#nxthingqueen

-following as she kisses him, hands weaving through his hair. Throughout the night, painted by cries & moans from her lips, grunts & curses & her name cried as he bites into her shoulder, stars exploding behind her eyelids, which she had screwed shut moments ago, as heat fills her lower regions, and she knows he's spent herself, and she cries his name for the whole world to hear, that she was his, & his alone.

-pressed against his shoulder as she pulls him into her room. She had meant sleeping together in the most innocent way possible, but what happened next, was far from innocent. They didn't even make it to the bed, when he pins her to a wall, mumbling something that she didn't quite catch, something along the lines of Fuck that. His fingers clumsy with sleep slip up her shirt, warmth spreading over her cool skin as his fingers ran up her stomach, & she shakily unbuttons her shirt, her bra soon-

(shh im stalking u) The first time they slept together, it was a drunken blur when she would think back to it. A blur accented by cries & moans & his name whispered by her, as she grasps his hair in her fingers. The second time, was the complete opposite. The ying to the first one's yang. It was late, & she was tired, (but sober) as was he. Come to bed with me, she whispers, a kiss as light as feathers, as her fingers as they brush over his hand, curling around it, a kiss that was hardly there-