Pastel meets Tattoos // Muke

23. Little things

just saying but the chapter title is

perfect

also please read the A/N after this chapter because it requires all of you ppls help

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Michael Clifford

I blinked my eyes open to the bright sun seeping through the curtains. I grumbled slightly and gripped onto whatever I was holding, peering down and seeing my lovely princess fast asleep. I smiled softly and kissed his forehead lightly so he wouldn't wake up. He looked to adorable to awaken, but I was getting a bit bored so I decided to have a little fun with sleeping beauty. I nonchalantly pushed his body onto his back and gently straddled his waist, biting my lip. His lips were parted slightly and letting out adorable kitten like snores. I'm hoping for the reaction I want with those pretty little lips.

I slid my hands up under his shirt, sighing lovingly at he sight of his bruised yet still pale torso. I stooped down and kissed at his right nipple, keeping my eyes on him for any reaction whatsoever. I twirled my tongue around the nub and felt him squirm slightly beneath me. I grinned slightly and sucked his nipple into my mouth, munching and licking at it slowly. A small whimper escapes his mouth, his hands grasping at my shirt but he wasn't yet fully awake. I released his nipple and kissed my way towards his left one, giving it the same treatment as I caressed his velvety hips.

I smirked as his eyes shot open suddenly, a sharp gasp emitting from his mouth. "M-Michael?" He questioned, his voice high pitched and breathy. "Morning princess," I grinned cheekily and left stamps of wet kisses down the middle of his torso, sucking and nibbling along the way. "Fuck, yeah this is a better way to wake me up, Clifford," He groaned, his back arching off the bed with his nails digging into my exposed skin. I hummed and started forming a hickey at the top of his belly button, causing him to mewl out my name and squirm under my gaze.

"Luke would you like—Woah woah woah! Oh my goodness what did I do to deserve this!" I hear Ashton suddenly burst in and Luke pushed my away. "Ashton you fucking twat! Learn how to knock would you?!" He squeaked, pulling down his shirt, well my shirt, with his face going tomato red. "I'm out! Buh bye!" He exclaimed and slammed the door shut. I rolled my eyes and wiped my lips. "You're so cute when you're mad," I chuckled over at him and he curled away from me. "Oh princess c'mere," I cooed and pried his hands from himself and gently pull him onto my lap. "Hey sweetie," I smiled softly and he lifted his head up to look at me, his cheeks heated and flushed.

"Hi," He whispered shyly and I brought my hand up to his cheek, caressing his skin with my thumb. He leaned into my touch like he always did which I always found adorable because he resembled a kitten. I cooed softly and kissed his nose gently, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips. I started leaning in to kiss his lips but he turned his head away so I kissed his cheek instead. "Hey," I pouted and he prodded at his lips. "Morning breath," He hummed and scrambled off my lap, making me groan in protest as I tried to grab onto him but he was too fast for me, the bathroom door soon slamming shut behind him.

"Damn you, Luke!" I laughed out and ran a hand through my hair, laying back against his bed and smelling the sweet imprint Luke had left. Lilacs, strawberries, and a hint of vanilla as always. I giggled softly and licked over my lips slowly, sliding my hands behind the back of my head and staring up at the ceiling with a bright smile. Knowing that Luke and I can't stand a few days without each other is a bonus because it just proves how much we love each other. I bit back a smile and closed my eyes. Luke is all I ever wanted and I never want to loose him, which is a thing I'm mostly terrified of.

I shot up off the bed and knocked on the bathroom door but Luke had already opened it after my second lock, a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. I rolled my eyes playfully and got on my toes to kiss at his chin, sliding past him to retrieve my toothbrush. After our little toothbruh session that included many foamy kisses and high pitched giggles, I was now carrying Luke out of the bathroom, despite his protest on how he has his own legs to walk for himself.