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chanelrolls · 1 month ago

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heyy hope you’re doing fine!

I saw this hc of Xavier I wanted to know if you could write something about it? (only if you want tho no pressure)

He has a fever and calls MC to like watch out for him, give him medicine and all BUT he gets freaky and then things happens between them

Lovesick | Xavier

synopsis. xavier isn't just in a fever, he's in heat. and he wants you to take care of him.

tags. mdni, nsfw, mature content, mutual pining, tension, so much tension, yearning!xavier, t!t-pleasing, f!ngering during a phone call, etc.

wc. approximately 3.5k

the coffee machine whirred behind you, steaming with the usual early evening chaos. customers murmured by the counter, some tapping impatient fingers, others scrolling on their phones. you were halfway through wiping down a table when your phone buzzed inside your apron.

you shouldn’t have checked it. you weren’t supposed to have phones out, but something about the timing made you glance.

xavier (7:46 PM): You free?

you blinked. the message was simple. no teasing, there were no smartass remarks. simple two words, coming from xavier, and that was practically a cry for help.

you typed back quickly.

: at work. why?

there was a pause. then three dots from his chathead. then nothing.

you hesitated, peeking out at the line of customers forming by the register. your coworker was mid-order, so you ducked into the stockroom and pressed the call button.

he answered after the first ring.

"hey," he said, voice hoarse, lower than usual, softer too.

“xavier? what’s going on?” you asked, keeping your voice down.

“i think i’m dying.”

you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. “what kind of dying are we talking about here?”

“i’m... sick,” he muttered. “probably a fever. my head’s spinning. i didn’t eat anything all day.”

you leaned against the shelves, sighing. “did you take anything? medicine?”

“nope.”

“water?”

“forgot.”

“xavier.”

“i—” he paused. “didn’t want to be alone. so i called you.”

that silenced you for a moment. you could hear rustling on the other end, the faint sound of a blanket being dragged over him. you could almost picture it—xavier, curled up in bed, hair a mess, hoodie probably pulled over half his face, looking pitiful in that annoyingly charming way of his.

“i’m at work,” you said softly. “i can’t leave.”

“i know.”

“but i’ll come after.”

“...you will?”

you sighed once more, adjusting your apron. “yeah. just... stay alive until then, okay?”

“noted,” he replied, voice tired but teasing now. and just like that, he hung up.

you stared at your phone for a second longer, then stuffed it back into your apron and headed out to take the next order. but your mind was already somewhere else. or rather, with someone else.

your shift ended later than expected. the rush hour crowd had dragged on, and you'd stayed behind to help close up. by the time you made it to xavier’s apartment, your limbs were sore and your feet were screaming, but the moment you stood in front of his door, all of that faded.

you didn’t even have to knock. he'd texted you his spare keycode months ago, something about “just in case i pass out drunk or dead,” typical xavier. and for the first time, you were grateful for his melodrama.

the door creaked open. complete silence.

you stepped inside quietly, toeing off your shoes. the living room was dimly lit by the city lights bleeding in through the window blinds. his cardigan was tossed over the back of the couch, and the faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air.

you didn’t call out. he was probably asleep, and you didn’t want to wake him.

instead, you headed to the kitchen.

you knew his cabinets by heart. he always left the mug you gave him on the second shelf. the rice cooker blinked on standby. you moved automatically; washed your hands, checked the fridge, started cooking something simple.

that’s when you noticed it.

a small table nearby, and a box of tissues aloft.

and right next to it—your photo. not the one from high school graduation, or from a group hangout. no, it was a candid shot you barely remembered anyone taking. you were laughing, head turned slightly, sunlight catching your cheek. you didn’t even think you looked particularly good in it.

you froze.

for a moment, the quiet of the apartment felt heavier. like it knew something you didn’t.

why would he keep that photo? why would it be out like that, with tissues beside it? was he… crying? no, could it be...?

you were just reading into it again, like you always did.

you swallowed, turning back to the stove, but your hands moved slower now. more uncertain, more careful.

he always called you first, since the prologue of your childhood friendship. and you've had the biggest crush on him for a while, and yet his ambiguity made it difficult for you to open that up.

and that photo... maybe it was just the flu.

you nudged the bedroom door open with your elbow, careful not to spill the bowl of porridge balanced in your hands.

he was buried beneath his blanket, cocooned like a child. the tip of his hair stuck out from the edge, tousled and damp with sweat. you couldn’t even tell if he knew you were there yet. the room smelled faintly of mint and something warmer, muskier. like heat.

you set the tray on his desk and turned on your heel to grab the small bucket of warm water you’d prepared from the kitchen. a washcloth dangled from the edge. he probably needed help wiping down his face, he always got annoyingly dramatic when he was sick.

but when you walked back in, your breath caught in your throat.

he was awake.

sitting up.

and staring right at you.

his blanket was slung low around his hips, exposing the cut of his collarbones, the slight sheen of sweat across his neck, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. his eyes were glazed, feverish, but locked on you like you were something he hadn’t decided what to do with yet. hungry, almost?

you clutched the bucket tighter.

“you’re awake,” you said, suddenly very aware of the silence. “i—i made you something. porridge. you haven’t eaten, right?”

still, he said nothing. he just watched, before flickering his gaze down the floor, like he was contemplating something.

it made your skin feel tight, like his gaze was unraveling something you didn’t know how to hide. “...you okay?” you asked again, gently this time, your voice just above a whisper.

something in the way he looked at you made your chest twist. he was beautiful. even like this—flushed, messy, and sick. too beautiful for your own good. and you had no idea what was going through his head.

you dipped the washcloth into the warm water, watching steam rise gently before wringing it out with a practiced hand. the room was utterly silent, save for the quiet drip of water and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

when you turned to wipe his face, you almost froze.

xavier was propped up slightly against the headboard. the blanket was haphazardly draped over his hips, his chest rising and falling with a slow, heavy rhythm, still staring at you.

but not at your face at least.

his gaze had dipped lower, fixated somewhere near your collarbone, unmoving. lips parted, his breathing uneven.

you cleared your throat and brought the cloth to his forehead, gently wiping along his temple.

“you’re burning up,” you murmured.

he let out a breath, shaky. almost a whimper. “I know…”

you frowned at the sound he made. “xavier?”

he blinked once, sluggishly, then finally looked up at your face. “i heard you come in,” he said, voice low and distant. "knew it was you."

“mmh, didn’t know you were awake.”

he didn’t answer right away. his gaze dropped again, this time to your thighs as you sat beside the bed. “you wore that... last week.”

you blinked. “what?”

“those jeans,” he said flatly, though there was a tremble at the end. “i remember—” a second whimper slipped out, barely controlled.

that’s when you started to notice it. his jaw was clenched too tightly, fingers gripping the sheets, and flexing rhythmically. his pupils were a little too blown despite the half-lidded gaze.

and when you leaned closer, the scent of something—not just sweat—hung in the air.

your hand stopped mid-wipe. “xavier, are you… are you sure this is just a fever?”

he didn’t respond right away. he just took the time to breathe slower. then finally, with a near-broken edge in his voice: “i didn’t want to call you... but i couldn’t- couldn’t think straight.”

he sounded desperate with that strained voice of his. like his body was at war with him.

and for the first time since stepping into this apartment, you realized—this wasn’t just sickness. something else was happening to him. and you were the one he called first.

you kept your hand steady, even though your pulse had picked up. you continued wiping his cheeks, temples, and neck with slow, deliberate strokes, trying not to react. trying not to notice how his eyes traced every movement of your fingers like it hurt him to look, but worse to look away.

he was quiet now, except for the occasional unsteady breath and soft, involuntary whimpers—small, bitten-off sounds like he was trying to hold them back. it was subtle, but enough to startle you. you glanced at him from the corner of your eye.

his skin was flushed deeper now. jaw tight. his chest rose and fell faster.

still, you didn’t say anything.

you just dipped the cloth again and moved on.

until you heard him speak, barely above a whisper. “…it’s worse when you’re close.”

you froze mid-motion. “what?”

xavier’s eyes slid shut, like it took effort just to keep them open. his hand gripped the blanket tighter near his abdomen. “i didn’t want to make this your problem,” he said, voice hoarse. “i just wanted to hear you. thought maybe it’d help if i heard you.”

you didn’t respond. because your heart was hammering too loud in your chest now. and you were beginning to understand.

this was his body asking—no, begging—for relief from something else entirely. and the fact that it was you he called, of all people, said more than his trembling lips could.

still, you swallowed it down, wrapped it up in a calm voice.

“i made you some food. you should eat before it gets cold,” you said softly, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. you stood up slowly, brushing off your jeans, carefully reaching for the tray on the side table. but before your fingers could curl around the handle, a firm grip closed around your wrist.

“xavier…?”

his grip wasn’t painful, but it was strong. his hand was burning hot around your skin. when you turned back to face him, his eyes were already on you, heavy-lidded and desperate.

“i said it’s worse when you’re close,” he mumbled, “but i didn’t tell you to move away.”

“xavier—”

before you could even take a breath, he tugged. you stumbled forward, catching yourself with your free hand against the mattress just beside his hip.

“wait—”

he shifted, his body rising slightly despite the clear strain on him, and in one fluid motion, he guided you down onto the bed, your back hitting the sheets with a soft thud. his palm pressed against the mattress beside your head, caging you in, while the other still held your wrist against his chest.

your heart practically stopped.

he hovered there, breathing heavily above you, eyes scanning your face like it grounded him. “…i’m sorry,” he muttered, leaning closer. “i just… i can’t pretend i don’t need you right now.”

you could feel every bit of his warmth. every bit of restraint teetering on the edge of collapse. and despite everything—your confusion, the unspoken history between you—you didn’t push him away.

his eyes flicked down, just for a second.

not at your face.

lower.

and he didn’t even try to hide it.

still hovering over you, his breath warm against your skin, he let out a shaky exhale and muttered, “you shouldn’t wear stuff like that when you’re around me…”

there was a tension in his jaw, like he was biting back more than just words. his hand that had been holding your wrist slowly loosened, fingers trailing down the length of your arm in a way that felt both deliberate and unsure.

then, his voice came again, this time, laced with a strange, monotonous rhythm. “…you smell too nice.” a pause. “it’s hard to think.”

he whimpered quietly, like it escaped him without permission. you saw his brows furrow as if frustrated with himself, his knuckles turning pale where they gripped the blanket beside you.

“damn it…” he whispered, and another shaky sound followed—half-breath, half-moan.

you wandered your eyes beyond his stare, afraid to prolong the tension in the eye-fucking you've been doing since earlier. but the presence just above you made it impossible to keep your eyes anywhere but on his.

“…say something,” he whispered, almost pleading. “before i- before i stop thinking straight.”

you watched as xavier's adam's apple bobbed with a hard swallow. you could see the internal struggle playing out behind his eyes, the war between his self-control and the primal instincts screaming at him to take you, to claim you as his own.

"xavier... i.." you couldn't even form anything coherent.

he leaned into you for a brief moment before catching himself and pulling away, shaking his head. "i need you to go. now."

despite his words, he made no move to leave, instead staying rooted in place, his eyes still drinking in every detail of your face, your body, like a man starved. you could see the outline of his hardening length straining against his sweatpants, impossible to hide in such close proximity.

"xavier..." you breathed out, your own heart beginning to race as you realized the true nature of his condition. "you're not fine. you're in... heat."

you said the words gently, almost hesitantly, not wanting to believe it yourself. but the evidence was undeniable, from the feverish look in his eyes to the prominent bulge in his pants. he was fighting it, fighting you, and he was losing control fast.

suddenly, xavier's eyes flicked down to your chest, lingering on the swell of your breasts straining against your shirt. he swallowed hard, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

"can i... can i see your chest?" he asked, his gaze still locked onto your breasts. then he looked up at you, his eyes pleading and filled with a hunger you'd never seen before.

you hesitated, knowing that giving in would be crossing a line. but the desperation in his eyes, the way his body trembled with need, made it impossible to say no. with a reluctant nod, you slowly began to unbutton your shirt, your fingers shaking slightly as you exposed more and more of your soft skin.

it wouldn't hurt to try, right?

xavier watched, his eyes following the path of each button until your shirt fell open completely. he let out a shaky exhale as he took in the sight of your lace-clad breasts, his gaze darkening with lust.

"beautiful," he whispered, his voice low and rough. "you're so beautiful."

his hands clenched at his sides, as if he was fighting the urge to reach out and touch you. after a long moment, he looked up at you, then— "can i touch them?"

you hesitated for only a second before nodding, your heart pounding in your chest. xavier didn't waste any time, reaching out to cup your breasts in his large hands. he grunted at the feeling of your soft flesh yielding beneath his touch, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples through the thin lace.

but that wasn't enough for him. so he leaned down and pressed his mouth against your tits, his lips brushing over the sensitive peak of your nipple. you gasped at the sudden contact, your back arching slightly as a jolt of pleasure raced through your body.

xavier seemed to take that as permission, his mouth opening to draw your nipple between his lips. he suckled hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he ate at your breast. his hands kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing and groping.

you could only moan in response, your fingers tangling in his hair while he worshipped your breasts. the sight of him, face buried in your chest as he suckled and licked at your nipples, was almost too much to bear. you could already feel the heat building between your legs, your core aching with a need that demanded to be filled.

xavier seemed just as affected, his hips rocking forward and grinding his hard length against your thigh. you could feel the damp spot of pre-cum soaking through his sweatpants, the evidence of his arousal impossible to hide.

when the moon called for unfortune, the shrill ring of your phone pierced the charged air, startling you both. xavier glared at the offending device, a hiss of frustration escaping his lips. you reached for it, answering the call and trying to maintain some semblance of composure.

"h-hello?" you managed to say, your voice only slightly breathless.

xavier watched you intently, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of mischief. as you tried to focus on the conversation, you felt his fingers at the waistband of your jeans. with a deft movement, he undid the button and zipper, his hand slipping inside to cup you through your panties.

you had to bite back a moan, your hips instinctively canting into his touch. "y-yeah, I'm still here," you struggled, trying to keep your voice steady as xavier's fingers began to move, rubbing your clothed slit with a growing pressure.

the person on the other end of the line seemed to sense something was off, asking if everything was alright. "i'm fine," you assured them, even as xavier's fingers pushed your panties aside, his bare digits brushing against your slick folds.

you could feel the wetness gathering at your core, your body responding eagerly to xavier's bold touches. he explored your slick heat, fingers teasing your entrance before dipping inside, just barely, a shallow thrust that made you clench around him.

"okay, i'll... i'll see you soon," you said, struggling to keep your voice even while xavier began to pump his fingers in and out of you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles around the sensitive nub. with a muffled moan, you hung up the phone, tossing it aside carelessly.

xavier imperceptibly smirked at your reaction, "all alone now," he murmured, "and all mine." with that, he crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, his fingers never ceasing their movements between your thighs. you could only moan in response, still feeling uncertain despite the overwhelming pleasure that tugged at you. but one thing was for sure, you wouldn't stop xavier until you both reached the peak of this night. you wouldn't stop him from claiming what he craves for tonight.

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sw5w · 2 years ago

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[ Good Day to You ]

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:31:44

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Tatooine #Xelric Draw #Mos Espa #Watto's Junkshop #Watto #Toydarian #Huttese #keycode #datapad #unidentified protocol droid #unidentified droid #adjustable pocket welding torch

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ihangelic · 5 months ago

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BOYNEXTDOOR FIC RECS

warnings. sfw & nsfw. legal line only. all categories sorted by oldest to youngest. this list includes my own works (i’m shameless). more works will be added overtime, so keep coming to look!

keycode. ⚠︎ = smut/suggestive, ☀︎ = fluff, ☾ = angst

✉️ 𓂃 ₊˚⊹ note. if any authors tagged want their @ slashed or not be tagged again, please lmk! keep in mind this list is literally just my personal readings, so it’s not going to have an ‘even’ amount of anything.

under 1k:

☾, ☀︎ heartache by @zynz0 | contains. jaehyun x gn!reader, angst to fluff note. love me some satisfying angst

☀︎ we call it love by @nicholasluvbot | contains. taesan x fem!reader, fluff

⚠︎ untitled by @soobinskii | contains. sub!leehan x fdom!reader, smut note. author has written leehan exactly how i love sub!idols to be written: desperate, horny and adorable :(

⚠︎ untitled by @hazeytae | contains. stoner!leehan x afab!reader, smut

above 1k:

☀︎ ⚠︎ pretty boy by @hanfourz | contains. sungho x gn!reader, fluff, suggestive, christmas setting note. I JUST LOVED THIS IT WAS SO ADORABLE AND DOMESTIC IDK TT <3

⚠︎ baby blue by @camstqr | contains. virgin sub!sungho x fem!reader, smut, f2l note. this is 7.7k and i want to kiss author’s brain for it.

☀︎ evening glow by @loserlvrss | contains. riwoo x afab!reader, fluff, f2l note. this was written absolutely beautifully, author really knows how to paint a picture. also their backstory and coming to realize feelings and the decisions they made i found really relatable. there was just something so poetic yet raw about this work.

⚠︎ one more night by @heechwe | contains. ceo!jaehyun x fem ceo!reader, smut note. well written smut with a fun concept!

☀︎ forgotten grocery list by @loserlvrss | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, fluff

⚠︎ ☀︎ kiss culture by @ihangelic | contains. jaehyun x afab!reader, clingy/sick jaehyun, fluff to smut, winter setting

⚠︎ ☀︎ pas de punk by @ihangelic | contains. punk!taesan x fem ballerina!reader, e2l, band au, smut, fluff

☀︎ almost, but not quite by @gluion | contains. leehan x gn!reader, fluff, s2l, university au note. i’m speechless while also having so much to say. this read like a coming-of-age movie, the scenes and choices of where to put a dialogue break— everything was so well thought out. (also, the moment i saw that author listed the marias and the neighborhood as the first two songs for the fic’s playlist, i knew it was gonna slap.) i was literally hooked on the first sentence— fish pun intended. the awkwardness was so endearing, how leehan constantly wanted to be around reader yet denied feelings, the ponyo references and fish/ocean analogies? a gorgeous, feel-good read.

⚠︎ sleepyhead by @blueberrybeomgyu | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. THIS IS MY SHIT! SOFT SEX- like idek how to describe it but i love when writers can write smut that’s so fuzzy and soft and warm?? literally have admired this writing style of smut for years and i can’t seem to do it. incredible writing.

⚠︎ mine to ruin by @ihangelic | contains. dom!leehan x fem!reader, smut note. one of my own works, but i really like this one! contains plushie humping and guided/mutual masturbation.

☀︎ more than a little bit by @jigeuminunbich | contains. leehan x fem!reader, fluff note. AHG I JUST LOVE THIS! the love confession was a great touch and was realistic and super cute to me!

⚠︎ distracted by @melohann | contains. sub!leehan x reader, smut note. i think this is one— if not THE first bnd fic i’ve ever read and it’s one of my favs. rather cute for smut.

⚠︎ wet the bed by @0310s | contains. leehan x gn!reader, smut

☀︎ love and suds by @bananielle | contains. leehan x reader, fluff, comfort note. perfect for when you have a bad day, anxious, or just need to relax.

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sebsbarnes · 5 months ago

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Hi i love your work! I was wondering if u could do a fic where tangerine x reader are running from enemies on a job and they end up making out to try and hide from the enemies because pda makes people uncomfortable? Like the comment black widow makes to steve rogers in the winter soldier before she kisses him?

im backkk! so sorry for the massive delay, i love this request. it may be a little rusty so i apologize now.

pda || tangerine

tangerine x reader

warnings: brief talks of shooting and guns

word count: 1.2k+

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"you're a fuckin' idiot, tan," you snapped in defeat, looking at the man who appeared clueless about the situation.

he tsked and continued to move deeper into the building, "there's nothing to worry about. alarm gets tripped so what? we got a few minutes before anyone shows up."

with slow footsteps you followed behind him. irate was the only word to describe your mood. you mimicked him behind his head, arms up in the air, your gun flailing around dangerously in your right hand as you muttered in a whiny baby voice, 'we got a few minutes'.

tangerine and stubbornness go hand in hand, you can't have one without the other. his attitude made missions sometimes far easier when there were issues with other individuals or, in this case, far more difficult. instead of waiting an extra five minutes for the incoming call from lemon providing tangerine with the keycode, tangerine took it upon himself to smash the keypad. of course, an orchestra of alarms rang out and bounced off the walls of the building in an almost deafening manner. but rest assured, there was no one in the building...according to tangerine.

"c'mon we need to hurry up," you said, now walking in stride with him, "second-floor unit 204."

it was a file the two of you were after. information was scarce to get. a mission would come through, assigned off to you, and that was the extent of knowledge you had. as far as you and tangerine knew, your boss wanted the list of names encrypted on the file. what you didn't know was that the building was teeming with employees ready to defend the file.

there was a loud boom followed by an eerie silence. immediately you and tangerine halted, his hand coming to hover in front of your body preventing you from moving. tangerine's eyebrows were pulled into a deep furrow attempting to use some sort of instinct to decipher where the noise was coming from. he caught your eye before following your pointed fingers that were angled above and to the left. just as he pivoted his head, a symphony of gunshots rang.

"move!" he demanded, gripping your jacket and shoving you behind a structural pillar.

the whizzing of the bullets sounded as if you were surrounded by a swarm of bees. you were silently cursing at tangerine for his rash decisions earlier. you watched as tangerine shot five men in succession.

"oh but we had time, right?" you barked, aiming your sights on seemingly the last gentleman. with a squeeze of the trigger, the bullet went flying, piercing the man on the side of his neck.

tangerine sprinted from his position, "let's go," he directed, grabbing onto your wrist.

"god-," you panted, "i hate working with you sometimes."

"oh shut up," he huffed as your legs pounded against the waxed tiles, your wrist still bouncing in his grasp.

just as the two of you were about to push open the front doors, a bullet shattered the glass causing the two of you to stumble. daring to peer behind you, you were met with about four men charging forward.

"shit, c'mon," tangerine rushed.

tangerine guided you around the corner of the building, sprinting into a busier part of town. there was no chance of losing the men and although the distance between grew wide, you could still hear the pounding of the footsteps. with you in tow, tangerine darted into a convenience store. through short breaths, you could hear tangerine muttering how there is a back exit. you took the opportunity to shrug off your jacket and toss it down one of the aisles in a measly attempt to disguise yourself. without warning you gripped tangerine's button down and popped the first three buttons open. he sent you a look of disgust.

"can you try disguising yourself?" the annoyance in your tone evident. without a word, tangerine huffed as he discarded his perfectly tailored jacket and vest by shoving it into a man's arms.

you and tangerine decided to cut into a park. it was risky doing so. the park only had one real entrance and exit and there wasn't much to hide behind. tangerine figured it was the best option instead of walking the busy streets and putting innocent lives in danger. so, the two of you darted through the gate but not before one last look at the unwelcomed guests trailing behind. thankfully, there was enough distance that the man leading the pack didn't notice the small detour you two took.

"what the fuck!" you groaned quietly after a few minutes of heaving breaths and pebbles scattering beneath your feet. you noticed one of the men walking slowly through the park's weaving pathways.

tangerine ran a hand through his hair, "we got nowhere to go."

you felt your palms getting sweaty as you tried raking your brain of what to do. tangerine looked just as clueless as you. the park had one entrance and the two of you were trapped in the corner.

"kiss me."

"what?" tangerine asked incredulously.

"pda, it uh-" you stammered, "it makes people uncomfortable."

a nervous chuckle escaped his lips but you couldn't miss the way his tongue poked out between his lips, "i'm not-"

before your mind could process your movements you were shoving tangerine by the shoulders and forcing him to sit down on the park bench. as if it was the most natural action in the world, you placed your knees on either side of his legs and sat on his thighs. leaning down you pressed your lips against his. your hands trailed up the back of his neck and into his now loose curls. you noted how tangerine didn't seem to move at first until it was like he suddenly came to life and his hands gripped at your hips.

tangerine's mind was spinning. he'd never dare to admit but he dreamed of this. the way your lips slotted perfectly into his, the feeling of your heart thumping against his chest, your nails gently gliding against his scalp, the feeling of your weight on him.

the kiss was gentle yet desperate. a kiss so perfect that you only read about it in romance novels. too perfect that you didn't even hear the suited man wielding a gun mutter how disgusting people are these days. his grimacing face going unnoticed as your lips molded to tangerine's. the echo of his footsteps receding faded into the night.

your lungs burned for air but you couldn't bring yourself to pull away. tangerine's cologne clouded your senses with a perfect mixture of cedarwood and green mandarin. his facial hair tickled at your face. you could feel tangerine's thigh flex with the movement of your body. his hands cradled your frame, your shirt slightly bunched in between his fingers. it pained you to pull away but you lost the ability to breathe.

your eyes fluttered in a sense of disbelief but also awe as tangerine's eyes bounced around your face. he noted the way your chest rapidly rose and fell, but for him, his breathing paused. he took in the way your lips were slightly swollen and glistening, the vanilla lip balm you applied earlier now transferred to his lips. your shirt now lopsided on your shoulders from him gripping your sides. though only one lamp lit the bench the two of you were perched on, tangerine could still see the pink flush dancing across your cheeks. gently, he raised his hand and brushed his thumb across your bottom lip, already missing the kiss.

if pda made people uncomfortable, tangerine wanted the whole world to feel unsettled.

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