#theres the undo button ofc

[serendipitous-mage]

op this shit was VIVID (trigger warning: op's post contents - some gore/blood and blurry/implied animal bodies)

(other than the bright reds and the white in the last panel, everything was color picked from my dash with how i saw the post, greens/browns/low contrast reds were all from op's avatar :3 was trying to keep As Much of the vibe as possible)

Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.

[lucaonthropy]

Some doods

[t0mcruize123]

Lonely in your nightmare…

I know you’ve got it in your head

I’ve seen that look before

….

Because you’re so lonely in your nightmare

Let me in

This is a John Anderton smut from the movie minority report and contains some hardcore kinda 18+ shi people may find quite horrifying and worthy of jail time so proceed at ur own risk guys🤓 this is ofc for @mqverick so I hope u enjoy it bae it’s all for uuu🫶 Xx

Theres a Chance I could spontaneously burst into flames at any moment.

Johns voice is barely above a whisper as his lips move across my skin; I feel every syllable as goose bumps spread down my neck and across my chest. I have been betrayed by my body from the second he put his hands on both sides of my head and leaned in.

He's barely touched me and yet I'm ready to melt into a puddle at his feet.

He’d come home in a quiet mood and I’d barely had the chance to question him on it before his mouth had been on mine and his hands had been roaming my body freely.

I don't know whether it's the proximity, the sheer adrenaline, or the desire, but every rational thought disappears, and I crush my mouth against his.

He wastes no time sinking his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck, gripping tightly. His free hand slips around my body and palms my ass, making me moan into his mouth.

John is everywhere at once; all I can do is hold on to him and take it, and when his mouth travels down my neck, sucking and nipping, I’m practically panting.

He sinks to his knees in front of me, tugging at his collar and undoing the top button of his shirt. With messy hair from where I've held on to it and flushed cheeks, he looks up at me. His hands run from my ankle to my knee, then back down again, and yep, still close to melting territory. "You sure?"

"Do you have a pen and paper for me to draw you a map?"

I'm making jokes. Why am I making jokes? Why do I find how unimpressed with me he looks right now so funny? And hot?

"I don't joke about consent,” he says softly, leaning forward to kiss the inside of my knee.

"I'm sure." I don't know why I'm sure. I'm sure I shouldn't be sure.

I shouldn't like how he looks hooking my leg over his shoulder. I'm definitely sure I shouldn't be enjoying his tongue running up the inside of my thigh.

He pulls the material of the dress to the side, and when I put on this dress earlier, this is not how I saw the evening turning out. I hear a groan of approval when his mouth gets closer to the apex of my thighs, and he realizes I'm not wearing any panties.

The anticipation is killing me. I know he's doing it on purpose, getting closer and closer, but not doing anything meaningful.

I'm about to open my mouth to tell him to hurry up when his tongue runs between my folds, circling my clit slowly. A loud, desperate moan echoes around the room. I don't even realize the noise came from me until I feel his shoulders move because the jackass laughs.

Fingers tickle up the back of my thighs until they can't go any farther. His huge hands sink into my ass, squeezing at the same time he sucks my clit into his mouth in a way that makes me feel like I'm floating.

I'm a wreck. A writhing, moaning, shaking wreck. Shit. I don't even need to be looking at his face to realize how arrogant he is right now, not that I could- it's buried pretty deep between my thighs.

Sinking my hands into his hair for something to hold on to, a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat and the butterflies in my stomach freaking multiply.

I want to say something smart, sass him in some way. Not give him the satisfaction of knowing hes turned me into a whimpering mess in a matter of minutes.

One of his hands moves from my ass cheeks, and when I look down, a pair of dark eyes are staring back at me. They stay burning into me, watching me closely as two of his fingers slide into me, finding my G-spot in seconds.

Fuck. His pace increases as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, perfectly coordinated with his tongue, and if he wasn't holding up my entire body with his mouth, Id have toppled over by now.

The feeling keeps building, hands tug harder at his hair as I cry out, my heel digging into the hard muscles of his back as I desperately try to move my hips to ride his fingers.

"John,” I whimper. I'm wound so impossibly tight I can't breathe. "John, I'm going to cu-“

I don't even get the words out as every part of me spasms and I scream, everything tingling and throbbing as I tighten around him, bucking and thrashing, pleasure and heat flooding my entire body.

Removing his fingers and mouth, he leans back so he can look up at me properly, wearing the smuggest expression I've ever seen as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.

Oh fuck.

Our mouths smash into each other in a crazed, drunk, display of built-up sexual frustration, and I taste myself on his gleaming blush lips. Gripping the back of my thighs, he lifts me, letting my legs wind around his waist.

There's nothing romantic about what's happening. My body is pushed between his and the door, our tongues fight for dominance as his hands sink into my ass cheeks. A tortured whimper escapes my lips when he grinds his pelvis into me, and I feel how hard he is.

Trailing his mouth along my jawline, he nibbles at the spot beneath my ear, making my whole body quiver. "Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

"You tell me." My hard words lose their impact when he sucks on my neck, and I literally moan them. Before I know what's happening, he sets me down on the edge of the bed and crouches to my feet to take off my shoes.

It amazes me how he can switch from rough to gentle in seconds. When my shoes are off, I tuck my feet beneath my ass and watch him stand. There's a small moment of quiet where we just look at each other. My heart is still hammering, blood burning beneath my skin, everything is sweet and hypersensitive.

His eyes are pouring into mine, so I dont miss the flash of suprise when my hands reach for his belt. "Can I?"

"Fuck yes."

He helps me strip him down until hes standing in front of me in only his boxers, which is the moment I realize there is absolutely no way it will fit in my mouth, or anywhere else for that matter.

John is smirking as I sit gobsmacked. I shake it off because Im not a quitter, and I'm certainly not giving him the satisfaction of telling him how big it is.

My hands up the front of his thighs as i watch him take himself out, tightening his fist around the base and pumping a few times. He bends down and kisses me on the forehead. "Tell me to stop if I'm too rough, okay?"

One hand holds the back of my neck, and the other guides his hard dick toward me. "Stick your tongue out, baby."

I do as I'm told, much to his immediate delight, swirling it against the head, tasting the heady-salty taste on my tongue.

"That's a good girl" I wrap my lips around the tip and suck gently. His hand leaves my neck and immediately sinks into my hair.

"Fuuck" He moans loudly, and just like that, I lose my ability to wait for orders.

Placing my hands on the front of his thighs, I lean forward, taking him until he hits the back of my throat, and I splutter.

A series of expletives echo around the room. His other hand sinks into my hair on the other side as I take control. I wrap my hand around the base and move it in rhythm with my mouth, moaning and gagging, looking up at him with watery eyes.

His head falls back, stomach muscles flexing, deep, satisfied grunts as his hips drive forward, nudging deeper. "So fucking good, baby. You are so fucking good."

His thrusts get harder and sloppy, telling me how close he is, "Oh, fuck.”

His hands tighten in my hair as he orgasms, and I swallow everything he gives me, eyes still watering and throat raw.

I clean up the corner of my mouth with my thumb, licking it clean. "I still feel bratty" I tease. "And impatient."

His laugh is deep, spearing me in a way I'm not used to. A content, post-orgasm glow has flushed his cheeks, his eyes are glossy and wild, and he looks beautiful. "You're unbelievable."

John lifts under my arms to pull me to my feet, tugging at the strap of my dress. "This needs to come off."

"Who's the bossy one now?" I spin on the spot so he can pull down the zip. His lips drop to my shoulder, kissing me all over while he pulls down the straps, and the material falls to my feet.

My entire body feels like it's filled with frantic, untamed energy.

He's being so controlled and slow, purposely torturing me, dragging out the inevitable pleasure. When his hand palms my breasts from behind and his fingers roll my nipples, my ass instinctively rubs against him.

"Ask me nicely" he whispers into my ear. "Then I’ll fuck you so good."

The more john tells me to ask nicely, the closer I get to telling him to fuck himself. I brush his hands off from where they're exploring my body and crawl into the middle of the bed, propping myself up on the cushions. His knee drops onto the bed to follow, but I press against his chest with my foot to stop him from getting any farther.

"Stand at the end of the bed."

He looks confused but curious, eyes narrowing as he walks to the end of the bed. My fingers slip below the material of my panties, shimmying them down my legs.

His eyes widen when he realizes what I'm doing, and he leans forward to grip the bed frame. I spread my legs as wide as they'll go, giving him the perfect view of how dripping wet my pussy is, he'll have no problem watching me plunge two fingers into my self. "Mhmm, John.”

The slick, wet sound is the only noise in the room, other small cries and moans and the occasional "Jesus Christ" from him.

His dick is already hard again, protruding proudly from his pelvis with cum glistening on the end. I take turns circling my fingers against my swollen clit and pumping them in and out of me while John looks like he's combusting.

I think it's the moaning of his name that's doing it and how my back arches as I grind into my hand. "Ask nicely, I tease. "And Ill let you fuck me"

"You're an evil woman" he grumbles, hand rubbing over his face, "Let me make you feel good.”

He moves to the drawer and pulls out a condom, tearing the packet and rolling it onto himself. Crawling slowly toward me, he settles between my thighs and reaches for a spare pillow, instructing me to lift my hips so he can put it under the bottom of my back.

I can't concentrate on what I'm supposed to be doing to myself because he's on his knees between my legs, body looking like its been sculpted by the actual gods and a thick, long, hard dick. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Yes, I do.

John leans his body over mine, one arm supporting his weight and the other gently cradling my head. I reach between us, rub the head over my clit, making us both shudder, and line him up.

"I'll be gentle" he murmurs, affectionately nudging his nose against mine.

I sink my teeth into his bottom lip, immediately running my tongue over the same spot. "Don't be gentle. Fuck me like you hate me."

He holds the back of my head to keep my mouth next to his, absorbing my loud, satisfied cry when he slides in, stretching me slowly.

“I'm going to fuck you like this tight little pussy is mine. You'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

I'm soaking wet and gripping him so fucking good, it's hard to believe I'm expected to do anything else ever again.

It's taking every shred of self-control for John stay still and let me adjust, knowing my bossy ass will let him know when im ready.

"You just had to give me all of it, didn't you? Fucking show-off.”

My fingertips travel across the planes of his back as my hips begin to move, the sign he needs to pull back and thrust forward again.

"I'm only giving you half" my hooded eyes snap wide open, and I sit up to look down at where our bodies join. "But I think you can take more."

Pulling back, he thrusts forward as far as he can until he meets resistance. My nails sink into his shoulders, and my arching back pushing my stomach into his, “Oh my God."

"You feel so fucking good, such a perfect pussy." My legs wrap around his hips, ankles crossing at the bottom of his back, tightening to keep him there deep inside me.

"John,” i whispers like a prayer. His head falls to my shoulder, pressing his lips to my collarbone, then up my neck until our mouths are crushed together, a desperate thrashing of tongues and lips.

One hand tugs my hair, and the other claws at my back. Im so close; I writhe beneath him, my breath hitches when the end of his cock brushes against my G-spot, my face twists with ecstasy when he goes deeper.

He removes the hand cradling my head and slip it between us, thumb rubbing against my swollen clit until my whole body is arching and my jaw drops.

"Come all over my cock,,” he murmurs, “Give it to me."

My entire body tightens as i cry his name into his shoulder, nails sinking so deep I'd be surprised if i havent drawn blood. With my pussy pulsing around him as he slows down, john press his lips against my forehead and roll us over so he’s on his back. His cock still buried inside of me, my body is soft and limp on his chest.

"That was . .. " i pant, "You are . .. Did you come?"

"Not yet. I wanna watch you ride me."

My eyes shine as a coy smile envelops my face. He knows he’s fucking in for it now.

I sit up straight, sliding down his dock slowly until I’ve taken every inch. I feel him everywhere all at once and my thighs instantly dampen without a sliver of space to move.

"Like this?" I asks gently, brushing the hair from my face. He nods with his lip pulled into a slight smirk, his hands sinking into my hips.

My hips swirl and grind down and I smile at the breath caught in Johns throat, “Or like this?”

"Yeah, baby, just like that" his voice is so strained i force his cock in even deeper. Placing my hands on his stomach, I lift up and down and try to focus on the movement rather than the flutter of his eyelids or the gleam to his lips. A bolt of pleasure crashes into us hard and he grips my hips so hard I’ll have marks for days.

"You're incredible, fucking incredible."

Every rock of my hips is the perfect rhythm, and I'm losing my mind. He snaps his hips up as I come down, and my head falls back.

"Right there, yeah, right there ..”

Collapsing onto his chest, Johns fingers reach up to grip my hair.

Still rocking back against his thrust, the satisfying sound of slapping skin echoes around the room, and I'm suddenly glad we’re alone in this bed.

Johns body is perfect; strong and flexible, but none of that even matters when it comes to how fucking good it is feeling an orgasm rip through him.

"You gonna come for me again?" He teases as my legs tremble and my fingers dig into his skin.

John mumbles something incoherent under his breath, his flushed skin shimmering under the bedroom light, an exhausted, satiated look on his face while I takes every inch like a fucking champion.

John wraps his arm around my waist to keep a hold and slips his other between our joined bodies. Applying light pressure to my clit, sends me shattering and crying out for more. My hips buck as I ride out the orgasm, and John crushes his hand down on my lips, muffling my screams.

He slaps his hand against my ass cheek, rolling me onto my back again. Pulling out of me, I whimper in disappointment and he flips me onto my stomach. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabs me wrists and pins then to the bed above, locking me in.

"I can't go again." I moan, "I can't."

He tugs my hips until my ass is in the air and pulls my hair back in a makeshift ponytail, “You wanna stop?"

I Look back over my shoulder and shake my head, my thighs dripping and my eyes hooded.

"Good, hold on to the bed,”' my hands reach out and grip the bars of my bed frame, head resting against a pillow as he positions himself behind me.

I genuinely don't think I've ever been this wet. His wrists pin mine down so tightly I moan in a mix of pleasure and pain and his cock takes extra time to circle over my sensitive clit, leaving my whole body shuddering. He lines up and sinks into me again, and I meet his thrusts as he pushes forward. My ass bounces off him and he goes even harder, his hands perfectly meeting the curves of my hips.

“Whose pussy is this?” He murmurs and pushes my face further into the bed.

“John,” I moan as saliva dribbles down my lips, “it’s yours.”

He instantly runs his tongue along my shoulder to me neck, tasting the salty sheen on my skin. One hand snakes up my body to my tits and the other cups between my legs, feeling his cock move in and out as I bounce in rhythm. My entire body trembles, my chest heaves, and my pussy throbs.

“It’s too much, too good- I can’t”

"Don't be a quitter,” his fingers slowly tease me, deliberate and controlled and my hips buck and grind, eyes rolling back. His mouth crashed against mine as I screamed, squeezing him so fucking right he could barely hold back, spilling deep inside me.

His hand wrapped around my throat and pulled me closer to his face, our lips only inches apart and our breath combined as one. His eyes looked down into mine with an insatiable desire, and I whimpered as his thumb slid across my lips. Dipping his fingers into my mouth, I sucked the tips eagerly, tasting myself and john with a small moan. I never once broke eye contact and his fingers only moved further down my throat, allowing me to taste all of him.

Fuck I loved this side of him. But not nearly as much as I loved his whiny, submissive side. He’d almost forgotten he was about to get fucked in the ass soon with a 6 inch strap; but he was blinded by his need to have me suck him like a good girl.

I drew back with a small smile, “You don’t get to cum yet John. I want to be deep in your ass when you orgasm, desperate for release.”

His eyes widened ever so slightly in surprise and I pushed him back onto the bed. A smirk pulled at his lips as I spun him onto his back, my lips sliding down his bare back.

“How do you like the roles being reversed?” My fingers scraped through his hair as I pushed his face further into the bed. I reached into the drawer at the side and pulled out the strap on. Applying a generous amount of lube, I lined it up with his ass and pushed John further into the matress. When the strap on was attached and he was sweating and ready, I slowly pushed into the hole. John instantly hissed from the stinging burn and moaned in a blissful mix of pleasure and pain.

“Oh fuck fuck,” I’d barely pushed in and he was a moaning mess, writhing beneath me and hot with a thin layer of sweat. I pushed the wet hair away from his sticky forehead and allowed him time to adjust to the strap.

I bent over his back and my tits brushed against his skin, so I could whisper in his ear,

"Theres a good boy for me, now tell me when I can start moving again.”

He inhaled sharply and after a few moments he nodded with a slight pant. I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in again, thrusting at an angle that drove him insane. His moans were the most divine sound and as I slammed into his body, I sucked and kissed all over his back and neck, leaving bruises and hickeys in my wake.

“Fuckk I’m gonna cum, oh fuck, god I’m close,” he was whining and moaning and begging as I drove him closer and closer to the edge but refused to let him release.

“Not yet John,” I stopped again and he moaned in fustration and pleading. His whole body shook with pleasure and I pulled his hips impossibly closer to mine. He desperately tried to buck his hips back onto the strap with little success.

“I need to cum fuck,” he whined and I rubbed my hands up and down his aching thighs. I knew it was cruel and I’d be punished later but I was having too much fun with this.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No god no,” he panted as I pounded into him once more. His neck flushed pink with heat and his hands gripped the frame tightly.

“Flip over John,” I panted, grinding my teeth together, “Go onto your back.”

His shaky arms lifted himself up and he rolled over onto his back to please me. My eyes met his, and I slowly pushed into him, knowing it wouldn’t take much to get him to cum in this state. I put my hands on the sides of his hips and I was surprised John had lasted this long. My tongue glided across his adams apple and my teeth scraped across the sensitive skin at his neck. He was visibly trembling now, begging for release, moaning for more, straining to have me fill him deeper.

Johns hand travelled lower to his own dick and I pinned his hands above to stop him from touching himself.

“Please,” John whined, unable to deny another orgasm. I smiled as my lips separated from his neck and I pushed into him one final time.

“Good boy,” I murmured into his ear as my hand lowered to wrap around his cock. Cum splattered all over his thighs and I thrusted so he could ride out the orgasm. I slowly drew out of him and realised just how much of a mess we’d made.

I unhooked the harness and put the strap on the bedside table. His face was flushed with sweat and he was still panting for breath, dripping and trembling in a moaning mess. I kissed him once more, sucking on his tongue and feeling our saliva drip from our chins before getting up to shower.

“Where do you think you’re going without me?” He pulled himself up and shoved me into the shower door, pressing my hands behind my back and turning on the shower head.

“John I can’t go again,” his mouth crashed against mine before I could complain, a low groan coming from the back of his throat.

“Oh you can,” the corner of his lip lifted in a menacing fashion, “And you will.”

[gothsailor]

i finally have been wanting to draw but ofc whenever this happens my tablet fucks up

first i need a new pen now im waiting on a new cord

and pts doesnt work anymore so i need to use mspaint

why does the universe hate me and my dumb drawings

i say this as i have physical art supplies but hey,,,, theres no undo button for that i cant handle that level of commitment

[ritingsandwramblings]

Would You Light My Candle? (Evan Hansen x Reader SMUT)

Request: “Do you think you could do a Even x reader smut? If you arent comfortable with that thats ok xx” Honestly im comfortable with writing anything GIMME THOSE SWEET REQUESTS I NEED MORE *stares at backed up inbox in regret* yeah…

Fr tho send more I don’t mind! Plot: theres no plot it’s straight up porn ^actually I just thought of this when I was done typing this so sorry if you aren’t a fan of RENT but I just watched it (the filed from broadway version duh the movie was shit) for the first time so this is v inspired by Would You Light My Candle? w/ Mimi and Roger except it ends in sexy times

Warnings: really ad and vanilla smut ofc, swears, Connors death is mentioned but its small (in this case they were actually friends but he doesn’t get into it I swear)

Words: 1986 (ikik jesus fucking Christ)

You ran through your quiet house, quickly making sure all the windows were closed as the downpour set in. The sound of the rain on the roof was peaceful and calming, until the power blew out and gave you a heart attack. Huffing in annoyance, you closed your bedroom window, the last one left open in the house, and glanced across the small lawn area to the house next to yours. The rain blurred your view, but you could still see a shaking boy with a cast on his left arm struggling between stuttering on the phone and lighting a small candle in his window. A light bulb went on in your head as you remembered the various candles and matches you had stored for these events, and went in search of them. After a few minutes, you found a few halfway melted candles, and no matches or lighters in sight. Sighing, you decided your best option was to check if the shaking boy next door had any to spare. You grabbed a candle, a rain jacket, and a pair of flip flops, deciding you’d rather have to dry wet feet later than deal with mildewed shoes, and made your way next door. You knocked three times and listened to the soft pitter patter of shoes on the other side, until the door slowly opened.

“Sorry to disturb you, but, do you got a light?”

“Oh, uh, g-gosh, you’re shivering. Uh, c-c-come in,” he hesitantly opened his door wider, his eyes finally lifting to meet yours and he studied, or stared rather, at you.

“Well, the power’s out, and so’s my heat… What are you staring at?” you walked in and questioned him, wondering where this confidence came from but deciding to go with him, enjoying the view of the boy blushing under your gaze.

“Oh, uh, s-s-sorry, your, uh, your hair, in the, uh, in the, in the moonlight, you just, you look familiar,” the boy stutters and places with the end of his plaid button up. You smirked a bit at his statement and rubbed your arm, attempting to use some friction to gain any sense of warmth to your body.

“A-are you okay?” he gestures to your arm but his eyes are still trained on your face.

“Yeah, just cold’s’all, you’re staring again,” you giggled and bite your lip.

“S-sorry, your, uh, your s-smile.”

“Who is it?”

“Huh?”

“That I remind you of? Who is it?” you bite your lip again and watched his hand began to fiddle with the end of his shirt even more at your question, his gaze focused on them now more than ever.

“He, uh, he d-died. His names Connor,” he mumbled slightly.

“Oh, sorry about your friend,” you stare shocked, unknowing of what to do.

“Yeah… Oh, s-shit, your, uh, your candle! I t-totally forgot,” he mutters about how stupid he is to himself as he goes through a door, returning with a lighter, lighting the thin candlestick. Your faces are inches apart; you take a whiff of his cologne and minty breath and decide to mess with the boy a bit more. He pulls away after lighting the candle and you smile at him gratefully.

“Well, thank y- ow!” you exclaim, pulling a hand from the candle dramatically.

“Oh, uh, s-sorry, the, uh, the w-wax,” he uses his sleeve to wipe some of the wax away from the candle, enough that you can make it to your house without it dripping down to your hand again.

“You apologize a lot,” you point out.

“Sorry, uh, you know what I-I mean.”

“Besides, don’t be sorry about the wax,” you whisper as you get closer to his ear, rubbing your thigh between his legs, “I like it, especially between my-“

“Fingers! Th-that’s where it was d-dripping,” he walks away, obviously flustered. You blow out your candle quickly before he turns around, him noticing the lightless candle and you noticing his growing problem. Holding back a smirk, you decide you enjoy messing with the anxious boy next door.

“I’ll just relight my candle and be on my way, then,” you go to grab the lighter and it falls to the floor, you knowing it’s purposeful and hoping he didn’t notice it was on purpose either. Bending over to get it, you let your short’s ride up slightly, and can tell your neighbor is staring. “I’ve been told I have a great ass, you know?”

“Wh-what?” the boy blushes fiercely and quickly looks away, scratching the back of his neck.

“You were staring,” you say as you stand back up, flipping your hair up and your hood off of your head in the process, “Still because I remind you of your dead boyfriend?”

“Wh-what, n-no, he wasn’t my, uh, no, I-I-” he stutters out a thousand incomplete sentences before you walk over and shut him up with a passionate kiss on the lips. He’s shocked at first, but soon kisses back and slowly rests his hands on your waist as he relaxes into your touch. You tug at the buttons on his top, the action full of lust and need, but he quickly pulls away.

“Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t of done that, I really should’ve just came over for m-” this time he shuts you up with a passionate kiss, shocking you for a moment until you kiss back. He pulls away again, and softly grabs your hand to lead you upstairs. You’ve barely made it into his room before the door is shut and your back is to it. His hands are on your waist, his thumbs gently rubbing the skin under your shirt there, while yours are on his cheeks, bringing him into the kiss more. You let your hands fall slowly, lightly ghosting over his jawline and neck, down to the shoulder and his collarbone, ad you rest them on his chest for a moment. The moment passes quickly as you remove your hands to unbutton his shirt. He allows you this time, his own hands moving up against your skin until they grazed the fabric of your black bra.

“I’m Y/N,” you said as you pulled away and undid the last button on his shirt, pulling it off of his arms and running your hands over his hairy chest in admiration.

“E-Evan,” he replies as his thumbs rub your bra and the side of your boobs. You pull away momentarily to pull your shirt away, knowing that realistically the stuttering boy, who you now knew was called Evan, would take too long to finally make that move. While you were apart from him, you went ahead and unzipped your shorts and let them fall to the ground, stepping out of them and closer to Evan as he let his eyes trail up and down your body. He went to put his hands on you and kiss you again as you neared him, but instead you slowly put a hand to his chest and pushed him to lie down onto his bed. Placing your legs on either side of him you straddled Evan, leaning down to kiss him before grinding hard against his growing member. He moaned into the kiss and let his hands rest on your waist yet again, you shuddering at the friction against his cast as he moved his hands to your ass, grabbing and groping it with his able hand. You slowly moved your lips apart from his and trailed them to his jawline, kissing there sweetly and continuing a trail of kisses down his neck to his collarbone, where you began to suck a collection of hickeys. Evan was a moaning mess under you by this point, and let his lust take over any anxiety he was feeling. Before you could react he had flipped the two of you over so he was on top. You smirked at his sudden burst of confidence and placed your hands on either side of his face, your fingers messing with the short hair on the sides of his head as you pulled him into another sweet kiss. It was his turn to leave hickeys and make you the moaning mess under his, and he did so beautifully, creating a constellation of purple marks across your collarbone and breasts. Your hands lowered to undo his belt and zipper and lower his pants as far as you could reach to push them. He pulled away for a moment to take them off all the way before returning to his spot above you.

“Condom?” you asked simply, not wanting to get to the point and have it ruined. He reached over and grabbed one from his bedside table drawer.

“My, uh, my mom’s one of those ‘rather know you’re having safe sex’ type of, uh, type of m-moms,” he stuttered out an explanation for the condom and you giggled a bit, shutting his stuttering up by lightly grabbing his cock through his thin boxers. He let out a groan and pushed against your hand, grinding slightly. You smirked and pushed him away to sit up, reaching back to unclasp your bra, letting the article fall off your shoulders before you promptly threw it across the room. He marveled at the sight of your bare breasts, hesitating before he places his hands over them, squeezing and massaging them as best he can with a cast, you biting your lip at the feeling of his tough cast against your sensitive nipple. After a moment he stops massaging one breast, you whimper in slight disappointment but the noise is quickly replaced by a moan as Evan replaces his hand with his mouth. He pinches your right nipple with his uninjured hand and gently sucks the left one. He was worried and hesitant about this action at first, fearing he would do it wrong or it wouldn’t actually feel good, but all the fears are pulled away as you lace your fingers into his hair.

“F-fuck, Ev, I need you,” you whimper out, surprising yourself with your need. Even though you asked for it and knew what was coming, it’s still disappointing when he pulls away from your breasts. The feeling is gone instantly as he hooks his fingers around your panties and, after looking at you for the confirmation that this is okay, pulls them down and throws them to your bra. Shortly afterwards he takes off his own underwear, and you unashamedly watch as his surprisingly large member hits his chest once freed from the fabric. In what seems like seconds, he has the condom open and rolled down his length and is positioned to enter you. He takes one last look at you for your final consent before he enters you slowly, allowing you to adjust, which you do after a long moan. Once you’ve given him the ‘okay’ he began to thrust, harder, faster, and with more force than you thought could come out of the boy. You’re a moaning mess under him yet again and you pull him down into another kiss, this one sweeter and much more meaningful than the previous lust filled ones. After a while of thrusting he adjusts and starts to hit your G-spot, which only increases the frequency and intensity of your moans.

“E-Evan! Oh dear god, I-I’m close,” you moan his name out, unable to see straight as you close your eyes and orgasm. He thrusts for a moment longer, riding out your orgasm and getting him to his. It doesn’t take long to push him over his limit, and shortly after the two of you are laying on Evan’s bed with your underwear back on, you also wearing his unbuttoned shirt.

“I think that was much better than lighting my candle,” you giggle, kissing his neck. He smiles in response, drifting off to sleep to the sound of the rain outside and your light breathing next to him.