ʙᴀᴅ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ☆

A/N; smut included

His eyes were staring straight into yours, almost as if he was daring you to finish making the move. You could feel your blood pumping, there was a faint ringing in your ears too.

Without giving it another thought, you went the whole way and crashed your lips against his, allowing your eyes to close as he started to eagerly return the kiss.

He gently pulled you up from your crouched position, shifting until he was laying on the bed and you were practically straddling him.

"It's a good distraction technique," he breathed out once you'd split for some much needed oxygen.

"Izzy, please," you murmured, letting him wrap his arms around your waist to keep your body as close to his as possible.

"What do you want? I'd give you anything," he gazed up at you, his hand running through your hair.

"I just...I need you."

"I'm right here."

With all the moving around you began doing while kissing his lips again, you could feel him growing painfully hard beneath his jeans. Glancing between you then back up to him, you raised an eyebrow as if to ask permission. He nodded, and you immediately began unzipping his pants.

You shuffled your way down his body, lifting his shirt a little and pulling down his pants just enough to release him, then you licked your palm and wrapped a hand around his length.

You felt him stiffen at the contact, his eyes were wild and watchful as he rested on his elbows.

"Let me show you how proud I am of you," you whispered, half unsure if he'd even heard, but the gleam in his eyes assured you he had.

Before he could say a word, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, peering up at him through your eyelashes the entire time. He bit on his lower lip as your tongue began to glide against him, sucking in a breath when you'd hit the sensitive underside.

He'd had sex with many girls, more than he could count, but the feeling he was getting with you was so different...so intense. He felt dizzy, he felt drunk, he felt on top of the world.

He threw his head back as you took more of him into your mouth, his hand subconsciously finding your hair again and almost stroking your scalp in endearment as you moaned around his length.

Determined to give him a mind blowing experience, knowing it would help him feel good (even if it was temporary) your hand began massaging and fondling with his balls at the same time. And once his tip hit the back of your throat, you worked on constricting the muscles around it.

"Fuck," he groaned, bucking his hips up in response.

"Y/N, if you don't stop...I'm gonna..."

It was too late for him to finish his words, you knew what he was trying to say and you redoubled your efforts to get him there. After a low moan of your name, he began spilling down your throat, which you happily swallowed through as he kept feebly bucking his hips up.

When you felt him soften and relax, the twitching stopping, you pulled off with a pop and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

He pulled you up so you could lay next to him, his breathing still relatively fast and his eyes half lidded with the aftermath of his orgasm.

"You're gonna kill me one day," you giggled quietly at his sentence, and even he had to flash a small smile at it.

You were ready to ignore the heat between your thighs, this was about Izzy, not you. But he was more than aware that it had been one-sided, and his cock was springing back to life the more he thought about getting inside of you.

He pressed his soft lips to your neck as he rolled on top of you, settling between your legs and relishing in the soft pants leaving your lips as you desire intensified.

"You're so beautiful," he mumbled between kisses as he began to lift up your skirt, you couldn't find the will to respond, brain hazy with want.

You felt your underwear being slid to the side, and then you felt the full feeling of him pushing into you. He was bigger than you usually had, but you were so turned on you barely noticed the pain of the stretch.

When he began thrusting, you desperately clutched at the back of his neck and captured his lips in yet another kiss. He rolled his hips in response, angling them to hit your sweet spot just right.

A loud moan spilled from your lips, which he covered with his hand in order to silence it. You bit his palm playfully, and he began thrusting harder as he chuckled at it.

"The guys might be back, you don't want them to hear."

He was right, you didn't want that to happen at all. You nodded but urged him to keep his hand over your mouth, not trusting yourself to stay quiet without it.

You gasped when the strokes became rougher, and he almost thought he'd hurt you, until he found you shaking and clenching your walls around him as your orgasm began crashing down on you.

"That's it, baby," he choked out, eyes closing for just a second as he tried to hold out and let you cum first.

You couldn't help biting his palm again, your nails digging into the back of his neck at the same time as your body trembled. You felt like you were going to pass out, you'd never had an orgasm quite like it.

He simultaneously felt the same thing, and turns out, the pain of the bite and scratching was enough to topple him over the edge too. He pulled out in lightning speed, his cum coating your shirt as he panted through his second orgasm.

When he'd finished, he took a moment to notice what he'd done, a small smirk playing on his lips.

"Sorry, your shirt was in the way."

You rolled your eyes, but you weren't too bothered. He got up and headed to his bag, rooting around until he'd found a shirt you could wear. You stripped out of your clothes and pulled it on, it smelled like him, you liked that.

He stripped down too, leaving himself in just a pair of boxers before climbing into bed with you.

"What do we do now?" he murmured, curious eyes scanning your features.

"I don't know," you replied honestly, playing with a ring on his finger.

"I've tried, but I don't think I can stay away from you," he admitted, you gazed up and ran your hand across his cheek.

"Then don't."