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vizzzashley · 3 months

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Goodbye, my beloved 'friends'.

"Why can't you stop being annoying and just agree? ", snapped Rose. It's always like that, everybody taking me for granted and not giving a fuck. And sometimes it just hurts so bad. I want to scream and fight but I am too much of a people pleaser to do that. Too scared. Too afraid that I will ruin everything.

"I just don't want to go" I said calmly and continued to write my assignments. We were at Rose's place and I didn't want to cause a scene. And what good will it be anyway. It's not like they care if I am upset.

Rose slammed her books shut which made Lea flinch and look at her, while I avoided even looking up, my hair falling like curtain around my face, biting my lip I anticipated what she had to say next. Bet it would be something that will hurt me.

"Can you stop being selfish? We always adjust. And here you are, don't even have a pathetic excuse. You are just hurting us right now. Can't you see it?" Rose yelled out at me. I still didn't want to meet their eyes. I didn't want them to look into my eyes and think I am acting like I am the victim by showing how hurt I am.

"Rose, calm down. There's no reason to yell" Said Lea gently to Rose. Rose just huffed and pushed the books away from her in anger. Lea turned to me, placing her hand on top of mine, with which I was writing, ultimately stopping me from continue my writing.

"Why don't you want to come? Because it's last minute? Come on we all know your mom's chill. She won't even be mad. It will be fun. We will eat your favorite food. Come on" Lea tried to convince me.

But it wasn't my mom, it wasn't because it was last minute, it's not anything, if anything it's........... it's me. I am the problem. I am maybe too selfish, or maybe not. I don't even know anymore. I just want to go home now. I want to lock myself in my room. I want to get out of here.

"Mom said to be home in an hour, I need to go" I said making up some flimsy excuse that wasn't even believable to my own fucking ears. I started shoving my things inside my bag hurriedly. My words just seemed to anger Rose as she shouted, "What the fuck?"

My heart leaving me for a second then all of a sudden started beating at the speed of light. Somehow, Rose's mother who was in the kitchen heard this and decided to check on us, knocking then poking her head. "You girls good? "

" Yeah, aunty we were just having a disagreement about an idea for the project" Explained Lea. Rose's mom just nodded and advised us to not fight over small things and left to do whatever she was doing. All the while Rose was just glaring daggers at me, if looks had the power to kill, I would be six feet under, I swear.

Lea sighed and looked at us both and finally her gaze settled on me, " Why can't you just come? If you would just say yes then we wouldn't even have to argue like this " And somehow, I felt my heart sink deeper. Was it my fault? Wasn't it always, though. But, why is it my fault? Why everything is always my fault? Why does everyone make me feel so useless? So guilty? Am I that bad?

"I-I can't" I tried to stop the crack in my voice but I couldn't. Great, now I can't even fucking control my emotions. "Are you crying? " Rose asked, but more like demanded an answer from me than asking. When I didn't respond, she grabbed my chin and made me look at her, the first eye contact I made since I entered her home. " Now, why the fuck are you crying! "Lea asked her tone told me she was done with this. She's tired of me. She thought the same as Rose. She thinks the 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦.

"Now, she's playing the victim. What a drama queen!!" Rose scoffed and even though it's something I saw coming, I couldn't help but break more. Lea just shook her head. They were close for sure. Closer than I was to any one of them. Because there's always a duo in a trio. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙.

"I am sorry" I stood up and tried to move towards the door but Lea was quick and blocked me. " You are not going till you tell me why you are acting like a fucking dr-" She cut herself off, knowing that would just make things worse. She sighed and apologised but still didn't move.

"I don't think you want to know how I exactly feel" I told her quietly staring at her green eyes. We met because of her eyes. I thought they were beautiful. But maybe she was not as beautiful as she looks. Am I being too much?

"You don't even care, then why bother? " I told her with a deadpanned voice and expression which of course neither of them were expecting. Lea took a step back and Rose moved to stand beside Lea with her hands on her hips, clearly angry about the situation.

"Care to explain? " Said Lea, with furrowed eyebrows and confusion written on her face. I scoffed, I was done with this shit. "You guys are just my friends out of pity" I stated while looking at Rose, she was clearly startled. "Wha-" Rose began but I cut her off. " No listen , you wanted to know now listen"

I took a deep breath in and then started. "You two never liked me, you were my friends because you felt pity. Pity that I was a loner which I didn't mind honestly. It was better than feeling left out after I thought that I finally had friends. Then you met my mom who expressed how 'miserable' I was because I was always home after school. You guys are- sorry were my friends because you wanted the benefit it came with not because you liked me. It gave you guys a good name that you befriended a loner. I heard you guys talking with your 'popular' friends. You guys always have something going on and I am just there. Just there till you finally get tired and get rid of me then victimize yourself after."

I didn't bother to look at them and made my way towards the door. My hand touched the door knob to open it but before I opened it, I turned towards my friends to see them watching me with a expression that says 'caught in 4k' and told them " Thank you so much for making my simple life miserable and complicated".

I know by tomorrow, that somehow I would be the villain. That I would be the bad guy. Heck, even my mom might scold me for ruining the beautiful 'friendship'.

There are so many things that they did me wrong but I can't tell them all of it without breaking down. I might never be able to tell anyone the humiliation and embarrassment they made me feel. I might never be able to tell anyone of the things I had to go through. I might never be able experience normal friendship because of them. But for now I just need to leave them behind for good. I don't need them. Even if I graduate high school with no friends, it's okay. I don't need them, anyways. I wiped the tears that were falling as I walked out Rose's home. Goodbye, my beloved '𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨'.

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vizzzashley · 5 months

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Hello, stranger. If you are following me and waiting for me to post my writings I am sorry to inform you that I won't be posting for a couple of months and would be offline. To be exact I won't be posting till march 2024. There are some stuff that I am trying to get over with.

Thankyou so much, for the love. I love that people like my writing.

Till then, Be safe and Be happy.

--- Ashley

P. S: I don't know if you want to hear this but..... Everything will be alright. Stay strong.

#announcement #apology #thank you #thanks for the love #sorry #be safe #everything will be okay

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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Dream

Warning: just some fluff.

Summary: You have husband and gave birth to your son 4 months ago. A glimpse into your happy life and an insight about how happy you are.

It was so peaceful. A song, whose name you didn't know, was playing softly in the background.

You heard some laughter from the living room, which made your lips twitch upwards into a small, unknowing smile. You felt your heart constrict with love.

You added the sauce in the pasta, mixing it. Cooking your comfort food, which later became his comfort food and maybe soon someone else's too.

You felt arms circling around your waist and a weight on your shoulder. You touched the said arms around your waist and smiled.

"Hello beautiful" Your smile just widened listening to the sweet voice. "Harry" You turned the stove off and turned in his embrace.

You looked up at his face to see him looking at you with those eyes. Eyes filled with adoration,love and some disbelief.

" What? " You asked, with your cheeks lightly heating up from the way he was looking at you. "What what? " He questioned back in a whisper, with that stupid grin that you can't help but fall more for. " Why are you looking at me like that? " It came out as a chuckle than anything more. And if possible his smile widened a bit more. He continued to stare a bit longer and then leaned in and brushed your noses together, which made you giggle.

"I still can't believe it's real and not in my mind or a dream that I am gonna wake up from any moment. I just can't believe it. " He confessed with a shaky voice as if too scared that this indeed is a dream. "You better believe it mister, because now it's too late to go back." You said with a playful sterness, which apparently was too funny for him as he bursted out laughing and buried his face in your neck.

Suddenly you both stopped your antics as you heard cries from the living room. "Seems like your son is jealous" Harry muttered to you as he went towards the living room to bring him where you were.

You quickly plated dinner for both, you and Harry and were in the process of cleaning the countertop, when Harry called out to you. " Can you stop doing chores for a moment lady?. Leave something to do for me too"

"Shut up, you work your bum off in the office already and then come home tired." You responded back as you adjusted the high chair at the dining table for your son.

"You work your bum off at home too. And to top it all off you gave birth to a life. And feed the said life from your body. You should not be doing too much" Harry argued back.

Before you could say something back to Harry, your son started fussing in his arms. And you both just stared at your son for a moment, wondering what he is trying to do, before he broke and started wailing. Harry panicked and looked at you, and rushed out "I just changed his diaper, I swear. What's wrong with him? " You laughed and took your son from his arms. As soon as he was in your hold, he started groping your chest while still making a fuss. As Harry saw that realization dawned upon him," You haven't fed him yet? " Harry questioned.

"I tried Harry but he was just not hungry at that time and wouldn't drink any milk" You answered in a calm voice. You settled in the chair with your 4 month old and started feeding him. Harry sat beside you and looked at his son with a smile, " Can you believe we made him? " He looked at you and all you could see was how love filled he looked. You didn't know this level of happiness could be experienced but here you are both, looking at each other, like you both had the world with you.

You did not respond to him, you just placed a hand on his cheek, the other holding your son. Urging Harry to lean forward and kissing him with everything you had. Because you wanted him to know how much this all meant for you.

You both broke the kiss when you felt the extreme need to breathe. Your foreheads touching,breathing each other in. You both looked down when you saw your son gurgle on your chest and looking at you both, still latched and drinking milk from you.

"He really doesn't like to share" Harry muttered with furrowed brows , looking at your son. It just cracked you up. " Oh honey, I guess like father, like son" You said with a cheeky grin on your face. "That's good then, just like me. I could live with that" Harry said like a kid who just won a candy.

Oh good God, let it not be a dream because heck you were living one. With Harry by your side, cracking lame jokes and your son. You had everything you wished for. A family, someone who loves you like you are the only person in this entire universe even when you look like shit, a place to call home, a place where your son will take his first steps and maybe someday his siblings too. Making memories that will last forever.

"Even if it's a dream, let's not wake up, honey" You quietly said to Harry leaning against him, looking at your son in your arms. "Deal, darling. Let's not wake up" He said back to you with the same tone as you.

He did not need anything more than this, his world was in his arms, leaning against him and in her arms, a symbol of their love, which they both created and somehow can't stop loving it.

You were ready to live the dream, the one you dreamt of when you were a teenager, when you didn't know Harry, when you didn't know you could be this happy. So, now indeed it's time to live that 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢.

#harry #husband imagines #boyfriend imagines #happy #content #son #fluff #loving husband #love #world #x reader #crackheads in love #mom reader #breastfeeding #dream #living in a dream

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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Angel for the devil

Warnings: sexual themes, overstimulation, hot boyfriend alert, Russian bf, mafia boyfriend, mentions of killing, possessive a bit.

Summary: your Russian mafia boyfriend had a rough day and asks for your help to forget about it.

"Моя любовь" , his deep voice, whispers gently, while stroking your cheek. Your skin soft and delicate , contrasting to his rough hand that strokes your cheek.

(My love)

You stir in your sleep. And slowly open your eyes. Your mind was hazy and cloudy, not at all functioning. Your mind which constantly races, was blank at that moment. You mumble with your hoarse voice, " Luke". The only thing, your drunk on sleep mind registered was his face and his gentle touch.

He didn't mean to wake you up. He just wanted to see you. After a rough day, and exhausted, you were the one who kept him sane. You were always able to calm him down. He didn't even need to touch you, just looking at you he felt good, in fact perfect. If you are there, everything was okay.

"извини , did I wake you up? ". He asked his voice guilty. You sat up in the bed that you two shared, his hand leaving your face. And you looked at him properly after rubbing off the sleep in your eyes. God, did he drive you crazy. Looking at you with those puppy eyes,which screamed I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I MIGHT EXPLODE. And God his voice, his voice alone could get you off. And damn he wasn't wearing a shirt, only in his grey sweatpants, seating there with a love struck look. He will be the death of you. And it's not an exaggeration.

(Sorry)

"Are you okay? ", you asked while reaching for his hand and holding it. His hand was rough and also a bit cold. " Yeah, just missed you", he answered. You knew what was his job. When you first knew, you ran away from him, blocked him, and made sure he couldn't reach you. And then you broke down. Because you had fallen for his stoic and emotionless face, and the heart that people say was made out of stone. Oh how your thoughts contradicted others. How you thought he was the most sweet, caring and loving person.

You fell for him when you first laid eyes on him, when he stepped out of his luxurious car that you didn't even know the brand of (you didn't know lot about cars) and weaved through the streets to enter the shop you were working at. God you were shaking.

"Had a hard day?" You never asked about his work, being scared to death about it. He solemnly nodded while rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand. Your other hand that was not holding his, went to touch his face and stroked his cheek. He immediately leaned into your touch and closed his eyes.

"Make me forget about it" Your heart broke for him. You never understood why he does what he does. There's a lot of secrets about his past. He only ever talked about his mom. And God his mom might be the kindest and most beautiful person in the earth, by the way he talks about her. And you always seemed to wonder about his dad, you even asked him once but the way his emotions took a 360 degrees turn from being happy to murderous, you were scared to bring it up again. While there were so many pictures of his mom around the house, he had none of his dad. And the way the old chef lady, Diane, told you to not to talk about it to anyone else or you will be killed, made you understand how sore the subject was.

You pulled him into you and kissed him with all the love you had and he seemed to soak it all up. Needing the comfort of your touch, needing the assurance of your love and your existence, to know that you are indeed real and not a fragment of his imagination. He gently pushed you back on the bed and hovered over you without breaking the kiss.

"Я тебя люблю" You uttered the only thing you know how to speak in Russian. And he stilled for a second, not believing the words you just said. Then he kissed you again but this time with more assertion and love, if it was even possible. The love he felt inside him for you was unbearable and he wanted to show you, he needed to show you, how he loved you or he would go crazy. It was not the first time you said those words. But each time you uttered them, he would freeze in extreme shock and disbelief. Because how could someone like you could love someone like him.

(I love you)

He broke the kiss and you panted. But he didn't seem to be in need of air as he went to your jaw then your neck, not even taking a minute to breathe and continued to kiss you. He nibbled the skin on your neck that was so sensitive that you didn't even let anyone touch you there.

He knew you were sensitive there and not so surprisingly it was his favorite spot to kiss you and give you a hickey. You gasped as he continued his assault. It was getting hard to not make any noises.

He started to unbutton your (his) shirt. "ебать" He cursed under his breath as he saw you were not wearing a bra, your naked form gracing his eyes. "I am going to worship every inch of you" He all but growled. And you moaned. It was hard not to, the way his deep and thick voice, got even deeper and the determination in his eyes, the lust, everything is just over the top. It felt like you were high and dang it you were. You were high on him, of his touches.

(Fuck)

He kissed your chests, then slowly trailing his kisses till he reached your nipple. He made eye contact with you before he attaching his mouth with your bust, sucking gently while his hands roamed your body, mesmerising it. You threw your head back and whined,gripping the sheets, it felt good but you needed more. And your sounds just encouraged him as he started sucking it harder as one of his hands went to the other bud playing with it. You threw your head back while moaning his name, " Luke".

He switched and started sucking your other bud and the hand that was playing with your bud went down and under your panties. He ghosted his hands over your clit, barely touching it which made your hips buck. He knew how you craved his touch, how crazy you got for him. He also knows how to torture you with his touches before finally giving you what you wanted.

You cried out when he finally started rubbing your clit in circles, applying the right amount of pressure while still sucking your nipple. You were soaked, your juices coated his hand which made him groan and the vibration straight up went to your core, oozing more arousal out of you. "Бля, принцесса, you drive me crazy". He said as he finally released your nipple, which were now a bit sore due to all the biting and sucking. He looked in your eyes and saw the lust, need and love, swirling in your eyes. " Do you see, how wet you are already" He said as he brought the hands covered in your arousal to your face. You grabbed his wrist and bought his hand near your mouth, sucking his fingers which were coverd in your arousal, tasting yourself. He groaned looking at you, spread out for him in the bed and sucking off your own arousal from his fingers.

(Fuck, princess)

"Luke" You panted. "I need you, inside me, now" Your voice held urgency. And he lost it, hearing your neediness and your want of him. Quickly discarding his sweatpants, he hovered over you once again. " Do you want this? " He questioned, begging with his eyes for your approval. You didn't understand why he even bothered to ask. You were putty in his touch. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you. "Please, fuck me" You begged in his ear, your voice whiny.

He thrust into you in one quick motion, that had you throwing your head back and gasping. He moaned into your ear, your walls warm and tight, taking him well. "ты такая узкая принцесса" He whispered in your ear. In response you just moaned his name, " Luke".

(You are so tight princess)

He slowly started moving, so as to not to hurt you. God you were so tight. It took everything in him to hold back. All he wanted to do was slam in to you fast and rough. He looked down to see him entering you, your pussy engulfing him, swallowing his cock. He threw his head back and made a noise which was between a growl and a groan. He wanted to fucking ruin you. Your gasps and moans, music to his ears.

One of his hand roaming all over your body, exploring every inch of you, every inch of his property. While one of his hand held both of your wrist above your head. You needed more, more of him.

"Luke faster" You cried out. And that's all he needed, to loose control and show you just how far crazy he got, all because of you. He was the devil in disguise, just waiting for the right moment to pounce at you. He will kill anyone who lays hands on you or even looks at you with a suggestive glance. You were his angel, only his. For you he would burn down the world, kill anyone. Because you were 𝙝𝙞𝙨 angel.

His pace fast, sharp and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. You were so loud, you couldn't even register anything else other than him, his body slamming into you, his praises and groans.

"ты так добр ко мне, дорогая" He whispered in your ear. "так мило и приятно. быть таким добрым и позволить мне использовать тебя. заставляя меня забыть о моем плохом дне. так хорошо, дорогая. Ты слишком хорош." He continued, his praises mixing with his groans. He was the devil. And you always crumbled in front of him.

(So sweet and nice. Being so kind and letting me use you. Making me forget about my bad day. So good darling. You are too good)

"Luke" You moaned so loudly, that Luke was sure that the voice could be heard all over his vast property. He knew you were close, by the way your nails were scratching his back, the way you were squirming beneath him, your walls clenching on him tightly. "I know sweetheart, I know" He groaned, his breathe fanning over your neck, making you go feral. " Luke" You cried again, louder than last time.

"Let go for me, darling" He whispered in your ear and then kissing the shell of it. His thrusts all but became more brutal, on of his hand rubbing your clit in circles, making you come down in no time. You mind blank, everything blacked for a second and your breathes were heavy. Your mind was chanting only one thing and that was his name.

Luke stilled inside you, for you to catch your breath, and then he saw you looking at him with a small smile and strated to thrust again, slow at first, but slowly gaining momentum. Your eyes widen and you gasped. You squirmed under him. You were overstimulated. Tears prickling at your eyes because of the intense pleasure. It felt good and bad at the same time. And the fact that you wanted him to continue, made your face heat up.

"We are far from done, princess", he groaned in your ear, wiping the tear that trailed from your eye to you cheek. Oh , it was going to be a long long night. And you were here for it. Because you were the '𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡' that was fucking you. And you were loving ever second of it.

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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I was in class, when I started thinking as to why can't I just live in a fantasy/fictional world ( I know why I can't). But then it suddenly struck me, what if I am living in some author's story, a fictional one. Does that make me a main character, or the side cast? Did the author gave me a happy ending? Or was it really sad? Did I end up getting what I wanted? Did I found love? Was I successful? Did my dreams come true?

Sigh

Again, it's all just imagination.

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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Goodbye but GOODBYES HURT LIKE BITCH

Warning: sad, breaking up, readers name mentioned as Ari, boyfriend trying to let down reader gently, reader basically is falling apart.

You can listen to either of these songs, if you feel like it, when reading.

"Well, I didn't expect it to end like this", my voice wobbled, hating the way I sound. I didn't want to show him just how much I am breaking. I didn't want him to know that he is reason that I am breaking.

" Ari", his voice so gentle, so full of pity. And I hated it, so much that I wanted to scream at him, hit him but also wanted to bury my face in his chest and cry. Just like all the times he let me cry in his arms and provided me all the comfort.

Now, thinking that I could not have that anymore, that whatever we had has ended, gave me shivers. My mind clouding with so many thoughts, so many what ifs. I was so used to him waking me up, him always taking care of me, him giving me massages when ever I was about to have a mental breakdown, always tucked in his arms before going to sleep, knowing that he will be there when I wake up, him buying me flowers every now and then, his hugs, his kisses. I was used to his entire being.

I knew I won't heal from this. Him leaving me, it feels like the end. And now as I gazed in his chocolate brown eyes that I fell in love with and would sit for hours just staring at them, were looking at me with something that I hated so much my entire life, pity, sympathy. That's what I was to him now, a pity.

I don't know why he wanted us to break up. We were great, we were a dream. We still 𝙖𝙧𝙚 a dream. He is not getting it. He needs me. He just doesn't know it.

"I am sorry", he whispered, taking a step towards me. " No! " You shook your head vigorously. "Stop" Your voice wobbled," You are just pranking me. " You said to somewhat convince yourself that this is not real. You don't know what before him was like, but you were so sure that there was no after him. You couldn't bear the thought of not seeing him ever again.

"Ari, please" His voice pleading, " Don't make this hard. We weren't meant to last. If I stayed, I will be just continuing to hurt the both of us. It's better if we part now. Please, understand Ari." His tone was ever so gentle and he was trying so hard to not make it hard for me. But that just intensified whatever I was feeling at the moment, bring tears to my eyes.

I collapsed on the floor, my legs not supporting my weight anymore. I knew it was coming down. I knew his feelings were fading. The spark once he felt was not there anymore. I knew all along but I just chose to ignore it. Thinking ignorance was bliss. In hopes that it was just a phase in the relationship he was going through. He was so close yet so far from me. And it was tearing me apart. I don't think I ever loved someone as much as I loved him. I don't know what I am going to do.

For the longest period of time, I thought he was mine. But turns out, I was just living in an illusion that I myself created. Now that my perfect little world was falling apart and he is standing there, watching me, not knowing what to do. I knew I had to do it, "Go" I whispered. Struggling so hard to even breath now, the tears just flowing like river. I felt his steps fading, I could hear from the floor of my bedroom where I am sitting, the sound of closing door. He was gone. And he took everything with him including a part of me. He scarred me. I will now never be able to love someone as much as I did him. And for some odd reason, despite all the hurt , I will never be able to hate him. For he was my light in the dark and no one ever be like him and replace him.

"𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚", I whispered to myself, knowing that this was at last the goodbye I always knew was coming but just chose to pretend to be oblivious. Because, goodbyes always hurt like bitch.

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vizzzashley · 7 months

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Indeed it's a Good Morning

Warning: fluff in the beginning, implied smut, make out session, being possesive, reader x imaginary boyfriend

"Hey", I said gently as I ran my hands over his face. He just grunted and shoved his face further into the pillow. I laughed, " You will suffocate", I tried to pull the blanket off of him but he just pulled me and had me caged under him, spooning me. "Sleep", he mumbled directly in my ear as if he thought that would make me stop from my mission.

I turned around , still in his arms, mind you he had me in a death grip. I rubbed his nose with mine, whispering, " Wake up, sleepy head", my breath hitting his mouth and his mine and his was stinky. Well, I would not be disturbing his sleep if it had not be urgent, and enjoy being in his arms, so warm, which made me feel things that I would never be able to describe. He himself told me before bed to wake him up. Apparently, he has some urgent stuff to do before he had to go to work. I never thought I would be someone's alarm clock.

Okay, now he was officially ignoring me. But I know how to wake him up. With a smirk on my face, I inched my face closer to his and if possible I shifted my body closer to him. I slowly captured his lips with mine and kissed him just the way that, he always said, drove him crazy. I felt him groan in the kiss. Yup, he woke up. Fully awake, no trace of sleep, none, nada.

How I knew that? You might say, "duh he opened his eyes, he groaned", but no. That's not how I knew. I was aware he was fully awake, when he flipped me on my back and started kissing me back with an intensity that made my toes curl.

One of his hand on my cheek, cupping it and the other holding him up. Our tongues entwined, him tilting my head just to kiss me deeper. He bought his body closer, his knees between by thighs, his hand that was cupping my cheek traveled down to my neck, his other hand landing on my left hip. Finally, breaking the kiss to breathe, I opened my eyes, which were shut tight the moment he flipped me on my back. And I was met with a pair of gray eyes gazing into mine with a hunger that almost made me whimper. His eyes were clouded, dazed and I was the reason. As I realized I was the reason behind the emotion swirling inside his eyes, something fluttered in my heart.

He placed his forehead against mine, his voice low, husky, deep and hoarse, "You drive me crazy, mi Amor", there it was agin, the flutter in my chest. " So, damn crazy", with his lips smashed on to me again, kissing me like I would vanish any second and this were his last moments with me. His hands travelling all over me like he was accessing his property. His hands were leaving tingles, a burning sensation behind. And I could very well feel the heat between my thighs. His lips slowly worked towards my jaw, my neck, nipping at my sensitive skin. I couldn't help but let out a moan. "That sound", he groaned into my neck, his lips making it's way to my collarbone.

I felt him adjust his hips against me. I could feel him throbbing even with all our clothes on, through his shorts. And I was the reason. It was all because of me. I was the one who made him go crazy and loose control. He moved his hips against my core, once. The movement alone enough to loose my sanity. My mouth hung open, no sound coming through even though I wanted to moan, moan so loud at the pleasure I just felt by him touching me.

He was watching my reaction intently, drinking everything up. His eyes holding a promise, a promise that he's going to fuck me till I loose my brains. He looked like he was hunting me and is going to consume me whole, as he took of his tshirt that hid all his muscles. All mine. All mine to touch, to kiss, to roam my hands around. But he didn't need to chase me, I was already his, crazy for his love, his touch, his muscles, those strong arms, his eyes, the symmetry of his face, his black hair which were never not a mess, most of all the way he cared and made me feel all fuzzy and giddy and behave like a attention crazy freak around him.

His lips came to me again. But before they could touch mine, he muttered, "Good morning, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮". Yeah, good morning indeed. And a long one too.

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