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Ninety-Seven: Misses Muffin

Isabella's POV

The best way to wake up would definitely be to feel a set of full lips kiss the air out of you. Lukas was softly placing kisses all over my face, giving me no choice but to open my eyes and see the goofy smile on his face, instantly putting me in a good mood. "Morning." I smiled against his lips as they pressed into mine.

"I didn't want to wake you, but you're going to be late for class." He whispered before kissing me again, his lips lingering a little on mine this time.

"I don't want to get up." I whined stretching out my limbs, wanting to stay in bed a little longer, enjoying those cute kisses a lot longer.

Lukas's chuckle filled up the room, a sound I didn't mind waking up to for the rest of my life. "Baby, you already missed a class yesterday." He whispered, pulling me into his arms. I instantly hid my face in the crook of his neck, enjoying his warmth. His scent filled my senses as I laid on top of him, my hand finding a spot in his hair. "Snowflake, I know you're comfortable, trust me, but you have to get up." He laughed, snuggling the side of his face into mine.

"Mmmh, nooo." I whined again; this time more demanding. I had a hard time waking up as his hand softly going up and down my spine rocked me back to sleep.

He shook his head, accompanied with a chuckle. "Bells, you can cuddle me all night, get your nice ass to class." He said grabbing both my butt cheeks at once, giving them a good squeeze.

"Babe!" I laughed, when his sudden attack pressed me into his morning hardness, the fact I was laying on top of him not helping, I guess. "Mmh." I hummed when suggestive thoughts filled my head with wild ideas.

"Don't you think about it." Lukas grinned, shaking his head next to mine. I felt myself smirk into his neck, where I always kiss the outline of his tattoo, as I wiggled my hips against the bulge in his boxers. "Bells no!" He laughed while his hands dug into my hips, keeping me still. "Your dirty mind needs to wake up, have some coffee and get to class. Now, before your tiny hands start attacking me." He laughed while I pulled my head from the crook of his neck to pout at his face. "I'm serious." He laughed once more, joy written all over his handsome and sleepy face.

"I want cuddles. Special cuddles." I pouted in high-pitched and whiny tone but the smirk on my face gave away what I meant with the special part.

"Alright enough, get your lazy ass out of bed!" He chuckled the moment he laid his eyes on my pouty face. Like I weighed nothing he scooped me up from the bed, getting both of us from underneath the sheets and off the bed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, hanging on for dear life. Try to shake my lazy ass off now. I giggled while I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you going to be difficult?" I heard him scoff with probably the biggest smirk on his face. I nodded, adding to his fuel and suddenly he walked both of us to the door, my back colliding with it resulting in a loud thud. Oh shit. His action made me lift my head from his shoulder, looking at him and his undeniable smirk with wide eyes. One of his hands let go of holding me up, my legs not moving anyways as he had me pinned against the door. When his hand cupped my jawline and his thumb slid over my skin I knew he wasn't messing around anymore. If it resultes in me being pinned to a wall with his hardness pressing on my sweet spot I should be difficult more often. I couldn't move my face as he held it in place, a little demanding, a little rough on the touch but I loved it. If I wasn't awake, I am now. Damn this is hot. He looked at me, really looked at me with a hint of playfulness in his eyes. I couldn't help but to chuckle at this sudden action of his. What is he doing? I giggle to myself.

He leaned into my lips, pressing his against mine roughly and with want, my head being pushed back against the door. I was taken aback by his sudden kiss, even more when his tongue didn't waist time, kissing me deeply, sucking on my bottom lip until I hummed with ecstasy. Jesus, now I really don't want to go to class. His hand on my jaw was guiding me into the direction he wanted. Suddenly he made me look up at the ceiling, so he had access to my throat. The leaving of his lips on mine made me whimper but gasp when they made their way to my neck and throat, kissing my sensitive skin.