#ich fick eine chick und sie trägt nur tennissocken

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⟢ make you never wanna leave .ᐟ

you had been distant all day, sharp words and icy stares cutting through every interaction. dey played along at first, teasing and grinning like usual, but by the end of practice, his patience had worn thin. the room was thick with unspoken tension, the air charged and heavy as dey paced in front of you, jaw tight and eyes dark with restrained frustration. he hadn't said a word since dragging you back to his room, but the way his fingers flexed at his sides spoke volumes.

you stood your ground, arms crossed, refusing to look at him- the silence feels deafening until his patience finally snaps.

"you want to tell me what the fuck that was about?" he asked, voice low, rough around the edges.

you turned your head, refusing to meet his gaze, “what? i didn’t do anything."

but he wasn't buying it. his fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "don't lie to me. you've been acting like you hate me all day, like i’m the problem. tell me."

you hesitated, but his thumb brushed over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. when you still didn't answer, his chuckle was dark, humorless. "oh, so we're playing the silent game now? fine." he stepped away again, the heat radiating off him in waves. "you wanna act like i don't see right through you?" his tone was mocking, taunting, designed to make you crack.

your fists clenched at your sides, but you still refused to meet his gaze. "unbelievable," he muttered, his fingers raking through his hair. he leaned in, voice low and biting. "you're jealous, aren't you?”

you huffed, eyes fixed on the floor, "does it matter?"

"yeah, it does. you've been a real pain today," he said, his voice low, smooth, yet laced with irritation. "snapping at me, ignoring me, rolling your eyes at every damn thing i say." he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "so?"

your heart raced as you avoided his gaze, your arms hugging your middle like they could shield you from the intensity of his presence. "it's nothing," you repeated, the words sounding weak even to your own ears.

"nothing?" His chuckle was dark, dripping with disbelief. "you think i'm that stupid?" another step closer, and now he was towering over you, his fingers brushing your chin to force your eyes onto his. "look at me and say that again."

you tried to hold his gaze, but the fire in his eyes was too much. you broke, exhaling sharply, your shoulders slumping. "fine," you snapped. "i didn't like the way she was all over you. happy now?"

his smirk spread slowly, dangerously, his thumb now tracing the curve of your jaw. "so that really was what this is about?" his voice dropped, the teasing edge softening into something darker, sultrier. "you are jealous?"

you huffed, trying to turn your head, but he held you firm, his lips ghosting over your ear. "you could've just said so, baby. i would've reminded everybody right then and there who i belong to."

your cheeks burned, and you tried to pull away, but he was faster, his arms wrapping around your waist, holding you firmly in place. "baby, if you think for one second that anyone else could get to me like you do, you've got it all wrong."

his lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm against your skin. "you're the only one who can drive me this crazy, the only one who gets under my skin like this." his voice dropped lower, sultry and commanding- a husky whisper, dripping with confidence and reassurance.

before you could respond, he pressed you down onto the bed, his hands spreading your thighs apart with practiced ease. "let me show you, pretty," he purred, lips trailing down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp. your breath hitched as he nipped at your skin, his voice a low growl against your ear. he pulled back, his gaze heavy-lidded but burning with intent. "let me show you how proud i am to be yours."

he didn't rush, savoring every gasp and shiver, making sure you felt every inch of his devotion. "you have no idea what you do to me," he murmured, eyes locked on yours as his hips rolled against you. "i'm yours, angel. every part of me."

he moved with maddening precision, each thrust slow and deliberate, his hips grinding against yours with a steady rhythm that had you trembling beneath him. "no one else could make me feel like this," he growled, his hands gripping your hips possessively.

"only you, baby. always you."

your nails dug into his shoulders, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer, and he groaned in response, pressing his forehead to yours. "that's right. let me hear you. let me feel how much you need me."

his pace quickened, every movement drawing out another broken moan as he pushed you closer to the edge. "you own me," he rasped, his voice ragged and filled with raw desire. "heart, mind, body- all yours."

"i’ll remind you every day, every second. you're gonna learn, baby. every. single. time."

he keeps thrusting into you, sharp and deliberate, a loud moan escapes you, followed by his low, satisfied chuckle. "that's what i thought. are you regretting all that attitude now?"

but regret is the last thing on your mind as he sets a punishing rhythm, every snap of his hips punctuated by a growled reminder: "this is where you belong- beneath me, begging for more. only you."

you're trembling under him, hands grasping at nothing as he drives you closer to the edge, his cocky smirk never faltering. he leans down, lips brushing your ear. "come on, baby, let me hear it. say you're sorry."

you swallowed hard, your pride warring with the overwhelming sensation coursing through you. his hands gripped your hips tighter, anchoring you to him as he set a punishing rhythm, each thrust designed to pull you apart.

"i-" you choked out, your voice faltering.

he groaned, lips brushing your jaw as he whispered,

"come on, angel. i want to hear it." his teeth grazed your earlobe, his breath hot against your skin. "say the words, and i'll make you feel even better."

your hands clawed at his back, your body trembling beneath him, the tension building unbearable. "i'm sorry," you finally gasped, the confession spilling from your lips in a breathless rush. "i'm sorry, dey."

his pace faltered, just for a moment, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "that's my girl," he murmured, his tone dripping with approval. his hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider for him as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

"see?" he breathed against your mouth, his voice softer now but no less commanding. "that wasn’t so hard, was it?"

you whimpered in response, lost in the way he moved against you, the way he filled you completely. his forehead pressed to yours, his eyes locked on yours as he slowed his pace, his thrusts deep and deliberate.

"let me remind you," he rasped, his lips ghosting over yours, "how much i love being yours, how no one else could ever compare to you."