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it's a sin
┕━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┙"you know, you're pretty hot when you're angry."
"yeah, actually, i do," i smirked, grating cheese over the pizzas i'd just made, about to shove them in the oven.
"it wasn't a questio—"
"don't like my answer?" i beamed cheekily, taking a seat opposite him across the breakfast bar.
"confidence is also very attractive," he flirted, pinching a bit of the cheese that had been left on the island.
"right, so you won't mind me asking what's all this with jordon, yeah? he somehow thinks we've slept together, i hardly kissed ya cheek."
cory's cheeks flared up, and i smirked as i also nabbed a bit of fallen cheese. "it wasn't like that."
"bloody hope not, else i'll stop being your personal chef! am only teasin you anyways," i shoved him, before an idea popped into my head. "want a glass of water?" i said, standing up. the flour bag was still out, sitting next to the sink.
"nah, i'm alright babe."
"don't get too brave," i snorted, before turning around rapidly and flinging and handful of flour in his direction, giggling like crazy as it felt like time stood still as it landed all over his face and shirt.
"oh, you're in for it now!" he shouted, chasing after me. we ended up racing through the entire house until eventually we both flopped onto my bed, out of breath. well, i was out of breath, he wasn't. sports and shit.
"in for it, eh, you hardly touched me," i snickered, all too comfortably burying my head in his chest.
"yeah?" cory asked, wrapping his arm around me.
"yeah."
"right," as he chuckled, i felt his chest moving up and down underneath my head, causing me to try and fight the smile coming onto my face. "well then," before i knew it he was tickling me and my whole body was on fire as i squirmed in his arms, there was nowhere to go, i was trapped.
"stop, it," i squealed in between tickles, wiggling around so much i'd somehow landed on top of him.
"only if you kiss me."
it came out of nowhere. i stopped squirming as i looked into his eyes, his dark eyelashes, his stupidly attractive face, his smirking lips. i was just about to lean in when —
"something smells nice, cielo, what's cooking?" my dads hybrid of an accent was echoing through the house.
"chello?" cory asked, saying my name the way my dad had pronounced it, looking up at me all confused. "you've said its see-ell-oh a million times."
"the english way to say it is cielo, dumbo, my dads italian. fuck," i whispered, still somewhat sat on top of this boy that my dad would most definitely freak out if he saw.
"you need me to hide?" cory whispered, concerned.
"no, no," i sighed. "it's not that. well i guess it is that. but my bloody hairs pink."
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it's a sin - years&years
/ pet shop boys
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hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE
Fanfiction❛cause you and me are hellbound, ain't we?❜ 𝙊𝙍 ❛if i go to jail tonight, promise you'll pay my bail?❜ started: early hours of sat, 27th feb, 2021