𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

pretty boy - e.d

536 words
second person
chinatown + harry teardrop

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unedited... just wanted to put something up here and i thought this was cute
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you looked over at him from your spot on the couch, he was in the kitchen making coffee.

you smiled, using your hand to hold your face up.

"angel, you're staring." he said in a playful tone, a smirk playing on his cute face.

"and? you look good." you said, getting up to walk over to him.

you walked up behind him, standing on your tip-toes to kiss the back of his neck and letting your hands roam up the front of his shirt, feeling the outline of his abs that you loved oh so much.

"y'need something, hun?" he turned around and rubbed his eye, pushing up his glasses a bit.

he was wearing a tight black t-shirt, which was tucked into some brown plaid pants, and his black vans with the white socks slightly showing. not to mention his black framed glasses that you absolutely adored on him.

"mmm... nope. you're just a pretty boy." you said, leaning up to quickly wrap your arms around his neck and kiss on his sweet lips.

he was taken by surprise, until he leaned down to wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up. you let out a gasp, which gave him the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.

he placed you on top of the counter and started biting at your neck, leaving love bites as his fingers slid across your inner thighs.

"ethan..." you moaned quietly. he pulled away and looked down at your pink and swollen lips, biting his bottom one.

"i love it when you moan my name," he smiled as his hands gripped your hips.

"hmm, only for you sweetie." you hopped off the counter and started walking away.

"aw, what? i thought you wanted to kiss me!" he whined, even with his deep voice.

"i did! i kissed you! now i'm done." you quickly stuck your tongue out at him and started running away when you saw him running towards you with a big grin on his face.

he chased you until you hopped back on the couch and stayed there, giggling and holding your knees up to your chest.

he ran over and stopped in front of you, then fell onto the couch beside you and started breathing heavily.

"how...are you not...out of...breath..." he said, throwing his head back.

"don't know! but i do know that you're unfit." you lied, knowing he gets annoyed at that statement since he works out almost everyday and literally has washboard abs.

he gasped sarcastically, "how DARE you!" he pushed you back onto the pillows of the couch and stared at you, smiling lightly. after a few seconds he kissed you softly, he knows you absolutely melt every time he gives you soft kisses.

you pull away and sit up to straddle his lap. you're like an ant compared to how tall and fit he is.

"hey, i would never call you unfit, that's a silly thing to say." you rubbed your hand up and down his clothed abs, making him blush hardcore and put his hands on your butt.

you took notice of this, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair, pulling him in to lay his head on your chest.

"aw, you're such a pretty boy."

poisondols

written 08/31/20 at 11:28 pm

published 10/01/20 at 11:am