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[mvthr]

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[rattyoakenbitch]

the hobbit: “blackout” ₊˚ ⸝ thorin x reader

❝fuck your curfew, let's just kiss more 'til we see the lights over the city. if i gotta go soon, will you miss me?❞

gif 1 credit: n/a gif 2 credit: mine song: jessie reyez, bea miller - feels like home

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pairings: thorin oakenshield x modern reader

warnings: language

summary: after thorin oakenshield drops into  the modern world, he’s taken in by you.

It’s been nearly two weeks since you let this stranger, Thorin Oakenshield, stay in your home. He rambled on about where he came from, how he ended up in your world, and how he was a Dwarf king. At first, you were sure that he was insane. But he seemed sincere, and surely did not look like he belonged to your world, so you had to give him a chance. Thorin wasn’t quick to adapting to the modern world and its technologies, but he slowly got used to it. You taught him what was appropriate and what was not, how to dress, etc. Every day, you noticed how homesick he was and had to somehow get his mind off ‘Middle Earth’. You taught him how to play the guitar, table tennis, and took him around exploring in the hiking paths and forests by your home. Although today you were forced to stay indoors. It was raining, which wasn’t an issue at first, until lightning flashed in the sky and started to thunder.

You were currently seated on the couch with Thorin on the floor between your legs, facing the TV. You combed your hands through his hair, giving his scalp a massage while tying his hair up into a man bun and leaving his small braids out to frame his face.

“How old are you?” you purred, noticing the grey streaks in Thorin’s long hair. 

“One-hundred-ninety-five. Why?” Your eyes widened.

“Oh my gosh, no way. You’re joking me!”

He scoffed. “No, I am not joking you, Y/N. Why is that such a shock?”

“People here barely ever make it past eighty,” you explain, referring to your world. “And you look good for an older dude.�� 

Thorin flushed at the compliment, but furrowed his eyebrows at the unfamiliar word. “Dude?”

“Oh, right. My ba-- Sorry. I’ll try not to use modern language around you. Dude means man.”

“You might as well. It looks like I won’t be leaving your modern world any time soon,” Thorin sighed, sadness in his voice. You frowned, remembering he needed to get home eventually, but had no idea how. He told you that his wizard friend, Gandalf, was playing with magic and somehow transported him to your time. You figured that maybe Gandalf would find a way to bring him back, but you started to lose hope after a week of waiting.  

“Hey, you’ll make it back,” you said comfortingly. “If you were important in Middle Earth, I don’t think they would give up on you so easily.” Thorin doesn’t respond. You both just sit in silence, watching the screen. You could tell Thorin wasn’t even paying attention to the show playing. His mind wandered restlessly. Until out of the blue, he spoke up.

“Would you miss me? If I left?”

“What--?” The sharp sound of lightning striking suddenly, followed by all the lights and electronics in your house shutting off interrupted you. “Fuck!”

“Y/N? What happened?”

“Blackout. The storm cut off the electricity,” you stated, getting up from the couch. It was already nighttime, so there were no lights besides the occasional flashes of lightning outside. You searched for your phone blindly, eventually getting ahold of it and turning on the flashlight. 

“How long will this last?” Thorin asked.

“For tonight, or until the storm passes.” You left Thorin in the dark room to grab your candle pack from the cabinet. Blackouts didn’t bother you much. You enjoyed listening to the raging storm outside and the blackness of the night. 

“Y/N, don’t leave me here!”

“Why? You scared of the dark, My King?” You taunted from the other room, causing Thorin to grumble. You soon returned with lit candles, placing them on the coffee table. You join Thorin on the couch, cuddling up to him while watching the rain pour outside. He’s taken back by the sudden intimacy, but welcomes you into his strong arms. “You’re warm,” you sighed, nuzzling your head into Thorin’s chest. He lets out a rumbling laughter. 

“This is lovely..” Thorin whispered, “It has been long since I was at peace. Away from the heavy burdens of the kingdom..”

You hummed. “I used to believe that being royalty was easy. You could just do whatever you wanted because you were rich. It never crossed my mind about how pressuring it could be on that person.”

“I may not be in a familiar world, but I am thankful I met you. It feels nice being cared for and.. not being looked at in fear, for once.” You couldn’t find any words to respond to Thorin, so you just embraced him tighter. You both kept silent again, relaxing into each other’s hold. Moments later, Thorin spoke up. “Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You never answered my question.” 

“Which one?”

“If I somehow, by some miracle, make it back to my world, would you miss me?” You hesitated at the question, before answering,

“Yeah.. I would. I suck at showing it, but I enjoy your company. I love you, and it’s calming to have you here, but I understand that you’ll need to leave.”

“...Y/N? You.. What?”

You process what you had just said, before panicking. “Oh, did I say the last part out loud? I’m sorry, I--” Thorin tilts your chin up to look at him. 

“Do you remember what I told you about Dwarven culture and our beliefs?”

“Like how you don’t shave?”

“No-- About our Ones..”

“Yeah, how could I forget?”

Thorin takes in a breath. “I do believe I found mine,” he brought your face closer to him, his hot breath fanning your face. “Maybe I was brought here for a reason, after all.” Thorin gently caresses your face, his azure eyes piercing through yours. After a brief moment of silence, he slowly pulled you to him, softly brushing his lips against yours, unsure whether you’d push him away. When you didn’t, he more confidently kissed you. He gripped your hips tightly but gently, pulling you on to straddle him without breaking the kiss. He pulled away, mumbling “I love you” against your lips before claiming your lips again.  Gosh, this felt so right. You felt like you were in heaven with him, and you never wanted this to end. 

[thatcrazybookwormgeek]

Teenage Royal Part 5

A/N: At long last, it is here. If I missed you or you would like to be tagged just let me know. 

Warnings: None that I can think of, but let me know if there is any.

Due to Tumbler's new policy, my Masterlist can be found in my bio. Normally it would be linked in each post, but posts with links no longer show up in search results.

Pairing: Coming soon: Peter Parker x Lokidottir!reader!

   Sunlight hit my face as I turned over in bed. My mind traveled back to yesterday, when me and my dad made up. Realizing I wasn’t on the couch where I had fallen asleep I jolted up with a start. My surroundings were familiar and I soon realized I was in my room.

“How’d I get back here?” I asked the seemingly-empty room.

“I thought you’d like to sleep in your own bed. I carried you here while you were asleep.” My once tired brain riddled itself with adrenaline as I faced the speaker.

 My father sat in a chair with a book in his hands, smiling at him I said,“Thank You.”

 Now awake I was ready to start my day. I got out of bed and went to my closet, pulling out a black mini-skirt and a skull tank-top I entered the bathroom. Once dressed I applied my usual green eyeshadow and drew on a dramatic wing. Satisfied with that part of my face I moved on to my lips, filling them in with a black matte liquid lipstick. Looking and feeling like a million bucks I exited the bathroom. I found Loki still sitting in the chair, engrossed in his book one again.

Clearing my throat I got his attention, “What do you think?”

“You look amazing, are you ready for your first day of high school?” I was glad my dad liked it, even if I forgot that it was the first day of school for me.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” I answered as we both exited the room and headed down to the kitchen.

The kitchen was chaos as we entered it. Sam and Bucky were arguing as Steve was attempting to make pancakes. Tony and Clint looked half asleep as they sat and drank their coffee, Clint literally out of the pot. Deciding that it would be better to get to school early I grabbed a bagel and a cup of coffee to go. Then me and my dad exited the chaos of the compound.

The ride to school was filled with comfortable silence. Both of us were simply enjoying each others company without the need for chatter. It wasn’t long before the gates of Midtown School of Science and Technology came into view. With a wave to my dad I left the car and approached the building.

Entering the front door I searched for the office. I must have looked lost because it wasn’t long before a student pointed me in the right direction. Thankful for the help I was able to find the office and get my new student packet. Looks like my first block was Science, oh look, I have a student guide. Looks like their name is Peter Parker. Wait. I know that name. That’s the guy I met yesterday. Spiderman.

“Hi, I’m your student gui… Y/N?! What are you doing here?” Just as I put the pieces together none other than Peter Parker walked through the doors of the office where I was told to wait.

“I go to school here now, I just transferred. Tony said this would be a good school for me.” I answered his questions with honesty, it would be nice having a familiar face at school.

“That’s awesome! Principal Morita said you have all the same classes as me, so that means we have science in… 5 minutes.” Peter rambled on like he would die if he didn’t keep speaking.

“Then let’s get going.” We walked through the halls in silence, as we didn’t know what to say.

I had just entered the class when the teacher announced that they were going to have a new student. “Say, here she is now. Can you tell the class your name?”

“Y/N L/N.” I responded as I found an empty seat next to a girl with bushy hair.

“I’m MJ.” The girl next to me introduced herself.

“You already know my name so no use saying it again.” I said with a slightly snarky attitude that MJ seemed to like.

The rest of the morning passed without a problem. The teachers all had me say my name, but that was a minor inconvenience. It was the last class of the day, gym. I don’t particularly hate gym, but it’s not my favorite.

“Alright, Students. Today we’re going to be playing a timeless P.E. classic. Dodgeball. Everyone go grab a jersey and line up the balls on the center-line. We start on my whistle.” The students rushed to do as they were told, and soon we were all ready to go.

The game passed in blurs of balls and dodging. I had managed to get a few people out, although I mostly tried to get Peter out, but his reflexes were just too good. Until he got distracted, then I managed to hit him straight in the chest. Just as he was about to get in the out area the bell rang, signifying the end of school. I walked beside Peter to get to our lockers, as they were right next to each other.

After we had changed out of our sweaty gym clothes and grabbed the books we needed we headed out the doors of school. We were greeted with the sight of an Audi parked on the sidewalk. I recognized the car as the one I had arrived in and began to walk towards it.

“Parker, you coming?” I called over my shoulder.

“Yeah.” He stuttered as he caught up to me.

“Hey honey, Parker.” Getting in the backseat we noticed Loki was sitting in the passenger seat in the front.

“Hey dad. How was your day?” I asked with no hesitation, I didn’t care if Parker knew we were related anyway.

“Dad?! You’re Loki’s daughter!?” Peter asked with eyes the size of dinner plates.

“Yeah, that a problem?” I questioned.

“No, that’s awesome. My friend’s dad is a god. That makes you a goddess!” Peter was cute when he fanboyed, even if it was over my father.

“We’re friends?!” I teased him.

“Yeah, right? I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” Poor Peter was stuttering so bad at this point I almost felt bad.

“Relax, I was just teasing you.”

The rest of the ride back to the compound was full of meaningless small talk and meme references. Talking to Peter became easier with every passing minute and time seemed to fly at the speed of sound. Before either of us knew it we were at the compound.

Exiting the car we both headed straight to the kitchen for an afternoon snack. Luckily, it appeared that someone had cleaned it up since this morning. Seeing as there was no visible puddles of pancake batter. Still talking we raided the snack cabinets and headed towards the living room. However, to our disappointment it was occupied.

We turned to exit the living room as the voice of Tony Stark rang out. “Nice to see you two getting along. Wanna come play some video games?”

Mine and Peter’s eyes met as we both cried out, “Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

I ended up beating him and calling controller one. To our surprise they were playing Wii Sports. It was quite a sight to see the god of Thunder playing wii bowling. But unfortunately that sight didn’t last. As Thor had forgotten the wrist strap and sent it flying straight into the television. After that we all decided that maybe we should be done with the wii for the night. So we all headed to the kitchen and Steve ended up making burgers.

Having seen Steve’s pitiful attempt at pancakes this morning my hopes weren’t high for the burgers. But apparently nothing is more patriotic than burgers, as The Man with The Plan proved.

After everyone had eaten we all decided that it was too early to call it a night. So we met in the living room with board games. Board games seemed to be a smart idea after the wii fiasco.

However, after getting halfway through a game of monopoly, that did not appear to be the case. Tony had left long ago after being stopped from using real money after going bankrupt. Bruce had opted out in fear of the hulk. Which was probably really smart, as Natasha was currently sharpening her knives viciously. Steve was crying in the corner and Clint and Thor were fighting over railroads. Loki was muttering about “mortal games”, and Bucky and Sam were battling it out in the training room.

“I feel incredibly mature right now. Wanna go find some fruit roll ups and watch Star Wars while we study?” Peter asked as he finished putting the game away.

“That sounds like a plan. Meet you in my room in 20.” I replied as I walked towards the kitchen to find fruit roll ups and soda.

An hour into the study session we ended up having a full blown karaoke war. So far it was tied 1-1, with Clint as the Judge. This was the last chance to win, and I wasn’t going out on a low note. So naturally, I decided to go with one of my personal favorites, Young Blood by Bea Miller.

I blew every note out of the park and poured my heart out into the song. At the end it was clear that I was the winner. But, unfortunately we still had homework. So the rest of the night was spent studying until we both drifted off. Both of our noses buried in books, and various pens scattered across the bed we camped out on.

Early in the morning the light on in Y/N’s room intrigued Loki, and he went to investigate. He knocked, and hearing no answer he entered. Looking around he took in the sight of studying materials and the two teens passed out on top of the covers. Both still in their clothes from yesterday. He smiled at the sight and left the two teens as he wandered his way to the kitchen for tea and then to the library.

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[useraew]

Girlfriend

Sweet pea x fem reader

Summary: In which the reader has mixed feelings about sweet pea and believes they don’t want to be with sweet pea but they love what they have going on with sweet pea. 

 Warnings: use of drugs

 Authors note: based on girlfriend by bea miller. listen here

Throughout the last few months the atmosphere in my head was uneasy. Sweet pea and myself had became friends with benefits to some extent. I knew I didn’t want a relationship with sweet pea but for him I wasn’t so sure. He would always be crashing at mine after a hook up. I would of assumed he'd be gone by the morning but some days my eyes opened to seeing him next to me.

I always valued my friendship with pea, which made it harder for me once we became friends with benefits. In moments like this i find myself wishing nothing more than to play with sweet pea’s hair and that be that in our relationship. Sweet pea always asked me questions about us in ways that i knew some part of him wanted me more than a fuck and leave. 

 As i woke up one morning, the sound of my phone started to ding as i positioned my body up. My phone read 5 unread messages from sweet pea, i sighed at the sight of the messages. I replied that i couldn’t hang because to be honest i didn’t want to hang with sweet pea all the time. I didn’t want people to think me and him were starting something. All i wanted was to be on my own, but with pea it was a lot harder. 

Wiping down a table at Pop’s as it was almost time to finish my shift, the sound of the bell going off as someone entered the diner. Not looking up as i turned the corner back to the counter, my eyes met with sweet pea’s. He smiled as i placed my towel down. 

“Hey Y/n, did you get my text?” 

I rolled my eyes at his question as i grabbed menus as the door opened and the bell repeated from before. I turned the corner again and happily handed the menus to the couple, my feet moved back over to the counter as pea was waiting for me. 

“pea i got your messages i’m busy i’m sorry” As i looked back at him he gave me a questionable look before speaking again. 

“but, ,don’t you take off in a few” Once i realized he knew my schedule i gave him a small look. “oh, shut up” He smirked at me as i walked to the back to change. 

--

The sun shined through my window as i noticed sweet pea’s jacket at the end of my bedside. I sighed knowing he was still here, quickly changing into my own clothes, i walked out to the kitchen to find sweet pea cleaning in my kitchen. I grew confused as i positioned my head to the side. 

“pea, why the fuck are you cleaning?” As sweet pea noticed my presence he put away some dishes from the night before. I grabbed a cup from the cabinet as turned off the water. 

“I’m just trying to be nice y/n” I let out a chuckle as i could see through his bullshit. 

“when are you ever nice pea?, oh.. never” I groaned back at him as i rolled my eyes and poured some orange juice. Sweet pea put his hands up in defense as i took a seat at my table. 

“I’m only nice to the people i like y/n, hear that y/n I LIKE YOU” Looking back at pea as i took a sip, i sighed this was my greatest fear. I stayed silent as i watched him and i go on the same route again and again. 

--

A weekend later it was 10 am and sweet pea and i were laying in bed and smoking a joint. As i looked to the ceiling, i watched myself exhale as the smoke faded into the light that was coming from the window. I looked at sweet pea who was already looking my way and he giggled. 

“what pea” 

“I haveee a secrettt y/n” As i could tell by the tone of his voice i could see through his highness.  

“what is it?” He laughed again before speaking again. 

“sweetiee peaaa, is in love with youuuu y/n, but you didn’t hearrr itt fromm me” 

My eyes grew big as i nodded at the high boy. A few hours later i had crashed and could feel sweet pea’s lips kissing my cheek. All these mixed feelings i was feeling was making me go haywire. The thing was, i wasn’t brave enough to lose what was already there with sweet pea. I did love him but i didn’t think i could go through with being with sweet pea.     

xxx

@bettycoopr @serpenteazy @serpentsweetspea @serpent-squad @serpentbitch @southside-sweets @moonchildcorbin 

[dirtymendes]

Like That

[listen to Like That by Bea Miller.] The car ride is silent and the only sounds are the loud rain pouring on the car, and my fuming thoughts. Shawn looks out his window, a slight intoxication to him, and acts like everything is normal, but things aren't. I can't stand to be in the car with him. How can he act like things were normal when things weren't? Within a few minutes, we pull up to the house. Instead of waiting for the car to be shut off and the chauffeur opening the door for us, I unbuckle my belt and hop out of the car and walk towards the front door. The rain begins to soak me and I search for the spare key, but curse under my breath when I see that it's not in its usual spot of being taped under the outdoor lamp. Shawn takes his time getting out of car and I know that he does that on purpose. I cross my arms under my chest and feel goosebumps forming on my skin and my teeth begin to chatter. The car door opens and out walks Shawn, the keys tossed up and down in his right hand as his left hand is in the pocket of his pants. By now I'm fully soaked and Shawn is on his way to being soaked by how slow he walks. "Are you in a rush?" Shawn asks as he begins to unlock the front door. I don't reply. He chuckles and then as soon as the door is open, I walk right in and head into the house. My heels make noise, but I remove them and begin to walk towards the kitchen. The door closes and Shawn's voice echoes through the hall, "So you're mad at me now, huh?" After finding nothing to eat, I opt to just go upstairs and call it a night. I walk back towards the front of the hall and see Shawn hang up his jacket. "Silent treatment tonight?" Shawn asks me. I ignore him and head up the stairs to the bedroom. I hear his footsteps follow me and I prepare myself for whatever it is he's going to do to try and get himself out of trouble. "What did I do this time?" He asks. I walk to the vanity mirror and take a seat and begin to remove my jewelry and makeup from the night. I see his reflection in the mirror and he leans against the doorway. The white shirt he wore for the night clings onto his torso and the shadow of his abs is prominent. I watch through the reflection as he slowly unbuttons the top buttons of his shirt as he removes his black tie. "Wanna tell me what I did?" Shawn asks. "I can tell you what you didn't do. That'd be less time." I reply. "Was it about tonight?" "Not just tonight. It's almost every night." "Ali, what am I doing here? What am I doing wrong?" Shawn asks as he begins to walk closer. I turn around in my seat and point at him. "You know exactly what you do! You hide our relationship and it makes me look like a fucking groupie! Just say it, Shawn, say to everyone that I'm you're girlfriend and you're not fucking some model or other celebrity." I say. Shawn puts his hands at his hips and shakes his head, a laugh emitting from his lips, and he lets out a deep sigh. "This again? We come back to this again, huh?" "Yes, Shawn, we're back here. Again. And we wouldn't need to be back here again if you..." "If I what, Ali?" He asks as he raises his voice slightly. "Tell me how can I prevent this silent treatment that you give me? Because you know there is nothing I would love more than to know what the fuck is making you act this way." "Like that!" I raise my voice as I stand up. "It's when you treat me like that!" "Like what?" "Like I'm dumb! Like I'm the one who just loves to start fights! Like I'm not your girlfriend! Like I'm just...not important to you." "So we're doing this again?" He asks. Shawn turns around and places a hand at his forehead. "Perfect example. You make me feel like I'm not important. Like the words I say aren't important. Like - you know what? What's the point? You're just gonna direct this back to dumb questions." I walk past him and head down the stairs. Sometimes I feel like I'm not everything he wants me to be. I head into the kitchen and rummage through the cabinets in search for a headache reliever. I grab the bottle of pills, open it, swallow a pill, close the bottle, place it back, and then pour myself a glass of water. I stand in front of the sink and sip my water as the moonlight slips through the window. From behind, I can feel Shawn's presence in the room. I place my glass in the sink and stare out the window. I hear his steps coming closer and eventually he's behind me. I drop my head and close my eyes. His arm snaked around my waist and I felt my breath hitch. He felt it too. Shawn pushes my hair behind my shoulder and tucks a strand behind my ear. He brings his mouth by my ear and as he licks his bottom lip, he licks a bit of my ear. "So what do you want from me?" It's a simple question. One that usually gets a rise out of me in arguments, but with his tone, and the grip he had on me, it made me shiver. I feel a drip of water fall from his hair and it lands on my right collarbone. Shawn places his right hand at my right wrist. "Alley cat?" He calls me by his nickname for me. "Tell me what's wrong." "Oh," I scoff, "you finally want to listen?" I turn around and am now facing him. His grips on my waist and wrist remain, but now I'm looking into his eyes that look a different color due to the moonlight. His usual curly mop of hair are no more, but instead wet strands that have framed his face. "Yeah, I wanna listen." Shawn says with a serious gaze. I roll my eyes and place my hand on his chest to push him away, but he doesn't budge. My hand remains on his chest, and I glance from my hand to his eyes. The rain continued outside and I take notice of how the white shirt clung to his body perfectly. I find myself debating on wanting to unbutton his shirt and wanting to stand my ground and not fall into temptation. "What's the matter?" Shawn asks as he takes note of how silent I'm being. "Cat got your tongue?" My chest rises and I find myself pressing my lips onto his in a heartbeat. He lets go of my wrist and picks me up by my waist and places me on the sink counter. I wrap my legs around him as I place my hands in his hair. His tongue runs over my bottom lip and I open my mouth, gasping as he slithers his tongue inside. His hand goes to the back of my dress and he unzips it. I enjoy the feeling of his lips on mine, his tongue on mine, as he slowly began to pull the sleeves of the dress down my arm. I remove my hands from his hair, and eventually break the kiss as he removes the top of my dress. I lick my bottom lip, biting it, as I place my hands on the collar of his shirt and pull him close to me again. Our lips attack one another once more and he lifts me off the sink and turns me around to the kitchen island. I moan into the kiss as I begin to unbutton the rest of his shirt. Shawn's hand goes in between my thighs and I gasp. With my mouth open, he gnaws on my bottom lip and it makes me moan. "Shawn," I moan. He smirks and kisses me before placing his other hand under my dress. I feel him removing my underwear and it dangles at my ankles. I kick off the fabric and break the kiss to unbutton his shirt. Shawn, not wanting to kill the vibe, kissed at my neck. My heart fluttered at the feeling of him gently and teasingly kissing at my neck. He occasionally would bite at the skin and it would make me pant. The shirt is unbuttoned and Shawn pulls back and I look him in the eyes. He smirks and I remove the shirt from his torso. The fabric clung to his skin and was slowly tugged off his arms. I place my hands on his arms, open my legs, and pull him close to me. Shawn's hands go to my thighs as we continue to kiss one another. He removes his lips from mine and kisses at my neck and down to my collar bones. My hand is at his shoulder, the other at the back of his hair. I hear the noise of his belt buckle and then the sound of his zipper coming down. I bite at his ear and he lets out a raspy moan. Shawn detaches his lips from my neck and kisses my lips gently before placing a hand at my lower back and bringing my body closer to him. "Shawn," I pant at the feeling of him separating my legs with his body. Slowly, he slides inside me. I bite on my lip and rest my forehead at his shoulder as she continued to slide all the way in. "Oh, fuck," Shawn curses. I gently bite on his shoulder and he lets out a low moan. He grabs me by the waist and it takes me by surprise when he carefully and gently, still inside me, takes us onto the floor. Shawn places me on my back and then pulls out, only to thrust all the way inside me again. It makes my body twitch and my breath to hitch. I go to touch him, but with one hand, he holds my wrists above my head and pins them to the floor. With his other hand, Shawn holds onto my right thigh and pulls out halfway and then slams back inside me. "Shawn," I moan his name. A roar of thunder and a flash of lightning are seen and heard through the window. The lightning lights up the kitchen and it allows me to see Shawn's intense gaze that made me shiver. I feel him in my stomach and he continues to roll his body into me. My moans are heard throughout the kitchen and Shawn begins to lowly grunt with each thrust. "God," he grunts, "you feel so good." "Shawn," I pant. He lets go of my thigh and then holds a wrist in each hand. My hands are still pinned to the floor under his touch, but instead of being above my head, they're by my shoulders. Shawn looks me in the eyes as he pulls out, and then slowly rolls back in. I arch my back and wrap my legs tighter around him and he brings his head down and kisses my lips. I want to run my fingers through his hair, tug at the strands, and even touch him, but all I can do is touch his fingers. "Shawn, Shawn," I pant. His lips continue to kiss mine and I close my eyes at the feeling of him inside me. Shawn releases my hands and I instantly place my hands in his hair. I begin to tug at it and then trail my left hand down to his shoulder and claw at his skin. He feels good. His skin is warm against mine, even though we were caught up in the rain, and he still smells intoxicating. I throw my head back at his thrusts and my head lands on the back of his forearm. Shawn takes me by surprise and pulls at my hair, making me moan louder. My moan echoes off the kitchen wall and I listen to Shawn's grunts and pants. "Sh-Shawn." I moan. "Don't, don't stop." He slowly pulls out all the way and I look at him. There's another bolt of lightning that lasts a couple of seconds and I look at Shawn. He looked hauntingly breathtaking. As I was admiring him, he takes me by surprise and begins to rub the head of his hard erection onto my clit. My body jolts in surprise and at the action. "Shawn," I moan. "Oh, fuck!" "Does that feel good?" Shawn asks me. "Uh huh." "Tell me what you like." "I li-like that." I pant. He continued to run his head against my clit, but slower and a bit rougher. I sink my teeth onto my bottom lip as I quiver at his actions. "Tell me what you want." Shawn says. "You." I say. The teasing stops and he slowly slides back inside me. I go to wrap my legs around his waist, but Shawn takes me by surprise and hitches my left leg over his shoulder. He's now deeper inside me and I open my mouth to moan, but am silent. "Say my name." Shawn demands, knowing full well that when we're in this position I can't find my voice. "Sh," my voice is a raspy pant. "Oh, fuck." "Fuck, you feel good." Shawn grunts as he thrusts harder. "Shawn, I'm gonna -" "No you're not." He says. Shawn places a hand at my neck and applies pressure with his thumb. I bite my lower lip as he applies more pressure and feel myself ready to cum. "Shawn." I say in a raspy voice. "Not yet." He replies. Shawn starts to thrust slower, in a grinding fashion, and it throws me over the edge. "Shawn," "Did I tell you to cum?" He asks. I try my hardest to hold it, but can't. "Fuck!" I reach my orgasm and moan loudly, almost close to a scream, but his hand is still at my neck. Shawn picks up the pace and I feel him go deeper in my stomach. I moan louder as he releases his hand from my neck and instead places it on my waist. He pins me down to the floor and continues to thrust into me. "Oh, baby, fuck!" Shawn moans. He pulls out just in time and I feel him shoot out on my inner thigh. Shawn spreads my legs open with his hand and with two fingers, he wipes up his cum from my thigh and brings it to my mouth. "Open." Shawn says. I open my mouth and suck on his fingers and swallow the cum. "Good girl." He leans down and kisses my lips, his tongue gently running over mine. He pulls back and tugs at my bottom lip before kissing at my neck. Shawn looks at me and smirks, "Now I like that."