🅘𝙢𝕒🅰🄶Ꭵ𝓷ɛ𐌔 ... m. morales

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“𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮”

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“Ugh, hold on– almost done!”

This was such a struggle. Miles, your boyfriend, was currently peppering you with kisses all over, attempting the lipstick trend on you.

Your face was covered in lipstick stains, cheeks, forehead, nose, neck, you name it.

He thought you looked so adorable, especially with how you kept on struggling to get yourself out of his arms.

“Ma, sit still.”

He chuckled. You kept squirming, giggling and your body involuntarily shuddering. This was comedy gold. Miles couldn't help but feel the sense of taking a picture, post it on his story for all to see.

You wiggled your way out of his grasp, running for the door. Your little victory, however, didn't last long.

You heard him immediately call after you, a playful chase ensuing. He was faster than you, unfortunately, quickly grabbing you by the waist once more and hauling you up bridal style.

Miles let out a scoff and walked over to his bed, dropping you on top of it and straddling your waist down, pinning your wrists above and against the sheets.

“God, you're such a pain in the ass sometimes.”

You stuck your tongue out stubbornly, wiggling against his grip, a sad attempt to escape.

“Yeah yeah. I know you like it.”

Miles rolled his eyes, watching your futile efforts to try and get out of his grip. It was almost adorable, you looked like a trapped puppy.

He leaned in a bit towards your face, his grip on your wrists strengthening so that your hands wouldn’t budge. He smirked, taking the chance to capture your tongue with his lips, gently sucking on it.

This made you freeze like a deer caught in the headlights. Miles couldn't help but chuckle at this, leaning down, pressing his lips harder against yours and deepening the sudden kiss. Your lips were now swollen and deeply shaded in red.

“You are such a brat, you know that?”

He huffed, catching his breath, moving his lips towards your neck, planting multiple kisses across your skin, further spreading the lipstick stains.

What felt like hours and hours of being pinned down and drowned in a puddle of love filled with kisses, cuddles and laughter were merely minutes of you struggling underneath his strong hold as he scattered kisses all over your form.

Miles drove his lips down your neck, moving past your collarbone as he explored the smallest bit of your exposed skin before stopping by your chest. He glanced up.

"If I could...I would," he muttered, his breath tickling your skin and you couldn't help but shiver.

He then took a moment to just gaze proudly at his work, feeling mesmerized at the results. You couldn't help but cover your face with your hands.

Miles chuckled at your shy behavior, pushing away your hands and pressing his lips once more against your own before pulling out his phone.

"Say cheese!" He taunted with a stifled laugh, taking the selfie he has been struggling for and posting it almost immediately.

"It's all over social media now," Miles said, leaning his forehead against your own, "that wasn't so hard now was it?" He teased further, and he couldn't help but grin even wider when he got a notification.

"See? Someone even already commented." He checked his phone.

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