Boys in Bands (Open Requestable One Shots)

Kellin Quinn - Neighbours (Smut)

*Melanie

"Hey Mel, you wanna come over?", his voice purrs over the phone.

"Sure.", I smile to myself, "Be there in five."

He cuts the call and I scramble over to my wardrobe pulling out my sweater and my jeans. I've been laying on my bed in my underwear all day, waiting for him to call and like always he did, when it was late and dark.

I get dressed and open up my window, he's already at his. He leans against the windowsill with a smug look on his lips, and a gleam in his eye. I stand with half of my body out of my window, a tree separated our houses, and made it easier for us to sneak in at all times of the night. Tonight is my turn to come across.

"So, what have you been doing all day?", I ask with a mischievous smile.

"Waiting for my parents to go to sleep.", his smirk doesn't leave his lips, "Think we can be quiet?"

I hop out of the window, stepping out onto the thick branch of the tree I make my way to his window where he extends his hand out towards me to help me in. He pulls me inside and I'm in the familiar surroundings of his room, his scent lingers all over and it's almost intoxicating.

"So.", he licks his lip unconsciously as he runs a finger along the neck of my sweater, his finger trails down my chest and to the bottom of my tummy followed intensely by his eyes, "I missed you today."

My hands find their way to his waist and my fingers twirl into the fabric of his thin shirt, and I pull it to bring him closer.

"Did you miss this?", I lean in to kiss his neck, and run my tongue along his neck as I do, I feel his skin raise underneath mine. I pull him closer to me by his shirt, I feel his rapidly growing hard on press against my tummy.

He moans approvingly into my hair and pulls my waist into him, our bodies grind slowly against one another. His hands move from my butt up to my chest to cup my mounds, his breathing begins to get more aggressive as he does. Suddenly his hands no longer roam me but instead his hands hold the bottom of my shirt and he tugs upwards moving me closer to his bed as he does.

My leg hits the back of the bed, he pulls my shirt off as I fall back and we share a quick laugh. He stands in front of me, eyeing me out like a meal. He strips his own shirt off and bends down on his knees in front of his bed but I know for sure he's not about to pray. He grabs both of my legs and pulls me forward so that my legs are outstretched to his face. He undoes my button with the usual look of frustration.

"Why do you even wear clothes?", he mumbles. I roll my eyes and lay back, reaching for a pillow to put underneath my head.

He slides my pants off my legs and smirks to himself in satisfaction, his long fingers run along the thin material of my underwear before edging them down from either side. I lift my legs to help him slide them off easier, placing them back down on either one of his shoulders while his hands ring around my thighs to hold me in place. His lips trail kisses up my inner thigh and I feel my skin tighten around my entire body, a sudden shock strikes my body when I feel his tongue make contact and I let out a small yelp to which he goes slower. I look down to see his face buried in between my legs, his eyes closed and my legs around his shoulders. His hands caress my thighs softly as he nibbles and sucks at my most sensitive part. His tongue picks up speed, zigzagging around so fast that I have to pull my hips back slightly to avoid screaming, but it's no use. As soon as I move away he pulls me closer, his fingers dig Into the flesh on my thighs and he buries his face deeper into me.

I pull the pillow out from behind my head and shove the end into my mouth, my moans are now muffled but still evident and I can't hold it in no matter how hard I try. I feel like I'm about to reach my climax when he pulls his tongue out and replaces it with something much bigger.

My entire body freezes, and he stands still for a moment allowing me to adjust to his size and to just take it all in. He inches in deeper as he goes from standing in front of me to crawling above my body until his lips hover over mine and his arms rest beside either side of my head, his body lowers onto mine and now we're in full contact. My hands move underneath his arms to hold his back. His nose nuzzles mine and he starts to move once he sees I'm ready for him. He moves in long slow strokes, his face buried into the curve of my neck and his arms still resting to support his weight over my body. One of his arms move down to grab my waist, picking me up in sync with his slow movements. His fingers sink into my skin and he moves me up and down easily. I feel my body beginning to constrict again, from the sweet, euphoric movements he so delicately puts onto me.

He reaches the sweet spot and his breathing becomes jagged and rough into my neck, his body pins me down harder and his strokes become faster. I hear his low groans of pleasure escape from his throat but mine feel like they can't be contained. As soon as a little bit of a scream comes up, his hand covers my mouth and muffles my sounds. He holds his hand firmly over my mouth while his head stays buried in my neck and his hips pound into mine. My legs wrap around his waist and his movements begin to get sloppy, next thing I know he's filling me up but still pounding as he does. He slows down to a stop when he's been emptied out and lays buried in me, he twitches before pulling out and rolling over besides me.

"Sorry for being so loud.", I blush.

"It's fine, my parents aren't actually at home.", he smirks.