⛦ minti sulky corner

@mark lee she allows herself to go pliant as you gently worked your way past her clothes, embarrassed but incredibly trusting of you to care for her, given all the time they've spent together by then. she makes a small sound of disapproval when her undergarments do come out mismatched — black for her top and a laced white for the bottoms, it was this alongside the fact that she was so bare that she quickly comes back into hiding, mass of blonde hiding into your shoulder as her hands smoothed down your torso and along the slopes of your waist. pretty, makie..?

he's careful with you as he always is, ensuring each touch and act provids you with the comfort and assurance that you more than deserve. with that he tugs at the hem of your top and drags it up your torso, gently urging your arms ip so he can pull the fabric over your head. he sets the piece of clothing down beside him and then works at your shorts, dipping his fingers under the waistband to pull it down. whatever you wear, i'll still think you're beautiful.

okay... winter squirms once more before she finally unfurls her hands around your own to let you to as you pleased - relocating her palms to rest over the expanse of your chest, instead. she's fully turned towards you by that point, beet red face hidden into your shoulder. i don't /// i don't think i'm wearing matching ones today..

the tips of his digits graze against your clothed abdomen in a comforting touch, jaw tilting for his lips to press against your temple to grant you a gentle kiss. of course i will. he speaks softly, adoration dripped into into each consonant.

the tip of her nose brushes along the slope of your jawline as she'd bring your hand up towards her lap, nestled over her tummy, two hands still encasing your own. there's an obvious hitch in her breath in response to your hushed request, face heating as she squirmed in the slightest. will you help me..?

he chuckles knowingly, soft laughter under his breath as his fingers curl around the the side of your hand. mm, not a shower. but i still wanna see you with your shirt and pants off. is that okay?

hmp. she squints at you in playful warning before her focus shifts to the hand cupped at her thigh, lithe digits slowly occupying the same space as she takes your hand in both of hers, instead - lightly fumbling mainly to distract herself. sh.. shower.

hm? my palm sets itself around your thigh in an almost possessive act, fingers tapping against the surface. say it.

teasing me!!

that - uggh ////

she responds with a low grumble, legs layering right over your knees to have you close close close

yeah, and what bout it? :>

you just want me to say it, you menace

settles in the sit next to you and leans to nudge the tip of my nose against your cheek. tell me, princess.

ayyee,, you know!

i wanna knoooow.

come sit with me?

it's nothingg

tell me, baby.

nothing! //

hm?

show?

nvm

s,, sh,, ////show-

hug? kiss?

i'm here! sorry i made you look for me :c

i was just sad cause you poofed.

i know, but i missed you.

sorry, makie :( are you angry?

i shriveled like a raisin