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[mrsoharaa]

You look at him in revolt, watching the lanky, buff soft brunette of a man take a bite out of his pineapple covered pizza with such a carefree, delightful contentment.

Your brows knit tightly together, cringing as you watch his wide, broad shoulders immediately relax to the bite of his disgraceful slice of dough.

He catches your leering glare, snickering gently at the horrid look your were shooting at him. Directly.

"What?" he swallows his mouthful, hovering the small half of his pizza over his lap, shifting slightly on your bed.

"That is such a discrace, Miguel" you cringe more, noting the last little slice of pineapple sitting at the edge of his crust.

"Each is to their own, mi amor" he smiles wittily, raising the half consumed slice of pizza in his hand, leaning forward closer towards you, teasingly. Chuckling at the way you would squirm and chant at him for doing such a vile thing in front of you.

"Miguel! s-stop! that's gross!" you couldn't help the little bursts of giggles pooling out from your lungs, feeling his hefty weight gradually, carefully, topple over your lap. Munching on his last slice, dreadfully slowly, humming in a taunting, playful manner.

You snort with a eye roll, smacking him at the back of his shoulder, the sound of his pleased laughter filling your ears. Making your heart swell in the space of your chest.

He shortens his laughing, tender irises of warm cardinal meeting your own gaze, slowly trailing down to the little remnants of pizza sauce clinging at the corner of your pretty lips.

Smiles more gracefully, sits upright momentarily, as he reaches over to swipe away at the little mess peppering over your silky, warm skin. His focus around your lips intent and entirely deadpanned, until he catches your bashful gaze studying his notions. His lips curl even more so coyly, earnestly.

The pad of his thumb carefully glides over the tiny mess along the corner of your full lips. Gingerly traces over along the flush of the tender, plump flesh with a slow, lingering touch. His eyes never leaving yours as he does so.

You felt your heart rampage feverishly against your chest, pupils dilated widely as your hands crumble at the comforting sheets of your bed. His infamous, low chuckle reverberating against your eardrums.

Leans in more closely to you, pressing his hot, pliable lips onto your own in such a delicate, prolong manner. Stays connected with your soften flesh for a good few moments, not wanting to part away from the sweet taste of them.

And when he finally decides to pull away from your gaping, plush skin - his soft, lulling eyes subtly fall down onto yours. Breathes out a low, husk breath as he grins slyly to the imminent flush glowing onto your cute face.

"Does it taste gross, mi corazón?" he mockingly toys, swiftly, pliantly grazing the callous flesh of his digit along your warm, supple skin. Thoroughly enjoying the adorable fluster permeating amongst your stunned expression.