soundtrack of our love

no control.

waking up beside you

im a loaded gun

i can't contain this anymore

i'm all yours,

i've got no control ,

no control.

•no control by one direction•

its been a day since the potential accident. but there isn't any tension between us, thankfully. well, there's some type of tension, but its not bad.

i walked into the bedroom, where sam was sitting on the bed on his phone, in a sleeping with sirens t-shirt. he was wearing a pair of boxers, and his cute little reading glasses. he was so adorable, yet he can go from being adorable, to being hot as fuck, in 2.3 seconds. like tonight.

i sat down beside him and laid my head on his bare chest. I looked up and kissed him. it went from soft, to passionate yet rough. before I knew it he had my shirt off and he was leaving kisses all over my neck.

"god dammit sam..those are gonna leave a mark." he stopped for a minute to look at what he had done. he had this grin on his face that pissed me off, yet made me smile. it was so confusing, but it made sense at the same time.

i placed my hand at the rim of his boxers as sam reached for the box inside the nightstand. But as he went to open the packet that came from the box, I took it out of his hand placed it back in the drawer. "its fine.."

sam continued to kiss my neck as I pulled off his boxers. his tattoos still amazed me. "shit..fuck. sam you shit." this was all still so new to me. but our bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, we were always in sync, always going at the same pace.

a/n: so it was really weird to try to write smut again sooo this is the result. so sorry if its bad. i forced myself to write so its really bad.