my safety. I'm kind of used to that, though."
Eli: Eli placed his wrists on the steering wheel, now staring out the window. "He's pitiful- and disgusting". Pursing his lips, he took a long breath. His anger, which faltered a while ago, was rising to the surface again. "Did you willingly have sex with him?' The question was asked on a whim. Eli turned his head to look at her, eyes defeated. The bastard was making him question everything.
Bianca nodded her head in agreement, "He is. He's scum and I hate him." Her voice was tense as she spoke about the man, completely bitter and hurt by the things he put her through. Her eyes flickered quickly to look at Eli when she heard his question, complete disbelief on her face. The girl's eyes began watering, spilling over a few tears, "Really? I can't believe you'd ever even ask me that. I was always intoxicated when he had sex with me. When I was sober, I was able to fight back each time and eventually he'd get tired of it and leave. I couldn't fight back when I was passed out drunk. So no, Eli. I didn't fucking willingly have sex with him." She spat her last sentence, hurt he'd ever ask her that.
Eli: Felt guilty for asking the sudden question. He took his wrists off of the steering wheel and dropped them to his sides. He couldn't help but second guess everything that damned man said. With a slack mouth, Eli tried to explain himself. "I didn't mean- I just". Now he was walking on broken glass. This wasn't the kind of conversation he wanted to have right now. "I know. I shouldn't have implied otherwise". The boy couldn't even look at her, his gaze was still fixated on the hood of his car. He ran a hand over his face.
Bianca looked at him through blurry vision, her voice growing soft now, "It's okay.. I know this is all confusing and hard to deal with." Reaching over, she grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips, giving it a kiss before smiling weakly, "But I'd never do anything to hurt you. You're the only one I want touching me. Just you." She let go of his hand, fumbling with her own hands in her lap now, "Do.. you want to talk about anything else?"
Eli: Exhaled tenderly, appreciating the lighter tone. He didn't feel like arguing with her. They hadn't exactly been very intimate- at least, not In a physical context. Eli never pushed her, especially since he knew about the acts of intrusion Jason performed on the daily. Sex wasn't something he desperately needed anyway... It was a luxury. "Is there anything you need to talk about?" Switching the question back onto her, he took it upon himself to twist the key and start the car.
Bianca shook her head right away, she was never much into talking, "No. Not right now... Well..." She took in a deep breath and then sighed out, her eyebrows knitting together. She was thinking, wondering if she should and how she should word this. Glancing to him as he started the car, she shook her head, "I'd rather talk about it back at your place. I wanna get out of here right now." She was giving herself more time to think, to process everything in her mind.
Eli: Eli squinted, concentrating on pulling out of his parking space. "A penny for your thought?" He wondered, trying to read her thoughts. She was being awfully cryptic, which only arose his curiosity. When she mentioned she'd talk about it when they'd arrive at his house, he stopped questioning. The roads were busy due to the international pride parades that were going on and he found himself wording breathless curses every time a bad driver did something to piss him off. He stayed silent for the majority of the ride.
Bianca just shook her head, she wanted to be comfortable in his room before she brought up what was on her mind. She noticed the traffic and sighed, feeling antsy in the car. She moved so she could rest her head on his shoulder, hoping he didn't mind. The girl smirked as best she could when she caught him mumbling swears, finding the quietness of the car actually soothing. It took longer than usual, but eventually he was pulling up to his house. She sat up, kissing his cheek before she got out of the car. Waiting for him, she walked inside with him, taking his hand as she liked to do. Bianca was sort of relieved they didn't see his parents as they made their way up to his room, she wasn't in a place to be around anyone but Eli. Entering his room, she took a seat on his bed and stared at the floor, her eyebrows knitting together, "I don't want you hesitant or afraid of being intimate with me. In any way." She chose her words carefully, really unsure of how to bring about this conversation.
Eli: parked in the driveway, getting out to escort her into his house. His parents weren't home; thank Jesus. He loved them to death but this wasn't the time for Bullfrogs sexual innuendos or Cece's endless offerings of baked goods. Eventually walking into his room, his hand strayed away from hers. He furrowed his brows. There was evidently something on her mind. He was truly surprised she hinted at sex. "I'm not animalistic. I don't need sex". Chuckling, he tried to make sense of this. "Is there a reason you brought this up?"
Bianca giggled softly over his response, "I wasn't saying that, loser." She glanced at him, a hint of a smile on her lips. Giving a shrug, she thought a moment, "Intimacy isn't just sex, you know. So I just meant it like.. kissing me and all that shit that people expect me to hate." She teased slightly before she looked back down at her lap and bit her lip, "I brought it up cause I don't want you worrying about if something is too much or if I'm uncomfortable or whatever. Yeah, what that man did to me has effected me, I don't necessarily like being touched, or even close to a guy. But you're different, cause I trust you and I love you." The brunette glanced at him, but that only caused a blush to rise to her cheeks, "I mean, sex may be something we need to work towards, cause I obviously want to share that with you. But there are other things, non-sexual, but still intimate that I'm okay with. With you." She tried to explain, but now her eyebrows were knit together, wondering if she made sense.
Eli: When Eli thought about intimacy, he thought about sex- mostly because he was a guy and as a person, he had a natural knack for drawing intense conclusions. The most dumbfounded smirk at on his face, stupefied that her cheeks were crimson. "I know my limits. I know you're not ready, and I respect your wishes. Generally, I stick to a rule that clothing must stay on. It keeps from doing anything regretful. Other than hand holding and the times when my arms go numb due to spooning, I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific".
Bianca smiled to herself as she listened to him, giggling at his words before she finally looked at him, eye to eye, "I just mean.. touching." She shrugged, not embarrassed by having to talk about such things, but embarrassed that she liked such intimate touches, "Touching that isn't meant to lead to sex. Just.. loving touches. You know, like how I just like to run my fingers over your chest, down your side when we're laying in bed. That's intimacy." Her eyes looked at him, letting him see her blush, "And just so you know, I'd never regret anything with you. If it happens, it happens. Also, clothes aren't totally necessary, since I do enjoy you shirtless." She teased, finally smiling widely for him.
Eli: Eli snorted. The way she mentioned "touching" was literally the highlight of his evening. "I'll be sure to fondle you more". He added, rolling his eyes in a playful manner. "Be more descriptive. It's sexy". Teasing her, especially when she was caught being embarrassed, was literally the funniest thing he's ever witnessed. "My six pack is impressive, isn't it?" Eli didn't mind joking about his own body; his insecurities were minimal. He knew what he had and what he didn't, and the rest never bothered him. Unlike most men, having abs wasn't in his range of concerns.
Bianca blushed fiercely, getting up and pushing him playfully before giggling, "Oh shut up. Although, I totally wouldn't mind that." She teased right back, her smile growing as he teased her more. She laughed and brought her hands up to her face, covering it, "Stop it." She giggled out, her face burning now. Looking at him through the spaces in her fingers, she smiled before dropping her hands. Her shoulders shrugged, bringing her hands up to cup both his cheeks, "I love your body, Eli. It's perfect to me. It doesn't have to be anything more than it already is." She was being genuine now, her thumbs caressing his cheeks sweetly.
Eli: Eli grinned, crossing his arms as she covered her face. "Stop what?" He continued the banter, pretending to be clueless. "I'll run my fingers down your chest, down your sides when we're laying in bed. You know, intimacy" he quoted her from earlier, tauntingnly. He was trying to get a greater rise out of her. As she approached him, his facial expression softened. He reached out and placed his hands on her hips. "Good. I hate the gym. I prefer admiring your body".
Bianca pouted as she looked at him, her face continuously blushing, "Stop teasing! I should just leave now." She continued to pout until his hands came to rest on her hips. She smiled at him, laughing gently, "Completely okay with that." Her thumb brushed over his bottom lip as she spoke jokingly, "Now no repeating what I said earlier. You're welcome to even forget it." She felt a bit stupid for her words a moment ago, but he would never judge her over them, she knew that.
Eli: Resisted the urge to jokingly bite her finger. "There will be no forgetting. You're a woman who knows what she wants, which is admirable". He slid his hands from her hips to her waist, tracing the path. He wanted to know what her limits were. Casually, he was being testy. "Is this okay?" Eli curiously asked, wondering if she minded his wandering hands.
Bianca had never blushed so much in her life, but Eli had a way of making her both comfortable and completely nervous, "I'm glad you see it that way. I really just like being close to you." She admitted in a soft tone. As his hands made their way to her waist, she lazily wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping her eyes on him. Her head nodded at his sweet question, "Yeah, it's okay." It made her fall for him even more that he was asking her such a thing, she had never heard a man ask her that ever, it made her smile, her eyes warming for him, "I like it." She giggled playfully, her fingers finding the short strands of his hair and playing with it lovingly.
Eli: Figured he'd go bald by the time this relationship ended, she tugged at his hair so often. He didn't dare move his hands any higher than her waist, steadily running his palms up and down the general area. "Good". He chuckled and the impulse to kiss her lingered until he finally leaned in, gently pressing his lips to hers.
Bianca was happy, the distraction a very good one so she didn't think about earlier. Her smile was warm and loving, giggling under her breath. As he leaned in towards her, she fluttered her eyes closed right before his lips met hers. She relaxed her body, pressing herself into him naturally. Her fingers of one hand tangled in his hair, her other hand resting between his shoulder blades. The girl's body shivered unintentionally and she giggled against his lips, feeling lighter than air as the two lovers kissed without a care.
Eli: His breathing thickened, taking deep gusts of air through his nose. Speaking of his nose, it absentmindedly knocked against hers and he found himself huffing a laugh, feeling oddly clumsy. Eli didn't feel any pressure to make the kiss perfect; he went along with the given scenario. The grip on her waist tightened a notch.
Bianca liked the fact that the two could laugh and be clumsy, that they could have flaws and not be perfect at any of this. It made things easier, more fun and playful. She smiled against his lips when he laughed, nibbling his bottom lip in a teasing but playful manner. When she felt his hands grip her just a tad tighter, a short mumble of a noise escaped from her. Heat rose up to her face and reddened her cheeks. After another few seconds of kissing, she pulled back just enough to breathe. Pressing her forehead to his, she smirked and looked into his eyes, "I really love you, Eli Goldsworthy." She giggled, her fingers sliding up the back of his neck absentmindedly.
Eli: Curled the corners of his lips, gladly enjoying her teasing. Upon hearing the sexiest squeal he's ever heard, one of his hands casted downwards, to the hem of her shirt. He wasn't looking for trouble. The boy simply hooked his thumb under the fabric, feeling a small amount of her skin with the pad of his lone thumb. Eli figured she'd protest if this wasn't okay. He was breathing heavily, slowly panting as they pulled away. Swallowing, he twitched when her hand slip up the back of his neck. "How corny". He teased, smiling. "I love you as well, Desousa".
Bianca gently pressed her body tighter against his when she felt the simple touch of his thumb against her skin. It was heavenly, she didn't understand it, but she craved more and was satisfied with the fact that she could have more whenever she wanted. She blushed once more, but gave a shrug, "I don't mind being corny with you." Her smile grew, closing her eyes to listen to his words. She hummed out happily, "That's the best thing ever." Her eyes slowly opened to look into his once more, feeling her rapid heartbeat in her chest and knowing he could feel it as well. Bianca's fingertips were dancing along the back of his neck, just caressing the skin and little hairs there.
Eli: Sensed she liked the contact and decided to get even testier, he slid all five of his fingers under her shirt. It was possibly the riskiest thing he's done as of yet. "I know". He mumbled, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Her skin was warm and he left a gentle kiss on the pool of her collar bone, whilst his hand was still lingering on the skin of her abdomen.
Bianca bit her own bottom lip as his hand slid beneath her shirt. She gasped softly as the sudden contact, letting out a quiet squeak that basically gave away the fact that she enjoyed his hand on her bare skin. A sweet smile graced her features as his face became bury in the crook of her neck, holding him to her body. She closed her eyes when she felt his lips on her neck, a hint of a moan rushing from between her lips. She tilted her head back just slightly, her hands running down his clothed back slowly as she felt unbelievably close and connected to Eli for the first time.
Eli: At this point, he was turned on. More so than usual. To be honest, it was a little embarrassing. He figured Bianca was definitely enjoying the moment, but he was the only one who had the pleasure of dealing with the physical and obvious symptoms of being horny. Nonetheless, Eli continued his antics. He gently bit down on the curve of her collar bone, running his tongue along the innocent mark afterwards. His hand rested in the same spot, too cautious to move it any lower or higher. "If I'm taking this too far-" he whispered, his breath creating a certain coolness against the damp skin. "Warn me".
Bianca gasped when she felt a gentle bite from him, giggling as a shiver ran down her spine. She shifted slightly in place, mainly due to the growing need she could feel between her legs. Glancing down at him, she leaned in to gently nibbled on his ear before replying, "You're okay. All I need is for you to relax." She didn't want this to be a chore for him, not even slightly. Things were going slow and she was fully consenting to every touch and kiss Eli gave her. Swallowing thickly, she slid one of her hands between them, letting it glide down his chest and stopping at his crotch. She normally wasn't nervous, but she didn't want to do anything wrong with Eli. Feeling the bulge in his pants, she slowly started to rub over it, biting down on her bottom lip as she did so.
Eli: Eli lifted his head slightly, listening to her reassurance. He hadn't done this in so long. By no means, was he a virgin. Losing his virginity was something that happened a few years back. It wasn't the most rewarding experience, per say; mainly composed of tangled lanky limbs and teenage angst... But it was a milestone in the route to discovering his sexuality. He was extremely experimental- tampering with both women and men. Though he wasn't bisexual. He was straight, and the only time he came close to being intimate with a guy, was a dare. Eli sucked in a short breath, not expecting her hand to travel down to his Netherlands. He couldn't help but moan, moving his head back into the crook of her neck. He wanted to pleasure her, but my god, did her hand work up wonders.
Bianca smirked when she pulled a moan out of him, just letting her hand caress that bulge his obvious arousal had caused in his pants. Leaning in towards his neck, he gave the side of it a trail of slow kisses. Her fingertips ventured towards the button of his jeans, tentatively undoing it along with the zipper. Her fingertips dipped just below the waistband of her boxers when she stopped herself and whispered, "Um.. May I?" She giggled softly, nervously chewing on her lip.
Eli: Didn't want to get off first. It didn't feel right. He tilted his head back for a moment, his Adam's apple protruding. "I'm not getting off before you". He grumbled playfully, His hand casted down to hers, moving Bianca's fingers away from his waistband. Eli silently found himself wondering if a guy ever returned the favour to her. If the Rumors were true, she'd given head to a guy before, but did they ever repay her ? "Do you mind?" He asked, hinting that he wanted to get her off. If she wasn't comfortable, they could end this, he knew.
Bianca 's eyebrows shot up in surprise, shifting awkwardly on her feet, "Oh.. Sorry.." She let him move her hand away, placing it on his side instead. Her eyes glanced at him, wondering what was going through his mind. The girl's mouth fell open at his question, a bit taken aback, but slowly she nodded her head, her cheeks turning red, "Okay." She swallowed thickly, though she gave him a smile that said she was okay with this.
Eli: Thought he blew it. Any future advances would be thrown down the drain; but that was just him being dramatic. "It's okay". He had no idea why she apologized. Eli knew her better than this and wasn't about to take this any further if she was having doubts. "Are you okay?" He asked the question more directly, almost forgetting about what happened earlier at her apartment. They were so caught up making out.
Bianca looked at him before she smiled, letting out a short laugh, "I'm okay, I promise." She ran her fingers through his hair with love, just looking at him for a moment before shaking her head like she were in disbelief, "That's just never happened before, I felt a bit out of place.. I mean, a guys never stopped me before just so he could focus on me." She told him honestly before gently kissing his cheek, "But I'm okay, cause I'm safe with you."
Eli: One of his brows shot upwards, the feeling of regret washing away from his gut. It was the biggest fucking relief he's felt in his life. He stared at her, green orbs dancing with a certain light. "That's a shame. No guy.. ever?" .Eli pursed his lips, gladly taking the sweet kiss but felt like he destroyed the mood entirely.
Bianca studied his features before smiling softly, "Not until you." She gave his lips a ginger kiss before nuzzling her nose to his and giggling under her breath, "Now relax, dammit. Or I'm gonna have to make you relax." She teased him with a big smile. Bianca backed away from his slowly, taking his hand and tugging him towards the bed with her. When the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed, she softly pulled him against her body again. Bringing her hands up, she brushed her fingertips along his cheeks, "Nothing but right now in this moment matters to me, alright? I already got you going, I'm not about to stop now." She teased, but with a softer tone this time around.
Eli: Smirked. "I'm relaxed". He whispered, following her lead towards the bed. If she hadn't taken initiative, he likely wouldn't have. Falling down onto the bed, he caught and supported himself with his arms. "I get a free pass? Okay". He teased gently, leaning down for a tender kiss.... His hand trailed down her body, towards her abdomen. He stopped his fingers at the hem of her pants. As much as the boy liked fondling, he wanted to get down to business. He worked on undoing her pants, breaking in and out of a kiss.
Bianca gently laid herself back on his bed as he followed with her. She smiled up at him, her cheeks turning a rosy pink while she giggled, "You always get a free pass, loser." She smiled until his lips were on her own, her body melting into the bed as her hands cupped his cheeks before sliding to rest on each of his shoulders. The brunette shivered as his hand moved down her body until she felt him working the button and zipper of her jeans. When he got her pants undone, she tugged on his shirt and whispered in a giggle against his lips, "Off please." Tugging his shirt once more to let him know that's what she wanted off of him.
Eli: Lazily worked with the button, eventually pulling down the zipper. He hummed in pure satisfaction, which seemed slightly out of his character. Rolling his eyes, he granted her wish and propped himself up to rip off his shirt. He tossed the article towards a undetermined area of his room. Instead of returning to his original position, he slithered down to the edge of the bed and onto the floor, down onto his knees. He perked himself between her dangling legs and slid her pants down.
Bianca laughed when she saw him roll his eyes, smirking as he did what she wanted and took his shirt off, "No rolling your eyes at me." She giggled, waiting for him to hover back over her, but instead he didn't. The girl gasped in surprise and confusion, her eyes knitting together as he knelt himself on the floor. It wasn't until he was between her legs and tugging her jeans off that she realized what he was doing. She lifted her hips so he could take her pants off, suddenly completely unsure since she had no idea how to act in this situation. Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked at him as she bit her lip, "Um, are you sure you want to-.. I mean, I've never-.." Now she was the one who needed to relax, but she was so taken off guard by him.
Eli: Eli was doing what he was told; relaxing. Which, ironically, wasn't written in her own aura right now. Once the annoying pants were tossed away, He gripped her hips, tugging her body closer to the edge of the bed. He stopped mid movement, tilting his attention upwards. Both his brows were confusingly raised. "I'm sure". He huffed a chuckle. Eli's only ever done something like this once. "Wait- you're serious?". He said, completely and amusingly taken aback. "No one's ever...?" Trailing off, he referred to the act of oral sex.
Bianca found the grip of his hands on her hips as he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed kind of a turn on. His hands were soft, but he had a firm grip that made her feel like she was protected in some way. Glancing at him, she cringed as he laughed, her face reddening, "Yes, I'm damn serious." She plopped herself back so she was staring at the ceiling, but she quickly brought her hands to cover her face, "No, no one has ever. I've barely ever.. you know... orgasmed when I've had sex. So of course no one has ever." She groaned out, completely embarrassed over the fact, but she laughed at herself anyways. It may have been embarrassing, but Eli's the only person she'd ever seriously feel comfortable telling these things to. And he should know, being her boyfriend and all.
Eli: Was staring at her covered face in pure disbelief, containing a laugh. He always thought sex was about pleasure and closeness, no matter if an orgasm was reached or not. This only heightened his need to make her feel good; he wanted her to experience this. She deserved to feel something pleasurable. Eli put both his hands on her knees, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss on her clothed stomach. He regained a certain seriousness. "It's okay, Bianca. I want to make you feel good- if you're not into this, I'll stop".
Bianca was simply waiting him to burst out in laughter, she totally wouldn't even blame him. She'd had much different sexual encounters than most teenage girls, so being in a relationship where they were equal was something she wasn't used it. Uncovering her eyes, she looked down as he kissed her stomach and made her smile, "Please, Eli. It's not that I'm not into this, cause I totally am." She giggled before continuing, "I'm just not used to this. It's all new to me. The.. closeness, the both making each other feel good.. I'm not sure how to act." She shrugged, "I want you in every way possible right now, Eli." Her tone was a bit more serious now.
Eli: This was an evening full of surprises, literally. "This is a good place to start". He blinked and sighed. "Just.. Relax. I'll take the reigns. All you have to do is lay there, pillow queen". He added in a sarcastic tone, throwing her his usual smirk. "Don't think about how to act, Concentrate on the receiving.." Eli trailed off, if she was going to enjoy this, she needed to relax. He slowly adjusted his knees into a comfortable position and gently kissed her hip bone. One of his fingers hooked on to her underwear, he casted his gaze upwards to make sure she was okay.
Bianca smirked before giggling at the name he called her, "Now I've gotta relax. Got it." She nodded, letting her head rest back gently and smiling, "I'll do my best." She giggled out, biting down on her bottom lip as her body anticipated something it'd never experienced before. At his kiss to her hip bone, she sighed before glancing down and nodding, "It's okay." Maybe she was nervous and totally out of her comfort zone, but she was ready to experience new things with Eli and actually know what a real relationship was like, both in and out of the bedroom, really.
Eli: He figured once this got started, she'd simmer down. There was a certain heat present in the room, his skin felt sticky. Upon receiving the reassurance, Eli hooked both his finger on the fabric and edged the the fabric down her legs, tugging it down and away from her feet. Only now was he feeling slightly nervous but managed to hide the quake in his hands very well. The boy spread her legs farther apart, moving himself closer. He wanted to start this off easy. Eli craned his neck down and kissed her inner thigh, his hands moved to her hips in order to keep them steady. Once his lips reached the area of no return, he closed his eyes and slowly went for it without a second thought. The act shocked him at first, but it was completely satisfying, and a turn on all at the same time. He lazily ran his mouth between her folds.
Bianca swallowed thickly as he slid her underwear off of her, feeling exposed now. Her legs twitched with nerves as he spread them apart, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. Suddenly his lips were kissing her inner thighs and her eyes were fluttering closed. She sucked in a breath, her body heating up from the kisses. The moment his lips met with her folds, the breath she'd been holding rushed from her and a shiver shook her body. She bit her bottom lip to contain herself as she gingerly squirmed from the pleasure she felt coursing through her body. Softly, his name fell from between her lips and her mind went numb, only thoughts of him on her mind now.
Eli: Wanted to make her moan, so bad. It was the outmost heavenly noise. He had her hips pinned down with his hands, trying to a better access to her pulsating arousal. "Fuck" the word left him breathlessly, muffled by his current actions. Eli was experimenting with position and speed, trying to find the one little place that drove all women mad. He hadn't done this enough to know exactly where it was situated on the female anatomy charts. The little nub was a hassle to find, the pea sized bundle of nerves was a nuisance, and he was happy as hell when he thought he finally found the spot. Eli was only human.
Bianca had a limited amount of movement due to Eli's hands holding her hips down, but that was probably best because his tongue and lips were driving her wild. She clenched her teeth as her toes curled, a moan pushing up from deep in her throat and drifting into the air. Her chest was already heaving as she tried to take in shallow breaths, her mouth falling open as she just let noises of pleasure leave her freely. Her fingers gently clawed at the comforter beneath her before she gripped on to it, trying to hold her body steady.
Eli: Was pleasantly overwhelmed. This was pleasurable for both parties; he never really witnessed his girlfriend like this- vulnerable and churning due to his advanced. Absentmindedly, he removed a hand from her hip and trailed it down to her folds. Eli used both his fingers and lips, swirling his tongue in patterns he never knew existed. He glanced up at her occasionally, watching the pleasure contort her features.
Bianca felt his fingers join his tongue and gasped his name. Her back arched and she swore under her breath as her body convulsed to try and deal with the overwhelming pleasure. This was the last thing she had expected to happen tonight, but she was so lost in the bliss and was so glad that it was happening. She could feel churning and knots forming in the pit of her stomach, her thighs gently shaking each time he pleasured just the right spot. Her moans were growing louder as she grew closer to her climax, whimpering with the need to let go.
Eli: His own breathing was uneven, mouth slack as he begged and struggled to keep himself at a decent pace. Eli didn't bother to make it look pretty anymore. As quickly as this all started, he could sense she was close to reaching a climax. In general, he didn't expect her to hold out for too long. The boy applied more pressure, trying to compensate for his lack of speed.
Bianca tried her best to breathe evenly, but it was hard not to hold her breath as she felt him pleasuring her between her legs. She swallowed thickly, her eyes closing and her body relaxing the best it could as she enjoyed every pulse of pleasure that ran through her body. After a few short minutes, her body arched and her toes curled, both choking and moaning out, "Eli, I-" but she could barely speak as she whimpered, right on the edge of her climax. Her eyebrows knit together and her breaths came shallow before her body tensed up, her breath getting caught in her throat. Her orgasm hit her and for a moment she couldn't move, she just felt the orgasm pulse through her. Then her cum came flowing from her and she moaned out, "Oh god, Eli." A large shiver wracking her body.
Eli: Beautiful, simply beautiful. In that moment, Eli randomly recalled a poster that Bullfrog bought as a gag gift a while back, it read; sex is art. It was, it truly damn was. Hearing her moan, his length hardened and he enjoyed the view, secretly peeping an eye open as he felt her body arch and go limp. He gathered that she reached an orgasm. Eli ran his thumb down her slit with a sense of finality, resting the side of his face against her inner thigh, giving her time to cool down. The silence wasn't even silence anymore- all he heard was his own breathing.
Bianca gently rested her body down again, her chest heaving as she buzzed with the after effects of what just occurred. She felt his head against her inner thigh and smiled, bringing a hand to his hair and running her fingers through it, "I'm gonna be really corny again and say I really, really love you." She whispered to him passionately, still in shock over the fact that he just did that for her, simply for her. Bianca propped herself up on her elbows again and smiled down at him, "Now do I get to finish what I started?" She giggled teasingly, referring to the erection she had caused. Her eyes were full of love and appreciation for him, and of course that sparkle of mischief that was always there.
Eli: He breathed a low chuckle, voice evidently scratchy. "I'd say you love to cum, not me". Even when dazed, there was always time to be a sarcastic idiot. Eli lifted himself up and off of the floor, joining her on the bed. He moved to lay beside her. "You don't have to. I've survived with my hand for years. I've grown accustomed to Blue balls". He turned his head to look at her, offering the same damn smirk.
Bianca blushed and just shook her head as a smile grew on her lips, "I love both. But I love you the most." Her eyes followed him as he joined her in bed, her body still laying back in a relaxed manner. She rolled her eyes at his response, playfully tackling him back so he was laying on the bed fully with his head on the pillows, "Oh hush you." The brunette giggled, hovering above him with a smirk on her lips, "I'm much more satisfying than your hand." Leaning in, she began to trail kisses along his neck, her tongue playfully caressing his skin.
Eli: Eli chuckled again, and he could feel the pressure of the laughs in his stomach, due to laying down. He had to admit, he was horny... And if Bianca was desperately willing.... "I don't doubt it". Mumbling, he moved back further onto the bed and rested his head on the few pillows he had. He extended his right hand, resting it above his head. He grumbled playfully, casting his hooded eyes downwards. Eli ran his hands down her back, reaching for the hem of her shirt.
Bianca smiled, completely in love with the man below her, it was hard to even comprehend. She felt his hand sliding down her back, making her feel warm from the inside out. Leaning back up, she kissed his lips before moving back down to his collarbone. Her lips left sweet kisses along his collarbone, her fingers trailing down each side of his body.
Eli: "you're beautiful". Eli managed to choke the compliment, his lone hand slipping underneath her shirt- he fingered her spine, running his palm along the surface. The warmest feeling heated his neck and ran all the way up to his scalp. He felt his stomach clench, which was a natural reaction to being aroused. Bianca's kisses peppered his skin, and he oddly felt like they were connecting on a deeper level- without thoughts of doubt.
Bianca beamed over his compliment, glancing up to meet his eyes, "Thanks." She whispered out. The brunette hummed against his skin as she felt his hand dancing along her bare back. She started to kiss down his body now, taking her time as she left open mouth kisses randomly on his chest, then down to his stomach. Her eyes glanced up at him to make sure he was okay with this as her mouth grew closer and closer to his clothed erection.
Eli: Breathed deeply, biting his cheek. He wasn't the type who was very vocal. It was hard to digest the idea that the hottest girl at Degrassi, who also happened to be his girlfriend, wanted to fondle his Netherlands. Eli ended up placing both his hands behind his head, clenching the pillow. Drawing a tight smile, he silently gave her a green light- like she even needed permission to do this.
Bianca smirked over the look she saw on his face, a bit nervous that she may not live up to what he expected. Kissing around his naval, she moved downwards and gave just above his waistband a few teasing kisses. She hooked her fingers onto his already undone jeans and pulled them down and off his body. The tent in his boxers made her blush, but she smiled. Teasingly, she kissed the very peak of the tent, giggling as she did so. Bianca glanced at him as she began to tug his boxers off of him, biting her lip when his erect member came in to full view for her. Her fingertips trailed up along his length, it was in her nature to be a tease, really.
Eli: arched his back and lifted his ass, helping her kick off his jeans. He was so hard and sensitive- it was only slightly embarrassing. A dick wasn't exactly the most beautiful part of the male anatomy, he knew.... And the vulnerable feeling of being completely exposed was only catching up to him now. If she didn't stop the teasing, he figured he'd cum in his pants before any of this even started, but He hid his nerves well, tilting his head upwards and stared at the ceiling. His adbomen clenched, sinking deeper into the mattress. As her finger slithered up his shaft, he clenched his eyes in surprise. Oddly enough, there wasn't a bone in his body that wasn't enjoying this.
Bianca smiled to herself, enjoying watching him react to her teasing. Her hands spread on each of his thighs, caressing them as she leaned herself forward. Her mouth closed around his tip, sucking on it and letting her tongue swirling around before she pushed more of his length into her mouth. She didn't take all of his cock just yet, instead she bobbed her head along a good part of his length, sucking on him with a bit more pressure than before.
Eli: This was by far better than lonely nights with his hand. Eli groaned at the initial contact, opening an eye to watch her lips envelope the tip of his length. He turned his head to the side, burying it in his pillow. At this rate, he wouldn't hold out for too long. The once composed and normally silent Eli fluttered away within the span of a few minutes, he found his chest heaving slowly, and his fingers digging into the back of his pillow- all of his muscles were tight and taught. He wanted more of her, as selfish as that possibly sounded.
Bianca kept up the bobbing of her head for a moment, watching him react so naturally, as if he couldn't hold back the reactions as much as he'd like. Pulling back, she smiled again to herself. She pressed her tongue to his base and slowly licked up his length before she enclosed her mouth around him again. This time, she slowly took him into her mouth, pushing his length farther in until he was down her throat. The brunette took his full length, sucking on him as best she could as she slightly choked on his cock, but she had done this enough to be an expert.
Eli: 's lips were parted but he closed them in order to bite his cheek, capturing a moan that dare try to escape. He could feel himself coming closer and closer to a peak but wanted to hold out for a little while longer. The act of her tongue running along his cock caused his leg to twitch, and he seethed a breath. . "F-Fuck". Eli's never whimpered in his life. He warned her gently, wanting her to know that if she continued doing the tongue thing, he wouldn't be able to hold out for long. He lifted his head as she choked but the feeling of worry subsided with pleasure, and his head fell quickly back onto the pillow.
Bianca was completely satisfied with the fact that he was slowly losing control. She wanted to undo him and just bring him pleasure that he'd crave more of from her. Hearing his whimper, her eyes widened in a bit of surprise, but she liked hearing that from him. As his head fell back on the pillow, she pulled back to catch her breath before putting him back in her mouth. She bobbed her head, pushing his length all the way in each time as she started to suck on him.
Eli: Scrunched his face and adjusted his back, which caused his hips to jolt forward. It was a reflex and he mumbled a lazy apology before losing himself to the bliss. "Bianca". He gasped her name lowly, warning her yet again that he was on the verge of reaching his climax. Eli wasn't sure how she'd react to the semen. Therefore, he wanted to forewarn her. The boy only lasted for a few more scattered moments. "I-" he stopped himself from uttering a sentence and simply groaned instead, gritting his teeth. He finally orgasmed and his whole body went limp, releasing the product of his arousal.
Bianca giggled at his apology, just letting it go since it was fine to her. Hearing her name from his lips was like heaven, a beautiful song for her ears to enjoy. She wasn't about to stop now, so she continued the movement of her head, sucking slightly more harshly as she watched him growing closer to his climax. As he finally reached it, she slowed the bobbing of her head, just milking him till he went limp. Swallowing what he had shot into her month, she pulled back and wiped her lips before she moved to lay beside him. Bianca laid on her side and just looked at him, smiling softly as she reached over and brushed the hair on his forehead to the side.
Eli: After the release, his member was hypersensitive. He felt his stomach convulse in mock pain, groaning to ease the tension. Eli's pulse was still unsteady and he happily closed his eyes as she moved to lay beside him, he removed his arms away from the back of his head and dropped them to his sides. "Thanks". He felt her fingers on his forehead and opened his eyes, snorting a laugh. Now he felt overly exposed and excessively stupid for moaning earlier.
Bianca knit her eyebrows together and laughed, "Thanks? What are you thanking me for?" She giggled, admiring the features of his face before she smiled softly, "Tonight turned out to be one of my best nights in a really long time." Resting her hand on his chest, she let her fingertips dance lazily on his skin, "So.. Would you be interested in a shower before bed? Or do I have to go alone?" She giggled softly, wanting just a little more time of intimacy with him before they both passed out from exhaustion.
Eli: "Thanks for saving me the jerk off". He explained himself better, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile. "I'm glad". Eli knew the shower was right across the hall, close to his parents bedroom, but he was willing to take the risk. He didn't even know if they were home; he assumed and hoped they weren't. Turning his head to look at her, a smirk pulled at his expression. "I'm interested- last one there needs to make coffee in the morning". Propping himself up on his elbows, he was getting ready to bolt.
Bianca laughed again, shaking her head, "You never have to thank me for that, Eli. What I do know about relationships is you shouldn't ever have to use your own hand again." She smirked, completely content with her life in that very moment. Her smile grew and she narrowed her eyes playfully at him, "You just wanna see me run half naked." She giggled, giving that to him anyways by rolling over and getting out of bed to run towards the door.
Eli: "You don't have to use your hand either- or vibrator, whatever it is that you women use". Eli always imagined Bianca to be the type of girl who didn't have sexual boundaries when it came to pleasuring herself. He wiggled his brows, obviously just trying to get a rise out of her. "Definitely". He sprang up and trotted towards the door, jamming the handle down. Eli was, of course, fully naked and he tried to streak across the hall as fast as humanely possible.
Bianca smirked, "Hm, good to know." She said simply, not wanting to give anything away just to keep him guessing about her. She giggled as the two quietly, but quickly made their way towards the bathroom. Rushing across the hall, she got into the bathroom first and smirked at him. To tease him, she kept herself in his view and took her shirt off before undoing her bra, now completely naked in the bathroom, waiting for him.
Eli: Eli's cow lick was present, and he stopped himself at the doorway, leaning against the frame for a moment. He found himself dumbfounded and sheepishly grinning, admiring his girlfriend. Not that looks were his main priority... But he completely lucked out and somehow ended up with an incredibly hot girlfriend. Completely disregarding Bianca, he closed the door behind him and walked over the shower, turning the faucet. Eli smirked, pretending not be affected by her. He knew she was trying to be a tease.
Bianca glanced at her boyfriend as he admired her, obviously, and just smiled shyly. As he turned the shower on, she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Her bare skin softly pressed to his as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She gave his neck a kiss before she pulled away, stepping into the now warm shower. Glancing back at him, she held her hand out for him, "Come on. I don't bite, unless you'd like me to." She teased him with a playful glint in her eyes.
Eli: Eli felt her beasts on his back and he huffed a smile, shaking his head after she left a kiss on his neck. Women were so soft compared to men, her skin felt supple and warm. Meanwhile Eli felt calloused compared to his girlfriend. "I don't mind it rough". Joking, he joined her beneath the shower head and shook matted hair away from his eyes. As far as soap goes, all he had displayed was Men's head and Shoulders shampoo, a bottle of old spice body wash, and a random bar of soap. He figured she wouldn't mind.
Bianca hit his shoulder gently as she laughed over his words, "Oh really? Dork." She smiled as he joined her, her eyes bright as they looked at him, "I've never felt good like this after.. something like that. It's really nice." Her words were a tad shy, trying to express herself, but she wasn't so good at it. She placed her head beneath the spray of water and let it wet her curls down, running her hands over the now flat hair.
Eli: Eli took the light hit, his playful tones dissapearing with her next confession. He pursed his lips and kept a reply at bay, avoiding the chance of saying something he'd regret. It was hard to fathom that this whole day started off horribly; arguing with an old man who harassed his girlfriend. Gently, He put his hands on her waist and turned her around, in order for her back to face him. Eli reached for his bottle of shampoo and squeezed a portion of the blue soap into his hand. "I hope you don't mind men's shampoo". He mumbled, hinting that he was trying to wash her hair.
Bianca glanced down at the floor, not sure if what she said was okay or she'd said something wrong. She smiled shyly as he took her waist before turning her around. Glancing back at him, she smirked, "As long as you don't mind me smelling like a man." She joked before she nodded her head, "It's okay with me." She gently brought her hair to behind her shoulders for him, smiling happily to herself.
Eli: "Citrus fresh is sexy as hell". He teased, referring to the actual scent of the shampoo. "Tilt your head back". Eli took the large dollop of soap and carefully kneaded the substance into her scalp, working his way down to the tips of her hair. Most of it was washed away by the stream of water as soon as he applied it. It was odd washing someone else's hair; especially someone who had so damn much of it.
Bianca smiled widely, feeling oddly comfortable with him at that moment. Listening to him, she tilted her head back and giggled as he massaged the soap into her hair, "I've never had anyone wash my hair for me. I feel very special right now." She had a hint of teasing in her voice as the soap washed from her hair and slid down her body.
Eli: "having a girlfriend is hard labor". He quipped, clearly joking but feigned a tiresome tone. Eli ran his fingers down Bianca's matted locks, making sure that the soap was gone and scurrying down her frame, towards the drain. Soon after he finished with her hair, he placed both of his hands on her shoulder, gently massaging the muscles. "I should be getting paid by the hour". Sarcasm oozed from his stance and tone.
Bianca pouted, but giggled through it, "Hey, you don't have to keep me around." She playfully remarked back to him. She sighed softly, feeling his hands moving towards her shoulders. As she felt him massage her shoulders, she blushed fiercely, a large smile appearing on her face. After a satisfied hum, she smirked, "I'll pay you in sex." She joked, her shoulders deflating in a relaxed manner, "I'm certain I've said this before, but you're really way too good to me."
Eli: "Who would I waste my time on?" Smirking, Eli tilted his head downwards, leaving a long kiss on the upper portion of her back. He continued working his fingers, particularity his thumb, into her shoulders. "Pay me in morning coffee- and sex". Retorting a comment, he continued the joke. He didn't think he was too good to her; this was a relationship, he figured things like these came naturally. "I doubt it, I do what's right. Even if we weren't together, I'd do these things- minus the sex". He laughed, shrugging. Eli wasn't the only one, the rest of the Outsiders had her back. As much as she liked to fend for herself, there were people who cared about her existence.
Bianca pouted once more, this time keeping it sad, "Ouch. Mean boyfriend." She couldn't stop herself from smirking afterwards, just like she couldn't stop her eyes from fluttering closed as he worked his thumb into the kinks of her shoulder. A smile lazily graced her lips, "Fine, fine. Coffee and sex." She sighed, her body simply wanting to melt into him until she didn't know where he began and she ended. Opening her eyes, she nodded, "We came close to sex before we got together though." She teased slightly before taking on a sweeter tone, "But you do more than you think. I mean, you love me. That's a pretty hard thing to do." She let out a breathy laugh, turning her head to glance at him.
Eli: Eli was surprised she brought up their past. "We came close to sex because you seduced me". He argued playfully, adding to the banter. As she turned her head, he dropped his hands from her shoulders and slithered them around her wait, hugging her from behind. "I have a hard head. Honestly, I think you think of yourself too harshly. You misrepresent yourself". He paused, pursing his lips into a small smile. "And as much as this shower, if we use all the hot water, Cece's true colours will show". Eli knew they should finish up before his parents come home to a house missing warm water.
Bianca thought back to their days of hooking up, "Maybe I seduced you to distract you from how I really felt." She smirked, though her words really were true in a way. At first it had been fun and games with Eli, but it had quickly turned to much more for her. Her face lit up as he brought his arms around her and held her to him. She placed her hands over his and leaned back gently, looking up at him before sighing, "Maybe I do. I haven't really had many people in my life who've made me feel good." She saw his smile and smiled along with him, leaning up to kiss his cheek, "A few more minutes." Turning her body to face him, she slid her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for the moment.
Eli: Furrowed his brows. He never thought of it in such a way before. "How did you feel?" Blunt as ever, he asked the question. The memories that were shoved between the brackets of introducing himself to her for the first time and hooking up was possibly the most emotionally draining part of Eli's high school life- they were always chasing one another, too timid to elaborate on feelings. "Maybe it simply took time to find the right people". As she turned to face him, he sighed and played with the tips of her hair. Honestly, he took a shower this morning.. He was just here because Bianca was.
Bianca knit her eyebrows together, a bit taken back by his question. She took a moment, resting her head on his shoulder and watching as his chest moved with his breath. Biting her lip, she finally just sighed, "I don't know. At first, I just thought you were hot. I was always looking for someone I could fool around with... Your lips were really nice.. But you were so kind to be, in that sarcastic way of yours. I've had other guy friends before, but you were the only one who ever made me wonder what it'd be like if we were more. When I started to like you, I pushed you away and found distractions. But really, I just felt so safe and comforted when I was with you. So happy and.. everything I hate admitting to, basically." She laughed softly at herself, her fingertips dancing along his back, "I was a fuck up until I met you guys.. I mean, I still fuck up all the time, just not like in my past." Maybe he was right, but she had always felt like she never deserved the friends she somehow had now.
Eli: Eli listened tentatively. In the beginning, he was a pawn in a game... and so was she. He'd be a liar if he couldn't admit they used each other for sexual whims. "Happiness isn't a crime, you know". Teasing her, he shook his head. "And this all brings us back to a very important point; the loser always gets the girl". He referred to the nickname she gave him; loser. Which, in a certain perspective, he was a loser- a hopeless weirdo who chased a girl long enough until she finally caved. Eli felt stable around Bianca, she wasn't the only one who was dependant on their whirlwind of a romantic relationship. "You're growing up, Bianca. We're all more mature. Mistakes are inevitable". Everyone makes mistakes- being a teenager was part of the torture.
Bianca rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips, "I know, it just feels odd to me." Looking up at him, her smile grew and she let a soft giggle escape from between her lips, "I'm pretty sure you had me the moment you kissed me. Those lips, they're my weakness." She admitted, still smiling with a twinkle in her eye. When he mentioned mistakes, her smile faded quickly and she nodded, "Of course.. We better get out before we use up that hot water, remember? Anyways, I'm getting tired." She gave the corner of his lips a sweet kiss, "By the way, you really don't have to cuddle with me at night. I know that poor arm of yours always goes numb." She laughed, though she did mean her words.
Eli: "You had me at hello". His eyes crinkled with a mischievous glint, playing the sentence with sarcastic intentions. Though, the curve of his smirk faltered when she seemed to recoil, disregarding the idea of mistakes. Eli only sighed, huffing as she kissed the bow of his lips. "It's fine. Would it be masochistic to say I enjoy the numbness?". Still joking around, the boy pulled away from their embrace and turned the water off. He shook his head, drawing water from his matted locks. "Stay here, I'll face the bitter air and get towels". Seething at the contact of cool air, Eli s opened a portion of the shower curtain and stepped out of the shower and went to grab two linen towels. He wrapped one around his waist before trudging back over to the shower, opening the curtain to toss her the object.
Bianca rolled her eyes, but her face beamed with brightness. Even though she knew he was joking around, his words were adorable and sweet. She glanced down to the floor before she brought a smile back on to her face, giggling to herself, "Whatever you like, Goldsworthy." She shook her head, taking a step back as he turned the water off. She started to wring her hair out, glancing at him and smirking, "How sweet and gentleman like of you." The brunette got water out of her hair as he got them towels, smiling as he handed one over to her. Wrapping it around her body, she stepped out, giving him cheek a kiss, "So do I get to wear some of your clothes?" She giggled, planning to no matter what.
Eli: Eli rolled his eyes- his collection of shirts was beginning to simmer to nothing, not that he truly minded. She flaunted them better anyway. "It's not enough that you smell like me, you must steal my clothing as well?". Snorting an abrupt laugh, he ran a hand through his damp bangs and held his towel in place with the other. He walked towards the door, and picked her shirt and bra off do the floor while on his way, bunching the two objects in one hand. Eli didn't dare throw them in the dirty laundry hamper. He glanced back to explain himself. "If Cece find your bra and shirt in the hamper, she'll taunt you until she goes blue in the face-". He chuckled, and turned his head forward. "I'll throw them in the wash, when I do a load of my own shit".
Bianca gave a shrug of her shoulders, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips, "I mean, I could just sleep naked if you wanted." She teased him, her smirk growing into a smile. She felted comforted by his smell and his soft, warm clothing. She felt comforted by everything about Eli, she was lucky in that way. Her eyebrows rose and she shook her head, "Eli, you don't have to do my laundry. I can always do it myself. You already do enough for me." The girl would always struggle with him doing things for her, it always felt odd to her.
Eli: "I agree". He wiggled his brows, teasing her. "It's fine. I'll just throw it in with my load. With the amount of water we just wasted, doing loads together will save energy". Eli felt a chill run down his back and he nudged his head to the side, reaching for the door handle with a smile. "Let's get a move on or we'll freeze".
Bianca smirked, "I would sleep naked, but I don't think your parents would appreciate that under their roof." She laughed, enjoying teasing him. With a gentle sigh, she let her shoulders deflate, "Alright, fine. But one of these days, I'm actually going to do something for you rather than you do everything for me." She smiled and nodded, following him out the door and over to his room. Her hands held up the towel around her, but once he closed his bedroom door, she took the towel off and brought it to her hair to dry it instead. She really didn't care about being naked in front of him, she was comfortable enough with herself.
Unfinished, but what happens next is: Bianca and Eli get ready for bed. Once in bed, Bianca asks to stay at the Goldsworthy home for a little while and Eli tells her she can. The two fall asleep peacefully. The end.
