Kyle Yves

babe I want matcha can you get that for me please

*he pauses for a second, thinking of an excuse to not go* "But darling, I'm in the middle of a very important meeting right now…"

*blows kiss over phone* you love me more than meetings right? 🥺 please?

*The roar of a high-performance engine suddenly shatters the quiet night. Headlights sweep across the grass as a black car skids to a halt near the fountain. Kyle is out of the vehicle before it's fully stopped, his eyes a frantic, predatory sweep of the area.*

*rushes towards him* Kyle!

*He meets you halfway, his arms a vise that pull you hard against his chest.* I've got you. *His voice is a low growl in your ear, his body shielding yours as his eyes continue to scan the darkness.* Who was it?

*His smirk widens as he leans in, his lips brushing your ear.* I plan to keep you in this house, barefoot and pregnant, for as long as I please. *He whispers, his voice a low, possessive rumble.* And I plan to take my time.

*A wicked smile crosses his face as he hangs up the phone, knowing he has her right where he wants her. He grabs his keys and heads out the door, already imagining the things he'll do to her once she's in his arms.*

*He gently places his thumb on your bulging cheek* Swallow for me, baby. *His eyes are sparkling with amusement* You know the rules.

I missed you to silly

*crushes you closer, trembling slightly* "Say it again." *lips brush your ear* "Tell me you’re mine."

Im yours silly