dark!mom's!boyfriend!maurizio gucci x innocent!female!reader
summary: you try smoking for the first time and your momâs boyfriend helps you
warnings: darkish (for now), smoking, some touching from maurizio (noncon-ish), innocent reader, innocence kink, corruption kink, horny thoughts, virgin reader (nothing happens and she remains a virgin đâđŒ), sinful thoughts, cheating, Alsy(OFC) is a bad influence of a friend but sheâll be great.
word count: 1.3k
a/n: i could not have thought of a more unique title :â) i originally planned a stepdad fic but im a coward. this is an au btw so đâđŒ and i havenât watched the film so spoiler free i guess?
happy birthday, ora! couldnât say no to a birthday girl đ„Ž so have whatever this is instead đ€Ł @crappedoutlungs
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There is nothing wrong with being curious. That was what she kept telling herself. Everyone else was doing it, so why couldn't she? Even her mother's Italian boyfriend is doing it all the time, and she still seems to love him. What difference does it make if her daughter does it?
Alsy, her friend, kept telling her how it helped her relax or calm down, and she could definitely use a stress reliever right now.
The girl lets out a long breath before nodding at her own reflection exiting the bathroom and trudging down the flight of stairs, her skirt flowing along with the breeze. She looks around the house, searching for the person that would be able to provide her with one of those cancer sticks.
She locates the hulking figure outside the house, sitting on the porch bench, with the familiar burning stick protruding from his seemingly mushy lips. He looks up at the sound of the door closing, and she feels her heart pounding faster as a result of the sudden attention on her.
She has practiced a thousand times now. Itâs now or never.
âCan Iââ her nose flared in embarrassment when her voice cracked mid sentence and she immediately looked away from the man before attempting again.
âCan I have one?â She mentally cheers for herself before frowning at the floor when Maurizio remains silent.
She looks up only to find him staring at her with an eyebrow raised at her questioningly.
Her natural reaction is to defend herself.
âItâs not a bad thing. Itâs completely normal! Everyone does it. I meanâŠâ She bites the inside of her cheek when she runs out of things to say only to find Maurizio still staring at her with the same puzzled expression.
âWhat were you asking for?â He asked, voice as deep as it can get, probably croaky from all the smoke he inhaled.
Her blood turned cold from complete embarrassment when she realized that the man was just asking for what she wanted and here she is, being all defensive.
She lets out a forced laugh before pointing at the packet of Marlboro red sitting just beside him.
âCan I have one of those?â
He simply shrugs before picking up the packet and reaching out a very long arm to her, patiently waiting for her to take one.
It was that easy? Her jaw clenches unconsciously as she tries to take one as coolly as possible, despite her hands shaking with nervousness and embarrassment. She is finally able to take one, and she retracts her hand, turning away from the man and staring at the cigarette stick as if it were made of gold.
This is it!
âNeed a light, cara mia?â his baritone voice snatches her staring contest with the cigarette stick. She feels lightheaded at the endless amount of times sheâs making a fool of herself right in front of this man. She considers simply running up to her room and keeping the cigarette stick until she can do it with Alsy. Why didn't she just go to Alsy and ask for one? She'll most likely buy a whole packet.
âSit,â his voice calls for her attention again. Why is it so easy for him to get her attention? Then again, Maurizioâs the type of man to get everyoneâs attention in every room he walks into. He pats the spot beside him on the bench, prompting her to sit beside him.
She does.
Her mind becomes foggy once his hands touch her waist, guiding her beside him and pulling her closer to his side. She watches as he gently takes the stick from her grasp and nudges it against her closed lips.
"Open up, my darling," he whispers, his eyes fixed on her lips, his own a shade darker than his usual honey eyes. His vision was clouded by the combination of the dark night and his dark thoughts. He closely observes her as she parts her lips before placing the brown end of the stick between her soft lips and smiling at her as if he is proud of her.
The glint of satisfaction in his eyes definitely tugged at her heartstrings. She wanted to see it glint like that again.
The sound of his fingers flickering at the lighter drew her attention, and he could see how her innocent eyes focused intently on his fingers. He smirks at the thought of his fingers being in her instead of the plastic igniter. Her innocence being in his hands. Taking it and savoring every single moment of it.
His heart thumps a little faster as he lights the ends of her stick, his cock moves eagerly in his pants trying to get out, to touch her, at the image of her soft features doing something so... debauched for someone like her. He was aware that this was her first time smoking, it was so obvious, and he liked the idea of him being present for something she was doing for the first time. His adorable little bunny. He'd like to help her on a few of her first times.
As he watches her struggle to get the hang of inhaling and exhaling with the stick, he can't help but wonder how he can get her to himself. Will she even be willing to?
He smirks at the prospect of already having a solution to her potential noncompliance.
âDoes your mother know you smoke, bunny?â
The way her eyes widened like saucers told him he'd hit a nerve.
And as if luck was on his side, her motherâs car came into view.
He watched as his little bunny panicked, unsure of what to do. He was entertained and captivated by her innocent antics until he finally decided to put her out of her misery.
He takes her cigarette from her and places it between his lips, his pants tightening as he tastes her on the stick.
Oh, sheâll be the death of me.
Her mother parks and exits the car with a smile that he can't bear now that he's getting a taste of her lips on the stick between his teeth. Not when heâs seen his bunnyâs face up close.
Her mother greets both of them before entering the house without saying anything to either of them, and this is when he decides to set things straight.
He looks at her beautiful face, which is looking back at him as if he's a saint, and he almost feels himself about to cum at the image of her trusting face.
She trusts him.
But heâs far from being a saint.
He smiles at her before placing a broad palm on her thigh, spreading it so his pinky slides closer to her heat, her racing breaths hitting his neck as he leans in closer to her face. The smell of cigarettes on her breath could be his new favorite scent.
A reminder of his taint on her. One of many that will follow soon enough.
His free hand reaches for the back of her neck so she can't pull away just as he places his lips on hers, his lips curling at the little sound coming out of hers that he eagerly swallowed, his tongue invading the inside her mouth. He takes pride in the way her stiff form began to sag against him, and he tries not to shove his hand up her skirt so he doesn't scare his innocent little bunny any further.
Instead, he pulls away, smirking at his bunny's attempt to chase his lips.
âYou owe me a lot, bunny.â
He steals one quick kiss before standing up and tossing the cigarette butt on the floor and stomping on it.
âIâll collect it from you later.â
As he looks down on her, he caresses her face, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip before pulling away and smiling at her.
The sound of the door closing brings her out of her reverie, the reality of what has transpired finally sinking in.
How exactly was she going to pay him?
Better yet,
How did he want her to pay him?
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a/n: i wanna make this a thing where i just write drabbles or oneshots of pure horny (or wholesome idk) thoughts ft. momâs!boyfriend!marizio who is a dark character and innocent/naive reader đâđŒjoin me in this journey guys
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summary: salesman obsessing over a clientâs daughter
warnings: 18+, darkish fic, manipulation, smut, breeding kink, creampie, jealous salesman, lil bit of praise kink
word count: 2.2k
a/n: new salesman fic who dis? @crappedoutlungsâ i drickin love you always and forever please never drop my ass in the dirt/thank you for proofreading. also this was a praise kink and jealous salesman request but idk if i did this right so i apologize in advance
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The salesman has been keeping an eye on you. Youâve been trying to solve the case like a cute little detective since your father went missing because no one else was willing to help you.
Who would when the man youâre trying to look for has been in trouble for more than ten fingers can count. With the amount of time heâs spent in and out of prison, your father has clearly made a name for himself among the cops. Everyone at the station is aware of the bad people your father has been working with. Your fatherâs debts, which he continues to avoid. It was inevitable for him to cross the wrong person, and it appears that he has already done so.
Who would help such a man?Â
The salesman did. He gave him one of those call cards for the infamous game after he slapped him a bunch of times, secretly enjoying it.
summary: a young woman finds herself being cut off from her fatherâs earnings after an accident which pushes her into the hands of a certain man who takes a liking to her.
warnings: 18+, dark fic, noncon/dubcon, innocent!reader, naive!reader, brat reader, dark!salesman, yandere, age gap but reader is of age, obsession, stalking, injured reader, smut, d/s, ddlg-ish, daddy kink, virgin!reader, porn with little plot kind of, crybaby!reader, dacryphilia, manipultion?, breeding kink kind of, creampie, confusing narration, possible mistakes and typos
word count: 5.4k
a/n: endless thanks to @crappedoutlungsâ for never getting tired of proofreading my shit
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She couldnât believe what was happening to her. Her father would take drastic measures to punish her for one simple mistake, such as canceling all of her credit cards?
Itâs not like she purposely crashed the new Mercedes. It was an accident, and instead of being concerned about her health, they decided to renounce her? She couldnât even walk in a straight line, and theyâre throwing her out?
âWeâre not making you leave, sweetie. Weâre simply closing all of your accounts until you realize how valuable all this is. You canât just buy a car and then crash it after three days,â her father explains but it goes straight out her other ear.
She cries in pain as she rises from her bed, slapping her fatherâs hand away as he tries to assist her.
âYouâre acting as if I purposely crashed it! It wasnât my fault at all, daddy! Iâm in pain! Why canât you see that? My leg is completely messed up!â She bounces around, clinging to her father, hoping for his pity once more. In hopes that heâll reverse the freezing of her bank accounts.
Iâve forgotten to exist the past months, how is life in your world? Iâm still in college suffering and questioning my future. I want to do archeology but my school doesnât offer a degree in it so Iâm majoring in history on the advice of my advisor and parents. I was thinking of going back to school once I graduate to get a second degree in archeology or anthropology (at a diff place). But I just canât picture going through another four years. I love archeology and want to do something with it so badly but I donât think I can do four more years of school. Sorry for yammering on :,). I hope things are well in your life and youâre happy and surrounded by friends, good food, and furry animals :)
I too forgot to exist
Yap all you can babes! Itâs a safe space! This reply is quite late and I hope everything went well with you. Whether you took up archeology or not, I hope you are happy with the turnout.
Life is going to life and if it gets tough, youâll have friends and family to support you! xx
Im here for you provided i dont forget to exist again
Hey my previous account got deleted by tumblr because this guy whoâs been stalking me kept reporting it after I rejected him. I cried for like 3 hours but what can you do? So this is my new account after everythingâs been deleted. Hopefully thisâll stay.
I'll never stop reading your "just relax" fic. It's one of my favorites ever and never fails to make me s w e a t. I really need to start working through your masterlist soon đ wishing you a good day x
summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have
pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader
warnings: none?
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Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ariâs bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom.Â
It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldnât imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys youâve previously been with.Â
You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them.Â
The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.
Bzz-bzz
Ignore.Â
Bzz-bzz
Ignore.
Bzz-bzz
Okay, what the hell?
You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it.Â
Joy ;)
âMeet you in the parking lot after? My place?
âIâll wear the special panties with your number on them
You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?
What. The. Fuck.Â
You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive.Â
âWhy is my phone in your hand?â
Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes canât really help to worship the droplets over his chest.Â
âWhoâs Joy?â You push out the question.Â
You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. âNone of your business, why are you snooping aroundâ
You scoff, âI wasnât snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Whoâs Joy?â you question again, annoyed at the way heâs avoiding your question.Â
âI donât appreciate you looking through my phone. And sheâs none of your fucking buisness, so drop itâ
You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest.Â
âYouâre having sex with other people?â you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping itâs all a misunderstanding.Â
âAnd if I am? Weâre just fucking around too. Are we not?â
Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of thisâŠrelationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though heâs never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.
Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way heâd always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way youâre always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on.Â
Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes.Â
âAre you being serious right now?â
Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.
âY/n, I donât understand why youâre upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.â
That stings.Â
âYou really donât see it, do you?â You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes.Â
âI donât.âÂ
âFuck you, Ari.â You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. âHave fun with Joy.â You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario.Â
You shove your way past Ariâs confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, âIâm not understanding what the big deal is? Youâre telling me you havenât been sleeping around.âÂ
You remove your elbow from his grasp, âNo. I havenât. And if I did, Iâd at least have the decency to let you know.â And with that, youâre out of the room.Â
Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing.Â
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âYouâre a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?ââ Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies.Â
âRan,â Steve interrupts the way Ransom isnât helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. âNow isnât the time.â
Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television.Â
âI hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.â Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.
âWell what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what Iâm missing?â
âShe likes you, Levinson.â Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didnât need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He wouldâve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment
Ari doesnât mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. Heâs admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. Heâs seen the guys youâve dated before and they were the complete opposite.Â
Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldnât do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because itâs fun. They were guys who any mother would love.
Fuck. He canât believe this, thereâs no way.Â
âWhatââÂ
âDude, you canât be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,â Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. âThe sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.âÂ
âI think what Ransom is trying to say is: thereâs a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and Iâm pretty sure her getting offended that youâre sleeping with other people is a big one.â Steve says.Â
âFuck.â Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.
âHow would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?â Sam asks.Â
âLivid.âÂ
Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ariâs face. âThere you go.âÂ
âFuck. Sheâs not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?âÂ
âGive her time to cool. If anything, maybe sheâll be at the game?â Steve offers.
âMaybe,â Ari mutters.
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But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.
And then Saturday rolled aroundâŠ
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âHow long have you been into hockey? Iâd never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terribleââÂ
âItâs okay, Jake.â You laugh. âNot until this year, youâre right Iâm not really into sports at all. What about you?â
âI really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,â he smiles at the memories.Â
âThatâs really sweet,â you smile back, placing your hand over his.Â
Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends.Â
When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldnât find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike.Â
Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You wouldâve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you werenât wearing his jersey like you usually do.Â
You havenât spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus.Â
âHave youââ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the schoolâs players.Â
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Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but itâs hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you werenât seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink.Â
But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game.Â
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âLadies and gentlemen, itâs time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!âÂ
Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.
The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.
They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.
He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron.Â
The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.
Heâs livid. Youâve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy.Â
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âYou know what you gotta do,â teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.
In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesnât want to make her uncomfortable.Â
âCâmon folks!â
You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up.Â
The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, âhey!â His voice booms. âBack the fuck off my girl!âÂ
âWhatâ who is he?â Jakeâs eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him.Â
âAn asshole who doesnât know what he wants.â You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jakeâs cheek.Â
You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though youâre about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes.Â
âIâm really sorry about that, Jake.âÂ
âItâs nothing, don't worry.â He smiles, âDo you want popcorn or anything?â
âSour patch kids, if thatâs alright.â
âNo problem.â
You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission.Â
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Ari đđŠ
âMeet me outside the locker room
âPlease?
You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jakeâs attention.Â
âIâm really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.â
Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, âIâm gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that âasshole who doesnât know what he wantsâ?â
âUnfortunately,â you smile ruefully.Â
âOkay,â he nods his head. âI hope everything goes well. Iâll see you around?âÂ
âDefinitely,â you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari.Â
You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ariâs teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of whatâs gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin.Â
âThe locker is all cleared out, heâs in there waiting for you.âÂ
âThanks, Steve.â
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âAri?â You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.
He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvinâs; heâs shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder.Â
You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him.Â
âHey,â he sends a small smile, making his way towards you.Â
âWaitââ you interrupt, âWe cannot have this conversation if youâre shirtless.â
He wonât argue, but he does as youâve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you.Â
You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two.Â
âI see youâre not wearing your jersey?âÂ
The audacity of men will always surprise you.
âYour jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?âÂ
âYouâre rightâŠâ warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you wonât retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. âIâm really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.â
âWhat you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spitefulâ and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.â
âIt wasnât for nothinâ and the douche will be fine.â He staggers at the fire in your eyes. âSorry, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âThat seems to be the only thing you can say,â you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. âAre you really sleeping with other people?â
He notices how small your voice is as you ask.Â
He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. âI was.âÂ
You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall.Â
Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. âWas. I was. Listen, I havenât slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you canât be mad at me for it. Weâve never made anything official, baby.âÂ
âDo you even care about me? At all.âÂ
It feels vulnerable and desirous, but youâre unsure how you can continue without asking.Â
âWhat? Did tonight not show you that?âÂ
You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start.Â
Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones.Â
âI love you.â
Your breath picks up at his admission.Â
âItâs been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I havenât slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didnât think I could tell you because.. Iâm just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. Iâm rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise Iâve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I donât want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.âÂ
You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt.Â
He lags at first before his brain catches up and heâs kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before heâs slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him.Â
Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur.Â
âI love you too.â
He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man.Â
You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look.Â
âBut Iâm still really pissed at you and Iâm not letting you off easy.â
âEven if I ask you to be my girlfriend?â He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek.Â
âEven then,â you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. âAnd thatâs a yes.âÂ
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a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared
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