His skin was hot to the touch, sweaty after performing that song to perfection. But that didn't stop me from latching into his scorching bicep. My free hand sank into his chocolate locks. There was no space between us, yet we still tried, with much urgency, to fill the gaps with our bodies.
The wall behind me was frosty, but his steamy touch lingered, sending trillions of goosebumps down my skin.
Our lips didn't skip a beat, finding the rhythm, picking up where we left off at the park—with just a tad more neediness. His tongue explored my mouth, teeth clashing with mine, feeling drunker and drunker with his body pressing on mine.
The palm of his hand caresses my cheek, delicately pulling me closer to him. There was a touch of hesitancy as if he was fighting with himself to pull away. "We should slow things down." His words find my ear as his lips trail down my pulsing jugular.
It's a bit fast. I knew it too. But my mind was fuzzy, and my body heat kept rising as Iwaizumi's lips tugged at my skin.
His lips collided with mine once more, not skipping a beat as his tongue swirled with mine. It was as if he was savoring every moment until I inevitably pulled away from him.
"Okay." My words agreed, but my actions, however, did not. The immense desire to touch and feel him was overwhelming, overpowering my own will.
My fingers crumple his shirt, almost begging with my actions not to let me go. Snaking under his wrinkled shirt, the grooves of his stomach, his abs, his everything, made me lose the last shred of self-control I had left.
Because I didn't want to stop. My legs trembled with the thought of Iwaizumi pressing his body weight on me.
Don't stop. Please. Don't fucking stop.
Random hook-ups, one-night stands, sex in the first date. It didn't matter what the definition of what was happening was. All that matter is Iwaizumi extinguishes the fire he started inside of me.
"Shit. Rin, if you keep going..." he rasps, not finishing his sentence, but I knew what he wanted to say.
I might not be able to stop.
"Good." Came out of my lips with a slight moan as I continued to explore his sinful body with my fingertips.
A subtle grunt and a low hiss came out of his lips as my fingers felt his bare skin, reaching for his shirt.
His wrinkled tee falls to the ground, replacing my footing, as I am lifted from the floor.
It was almost as if he could sense my knees were about to buckle, my legs almost giving out as I fell deeper into the heat of the moment.
Like the record store, the basement is decorated with posters and music memorabilia scattered across the walls. I noticed that as soon as I entered the room. I wasn't paying it much attention, let alone now. But I know there's a poster directly behind me, as it makes a crinkle noise as my back gets pressed up against it. If I had to guess by the shaggy hairstyle sported by all the bandmates, probably Aerosmith. The antique poster continued to become more wrinkled with me sandwiched between the wall and Iwaizumi's body. Sorry about that, Steven Tyler.
Even after getting the green light, his free hand scrapes the now ragged poster, fingernails digging through the paper and walls. Almost as if he was forcing himself not to take me right then and there on the basement studio walls.
But honestly, getting lifted off the ground with one hand, I might add, he could've taken me anywhere, anytime, in any position.
The sensation of my legs wrapped around his waist, fingers digging into his rugged back as I melt in his arms. I focused on that as my body moved.
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failed attempts to fly
Fanfiction"He's the man of my dreams!" Not figuratively or in a sappy romance way, but literally. The handsome stranger appeared in my dream and guided me through the nightmarish loop. He's real? I must still be dreaming. A simple dream or a fated encounter t...
