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            “Yeah but you like me for my amazingly good looks and because I’m great in bed.” he teased, 100% joking because he knew she understood his sense of humor and wouldn’t think he was actually that conceited. When she kissed him a small smiled spread across his lips, using his thumb to softly brush against her cheek, pecking her mouth once more before a breathless chuckle left him. “I mean I’m not going to stop you if that’s what you want.” he spoke playfully, a wink being thrown her way as he placed a loose strand of brunette hair behind her ear, going in for yet another slow, gentle kiss. 

            Toni rolled her eyes at her boyfriend, but she knew he was joking, and she appreciated that he knew he was great, it saved her from having to stroke his ego too much. “You’re right, honestly.” She chuckled and she let herself slip into him, forgetting about twitter and the mean comments she was getting about herself from people who didn’t know her. All that mattered was him. “You won’t stop me from complimenting you? I’m shocked.” She giggled, her eyes sliding closed again when he kissed her gently. She let her lips linger on his for a long moment before pulling away and shaking her head. “That’s stopping me.” She pointed out, unlocking her phone and typing out a quick tweet about just how handsome and amazing her boyfriend was. She didn’t even let him look at it, she just tweeted it and smirked at him. “Now... where were we?”

all of you, gabe. i remember all of you. her words lit up a flame inside of him, burning his entire being down to the ground with the very same all consuming love he’d felt for her since he was fucking thirteen years old. it might have seemed extreme, because back then he knew fuck all about what being in love meant, and when he was sixteen he’d gone and gotten himself a girlfriend. and he’d loved her too. but never in the same way he loved ginny. everything else seemed dull compared to her and what she made him feel. and now, it seemed as though he was still sleeping on the couch and dreaming because never in a million years could he have guessed that she’d barge into his apartment saying she remembers him and kissing the living daylights out of him. never in a million years. at this point he’d lost all hopes of ever becoming more than a friend to her. and for the most part, that was okay with him. the only thing he wanted was for her to be happy. even if she never decided to leave florida again, he would have accepted it. it would have killed him but he would’ve accepted it if it meant she was going to have a happy life. right now, though, it seemed as though there was no point in filling his head with such thoughts because there she was clinging to him just like he was clinging to her and her heavenly lips were pressed to his and nothing was erasing the smile on her face as his fingers dug into her waist, kissing her some more before pulling away softly and reluctantly, resting his forehead against hers and looking into her eyes breathlessly. “why did you kiss me?” he asked, not in any tone that could make it sound like he didn’t want it, instead his voice was soft and kind, gentle, simply needing to hear the words coming from her mouth. any sort of admittance that told him he had a chance to make her as happy as he’d wanted to make her his whole damn life.

she thought maybe she’d broken him, at first, because as much as kissing him felt like heaven, she didn’t know if he really liked her, or if he liked her at all anymore. things could have very easily changed while she’d had amnesia. but she knew somehow that he did still care, this wasn’t some lingering childhood crush of his playing out through the way he kissed her, she just felt it, felt that he maybe even loved her. it was especially clear when their eyes met and she almost felt like she couldn’t breathe for a moment. “i--uh.” she took a deep breath and pulled away from him slightly, her hands still in his hair but she needed to not be so close to those lips or she’d just kiss him instead of talking. “when i couldn’t remember you i, uh, kind of had a crush on you, i guess? you were so damn understanding and kind to me. and then when it all started coming back at home i just... i pieced together ten years of you being that damn nice to me. i realized that the reason i never had a really serious relationship is that no one i’ve ever dated made me feel as special as you did. i just... i realized that what i thought was platonic love isn’t...” she looked at him, really looked at him for a long moment. “i kissed you because it felt right after all of the times i didn’t tell you i had a crush on you in middle school and high school. i kissed you for all of the times you held me when i cried over boys. and i kissed you for the time i think you almost said you loved me just before my accident. i love you, gabriel fernandes. and not like i love my brothers or nate. i think i’ve been in love with you for a while now and i just didn’t know how to put it all together.”

“okay but babe…. you said you’d come…” savannah pouted. “you know what.. nevermind… do what you want.”

“yeah and then something came up.” cain sighed when she pouted at him. “don’t be upset with me, okay? 

         He kissed her neck and her entire body felt alive, making her giggle and tightening her grip around his much bigger frame as he walked them both to the elevator. Pressing the button that would lead them to the ninth floor, her eyes fell on his once more, little hands tangling in his hair as a dumb smile appeared on her face, teeth digging onto her plump bottom lip. And the doors closed. And they were alone. “Am I getting you back right now? Are you mine again?” she asked softly, resting her forehead against his as she felt her heart about to beat right out of her chest. But she stayed in his arms with her legs around him, as close to him as humanly possible. “I love you, Tyler. Always have, always will.”

          TJ held tightly onto her as she pushed the button to call the elevator, and he pushed her against the wall when the doors opened. Her tight little body was wrapped around his and pressed against him. The doors closed behind him and he looked into her beautiful eyes. “Yeah, yeah you are. I’m fucking yours, Em” He murmured to her, kissing her lips quickly because he could now. He could kiss her and no one could stop him and that was so damn important to him. “I love you too, Emma. I’m never going to stop loving you. I never have stopped.”

         “That’s so nice to hear, always work to better yourself, honey. I believe in your potential somewhere in there.” she teased, playfully pointing at his chest with her perfectly manicured index finger before laughter erupted from her pretty little mouth. Blue’s smile only grew bigger as his lips were pressed to her cheek, making her blush slightly as she ran a hand through her dark hair. “I’m no pussy, dear Jordan. I’m going to take this like the brave little champ I am.” she said, shoulders back to make her seem bigger before she dropped herself onto her couch, patting the spot next to her so he’d do the same. “You might trust your subbies but I certainly don’t trust mine. They all seem to think we should date, I don’t trust horny teenagers not to want me to throw myself into your arms.” she joked with a playful roll of her eyes. “As you can see, the camera’s already set up, so should we tweet and go get some snacks while the questions and dares start coming?” she asked, resting her head on his lap as she laid down flat on the sofa. 

          Jordan rolled his eyes, but he chuckled anyways. She looked beautiful, even when she was teasing him. “Damn right you’re gonna take this like a champ.” He agreed, nodding enthusiastically as she sat down on the couch and he followed, sitting next to her with a grin. “Mine want us to date too, but that just makes me excited. I can’t wait for them to make you throw yourself into my arms.” He grinned, running his fingers through her long hair as she laid her head down on his lap. “Yeah, let’s tweet, then get food.” He agreed, pulling his phone out of his pocket and sending out a tweet to his followers to get them to send in dares and questions. 

            Keke had been so good to him since they’d moved to Minnesota, and saying that he wasn’t left completely satisfied even if they were going at her pace would’ve been a lie. Because he loved her more than life, and with a body like that how could she not please him? Now, though, she’d overstepped her boundaries and he took it upon himself to show her what happened when he wasn’t happy with her behavior. He tasted her need for him in her core, heard how much she adored him in every breath and loud moan she made, heard the lust and the pain and the pleasure in how she screamed when he slapped down on her ass, and he was rock hard, needing to be balls deep inside of her as soon as possible. All in due time, he reminded himself. She said the words and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her folds as his tongue lapped freely at every inch of her spot, swirling around her clit before he was sucking on it harshly, slapping her bright red ass cheek again. Two fingers entered her without any real warning and he started pumping them in and out of her, a look of pure concentration on his face as his free hand squeezed her ass, separating her cheeks for better access as his fingers fucked her at a vigorous, deep, hard pace. “Say it again, princess. Say you’re thankful for your punishment.”

            Kelyn whimpered at the male’s fucking tongue working her soaked core, and she realized just how absolutely desperately she needed him. She was so fucking in love with this man that she didn’t know what she was supposed to do except literally anything he wanted her to do. She was at his mercy. Worst of all, neither of them were all that patient. She didn’t mind it most of the time, but right now she knew he wasn’t going to do anything quickly just to torture her. Just to teach her a lesson. When he groaned, she felt it all the way into her chest, her cheeks burning even as her face pressed into their mattress. “Fuck.” She cried out when his fingers were pushed into her. She could barely breathe as his fingers fucked her at a ridiculous pace. She wasn’t even sure she could speak, she didn’t know that she could thank him for the punishment he was giving her. She tried, unsuccessfully, and she gripped onto the sheets under her tiny body. “Thank you, daddy. Thank you for punishing me. I deserve it.” She managed to get out finally, and she pushed herself back, fucking herself onto his fingers, so wet that she thought she might be dripping down her damn thighs at this point.