just hold on to me🍋

                                    

                                          
writing a smut is really hard  :) enjoy...
                          
When I was a child, I like to listen to this an album from my favourite band on the CD player. I would only listen to it once a week. And the one day when I could listen to that album would be the one thing that I look forward to every week because it brought me so much joy. It may not make sense to a lot of people. But I love the songs in the album too much that I'm afraid that I would get bored if I listen to them too much. That the joy would be gone. So I only did it once every week. That way it'll always be special. 
                          
Being with him that night felt like one of those days when I listen to that album. We've been away from each other and being with him again brought me so much joy. The difference is, I think, no matter if I see him everyday or not, he will never not be special.
                          


                          
"F...fuck." the word slipped out of my mouth.
                          
"Where did you learn to swear, Y/N?" he whispered in my ear.
                          
My whole body tensed and my breath heavy "I ran out of words." I said.
                          
"And do you think moans are words?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
                          
"Sure." 
                          
"Say my name." he pressed his lips onto my ear. 
                          
He embraced me from the back. I felt his breath hot on my side. His whole body too, was hot, pressing onto my back. His one arm wrapped around my shoulder and he caressed my neck. Then he took my chin and bring it to the side, facing him. We kissed while his other hand, the one that's been in between my folds, started moving faster.
                          
I moaned into his mouth, tightening my grip on his arm and trying to pull it to stop. But his arm was big and strong, and it was not stopping.
                          
"K..Ken.." it felt like my head was spinning. "Kento.. ,"
                          
Before I could call his name again his mouth landed on mine. Then our bodies landed back on the bed, his hovering above me. I could clearly see his flustered face, his eyes full of lust, and his messy hair. His bare body and was luring me to touch him.
                          
"That's good, Y/N." he smiled "I like it when you say my name."
                          
Then I felt his weight on me, and the familiar feeling of him entering me. I couldn't help but to moan out again and again as he started moving.
                          
"Fuck." his voice breathy. I felt it on my forehead.
                          
The only times he was not looking at me was when he closed his eyes, focusing on his movements. His eyebrows would furrowed and mouth slightly open. 
                          
"Fuck.. Y/N." he said before leaning down to connect our lips.
                          
"Who taught you to swear?" I smiled, thinking about how swearing could actually sound really hot.
                          
"You did." he said as he grabbed my waist and pulled me up to sit on his lap.
                          
I circled my arms around his neck immediately, gasping from the deep sensation inside me. His hands rested on my waist while he lowered his head to give kisses on my chest. He continued thrusting and I moved to keep up with his pace.  I was feeling out of breath and weak already. It felt like I could pass out at any moment.
                          
He groaned between the kisses. His voice and the sound of our bodies together made me feel like I'm going crazy.
                          
"K..Ken.." I gripped the soft hairs on his head "I don't think... I.. can take it... anymore."
                          
Then he pushed me back to the bed. Our bodies never loosing contact.
                          
"Just hold on to me, Y/N." he said. 
                          
And I did. I held onto him that night until we both fell asleep. I held onto him the next morning when I found his head resting on my chest. When it seems like we couldn't get any closer, I still pulled him closer. In my head, I held him until we were melting into one.