got curious how raphael’s human form must’ve looked like around the time haarlep took his form so i played a bit around with editing

yet all i can see is

Enjoy Yourself

Mat Barzal

A/N: another collab with @softboybarzal​, thank you for writing this amazing fic with me!! thanks to @softboywriting​ for editing some of it! this took days to write and it’s a whopping 3k so we hope you guys love it as much as we do! 🥰 make sure to give us feedback :) join my taglist

Warnings: smutty smut, 18+

Today was the day. After weeks of waiting Mat was finally signing a new contract with the Islanders and you couldn't be more excited for him. Your boyfriend has made all the Islanders fans crazy for months and you enjoyed seeing the rumours circulating online because of it. You knew he didn't have any intention of leaving the Isles and that he was just waiting for the perfect deal to sign.

“Hi bubs!” you answered the phone right away seeing Mat’s contact come up.

“Baby, I signed!” Mat whispered into the phone, you assumed he was still in contract meetings but he couldn’t deal with just texting you.

“You did?!”

“Yea babe! It’s a good deal too.” You could tell how excited Mat was just by the tone of his voice. You could feel your heart pounding at his enthusiasm about the new contract and you couldn’t wait to see your boyfriend.

“That’s amazing, I’m so proud of you!” you squealed a little into the phone, and Mat laughed on the other end.

“Thanks baby, I gotta go. I’ll see you in a bit.” You guys shared your usual “i love yous” before hanging up the phone. You had a little surprise planned for Mat to congratulate him for signing and it was finally time to execute it. You’ve had it planned since he became a free agent and keeping it under wraps had been extremely hard for you.

You lit candles and placed them all around the main room and hallways of your New York apartment making it look as romantic as possible. You changed into a new set of lingerie that you'd actually bought weeks ago for this specific occasion. It was black and lacy with garters and it made you feel the most confident you ever had before. Wearing lingerie didn’t come often for you, and even though it's a small gesture you knew how much Mat would appreciate it. You threw on a pair of black heels and your Barzal jersey to finish the look. Lastly, you fixed up your appearance in the mirror, waiting for your handsome boyfriend to come home.

Mathew:

i’ll be home in 10 baby

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at Mat’s text and shook your hands out, feeling the nerves taking over your body. The giddy feeling was like it was one of your first dates all over again. You sat yourself on your bed waiting patiently, legs crossed over one another to give them a more elongated look, the candlelight making your skin look soft and dewy.

You heard Mat open the front door and that was your cue to go meet him and show him his present. He had his back turned to you as you walked up to him.

“Babe?” Mat called out while turning to meet you and immediately gasped, dropping his things to the ground when his eyes landed on you.

“Welcome home, baby,” you smirked and moved closer to Mat to stand right in front of him and look up into his eyes. His eyes never left yours as he rested one hand on your waist and one on your cheek.

“You know you don’t have to do things like this for me right?” Mat said, caressing your cheek and looking at you with softness in his eyes. Mat never expected anything sexual in nature from you and he always respected your wishes when it came to boundaries and decisions with your body. “I love this, don’t get me wrong, but as I have said before, my love for you doesn’t come with conditions. If you ever think it does then- then I haven’t done a very good job of loving you as you deserve to be loved. I-”

“Bub, you are rambling again,” you giggled, giving him a soft peck on his cheek. You knew the spontaneity of this situation made it all the better for him because he didn’t see it coming. What you didn’t expect was him turning into a rambling mess because of you. “ And I know, and I wanted to do this for you, love, wanted to make you happy. You can enjoy my gift for you now, I’m all yours.”

“Every moment with you is a gift.” Mat leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead and you giggled, rolling your eyes playfully at the spaced-out expression on his face.

“Mat, you know that’s not what I mean.” You took a step back from his embrace and gave him a small twirl, showing yourself off for him.

“Hmm yea, well I- Wow.” Mat all but moaned the words out, taking your hands in his and moving back to get a good look at you. His hands turned clammy and his heartbeat quickened in his chest, affecting his breathing as he took in your look. He grabbed your hips, pulling you to him and you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers in his hair, bringing him down to kiss you. “You’re beautiful.” Another kiss. “And gorgeous.” Kiss. “You’re perfect.” Kiss. “Damn, if I knew you planned all this I would’ve signed sooner.”

“If you’re lucky you’ll get to see what’s underneath,” you whispered, looking into your boyfriend's eyes, pulling on the material of the jersey covering your lingerie.

“Oh yea?” Mat asked, and you nodded biting your bottom lip at the same time. “Someone’s feeling frisky tonight.”

Mat’s eyes widened and his heartbeat picked up, he squeezed your hips running his hands up and down your sides and down to your butt. The hem of the jersey rose up at his touch showing the bottom of your garter. His breath caught in his throat as he moved his shaking hands down to your thighs, slowly running his fingers over the garter, feeling the lace. You’re feeling confident as his cheeks turn a pinkish tint and his eyes roll back in his head a little, feeling the soft skin on your thighs.

“I wanted to celebrate you, bub. You deserve it.” You smiled up at your boyfriend, watching his cheeks turn a deeper shade of red at your praises.

Mat grabbed your face, pulling you up to meet him in a kiss that takes your breath away. A kiss that leaves your head fuzzy and makes your body tingle. A fire erupted in your stomach as Mat pushed you back into the wall and you grabbed onto his shirt to pull his body closer to yours. He kissed down your neck before dropping onto his knees like he was under a spell. He held onto the backs of your legs as he placed open mouth kisses on your inner thighs that drove you mad.

Your knees were wobbling and you could hardly breathe. His eyes fixed on yours, making it hard to watch his slow torment. You tried your best to keep your balance as he bent your knee and pulled off your heel, then repeated his actions on your other leg. Your chest was heaving but you tried to keep yourself steady.

His breath tickled the inside of your thigh as his teeth scraped and nipped over your skin. You closed your eyes momentarily, your mind going blank. All you could feel was Mat’s mouth on your skin, your entire body felt like it was burning, all of your senses aflame. Your mind was in a blissful haze until you heard, “Eyes on me sweet girl.”.

Your eyes fluttered open as he drug his mouth up your thigh, his hands going to your sides, helping you stay upright so he could continue his assault on your body. He kissed up your thigh until he got between your legs, and pressed his face in ever so slightly, taking in a deep breath. He gave a soft growl of approval before continuing his trail of kisses upward. He bit into your soft skin, his large hands lowering on your butt and squeezing. As he’s lifting the hem of the jersey to kiss across the soft skin on your stomach, you heard him whisper muted appreciations into you. You grabbed onto his face, pulling him up to meet yours once more and allowing him to lift the jersey over your head to reveal the lingerie. You were a complete mess in front of him, panting and gasping from the feeling of Mat’s lips over your body. You could only take so much of his torment.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Mat gasped, taking in your lingerie, running his hands over your body, feeling your smooth skin and the soft fabric. “You’re perfect.”

“Take me to bed, Mathew,” you whispered, your hands caressing his face.

“Jump.”

You listened to your boyfriend, jumping into his arms, his hands landing right under your butt as he carried you into your shared bedroom, yours were holding the back of his neck. Mat was kissing down your neck as he used his foot to kick the bedroom door closed behind him. The candles gave the room a warm glow. He slowly placed you down on the middle of your king-sized bed, his knees on either side of you as he took his shirt off. Mat’s eyes roamed across your body as his eyes drank in the sight of your heaving chest and he reached out to trace his fingers along the lace of your bra. He spread your thighs, settling between them. You moaned softly when he pressed onto you, him lowering himself on you, putting his weight on his elbows, hovering above you. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered and leaned closer, nudging your nose with his.

You reached out to cup his cheeks, dragging his mouth to yours and you sighed in relief at the feel of his lips against yours. You could feel him pressed against you, heat pooling between your legs. Your fingers moved into his hair, carding through his locks as he deepened the kiss. You whimpered when he kissed along your neck, your hips grinding up against him, the feeling had him groaning against your neck.

He placed his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest, your hands still in his hair. Mat lifted you to sit on his lap, his both arms now around you, his nose nuzzling your lace-covered breasts. “So soft, fuck, and I love touching these, so warm and sensitive to my touch,” he mumbled against your skin. He pecked the top of your breasts and looked up at you again as his hands slid behind you to the clasps of your bra. He pulled the straps of your bra down your arms and threw it on the floor beside the bed. Peppering kisses on your chest, he lowered you down, your back meeting the mattress again.

You crawled up the bed so you could rest your head against the soft pillows. You giggled, biting your lip and he grinned as he got up from the bed, removing the rest of his clothes. Propping yourself on your elbows, you watched him strip naked in front of you. He almost fell down when taking his socks off as you fell back against the bed, your hands coming to your chest as the heartfelt laugh escaped your lips. As you were catching your breath, you felt the mattress dipping in as Mat moved back beside you. His hands came to squeeze your sides, fingers stroking and tickling you, making you laugh all over again.

Mat looked at you with a wide toothy grin and a glint in his eyes, your laughter being one of his favorite sounds. You were looking in each other’s eyes, his intense stare making you feel like the only girl in the world. The energy in the room quickly changed from light and airy to dark and sensual once Mat pressed his lips to yours, both of you moaning into the other’s mouth. His mouth moved gently with yours, his motions still held urgency, he needed to be close to you, to feel you come apart around him. He moved down to your jaw and neck, biting softly and licking the skin, leaving small marks. Soft moans left your lips, feeling Mat’s tongue on your body, the sounds were like music to his ears, encouraging him to go further. Mat traveled down the valley of your breasts, one of his hands playing with your left nipple, while he used his mouth on the right. His tongue swirled around your nipple, biting gently sending an immediate shock to your center.

Your hands were tangled in Mat’s hair, pulling on the ends when small whimpers left your lips as he switched sides, making you writhe underneath him. His one hand slipping under your panties to cup you as his mouth continued to suck and nibble on your sensitive bud, darkening eyes watching you. You dug your fingers into the muscles on his shoulders, whimpering when his fingers dipped under the elastic of your panties, his fingertips sliding through your folds.

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, bucking into his touch when he rubbed your clit.

He moaned around your nipple and slid two fingers in, your warmth enveloping him, making him grind into the sheets. His tongue flicking over the peak again and again as he pressed his thumb against your clit. The room was filled with obscene sounds, your shaking breaths and his muffled moans against you.

“You make the most gorgeus sounds, can you hear how wet you are, all this for me huh, you’re so fucking beautiful.“ His praises filling your mind, pushing you closer to your release. When he curled his fingers, you were a mess around him, panting, clenching down on his fingers and soaking them with your juices. He connected your lips, his kiss desperate but also tender, your mouth falling open against his. “I can feel you’re getting close, that’s it baby, so good for me, you’re so beautiful like this, cum for me.“

You shudder at his words, your head falling back against the pillows, everything that was on your mind disappeared, and all you could feel was Mat’s mouth on you and the delicious knot inside you coming apart. Whining, writhing underneath him, you fell apart, gasping out his name.

“Fuck baby.” He pants, kissing along your jaw. He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, placing them into his mouth instead, moaning at your taste. Afterwards he let his body fall flush against yours, his lips placing a tender kiss over your pulse point. You grip his hair, fingers rolling into the curls at the back of his neck, a blissful smile falling over your face.

“You okay?” He asked, lips moving back to meet yours, kissing you softly as your breathing steadied. Those love filled eyes watching you closely.

You nodded, smiling against his lips. He lifted himself off of you, now kneeling between your legs. His gaze roaming over your body again, until he hooked his fingers in the elastic of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He dropped them on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. Spreading your thighs with his hands, he shuffled closer, bending your legs so your thighs were around his hips. He slowly pumped himself, leaning down to kiss you once he swiped his cock through your folds, positioning himself at your entrance. Keeping his lips pressed against yours as he slowly slipped inside you, deep moans filling the air.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his butt pulling him closer to your body. Your hands tangled in Mat’s hair, as you moaned into each other’s mouths feeling his deep, slow thrusting. The sensation of each thrust made you crave him even more, you clenched around his length, your eyes squeezing shut as the feeling was so intense.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Mat mumbled against your lips, looking deep into your eyes, panting with every thrust inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good around me.”

He kept the pace slow and steady as he rocked into you, wanting to feel all of you. His forehead rested against your own when you pulled him in for another gentle kiss. Mat was losing himself in your body, every thrust making him feel on fire as he let out low, husky moans. He swore to himself there could never be anyone else besides you, that you were his everything and more. Your hips were bucking into his, meeting his thrusts halfway, the extra movements adding more friction to your clit. “Mat, baby, i’m gonna cum.”

“Let it go, baby.” Mat kissed your forehead, speeding up his hip movements keeping his thrusts just as deep, hitting the sweet spot over and over again. The action sent you over the edge, leaving you a moaning and squirming mess underneath him, a warm tingly feeling in your stomach. He kept his pace, fucking into you and pushing you through your orgasm. The toe-curling waves of pleasure crashing over you, your pussy clenching and unclenching around him sending him through his own orgasm. “Fuck, i’m cumming. God, you’re incredible, my love.”

Your legs loosened around his hips, still gasping for breath after your orgasm, your head feeling dizzy as you admired the man above you. Both of your skin sticky and sweaty, but neither of you could care less as you laid in each other’s arms, still reeling from the blissful orgasms. Mat moved to pull out of you, but you closed your legs around his waist, pulling him back into you, not ready to lose the feeling just yet. He grinned, flipping the two of you over so you were straddling him, his cock still filling you up, some your mixed cum escaping. His back was rested against the headboard as his hands roamed around your body, massaging your butt in his hands. Your hands came up to cup his jaw and you gave a kiss on his forehead, feeling a breathy chuckle from Mat against your chest and you let out a giggle.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, bub,” you whispered, nuzzling your nose to his.

“I definitely should have signed sooner,” he mumbled, locking your lips together, him letting out a deep sigh of content.

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   Throughout the years every now and then I would write a small story in hope my writing was better, it never was...    Inspired by Mary Shelley's Frankenstein, I wrote a short story about a boy, his incredible empathy ability and an order of druids based in Sintra (Portugal). As you keep on reading some things might not make complete sense, I would explain the details later on in the story but I never finished it.... in italic are some side notes. Let me provide you some context:

James and his family are on a train coming back from vacation.

One druid of the order of druids is on the train as well, he’s pretty advanced in the Druid arts so he can bend the wind at his will (druids don’t really bend it in the sense of control, more like: by honouring Nature with their many rituals, when time comes, Nature allows them to borrow power from her , so they “ask” the wind, whispering in their language while gesturing, to do their “bidding”)    These druids can sense disruptions in the ethereal plane, being able to travel tho and fro planes they try to maintain stability. Their lemma “Through words, fire and (only then) sword” reflects their modus operandi, when encountering a disruption (many times a lost soul or spirit) first they try to calm it, only by talking (words) Druids can many times unlock their minds allowing them to rest at last (a spirit at rest is it sync with nature, giving it power), if that fails through magic (fire) they may try to save it, and if nothing else works, then through “sword” they must slay the disruption.

   This small episode is the beginning of a series,  James discovers he has an extraordinary empathy ability, unaware of the existence of druids this is the moment the paths of James and the order of the druids intertwine changing his life and many others for the times coming.

The Boy, The Wretch and his Mother . (side notes in italic)

James and his parents, were on a train when temperature and light dropped down, and time seemed to stop. Only James and his father were able to move, or so they thought.

Suddenly James became aware of a large presence making its way towards him. As it came closer he could see that it looked like a person, albeit a very tall, strange person, but despite its humanoid shape James couldn’t help but feel as if this was some sort of apparition. Its skin had an odd blue-ish tint, looking as if it had just came out of a freezer, and the way it staggered around suggested it didn’t quite know how to move its own body.  (the wretch is inspired in Victor Frankenstein’s wretch, the apparition of a disruption is only in the ethereal plane. while on the ethereal plane time slows down A LOT, in human eyes it freezes).

   A sting of fear crept up James body as the creature looked at him with a murderous look in its eyes and extended an arm towards him. Trying to walk backwards he stumbled upon a bag. Somewhere behind him James heard a whisper, or at least it sounded like a whisper, so soft he would swear it was the wind talking to him. James felt a powerful gust of air flowing through him, and just like that, the wretch couldn’t move, its arms meeting an invisible barrier just a few centimetres from James face. (this moment marks the first druid action, lifting a wind barrier to protect a child, at this point the druid must have realised James was special, its very VERY rare an ordinary person being able to traverse planes.)    “What are you?” -- James thought, unable to draw his eyes from the wretch. James could now see how miserable the wretch was, up close it had a dreadful miserable air. It had the biggest dark circles James had ever seen, its eyes had no colour, its face had scars all over it and to top it off the wretch was dressed in smelly torn rags.

   James had never seen someone so ugly. It was hard to look directly at it, and yet, James couldn’t draw his eyes from it.  A conversation seemed to be held between the two but no mouths opened nor any lips moved. They were talking through their eyes, exchanging looks.

In its eyes James saw contempt, rage, envy and a never seen sorrow. He could see people mistreating the wretch because of its appearance, kids throwing rocks, women screaming at the mere sight of it. James knew how cruel the world could be to a misfit, he himself was always segregated. He could feel the same the poor wretch felt, its misery and its desire to spread it. (Without the use of any words James was able to enter the wretch’s mind and can see his memories through his eyes, James feels what the wretch felt. This is James 1st empathy connection).

   “I know why you are acting like this” – James said – “you feel lonely, unaccepted”. He was remembering the hard times he had in public schools – “You don’t want to do this, I know how desperate one can feel, but you don’t want to do anything you’ll regret. That’s what friends are for!” – The wretch rolled his eyes. “No friends hein? Then family” – The Wretch didn’t have to utter a word – “No family either…?” – Said James regretfully while transitioning his weight from one foot to the other.

   “Well, don’t worry! I can be friends with you!” – Said James with a sudden burst of energy and a smile. An honest smile, the smile of an innocent child. James let go of the prejudice, human standards and conventions. What before looked like a monster in ragged clothes, now looked like a small fragile being. It came easily to him because of his tender age. A weight seemed to get off his back. (James eyes forget the real plane, and start seeing the through essence of the ethereal plane, a plane marked not by appearances but by intentions and feelings).    He could finally see beyond the wretch’s exterior, his emotions coming to the surface in a series of colours, and just like that James was finally able to look away from it.    Examining the people in the train wagon, James noticed he could now see through them like they were glass. Around the train was a spectrum of emotions, people who were oblivious to what was happening were stuck in their previous feelings, like time had stopped. Some were greenish happy others were yellowish amused, some were deep blue depressed and others red/pinkish in love. (the use of colours to express feelings is the way I found to describe the scene and James abilities, I’m not particularly fond nor proud of it, I might change it in the future).

Where his father stood he saw dark purple-ish blue fear, crippling fear for their life.    James could see it all, instinctively linking emotions and colours and he had the feeling that if he were to focus on a single person he could also experience their emotions.    Looking back at the poor thing, he felt comfortable around it, as if it was always a part of him. Looking at their reflection on the window James saw the resemblance between them, not physically but emotionally. Both had some deep dark spots, they had suffered, been left aside, but what distinguished them was love. James had his parents love, but the poor wretch… The poor wretch didn’t have the smallest trace of love in him…    “Do you want to be friends?” – James asked, grinning.    “F-Friends?” – Uttered the poor wretch speaking for the first time. His voice was as horrible as his appearance, but James hardly seemed to notice it now, and as he spoke James saw a small colourful dot growing in him.    He cried, tears were rolling down his face like a waterfall. The stocky wretch who a moment ago looked so angry and unmovable was crying. “Is it possible that no one had ever smiled at this poor wretch?” – Wondered James whilst extending his arm to touch him. The wretch seemed thrilled, happy, even joyful, it’s ethereal shape kept shifting as if trying to decide what to become, as he tried harder to extend the arm toward James, this time succeeding in breaking the windy barrier that separated them. 

   What happened next was unexpected and hard to explain, the whole series of events only making sense to him many years down the road. And then, just before they touched, a whistle, a flash and a scream.    A whistle near James right ear, a blinding yellowish white flash, impossible to look at burst from the wretch. And then the scream. A scream James had never listened to but which he recognised only too well. A scream he would never be able to forget.    Where the poor wretch was standing before, was now his mother, on her knees with a spear piercing through her belly.

*end of scene 1*

(The whistle represents a wind-spear thrown by the druid who’s been trying to “protect” James, the flash was the wretch disintegrating, James had successfully restored peace to the wretch, the yellowish white flash represents the energy of the wretch coming out merging with nature, the scream was James Mother’s. Succeeding to calm the wretch, the spear the druid had already thrown wasn’t able to reach the wretch in time, it wound up piercing James Mother who was frozen in time behind the wretch. Planes change. James Mother dies.) I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I recognise it is not very good. In truth this was not intended to be good, you know what they say, “gotta write all the bad stuff out of me in hope nothing will remain but good writing” (or something like that). -gubbles

Painting from Avinash Weerasekera.

Pink Towels Pt. 1

“Yah!” Jin scrambles to cover you from the eyes of his curious group members. He ends up pushing you into the bathroom so you can grab some towels for the both of you. Once in there, you wonder if he’s really realized he’s naked. In the end, you just laugh quietly to yourself and come out, covered, with a towel for Jin. Hobi and Namjoon walk up to you and Jin after you’re situated. “Heyyy, we didn’t know you could sound so sexy.” “I know, and here we thought you were so innocent. Tsk tsk.” As expected, a barrage of teasing ensues. You know their giving you a hard time just because they like you so you don’t let it bother you. “Mmhm. And you sounded good too, y/n.” Namjoon winks at you and him and Hobi laughed once Jin got the joke. You, however, got it immediately that their jabs had been towards him the whole time. Your jaw drops a little and you look at Jin. It was kinda funny how they picked on him about his high pitched moaning, though. You just smile and keep looking at him. But then you remember you guys are still just in towels and you pull yours around you a little tighter. “Okay, guys, we get it ‘ha-ha’. You, caught us. Well. Most of you caught us,” after a short pause, “caught some of us, anyway.” You grin and turn your gaze to Taehyung who had woken up from all the commotion. The others look at him and you take the opportunity to steal Jin away to the bedroom. The last you hear from them is a mass interrogation of poor Tae and them teasing and laughing at his expense. Jin grabs you and holds you tight against him in a wet, (basically) naked embrace. His hold on you slackens so he can pull away and look at you. Some of his hair has fallen in front of his face that you just have to move. As you reach up and brush his hair out of the way, you catch him watching you, taking in every detail of your face. “What is it, Jagi?” “You’re just so beautiful. Even without make up or even clothes for that matter. You’re just naturally amazing.” His fingers brush against your cheek. A pinkish hue tints your cheeks, bringing a smile to his face. “They aren’t wrong, you know.” “About what?” “About those sweet, sensual moans your lips bless me with,” fingertips caress your neck and chest. “And then there’s things they don’t know about.” “Like what?” A coy little grin spreads across your face. “Like how irresistible and overwhelming you are when I have you writhing and panting beneath me. Or how intoxicating it is every time you moan or scream my name when your pleasure spills over into intense orgasms.” He takes a moment to gather himself. “Then, of course, there’s the way it’s feels when your muscles spasm and your body tightens around me. Things like that.” You get so lost in his voice, eyes and his lips that suffer the occasional nibble as memories of your sexiness flood his mind, that you hadn’t noticed anything else. Once you regain your focus, however, you realize his hands had made their way up under your towel and were firmly latched onto your ass. You also realize that you’re pressed right up against him and you can feel him through his towel. It’s with this realization that you look down and then back up at him. “Again, Jin-ah?” “I can’t help how much you turn me on,” he says matter of fact-ly. No matter what, though, Jin is still Jin. This time his shyness presents itself as a blush that decorates his cheeks and in his averted gaze. You can’t deny it, though. You are just as turned on as he is. Everything about him is irresistible. How close he is to you, the heat radiating off his lean, softly sunkissed body, his strong hands gripping, massaging and caressing you. His lips, red, full and parted, craving to have your lips, your skin pressed against them. Determined to mess with him, you pull his hands off of you and walk away, pretending to be suddenly uninterested. But then what you do next shows him that’s anything but true. You take your towel off seductively and take your time drying off. Turned away from him, you bend over dramatically in front of him to dry your hair. After you’ve finished, you stand up quickly and flip your hair back over. Even facing away from him, you can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move, not wanting to miss a single moment. You walk up to Jin and drag your nails down his chest. In turn, he kisses you and drops his towel to the floor. The kiss deepens as he picks you up and lays you on the bed in one swift, mastered motion. The lustful desire returns to his eyes, darkening them and dilating his pupils. You tilt your head away from him, exposing your neck to him, and close your eyes. At first, firm heated kisses are being strewn about your neck but suddenly you feel his teeth sink into flesh. You flinch slightly the unexpected sensation and breathe in sharply while endorphins start coursing through body. His tongue rushes to soothe area and his lips kiss sweet spot between your earlobe and the corner of your jaw.