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casiia · 9 months

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simon riley babying you when you’re sick! a sore throat, a slight fever, aching body. he will not allow you to move a single muscle. he’s tucked you in your side of the bed, a mountain of pillows behind your head and fluffy blanket up to your chin.

“do you need anything?” he asks, triple checking for the last time before he climbs into bed with you. he doesn’t care about getting sick himself, it’s worth it because he can’t sleep without you.

even though you had said no two time prior, you know he’ll keep asking until you’re completely satisfied.

“wate-”

simon is already out of the room, filling your signature water bottle and slipping in a couple of ice cubes, not too many or it’ll be too cold and you won’t drink it.

he’ll make you take a few sips before setting it on the bedside table, mumbling something about tea and how it’ll cure you.

but it’s already so late and he’s been on his feet tending to your every need, so you pull him into bed and kiss his forehead. simon’s nose crinkles and he leans in for your lips only for you to turn your head. “can’t get you sick.”

that only fuels the fire and now he’s making sure you’re healthy by the next couple days. “oh, your medicine.”

he begins to flip the covers off before you grab him and hold him close. the corners of his lips turn up, he knows you hate taking medicine so he’ll give you a break just this once.

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frxxxncx · 7 months

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|03:25| k. mg.

Everything with Mingyu always felt honeyed, even the fights, the bad and the good moments. You first kissed Mingyu on your third date, you remember his sad puppy-like gaze when you told him on the first date that you wouldn’t kiss him. It made you laugh, but I was a rule you stablished after many disappointments, and you were so happy because it was definitely worth it.

When he kissed you that first time it felt like everything around you disappeared, like it was only the two of you, lips touching and tongues caressing, it didn’t feel lustful, it felt special, intimate, loving and sweet, because everything with him always felt honeyed.

And everything with Mingyu was intense, citrusy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade or cinnamon flavored gum, there was nothing better than comparing what Mingyu made you feel with sweets.

But also, to match Mingyu loved to have a lollipop buried inside his mouth and you love to kiss him just after he finished them, saliva thick and sweet because of the candy, always a delight for you, eating the sweet from his lips, pinky and glossy was way better, addicting.

If you could eat the sweet delights like that every time, you’d feel more than blessed. Big hands stroking your body softly, hot tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, musky scent emanating from every pore of his body, sugary kisses and arising moans.

There was nothing better, feeling all of him against you, the hotness of his body, his scent, his heart pounding loudly on his chest. You were in love, and maybe that’s why all of it felt so sugary sweet, but you could tell by a fact that Mingyu was crazy about you too, it was something on his eyes, on the way he touches you and speaks to you with such a mellowed tone.

“You taste like strawberry candies” you said enjoying the after taste of your kiss, liking your own lips. You made him laugh, that velvety and delicious laugh that made your belly flutter and you toes curl.

Mingyu made you feel so sensitive that you could feel the sheets under your skin, and all the wrinkles of the fabric on you lower back, on your hands, on your shoulders, everywhere.

Hot, sticky tongue dancing over your skin, tingling, burning.

“There’s not better candy than you” he would say while going down on you, making you blush, not letting you breath, displaying his expertise, moans filling the room, because everything that Mingyu did to you felt glacéd.

His fingers worked you open while your own syrupy arousal would spill all over his chin and hands, and just like a burning fire on your belly the juices now where not only on his hand but dripping down his fore arm, with his fingers he worked you through your high, still caressing your sopping lips with his tongue enjoying the candied mess.

“Thanks for the sweets”.