One of the worst things about being a kpop fan is when you start school and all of a sudden you have to pretend like you want to socialize all the time and care about your school work but in reality I’m just waiting for comebacks, photo shoots, and anything else that will kill me
You’ve found yourself at the base of the Sun Tree. As you look up at it, at this point the clouds that kind of gathered yesterday have all subsided and you have the most beautiful clear blue sky ahead of you, the morning sun’s coming down. The tree is beautiful as you watch it slowly blossom now as the months have passed. You start seeing green in the boughs, the occasional pod that might eventually flower as the season allows it. It’s serene. And as occasionally a breeze blows through, you hear the various branches hit, and some of the leaves shake, and… it’s a beautiful sight.
A/N: I really don’t know where this came from but i wrote it bc i couldn’t start another piece so here. thanks to @sourshawn and @holyhotmendes for writing such good shit & giving me inspo to better my own, i love u guys :’)
enjoy guise x
She loved seeing him in one of his most vulnerable states. Splayed across his mattress, legs parted, and short breathy pants falling past his bitten lips. She loved him with every bit of her heart, sometimes it ached. Y/N loved being the reason he laughed the loudest and grinned the brightest. However, she loved being the thing that made him moan the loudest the most.
“Fuck it, I’m done waiting.” Shawn sighed in relief as he slammed Y/N back down against his thighs. She yelped, reveling in the feeling of his hips stuttering against her heat. “Again, please.” He granted her request, gripping her hips in his palms and pulling her off his throbbing cock. She screams when he drops her again, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest spot perfectly.
She rolled her hips over his own, picking up speed with every rotation. Shawn thrusts his hips up, meeting her gyrations in sync. His fingers bite into her hips, leaving reddening bruises that’ll still be alive in the morning. “Come on honey, I feel you clenching.” “I can’t.” Y/N cried. Every single one of her sense were on high alert, exceedingly hypersensitive to everything. She’s teetering on her fifth orgasm of the night, Shawn already having ripped three from her with just his tongue and the most recent with just his fingers. She really felt like she couldn’t.
At least she thought she couldn’t. The moment Shawn’s lips encase one of her breasts while in his large hand and his left thumb relocates to her clit, it’s no longer impossible. Another orgasm tumbles out like the cries now floating from her throat and her body convulses in his lap.
Her arousal leaks over his pelvis like the sweat dripping down his neck and it starts a bolder, fiercer fire in him. His hips thrust briskly, chasing his release through a tortuous maze. He can feel it coming, he knows it’s gonna take him; take every last puff of air from his lungs. It’ll snatch the lasting remnants of energy from his veins and he tries—he tries so fucking hard to prepare so maybe it won’t—but it catches him unsuspectingly.
The burn in his throat after the loud “Shit!” he screams is nothing compared to the ache of his bones as he cums, holding her body flush against his own. His hips stumble, riding out the last of his orgasm and he just sits there, Y/N in his arms and a goofy lazy smile slowly finding its way on his face.
He’s so fucking gone. He could think of a million and one different ways someone else would say to spend the night, but this was fine for him. This was enough and he wouldn’t like it any other way.