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Only psychos wake up this early every day for a satanic ritual.
Though beautiful isn’t quite the right word. He’s not pretty like a girl or beautiful like a colorful flower on the side of the road. He’s handsome.
Sharp jawline, hard eyes, straight nose, and a set of full lips that would look divine around a cock.
I pluck one of his AirPods out and whisper into his ear, “Long time no see. Miss me?”
Day in and day out, I have to exist. To be out there and fucking stay there. In the middle of people with blurry faces and names and personalities.
My feet come to a halt as I peer back at the waste of space of a human whom I’ve been trying to bleach out of my mind. And I did. I succeeded. Until he spoke just now, that is.
“Oh cool, you remember! Nice to officially meet you, Brandon. Or, hold on! I actually found you a perfect nickname.
Lotus flower.
You know, because you managed to bloom so beautifully while surrounded by the muddy swamp that is Landon....
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“You need to stop cutting yourself off mid-sentence. The suspense is killing me. You’re playing a bit hard to get,
Prince Charming,
but I’m all over that shit. Fight me. Fight me. Fucking fight me!” I elbow him. “You’...
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Forget my routine. I need to protect something a lot more important. My sanity.
He’s kind of an asshole, that guy. While I’ve been having a blast running with him the past couple of days, I have a feeling it’s not…mutual.
Back off. Step away from me. Do not touch me. Remove your unpleasant presence from my vicinity. He speaks like royalty. Not complaining, though. There’s something about ruining a good boy that does shit to me.
Five thirty in the morning is my favorite time of the day until further notice.
Kolya twitches in my shorts and I groan under my breath. “Fuck, dude.” I glare down at him. “Make up your mind. Are you easy or hard? Pun intended.” I get no answer. Naturally. He’s literally a dick.
Bruh
Lotus flower
He looked at me with wide eyes and slightly parted lips, and even though that expression lasted for a fraction of a second, you can bet I added it to my mental catalog full of everything Brandon King.
Fuckin simp
Though I’d rather he go shirtless so I can get a front-row seat to his body and possibly sink my teeth into it. Figuratively, of course. Who the fuck am I kidding? It’s definitely literally.
How dare she interrupt our morning ritual that’s been going on for three days? Two.
Kolya would’ve gotten that in a few seconds after a heavy make-out session. Old Kolya, that is. The new one is clearly an idiot who will be written out of my will.
He faces away from me, but not before I see the evidence in his shorts. My, my. Is that…a fucking erection? I mean, he could’ve gotten that because of kissing her. It couldn’t have possibly been me. He’s straight. Insert rolling of eyes here.
So I realized that I need to chill the fuck out. Brandon who? The guy who will take my cock between his lips and thank me for it, that’s who. No. Jesus Christ. Chill, Kolya. Just chill for one fucking second, dude.
Quick self note but I read kolyas partsain like a dumbed down version of nikos voice
Thank you for your services, cousin.
“Nonsense. It’s impossible to miss your constant state of nudity.” “Constant state of nudity. Jesus. Chill, my dude. You sound like a judge in court.”
“Listen to me, you thick fucker. I’ve been tolerating your nonsense for far too long, but enough is enough. You’re not my peer, friend, or anything in between. So crawl back into your hole and stop being in my fucking space or I will crush you.” “Talk dirty to me, baby.”
Bran would hit me if I were to say this out loud, but he’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
His jaw tics and his muscles tighten. And just like that, he slips back to the uptight asshole with serious issues. “I told you not to touch me, you disgusting prick.” Aaaand he fucking ruined it.
Fuck him right the fuck off. Straight crush is officially over.
...sure
My heart has never beat as fast as when he bit down on my throat. And I groaned. Me. Brandon fucking King groaned because a guy was biting me.
Heh
I have nothing against gay people. But the truth remains, I’m straight. I can only be straight
*gives hug*
“What are you doing here?” He pushes his cousin in front of him. “Nikolai was bored, so I took him out for a stroll.” “Eat shit, motherfucker. I’m not a dog. Also, he was the one who was so bored that he started vandalizing shit,” Nikolai says, then speaks to Glyn, “I was dragged out against my will because he refuses to admit he misses you.” “Semantics,” Killian says. “Can we join you?”
Tick. He looks murderous. Tick. He’s not looking at me. Tick. He is not looking at me.
Yes yes yes yes yes he syebsywbsyebsyebs
He didn’t leave. He came back.
This is definitely not what it looks like. I didn’t hang out around the area of the pub, chain-smoking and contemplating how to pick a fight and punch some motherfuckers. Okay, I did. But the next part is definitely not what it looks like.
Exactly what it looks LIKE
I didn’t beat these people up because a cunt happened to grab Brandon by his shirt or attempt to punch him. Hurt him. Right in front of me. Yeah, so I did drive my fist in Brandon’s face the last time I saw him, but only I get to do that.
Looks around room..
yea we don't know about that one niko
“Well, maybe you should stop giving me all these nicknames.” “Which one is your favorite?”
“Do you prefer lotus flower? My dude? Oh, Prince Charming?” “None,” he says slowly, his eyes light and hooded as he stares up at me.
“Oh, right.” I stand toe-to-toe with him and line my lips with the shell of his ear. “You like being called baby.” He trembles against me. Fucking trembles.
ADN THE CROWD FUCKING CHEERSSSS FOR THE 7TH TIMEEE
I slam my lips to his, devouring that sound and swallowing it deep inside me. Fuck. Fuck me. Fucking fucker of all motherfucking fucks. He tastes like sweet surrender, all wound up and ripe for the taking.
He tastes like sweet surrender, all wound up and ripe for the taking.
He tastes of lawless violence and forbidden temptation. He tastes like my custom-made damnation.
AND TGE CRIWD STARTS SOBBING WITH CHEERSOGF LOVE
My fingers glide up and I swear I mean to shove him away. Put him back in his place. Shout ‘How dare you touch me?’ But my hand wraps around his nape and I free fall headfirst into dangerous chaos, completely in the dark about what waits for me at the bottom.
“Do you feel how hard I am for you?” Kiss. “How ravenous I turn when it comes to you?” Kiss. “I’ll devour you fucking whole, my beautiful lotus flower.” Kiss. “I’ll make you forget about anyone who came before me, namely fucking Clara.”
Oh yes this is home
“I’m…drunk.” My chest rises and falls so hard, it grazes his with every movement, every breath, and I’m intoxicated, completely out of my damn mind. “Then blame it on me, baby.”
“Shut the fuck up. Don’t try to ruin this with your fucking mouth. Let me keep that busy for you.” He jams his fingers deeper. “Choke on my fingers instead. I want you to swallow every drop of cum down your throat.”
He keeps doing that until I start licking him. Until I talk myself into believing this is a dream.
It was not a dream.
Deny. Forget. Pretend.
AND THE CROWD IS CRYUNG FUCJING SIBBING AGAIN FAEEKKWKWKW MY BABY
