I do not own the original story of Eleanor & Park. And Rainbow Rowell, if you get to read this, I am so very very sorry.

This is my first fanfiction. Ever.

Eleanor

And the next thing he knew, Eleanor was on her knees in between his legs, her head dipped a few inches above his crotch. She looked tentatively at him for a while, not knowing what to do and Park answered her with an encouraging smile.

She put him between the tight space of her breasts and Park made a noise. Eleanor did as Park asked of her and kept on squeezing up and down on him. He was twitching so badly that she thought she was hurting him.

Even though she didn't know half of what she was doing, Park seems to be enjoying this special massage as more and more noises came out of his lips. It was pink from all his biting and licking; the same colour as his glans.

Eleanor looked at it and saw a cute shining bead in the middle. She didn't know why but she decided to lick it off. Then Park broke.

It happened in one instant. Park's breath hitched and he arched his back, his face looking pained and mouth hanging open. Eleanor thought she had gone too far and her grip on him loosened. Park's hands grabbed her wrists.

'Eleanor, please,' he begged, eyebrows knit together. She had never seen Park make this face. His eyes were in a deep shade of green that it was almost black. 'Go down.'

'What?' She knew what Park had meant but she was distracted by his new face that it took a minute for it to register. And when it did, she blushed. 'Oh.'

She looked at him squished between her breasts. There was a shiny new bead in the middle.

Park

Heaven.

Eleanor's mouth felt like heaven. It felt like heaven's heaven. And this time, Park didn't hold himself back with the noises. Someone could strap a microphone to his throat and it wouldn't matter. All that mattered right now is Eleanor and her tongue.

Wrapping around him. Sucking him. Making noises. He felt like his eyes are going to roll back to his skull. But he held on for her and for the sake of his masculinity. He gingerly held her head while rocking his hips to her rhythm. It was like slow-dancing that's building up.

Eleanor

It was all over her. Park seemed to have forgotten to warn her; it was on her chest, on her throat, on her lips, on her cheeks, on her eyelashes, on her curls. Like soap foam but with more definition and volume.

At first she thought he was angry. He was growling in his throat and baring his teeth which later grew into gasps.

She was sitting on his lap now after relentless apologies and wiping the white sticky liquid with his shirt. He was holding her hand and staring off ahead.

'Okay?' she whispered to him.

He nodded and heaved a big satisfied sigh. 'I love you, Eleanor,' he whispered back with a kiss. And when Park pulled away from her mouth and laid his head on hers, when she nuzzled on the base of his neck, when she was just closing her eyes, her lingering thought was of that they finally got to third base.

'I love you too, Park,' she smiled and went to sleep.

I hope it didn't sound as rushed. I hate smuts that don't have love in the formula. But anyway, I'm sorry if it immediately went to the smut scene. I'm still thinking over writing a prequel to this scene.