#The Boyz Senario | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

folkloreguk · 4 years

Text

❄️December 9th (M)

A/N: Here’s part 2 (or technically part 4 - in case you want to read the very first two parts, they’re on my advent calendar masterlist from 2017! (19th + 21st)), I hope you enjoy reading this one as much as I liked writing it! x

words: 1.9k

genre: smut, optional bias (male), enemies to lovers

part1

“Do you ever think about the Christmas party?” you asked.

“About the lovely conversations I had and the amazing food there? All the time,” he said, like he was completely serious. You could have snapped at him, but he unfortunately looked so hot that your head decided it had other plans.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you spoke, setting down your glass and taking a step towards him. “And judging by how much you flirted with me in the past week, I’m going to assume your answer is yes.”

By now, your head was dangerously close to his. If he hadn’t wanted this, now would have been the time he would have stopped you. But he didn’t. Of course not.

Instead, he leaned forward and smashed his lips against yours. You could still taste the salt from the popcorn on his lips. The second your hand was on his neck he let out a groan, spinning you around so you were leaning against the kitchen wall. He really had a thing for making out against walls, you thought, while his tongue slipped over your lips.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about fucking you again ever since it happened,” he spoke against your mouth. “I’ve been going insane.”

Those were the words you had wanted to hear. By now, his hands were all over you, roaming under the hem of your sweater and running up and down your sides. His body was pressing against yours so tightly, it was like you felt his weight on top of you even though you were standing up. Which only made it more frustrating that there were two layers of fabric separating his skin from yours.

Eagerly, you lifted his shirt, making him react and pull it over his head. Memories flooded your head at the sight of his bare upper body.

“Like what you see?” he teased you, giving you a challenging look. Here we go again.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you said, pulling his mouth to yours. Although you felt him smirk against your lips, he didn’t stop. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, softly pulling it. When you leaned your head back at his actions, he attacked your neck with kisses. The way his teeth grazed your skin made you close your eyes and let out a sigh. When he pushed his hips against yours, and you felt his erection, you realized the wetness pooling at your own core by now. You hated the effect he had on you even more than his character.

“H/N,” you half-moaned. “Can we do this laying down this time?”

He hummed in response, and you took his hand, to lead him after you. Your bedroom was too far away for you liking, so you opted for the sofa in the living room. In the process, you took off your pants.

The moment you lay down on the soft cushion, the realization hit you again. You were making out with him, half naked, in your own home. Then he was on top of you, his lips brushing against yours softly. You almost whined when he pushed one of his legs between your thighs, the friction on your center sudden. At the same time, he toyed with the fabric of your sweater.

“Just take it off already,” you mumbled against his lips. You were surprised at the lack of response but didn’t mind it, since instead of talking he actually did what you told him.

“Do you ever wear a bra?” he asked, smirking at your bare chest. You almost slapped him playfully.

“You seem to be around at the exact times when I’m not wearing one,” you said. Your words faded out into a whimper, when he cupped one of your breasts with his hand, while he kissed the other. You loved the way he nibbled at your skin, going lower to your belly and your hips, making you almost sure you would have marks tomorrow.

You whined when his hands linked into your underwear, but didn’t pull it down your legs. Instead, he seemed to find liking in kissing every inch of skin outlining the fabric.

“Hurry,” you said, looking at him with a lifted head.

“When you whine like that, it kinda just makes me want to tease you even more,” he responded, and you gave him an angry stare. Chuckling, he dipped his head to your clothed center, licking a stripe over your underwear. The touch was so light, but still the closest you had gotten to what you wanted since you had begun. Slowly, he pulled on the side of your underwear, kissing the exposed skin on your hip.

“I swear if you don’t stop this,” you warned him.

“Then what?” he smirked. “If you want it, you’re gonna have to wait for it.”

“I fucking hate you,” you said. In response, he hummed, while he placed another kiss on your clothed core.

“I’m sure you do. That’s why you’ll be screaming my name later,” he spoke, and finally took off your underwear. Cold air hit your wetness and you couldn’t even come up with a good comeback. That’s how distracting he was.

“Do you really want this?” he asked, making you feel his breath on your core. You thought you were going insane.

“Are you serious?” you asked, not playing his little game. “If you don’t do something now, I’ll do it myself.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he said. Finally, he leaned forward, his hot tongue suddenly leaping at your clit. And he wasn’t about to start slowly. After the long wait, all you could do was let out a cry of pleasure as he drew random figures on your center, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves. The feeling was overwhelming, and on instinct you grabbed fistfuls of his hair. Your eyes clenched shut, pleasure burning in the pit of your stomach.

“As annoying as you are, you’re so fucking good at this,” you spoke, almost breathless. At your words, he only hummed against your center. The vibrations sent another wave of pleasure through your body and you arched your back while your thighs tightened around his head. Gently, he pushed them further apart, holding you in place. Usually, you wouldn’t want him to have the kind of satisfaction you just gave him, but sometimes even you had to feed into his ego. The closer you felt yourself get to your release, the more you felt your heart hammer against your chest, while your entire mind was taken up by him and only him.

A surprised whimper left your mouth when you suddenly felt one of his fingers by your entrance. He slid into you with ease, curling his digit against your walls. The second he grazed your sweet spot you moaned his name, your breathing uneven.

“H/N, don’t stop,” you whimpered, hoping he wouldn’t take your words as an invitation to make another stupid joke. But he only hummed against your core again, only driving you crazier. Your brows furrowed in concentration and you grabbed a fistful of the pillow by your side. Only a few more seconds it took, and your body gave in to the pleasure. As your orgasm hit, your back arched off the sofa, head buried in the pillow beneath it. Irregular pants and a weak cry left your mouth while he slowed down, but only stopped when he noticed your sensitivity as you were coming down from your high.

For a while you lay there, catching your breath and staring up at the ceiling. So, that just happened. But your peace was disturbed quickly.

“Earth to Y/N?” he said. “Was it that good?”

You only grunted a laugh at his words. Feeling kind of drowsy, you sat up. His lips were pink and his hair a mess. But he honestly looked kind of cute. You regretted that thought before you had even processed it. Luckily, you had an idea how you would distract yourself from insane thoughts like that. Additionally, you still needed to get him back for teasing you.

So grinning at him, you pushed his chest softly, making him fall into the cushions.

“My turn,” you said, and without hesitation you started to pull down his pants. He seemed surprised by your eagerness, but then proceeded to fold his hands behind his head, watching you and smiling.

His length was fully hard by now, looking almost painful, but you weren’t about to go there just yet. Grinning, you began by kissing his neck instead.

“Oh come on, I had to wait while you got to enjoy yourself,” he complained.

“Wow, I thought you’d start whining,” you said, “But not quite this early…you’ve truly outdone yourself.”

“And you’re calling me the annoying one,” he rolled his eyes. Ignoring his words, you continued to kiss your way down his stomach. Sometimes, you’d “accidentally” brush your hand over his member, making him hiss. But you had to admit, if you had had to wait as long as he did, you would have been a lot more impatient than he was acting. So, you decided to give him what he wanted.

The second your lips closed around his cock, he groaned, making you hum in amusement. Your hand wrapped around the base of him and followed, while you bobbed your head up and down at a steady rhythm. Your tongue swiped over his tip whenever you raised your head.

“Oh fuck- ,“ he swore, his arms not under his head anymore, but instead by his side, mirroring your earlier actions as he grabbed the blanket underneath him. Your name fell from his lips when his length touched the back of your throat, which only motivated you to do better. Although you had heard him moan before, the sound of his raspy voice still fascinated you. As you tasted pre-cum on your tongue, you sped up, your hand moving along with your lips faster now.

“I’m so close,” he moaned, the muscles of his thigh flexed under your free hand. That moment, you looked up, watching his face. For a second, he made eye contact. Then, he only swore again, pushing his head back into the pillow. As you felt him twitch in your mouth, you pulled away, while your hand kept moving. You had to admit, he looked incredibly hot when he came. His eyes shut, his jaw opened slightly and the way he said your name made you feel a whole other type of way.

Slowly, you let him come down from his high, while you sat back and waited. The question he asked you after a while wasn’t what you had expected.

“Am I gonna sleep on this couch tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, for about the sixteenth time that night.

“You’re welcome, I know I did good anyway,” you said. He chuckled.

“I thought my reaction showed you that already,” he said. And he sounded almost as sincere as you had ever heard him. So, you guessed his sincerity caught onto you.

“I mean, my bed’s a lot more comfortable, but you can decide if you want to spend the whole night next to me,” you said. In response, he raised his eyebrows, but then his surprised expression turned into a grin and then into a chuckle.

“I’m not sure if I can handle that, after how annoying this whole evening was,” he said, and then you couldn’t help it. You laughed with him.

496 notes · View notes