seventy-nine // fuzzy

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my mind feels fuzzy as i enter the house. i quickly kick my winter boots off before he presses me against the wall and connects our lips. my hand grips onto his hair and gently tugs on it. a giggle slips my mouth as he pulls away from my mouth. his lips press small kisses to my jaw and down to my neck causing me to giggle again.

"that tickles!" i laugh. he laughs along with me before pulling me over to the couch. we both fall back onto the cushions.

he pulls the hat off my head and tosses it like a frisbee. i laugh and lightly brush my lips against his. he runs a hand through my newly straightened blue hair before roughly reconnecting our lips. my tongue runs across his bottom lip. he smiles into the kiss before i slip part of my tongue into his mouth. our tongues move together slowly before the two of us pick up speed.

his hand travels down to my thigh, lightly running his hand on my inner thigh.

i pull away from him and tug at his tee shirt, "off,"

"are you sure?" he slurs against my lips. i nod. he rolls his shirt up before pulling it off and carelessly tossing it on the floor along with the hat.

xx // ashton irwinWhere stories live. Discover now