YAELOKRE

"Would you be mine..?" 4

876 words
( I love u mwah)

"In your bedroom..?" You ask in shock, turning absolutely red as you just stared. "Oh my god I'm so sorry." He said in a panic, seeing how red and heated you got he felt terrible.

He took a step closer, cupping your face in his hands as he gently rubbed back and forth on your cheeks with his thumb he accidentally repeatedly stabbed whilst sewing your mask.

"It's alright, calm down.. please.." He quietly asked of you, tears slightly welling in his eyes unintentionally as he attempted to calm you.

Feeling his gentle and warm touch, you calmed almost instantly, still embarrassed but his cold touch was comforting. So comforting; you almost let out a purr.

"I may have to take you up on that offer." You whisper to the boy that has your face cupped in his smaller hand.

"Really? You mean it?" He asks, his eyes lighting up as he now uses both hands to hold your face gently, searching for a hint of sarcasm. Finding nothing but love; he was on the brink of screaming in pure excitement.

"Yeah.. why wouldn't I?" You question, chuckling as your hands gently reach out to cup his face im return.

"I'll go get us matching pajamas! Stay right here okay?" The vibrating teen said as he ran off before letting you speak, chuckling to yourself quietly.

Out of curiosity you wander around the tiny room. Looking in the bin, in drawers, everything. You end up finding a large sketchbook, which seems to look at least 15x larger than the one he drew you in.

Looking through; you see drawings of someone that looked eerily similar to yourself. The dates of the drawings way before you two met. You stared at the picture, then the date, back at the picture, and repeated that until you heard footsteps approaching.

Quickly, you hide the drawing back where it was and wait for him to come in. As he walks in with 2 sets of silk pajamas that had bugs on them, you smile. Seeing his pure excitement was utterly endearing.

"Put these on, we're gonna match!" He squeals, and with no shame changes right infront of you. Thankfully, he has enough decency to keep his underwear on, but it was a little.. shocking. You 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 bitch.

You in turn begin to change into the pajamas you were handed. Simply seeing the boy infront of you, your heart raced. Was it from embarrassment? Excitement maybe? ..fear?

Your dumbass self couldn't figure out what it was, but just shrugged it off. Watching the shorter boy climb into bed and gesture for you to follow, you climb in beside him.

Just sitting there with him was nerve wracking enough, but feeling his hand slowly trail over until his hand grasped yours, your heart began racing all over again. Fucking virgin.

Either way, you turned to look at home, smiling faintly. Your hand gently widened, his fingers gently intertwining with yours, his grip tight as if you were about to leave.

"Would you like a teddy?" You were asked, smirking faintly as you turned to look at him. You were tempted to say "you can be my teddy" but you refrained. "Oh, I'm fine." Is all you could get out, pussy.

He nodded, slowly laying down, his hand never leaving yours. He laid on his side, turning to look at you. His empty arm slowly reaching up, as if an invitation to lay in his arms.

Your ears heated up in a flush of limerence, slowly nodding as you lay down, reluctantly letting go of his hand to make your way into his arms, your arms pulled to your chest.

You feel his arms wrap around your upper chest, moving your arms so that they wrap around himself, or in simple terms, face to face embrace, your face in his chest, his chin on the top of your soft head. Something your loser self has NEVER experienced.

His hands gently run up and down your back and side, the tips of his fingers rubbing into your skin.
The feeling of finally being loved, having the physical touch you craved.. something about it sent you into a spiral of fatigue.

After what felt like 2 seconds, you were out like a light. Kingsley on the other hand, was still awake. He did begin getting a bit tired, but he wanted to admire your body against his.

All the way from the top of your adorable, always flushed head to the bottom of your covered toes. He wanted to run his fingers all over every part of your body, he wanted to know you like the back of his hand. He craved you. But for now, he just held you.

He soon stopped the touch, one arm tightly wrapped around you, the other running his fingers against your hair as if he were petting a dog. (Sorry if ur bald u got hair now idk.) Feeling the soft, gentle hair that adorned your head made his heart ache. He wanted you. So badly.

"I love you.. so much." He whispers, placing a soft kiss to your sleeping face. He once more nuzzles his chin into your hair, sighing as he eventually falls asleep, his touch warming you.