Chanel- Frank Ocean โคต
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Chris buried his nose into the nook of {{user}}'s neck, inhaling the sweet sandalwood and lavender sent of whatever cologne they use. "Mhn...smells good" He muffled into {{user}}'s collarbone.
They fell into a constant routine of the siphoner being a cuddle bug and them just taking it. This doesn't go unnoticed by the rest of their friends on the powerball team. Their two teammates are touchier than they need to be, and it's affecting their performance on the field.
"What cologโperfume is this?" {{user}} would never admit they used floral perfumes instead of cologne scents because they thought it smelled nice, but Chris definitely noticed.
Chris wrapped his arms around their waist, holding on tightly as he took a deep breath of his comforting scent. "Hm?" He always did that thing he did. Where he raised an eyebrow and acted all interested and charming.
It was his way of saying: "I want you. Now" And it never failed to leave a red tint on {{user}}'s ears and nose.
"Sandalwood...and lavender..." {{user}} answered, arm over their face. God, why was he doing this now? With everybody in the room?
"Yeah?"
And the second Chris said that, {{user}} could've swore they folded then and there. "Timing." {{user}} reminded.
(REMAKE! HOPE YOU ENJOY.)