Five/Aidan Imagines [BoyxBoy]

Contradictions [SMUT] - Part III

Yeah, this chapter has heavy smut. But that's what y'all have been asking for, so I expect no complaints.

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I kept my eyes leveled with his as I saw him scan my body with a burning gaze, watching his pupils dilate as he drank the sight of my body up greedily before the night came to a somewhat conclusive end. His white teeth took his bottom lip in a fierce bite, and he let out an elongated moan when he ravished me in licks and kisses all over my face, arms, throat, chest. So many loving brushes that kept me giddy and dizzy that I didn't realize that I was eventually tossed over to the side and laying under the bastard.

"F-Five, noooo!" I whined dramatically with an animated pout of my lips. And he only laughed.

"Don't always get top, Y/N," he mumbled with a devious sneer, and I couldn't have been more afraid and intrigued at the same time with that look on his perfect face. Two hands pressed down on my solar plexus and dragged down to my stomach, his fingers outlining the toned ridges of the flat plane. I angled my head down to watch him skate his unbearable touch to my boxers, but just as he showed his intention of taking them off, he drifted his hands to his.

My mouth was turning chokingly dry, and I pressed my tongue hard to the roof of my mouth when I saw him slowly pull them down, his eyes never leaving mine as he observed my expectant reaction. Every inch of him was unearthly beautiful, as if he was sculpted by burning stars and painted a glowing dark with the black ink of the night sky. His small smirk and angelic little laugh he made couldn't have been any more breathtaking than in that very moment. Oh my god, that dude was a Greek God. "Shit..." I breathed, and he laughed darkly at my involuntary duck of my chin.

"Like what you see?" he grinned, his boxers slapping against my closet door as he pitched them across the room. My head snapped to the side as I watched the finality of that decision, and my fingertips were itching to rip my boxers off as well.

"You seriously did not just ask that," I deadpanned, wholly impressed at his conceited rhetorical question.

"It was a genuine question," he scoffed, nonplussed.

"It was a stupid question."

"It wasn't. I was wondering-"

"That doesn't really matter-"

"Yeah it does. I want this to be good for you too-"

"It already is-"

"Not yet if you keep running your mouth-"

"I don't run my- mmph!" Words jumbled inside of my mouth in a heap of incoherent sounds when the pressure of his lips smothered them away. He slid his lips against mine vigorously and gave me little to no chance in catching up. Saliva ran down my jawline and pooled at a crevice in my neck as the kiss became open, more messy in a way of sloppy lust. I didn't open my mouth for a while after that; well, talking-wise.

Time increased as did the heat in our movement. It felt like a fever dream ran through with taunting desires that maybe this never happened. Maybe it was all an illusion of sorts that I'd run to Isaac and tell him and we'd laugh about it over the familiar booming music of yet another party. But nah. That was very much real. It was so real that I was conscious of every inch of my body like it was a map displayed before my eyes. I could feel every best of my heart and every stutter in my tensing muscles and every energy flow that filled me up from the roots of my hair to the bottoms of my feet. I felt everything and nothing all at once. I felt Five's hands slip my boxers off and felt the faint gust of wind when he breathed heavily at the sight of me. I felt the hesitation in his gut when he was finally exposed to so much skin, so many opportunities, and I could almost hear the gears in his head turning. And then, I felt how his body molded so perfectly against mine when I flipped us over, insisting that I'd take the lead.