Mileven Smut Oneshots

The Pool

(They're both 17, okay.)

I hop the chain link fence and take a deep breath, looking around. The silver moonlight of the night refracts on the clear water of the pool, sending patterns and spectrums to the pool bottom.

"C'mon," I say, giggling and holding my hand out towards him, leaning over the edge of the water. My toes grip the ceramic tiles as I peer into the pool bottom, so deep yet so shallow. He takes my hand hesitantly, taking off his white shirt. I jump into the water, our hands intertwined, laughing as I paddle over to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and my thighs around his hips. I press my lips to his, lightly at first, uncertain, but he presses more into me and I laugh as he splashes water onto me.

My heart physically aches for him, and I return my lips to his, and I can't take him in enough. My hands roam everywhere, through his dark brown hair, over his muscular back, on his shoulders, on his neck. I feel his lips curl into a smile and then they immediately find mine again and he devours me, tearing his hands through my soaked hair, and gripping my lower back, pulling me closer to him. The feeling of his skin against mine is intoxicating.

And then... his lips move, smooth and gracefully. He doesn't kiss my mouth anymore, moving slightly downwards to press his lips to the crease in my neck where my artery pulses. Harder and harder he presses his lips to my blazing skin, and when he runs his fingers tenderly over the defined line of my collarbone, I make a sound I've never made before. Like a squeak of shock. Mike and I laugh together as I crinkle my nose in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks turn a bright crimson. I make the noise again as he lightly grabs my hips, pulling me closer to his own body. It's a sound only he could bring out of me.

More.

He presses his face into the nook of my shoulder as an embrace, one that has me begging for him to hold me tighter, grip me harder. His hands caress my stomach, gripping my hips towards his with huge hands. He pulls away from me, staring at my figure with an opened mouth. I look at him, his mahogany coloured eyes sparkling in the radiance with excitement. The warm water around me pricks goosebumps on my skin, even though it is not cold. He pushes a strand of hair falling into my eyes behind my ear. His touch is light and gentle, teasing, almost, but intentional in its purpose. It's obvious what we both want, now. I lean in to kiss him, but he gently pushes me back. He wants to see me.

I force myself to keep my eyes open as I move slightly away from him as his soft gaze drinks me in. But before long, shyness overcomes me and I shut my eyes from the sheer embarrassment of it. "Mikeee..." I complain, eyes still closed. "Sorry," He laughs.

I make my way up the ladder, and onto the poolside. Mike follows me, sitting beside me and grabbing my face gently. It's a surprise, then, when I feel his mouth against me, and my eyes open in shock. I run my hands through his hair, pressing him closer into my chest, and his mouth presses more desperate kisses on mine. When he trails his kisses down to the middle of my chest, something of a groan escapes my lips.

I need more.

Still kissing him, I push him backwards and we tumble off of the cement, back into the warm pool water. We laugh in unison as a loud 'smack,' fills the quiet air of our surroundings.
We both make our way out of the pool, roaring with laughter.

"Okay, we have to stop laughing. Stop Mike." I say, pressing my finger to his lips. Mike makes a goofy face, and I explode with laughter at the sight of it. His lips are pressed tight and his eyes are wide open, staring at me intently.

"Stop, Mike! You're going to make me laugh more!' I say breathlessly, focusing the entirety of my energy on not ruining the perfectly good, perfectly romantic situation.