𝐅 𝐈 𝐅 𝐓 𝐘 ~ 𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄

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A T L A S

If I didn't stop this now, I would probably end up taking her on every damn surface of his fucking room.

I don't see the problem.

"We have to stop, love." I mumbled even though I continued to kiss her while she dominated the kiss. One of her hands was firmly tangled into my hair while the other was tracing over my arm and clinging on my biceps.

"Yeah?" Stella hums, bringing me closer to her by the minute and I wasn't sure how much of this I could take before I started relentlessly thrusting into her. She juts her hips up and rubs my tip against my entrance.

I try to pull away from her addicting lips, but she uses that as a chance to take us further into the kiss, taking my tongue into hers and making the kiss even more alluring. Is it bad that I want her to have my kids, already?

I hesitantly pulled away from her soft and warm skin and retreated to my side of the tub. I spare a glance at her and see that she pokes her lips out into a pout while she stubbornly crosses her arms in front of her, her eyes sending me a look of anger.

"Ahh, I'm so scared." I remark, throwing both of my hands and frowning my lips in a mocking manner.

"Go fuck yourself," She curses, pointing her middle finger at me. She allows herself to sink further into the bathtub so that her chest is covered and the water is now cascading on her neck. Her legs can now reach me and she uses it as a chance to kick my chest.

"Right now? Damn, mama, I don't go around giving free shows, you know? But for you I can make an exception." I snickers as she removes her legs from my chest to splash water in my face.

"You're literally so damn annoying. Do you know that?" Stella asks me. I couldn't tell if it was rhetorical or not and she seemed to be as careless as ever, letting her matted curly hair from our previous encounters soak in the water beneath her. Right now as I looked

"And you're literally so damn gorgeous. Do you know that?" As soon as I say this she sinks her whole head into the tub now. Should I check if she's alive? Nah, I thought when I saw the air bubbles forming from beneath the water. She was probably talking to herself, she normally does that.

If I'm being completely true to myself, I didn't know what else to respond to her statement so I decided to go with something that would be sure to catch her off guard. And I figured I have to stop denying myself the truth.

To be honest, it helps more when I gaslight myself into thinking she's ugly so I won't be distracted on the daily. But that doesn't work because even if I convince myself she's physically ugly, there's no denying that I'm not emotionally drawn to her.

She has a damn good personality that even I can't keep convincing myself and feeding myself lies to think otherwise. She just has this alluring aura to her that brings me closer even though I know it's bad for me. After a while trying to run from it, I've realized the more we deny ourselves from something, the more we want it because the mystery on its own intrigues us.

"So, what's your favorite thing to do besides fantasizing about me?" Stella questions, tilting her head to the side like a confused puppy, with her doe-like eyes. She's so cute. I mean she's cool, I guess.

"Daydream about you..." I mutter to myself. This needs to fucking stop.

"Huh?" She says sitting up straighter, causing more of the water to splash in my direction.

"I said I like looking at the stars," I lie, looking up at the ceiling. I mean, technically it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. I do like looking at the stars though, it just seems like such a fascinating and natural form of life.

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