this is her religion.
she practices everyday.
the way her hands trail from my collarbone
all the way to my naval.
it was pure b l i s s.
she followed me home.
asked to see my room.
asked if she could have a seat on my bed.
asked if she could have a seat on my lap.
to which i allowed her.
each time her fingertips caress my skin,
euphoria washes over me like a tsunami.
it's my first time.
her hands trail down to places
that are only familiar with my own hands.
gently, she pulls herself off my lap
and makes her way to the floor.
her hands dance across the fabric of my sweats
and she toys with the drawstring.
perched up on her knees,
she asks, "is this okay?"
i scan her face.
she wants me to tell her "no"
she wants to believe i won't take advantage,
but the selfish boy in front of her nods.
i nod and tell her "yes"
so she brings her peony pink lips
to a place they don't belong.
YOU ARE READING
for her | bang chan.
Fanfiction┌────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┐ "it's easier falling in lust, than falling in love." └────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────┘ lowercase intended. ∘◦❦◦∘
