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He is so darn pretty♡ Look at those eyes! Like goddammit! Tan pinche bonito♡♡ Xochiquétzal really did blessed our boy♡♡♡
I MEAN IT LOOKS OBVIOUS THAT I EDITED SEAN PAUL AND MEGHAN TRAINOR OUT BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE!!
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He was so cute!😂♡ Look at those cachetotes
THIS IS SO GOOD I- HAJJSD THIS IS GONNA BE ZABDIEL’S SONG I CAN FEEL IT
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clingy || chris velez
word count: 1,316
description: Chris gets home from tour and is incredibly clingy with you
warnings: LOTS OF FLUFF!
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tags: @quierick @mepuserojito @ericks-mala-actitud @woowoodaaboo
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Your eyes flutter open, coolness from the AC hitting your face, but warmth encapsulating you. Bright white rays of morning sunlight streak into your bedroom happily, as if trying to greet you upon waking up. The smell of cologne seems to enter your nose next, making you realize why the morning seems so happy and warm.
When you roll your head to the side, you find your boyfriend’s, Chris’s, perfect sleeping face nuzzled up into the pillow and you. One of his arms is wrapped around your body, the other holding your free hand gently on his chest. Your head is placed on his chest, which you have come to decide is much more comfortable and comforting than a pillow, since a pillow doesn’t have a heartbeat. One of your favorite things is to listen to the sound of his heartbeat before you go to sleep. Every time you bring up this small thing to Chris, his response is “because it beats for you.”
You squeeze his fingers absentmindedly in admiration, before gently trying to peel yourself away from him to go surprise him with a welcome home breakfast, since he just got home from tour. However, before you can even completely sit up, his grip tightens around you, and you are gently yanked back into his chest.
“Cinco minutos más, hermosa.” The raspiness of his voice in the morning makes his accent thicker. Even in his dazed state, he knows how much you love the Spanish pet names he calls you, causing your heart to skip a beat at the use of the word. You didn’t realize how much you missed this, these kind of mornings, him, until he got back from tour last night.
“Quiería hacerte desayuno,” You whisper, glancing up at him. This only causes his grip to grow tighter, eyes staying shut.
“Puede esperar,” He mumbles causing to giggle. To this, the corners of his mouth twitch upwards. He can’t help it, the sound of your laugh makes something in him stir. It’s a sound that could make him smile even in the darkest of times.
To this, you turn your body more into his side, snuggling yourself into him. Your body fits into his like a glove, as if you were made for each other, which you both believe you were. Always, you both tease each other over who is really the lucky one in the relationship, but you both truly do know you are both the lucky ones because love like this comes once in a lifetime.
His fingers find there way up under your shirt, gently beginning to draw small smoothing circles on your back. One thing about Chris is that he is a very touchy person, which is odd since you were not touchy before you met him nor are you touchy now, just with him. His favorite thing is to trace patterns on your skin or play with your fingers when he’s stressed out and venting to you. In order to relax him, you trace the patterns of the tattoos on his arms, something you’ve grown to love immensely. Even when you’re just cuddling or talking, you’re snuggled into each other, and you are tracing the patterns on his arms as he rotates them to give you access to different ones. Before you met him, you never thought you’d like a guy with tattoos or piercings, and neither did your mother, but he proved you both wrong, so so wrong.
After a few minutes of lying there, you smile up at him again.
“Babe, I’m hungry, let’s go make breakfast together.” He grunts in response, causing you to giggle again. This causes a small smile to work it’s way onto his face as he releases his death grip on you. You wiggle your way out of his arms, placing your feet on the cold wood floor. When you turn around to sneak a peek at him, you find his brown orbs already gazing at you. A warmth appears on your cheeks as you been to feel like a school girl again, all giggly at the sight of her love.
“Damn, I missed this so much.” He exclaims as you make your way over towards the bathroom to freshen up. Another giggle escapes your lips as you glance back at him quickly.
“I know right, my personal heater is back and I couldn’t be more thankful.” This makes him chuckle as you begin to shut the door to the bathroom, shooting him a grin before you do.
Once you’re done freshening up, you slip back out of the bathroom, finding Chris still lying in bed. Your feet pad across the floor as you walk over towards his side of the bed, but as soon as you get near him, his hands suddenly launch out, latching onto your waist and throwing you onto the bed. A scream escapes you as your back hits the bed, Chris pinning you down with his arms as he gets on top of you.
The bubbly laughter leaving your lips is enough to make Chris’s heartbeat race 200 bpm as he watches you, an uncontrollable bright grin finding it’s way onto his features. Once you finally stop laughing, you smile lovingly up at him, causing a slight pinch in his chest from his heartstrings.
“Good morning, nena.”
“Good morning, Chris.” You practically whisper, smiling up at him. Chris often wonders how he ever got the chance to date you. You’re so beautiful, it literally choked him up when he first met you. Zabdiel had to introduce him since he couldn’t get a single word out. Once known as a womanizer, he could smoothly talk to any lady he wanted, but with you, simply saying hello seemed to become an extremely difficult task. Every time you even glanced at him, his brain turned to completely jelly, and even now, he is putty in your hands.
“Go freshen up and I’ll start breakfast.” You say, gazing up at your absolutely amazing boyfriend. He nods, standing up off the bed and offering you a hand to take, which you do, to pull you to your feet.
Once you get into the kitchen, you begin by first placing a pan on the stove, then getting bacon out to put on it. When you do so, you begin beating the eggs in a bowl with some cream to make them extra tasty. You barely have time to begin to beat them when two hands wrap around your waist as Chris’s body comes flush against your back. His head rests gently on your shoulder as if just watching what you’re doing.
Actually, pretty much the entire time you make breakfast, his arms are around your waist, just gently standing behind you. It hits you as you’re finishing up the eggs and bacon that the entire time, you’ve been smiling down at breakfast foods like Martha Stewart would do.
Spinning around in his arms, you hand him a plate, which he happily takes, then leads you over to the family room couch to eat instead of the dining room table. When you give him a questioning look, he simply shrugs.
“I just want to sit next to you.” Your body seems to heat up at his words, heart becoming full. And just like that, side-by-side, you sit and eat, stealing quick glances at each other every so often. Finally, when you both finish eating, you ask the question you’ve been waiting to ask.
“Why are you so clingy today?”
“I don’t know, I just really missed you; your touch, your presence, you in general. I just don’t ever want to let you go.” The immense love you feel for this man sitting next to you is unmatched by anyone. He could make you or break you easily, but for the feelings you have now, that’s a risk you’re willing to take.
What can I say about his voice there’s nothing I can come up with no words to describe how perfect it is. All I can say is that I adore Joel Pimentel
That’s what created the king of salt
Dedicated to all the salty people
These boys killed this
Me everytime I hear Richard's high note in "Pretend"🤤😍
