“I’m sorry I made such a mess, I’ll try not to gag so much next time.”
He just finished fucking my mouth, and for whatever reason - perhaps the angle of his cock or his pace or my lack of sleep - there was a lot more gagging and drool this time. My chin was dripping, my eyes were watering, and there was a puddle on the floor in front of me, between his feet.
“Don’t apologize. I loved it.”
“Yeah? You don’t want me to work on my gag reflex?”
“Why would I want that?”
“So I can take you fully?”
“When you choke, your throat tightens up around my cock. You grab my thighs in panic but we both know you can’t go anywhere. It makes me feel like a fucking god. So no, I don’t want you to work on it.”
The heart details in the eyes were a last minute addition but I think it really adds the cutest touch. This grumpy love mush is the first of many Mushroom Buddies ✨🍄
Be ready to wake up covered in confetti and chocolates, because this turtle is going all out. And in if ya wanna be a lil dirty.
I ain’t talkin' low-key, I'm talkin heart-shaped pancakes, balloons, he has a playlist especially made for the 2 of you. Even going as far as to learn some sick moves from TikTok.
Your gift: sneaking into a skating rink for some lover's lane time. Scrapbook dedicated to you. Matching bracelets. He loves you so much his shell won't stop tightening.
"You're my favorite person in every universe."
He will go full genius boyfriend mode on you in a snap.
He ain't gon waste money on corny gifts, the dude is gonna build you something. Every movement of his fingers on this particular holiday, is for you.
Your gift: a Hologram projector with memories shared between you and him. I can see him coding a private digitl message that only you can unlock. Maybe a gadget that lights up in your favorite color when you hold it. Or he'll build you a motorcycle all your own.
He shows his love by paying close attention. Remembering every single detail. He'll blush and trip over his words, stammering about how he created the gadgets for you. You kiss him, he churrs.
"Happy Valentine's Day."
Per usual, he'll act like he doesn't care. Like the holiday is meaningless to him. When really behind that mean mug, he cares the most.
He will complain all day "It's just anotha stupid commercial holiday. A holiday people spend boo-koo cash on gifts that last 10 minutes." Only for him to show up on your balcony later on after patrol with a humongous bouquet of roses and lilies he could find, acting like it's no big deal.
"Here! Don't make it weird." He gruffs, blushing beneath those scales.
Your gifts: Leather Jacket with your name and his embroidered into it. Some expensive perfume? Where he get the 'boo-koo cash' for that?🤣🤣
His 'Happy Valentines Day' is dramatic. Possessive. But softer than he lets on as he whispers it in your ear.
Leader Man would plan ahead. Winging it isn't his thing so he'd be overthinking it for an entire week.
He'd wake you up gently, kissing your cheek,"Happy Valentine's Day, Love. I'm grateful for you." Not rushy. Not loud. But steady. Intentional. His eyes waking you up instantly to take him to town.
Your gifts: He'll cook for you. At least, try😂. But I see him gifting you a custom made tanto charm with your name and his engraved on it. His gifts are meaningful, but his best gift is showing you in action how much he loves you.
Like the ultra gentlemen he is, he will take your hand, kiss it then kiss you. Nuzzling your cheek, telling you how much you truly mean to him.
"I hope what I've done for you, tells exactly how I feel. You are my heart. I will cherish and protect you. Always."
Alright, I am redeeming myself with this one! All the sappy mushy stuff coming your way!
Confessions in the Rain
Zayne had to admit to himself that he was tired. He couldn't even remember how you had gotten to this point in the first place. It was like the universe had set you to forever misinterpret him. Yet there you stood, face red in anger and eyes watery from un-shed tears.
"Why don't you just admit you hate me already, Zayne? I don't understand how you could even say that to me. I'm doing the best I can." Ahh, there it was. A single tear had escaped your control and was rolling down your cheek.
He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. "Don't bother, I know when I'm not wanted. You've made that painfully clear. I'll look for another doctor!" You're almost shouting by the end of your words as you spin around and run from his office.
You run right past the nurse's station, ignoring them all staring at you. They'd never seen you anything but cheerful in the years you'd been coming. One of them even stood up hand reached out, but you're already gone.
The receptionist tries to stop you as well, but you don't hear her warning that it is pouring outside. You don't care. You have stopped paying attention to your surroundings. Eyes too blurry to see clearly anymore. Whether from rain or crying, you don't know.
As you're about to step into the parking lot, you miss the edge of the sidewalk and go sprawling to the ground. Scraping your palms in the process. You land with a grunt. Your palms are bleeding now, but still, you don't care. You sit up on your knees, crying harder.
You're still sitting there crying when splashing footsteps come in your direction, and your name is called. "Come on, get up off the ground. It's pouring out here. You could catch a cold or pneumonia." Zayne has come after you, of course he did. He had a reputation to maintain after all. "No!" You yell back at him, swatting his hands when he tries to help you stand.
"If I'm sooo much trouble, then don't bother anymore. I'm not your responsibility. Just go away!" You swat his hands again. "You silly girl," Zayne says. softly grasping your arms and forcing you to stand. He holds you to him. Not minding your squirming and attempts to push him away. His voice rumbles in your ear as he speaks again. "Why do you always misunderstand me? You've been like that since we were kids." You freeze at his words, tears still sliding down your cheeks and washed away by the rain.
"Wh-what?" Your voice is shaky from crying. "I have never cared that you cause me trouble, trouble me more. Turn my entire life upside down. I don't care, as long as it's you. Let me take care of you, I've always wanted to." He pauses for a breath. Zayne has never said so many heartfelt words to you before.
"I just wish that you would not take what I say the wrong way. I decided to become a cardiac surgeon for you. I wanted to find a cure for your heart condition. You are the drive behind my every action. Don't you know that yet?" You look up into his hazel eyes, burning with the intensity of his emotions.
"I'm always worried about you, you're job is so dangerous, but you disregard my worry and dive headlong into danger every day. I know I can't stop you or hold you back. Just don't push me away again." He's pleading now. Zayne has never, ever done that for anyone. You try to squash the feeling in your heart again. You have always suppressed your feelings, certain he would never return them.
"Why, why would you go so far for me? Is it because we're childhood friends?" Zayne closes his eyes and drops his head a long sigh coming from him.
"You're so silly. Why are you so silly. Fine, I'll spell it out for you then." He takes a breath, "because I love you." He looks into your eyes with finality. There is no way you could possibly misunderstand that.
Tears well up to your eyes again. "Y-you do??" Zayne gently grabs both sides of your face. He rubs circles on your cheeks with his thumbs as he stares into your eyes. "I've always loved you ever since we were children." He says quietly. You grab his tie and stand on your toes, pulling him down to your level before you can kiss him.
Zayne is surprised, his eyes going wide before he returns the kiss. After a minute, you pull back and smile. "I love you too."
You're both completely drenched by the rain, and the receptionist was standing in the entrance with a scolding look and towels. When you finally start back towards the hospital, she's fussing about how wet you both are and the water you're tracking across the floor.
She wastes no time throwing towels over both you and Zayne and ushering you into bathrooms to have a warm shower and put on dry clothes. Despite all this, you can't get the silly grin off your face. Your heart is elated, and you feel like you're soaring high above the storm clouds. You hope that you never come back down from this feeling.
