imagines [c.s.]

pick-me-up

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" He asked, his smirk wide and prideful.

"No, but I got scratched on my way up from hell," I shrugged.

"Explains why you're so hot," he chuckled deeply. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" I ignored him and continued playing the game.

"Are you copper? Because I wanna c-u again soon," I retorted, invested in the game now.

"Is your name WiFi because I'm feeling a connection," he said. I laughed.

"Pathetic. I've heard that one before," I stared straight into his eyes, shouldering more than the cigarette in his hand.

"Oh, and you could do better?" His eyebrows raised.

"Do you have a band-aid? I think I scraped my knee falling for you."

"I wish you were Avagadro, because then I'd already know your number," he said, his voice soft. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I stared into his eyes.

"I wanna get illumi-naughty with you," I leaned in even closer, his arm snaking around my waist.

"I'd bipiddi bopiddi bang you," he replied, his smile growing. I felt myself flush. I stood on my tiptoes and tucked his luscious hair behind his ear.

"Wanna see if it fits?" I whispered, my other hand grasping his thigh.

"You win," he conceded, breathless. He put his cigarette out, looking away for a brief second.

"I told you so," I smiled, equally as breathless. He looked back to me, and I held his face in my hand, cupping his strong jawline, a finger tracing his lips.

"Y/N," he breathed. We both leaned in. My breath escaped me as we kissed, slow and passionate. I could taste the smoke on his tongue, his chapstick on his lips, smell his cologne in the air. Cole Sprouse was more addicting than any kind of drug to me. It wasn't the first time we'd kissed, but every time we made it feel like our last.

"I could get used to that," I said, leaning into his shoulder, watching the city happen around us.

"I think you already have, baby," Cole replied, watching a taxi speed by. We just sat there, the world happening around us in our own moment of peace.