look alive, sunshine

making out in the summer sun while you're both sweaty and smelling like coconut and surf and sunscreen, and maybe that one drink you had hits a little too hard, and when he kisses you, you taste like salt and lime and the good, expensive tequila. and there's sand on his palm when he slides it along the curve of your ass, and you feel him get hard through his swim trunks when you lace your fingers into his hair and kiss him even deeper. your skin is slick and warm, his mouth is dangerous and his tongue is soft, and the sun seeps into every fiber of your being. the world falls away, and he licks the salt from your skin, and you know in your heart that it's just a summer thing but you can't bring yourself to think beyond tonight..

let me inside ur ribcage i promise i can be trusted in there just let me innnnnnnn

pressing your forehead to shins and pretending, just for a moment, that you can also read his thoughts when he's deep inside you

when shin can't decide where he wants to eat the next day so you grab his nape, knock his forehead against yours and murmur, "wait, lemme listen," only for him to flush a sunburnt pink at the memory

wow the thought of someone like straining to hold back their orgasm after being edged alllllmost too far is. so fucking hot. teeth gritted brows furrowed whimpering hips straining upwards legs shaking begging for it hooooly fuck

i know they say no one is coming to save you but why the fuck not

she tee on his msy till they both teemsy

i do like when pretty boy (insult) turns into pretty boy (fond) and the response changes from cocky or annoyed to wanting to hear it over and over again

im always up at ass o clock doing god knows what

thinking about……when you think you’re going to have your first kiss with him, but then instead he leans down to press a kiss to your neck…open mouthed and a bite to claim, hearing you gasp and whine his name and that’s when he kisses you — when you’re already wrecked for him and your mouth is open and waiting

i just need a pair of big ethereal wings