oh, was it somebody’s birthday? midge takes a seat in the boy’s lap, coy smile and loving eyes. “Happy birthday, baby! I got you something!” hands over a small box containing an engraved keyring for his car keys, and a mixtape of their songs. “and there’s something lacy under this skirt for you too..... but only for the birthday king’s eyes”
❲ REGGIE’S BIRTHDAY ❳ : always accepting. ft. @mythite
HE’D NEVER ADMIT HOW MUCH HE LIKED THE SOUND OF THAT. baby. he remembers when he only ever heard her say that in his dreams. the ones where mason wasn’t there, when he was the hero of her story. the ones he had every night without a heavy conscious. imagining what it would be like to call her his. replaying their little moments in his head like a movie, his favorite feature behind his eyelids. he hated the mornings because they kept him from her.
but now they brought them together. mason was still there, but she’d finally chosen him after all these years. she claimed him now with the width of her hips on his. a moment to soak it up, reality’s sweetness. hands quick to plant themselves around waist, body fitting right into his hands in being claimed as a seat. a perfect fit, every time, before taking wrapped box from painted fingertips. a faint smile at material present. gaze locks with hers, leaning until lips meet once or twice. a mouth sweet like apple pie, as she’d say. he’s not even tugged at bow’s ribbon before gift’s other half is revealed.
eyes drop to short skirt in question, somehow forgetting the box for just a moment. temptation’s vicious grip on his mind prevails, what a boy he is. ❝ oh, baby, you shouldn’t have… ❞ translation: thank god you did. still, he can’t resist box’s lure, curious to know what she’s spoiled him with. the tug of mouth’s corner at silver & its companion. eyes bright and wide. ❝ i love it. ❞ gift set aside on bench, hands returning to their natural resting place, this time sliding below hips until he’s teasing hem’s edge. admiring what’s his.
another kiss, longer this time, tongue just poking past lips before moving to her ear. a whisper, hot & heavy. ❝ is it the red set i bought you ? ❞ the slide of fingers up thigh, meant to increase anticipation and make impatience known. elastic is found, from the straps hugging skin. all the confirmation he needed. what do you mean, they’re in public ? ❝ as birthday boy, i say we skip class so i can see it for myself. y’know, since it is my gift. ❞ slight squeeze, nails digging into hidden skin beneath pleats, leaning back as if nothing happened. combing gaze remains, already undressing the other with his eyes over what was better than any dream.
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