#I tried so hard to make it prettyyyyyy

[canisonicscrewyou]

Guys what the fuck did I just make

I need you all to know I tried SO hard on this

[mazeinthemiroh]

Hello! i was wondering how Ateez would act around their s/o before they start dating? (So a crush au hehe) thank you!

how ateez act around their crush

genre: fluff

word count: 0.8k

warnings: none

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hongjoong

i see hongjoong as being very smiley and confident around his crush. he always tries to initiate conversations with them as a way of getting to know and spending more time with them. he's not one to stand on the sidelines and admire them from afar. he's mostly confident in himself and while he gives them shy smiles he always finds himself coming back for more. as a way of getting closer to them, he gently teases you about things and strives to make them laugh. he's just so good at finding common ground.

seonghwa

he is more on the shy side but he doesn't show it as much as some of the other members. he will just be all smiles and give his crush starry eyes without even knowing it. when in conversation with his crush, he would always find ways to weave in compliments here and there. this isn't part of his plan and through no volition of his own, but he can't stop praising them for whatever they have done. or saying, quietly and softly, how pretty they look today. i think his sickly sweet attempts make his crush very evident.

yunho

in his mind, he treats his crush the same as he would any other human being. but as time goes by he realises that he is incorrect. he notices different changes: sweaty hands, warm cheeks, the unbearable, incurable need to make them laugh, because oh god does he love their laugh. so without even knowing it, his go-to tactic, despite being a bit of a shy boy, he will use his confidence in his humour to make them happy around him. and his heart flutters every time they giggle at one of his jokes <///3

yeosang

now he is the shyest out of them. he doesn't really know what to do with himself but he usually catches himself staring at his crush for wayyyy too long, making it evident to the people around him that he has eyes for this one particular person. and he'll probably get caught staring too rhbdbdnskdhbd. yeosang having a conversation with his crush is the cutest thing to ever witness; he has a shy but beaming smile on his face as he listens to what his crush has to say in absolute fascination.

san

i feel like when san has his mind set on something, or someone, he likes to just go for it head first with no regrets! so he likes being open and tries to show off his best qualities to his crush. he wants to impress them! and i think his feelings for his crush would be fairly obvious because of how much he singles them out. he would always go up to them first, for instance. also, san would want to initiate any physical touch in his relationship with them. so he might randomly wrap an arm around their shoulder and pull them closer to him as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

mingi

mingi is insanely giggly around his crush. he's so freaking adorable i can't breathe right now. he wants to be more playful and bubbly with his crush. he's always trying to avoid eye contact with them but he also wants to look at them a lot because they're so prettyyyyyy and so he ends up making eye contact a lot which he gets super flustered by, it's actually hilarious to watch. his ears turn bright red and he has a massive grin on his face. he feels like a shy schoolboy. he has no idea why he's acting the way he does when he's around them until he realises his feelings.

wooyoung

wooyoung treats his crush like he would treat his best friend. he'll tease them relentlessly. he likes the banter he shares with them. his natural charisma makes it hard for people not to be drawn to his personality, despite him saying that his personality is 'a bit rough woof'. he'll also make excuses to be with them and spend more time together, to the point where they become suspicious of his feelings for you. he wants to share things with his crush and make memories with them early on so that when they look back on their time with him you can draw from many experiences.

jongho

is another one who wants to impress his crush. he just doesn't know how to go about it. so he will try to use his social skills to the best of his ability. he may be one of the quietest but he has a lot of spirit and a lot of charm. he's got a mixture of being really confident and also the shyest person on earth. i can see him being daring, looking deep into his crush's eyes as they speak to him, and make some jokes here and there. or he will be reluctant to even look at them in the eyes once. there's no in-between, it depends on what type of person they are or if he is aware of his feelings for them yet.

[burnedbyshoto]

cooking with the todoroki’s!

“hi, and welcome to today’s latest edition of cooking with the stars!! we are so excited to present to you, the public, the stage the world knows least about! the kitchen of the one and only endeavor and his family! today, we are please to inform you that not only do we have the former number one hero, endeavor-san, but we also have his eldest child, fuyumi-san, an esteemed grade school teacher! his middle child, natsuo-san, a genius medical student, studying under the branch of psychology! and of course, the newly debuting pro hero himself, shouto-san! we will be cooking one on one with each of them, I hope you enjoy the program!”

Enji:

— it’s rough

— everything burns

— by everything, I sort of wish I was joking

— enjis patience runs thin when it comes to cooking, there’s no real reason why he gets so impatient, but he does, and if you cook something at 1000000°F for one second is the same as cooking something at 400°F for two hours, right?

— a total fish out of water in the kitchen, he has the presence of an ox in a china glass store, and he will definitely rely on you because he is ✨incompetent✨

— all in all, while his food is disgusting in terms of professional value, it’s edible

attempted meal: kuzumochi

score out of ten: 5/10 (edible, a little too burnt)

Fuyumi:

— literal goddess of warmth, home, and good food

— she definitely wears cute aprons and when you cook with her, she has matching ones for the two of you to wear

— super supportive at what you’re doing, as long as you’re doing it right

— just because she’s the sweeter todoroki sibling doesn’t mean she isn’t a todoroki and if you mess up/a clutz, expect her to take over and demand you watch her carefully

— she is however someone who enjoys making new recipes and will often love when you come over and be her test taster

— always makes bunch of extra food so you and her entire family can eat leftovers for a week

— definitely cries with a proud smile when complimented on her food

— her food is unbeatable

attempted meal: mapo tofu

score out of ten: 19393820492810/10 (mothers, beware)

Natsuo:

— why people think doctors (& doctors in training) have the cooking skills of a god are beyond natsuo

— natsuo knows how to make one meal without having to read instructions, and can you take a wild guess as to what that is?

— cup ramen, duh.

— as much as the similarity pains him, natsuo is a bit like enji in the kitchen. sorta just stands there, but without the impatience and awkwardness

— he’s involved the entire time, even if the entire thing blows up in his face, he’s smiling, laughing, joking about what’s to come

— never been good at not tasting the meal while it’s cooking, so make sure you always cook more than enough because he will eat most of the meal while “tasting it”

— to this day will cower behind you when you cook anything with oil in case it goes POP but don’t you dare tease him about it make sure to tease him about it because his face will always turn oh so read

attempted meal: gourmet (aka broke college kid) ramen

score out of ten: 7/10 (he somehow knows how to make it taste not cheap)

Shouto:

— someone pray this boy, i’m not kidding

— shouto is the most incompetent person in the kitchen because his tastebuds are severely fucked up, and when I say severely I mean it

— everything tastes all right to him, perfect even, so if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s aware enough to know that chicken isn’t supposed to be raw and pink, he would think it was okay

— he easily takes charge of projects in the kitchen, even if he’s aware he’s bad at it, because that natural stubborn leader in him

— he absorbs everything you say, yet still manages to mess up

— but that’s okay, it’s always easy, sweet, and fun cooking with him because he’s quite experimental with his fire side when it comes to cooking, and the two of you often will use his finger like a fire gun to blaze your meals

— he always, always tries to attempt the hardest version of meals because he knows they taste the best, even if your level of expertise in cooking (and he will always bring down the level of savory to every meal no matter how hard you try to counter his work) so expect some prettyyyyyy inedible foo

— the kitchen is not his friend but shouto doesn’t realize it

attempted meal: buckwheat cold soba noodles

score out of ten: -193039/10 (it wasn’t even edible??? why was the noodle expanding??? WHY IS IT MOVING?!)

[bensboynton]

What about a blurb or head cannon with drunk Rog telling you he loves you for the first time and doesn’t remember it the next day x

oh shit, i love this prompt so much

warnings: fluff, unedited, i don’t think i swore? but putting the swear warning just in case

word count: 824

drunk roger blurb

“you’re so prettyyyyyy!” roger slurred as he slung an arm over y/n’s shoulder. the girl laughed and tried to support half of the weight that he was pressing onto her frame. 

“thanks, rog. how about we get you to bed, huh?” the girl asked, her question being met with an enthusiastic nod from roger. 

she giggled softly as she led the stumbling blonde man through the halls of his apartment, setting him down on the edge of his bed. y/n quickly busied herself with grabbing some comfy clothes from roger’s dresser, humming a queen song they had played at their concert. 

roger went a little too hard at the afterparty of their concert that night (freddie was the enabler). y/n had predicted this, so she stayed perfectly sober just to prepare for this. it had happened before. 

roger was a cute drunk, which is why y/n wasn’t surprised to turn around to find roger sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her with wide eyes like he was a child. 

“you should join the band.” he stated matter of factly, throwing himself back onto the bed. he spread his arms and legs out and let out a deep breath. y/n couldn’t help but laugh. 

“oh yeah? you think i could measure up?” 

roger agreed with a soft “hmmph” and y/n laughed again. she grabbed his hands gently and pulled him up to look at her, and she pulled his vest and button-up shirt off his body swiftly. she slipped on a comfortable t-shirt and did the same with his pants. 

y/n grabbed a wet washcloth to try and wipe some of the grease and grime from the nightclub off his delicate face. she stood between his knees, finally being taller than the lanky man for once in her life.

she continued humming, barely noticing roger’s intense staring. 

his hands wrapped around her waist as soon as she was finished, and he pressed his face into her stomach through her shirt. the girl let out a chuckle before leaning into him more, letting her forearms rest loosely on his shoulders and clasp behind his neck. 

“c’ mon baby, you need to get some sleep. you’re gonna have a killer hangover.” 

y/n gently pulled back the covers and roger gingerly crawled under them, his eyes snapping shut immediately. she sighed softly and smiled, her heart melting with how much adoration she felt for her boyfriend. 

she grabbed her phone and keys off roger’s nightstand, starting to walk out, before he reached out and grabbed her wrist. 

“please stay.” 

y/n tried to think of an excuse not to, just to save face, but she couldn’t. she wanted to stay too bad. 

y/n had stayed at roger’s a bunch of other times, so this really wasn’t out of the ordinary. she quickly changed into a t-shirt of roger’s that fell about halfway down her thigh before scrambling into bed because of the goosebumps pricking her skin. 

roger immediately turned over and nuzzled into her neck, smelling her flowery perfume. “you smell good.” he whispered. he was a very honest drunk, as well. 

“you smell like alcohol.”

“i know.”

“just making sure you knew.” 

“i love you.”

the words echoed out into the dark room, reverberating against the ribs in y/n’s chest. he just said i love you. her heart was pounding so fast in her chest she was scared she’d have a heart attack. 

she was about to return the favor, to say “i love you too” but she heard soft snores coming from the man she was holding in her arms. 

oh well. a topic for another time. 

“love, can you grab me a glass of water so i can take this advil?” 

y/n nodded quickly and grabbed the advil from the nightstand on her side of the bed, handing it to roger who quickly downed it and laid his head back on the pillow. 

y/n chewed aggressively on the cuticle of her nail, causing roger to cock an eyebrow with his eyes closed. “stop biting your nails. it’s a bad habit.” he mumbled. 

y/n almost couldn’t stop herself. 

“i love you too.” she blurted out breathlessly. roger’s eyes flew open as he looked her body up and down. 

it was like a wave of realization rolled across his face. his eyes lit up in excitement as he sat up to look at his beautiful girlfriend. 

“so that wasn’t a dream…” he mumbled in disbelief. y/n grinned and shook her head no, before roger grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to straddle his lap. 

“i love you more.”

“i love you mostest.”

“that’s not even a word.”

“i know. i have so much love for you there’s not even a word in the english language to describe it.” 

roger took a pause to soak in y/n’s statement. a genuine and full grin quickly found it’s way to his lips. 

“touché, y/n. touché.” 

[allthingsmachinegunkelly]

Imagine #5

Its been three days since you and Kells slept together at the hotel. The tour was almost over. The last show is tomorrow tonight. 

You had talked to Kells, of course, for work and stuff, but not a word was said about your night together. It hurt your feelings a bit that he hadn’t tried to get to know you more like he said he would. You didn’t even really understand what he meant by that. You don’t think he wants a fuck buddy especially after telling you that you mean more than that to him, but he hasn’t tried to sleep next to you at night, or hang together with just you two, or kiss you, which you missed. Hell, he hasn’t flirted once with you which is conflicting because you don’t know whether to initiate anything or if you should leave him be. He’s hard to read. 

Its the last calm night on tour as we're on the bus traveling through the night to the next venue. Tomorrow night we will all be partying and celebrating our last show on the tour and you’ll be flying out the next day so you know this could be your last chance, at least for a while, to see if he is still interested in you. Once the tour is over, there are a few days of downtime before Kells’ schedule will pick right back up again with making music and starring in movies. 

Its about midnight and the guys are all laying in their bunks. You and Kells are the last two who are chilling on the couches in the back of the bus. You are across from him on your laptop. You’re both sitting in silence. You look up from your screen at him and see him just scrolling on his phone. You’re almost waiting for him to look up at you, but he doesn’t. You sigh and close your laptop. You set it aside and get up slowly, making your way to Kells. He still hasn’t looked up. 

You sit on the couch a couple feet away from him. You wait for him to acknowledge you but he hasn’t. You crawl towards him and just as your about to lay your head on his lap, Slim walks into the bathroom, which seems to startle Kells. He gets up quickly and stretches. 

Through a yawn, he says “I’m goin to bed dawg.” He seems to be talking to Slim. He’s completely ignored you. What the fuck? You don’t want to get upset because he might just be tired so you fight back the tears behind your eyes. You roll over on your back and call it a night too. 

---------------------------------------------------

Kells just got done with his last show on tour and everyone’s headed to a club to celebrate. 

The club is crazy, the music is booming and the alcohol is flowing. Everyone is having such a good time, even you. You love to dance. Kells ignoring you last night hasn’t seemed to have the biggest affect on you, but the drunker you get, the more your emotions are getting to you. 

Everyone is in the VIP section but so many girls have been invited in by the guys that you’ve lost sight of Kells. You sit down on one of the couches and sip your drink. A very tan girl with jet black hair and blue eyes plops down next to you, almost spilling her drink on you. 

Trying to yell over the music and slurring her words, she says, “Oh my god, this is crazy!”

You smile at her.

“He’s so fucking hot.” she says as she points with her pinky at Kells. He’s doing shots with some girls across from you. “Do you like work with him?”

She probably assumed that because you're the only girl in the VIP section that hasn't shoved your tits in his face. “Yeah,” you reply with a fake smile.

She spins to you quickly on the couch, clearly drunk ,”Gawd, please tell me you’ve fucked him.” 

You laugh as you look down at the ice left in your glass, “No, but even if I had, it wouldn’t mean anything.”

“But you’re so prettyyyyyy, get the fuck on it girl, I sure am”, she says as she gets up and dances towards Kells. 

You feel your stomach drop as you watch Kells wrap his arm around her. He’s falling all over the place and drinking straight out of a bottle of Ciroc vodka. The girl with black hair turns around and pushes her ass into his crotch. She starts grinding on him. 

He dances with girls all the time, it’s nothing new to you, but you do feel little betrayed. He told you he was into you. He fucked you. He saw you at your most exposed state. At this point you were just hoping he wasn’t going to take her or any other girl back to his hotel room.

You looked away for a few seconds to scan the VIP section for a bottle of vodka. You found one and poured some into your glass. When you looked back over to Kells, he was sitting in a lounge chair and the girl with the black hair was on top of him. She was sitting on his lap with her legs draped over his. They were deep in a very messy kiss. 

You had seen enough. You pulled yourself off the couch, downed all of the alcohol in your glass and tossed it onto a table. Your heels clacked against the ground as you walked away quickly. 

You caught an Uber back to the hotel. 

-------------------------------------------------

The next morning you woke up with a hangover. You popped a couple Advil and got your stuff together to get ready for the flight back home. 

You knocked on all the guys’ doors, waking them up. 

You all arrived at the airport. All the boys were way more hungover than you were. They looked like hell, Kells especially. You didn’t bother to see if he had brought a girl home. You barely bothered to talk to him. 

The flight was a long and quiet one. There were a couple stops along the way. You mostly tried to avoid sitting next to or having to see Kells if you didn’t have to. He hurt you and you weren’t going to get over it in a day. 

You finally arrived in Cleveland at about two in the morning. It had been a long and uncomfortable few flights. 

Everyone’s on their way to Kells’ house to meet with Ashleigh (MGK’s manager) before they make their way back to their houses. 

“Feels fuckin good to be home.” Kells says as he drops his bags on the floor. 

Ashleigh is waiting in the kitchen for everyone. She goes over Kells’ schedule for the next couple months. Once she’s finished everyone heads home. Kells heads upstairs and you stay around to talk with Ashleigh. She heads out once you’ve finished. You stick around to type out the schedule. You’re always losing loose papers and you need to stay organized so you can stay on track and keep Kells on time. 

You’re sitting on the couch typing. You can feel your eyes getting heavy. You’re trying to fight the heaviness but you give in and fall asleep. 

You’ve been sleeping for a couple hours. You’re eyes flutter open. You look around and see that it’s about four a.m. You get up and head to the kitchen for some water. You close the fridge, making a loud click.

“Jesus,” Kells says leaning over the banister. He starts walking down the stairs.”I thought everyone was gone.” 

 “I fell asleep. I’m gonna head home though.” You have an apartment in Cleveland and with not being there for a few months, you’ve been missing your bed. 

“No, it’s fuckin four in the morning, just stay here,” he shakes his head as he adjusts the band of his sweatpants. He’s shirtless and his hair is messy. You must’ve woken him up. 

“Uhhh,” unsure of what to say you stall. “I’m ... I’d just rather sleep in my own bed, but thanks.” You’re having trouble looking him in the eye because when you do, you just picture him with his tongue down that girl’s throat. 

“You can sleep in my bed.” 

You look at him, you can’t believe he said that. “No”

“Why not? It’s comfy.” he scoots out a bar-stool from under the island’s bar. 

You huff and slam your water bottle on the counter. “I’m sleeping in your bed, but I’m sleeping alone.” 

“That wasn’t the deal” he chuckles.

“Well fight me for it then,” you say sarcastically but with attitude as you walk around the island. You scoop up one of your bags and head upstairs to his room. 

You close the bedroom door and pull your shirt over your head and undo your bra. You slip your jeans off and dig around your bag for your pajamas. 

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself. You grabbed the wrong bag. You look around his room for something to throw on. You see the t-shirt he was wearing today. You throw it over your head. It smells like him and hangs down below your butt cheeks on you. Smelling him angered you. You didn’t want to smell like him all night. You needed your own clothes.

You step out of his bedroom door and peek over the balcony of the stairs. You don’t see him so you trot down the stairs quickly towards your bags. You find your other suitcase with clothes and bend down to dig through it. 

You hear the toilet flush and Kells walks out of the bathroom that’s behind you. 

You quickly realize your ass is exposed, “fuck”, you stand up quickly with a pile of clothes in your hand. 

“What’s up”, he says as he walks past you. 

“Nothing,” 

He turns around towards you. “You look good in my clothes.” 

“I grabbed the wrong bag,” you scoff as you avoid eye contact with him and turn towards the stairs. 

“Don’t know why you can’t change here, It’s not like I haven’t seen it.”

You stop and look him in the eye. You’ve become so annoyed with him lately because he seems to be playing you. You’ve been holding in your feelings for a couple days now and it’s too much to hold in. 

“Fine.” You turn towards him and drop your clothes on the ground. Quickly, you rip his shirt over your head, leaving you standing in front of him in just your thong. You throw his shirt at him roughly. You bend down, swipe your clothes off the ground and pull your shirt onto your head and down your body. You slip your thong from your hips down your legs. You kick it to the side and pull your favorite velvet shorts up your legs. 

“What did I do?” he asks, seemingly confused and holding his shirt. 

“More like what you didn’t do,” you reply sternly.

“What?” He replies quickly. 

You roll your eyes, “ever since we fucked you’ve just been avoiding me, pretending like it didn’t happen, even though YOU said you were into me. Like yeah, I’m a little confused because you made it seem like you wanted something but I guess you didn’t”

“It was the end of the tour, we’re all fuckin tired.” He argues.

“Okay but you’ll barely look at me. You said I wasn’t just a fuck for you but that must be what you tell all the sluts you sleep with to get in their pants.”

He throws his hands in air,” you weren’t! What the fuck you trynna say? That I used you or played you? Nahh, I told you some personal shit. I told you I was feeling you after this heartbreak I didn’t think I’d get over. I’m fucking sorry for not wanting to rush into it.” He’s using his hands a lot, like he normally does when he’s mad. 

“Don’t fucking pretend like I've been the only girl on your mind. What about last night, huh? I bet you brought that girl back. You seemed to be feeling her, more specifically her mouth with your tongue.”

Kells looks confused again,”but she didn’t mean anything.That’s the difference between you.”

“Okay, but if I did wouldn’t you think that I probably didn’t want to see you all over some girl right in front of me?”

“Ya know what, fuck this.” He says as he heads to the stairs.”

“Colson?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” he says as he stops a couple steps above you. He turns towards you, “You really think I would’ve played you? You?” He motions to you with his hands. “We work together, I wouldn’t want to fuck that up, that shit is awkward and fucked up. You’re not just some random girl. I do like you. What more do you want me to say?”

Your voice gets louder and higher as he still hasn’t denied sleeping with the Kardashian look-alike from the club. “I don’t know?” You say sarcastically. “Tell me you haven’t fucked somebody else since you slept with me! That’s what I want to hear, because then I’ll believe you.” 

He takes a deep breath as he looks down, he slowly looks up at you and says calmly. “I haven’t been with anyone else since that night with you. Anything else you want me to tell you?”

Your heart starts beating faster as relief washes over you, but you still need to clear something up. “It’s... I-”, you look down at your feet, “I just thought what we had was really nice, I enjoyed it.” You look back up at him. “And that night on the bus, I really wanted to just be close to you, not even sex, and you,” your voice getting quieter, “you just blew me off and it hurt my feelings. It made me feel like you’d changed your mind about me.”

There is silence as you’re waiting for him to answer. 

“I didn’t mean to make it seem like that.” He rubs his forehead and pulls his hands through his hair, clearly a little stressed. He lets out a sigh. 

“What?” You ask him quietly.

He looks into your eyes, “I didn’t want the guys to see.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry, but they really like you and with my reputation, I don’t want them to think I’m gonna hurt you. It’d be like fucking their sister or something. They wouldn’t let me”.

You let out a small laugh, “I agree.”

Caught off guard, “what??”

“I don’t want them to know either.” 

“Really?”

“Yeah,” you sigh as you move up a couple steps so that you are eye level with him. “I don’t want them to worry I might break your heart.” You say sarcastically, smiling.

“You’ll never break my heart.”

“Oh, so you think I’m gonna stick around?”

“I got you on lock.”

You laugh, "I don’t know about that. 

“I do.” He says as he kisses you sweetly on the lips.”You know you want a piece of this,” he says as he opens his arms and points to himself. He turns to walk up the rest of the stairs. 

You follow him. 

He turns to watch you coming up the stairs. He leans over the railing to the side of the steps with his forearms bearing his weight. When you reach the top of the steps he stands up straight and you walk to him. He turns to you. 

Softly, he says looking straight into your eyes and placing his hands on your waist, “see, I told you.”

You slowly start kissing each other, fighting over dominance with your tongues softly. You let his tongue win. You feel it’s warmness move around your mouth softly. As he pulls his mouth away from yours you suck on his tongue as it slips out of your mouth. Before he pulls his tongue away completely you bite it softly and release it slowly. His hands pull you into him gently. He’s being very sweet. You take in the taste of him and he seems to be content with just enjoying yours rather than trying to rip your clothes off. Your hands are around his back. 

His hand slips down your velvet shorts to squeeze your ass. He is still kissing you softly. Your hand moves around his waist to the front of his stomach. You slowly and teasingly slither your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging at them, you let your hand slide into them. You feel his throbbing boner and start stroking it softly.

Your legs squeeze together as feeling him grow, makes you wet. Your lips release from his and your forehead drops into the crook of his neck as you let out a breathy moan. Still rubbing and stroking his boner, you lift your head to whisper in his ear, “I love that I can make your dick hard, but it makes me want you so bad.” That was enough for him.

Rather than saying anything, he just grabs your arms and waist and spins you around so that your stomach is up against the railing of the balcony. He pushes your back down so that you are bent over. He pulls your waist back into his. You take a step back so that your arms are resting on the banister. He pulls his sweats and briefs down exposing his hard dick. He grabs both sides of your shorts and pulls them down to your ankles. His fingers glide down your ass from behind and slips them between your wet folds. 

“I can see you’re ready for me baby.” He slaps your ass cheek making it jiggle to his liking. 

He positions himself at your entrance. He slowly enters you, gliding deeper and deeper inside you until you feel his pelvis against you. You whimper in pleasure. He starts thrusting quick and hard, hitting your g-spot with every one. You are unable to control your moans as they are loud and long. The pleasure is so intense that you have become close so quickly and apparently so has he. You hear him groaning and breathing heavy behind you. You scream in pleasure as you feel your walls clench around him as your legs start to buckle underneath you. Kells continues thrusting hard, causing the most euphoric orgasm you’ve ever had. You feel a warm liquid inside you as his thrusting becomes slower. He lets out a moan of satisfaction and release. The thrusting stops and he pulls out of you. You remain bent over at the railing trying to catch your breath. A loud hard slap against your ass cheek leaves a red mark as he clearly couldn’t help himself. 

You stand up slowly, turning to watch him walk to the bathroom. You kick the shorts off from around your ankles and slip the shirt over your head and follow him. When you get to the bathroom, you see him turning on the water in the shower. He turns to see you standing in the doorway naked. You watch him as his eyes scan your body from top to bottom. You pass by him to feel the shower water, it is hot like you prefer it so you step into the stream of water. Steam has already started to fill the bathroom. You let the water run down your face and through your hair. Kells steps in behind you. 

You can feel him against your back. You pull your head out of the water and step back into him. He lays his arms around you from behind. While he's still holding you, you turn to face him and you wrap your arms around his waist, holding him tight. 

His warm damp skin feels so good to rest your cheek on. He lays his cheek on top of your head. Your bare skin against each other and his strong arms around you makes you feel warm and protected. You don’t let go of each other. You both say nothing and just listen to the sound of the running water.