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Volume 284

0:00:00 — "Intro" by Harsh Symmetry (2023)

0:01:33 — "Hard Lesson" by Enjoy (2023)

0:04:26 — "Do the In Between" by Telehealth (2023)

0:08:13 — DJ

0:11:34 — "Right Time" by Current Affairs (2023)

0:15:23 — "Asking for It" by M(h)aol (2023)

0:17:39 — "Sabor Attacks" by Dragnet (2023)

0:19:14 — "Mr Cats" by Public Body (2023)

0:21:21 — "Waiting for Kenny" by La Sécurité (2023)

0:24:40 — DJ

0:29:17 — "TKO" by Puppy Angst (2023)

0:33:22 — "Know Better" by Sir Chloe (2023)

0:36:28 — "In Space" by Connections (2023)

0:41:26 — "Have Nots" by Blues Lawyer (2023)

0:45:02 — DJ

0:52:27 — "Encontrarte" by Montegrande (2023)

0:54:37 — "Basta Ya!" by Sakatumba (2023)

0:57:53 — "Door Plant" by Door Plant (2023)

0:58:51 — "Neonjuhlissa" by Radio Supernova (2023)

1:02:01 — "Observer" by Last Past (2023)

1:04:22 — DJ

1:08:20 — "Desperately Free" by Art Feynman (2023)

1:13:00 — "Sensual Encounter" by Lost Traveler ロスト (2023)

1:15:44 — "Memory" by Friendzone (2023)

1:18:33 — "Rumble" by Skrillex & Fred Again & Flowdan (2023)

1:20:52 — DJ

1:25:29 — "Office Reception" by Exquisite Nights (2023)

1:30:36 — "Garbage" by Eternal Dust (2023)

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLEFT HAND * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Matt hurt his right wrist during a horse ride for a video, but who said that a wrist guard would hold him back from fucking Y/N with his fingers?

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader 　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　smut (mdni), switch!Matt, switch!Y/N, fingering, pet names, injuries, and pain.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　this is a repost of an old fanfic of mine that got deleted by tumblr! *if you've read it when I posted it last year, you can read it again because I changed almost everything.

The spacious room was dimly lit, with only a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting shadows on the walls. In the bed, the blankets were already a mess, twisted, and kicked to the side as if they had no place in the heat currently going on by its side. 

The scent of Matt - clean, slightly musky, and overwhelmingly comforting - mixed with the faint trace of Y/N's perfume created an intoxicating blend that only heightened the tension.

Matt's lips were on hers, his mouth moving with an almost reckless need, tasting, devouring, drinking her in like she was the only thing that could stop his thirst. His tongue pushed past her lips, slick and desperate, tangling with hers in a messy dance that left no room for air. The taste of him - warm, slightly sweet, and entirely intoxicating - spread through her mouth, mixing with the faint traces of mint and something purely him.

A low, needy moan vibrated from the back of her throat, swallowed immediately by Matt, who only deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with hers, hot and uneven, almost creating a cloud between them. Saliva slicked their lips, making every pull and drag of his mouth against hers wetter, sloppier, easier.

His left hand tangled in her hair, fingers tightening just enough to keep her exactly where he wanted. His thumb stroked the hinge of her jaw, dragging slow and teasing before slipping down to press against her throat, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his digit.

Their lips parted only for a moment, a groan coming from Matt diving into her mouth, the sound reverberating against her lips.

Y/N's hands roamed over his shoulders and chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch, the warmth of his skin under his shirt. The fabric had ridden up, exposing the soft flesh of his stomach, and she couldn’t help but run her hands over the small rolls, feeling the tension in his body under her fingers. Every soft sigh and groan from him was like music to her ears, something that had her head spinning.

Matt's right hand, encased in a black wrist guard, hovered hesitantly before it found its way to her waist, fingers toying with the hem of her cotton shorts. The pain in his wrist flared slightly with each movement, a horrible reminder of his earlier accident - which made him regret all his choices about going horse riding for a video - but he swallowed the pain, determined to ignore it.

He had been so careful all week, listening to his brothers and the doctor, not using his hand any more than absolutely necessary. But now, with Y/N against him, her lips swollen from his kisses, her pupils dilated, the need was unbearable. 

He needed more.

He needed to touch her, to feel her, to have his fingers buried deep inside her where she was warm and wet.

He almost could feel her heartbeat under his fingertips when he moved them, quick and unsteady. His fingers tugged at the fabric of her shorts, trying to slip underneath, to find the heat he wanted so much. 

But then it all stopped.

Too sudden.

Y/N's hand grabbed his bicep, halting his movements while pulling away abruptly. Her eyes met his.

"Matt, you can't." She whispered, her voice soft but firm, the kind of tone that made him both love and hate how much she cared. "The doctor said you shouldn’t use your right hand. It’s going to hurt you more, and you know that."

Matt's breathing was ragged, his face a mixture of frustration and desperation. He pressed his forehead against hers with a thud, trying to steady his racing pulse.

"But I need it." He pleaded like a small child, his voice rough and thick with need. "I need to feel my fingers inside you. Please... just- just for a lil bit-"

His words were an urgent whisper against her lips, followed by a soft whimper that made her heart ache. Her hand moved up, cupping his cheek, thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip.

"Honey." She murmured, trying to keep her voice steady. "I know you want to. And I want you to, too. But you need to heal. You can’t hurt yourself more just because we’re both desperate to fuck."

Matt let out the most wrecked, frustrated groan, tilting his head back like he was physically in pain from holding back.

"Fuck." He breathed, his voice strained and needy. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths, trying - failing - to ground himself. 

He felt like he was burning alive, every inch of his body aching for her, every nerve begging for relief.

His left hand trembled as it slid down from her hair, over her side, gripping at anything he could touch before he cupped her pussy through her shorts.

"Please." He whined, his fingers pressing into the damp heat, the fabric doing nothing to hide how soaked she was. His breath stuttered, and his head dropped against her shoulder as he cursed again, voice barely more than a breathless moan. "Baby, fuck- you're so wet. You’re so-"

"Matt." Y/N muttered, her voice a mix of a plea and a warning. She covered his hand with hers, trying to stop him, but her thighs said otherwise, clenching at the feel of his palm pressed so firmly against her. "You're hurt-"

He opened his eyes, and the sheer desperation in them made her words falter. His pupils were blown wide, small droplets of sweat glistening on his messy haired forehead, his lips a pretty pink, his whole body trembling against hers.

"I don’t care." He whispered, voice cracking. "I don’t care about the fucking pain or my shitty wrist, I- m'just need you. Please, Y/N, just lemme-" His hand pressed up harder, chasing the friction, his hips rolling against their bed like he couldn’t help himself.

His right hand, despite the pain, fumbled at her shorts, his fingers weak, shaking as he tried to push them down.

"Need it so bad i'fucking hurts." He whimpered, voice thick and wrecked. "Can't y'feel it? How m'feelings are hurt? My cock?"

Dramatic little shit.

Y/N’s resolve was crumbling fast, her own need mixing with the sheer desperation pouring off him in waves. 

"Okay." She whispered, their breaths mingling, their lips barely apart. "But we go slow. If it hurts too much, you stop. Deal?"

Matt nodded furiously, relief flooding his face, his fingers immediately slipping lower. His hand shook as he brushed over her pussy, the barest touch making her suck in a sharp breath.

He took his time, eyes locked on her face, watching. His fingers finally found her clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the thin fabric, the friction making her hips stutter against his touch.

"Oh, fuck-" Her head tipped back, her nails digging into his clothed shoulders.

She’s dizzy, floating in some soft, cloudy realm where only Matt exists, gasping when he bites at her exposed throat and sucks sharply, the sting of pain shooting down into her pussy without missing a beat.

"That’s it." He breathed against her skin, his voice thick with want. "Is it good, baby? Hm? You can admit it. Y'can tell me how much you want my fingers inside you."

Y/N whimpered, and Matt groaned, his tongue flicking against the sensitive spot below her ear. His fingers pressed harder, dragging another moan from her lips, and he chuckled breathlessly, the sound vibrating against her neck.

"Fuck, angel." He murmured. "Can feel how wet you're. Just say the word, and I’ll give it to you."

"I want it." She breathed out, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her hips moved on their own, trying to chase something, anything, the heat inside her walls growing more insistent. "Please, Matt, I want- I need it."

He smirked, brushing his lips from the spot below her ear to her jaw, softly licking her chin before finally capturing her lips in another kiss. His left hand met his right one on her waistband, mixing her shorts with her panties before tugging both down.

He tried to focus on the feel of her lips, the taste of her mouth, using it to distract himself from the ache in his wrist with the movements.

Matt managed to pull the clothing down just enough, his right fingers finally having direct contact with her warm pussy. He exhaled shakily inside her mouth as his fingers slid over her folds, parting them.

"God- all that f'me." He breathed out, his voice a low, reverent murmur, the slick sound of her wetness echoing like music to his ears. "’ve wanted this all week, y'know? This stupid wrist wouldn't let me touch m'girl."

Y/N’s breath hitched, watching him with smart eyes as her hips moved into his touch.

He kept his left hand against her hip, using it for balance while his right one moved with a kind of practiced ease. His thumb found Y/N's clit, circling the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure.

The wetness around it made him groan, forcing him to straight up his upper body so he could give all his attention to her pussy, the sensation nearly enough to make him forget about his wrist guard.

But it was too good to be true.

The moment his thumb changed the rhythm to up and down along her clit length, a sudden sharp pain shot through his wrist, like a knife stabbing up his arm. He went still, the breath catching in his throat, and Y/N noticed immediately.

Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, suddenly regained consciousness, filling with concern. She forced her feet against the edge of the bed, pushing herself away from him, looking down at his arm with worry etched on her features.

"Matt?" She asked, voice shaky. "Hey, let it go. Let it go. It’s okay. Are you okay?"

He blinked at her, the pain mingling with the overwhelming desire that still thrummed through his veins.

It was almost absurd, this whole situation. 

No. Actually, he was pretty sure it was absurd.

Here he was, with the most beautiful girl in the world, touching her, and all he could do was wince like an idiot because of a stupid injury. 

The absurdity of it made him laugh, a breathless, incredulous sound that bubbled up from his chest.

"Y/N, I’m fine." He chuckled, the sound strained but genuine. "Just... this damn wrist. Hurts like hell."

Y/N's eyes widened with concern.

"Matthew, that's not funny! We won't-"

But she was quickly interrupted with Matt shaking his head, silencing her worries by gently pulling his hand away from her core, pretending not to notice how her hips moved, searching for it again instinctively. 

He moved up, pressing his lips against hers in a soft, soothing kiss, his laughter still hanging in the air between them. His kisses were filled with reassurance, his uninjured hand cradling her cheek as he pressed his body closer to hers. 

"Shh, it's okay." He murmured against her mouth, his tone light, trying to ease the worry that lingered in her eyes. "You always worry too much, you know that?"

She pouted against his swollen lips, a little furrow appearing between her brows. 

"Well, someone has to look out for you, Matt. Y'always getting into trouble." Her voice was a mix of seriousness and affection, the worry not entirely gone from her eyes.

Matt didn’t respond right away. Instead, he sealed their lips in a slow, teasing touch, stealing the last of her protests before deepening it. His tongue swept over the hood of her mouth - warm and wet, his body pressing close, melting away any lingering frustration she had.

"Okay, so maybe the right hand’s out of commission." He murmured against her lips, his breath warm as he pulled his chin back just enough to speak, the tip of his tongue tracing against her lower lip. "But I’ve got another hand, don’t I?" The top of her pearly teeth scraped his upper lip, tickling the sensitive skin.

When he pulled away just slightly, his grin was lazy and confident. 

"I mean, I know I’m right-handed, but how hard can it be?" He wiggled the fingers of his left hand, the movement catching the bedside lamp’s glow.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, the daze of his kisses fading just enough for her to register his words. She pulled back, her brows arching as she took him in with a skeptical once-over.

"Matt, you’ve never used your left hand for anything like this. Well, for nothing at all, actually.” He nodded his head sideways. “What makes you think you can now?" Despite her words, there was a hint of amusement in her tone, her lips twitching into a small smile.

His grin widened, a devilish gleam lighting up his eyes. 

"Well, there’s a first time for everything, right? Besides, I’ve got the best motivation in the world right here." He murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned down, brushing his lips over hers again. Her taste was his addiction.

She squinted her eyes.

"Just let me try, baby. I promise I’ll make it good f´you. I always do, hm?"

Y/N bit her lip, her teeth tickling his in the process, torn between wanting to keep him safe and the desire that still pulsed through her, that seemed to only intensify with his words. Finally, she gave a small nod, her hands sliding down his shoulders.

"Okay. But be careful, Matt." She warned, her voice soft. “I don't want to run to the hospital right now.”

“Y´wont need to, angel.”

His left hand reached her bare pussy, caressing her mons pubis, feeling the freshly-shaved skin and taking his time in there - getting close to her clit and then retreating again, until he had Y/N’s hips moving against his hand again, her thighs clenching around his hips and her voice breaking while begging.

"Matt, please." She whimpered, squirming beneath him, her hands squeezing his wrist. "Don't tease."

There. That's exactly the reaction that he was waiting for.

He paused, stopping his movements, his injured hand pressing just slightly against her bare waist.

"What do you need, baby? I'm giving you what you wanted, right? For me to go easy..."

"No- I know, just- just touch me. Please." Her voice came out in a whisper, her teeth caging her bottom lip, trying to keep her hips steady, not wanting to hurt him.

Matt's lips formed a cocky smile, letting his left fingers travel down, sliding through her clit and, finally, stopping by her hole with the preciseness of someone who had done so a million times before.

"I love how wet I can make you, dove." He murmured, his voice a mix of awe and desire. "You have no idea how much I adore feeling you like this."

His fingers traced her entrance, teasing, testing the waters before he pressed just the tip of one finger inside her. The sensation was electric, a spark that shot through both of them, making Y/N sigh, her hands flying from his wrist to his shoulders, tightening around his shirt.

Matt moved slowly, his finger pushing deeper, knuckle by knuckle, letting her adjust to the intrusion. The feeling of her walls tightening around his digit, warm and slick, causing him to groan low in his throat.

"God, y´feel so good." He breathed, his voice a husky whisper. “M´never getting tired of it."

Y/N’s head was spinning, her senses overwhelmed by his touch, his words, the heat of his body against hers. She could feel her arousal pooling, a tight coil of need building inside her, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Her hips moved in small circles, meeting his movements, encouraging him. 

"More." She whispered, her voice breathless, filled with need. "Please, Matt, I need more."

He pressed a kiss to her lips, caressing her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue before sucking the sensitive skin, muffling her plea, his finger slowly beginning to pump in and out of her, each movement careful.

He crooked his digit, aiming for that spot nestled deep in her body, right where he knew it would feel best, his thumb brushing against her clit with every thrust, drawing soft moans from her.

"Is that what y´needed?" He asked, letting her bottom lip go with a soft ���pop’, smirking.

He let her pull away when her lungs begged for air, watching the way she rolled her hips back and forth, the squelching wetness sounds of fingers fucking into her dripping hole making Matt's cock throb painfully.

"Ye-yeah, so good." She breathed out, her chin moving while searching for his lips again, unsuccessfully. "Matt-"

He, by surprise, added a second finger, stretching her, filling her more completely. 

"Yes, that's it." She whined desperately when he moved slowly in, letting her adjust, savoring the feel of her around him.

Y/N stuttered on her own exhale, hiccupping high in her throat as Matt resumed his movements, pressing the pad of his fingers right against her sweet spot repeatedly, fucking into her leisurely. The brunette spread his fingers into a V shape, making Y/N moan louder, her hands tangling in his hair, tugging as she lost herself in the sensation.

He could feel her walls clenching around his knuckles, her body tightening as the pleasure built, each thrust sending a wave of heat through her.

"Feeling good, sweetheart? Is m´left hand making you feel the best?" Matt purrs, thoroughly pleased at the way he's giving all the pleasure to his girl.

Y/N´s fast nods and little whimpers have Matt’s eyelashes fluttering, his hips jolting between her thighs and mattress, causing the girl to squeak in response, her lips trembling as they formed a soft 'o', the heat simmering in the low pit of her stomach burning brighter and brighter with each messy thrust, Matt's fingers rubbing soothing circles with each sharp jut of his wrist. Wetness squelched between her thighs, making their bed wet and messy.

"Yeah-eah, Matt, fuck- S´fucking good. M´so close." She warns, the words coming out soft and whiny, laced with a kind of need Matt would recognise anywhere. "Please..."

Matt laughs softly.

"Always so easy, huh, sweetheart?" He was quick to pick up the pace, his fingers curling inside her, and Y/N whined in response.

"Shut up." The girl complains.

Mercifully, Matt does, and their mumbled words are replaced again with the sound of laboured breathing and heady, desperate little noises, trembling as Matt grinds his fingers into her in lazy but extremely deep little circles. Y/N gasps, rocking down into the feeling as her hands scrabble to grasp at Matt’s arms, nails digging in and lips parting on a moan.

"Baby- Matt, 'm gonna..." Y/N stuttered, her back arching as she fucked back onto his fingers, pink tongue resting against her spit-slick lips, eyes hooded and entirely dazed.

Matt hummed in agreement, kissing along Y/N’s sweaty forehead lovingly as he pressed his own hips against the mattress, his erection straining against the fabric, seeking relief from the pressure that also built inside him. Each thrust of his fingers sent a jolt of pleasure through him, her wetness drenching Matt's hand, coating the long digits in sweet sticky wetness.

"Fuck, Y/N, you’re making a mess in my hand." He groaned against her forehead, his voice a low, breathy whisper. "God, I want to be inside you- I want to fuck you so bad."

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, her walls clenching around his fingers tighter than before, ready to snap.

"Hmm fuck- Want my cock, sweetheart?" He murmurs, nuzzling at her sweaty hair. "Wanna feel my dick fill you up, huh, baby? Such a good girl."

"Wanna ride you." She whines, the confession pulling a barking laugh from Matt.

"Lemme make y´feel good with m´fingers first, yeah?" He says breathlessly.

Y/N's eyes roll back as she clutches Matt tighter to her while rolling her hips harder.

"Pup- fuck... Fuck, please- M´so good f´you, best girl ever." She promises, the sudden words tumbling free as she moves her hand to his hair, pulling hard, the echo of his loud groan sounding numb inside her ears. "In me, God- Please, don’t stop."

He didn’t.

He just increased his pace, his fingers moving faster, deeper, leaving a delicious burning sensation at her wet ring. He could feel her getting closer; her walls tightening more and more, her moans growing louder, her words getting lost.

Matt keened, rutting against the bed nonstop, his own breath ragged and his mind clouded with lust, the need to see her cumming driving him forward.

Y/N's eyes opened momentarily from its position rolled up her skull, looking upwards at the same time he looked at her, locking gazes with him, and Y/N let out the most filthy cry of pleasure, her mouth hanging open as he held her gaze.

"Cum f´me, angel." Matt cooed, his voice rough. Then, he crooked his fingers once again, a sharp thrust sending Y/N tumbling over the edge with a quiet little whine. More wetness gushed out of her, making the slide almost too easy, as Matt twisted his fingers, fucking his pretty girl to her orgasm. "That's it."

The moment she hit her peak, her body convulsed, her walls clenching around his digits, and a high-pitched moan escaped her lips. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably, her hips moving in rhythm with his fingers, riding out her orgasm.

The feeling of her pulsing around him, the wetness, the heat, the smell, the sheer intensity of her release, was almost too much for Matt to bear. His head dropped roughly against her trembling shoulder, kept the pace of his fingers steady, whimpering as he slides his mouth wetly along her shoulder, biting the sweaty skin, his cock head rubbing against the mattress as moans tumble free and meld with Y/N's pulse.

"Shit- babe, come on- cum f-f´me." Y/N whimpered against the side of his head, her hips still moving uncontrollably, her orgasm still burning inside her veins.

Matt huffs a laugh, shaky and cut with a moan.

"Yeah, angel, fuck. Gonna-"

All it takes is Y/N stretching up and nuzzling at the curve of his neck before latching on to a patch of skin and sucking hard to have the boy’s body drawing tight under her as he groans.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck, oh, God, Y/N-" His body acted on instinct as it arches, cum dribbling down his dick and soaked his boxer shorts, a shiver running through his spine as his eyes rolled up his skull, his right hand curling painfully around his wrist guard.

As the waves of Y/N´s orgasm finally began to subside, her body relaxed, her muscles going slack. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her chest heaving, her skin flushed and glowing. She looked down at him through heavy-lidded eyes, stifling a smile. 

Y/N noses at warm skin until she finds a mouth, kissing it hard and moaning softly, giggling when she pulls back and is greeted with Matt looking so sweetly dazed, lips wet and kissed cherry red, a few beads of sweat trailing down from his temples.

The boy leans in and steals the laughter off her lips for the thousandth time that night, and they sink deeper into the mattress, sighs slipping as they revel in the post-orgasm heat and the closeness and the taste of each other.

"Baby." She whispered, her voice hoarse, a satisfied smile tugging at her lips. "That was... amazing."

Matt couldn’t help the lazy smile that spread across his face, head spinning and heart swelling with pride at the fact she just came hard with only his left hand.

"Hmm, yeah?" He mumble quietly, feeling boneless as little sighs fell from his lips, hitting her cheeks.

She lowered her head, laying her forehead on his shoulder, eyes rolling closed as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah."

He slowly withdrew his fingers, the wetness sticking to his skin glistening against the low light. Matt made a show of backing away only a bit, bringing his hand to his mouth, his plump lips wrapping around his fingers sweetly before finally cleaning it dry with his warm tongue. The digits came out from between his now wet lips seconds later, a 'pop' sound echoing lowly.

He smiled with the way Y/N's eyes watched his movements like a hunter watches its prey before leaning down slowly, caressing her lips against his.

Her taste was still on his tongue, mingling with the salt of sweat.

"I told you I could do it with my left hand." He murmured against her lips, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. "If the goal is to pleasure you, I will always find a way."

Y/N hummed contentedly, her fingers letting his messy hair go to travel slowly from his neck to his clavicle and shoulders, her right hand wrapping around his biceps, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin.

Her left one kept going, lowering through his arm, leaving a trail of shivers behind before brushing against the band of his wrist guard, a reminder of his injury, and she bit her lip, her head spinning with thoughts of how she could take care of him, just as he had taken care of her.

She shifted slightly.

"Y´know." She said softly, her voice teasing as she moved her face away from his, looking into his eyes. "I think you deserve a little reward for being so... creative with that left hand of yours."

Matt let out a breathy chuckle, his grip on her tightening just slightly before he fully relaxed again, his body still warm and pliant against hers. His dark lashes fluttered as he looked at her through half-lidded eyes.

"There’s no need." He murmured, voice hoarse, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His thumb brushed over her warm skin, fingers barely holding on.

Y/N’s playful expression faltered for a second, her brows drawing together. 

"Why? Are you hurting?" Her bottom lip jutting to form a small pout, her voice quieter, searching his face for any sign of discomfort.

At that, Matt’s brows twitched, his exhaustion momentarily overshadowed by the need to reassure her.

"No, angel." He said quickly, shaking his head, his fingers pressing just a little firmer against her skin as if to anchor her closer. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, before his gaze flickered downward, his confidence slipping into shyness. "Already came… T´was so good.”

Y/N followed his gaze, wetting her lips when she saw the damp spot against the black fabric. Her eyes flicked back up to him, taking in the way he suddenly looked a little embarrassed, his ears tinged pink, matching with his cheeks.

Matt cleared his throat, shifting his hips just slightly. His voice was softer when he spoke again. 

"Don´t- don´t know if I can handle another now."

Y/N blinked, her heart giving a slow, affectionate thud at the admission. Her lips curled into a smile, impossibly fond, as she reached for him again, her fingers threading through his messy hair, soothing.

"Matt." She breathed, her voice carrying something between love and arousal. "Fuck- pup, you’re so-" She stopped herself, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh as she shook her head.

Matt huffed a small chuckle of his own, though he still refused to meet her gaze for too long. 

"What?"

She cupped his face, tilting it so he had no choice but to look at her. His blue eyes were still heavy-lidded, but there was something else swimming in them now, something raw and so deep. She brushed her thumb over his cheekbone, wetting her lips.

"Y´so good to me." She whispered. “I don´t need you to cum again, okay? Wanted to please you. That´s all.”

Matt exhaled, his lips parting slightly, his features relaxing completely at her words. His left hand found her waist again, thumb rubbing absentmindedly over the fabric of her shirt.

"Yeah?" He asked in a murmur, his voice thick with something that made Y/N’s stomach flip.

She let out a quiet hum, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss against his lips. Matt keens, lighting up under the simple touch, his body warm and pliant under her touch, and Y/N chuckles softly, nipping his lip before murmuring against his mouth.

"Always, baby."

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[musicshelfwithmustard]

Music Shelf's Review Roundup - June 2nd

Mustard and Gimpleg review some new music they recommend you check out!

Lunacy – Hauntingly Familiar  Melbourne’s Lunacy has released a single that all humans can relate too. The alternative dark pop duo has released their frustration during the COVID-19 Pandemic. In our interview, lead vocalist, Sallee mentioned how Melbourne had some of the world’s strictest lockdown policies. The result of this comes out within the single. This single explores the mental turmoil…

[sara-the-wizard]

Two Hearts Beat as One

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[doesephs]

me and the emetophobics have mad beef, stay safe jean

[theyluvivi]

idk just bring back puppy chris

pillow humping...puppy!chris.

warnings.ᐟ.ᐟ: sub chris. scent kink. uhhh fantasizing??? use of mama n mommy.. thas it.

He feels so pathetic.

You've been gone for hours, his eyes haven't left the clock since. Your perfume still lingering in your shared bedroom, fogging up his mind.

He hates when you go out. He hates watching you get all pretty to go hang out with your friends, then leaving him a needy mess after you give him a goodbye kiss as rake your acrylics down his chest.

It's so pathetic, but he can't help it. He felt himself leak pre as he watched you walk out, eyes glued to your ass.

He immediately ran to the bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, blushing embarrassingly at the wet patch on them. He grabs your pillow, not the one that you sleep on but the one that you hug at night that smells like you, you and your fancy coconut body wash.

His eyes flutter shut as he digs his nose into it—He gasps softly into the pillow, hips bucking. He misses you so much. He knows you'd be teasing him if you were here.

"All this f'me?" You'd coo, "What a slut." He moans, muffled by the pillow. You'd kiss his neck and whisper even dirtier things in his ears, "A-all for you— Mama— mhnf—" He whimpers, eyes rolling back behind their lids as he thrusts up into the pillow.

It feels good, so, so good. He can feel the wet spot on his boxers growing, but it doesn't compare to the way you'd feel wrapped around him, how your slick would coat his cock, how you'd leave marks on his back.

A loud cry slips past his lips. He needs you. His pace speeds up, the tempting version of you in his mind making the feeling in his stomach bloom. "Pl-please— Mama— ah—" He pleads, "Soclose— m' please—"

He swears he can hear your giggle, "What a needy puppy." You'd purr, taking his chin into your hand. "You need to cum that bad, Chris?" He nods vigorously, tears taking over his vision.

"Ple-please! Been such a good puppy—" He gets interrupted by a moan when he imagines the way you'd eye him, eyes low and lustful. That's it for Chris. He can barely hold on.

"Mom— mommy— Icant—" He whines, desperately rutting into your pillow. "C-cum— c-can I? Pl-please!" You'd smile, kiss his cheek, then carress it. "Cum for me, puppy."

He cums hard, his vision turning white. He pants, pieces of hair sitting to his forehead after what he just did.

"Chris! I'm back!"

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a/n:... GIMME THE COOKIE

[cute-sucker]

arh i want cowbow rafe :(((( he's so mean and demeaning but you take it bc he's so hot

note: i love this so much, and this is 100% rafe x pup, change my mind!!!

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he would be the meanest at his house parties.

it might be because he rarely has them...and he would be so demeaning because he knew you could take it as well. your legs thrown over his waist, as he carried you to tannyhill before the two of you get ready for the party.

he's speak so softly to you and you'd completely crumble to his hold, nodding your head at his claims of being a good girl for him - for the evening. he'd be holding you up, as you bounced around hoping that he would speak gently to you. he'd play with you, rough and tough. you would take it though, and promise him all those things.

however.... at the party, you'd get drunk while trying to put on his cowboy boots. he would get so pissed at you whenever you tried to turn into a "cow girl," because he knew it meant you trying to do a cartwheel in those scanty little shorts and flash all of his friends in the process.

instead he'd keep a heavy hand on your waist, as you grinned up to him, slobbering all over his white tee, and trying to tell him that you really really loved him. you'd be scooting all over his lap, trying to get closer so you could pepper kisses on his face. this he would hate the most because he had to act like a 'tough guy,' but the minute that you tried to whisper in his ear, he would groan and try not to kiss you. you'd get more impatient yk, because you loved him so much.

at a certain point of this party you would just hop on his lap, dainty and blinking up to him. lets be honest you'd try to bite his arm, and then promptly fall asleep. all the guys would make fun of him, and lets be honest a grumpy rafe with you sprawled all over his lap was a sight to see.

at this point, he would tell everyone that he was going to come back to drag you to bed, shoving your jaw open to make you swallow the pill, as you moaned about how mean he was. he's annoyed at this point, because all of his friends saw how misbehaved you were, and we all know that rafe thinks it reflects how whipped he is for you. he can hear their whispers saying how dumb he was for letting his girl run wild.

he's tell you to shut up, hand snaking around your shoulders, "shut up before i make you shut up." he'd spit out, and then tuck you into bed at gently as he could trying not to look at the way your eyes welled up with tears, as you pouted at him, trembling at you held out to the sheets of the bed. and after that he'd get back down to the party, listening to the guys joke around.

at one point he would let out a deep breath, knowing you were safe and sound in your bed. but of course, of course you came back down later on at the night. this time you were in your scanty pyjamas, where he was 100% sure you were not wearing panties as he huffed when you came down. you'd almost slipped on your way down, whimpering for rafe.

the minute you saw him, you jumped into his arms, as he clenched his jaw. "what is it?" he tried to say gently but it came out so roughly, you shivered. "what is it?"

"didn't like sleeping alone. i can't take it. there was this guy in our bed," you whimpered out, "he was watching me, i swear rafe. it was so scary and he was petting my head."

that caught his attention, turning around to check who was there. "what the fuck did you say?" he hisses out, before you flinch, and step away from him. "what did he look like?" you close your eyes, and shook your head, confused.

"don't know who he was, i got out of bed and ran. think he was wearing a brown shirt, and the cowboy hat"

at this point rafe is about to burst a vien as he closes his eyes. "alright, how about we end this party 'yea?" he murmured, and pushes your trembling figure into his hands, possessively placing his hand on that small part of your back.

by the end of the night, the two of you are huddled in bed, as you sleepily drool in his tight embrace. he can't help but feel confused at your previous statement, thinking about the creep in your bed. suddenly your small hand reaches out to touch his stubble, and he looks down at you pawing at his chest. you let out a small yelp, giving him a sweet drowsy smile.

"rafe, i wanna tell you a secret," you whisper, before pushing up in the bed to reach his ear. rafe groans before lowering himself, muttering something under his breath. you giggle softly, before giving him a little kiss on his neck.

"there was no one rafe. i lied. just wanted you in bed, and those awful people to go away. 'm sorry" you whisper painstakingly, "don't be mad please."

somehow he isn't mad, and instead he gently tells you to shut your eyes, and go to sleep.

he'll deal with your bratty behavior later.

[kazmura]

‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ SPIDERMAN!jake x fem, 0.9k, est relationship fluff

› puppy boy collection

The soft glow of your bedside lamp casts long shadows on the walls as you sit cross-legged on your bed, completely absorbed in the pages of your book. Outside the world is quiet, just the faint hum of cars in the distance and the occasional chirp of crickets. It’s one of those rare nights where everything feels peaceful, like nothing could disturb the bubble you’ve created for yourself.

Then comes the knock.

You jump, nearly dropping your book as the sound shatters the silence. It isn’t from your door. No, this knock comes from the window. Your heart races as you turn your head, half-expecting to see some creepy figure staring back at you. Instead, you see Jake.

Flipped upside down. Hanging from a web.

You scramble to the window, pushing it open with a face of disbelief and giddy excitement. “Jake? What the hell are you doing?” you whisper-shout, though your grin is impossible to hide.

“Thought I’d drop by,” he says, his voice muffled slightly by the red and blue mask. Even upside down, you can tell he’s smirking.

“Idiot,” you mutter, but your chest is already warm with happiness. You reach up and tug at the edge of his mask, pulling it down just enough to reveal his lips. Before he can say another word, you lean up and kiss him.

He hums against your lips, and you can feel the tension melt away from his body, even as he hangs there like the show-off he is.

“Missed me?” he teases when you pull back.

“Maybe,” you say, trying to sound casual, but the way your cheeks burn probably gives you away.

You step aside, and he swings himself into the room with practiced ease, landing lightly on his feet. But as he straightens up, you notice the way he winces, his hand immediately going to his side.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” he says, waving you off. But when he moves again, you see the dark stain blooming on his suit, just below his ribs.

“Nothing my ass,” you snap, already grabbing the first aid kit you keep under your bed. “Sit down. Now.”

He sighs but doesn’t argue, plopping down on the edge of your bed. You kneel in front of him, carefully peeling back the fabric of his suit to reveal the gash underneath. It isn’t deep, but it’s bleeding enough to make your stomach twist.

“Seriously, Jake,” you say as you clean the wound. “You can’t keep doing this. You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’m fine,” he says, though his wince betrays him. “Besides, I’ve got you to patch me up, don’t I?”

You shoot him a glare, but he just smiles that stupid, wide smile that makes it impossible to stay mad at him.

“Hold still,” you mutter, focusing on bandaging him up. He stays quiet after that, his eyes fixed on you as you work.

When you finally finish, you sit next to him on the bed and sigh. “There. Try not to get stabbed again for at least a week, okay?”

“No promises,” he says, but his voice is soft, almost tender. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “Thanks, by the way.”

You try to play it cool, but the way he’s looking at you makes your heart race.

Before you can say anything else, he cups your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks as he leans in. His lips capture yours in a kiss that’s anything but casual. It’s slow and deliberate, the kind of kiss that makes your skin tingle and your breath hitch. His lips are warm and slightly chapped, moving against yours in a way that causes butterflies to swarm your stomach.

His hands slide down, fingers grazing your jaw, your neck, and finally settling on your waist. He pulls you closer, his grip firm yet careful, like he’s afraid to let go. Your hands find their way to his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath beneath your palms, feeling the faint stickiness of blood on his suit.

The world around you blurs, the only things grounding you are the taste of him, the press of his body against yours, and the way his fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt as if anchoring himself to you. It’s intoxicating, the way he holds you like you’re the only thing keeping him in this moment.

When you finally break apart, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathless. His eyes search yours and you feel the heat of his breath ghosting over your lips. For a moment, you forget about the blood, the danger, the fact that your boyfriend is literally Spider-Man.

“You’re staying here tonight,” you say, more of a statement than a question.

He doesn’t argue, just nods and lets you guide him to lie down. You curl up next to him, resting your head on his chest. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

“Love you,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Love you too,” you whisper, closing your eyes.

The night ends in the soft warmth of his embrace, the chaos of the world outside forgotten, if only for a little while.

i love spidey jake thoughts sm also if ur interested im trying to make one of those tumblr communities where u can js post and share ur enha delusions!! js click here or dm mee 💓

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[childrenofcain-if]

Clingy D wasn't something I knew I needed. For research purposes, how would that fare though, author

the texas heat clung to D as they sat on the back porch of their grandfather’s old farm. the air smelled of earth and sunburnt grass, a scent that had grown oddly comforting in the months since they’d moved back.

the farm was quiet now, save for the low hum of cicadas and the occasional bark of a stray dog wandering by the fence. the peacefulness suited D—most days. but tonight, it was unbearable.

their phone sat on the wooden table in front of them, face down like it was a guilty party. they’d told themself they weren’t going to look at it anymore.

just leave it, rook, calm down.

stop being so needy, rook.

get your shit together, rook.

you’re always the recurring car crash, rook, the common denominator.

but their eyes flickered toward the phone anyway.

the truth sat under their ribs like a splinter: it had been three days since you’d texted anything more than a brief, polite response to a link they’d sent, and weeks since you’d called. three days of D’s mind running circles around itself, spiraling into every worst-case scenario it could conjure. and they were losing their grip. their fingers tapped restlessly on the armrest of the chair, their boot scuffing against the railing.

maybe you’re busy, they told themself for the fiftieth time that evening. new york is a big place. MBA programs are hard. you’ve got new friends now, fancy urbane friends who wear suits and drink wine like it’s water. you don’t have time to call your idiot partner who still wants to live in their old farmhouse down south and smells like hay and diesel these days.

that last thought stung, and D flinched like they’d spoken it aloud.

they picked up their phone and stared at the screen, willing your name to appear. a new message. a missed call. anything. they’d tried calling you twice yesterday but hung up before it even rang.

the phone buzzed suddenly in their hand, cutting through the peacefulness like a blade. D jumped, nearly dropping it in their haste to answer.

“hey,” they said, too quickly, the word coming out rough and broken, betraying how much they’d been waiting for this. they winced at their own pathetic eagerness.

“hi,” you replied. your voice was warm but tinged with something D couldn’t quite place. it wasn’t joy.

there was a pause, one of those long, awkward ones that stretched out like a wound neither of you wanted to clean out.

“why haven’t you replied to my texts?” you asked finally. your tone was light, sure, but the edge was unmistakable.

D blinked, thrown off-guard. “why haven’t you called me?”

the words left their mouth before they could stop them, sharper than intended, spilling out like blood from a clean incision. the silence on your end was deafening.

“excuse me?” you said after a moment, your voice now tight.

D pushed on, reckless now, the spiraling in their chest too loud to ignore.

“it’s been weeks,” they said, their voice rising despite themself. “weeks since you actually picked up the phone to call me. i’m supposed to be okay with a couple of dry texts here and there? a couple of ‘how are yous’ like you’re checking in on a goddamn houseplant? what am i even supposed to do with that? do you even want to talk to me anymore?”

“of course i want to talk to you!” you snapped, louder this time, frustration apparent in your tone. “but you’ve been so distant during our texts. i didn’t know if you even wanted to hear from me if you got too busy with the farm renovations.”

“distant?” D barked out a laugh, harsh and humorless. “i’m not the one out there living some shiny new life in new york city with shiny new friends. don’t talk to me about being distant when you’re the one who left!”

“oh wow, so it’s my fault now?”

“isn’t it?”

the words hung between you like a noose, both of you too angry to let go and too hurt to say anything else.

“this isn’t fair,” you said finally, your voice breaking just slightly, and D hated that they heard it, hated that they caused it. “you don’t get to put this all on me. you knew what this was going to be like. you knew it would be hard. you could’ve just come with me until renovations were done for the farm. you’re the one who insisted on supervising everything to stay in that stupid place.”

“don’t fucking call the farm stupid,” D shot back, their voice trembling now, but they couldn’t stop. “besides, i’m here, aren’t i? waiting by the damn phone every night like some... some pathetic—” they couldn’t finish the sentence.

“then maybe stop waiting!” you yelled, having had enough of it. “if this is so hard for you, maybe you should’ve just come here with me!”

the line went dead.

D stared at the phone in their hand, unblinking, as though willing it to come back to life. the silence that followed was heavier than the summer heat, heavier than anything they’d ever known.

they stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the porch, and paced back and forth like a caged animal.

“unbelievable,” they muttered under their breath, the anger bubbling up again. “they hang up on me? after all this? after—”

the thing about D was that they wouldn’t—couldn’t—express their emotions in words a lot of the time. sure, they could write about it, but writing about it was different than actually saying it. so these emotions were usually spelled out in other ways.

a bloody fist. a slow song. a naked dance.

but this time, the anger burned out as quickly as it came, leaving behind nothing but the ache. the ache they always carried, the one they could never name but always felt. they sank back into the chair, burying their face in their hands.

you’re going to lose them, a small voice whispered in the back of their mind, insidious and cruel. you’re going to push them away forever. they’ve grown tired of you because you’re too much. you’re always too much, rook.

the thought made them sicker than a glass of cheap liquor.

D picked up their phone again, their thumb hovering over your name in the call log. they could call you back. they could apologize. they could beg.

they pictured you in new york, surrounded by skyscrapers and lights, people who had never set foot on a farm in their life and who probably never will. they imagined themself there, awkward and out of place, fumbling with subway cards with their doc martens too scuffed, their drawl too thick and alien.

they never belonged in san francisco. they never belonged in new haven. they’d never belong in new york city.

but they’d go. if you asked, they’d go in a heartbeat. they’d go and make themself fit into your world if that’s what you wanted. they’d camouflage themself all over again like they did in california and connecticut. even if they hated it, they’d still try.

or maybe you could come back. just for a little while. they’d show you the stars again, the ones you couldn’t see in the ever-polluted cities. they’d hold you close and tell you they loved you, over and over, until you believed it.

but for now, they’d wait by the phone like dogs waited for their owners on the front porch—all day, and then the next.

here’s the pt. 2 to this.

[junkiefox]

Theo Raeken, known for his selfishness, does his best to not fall in love with Liam, because he can't destroy him like that, can't put him in the place to choose between him and his pack. Theo believing his not worthy enough to him.

Liam Dunbar, the selfless one, always doing everything for his pack, controlling himself to please everyone, allowing himself to fall for Theo, to love him. Because he can make it work, he can trust Theo, that he changed somehow. He chooses to be selfish one time for Theo. He can deal with the pack later, but he'll fight for him first, to show him his worth saving.

[musicshelfwithmustard]

The Duality of Puppy Angst

Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with Philadelphia's Puppy Angst! Together we discussed animal and human behavior, the Philly music scene, yellow paint, their newest single "TKO", and so much more!

All photos by Brooke Marsh Mustard had the pleasure of speaking with Philadelphia’s Puppy Angst! Together we discussed animal and human behavior, the Philly music scene, yellow paint, their newest single “TKO”, and so much more! You can find more information about “TKO” here. 1. Mustard is grateful to have Puppy Angst join them at Music Shelf. How is everyone doing today?  I’m doing great,…

[sara-the-wizard]

Two Hearts Beat as One

(t.w Blood)

Puppies. Puppies everywhere!

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[egophiliac]

Are you excited for Malleus to read us all his Fanfiction?

Malleus making a perfect dreamworld for all of us to live in like

[theyluvivi]

puppy!chris humping readers leg please!

and he's all begging for her attention

"Mama.. please, m'sorry..." He pleads muffled, kissing at your leg as he straddles your foot.

You pay him no attention, humming as you scroll through your phone. He whimpers, glancing up at you with teary eyes. He knows he wasn't good, knows he was being a brat in front of your friends, but are you seriously not gonna talk to him? Not gonna degrade him and tell him how much of a bad puppy he was being?

A soft sound falls from his lips as he notices the wet spot on his sweats, god, he needs you so bad. He bites his lip, embarrassingly wrapping his arms around your leg and rocking forward. He whines.

He feels so pathetic, but it feels so good. He can't help it. Soft tears fall from his eyes as he humps your leg, "M'sorry for a being a bad puppy," He hiccups, whining when he looks up to you still on your phone, "S-so— ahh— sorry, mama."

His dick twitches in his sweats. He's so close to letting go, so close to making a big mess and cumming in the most embarrassing way he ever has, but needs you. Needs something, anything from you. "P-please," He begs, choking on a sob as tears stream down his face. "D-do somethin—" He sniffles, you finally put your phone down.

You take his face roughly, squishing his cheeks. "Learn your lesson about being a naughty puppy?" You coo in faux sympathy. He nods into your palm immediately, and you laugh. "I thought you'd like it.." You take in how pathetic he looks, "Humping me like a real doggy."

He moans loudly in response, and you can't help the smirk that finds it way onto your face. "See? You like it, humping my leg like a pathetic bitch." You feel his hips stutter, he flushes red. "You're pathetic, Chris." You say, in that sweet, innocent tone that gets him every time. "N—needed— your— f-fuh...fuck!"

You smile down at him, finally releasing his face. "Needed my attention. I know, puppy, I know." You coo, tilting his head up, "Now are you good be a good puppy and cum for mama or, do you need another punishment?" He shakes his head vigorously, too dumb to even attempt to argue. "Nooo— m' gonna cum— m' gonna be a g-good puppy—" He babbles on, rutting against your leg, "I— I— mama! M' cummin' ohmy— Fuck—!"

You smile, watching him fall limp against your leg as his orgasm hits him like a train. You lean down and kiss his head. "Good doggy."

[whatmattersisyou]

When Catlamity Xie Lian asks him to do something, Wu Meaowing is always happy to oblige (even if very confused) 🐱

"Like this, Dianxia?"

(Wu Meaowing is puppy coded anyway)

[cute-sucker]

note: im begging for requests for this au!!! i'm sobbing, idk what character it is <3

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jonbee taking care of you during an apocalypse and you're in near tears begging him to kiss you. it happens all the time, the casual way that he's dominant over you. if it's the way that he's so much taller, the way his rough hands feel on yours. he always drops a kiss on your forehead before serving you french toast.

you love the normality of it all. the way he's humming the song on the radio, and you're bobbing your head to it. ivy is growing in the trailer park, and the shorts you have on have dirt smudges all over it when the two of you were running.

yet john b is giving you everything he can to serve you a normal lifestyle. he's trying everything to make you feel better, tucking back your hair, and coaxing you to eat. he's even found an old apron that has, 'kiss the chef,' on it, and suddenly your tearing up, holding up your brittle knife and fork.

hot tears drip down your face, as you sniffle quietly nudging at the food on your plate. almost immediately john b turns around, eyes full of concern.

"hey? hey, what's wrong?" he murmers, dropping down to your level. his hat is on backwards, and you fight the urge to turn it the other way. "don't cry pup," he cooes, grazing your wet cheeks, and you fight the urge of jumping into his arms, or asking to sit on his lap. after all, the two of you are platonic anyways. that's clear to tell.

you choke on your sob, "iono, just feel this pressure on my chest. i really need to be close to someone." even as you say this, your eyes are wide ready to be rejected, but john be is always there for you, as his hands snake up your sides, and sits you down on his lap.

"alright now. let's eat something now. maybe that'll make the ache go away."

you nodd at his soft words. he's right, he's always right. the two of you could barley find normal food now, always preservatives, or food that makes you hurt. you like it when he embraces you like this, his big arms around your waist, as you feel like a kid swinging your legs. and yet here you are crying the one day that there is good food.

suddenly you feel worse. the world is ending, and you'll be dead soon, and john be will never be with you, and you will have never kissed anyone. you'll never be a librarian in a niche town with a husband who would kiss you off your feet. no, you will have never kissed someone! what a tragedy to love someone so deeply yet never touch their soothing lips. maybe john b's lips on yours would fix everything.

you feel so stupid.

finally, john b puts the fork down, warm breath on your neck, and he sets you off his lap to look you in the eye.

"i need you to tell me what's wrong, and so i can fix it." he whispers to you, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. you shake your head, feeling the pounding feeling in your chest, as if you were going to vomit but your stomach was empty.

john b sighs, his voice firm now, "this won't go away. show me where it hurts. do you feel sick?" he murmurs to you, giving you his hand to guide, and you tentivally take it to place it on your heart.

"here," you croak, "it hurts here."

he looks surprised, yet his eyes are warm as he speaks in his soothing tone, his words practically melting in your mouth, "why does it hurt pup?"

"i need you to kiss me," you blurt out, and let go of his hand, "so it can stop."

he tilts his head almost amused, "yea? you need me to kiss you, so your heart can stop hurting."

you hate the way he's teasing you, a soft lint in his tone, his large hands still settling on you as he talks to you. he's so gentle with you it burns your skin, it burns everything inside of you.

"i can't take it. i can't take the fact that i've never kissed someone," and then you pause, your voice a whimper, "i can't take it that i haven't kissed you jonbee-"

and then without a doubt, he looks at you again, his eyes so feverious, so full of emotion, burning with the exact same fire that you feel your body ablaze with.

just like that john b cups your jaw, and kisses you so sweetly you see stars.