Seventeen imagines

My love

"Being in love with someone who's older is like; when you're stuck inside the house and it's raining, but the condensation on the glass you always liked to draw on, is on the outside. So untouchable, yet the want and desire kills you inside."

"I'm so so so sorry."

"Wen JunHui for the hundredth time this is not exactly your fault" you reply, slightly exasperated with your boyfriend's reaction to your current predicament.

The said boyfriend hugged your sore body softly and murmured against your hair "no it's my fault, I-I couldn't control myself and look what happened."

"It is supposed to be like this."

"You're not able to walk."

"Exactly." You pull away and cup his face in your hands. "This is an after effect of making out."

Junnie blushed as he reflected upon last night's activities. Both your firsts. It would've been an understatement to say that the session at first had been very confusing. You were sobbing, but wanted more friction...what a contrast. Screams of his name which were considered as cries of pleasure did make him get carried away. But was it too much? He should have been more careful, first time or not.

"Jun" your quiet voice breaks his train of thoughts. "Do you by any chance regret last night"

"Huh no it was amazing I mean-" Jun trailed off as he felt his already red face heat up. "I am just worried that I hurt you because of -"

"I liked it" you interrupt "and it seems pain is a part of the process."

"Does that mean you're alright if we do this" he gestured frantically "another time?"

You bite your lips at his subtle request for a round two "I'd love that but..." you hastily add "right now I'd really like me to be in a bubble bath."

"Can I join you?"

"... You're lucky for me, such a sweetheart."