➵ Snowbaz Oneshots

Wow (smut)

A/N: oh my god. HI! sorry i haven't been existing on wattpad lately, i've been focused on some other works that i have on other accounts :3 but anyway, here ya'll go, enjoy some smut <3

Baz
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My heart brops to my stomach at the sight of him.

He looks stunningly delicious.

Lying on the bed, Simon is absolutely naked, not accounting for the thin sheet that covers him from his hips down. His lean arms are raised over his head, resting among the pillows. His flaming orange hair looks like it's burning in the warm bedroom light. His eyes are bright, so bright and so blue. So brilliant. And his skin looks milky and smooth against the crumpled white bed sheets.

The perfect image of perfection.

I take a step closer to the bed, my fingers hurrying to find the string that will untie my bathrobe and allow it to fall the floor, opening myself to the air. "Hey, Snow," I say quietly, the hint of a question in my voice. The bathrobe falls to the carpet in a dark heap. "Whatcha doing on my bed?"

"Relaxing," he says seductively. He arches his back slightly, very slightly, and raises one of his knees up into the air, shifting the sheet over him. Oh my gods, he's so sexy. "Care to join me?"

"I would love to," I reply, coming closer to him. My blood is pumping hot and fast through every inch of my body. My mind closes up on all other thoughts, focused on one thing, and one thing only. Simon.

Once I get close enough to the bed, I clench a fist tight around the sheet that is lying over Simon's lower half, then throw it aside. He is (not surprisingly) erect.

I crawl over him onto the bed, straddling my legs over his hips, placing my hands on either side of his shoulders. Looking down at him now, I can see the glistening of desire in his eyes, and he's giving me the look that he knows will drive me mad. A small smirk is pulling at his lips, but he's biting on his lower one as if he has to restrain it.

"I want you so bad," Simon murmers, practically begging me to fuck him with his eyes.

I chuckle deeply, then lean down and kiss him hard on the lips. There's nothing gentle about it. I feel Simon's fingers claw at my hair as he shoves his face into mine, kissing me deeper, sliding his tounge around in my mouth.

I pull away, but just a little bit. I can feel Simon's hot breath floating past my face as I whisper, "Lube."

He nods at the nightstand, signaling for me to get it. I don't argue, but instead hurry to lean over to reach the dark side table and throw the top-most drawer open. The lube isn't hard to find; I always keep it in the same place, for easy access. Once I feel my fingers close around the bottle, I crawl back over Simon.

I don't speak, just sit back and open the bottle of lube. I squirt a bit into my open palm, then begin to stroke it over myself. Simon huffs, squirming over the sheets. "Hurry up," he whines, making a pouty face.

It only makes me want him more.

I shush him, then lay down over him once again, aligning myself with his back entrance. He moans as I slide into him, but I don't start rough. I let him adjust to my size, moving slowly, a rythmatic in-and-out motion.

"Faster," Simon suddenly groans beneath me. Just the fact that he wants me to go faster turns me on so much more.

I obey his command, thrusting myself faster into him. His moaning grows more frequent, and louder, too. I lay over him, burying my face in his neck, shoving myself inside of him, but not giving him my all. Wrapping my arms around his arched chest, I can feel the layer of sweat over his skin. He smells like burnt wood and sweat and laundry detergent, and it's a smell that I would drink if I could.

The mixture of sounds coming from his mouth sound so smooth and musical in my ears. "Fuck... fuck... yes..."

I know he's getting close. He begins to claw at my back with his nails, and I kiss the base of his neck, just to enhance the experience. He lets out one hell of a moan, and I start to pound him even harder. His chest is moving quickly and deeply, filling the air with the sweetness of his breath.

Simon screams my name as I find myself reaching my release. He must be reaching his climax too, because he begins to shiver beneath me, his hands everywhere, grasping at my back, my hair, my hips. I just hold him, moaning lightly, until I finish.

Sighing, I slowly pull out of Simon before collapsing beside him on the bed. We both lay there for a few moments, struggling to catch our breaths, sweating and tired and sick in love.

"Wow." I look over at the firey red boy beside me. "You're fucking amazing."

Simon just stares at me. "No, you are," he insists, reaching a thin finger over to poke me on the tip of my nose.

I grin. "Don't make me fuck you again, Simon."

"I think it's my turn, now."

"After a snack."

Simon finally smiles. "Of course, who do you think I am? Some sex-crazy monster who doesn't even want to take breaks for snacks?"

"That's exactly who I think you are," I tell him, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before he can even think about pulling away.