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if someone were to come up and ask him when he knew he was in love with you, he wouldn't be able to answer
it's not that he doesn't of course! he just couldn't tell you when
maybe it was when you first met? when you complimented his hair, the sun shining directly on your skin making it look like a scene straight from a movie
or maybe it was later—when you handed him his drink and your fingers brushed, soft and unthinking. the kind of touch that lingers even when it shouldn’t. he remembers staring at his hand after you walked away, wondering why it felt warmer than the rest of him.
it could’ve been the way you talk, too. how you say his name like it belongs somewhere safe. Or how you laugh—bright, genuine, the kind that makes the air feel lighter. he doesn’t know when it happened, only that somewhere between then and now, he started looking for that sound without meaning to.
it didn’t come to him all at once. it crept in quietly, tucked itself between moments he thought were ordinary. In the way you make tea, the way you hum when you’re focused, the way you look at him like he’s more than what he was made for.
or maybe it was later, when you laughed at something he said that wasn’t even funny. you've always laughed easily, but this one was different. it was quiet, tucked behind your hand, the kind that made his chest feel too full for the first time in his life.
he thinks about it sometimes — how love must’ve slipped in quietly, through the smallest moments. the way you fix his collar before he leaves. the way you hum without realizing. the way you never seem afraid to touch him, even when he’s too still, too unsure.
and he feels undeserving of it sometimes— like you deserve better than what he could give you but selfishly enough, he doesn't want you with anyone else.
maybe its because he gets too in his head sometimes; something he's always done. and you've seen all sides of him. yet here you are, still here, standing by each and every version.
if someone were to ask him when he knew, he’d probably just smile and shake his head. because it wasn’t a single moment. it was a thousand of them — soft and slow and so completely ordinary — until one day, he looked at you and realized there wasn’t a version of his life where you weren’t there.
men who keeps a picture of you in his wallet; the picture visible when he pulls out his wallet to pay
men whose personality is about you. social media, camera roll, and even lock screen have pictures of you on it
men who are very tender about you; who never tell you no. whatever you want you can have. that overpriced 30 dollar candy? grab it. another pair of the same shoes you have at home? already being bought in your size.
men who are sensitive to your emotions. you're happy? he's happy. you're crying? he's doing everything in his power to fix it. pouting because you want something? he's getting it for you right now.
men who boast about you to anyone that'll listen, always finding a way to bring you up in a conversation that has absolutely nothing to do with you.
men whose facade falls once you tilt your head at them ever so slightly, a please leaving your lips.
men whose friends joke that you're the one that wears the pants in the relationship
suggestive undercut!
men whose neck is littered with hickeys and marks from you
men who grin when his friends point out the scratches on his back. that say he looks like he's been mauled. and he only smiles because it was you who did it--with the same set of nails he just paid for
men who always have to touch you--doesn't matter where. standing up? hands on your hips. on the couch? his arm is around you. in the bed small spooning? his hand is inside your shirt
men who crave with need for you
men who absolutely adore you
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you're his good girl! one of the things he loves about you
quick to listen, quick to do what he tells you. you just want to please him--going as far as to pout n get upset when you disappoint him. you'll do absolutely anything to hear his voice when he cups your face to tell you how good you're being for him. he rarely ever has to discipline you-- so imagine how surprised he is when he has to.
it starts off small, first it's you forgetting to do thinks like an assignment or eating something for the day. then it's the missed calls and you ignoring him. your response? you didn't see his message--or you've been busy, which he understood for a while, but you just had to take it too far because next was the attitude.
in the beginning it was just side comments under your breath because he didn't get something you wanted, or because he said something you didn't like. then it was you rolling your eyes at him--something he can't stand. so of course, he gave you a look--it wasn't a habit you had with him, and you weren't going to start it. then? it was you turning off your location, posting stuff you know would get under his skin; walking away from him.
he hates having to punish you; you were his good girl after all--but if he had to in order for your attitude to get put back in check, he was gonna.
"ah--oh my guudd!", you sobbed, hands jerking against the cuffs what were tied to bed as your thighs trembled around him. he's relentless, tongue going from swirling against your puffy bud to sliding down against your folds to suck at your entrance. his hands held your thighs towards your chest, your toes curling around his shoulders.
you can feel him smile against you before he shifts, one of his hands going down to your folds to spread you apart some more for him. he pulled away just enough to spit against them before slurping it right back up, his tongue trailing up and down before flicking and going in circular emotions against your clit.
you've already cum what--twice? thrice? yet it didn't seem like he'd let up; his lower face wet with your juices while he hummed against you just to feel you jerk around him again. it didn't matter how much you begged or squirmed from overstimulation; he was done was he felt like he was--n that wasn't gonna be until you squirted on his face--again.
"m'sorry--m'god--s'nuff baby pleeaseee!" more tears fell from your eyes as he should his head between your thighs, urgent to get you cum against him. he only hummed around your throbbing bud before pulling away ever so slightly, two of his fingers going knuckle deep in your needy cunt, scissoring themself while making a nasty ass noise.
"why were you being so mean to me baby? hm?" he looked up, asking while you whined. he only tilted his head, frowning slightly as he looked up at your fucked out face. it wasn't your fault you couldn't answer! he was the one making you go dumb.
"hum? you don't hear me?" he asked again, pulling out his fingers to pinch your bud before smoothing over it in small circles, slow enough to stimulate you but not enough to make you cum again.
you shiver at his contact before swallowing back another moan. He only sighs before leaning down to kiss and lap at the bud once again.
you felt the same knot tighten once again in your stomach; much more intense than it was last time. you jerked again, sure that your wrists would be scuffed in the morning.
"m'gonna cum again--m'gonna cum" you slur out as your mouth fell into an 'o' shape. you only let out a silent scream when he put his fingers back in again, moving them at a faster pace as he hummed against your clit.
"mhm, mhm, that's it baby, make a mess, one more" he coos, the vibration only bringing you to your orgasm quicker.
your vision goes while as you squeezed around his digits, the liquid splashing around his fingers, spraying on the bed. he continued throughout your orgasm, aiming to make you squirt out every bit before slowing as your legs clamped around him.
pulling away, he smiled as he hovered over you, leaning in to slide his tongue against your lips before you opened them, pulling away with a string of saliva.
just when you thought it was over, his hands go back to your thighs, pulling them apart. you let out a sob, shaking your head and he only smiles before kissing you once more before his hands go to his sweats to pull his cock out, one of his hands spreading your thigh while the other grips himself, tapping it against your swollen folds and letting it catch against your hood.
"you're gonna do it again", he spoke, eyes low, "right on my cock. then maybe you'll be my good girl"
