Pastels - A Lovers Romance

Toast

Morning sunbeams filtered though the kitchen blinds onto the marble counter top. Atti's unit was small and white, but it was comfortable. Atti's new pastel toaster and kettle sat nicely together, just how they liked it. It was a Saturday morning and Atti had just woken up out of bed staring into the lit kitchen. Atti's soft pink hair was fluffy and their cresent eyes were just starting to adjust to the brightness inside the living room. Their hourglass figure could barely be mapped from the large over sized shirt resting just mid thigh.
They stretched their arms into the air, and yawned. A little moaned escaped from their lips. Well that was a long night. Faint bruises littered Atti's body. Marks around their wrist and neck were peeking through their grey shirt. Having no partner meant Atti had more time to pleasure themself and could do what ever they pleased.

Lately Atti had been able to get off more frequently, they had been finding them self more and more aroused by the smallest if things. A simple slip of a wrong thought or glance at a spoon the wrong way could make Atti feel hot inside. The accidental imagination of slowly finger fucking themself on their own kitchen floor could easily keep the aroused,  surround by the soft comforting pastels.
Snapping back to reality, Atti shook their mind to brush away the little imagination  and walked over to make themself a piece of toast. They popped the toast down and went to go scroll on their phone. They slumped down onto their couch swiping through Instagram admiring their favorite fashion icons. Ever since a young age Atti had an admiration of the soft colour pink, and even the simplest things could make Atti smile. They were a wholesome soul, yet not so innocent.

They got their toast and settled back down on the couch consuming the hot bread. A faint blush painted their cheeks and they smiled. Gosh she's so pretty. Staring down at their phone, they admired the dolled up influencer. She wore black cat ears and thick eyeliner. She had on a black leather collar adorned with small spikes. Her cute smile had little fangs and her body was arched back to focus on her face and makeup. Atti could stare at her all day.
Atti's style developed at a young age when they became more attracted to the minority attractions of society such as pastels and ever so subtly sunk into more of the darker attractions of harnesses,  leads and testing their pain tolerance once in a while. Nevertheless, a simple sticker or a pretty flower would make their day, every little gem counted to them. Sadly middle school created a larger isolation from the rest of the kids with their own likings of cat ears and a  more wide sexual orientation. But it all changed when discovering there were other people on the internet with similar interests, where they discovered Killer_gh0st02, Max. She was a content creator and influencer that was known for her gaming and looks. Atti felt a ping in their heart when they saw her.

Atti's heart started racing staring at the photo. Slowly arching their back into the couch, they adjusted their legs feeling a slow rising heat in their lower body. They begin to trace their hand down their stomach, taking in the small electrifying heat. They opened their legs a little wider and slowly let out a small moan.
God imagine if Max saw me in a state like this.

A sudden knocking was heard at their door.
"You've got to me kidding me," Atti sighed having to get back to their desire another time,  peeling their body off the couch to walk to the front door.
It's so early what does this person want-
Atti swung open the grey door to reveal a tall woman. She stood a few inches taller than Atti, and had wavy brown hair with a pink racoon strip poking through. She had a thick hourglass figure wearing a tight sweater and thick Docs. Her eyes were stark with detailed eyeliner. Her face held a plesently patient look awaiting for Attis response.
Atti's heart skipped a beat.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Patting down their shirt and awkwardly they smiled back at the attractive woman.
She has the same- the hair omg- no. I'm dreaming. Yep. Couldn't be Max. No way in hell. C'mon Atti it's not her, you have nothing to worry about.

"HI there, I'm Max and I've just moved in next door." Max held out her hand awaiting for a shake. She smiled.

Atti simply couldn't believe it, and fainted.

Hello there!! Sorry for long starting chapter, I promise to make it more short next time %^%~