Straight to Bed.
Title: Straight to Bed
Author: yoshimotourie
Rating: Maybe R?
Pairing: Kevin/OFC (unnamed)
Summary: I think we'd all love the chance to straighten Kevin's curls.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not real.
Author's Notes: Okay. So this is my first time posting a fic on here, I hope you all love it. I'm terrible at writing "you" stories, so I wrote an "I" one. That's how a lot of mine are. But her name is not mentioned, making it much easier to imagine it's... well... you! Aside from that, I guess I have to say that this is NOT my favorite of my fics. I'm a much bigger fan of this Joe/OFC that I recently wrote, and will be posting VERY soon.
Special thanks goes to my roomate, Krystal. She gave me this plot and I am suuure glad that she did. ^_^
"Ow! Watch it!" Kevin jolted his upper body away from my hands and the menacing flat iron between us.
"I'm sorry!" my hand involuntarily brought itself up to the spot I had just burned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... but I don't trust that thing anymore."
I took one look at Kevin's currently half-straightened, half-curly hair and couldn't stifle a laugh. "Well, there's no way in hell I'm going to let you stay like that. Come on." I beckoned him with the iron. He sighed and sat up straight again, rubbing his hands together a little bit, trying to wear the regular shape back into his right palm after having it pressed against the carpet. Then he squeezed his eyes closed.
"I'm ready." The overdramatic "braced" expression on his face made me giggle. I continued to straighten his hair, one section of tight brown ringlets at a time, and he relaxed.
Soon later, Kevin's former unruly curls were entirely tamed, sleek and straight and covering his face. I smiled and pushed his bangs to one side.
"How does it look?" he asked me. He was smiling, his small mouth almost stretched to the limit.
I brushed down a few loose pieces with my fingers. "Really good. I'm a fan." My hand came down, grazing his sideburn and his jaw faster than a camera's flash. I hoped that maybe he didn't notice the lingering touch, but it was more than obvious that he had. When my hand was coming down, his came up and his fingers laced with mine.
I looked down at our hands. He did, too. I looked back up and our eyes met. As I looked back down again, Kevin leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and comfortable, and his tongue grazed mine so gently that it left me desperate for more. He unhooked his fingers from mine and brought both hands to my face while mine held is hip and his jaw.
Within our kissing, I could hear his breath start to tremble. He bit my bottom lip, sucked at it, and let it go. Then he lowered his hands, the left one tightly gripping my lip and the right pressed against my breast. He seemed nervous to touch me, the same way that I was nervous to touch him, but if nobody made any moves, then nothing was going to happen.
I reached out and unbuttoned Kevin's vest and shirt. His breathing thickened as I touched his bare skin and pushed on either side of his open shirt. My hands begged for it to be on the floor, and Kevin's body complied by breaking the kiss to shake it off his shoulders and toss it aside. I ran my hands down his chest, noticing an adorable pattern of freckles starting at the indent between his sternum and his Adam's Apple that, with the dots connected, would create a star. I gently kissed the center of it, then made my way to his clavicle. I bruised it between my lips and teeth and felt his hands reach my sides, where they pulled up on my long, dress-like shirt. He took it off of me and tossed it aside to the growing mess on the carpet. Anxiously, he kissed my neck and tried to pull down my leggings. I moaned quietly in protest and started to fumble with his belt. Before I was any more nude, I preferred to see him that way, first.
He went right along with what I had wanted, getting to his knees and pulling his pants down as much as he could before he sat back down to rid himself of them completely. I looked at his body and was definitely satisfied with what I saw. He was smiling, but more than anything it seemed to be from excitement and nervousness.
His eyes traveled down to the clothing still on my body. His fingers found their way back into the hem of my leggings and I got to my knees to help him pull them off of me. Now we looked a little bit like a Jimmy Eat World music video.
I kissed him again and this time, I had a hand on either side of his face as I pulled him down on top of me. His mouth seemed used to me now, comfortable enough to use his tongue for a little more than just a simple graze. I felt bombarded with excitement and arousal when he kissed me hard and ground himself onto me even harder. Before I knew it, my bra had been snapped off and Kevin was kissing and gently scraping my breasts with his teeth. He let the kisses and bites travel down to my pelvis, leaving tiny red lovebites all the way down. He ran his tongue and lips across the hemline of my panties and my body was starting to faintly twitch in anticipation.
"Kevin," I whispered, the first thing either of us had said since discussing his hair, "what are you doing?"
Kevin smiled and pressed his head against my pelvis for leverage. Then he bit my underwear, pulling them down with his teeth. I helped him by stepping out the bottom. He looked at me, my panties still in his mouth and his brown eyes wild with arousal. He let the garment fall and he worked his way out of his own underwear.
He ran his hands up my shins, knees, thighs, hips, all the way up until he had a hand flat on the ground on either side of me. He kissed me deeply, obliviously confident, then stopped. He lifted my leg a bit, angled himself, and mumbled, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I said, unable to say much else undercurrent circumstances, "Yeah, Kev..."
He mentally counted to three before he pressed forward and entered me. I gasped. Kevin's eyes rolled back and he bit his lip. He moaned and pulled back, then came forward again. His pace was slow, but was showing definite signs of an increase.
As he sped up, my forearms started to uncomfortably rub on the carpeted floor. I cried out, a bit from the pain, but mostly due to what Kevin was doing to me. I reached up, grabbed a handful of his straightened hair, and yanked him into the most heated kiss of the night. The friction and desperate need between us was almost too much, and we both tried to silence ourselves by moaning into the other's mouth.
Each thrust that he pushed into me with made me need him even more. I was about to reach down and aide myself to orgasm, but Kevin beat me to it, bringing a hand between our bodies and tracing tiny circles on my most sensitive spot. My moans were quivering now, shaking, losing control. I watched his face, the way that he blinked on the brink of orgasm, his mouth agape, exhaling breathy groans.
His fingers sped up and I grasped his shoulders. I was going to come. I verbalized this by whimpering it into his ear, then crying out as I reached my peak, his name and various curse words tumbling from my lips. My orgasm must've been the last straw for Kevin. He moaned and I suddenly felt filled up from the inside. He slowly thrusted a few more times before collapsing on top of me, breathless, clinging to my body. I smiled and kissed his hair. Then I started to giggle. He did, too.
"Oh God," Kevin said, "we need to do that again. Soon."
I laughed. "I definitely agree."
He smiled and sighed. "I'm getting cold. Blanket?"
I nodded. Kevin sat up and reached over to his bed, where the blanked was hanging haphazardly off the mattress. He pulled it down and spread it over me, leaving a spot for himself. He was almost in the laying position when he cried out and sat bolt-upright.
"What?! What?!" I sat up in concern.
Kevin held his arm and pointed to the straightener, where it was still plugged in and the "on" light was still glowing. "I never, ever want that thing near me again." He unplugged it from the wall and tossed it away. "Never."
"Aw, come on," I smiled, "it's just a little burn."
"Never, ever."
"And you look so good with straight hair..."
"Nope."
"What if it got you laid like that again?"
Kevin thought for a moment, a tiny grin appearing on his face.
"... maybe."
Author: yoshimotourie
Rating: Maybe R?
Pairing: Kevin/OFC (unnamed)
Summary: I think we'd all love the chance to straighten Kevin's curls.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not real.
Author's Notes: Okay. So this is my first time posting a fic on here, I hope you all love it. I'm terrible at writing "you" stories, so I wrote an "I" one. That's how a lot of mine are. But her name is not mentioned, making it much easier to imagine it's... well... you! Aside from that, I guess I have to say that this is NOT my favorite of my fics. I'm a much bigger fan of this Joe/OFC that I recently wrote, and will be posting VERY soon.
Special thanks goes to my roomate, Krystal. She gave me this plot and I am suuure glad that she did. ^_^
"Ow! Watch it!" Kevin jolted his upper body away from my hands and the menacing flat iron between us.
"I'm sorry!" my hand involuntarily brought itself up to the spot I had just burned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah... but I don't trust that thing anymore."
I took one look at Kevin's currently half-straightened, half-curly hair and couldn't stifle a laugh. "Well, there's no way in hell I'm going to let you stay like that. Come on." I beckoned him with the iron. He sighed and sat up straight again, rubbing his hands together a little bit, trying to wear the regular shape back into his right palm after having it pressed against the carpet. Then he squeezed his eyes closed.
"I'm ready." The overdramatic "braced" expression on his face made me giggle. I continued to straighten his hair, one section of tight brown ringlets at a time, and he relaxed.
Soon later, Kevin's former unruly curls were entirely tamed, sleek and straight and covering his face. I smiled and pushed his bangs to one side.
"How does it look?" he asked me. He was smiling, his small mouth almost stretched to the limit.
I brushed down a few loose pieces with my fingers. "Really good. I'm a fan." My hand came down, grazing his sideburn and his jaw faster than a camera's flash. I hoped that maybe he didn't notice the lingering touch, but it was more than obvious that he had. When my hand was coming down, his came up and his fingers laced with mine.
I looked down at our hands. He did, too. I looked back up and our eyes met. As I looked back down again, Kevin leaned forward and kissed me. His lips were soft and comfortable, and his tongue grazed mine so gently that it left me desperate for more. He unhooked his fingers from mine and brought both hands to my face while mine held is hip and his jaw.
Within our kissing, I could hear his breath start to tremble. He bit my bottom lip, sucked at it, and let it go. Then he lowered his hands, the left one tightly gripping my lip and the right pressed against my breast. He seemed nervous to touch me, the same way that I was nervous to touch him, but if nobody made any moves, then nothing was going to happen.
I reached out and unbuttoned Kevin's vest and shirt. His breathing thickened as I touched his bare skin and pushed on either side of his open shirt. My hands begged for it to be on the floor, and Kevin's body complied by breaking the kiss to shake it off his shoulders and toss it aside. I ran my hands down his chest, noticing an adorable pattern of freckles starting at the indent between his sternum and his Adam's Apple that, with the dots connected, would create a star. I gently kissed the center of it, then made my way to his clavicle. I bruised it between my lips and teeth and felt his hands reach my sides, where they pulled up on my long, dress-like shirt. He took it off of me and tossed it aside to the growing mess on the carpet. Anxiously, he kissed my neck and tried to pull down my leggings. I moaned quietly in protest and started to fumble with his belt. Before I was any more nude, I preferred to see him that way, first.
He went right along with what I had wanted, getting to his knees and pulling his pants down as much as he could before he sat back down to rid himself of them completely. I looked at his body and was definitely satisfied with what I saw. He was smiling, but more than anything it seemed to be from excitement and nervousness.
His eyes traveled down to the clothing still on my body. His fingers found their way back into the hem of my leggings and I got to my knees to help him pull them off of me. Now we looked a little bit like a Jimmy Eat World music video.
I kissed him again and this time, I had a hand on either side of his face as I pulled him down on top of me. His mouth seemed used to me now, comfortable enough to use his tongue for a little more than just a simple graze. I felt bombarded with excitement and arousal when he kissed me hard and ground himself onto me even harder. Before I knew it, my bra had been snapped off and Kevin was kissing and gently scraping my breasts with his teeth. He let the kisses and bites travel down to my pelvis, leaving tiny red lovebites all the way down. He ran his tongue and lips across the hemline of my panties and my body was starting to faintly twitch in anticipation.
"Kevin," I whispered, the first thing either of us had said since discussing his hair, "what are you doing?"
Kevin smiled and pressed his head against my pelvis for leverage. Then he bit my underwear, pulling them down with his teeth. I helped him by stepping out the bottom. He looked at me, my panties still in his mouth and his brown eyes wild with arousal. He let the garment fall and he worked his way out of his own underwear.
He ran his hands up my shins, knees, thighs, hips, all the way up until he had a hand flat on the ground on either side of me. He kissed me deeply, obliviously confident, then stopped. He lifted my leg a bit, angled himself, and mumbled, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah," I said, unable to say much else undercurrent circumstances, "Yeah, Kev..."
He mentally counted to three before he pressed forward and entered me. I gasped. Kevin's eyes rolled back and he bit his lip. He moaned and pulled back, then came forward again. His pace was slow, but was showing definite signs of an increase.
As he sped up, my forearms started to uncomfortably rub on the carpeted floor. I cried out, a bit from the pain, but mostly due to what Kevin was doing to me. I reached up, grabbed a handful of his straightened hair, and yanked him into the most heated kiss of the night. The friction and desperate need between us was almost too much, and we both tried to silence ourselves by moaning into the other's mouth.
Each thrust that he pushed into me with made me need him even more. I was about to reach down and aide myself to orgasm, but Kevin beat me to it, bringing a hand between our bodies and tracing tiny circles on my most sensitive spot. My moans were quivering now, shaking, losing control. I watched his face, the way that he blinked on the brink of orgasm, his mouth agape, exhaling breathy groans.
His fingers sped up and I grasped his shoulders. I was going to come. I verbalized this by whimpering it into his ear, then crying out as I reached my peak, his name and various curse words tumbling from my lips. My orgasm must've been the last straw for Kevin. He moaned and I suddenly felt filled up from the inside. He slowly thrusted a few more times before collapsing on top of me, breathless, clinging to my body. I smiled and kissed his hair. Then I started to giggle. He did, too.
"Oh God," Kevin said, "we need to do that again. Soon."
I laughed. "I definitely agree."
He smiled and sighed. "I'm getting cold. Blanket?"
I nodded. Kevin sat up and reached over to his bed, where the blanked was hanging haphazardly off the mattress. He pulled it down and spread it over me, leaving a spot for himself. He was almost in the laying position when he cried out and sat bolt-upright.
"What?! What?!" I sat up in concern.
Kevin held his arm and pointed to the straightener, where it was still plugged in and the "on" light was still glowing. "I never, ever want that thing near me again." He unplugged it from the wall and tossed it away. "Never."
"Aw, come on," I smiled, "it's just a little burn."
"Never, ever."
"And you look so good with straight hair..."
"Nope."
"What if it got you laid like that again?"
Kevin thought for a moment, a tiny grin appearing on his face.
"... maybe."