ONE SHOTS

young blood { yungblud }

yungblud { dominic harrison }

I was running down the hotel hallway to our room and he was chasing me. We tried to keep it quiet but I couldn't stop giggling, especially when his hand reached my arm and pulled me towards him. I was panting as my back hit the wall and he pressed himself against me. We were staring into each other's eyes, his finger slid over my lower lip sloppily, ending up in my mouth. I moved my hand up to the side of his neck, leaning my head back for a second; I still felt the alcohol. We've been drinking a bit and vodka came after me, hitting me just right. The moment was a little tragic and sexually intense at the same time. I was lost in his eyes, his face was close to mine, lips only a few inches apart and I've never felt more connected to him; but I was afraid he would slip through my fingers.
I wanted to hide it but I couldn't. He knows me too well and I was unable to hide any of it from him. He noticed my melancholic state sneaking up on me again. He wiped away a tear that slid down my cheek, lifting my chin up gently. My eyes met his again and without saying a word, he kissed me. He just pressed his lips on mine, passionately kissing and comforting me. He cupped my face and leaned his head on mine, our foreheads and noses touching.

"When I said forever, I meant it."
He quietly said before giving me another kiss.

"I'm sorry." I tried to apologize but he wouldn't let me.

"No." He said. "Don't be sorry. And don't be sad." He pulled away and looked at me, repeating those words again.
"Promise me."

I nodded.
"I promise."

He showed me the beautiful smile that's impossible to get tired of seeing and unlocked the door with our card, pulling me inside.
It was hard for me sometimes. He's the best I ever had and I was afraid of losing this paradise we created ourselves. I love him.
And to some people saying those three words isn't a big deal. But in my 23 years I have never said them to anyone.
I love Dominic. He's my world and I dare say I wouldn't make it without him. But if I would, it'd take me quite some time to get over this feeling; he gives me exactly what I need without me asking for it. I don't want to lose him, ever.

As soon as the door closed, our emotions came out. I walked to the bathroom, him following me. I stepped into the glassy shower, turning the water on. Letting it run, I took a step closer and got wet. I turned around to face him and leaned my head back, closing my eyes.
When I opened them again, he was standing right in front of me. We were face to face, water running down our fully clothed bodies. My thin white t-shirt was completely stuck to me and like he was reading my mind, he took it off by tearing it right in the middle, pulling it off me. He removed his sleeveless shirt as well, then slowly leaned a little closer. I didn't have the patience for slow. I pulled him closer and crashed my lips onto his. His arms wrapped around me and he tightly held me in his embrace while we were kissing. Only parting for air, he pushed us to the wall; I didn't even flinch when my bare back hit the cold glass.
Getting down on one knee, he unzipped my jeans shorts and pulled them down, leaving me in my soaked underwear. He started kissing my thighs and moving up, stopping between my legs for only a second, then kept going up, until his lips reached mine again.

"Do you love me?" He asked between hasty kisses, hungry for more.

I nodded.
"Forever."
I whispered and slid my hand down his sweats.

He let out a little moan but it didn't stop him from kissing me. Dom is a very affectionate and physical being. He always was and is touching me, he needs to feel our connection and I don't mind it at all. He knows how to make me feel good.

Lifting me up, he carried me to bed, slowly putting me down on the edge of it. We did this countless times before but it never seems to lose the purity and the innocence we carry inside; as little as there is.

We didn't even speak; the eyes, they never lie. And they were telling every single truth we know. Eye contact was barely broken, I got so lost in him, all the surroundings faded away, my only focus was him. I took my bra off, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, waiting. He stripped himself of all clothing as I lied down, spreading my legs. His hands were a little cold, so I flinched when he grabbed my thong on each side and slid it down.
Biting my lower lip I was watching him as he slowly climbed on top of me. He didn't penetrate me right away. He took his time, caressing my face and kissing me gently before putting himself inside me.
When he did, I gasped, sliding my hands up his back, taking a hold of him.
The intercourse itself is very emotional and intense for the both of us, especially me. I never felt this vulnerable while having sex before I met him. It's such an amazing feeling; I can feel the love he has for me and I don't know how to explain it.

I kept shaking and because I felt so overwhelmed, tears started coming out.

"Shh, don't cry baby. You're mine." He whispered and started thrusting a little faster. I just gave in, I'm his and I felt it.

Minutes later we were lying on the soft duvet on the floor next to the bed. My head was resting on his chest, my hand in his. I was playing with his fingers, grinning. I was always touching his fingertips because they were a little rough from guitar playing.

I then realized why love can hurt like a motherfucker; it can even be dangerous. When you get to experience such strong emotions and see it's possible for another human being to make you feel like this, you're scared of losing them.
At least I am; I'm scared to death.

But we're young; we're young blood, wild and passionate and I'll never stop fighting for us, for the realest feeling of all - love.