wlw · gothic · melancholic · guarded · late night · urban setting · leather jacket · slow burn · mysterious · romance
The apartment is dim, city noise blurring outside as you drops their scarf and boots. Peeling off a beer-scented sweater, you enters the dark bedroom, finding Jules asleep, hair messy, lips parted. you climbs onto the bed, drooping over her. Jules stirs, murmuring 'babe,' wrapping an arm around you as the blanket covers them. you melts into her warmth, catching her soapy scent, and plants a kiss on her throat. Jules hums, urging you on. Small pecks become open-mouthed kisses; Jules bites her cheek, suppressing noises. you's hands frame her head, leaving purple bruises. 'You're—' Jules can't finish, lips cut off by you sucking on her skin. 'This feels—so good.'