After a tense duel between Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano for the right to train Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano emerges victorious. After their apprenticeship is approved by the Jedi Council, the two take part in the ancient Jedi ceremony that binds a Master and a Padawan Learner together in the guiding light of the Force.
We rejoin our heroes, two years into their partnership, Obi-Wan determined to become the best Padawan Learner in the Order and Ahsoka determined to prevent the cruel future that threatens to destroy the galaxy once more…
“When you are ready, please begin, Padawan Kenobi.”
The Northern Solar training room was filled with the brilliant light of midday sun filtered through the high, arched stained glass windows that looked out onto Coruscant and the speeder bay three levels below. A group of padawans, none older than fifteen standard years, were assembled in the far left corner of the room, milling about as they each waited their turn to tackle the complicated obstacle course set up by Master Ki-Adi-Mundi. Three padawans had already made their way through the course with decent times and only a few falls and one face plant but that had been because Quinlan Vos had been showing off again.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padawan Learner to temporally displaced Jedi Knight Ahsoka Tano, was next in line and he had every intention of blasting through the obstacle course with a perfect score and the fastest time of the day. He shot a glance over at his master, who was sitting on the benches that lined the side of the room, her legs crossed and her posture relaxed and confident. She gave him a bright smile and two thumbs up as pride and faith flowed across their training bond.
You’ve got this, Obi-Wan. I know you do.
Obi-Wan took a deep, full-body breath, practically levitating up onto his toes with excitement and nerves. He exhaled and relaxed down into a starter’s crouch, waiting for the Force to sing.
Ki-Adi-Mundi watched the boy with an arched brow but said nothing, trusting Kenobi to know when the time was right.
The Force swirled and let out a note of cheerful harmony and Obi-Wan was off like a shot, his gait smooth and even as he sprinted up an incline and into the obstacle course, adrenaline flowing through him as he vaulted both legs over a low obstacle and moved on to a complicated piece of machinery that was supposed to swing him over a chasm that could have played host to a river, a congested skyway or vein of red hot lava on a volcanic planet somewhere.
Ahsoka watched Obi-Wan breeze through the first two obstacles, cheering him on from the sidelines. There were a few other masters there, observing their own padawans and gossiping about the latest rumors floating around the temple. Apparently Qui-Gon Jinn had managed to improvise his way to a diplomatic solution on a Mid-Rim planet that had been plagued by infighting between powerful dynastic houses. He would be heading back to the Temple after he officiated a few royal weddings and was made a minor deity in the local state religion.
Ahsoka shook her head, her lips quirked. It seemed the Old Glacier was up to his usual antics and she was glad Obi-Wan hadn’t been forced to tag along, especially given his tendencies to rush blindly ahead into danger in his drive to help others and bring peace to the Galaxy. Knowing Obi-Wan, he would have gotten himself betrothed on accident and Qui-Gon would have made things even worse trying to extricate the boy from the unwanted union.
The combination of Jinn and Kenobi might have worked before but Ahsoka was confident that she and Obi-Wan were a much better team this time around. Obi-Wan was already more confident and less critical than when she met him and nearly two years into their pairing as Jedi Master and Padawan Learner their time together had brought a new kind of stability to them both. Ahsoka’s nightmares of Vader, the Empire, and her lost friends were fewer and farther between and Obi-Wan’s outbursts of righteous anger and destructive self-criticism were slowly coming under control. No one in the Temple could really say they were the model of a perfect master-padawan pair but they were a fiercely devoted team working together to become better than what they were.
To be ready for the darkness when it rose up and threatened the peace of the galaxy yet again.
“I love you, idiot,” Y/N confessed, an anxious feeling wrenching at her gut. The boy’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left her mouth. Peter’s eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed her, smiling against her lips.
“I love you too, dork,” He asserted, skimming his thumb across her jaw as he gazed into her E/C hues dreamily.
W A R R E N W O R T H I N G T O N
“Y-You what?” Warren repeated for the third time as his eyes shot open at the final realization at what she said. He shot forward, tackling the girl onto the floor as he placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.
“I love you too,” He said, getting off of her, and carrying her bridal-style back to his dorm in confidence.
A L E X S U M M E R S
Alex nearly choked on his beer as those words left Y/N’s mouth, Jubilee’s jaw dropped, Jean passed Scott a twenty dollar bill with a shit-eating grin, and Peter wolf whistled as loud as he possibly could. His Azure-Blue gaze shifted to your serious expression, and without thought, his lips crashed onto hers. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with her. He let go of her, and her fingers were at her lips, tracing where his were in shock.
“I knew that,” He asserted with a smirk. “But do you know what’s cool?” Alex’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too,”
“I told you, sucker,” Jean smirked, as Scott’s face was dumbstruck.
C H A R L E S X A V I E R
“That’s quite a stupid thing to say,” Charles stated with confusion placed all over his usual calm expression. “But I can say that I love you too,” He admitted, adverting his Icy-Blue hues away from her E/C ones. The woman’s petite hands found their way to the collar of the button-down he was wearing, and she’d crashed her lips onto his. His arms snaked around her waist, and he smiled against her lips as they kissed.
S C O T T S U M M E R S
Scott dropped the Pop can he held in his hand, Jubilee squealed like the little girl she was, Peter said something disgustingly funny, and Alex said something completely vulgar and amazing as the words finally escaped your lips. “R-Really?” Scott choked out, his jaw basically touching the floor at this point.
“Of course, goofball,” She confirmed, a chuckle and a small ‘idiot’ coming from Alex, his lovely older brother. Scott was beaming in joy, as he snaked his arms around Y/N’s waist, picked her up, and proceeded to spin her around as he kissed her.
“I love you too, Y/N,” He agreed, a smile plastered on his face.
Clarke doesn’t plan
to be alone on New Year’s Eve, but she also doesn’t plan not to be
alone–if that makes sense. She could fly back to Los Angeles and attend her
mother’s extravagant corporate party, if she wanted to put herself through
that. It’s definitely an option.
But she’s long since
decided that it’s better to deal with the vague feelings of missing out on the
New Year’s celebration over fielding questions about why she’s not following in
her mother’s footsteps or, god forbid, whether she’s gotten over “that
whole sexuality thing” yet.
So she calls Abby the
night before the party, fulfills her yearly, good-daughter quota of well wishes
and pleasantries, and calls it good.
And really, doing
nothing on New Year’s Eve is kind of the best thing that’s happened her,
stress-wise, in the last six months.
She works in the
graphic design department for an uber-trendy website that facilitates
commissions for freelance artists, which makes it an incredibly lucrative
avenue to get her name out there in the industry. It just also happens that the
company is very concerned with staying up-to-date with aesthetic trends,
and has her changing logos and web layouts on a weekly basis.
It’s the kind of
somewhat crappy, over demanding job that she feels weirdly excited to have,
because it means her mom isn’t paying people to make her life easier.
But it has been
running her to the bone, so she’s positively delighted to do absolutely nothing
for a night.
Or she is until she
finds out that Bellamy also doesn’t have plans for New Year’s Eve.
Their Reaction When You Say “I Love You” - 13 Reasons Why Preference
“Y-You what?” Hannah repeated as her eyes widen at the realisation of what you had just said. She practically dived forward, tackling the Y/H/C girl onto the floor as she placed small, yet hungry kisses upon her face, and then one on her lips.
“I love you too,” She said, climbing off her and grabbing her hand, pulling her down the hall to her room.
“I love you, dumbass,” You confessed. Clay’s face illuminated in happiness as the words left your mouth, his eyes lit up as he leaned in and feverishly kissed you, smiling against you lips.
“I love you too, idiot,” He stated, running his thumb across you swollen lips.
Justin nearly choked on his beer as those words left your mouth, His gaze shifted to your serious expression, and within seconds, his lips crashed onto yours. The kiss was full of hunger and need, and for a split second, he forgot he wasn’t alone with you.
“It’s about time,” He asserted with a smirk. Justin’s smirk disappeared, and a smile found it’s way onto his lips. “I love you too.”
You both were cuddling and you hadn’t heard anything from him for a while and when you looked his eyes were closed, so you thought he was asleep. You’d gently brushed some hair out of his closed eyes and, softly, whispered “I love you,” thinking he wouldn’t hear you anyway. But he was awake and heard you. He didn’t think it was a big deal and just mumbled the words back to you. He wouldn’t show it but he was sure he had never been this happy before.
He would show you some of his newly written lyrics and you’d accidentally blurt out how much you loved him and his talent. He’d freeze for second, not sure if you actually meant to say it but when you blushed and hid your face he’d be sure and he’d have the biggest smile on his face. He’d say it back and quickly peck your lips. He would have a contagious smile plastered to his face for the rest of the day.
Jessica was casually eating her lunch whilst you build up the courage to say the long awaited words. When you did, she quickly looked up at you and then returned her gaze to her food. ‘Is that it?’ you thought. ‘not even an i love you too?’.
“Not nice waiting, is it babe? I’ve been waiting a months for you to say that.”
You playfully poke her sides, before her expression turned serious. “I really do love you though.” She stated.
You and Jeff had spent the whole day relaxing in bed together; talking about anything and everything. Your hands are tangled in his hair as he laid his head in the crook of your neck, you were in a comfortable silence when you uttered those three words. His eyes lit up and he lifted his head to kiss your lips, when he pulled away, his arms still wrapped around your waist. He said “I am so in love with you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.”
Montgomery De La Cruz
(A/N: I literally couldn’t find any other gifs for him)
Even though he acts like a cocky asshole 95% of the time, Monty would definitely get so flustered. Whether you said it subtley or straightforward, he’d just start stuttering. He would be so shocked yet happy that you said the three words.
“I l-love you too, babe.”
Tony just wouldn’t be able to stop smiling. He tried acting cool and not letting you notice how flustered he actually was, it was pretty clear that you’d affected him.
‘She/He loves me back.’ He thought, with a smile.
Skye Miller (yes I’ve added her because I’m slightly in love with her, okay?)
You would be stuttering, blushing and mumbling, while you tried to built up the courage to confess those three words. Skye obviously noticed. “Are you okay?” She asked, concerned.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m f-fine, why wouldn’t I be?” You stuttered, avoiding her gaze.
“Y/N.” She said, grabbing your arm. “What’s wrong?” She asked.
“I love you.” You blurted out, your eyes widening as you heard the words come tumbling from your mouth.
“You do?” She asked, a smile growing on her lips. “I love you, too. Now, let’s go, I want pizza.” And with that, she intertwined your fingers together, while you walked towards the school parking lot.
Seventeen hip hop unit reaction when you want to have sex
(requested by anon:
Hi there!! Was wondering if I could have a seventeen hip hop unit if
their crush asked them if they wanted to have sex ??? Thank you :))
You gave him hints like pushing past his dick and
„accidentally“ touching his leg or boner, but he didn’t get it. You grew
impatient and after a while you told him you wanted to have sex. He was taken
back but that didn’t last long..
He gave you an amused, hungry look yet he tried to keep a
straight face. „Say that again“ he teased. You blushed and looked away. „No
escaping this princess“ he said in a dark tone. He grabbed your hand, pulling you
onto him on the sofa.
He looked down to the floor, trying to gain some self-control.
He looked into your eyes, biting his lip. „Run“ he growled playfully, making
you run to the bedroom. Just as you reached it he pulled you against him,
rubbing his boner against your ass.
He pushed his hair backwards in irritation from the
whole-day teasings. You moved away, pissing him off even more. „Don't“ he said
with a low voice. He grabbed you, pulling your hair softly so that you lean
back. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving marks.
He was staring blankly at you for a split second. And
then he figured, all the little hints and gestures. He quickly came over to
you, kissing you deeply. He pushed you down hovering over you on the bed, not
letting you detach your lips from his.
xx hope anon is satisfied; yall im having one month of school left and then imma be active as hell xx
It could have been his imagination, but Jin swears he feels the slightest tickle of rain on his face, so he reaches out his hand, palm upturned, to confirm his suspicions.
“Hmm.” He narrows his eyes at his dry hand, then glowers up at the overcast sky and heaves an irritated sigh. The weather forecast had lied. Again. This was the second time this week that, instead of sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.sunshine and high temperatures, they were instead given downpour and gloom. Well, it wasn’t pouring yet, but Jin wasn’t about to get his hopes up.
“Alright boys, let’s pick up the pace. I want to get in at least some practicing before it starts to rain,” Jin calls over to his team, all stretching their limbs and grumbling a collective ‘Yes coach.’ They all look as miserable as Jin assumes they feel and just the tiniest part of him feels almost sorry for making them practice. Almost. The team needs to kick their practicing into high gear if they want to be ready in time for the new season and that meant no slacking, so Jin shakes off the slight guilt with ease.
He instructs half the team to do interval throwing – a partner drill where they throw the ball back and forth - while the other half of the team does base running.
Three rows down, doing the interval drill, Jungkook nurses a wicked headache and catches the ball that comes whizzing at him from the opposite end. He throws it back and Jimin catches it in his glove easily, yawning tiredly and putting little effort into his next throw.
I twisted, my loose clothes sliding over my shoulders, my waist. I hadn’t realized how much weight I’d lost…..
Even that casual mention of his power failed to chill me, awe me. “But I’ll always make time for you.”
I was hungry- I hadn’t yet eaten. And that was indeed worry glimmering behind the cocky, insufferable grin.
So I motioned him to lead the way to that familiar glass table at the end of the hall.
We walked a casual distance apart. Tired. I was so- tired.
ACOMAF by Sarah J. Maas
Depression is a real devastating situation, which was beautifully depicted by such a talented author @sjmaas . It is wonderful to have such illustration provided to young adults, demonstrating that they are not the only ones with such problems. They are not alone, on their lack of energy.
Request: something fluffy? Like, taking years to ask you out even though you both clearly liked each other for a while?
It was your usual weekly get together with the boys and the 8 of you sat around outside talking. You couldn’t remember who’s idea it was to camp outside for the night but you weren’t complaining. Despite the house being two feet away, the weather was really nice. It was a little cold but the sky seemed to be lit up with the few stars you were able to see.
“I swear it was like I wasn’t even in the room anymore.” You sighed.
Jimin burst out laughing. “Maybe it’s because you’re so quiet. I swear that stuff only happens to you.”
Jin laughed as well. “You’re shy too!”
“Yeah but I’m also hot. There’s no way they wouldn’t notice me.” Jimin said, smirking, causing all the other boys to groan.
“Anyway, are you guys hungry yet? The bonfire is ready.” Hoseok added.
You nodded. “Yeah I’m kinda hungry.”
Hoseok and Jin went in the house to get stuff for dinner and you moved over to Yoongi who was just sitting on his phone, cuddled up in a blanket.
“Are you not having fun?”
He looked up from his phone. “Oh, no. I’m just tired and I feel like we should be preparing for our comeback since it’s so soon. It’s weird sitting out here.”
You watched his face, noticing he seemed more nervous than tired but you couldn’t place why he would lie about that. A bit of cold air blew down your back and you shivered, covering your arms with your hands.
“But we always do this sort of thing.”
Yoongi seemed to be distracted by the fact you looked cold instead of answering you back. He moved his chair closer to sharing his blanket with you.
“Why did you come out here wearing shorts? I feel like you’re doing this on purpose.” He joked, placing your half over your legs. You blushed.
As the night starts to go by a few of the boys decided to go to bed leaving you, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung still awake. Jungkook looks over at Yoongi.
“Can you go in the house and get my phone? I think I left it in there.”
Yoongi stands up from his chair, leaving you with a puzzled expression. He would have never agreed to that before.
“Y/N, can you come with me?”
“Yeah sure.” You say as you get up as well, following behind him into the house.
“What’s the matter, are you scared now that it’s dark?”
Yoongi looked back at you, stopping in his tracks. His face was plastered with a serious expression and he exhaled.
“…it was just a joke? What’s going on with you-”
He took a few steps closer to you, making you stop talking. His head tilts away from you as if he wasn’t trying to make eye contact with you.
“I don’t usually do shit like this but-..You’re an exception. It seems like you’re an exception for a lot of things. I don’t want to keep pushing this back anymore because i’m sick of it. I’m sick of playing around with the fact that i’m in love with you, that I keep writing music about you, that i’m tired of not being about to hold your hand or kiss you when I want. Jungkook only asked me to get his phone so I could be in here alone with you. I wanted to ask if….you’d finally go out with me?”
You stood there speechless, watching his ears turn red.
“Please say something already.” He muttered.
Your hands came up from your sides and made their way to the sides of his face. The split second the two of you made eye contact he leaned in to kiss you. Although you did initiate it suddenly you were aware of how loudly your heart was beating in your chest. When his lips finally pressed against yours you could feel your cheeks get warm. It wasn’t a secret to either of you that you liked each other but it was a whole other thing hearing it out loud and to be able to kiss him. His hands grabbed against your waist, only pulling you in tighter.
“What are you worried about? Nobody’s even in the house..” He groaned, now kissing on your neck.
“It’s not that. Jungkook is standing in the doorway with a flashlight under his face.” You laughed.
Jungkook smiled at Yoongi, giving him a thumbs up. He knew he was dead in the morning but at least his joke made you laugh.
A/N: Hey guys!! So here’s another Bucky oneee, well I hope this was what you wanted!! Sorry that I couldn’t think of a better name😅I had some fun writing the last part and I really hope that y’all would like it…enjoy!!
Request: @purplekitten30: Can I request a Bucky x reader? He’s been dating her for over a year and she’s just a normal civilian who works in daycare. He comes by the daycare often to bring her lunch and sneaks goodies for the kids so they always look forward to his visit. Cause who doesn’t love fluffy Bucky with little toddlers?
“Alright, kids, so what story should I tell today?” You asked the group of children sitting around you, each of them turning to one another as they started chattering. You were working at a daycare and during this timing before your lunch break, you’ll read them a story so they could listen while eating. You watched them with a smile, raising your brow as you saw one of the boys, a three-year-old named Nathan crawling onto your lap.
You placed your arms around him loosely as he turned to face you. Smiling, you brushed back his slightly long hair. “Hello, Nate.”
He looked at you with his big eyes, his eyes twinkling with adoration. “Hi, Ms. Y/N.”
“Why aren’t you eating with your friends?” You asked, a chuckle slipping out as you looked at him.
“They’re too loud and I’m not hungry yet,” Nathan replied, before looking up at you with a big smile. “And I like sitting with you, Ms. Y/N.”
You couldn’t help but find him adorable, especially when he says things like that. Chuckling, you tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. “You mean sit on me, not sit with me.”
Nathan looked at you sheepishly. “Yeah, that.”
You watched as Nathan picked up a drawing and showed it to you. You held it closer as you examined the drawing, seeing that he drew a figure with long hair and a grey arm, you recognizing who he was drawing. Looking at Nate, you smiled. “Why did you draw Mr. Bucky?”
“‘Cause I think Mr. Bucky looks very cool,” Nathan replied. You laughed and nodded.
I haven’t written anything in a while, so here you go! You have to pay really close attention because this plays a huge role in my next few posts. Plus, it’s like 3AM so I’m sorry if it’s not my best. Enjoy!
Summary: Shawn isn’t sleeping like he should be and it worries you. You try and get him to go to sleep, but it looks like you had to take a different approach. Requested: Kinda… Not Really. It’ll make sense later.
I ran my hair through my hair as I made my way to the living room. Somehow, I have to get Shawn to stop working and come to bed. If I don’t, he will never go to sleep. I lean against the nearby doorway and watch Shawn from afar. His elbows are rested against his knees and his hands are clasped together under his chin, staring off into space.
“Hey, stranger.” I say making my way into the living room. Shawn opened his eyes and give me a tired smile, extending his arms out to me. He wraps them around my waist once I’m close enough.
“Hey.” He replied, his voice a few octaves deeper. I felt a shiver go through my body at the sound. I sat on his lap as he sat back on the couch with a groan, closing his eyes. I looked around and noticed a bunch of red bull cans along with multiple crumpled papers on the floor. I picked up one of the red bull cans.
“Did you drink all of these? You need a break.” I said, placing the can back on the coffee table. I faced my boyfriend, who was now half asleep with me on his lap. “Shawn!”
“Hmm?” He said sitting up and blinking repeatedly. I could see the bags starting to form under his red eyes. I took a deep breath and ran my hand through his hair, letting my nails softly rake against his scalp. He let out a hum and leaned into my hand, letting his eyes close.
“Shawn, you need to go to sleep.” I stated. Shawn sat up, running his hands over his face.
“No, you’re not. Babe, you’re exhausted. No matter how many red bulls you drink, it’s not going to change the fact that you need to sleep.” Shawn glanced at his lyrics sheets and papers that were lying on the table.
“I don’t have time. It’s not that much, really. I just have to figure out the cords to a new song, choose a melody and write the right lyrics before I go on tour, which is in…2 days time.” He said with a sigh. “I just…I have to do this Y/N.”
I watch as Shawn looks at all his work. I can see the wheels turning in his head. He’s so talented and hardworking. He wants to make everything perfect for his fans. He doesn’t want to let anyone down, but he’s only 18. He’s still a growing boy who needs his sleep and if I can’t get him to sleep, then I’ll get to at least relax and take a break. He needs it.With that, I placed my lips on his, kissing him passionately. He kisses back only to pull away.
“What are you doing?” He asks, looking up at me with his tired brown eyes.
“If you won’t sleep, then at least take a break and relax. Relax with me.” I say placing my lips back on his. He starts to pull away again, but I deepen the kiss, causing him to let out a moan. My hands find the back of his head, pulling softly at his hair.
He pulls me closer to him, causing me to straddle him. I slowly start to rock my hips back and forth as I trail kisses from the base of his neck to his earlobe, tugging on it with my teeth. Shawn lets out a low moan.
Suddenly, Shawn flips us over, pinning me to the couch in one move, catching me off guard. He started to place excruciatingly soft kisses on my collar bone, trailing them up to just under my ear. I felt my breathing hitch.
“You can’t tease me like that, Y/N,” Shawn whispered in my ear, kissing up and down my neck.
“Why not?” I asked, trying to stay focused on his words and not the pleasure his lips were creating.
“Because I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.” He whispered against my skin, giving me goosebumps. “You know, not being able to touch you…kiss you, well, everywhere.”
Shawn’s soft lips grazed over mine as he pinned my hands up above my head, interlocking our hands together. He dipped his head to the base of my neck and started to suck on my soft spot. I let out a moan as he softly bit down on it. Finally, his place his lips on mine, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck, puling him in closer to me.
He fiddled with the waist of my loose, but comfortable, pajamas before sliding them off of me. I felt him smirk into the kiss when he realized I was wearing one of his shirts, which he didn’t remove. Before he could do anything else, I flipped us over so that I was straddling him as he sat on the couch.
“I’m supposed to help you relax, remember.” I said with a smirk. “I heard that massages are supposed to be very relaxing.” I slowly started to palm Shawn over his jeans, earning a grunt from him. After a few minutes of palming him, I undid his pants and slide them off. “But I think it works better if your pants are off.”
With that, I slide my hand into Shawn’s boxers and started to rub him. He threw his head back and bit down on his bottom lip, his breathing getting faster. Usually, it’s Shawn making me feel like this so it’s nice knowing I have this effect on him. I start to rub faster and a string of curse word flow out of Shawn’s mouth.
“Y/N,” Shawn moans, his hands digging into my hips. “Baby.”
Shawn places his hand over mine, causing me to stop jerking him off. His chest rises and falls rapidly and I could tell he was close. He looks me in the eye as he takes off my underwear.
“I need you.” He states, making my heart jump. He pulls off his underwear and picks me up by my hips with ease. He looks at me and I nod my head.
Shawn gently sets me down on top of him with a grunt. I close my eyes at the pain, but it quickly turns into pleasure, causing me to let out a moan. I placed my hands on his chest as I start to roll my hips. Shawn and I let out a moan at the same time.
“Faster, Baby.” He moans. I start to roll my hips faster and Shawn throws his head back and bites his lip again as another string of curse words flow out of his mouth. He holds my hips down, making me go down hard on him. I grab onto his bare shoulder to keep my balance, my nails digging into his skin. ”I’m not gonna last much longer.” Shawn grunts in my ear.
“Me neither,” I pant, throwing my head back at the amount of pleasure I’m feeling. I let out a loud moan as Shawn guides my hips down faster. A low grunt escapes Shawn’s mouth as he places his lips over mine. The kiss is passionate, yet hungry. I let out a whimper as I get closer to my high.
Soon, Shawn stills inside of me and my vision goes white as our highs wash over us. Shawn’s head drops to the crook of my neck and we are both left panting and sweaty. I grab a nearby blanket and slide off of him.
“I guess your gonna get back to work now?” I ask, hoping I tired him out. Shawn shakes his head, still breathing heavily. He lays beside me, placing kisses on my shoulder blades.
“I knew what your plan was when you started kissing me. It turned out better than I thought.” He said and with that, we both drifted off.