Heartbeat | Crush x Reader Oneshots

Heartbeat | Crush x Reader Oneshots

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[SLOW UPDATES] Story Created : July 11th, 2016 There's no specific storyline, I just take requests and put my own flavor into it :) I've tried doing lemons and I cannot do them so enjoy the fluffy stuff I provide ~bee ----- Special Moments In Time: 500 views : August 7th, 2016 1k views: August 26th, 2016. 2k views: September 13th, 2016 3k views: September 25th, 2016 5k views: October 16th, 2016 -i lost track for a while- 20k views: December 26th, 2016 25k views: January 16th, 2017 -lost track again- 70k views: sometime around October 10th? 2017 100k views: April 2019
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A seemingly ordinary high school girl prefers to stay under the radar, blending into the background of her small-town world. But everything changes when the last person she ever expected-a boy with his own complicated story-starts paying attention to her in ways she never imagined. What begins as a quiet connection soon evolves into something that challenges their perceptions of love, life, and themselves. I hope you guys like it. ~Tess~💙 ✧⁠*⁠。 Then, slowly, he leaned in again, placing soft kisses along my neck. His lips were warm, sending shivers down my spine. One of his hands glided up my thigh, stopping to rest on my hip. His breathing grew heavier, matching mine. "You always have a sweet scent when I'm near you," he murmured against my skin. "Like vanilla and cinnamon." His teeth grazed a sensitive spot on my neck, and I hummed involuntarily. My legs pressed together, trying to stifle the ache building between them. He was making me feel things I hadn't felt before-things I wasn't sure I could control. "I should-" I started, my voice faltering as I tried to regain control. "I should get you something to sober up." I quickly slipped off the table, putting space between us, but he was faster. His hand caught my wrist, and before I knew it, he had me pinned against the wall. "So?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Must I always stay sober? I don't want anything... just you."

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