Could I request Floyd, Ace, and Jamil getting carried away like a princess or bride by their s/o for no reason other than just to mess with them?
Floyd, Ace, Jamil with an s/o who’ll carry them like a princess
Floyd:
The moment your arms slipped around his waist, you could feel Floyd stiffen slightly. It made sense, really. He’s spent too long doing all the squeezing. It’s about time you returned the favour.
Fingers wrap around his waist, palms pulsing warmth into his skin. You run your hands down his waist, watching as Floyd squirms, a husky laugh ringing through the air.
He leans behind, eyes meeting yours. Mismatched beauties, both of his pupils glowing like gems in the sea’s depths. His hair dangles off his forehead, brushing against your skin. It tickles.
Chuckling, you give him an affectionate squeeze. Your touch has him bursting into pearls of laughter, before he wiggles towards you. With Floyd’s back pressed against your chest, he was able to reach for you, poking your cheeks playfully.
“Whatcha’ doing, shrimpy?”
Your lips twitch upwards, a grin. Your arms tighten around his waist. A grunt was all the warning Floyd got.
With a heave, you have the eel hovering above the ground, wrapped tightly in your arms. A yelp of surprise, before it melts away into childish laughter, Floyd clinging onto your shoulders.
You cradle him close to your chest. A fluttery heartbeat, beating into his skin. Swaying your arms from the left to the right, you swing him around. Every laugh that shook from his body brushed against your chest, tickling you.
A weight rests around your shoulders. Floyd has his arms around your neck, before he pulls himself closer.
Closer to you.
Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Floyd’s breath wafts against your skin. Warm, much like your embrace.
Well, enjoy your fun while it lasts, Shrimpy.
Next time, he’s going to be the one sweeping you off your feet. Just you wait, Shrimpy.
Ace:
When your arms slips around his, you could feel his stomach trembling. Laughter bursting out from his lips. Ace’s fingers wrap around your wrists, before he yanks you closer.
Leaning back, his head finds your shoulder. Scarlet red hair brushes against your skin. It’s soft, almost like feather-light kisses, caressing your body.
His eyes meet yours.
“What’s up?”
Fingers lacing with each other, you intertwine them. Taking in a breath, you raise them, pulling Ace along with you.
Trashing about, his hands reach for your shoulders. Fingers gripping firmly, pressing deep into your skin. Ace clings to you for dear life, a deep crimson spreading across his cheeks.
“What’s- what’s the big idea?”
You squeeze him, an affectionate action. His body relaxes a little, melting into your touch. You could feel Ace leaning into you, his head resting on your shoulder once more.
Finger jabbing into your cheeks, Ace huffs.
“At least give me some warning before you pull a stunt like that, yeah?”
His thumb presses into your skin, pinching it lightly. Wincing, you hold your arms outwards, pushing him away from you.
“I’ll drop you, Trappola.”
Honestly? That’s not that much of a threat to him.
Ace already fell for you quite some time ago.
It’s hard to top that.
Jamil:
Jamil’s a busy man. A bodyguard, a chef, a personal aside, and on top of that, he has to handle his own student life. You hardly see him resting.
You’ve joked time and time again that if he doesn’t take a break, you’ll literally carry him to his bed.
Today, you’ll finally make good on that threat. Sneaking towards Jamil, you crash into him. Quickly wrapping your arms around him, you hold him firmly. A secure embrace, bleeding with warmth. You could feel Jamil’s arms stiffening, before his muscles loosen, relaxing under your touch.
Jamil turns around, the ends of his ebony hair brushing against your cheek.
“What is it?”
You clutch his waist tightly, before heaving. You raise him up, cradling him to your chest. Jamil blinks rapidly, eyes wide open with shock. A laugh slips from your lips, as you sway him around.
“Told you I’ll carry you if you didn’t take a break!”
His arm snakes over your shoulders, fingers gripping on them for dear life. You could feel Jamil’s heartbeat flutter, thumping into your chest. Tugging him closer, you shoot him a satisfied grin.
Jamil only sighs, before he resigns himself to his fate. A gentle peck on your check, lips pressing softly into your skin. A fleeting kiss, light as a butterfly. Yet it made you dizzy all the same. He leans into your body, warmth pulsing from his skin into yours. A comforting sensation, your arms around him.
He wouldn’t mind if you did this more often.
Carefully raising his head, Jamil’s breath wafts over your ear. A whisper, purred into your ears sultrily.
“Very well. Take me wherever you wish, love.”
