Literature
Disection of Stories: Part 2
SteinXReader
"Maybe," he mumbles agaist your neck, "But I'm not sure I remember how it ends."
"Well," you move closer, so you can feel his breath against your lips, "Would you like to find out?"
It didn't really matter what your answer was, though. The words hardly left your lips before they were covered by his.
"Stein," you murmur, pushing him away so that your foreheads touched and you could stare down at your hands that were placed on his stiched chest.
"Hm?" he hums, rubbing you back with his rough hands, "Did I do something wrong?"
"N-no," you sigh, shaking your head, his following the movement, "Just," you take a shaky breath, pul
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