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JUNO, YOU KNOW! k. nanami
â sum. last thing nanami would expect was to get struck by a âfatalâ love curse during the very end of no nut november. you tease him even more by saying one of you is cuteâŚ.but two though?
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warnings. fem! reader, husband! nanami, unprotected, sÄx pollen, mentions of pregnancy, fluffy smut <3, handcuffs, brÄeding, cunnÄŤlingus, him finishing too quick, cowgirl, praise, soft dom! nanami, cÄrvix mentions, size kink, he's soooo whipped n in love w youuu, (bless his dad's genetics), boob obsessed nanami, aftercare, petnames.
an. my entry for @luv-lies's yummy nnn collab! â¤ď¸
november 29th, 2024. 6:09 P.M.
december was right around the corner - but oh, was nanami kento fuckinâ screwed.
ânanamin!â satoruâhis colleague hollered, speedily rushing over to him. theyâd just defeated an unarmed A-cursed spirit unlike any theyâd ever seen before. it was quite strong, but it was nothing the pair couldnât handle. satoru glances down, extending out his hand. nanami grunts, swiping a hand over his sweat-glossed forehead before sighing. heâs a bit roughed up but takes satoruâs cold palm with an irked grumble. âyou alright? that was quite the hard hit.â
â âm fine, gojo,â he grouses, readjusting his glasses. with a swift hand, he fixes his crooked tie. âjust hah- underestimated the opponent. donât fret.â
he wasnât âjust fineâ though. nanami felt his entire body starting to arise with scorching temperature within a matter of seconds. heâs boiling hot- and it felt like his heart was pounding straight out of his chest. perplexed, satoru furrows a snowy brow at his comrade once he notices his awkward body language.
âwhat do you need? tell me- maybe we can-â
nanami was clenching his chest with one hand, panting heavily before letting off a raspy huff.
âi need . . my wife.â
the car ride home was silent.
satoru offered to take him home, wondering just what really happened. nanami was as stubborn as a mule though, so he didnât question it further. heâd rather not get scolded. his head rests against the tented window as he stares outside.
driving through the rutted bumpy roads of tokyo, nanamiâs droopy eyes occasionally drifted away from the bright street lights that merely blinded his naked eye from gazing a bit too long.
as usual, the city was packed, dozens of cars zooming by with the flashy beaming store signs. in the background, some random song was playing. it was popâand of course, satoru was loudly humming along to the catchy poppy melody.
the lyrics were quite . . vulgar though, but nanami still remained quiet, focusing his eyes on the streets.
skrrrrrrrt!
satoruâs breaks eventually come to a stop. it was about maybe a good ten-minute drive and he arrived at you and nanamiâs cozy minka. the light was on so he assumed you were probably still up. placing the rusty shift in the park, the white-haired sorcerer turns to nanami with a cheeky grin.
âtake it easy, alright? âm sure the curse will wear off at some point,â and nanami scoffs once his palm pats his shoulder. reaching for his seatbelt, the blond click it off before unlocking the door. âoh! and tell your wifey i said hi!â
âsure thing, gojo.â nanami stops himself from rolling his eyes, reaching near the backseat to retrieve his dusty suitcase. with a loud vroooom, satoruâs aqua-blue convertible takes off and nanami starts to make his way toward the door.
glancing down, he fishes for his keys in his pocket, grumbling under his breath.
god- he feels so damn hot. even hotter than when the attack occurred..
was this supposed to be normal?
all he knew was that he wanted, no- he needed you.
something in his body . . whatever it was, was direly aching for you.
the entire car ride, nanamiâs mind was entirely flooded with thoughts of you, you, and only you.
whenever he had missions, heâd always think about you, sure. but this time- this time was far, far different.
he felt like he was gonna melt right away if he didnât touch you, if he didnât smell you-
âkenâŚto?â you murmur with a quirked brow, standing behind the tall sliding door. nanami stiffly stood at the doorway, keys still idly in hand with the most dumbfounded look.
oh- he was so kept in his thoughts that he didnât even realize you had already slid the door open.
you looked so pretty though. nanami could feel his face softening once his eyes locked onto you.
it was pretty dark at night but like always, he could make out your gorgeous physique as clear as day. you were actually wearing one of his business shirts with what he hoped were panties underneath once he took a glance between your bare thighs.
his fawn eyes continue to trace down every exposing inch of your skin, and he snaps back into reality once he feels your palm cup his cheek.
âhi, baby. how was the mission?â you hum.
ânot hah- that good,â he pants, and you furrow your brows once he steps inside, sliding the door closed and tossing his suitcase to the floor. it lands with a banging thud, and nanami pulls you into a hug.
a coy smile goes against your lips, wondering why heâs being more clingy than usual, but nanami rests his face right on top of your chest. letting off a smoky sigh, he roughly grumbles, gently rubbing a thumb against your hips. âmmf- i missed you, sweetheart.â
with a soft expression, you comb a few tangled fingers through his blond tresses. âi missed you more.â
âno- i really missed you,â he protests, and you can see a bit of a pout forming against his lips. nanamiâs drowsy eyes trail down at the bit of skin that shows through his shirt. it was a bit loosely oversized, and you smelled just like him. his cologne was good on you. so good.
uh oh- he was starting to feel even more hot.
just resting against your chest had him hearing the repetitively unsteady beats of his heart through each of his sensitive pointed ears. âat the mission today . . i got struck by a curse.â
with a worrying look, your face shifts into a look of concern. âa- are you okay? what happened?â
â âm fine,â he lets out a muffled huff of reassurance. nanami breathes against your skin, sweetly planting kisses against the cotton fabric that shields the entirety of your chest. âi feel really hot though.. everywhere- not just my head,â he speaks once the back of your hand lands on his forehead, checking for a temperature.
indeed, he felt hot.
sepia-colored irises flicker up toward you before he shivers. âwhen you . . touch me, honey- it makes me feel weak. hah- like i feel-â
âaroused?â you finish his sentence, your concerned look slowly disappearing.
oh.
thankfully, it wasnât anything serious . . or was it?
nanami stares at you with a cute head nod being his answer as you press a kiss on his warm forehead. âso was it some type of love curse?â
nanamiâs breath becomes deeper as he takes a minute to formulate words in his overstimulated brain. âm- maybe. all i know is that i just- i want you���i need you,â and he sighs deeply, eyes lowering. âyou look beautiful tonight by the way.â
âitâs still november, baby,â you tease, knowing exactly where he was going with his gruff words. nanami had a feral hungry look in his eyes, and it looked like no other expression of his youâve seen before.
he lets off a frustrated groan at your words, remembering the little âchallengeâ you both agreed on once halloween ended.
ah- âno nut novemberâ.
where men have to apparently abstain from masturbation and cummingâaccording to you, specially for the entire month of november.
not that nanami necessarily minded, he had a pretty good tolerance, actually.
but today, of all days?
he felt like he was about to break. being so close to your proximity had nanamiâs head spinning.
his face - itâs overly flushed. a pretty tint of pink starts to slowly paint his face as he pouts at you.
you donât think youâve ever seen your husband like thisâlet alone pout. âwe made a deal, remember?â you continue, caressing a thumb across his cheek. his chin was still resting on your chest and you could see the frown marinating against his features. âdecember first.â
âbut-â he grunts, watching the smug grin spread across your glossed lips. nanami gets sheepish, tilting his head down. âsweetheart- i know that, but youâre beinâ pretty cruel right now, no?â and you glance down, feeling his lips collide against the skin that briefly exposes your tummy. âdo you always wear my work shirts when iâm not home?â
âyeaaah,â you admit, letting off a tiny snicker. nanami feels your shoulders slacken once you release a single breath, and you stare straight into his eyes.
his eyes however, never left yours, not for a millisecond. as the gaze continued, you could see the beads of sweat starting to race down each side of his forehead.
oh-
maybe the curse was serious. getting an idea you decide to amp up your teasing just a bit. âdo you wanna know what i was doing earlier while wearing your dress shirt?â
nanami places chaste kisses between the valley of your breasts. âuh huh. tell me, wifey.â
âi . . mightâve been playinâ with myself,â you sweetly speak, and he could hear the tease lacing underneath your sentence.
the more you spoke about what you were doing, nanami was starting to feel even hotter-
and the pure image of you touching yourself with his button-front shirt on, engulfed in nothing but his musky cologne made him groan. it was clear you werenât wearing panties. he couldnât help but peek, and sure enoughâyou were going commando.
nanami keeps his lovingly longing gaze and slowly, he raises his head from between your chest, raising a brow as if silently saying, âcontinue.â
with a cheeky smile, you wrap your arms around his torso. âi couldnât make myself finish though. my fingers arenât as long as yours. so, i ended up falling asleep and i had a dream. about . . us.â
âi see,â nanami huskily utters, sinking his head into your left shoulder. you just smelled so so sweet â sweeter ever, and you could see nanami trying to restrain himself. clearing his throat, nanami invades an entire side of your neck with wet, loving kisses. âwhat was the dream, princess?â
now it was your turn for your heart to start racing.
it was quick, beating at such high beats per minute. with an impish expression, you cup his chin and make him face you.
tenderly rubbing a thumb over his lips, you finish what your cute, lewd admission. âiâŚuh- dreamt about you retiring as a sorcerer. or you have a safer job that makes you less stressed. we finally . . settled down, and we um . . ended up having kids.â
âkids, huh,â he whispers, dragging a hand through his blond strands. you could feel his feverish heat radiate against your skin and you were surrounded by his balmy warmth.
he wasnât exaggeratingânanami was truly, truly burning up. the buds on his tongue sizzle each time he takes a fateful second to swallow, salivating the more his eyes focus on you. nanami ponders for a moment silently, and before you know it, heâs picking you up.
you let off a cute surprised gasp, hurling your arms around his neck before watching him sigh. âah- donât get shy, my sweet. keep going.â
nanami continues to walk with you in his arms, going up the creaking, wooden stairs and you run a few fingers down your exposed nape.
âwe . . had about maybe two or three. you even started growing facial hair too,â and nanamiâs grip on your hips softens. he raises a blond brow before trodding inside the quiet bedroom. âyouâd make a good dad though, ken,â you purr, running a finger down his amber-dotted tie. âcould you imagine though? one of me is cute, but two though?â
âhoney-â he cuts off, lying you flat back against the mattress.
with a split-second glimpse underneath the oversized formal shirt you woreâindeed, you werenât wearing any panties. he had to check just one more time.
nanami starts to pant heavily, watching as you playfully lift your leg, throwing it over his shoulder. âis that- is that what you want? to settle down?â
âonly if . . you want to.â you murmur in a soft tone, deeply getting lost in his golden-hour gaze.
nanamiâs eyes were bright, shining with nothing but love and adoration for you - always.
if you squinted just enough, you could see his pupils forming into cute-shaped hearts.
grabbing his hand, you place it on your tummy, sliding it underneath the buttoned shirt.
âi want⌠you,â he huffs, his voice turning from tender to raspy within seconds. nanami leans in and presses his lips against yours. his dimples happily curve forward once you immediately return the gesture, cupping his face with both hands.
right away, nanami moans against your lips as his hot tongue blissfully shoves itself inside your mouth. minty peppermint â itâs exactly what he tasted like, and his cool breath running against your tongue only made him taste sweeter.
nanami couldnât help but roll his hips against you with his sweaty forehead softly pressed on top of yours.
each popping smack of hungry lips got louder, and he heard the faint clanks of his belt shuffling. you slid a hand down, reaching for the middle part of his pants. youâve shared many kisses with nanami, but this one seemed different..
a current of chills ran down your spine as he deepened the passionate kiss as the callused tips of nanamiâs fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
speaking of his shirt thoughâhe just couldnât get over how much his shirt was just prettily glued against your skin.
âgod- this monthâs been torture, sweetheart,â heâd breathe between nearly suffocating kisses.
nanamiâs lungs were full, and heâd sometimes even forget to breathe. such full lungs of his were heaving in and out continuously, desperate for any sort of puffs.
they had to find air, they just had to..
but nanami didnât care about breathing, not when he had his lips ardently locked against yours.
âcouldnât- stop- thinkinâ- âbout- you-â he grunted in a hoarse tone, sweetly sucking against your lolled tongue. its mushy warmth invites him to continue, and you briefly open your lashes to stare straight into a very needy nanamiâs eyes. âhah- you were all i thought about at work today.â
âmhm, breathe, kento,â you whisper, feeling your lips swell the minute he pulls away.
a web of gluey saliva leaves from both sets of puffed lips and he breathes like you said. with a looooong inhale, nanami then exhales before grunting. you simper, tugging on the hem of his beige boxers. âmaybe i can . . help with that curse?â
and you did.
in more ways than one, really.
to be brief, nanami kento was a feral man-
he felt himself turning into a brand new man the second his tongue graciously rolls itself flat against the flatness of your pretty twitching clit.
a sharp gasp winds straight out of your lungs as youâre sat with your legs obtusely spread to a wide degree.
with your hands burying themselves underneath your plushy tits as he devoured youâyou couldnât help but toy with yourself for a bit. moaning, a thumb trails its way down against one of your puckered nipples that poke through the fleecy blue dress shirt.
âk- kentooo.â youâd hum out a whimper, a hand finding its way near the top of his head.
heâs slow⌠badly wanting to savor your sweet taste on his tongue while eating you out like the starved, starved man that he was.
wisping a bundle of fingers through his blond locks, you continue to cup one of your tits with one hand. long, thirsty sluuuurps exited from nanamiâs lips as you watched his head frantically shake from side to side.
your tummy was already seizing, and the heel of your ankle started to guide its way down his back. wet, sloshing noises ricocheted against nanamiâs lips as his eyes periodically averted back towards you.
heâs giving you the âi wanna marry you againâ stare, no doubt. even with his mouth stuffed, nanami kentoâs never felt more in loveâ
maybe this love curse . . pollen, whatever it was was a secret blessing in disguise.
the panicky, racing beats of nanamiâs heart never slowed, and a hand of his then grips your thigh. tenderly, you feel the tip of his tongue dipping its way in ân out â wetly lathering his pink twitching muscle with your sweet slickness.
your eyes remain on him the entire time, getting forevermore lost in his crave-like gaze. âshh- talk later, princess. promise.â he whispers against your cunt, delving his tongue in swerving, wide circles.
those wide circles eventually curve their way into hearts, though. a whine sobs its way from the back of your throat as the grip on his hair tightens.
you felt the scaly, hot of his tongue create the perfect heart . . even spelling out the simple eight letters of âi love you.â
your legs couldnât hold still, they just couldnât- and you could feel the skittish smile forming against his lips, tickling against your pussy.
you were drooling from your entrance, right from the puffy slavering slit down. youâre flooded, soddened with such amounts of dewy dewdrops that form into strings, and in a way though, it was pretty.
nanami was just struck in awe at how much you were just profusely leaking. like the gentleman nanami was though, he lapped it right up. his rose-swollen lips cupped everywhere, smothering the crevices of your sheeny thighs with his many, many kisses.
âr- riiiight there, âken,â youâd mewl out a desperate plea, slowly dragging his head against your cunt. itâs moving around in a hypnotizing circle, but if it was anything that was leaving you in a mere trance of a state, it was his tongue.
nanami explores through every puffy wet corner, sloppily slotting his tongue in between your pudgy folds. he grunts against your throbbing heat, feeling the weight of his impatient boner prodding beneath his cotton-made boxers. âmngh- gonna cum. âm gonna cum, kento.â
âdo it for me,â he soundlessly says, vertically smearing a fat thumb down your slimy pussy.
your entrance was soaked-
tearing away with drooling droplets of slick. every time. he was so enticed that he had to take a minute to just stare at your cuntâadmiring how wet his pretty, perfect girl was - just for him.
nanami was entranced once he moved his face closer. the tip of his button nose then literally starts to drag itself down your sobbing slit and he moans, taking in your natural scent. âhah- câmon, sweetheart. give it tâ me,â and he brings his ring finger right up against your core.
itâs a lanky finger that starts to bedaub against your cunt, feeling you writhe at the sensitive contact.
you whine, feeling his ring finger rub its way against your heat before poking your tongue against your cheek to silence yourself.
as you watch, his digit gets covered with your mess almost immediately, and you shudder at the cold band of his ring toying with your salivating folds. âpretty please-â and oh- heâs begging.
a blond brow of nanamiâs quivers as his lips attach back to your cunt. sticky, glistening strings of arousal rills straight down his forward-pointed chin as he continues to rub the back of his wedding ring against your pulsating clit.
itâs icy cold.. you felt him keep up the pace as the material of the band smears itself around in circles before feeling a coil in your tummy tightening.
the pressure makes you see stars for a hot secondâand youâre met with a bundle of nerves trying to introduce itself to the lower depths of your stomach. â âm cumming!â youâd blurt in a staggering wail.
the crashing wave of endorphins made you exhale a cute sigh as your legs started to get more and more numb.
you felt like you were floating on every single cloud, including cloud nine - especially cloud nine.
nanamiâs tongue still slid its way in between the slot your sappy folds, feeling the cute twitches of your throbbing clit against his bumpy tastebuds as you start to spasm. âfuh- fuck! âken âm sensitive, baby.â and your words turn into a mere hush once your body started to limp its way onto the sheets.
your thighs locked around his neck, and you still had his hair in a firm grasp, digging your fingers deep into his roots and scalp.
with widened doe-eyes, you glance back down toward your husband whoâs merrily licking you clean without a single care in the world.
if the beats of your heart was a car, youâd be speeding.
itâs beating so fast out of your chest that you can barely keep up. your legs felt like mush as your neck finally gave up, collapsing back against your pillow.
âmmh- shouldâve just stayed . . hah- stayed home today,â he grumbles, giving every glossed part of your exposed cunt individual kisses. nanami starts at your pretty clitoral hood, sprightly nibbling at the tender fold of skin. you whine, yanking his head forward before nanami pats your pussy. âcouldâve been playinâ with her a- all day.â
âyouâre here now.â you speak out of breath, pulling his head back up. once you do so, nanami looks at you with the most pussy drunk expression.
his lips were all plump and red, lashes merely sticking together, and glossed sleek streams of slick racing down his chin. nanami leans into your touch, sitting up before leaning in to kiss you.
again- his tongue sloppily carved a wet trail through your mouth, and you moan once you feel the tint of his boner press up against your bare cunt.
heâs so hard, you wondered if it was painful. you swallowed each grunt of his in your mouth, feeling his body hungrily rock against yours.
a few ash tresses stick against his forehead as his lips violently crash onto yoursâcreating an impactful collision.
as dancing tongues swiftly twisted and spiraled around each other in sync, you hear a bit of shuffling again.
nanami's reaching into his boxers, grunting against your lips once he feels the anchoring weight of his heavy cock lie flat against his palm. âm- mhm, sweetheart.â he throatily groans, feeling your hand slip inside of his boxers too.
you feel a lightning-shaped vein shoot down his skin and he grunts. nanami was as sensitive as ever, and with your hands softly tracing circles over his bulky triceps, he knew he was in trouble.
deep, deep trouble..
âitâs okay, âken,â you whisper, letting off a sharp inhale once his fiery hot tip smears its way on your cunt.
itâs almost flat out rude at firstâwith the way it smacks against your folds, creating a wet splash that lands right on his bulbous crown.
from the stout tip thatâs round at all thick corners, nanamiâs leaking.
milky, pearls of whiteness dribble from the fleshy sides of his fat cock and he grunts once he feels your shaky legs caging him in again.
god- you looked so pretty like this..
just laid back, wearing nothing but his business shirt. all the buttons were unbuttoned so nowâit was just you, breasts cutely sprung out and all.
gently grabbing his face once more, you mumble against his flushed temple. âinside, itâs okay. go inside,â and your sweet words were like a chant.
heâs slow-
carefully aligning his maroon tip between your syrupy slit, feeling it clumsily slip out every few thrusts.
you even reached between your legs with a single hand, spreading your pussy open right before his eyes. âdonât be⌠shy, she doesnât bite, kento.â
âhhh.. woman- youâre gonna be the death of me,â nanami gulps, openly staring at the slippery heat stick between your legs.
he didnât know which action had him feeling hotter. your filthy words, you, or the way you spread yourself open for him with just two, cute fingers.
two twinned digits pried your lower lips apart, and he grunts once the swollen head of his cock snugly pops its way past your gummy barrier.
âhngh,â nanami sucks his teeth, pressing his forehead against yours. his palm rests on your tummy before he gives you a tender glance. âis this . . alright?â
chewing on your lip, you moan out a, ây- yeah.â before touching the back of his hand.
nanamiâs face softens before he eases himself further inside, squeezing past that cute ring of your entrance thatâs just always oh-so tight!
nanami was as round as a teddy bear. a few years into your loving marriage you noticed how he started growing a soft bear-type body, especially with the winter rolling around.
not that you minded, he was the perfect subject for cuddling. in this case, though, he was perfect for gradually placing his weight on youâto which you always ended up loved.
with his dress shirt all wrinkled and unkempt thanks to you, nanami sheathed his face inside of your neck. âg- goddd, âs like when iâm inside i feel even hotter.â
the love curse ran through all nanamiâs veins, including invading near his bloodstream and every jabbing axon that continued to pulse through his achingly, hot skin.
eventually through . . after a very long three minutes, his gravelly pants started to turn more and more raspy.
browned eyes of nanamiâs turn tender at your gaze once you grab both sides of his face, rubbing circles around his hollow cheeks with the soft tips of your thumbs. âdonât hide, look at me.â
âheh- yes maâam.â he gruffly whispers, tilting his cheek, leaning into your touch.
nanami was on top of you, glued to you entirely as if both bodies were made of pasty adhesive. with your ankle running down his back, it took everything within him to not moan.
every part â every single part of his body felt insanely sensitive to your touch.
nanami would occasionally bite his lip, finding his eyes rolling upward or even letting off a âphewwwâ just from being a few inches inside of your intoxicating cunt.
as his cockâs driving its way inside at a slow pace, you watch nanamiâs blond brows twist into a furrowing curve.
heâs sucking in every breath that tries to escape from him, groaning at each inch that sloppily disappears between your puffed folds. without even taking a glanceânanami could feel how wet you were, and not only were you preparing to milk him dry, but you were also drowning every girthy inch of his cock with all slick amounts of your pretty mess.
he didnât have to look down because he could just feel â feel your compellingly, vulgar squelches, feel each slosh that sobs between your cunt folds, feel each pulsating throb that would convulse against your clit.
youâre just so damn pretty though..
staring back at him as heâs trying to make his way inside, nanami ends up getting lost in your gummy orifice thatâs desperately clinging onto him as if its life depended on it. itâs almost cute..
âf- fuuck.â youâd whine, tugging at his ruffed-up cerulean collar. peering your eyes a bit, you see a bit of faded lipstick marks that were from you earlier this morning.
you smile to yourself, knowing nanami would always proudly show off those marks to any woman who dared look in his direction.
within a few inches deep, nanamiâs creating an unforgettable gap that stretches your cunt fully open. he keeps his hooded eyes on you, pressing a few encouraging pecks near your plump, kiss-bitten lips.
heâs never felt so hot..
nanami snaps his hips into you once- just once, and he lets off the prettiest moan.
it sounds more like a whineâit pitches a bit higher than usual and he falls face flat into your chest.
you get sheepish, wrapping your arms around him before feeling him grunting between your breasts. âhoney, i think i just . . came.â
âoh,â you breathe, and sure enough, you felt a lukewarm batch of cum starting to pool its way inside of you. your legs remained snaked around his waist and you could feel nanamiâs ashamed pout stretch against your chest. you pat his head, leaning in to kiss his forehead. âitâs . . okay, âken.â and heâs kissing all between the slope that runs down your soft titsâhis comfort place.
you hum, lifting his head and watching him grumpily pout with loose blond strands running down his eyes. âi can always take the lead if youâre too sensitive.â
âplease..â
⥠⥠âĄ
nanami looks up at you with a timid expression, his hands restrained at each side of the bed. gulping deeply, he watches as your slick-glossed cunt just barely floats over his creamy white tip. from the coral-colored sides, itâs a blushing pinkâŚitching for you to be inside again.
just a single inch or the mere feeling of you swiping your entrance back ân forth against the peeling hood of cock makes him groan. âhandcuffs, honey? this is quiteâŚeh- kinky, no?â nanami raises an ash brow with a weary smile, soft, dusky eyes never leaving yours.
in factâeach time you run your hands down the open slit of his shirt that exposes his blond growing chest hair, he shudders.
just a few fingertips of yours alluringly ghosting down his skin was enough to make him melt. through semi-blurred peripherals, he spots a bright color that sticks against his wrists. âtheyâre . . pink,â he chuckles, âand fuzzy.â
âit came in the mail yesterday,â you coo at his observation, inching your face closer and starting to kiss down his neck. nanami inhales before sighing in rapture, positioning his head to the side so you could have a better angle and itâs unintentionally sexy. âitâs not too tightâŚis it?â
âitâs fine,â nanami shakes his head, preparing to take another deep breath once the opening of your pussy starts to sloppily split its way ajar.
youâre sinking on his shaft and he lets out a husky grumbleâbulky muscles flexing through his biceps as his arms stretched across both sides of the leather headboard. âmmgh- atta girl. like that- like . . that.â and his voice seductively lowers an octave at every inch.
it was almost hypnotic at how much you were soaking him. truly, you were already soaked but now that your cunt was accepting his vast tip that was descending its way further inside of you, nanami wasnât sure how much longer heâd last.
profusely, your pretty pussy was drowning him. nanamiâs muscles continued to bulge through his shirt as he slouched back against the mattress, watching your hips starting to moderately pick up.
âs- sooo big.â you moan, the stretch wholly expanding through your walls. sometimesâyou donât think youâd ever get used to nanamiâs size, let alone his thick, parting stretch.
clicking his tongue, nanami takes every second he can just to stare and openly admire your body.
effortless, you were just effortless with every moment you did.
every twirl, every toss and dip of your hips had him hungry for only more â more of you.
as your pace maintained its rocky rhythm, his eyes found themselves trailing further down, pausing between the crack of your pried-open legs.
seconds pass and theyâre now leisurely making their way up your chest, pausing right between your plush rounded mounds.
you still had his business shirts as you rode him, and your tits freely sprung as your hips started to grind quicker. as your hips pathetically stuttered, so did the wooden legs of the bed. âhng- puttinâ me in handcuffs just so i canât touch my hah- pretty wife, hm?â
nanami tries to joke, but you could already see him breaking a sweat once his cock explores deeper inside of your cunt â zigzagging a bumpy pattern all through your inside.
itâs making sure every part of you from the inside memorizes his hits, sloppy thrusts and all, and fuck- were you about to collapse right then and there.
the sides of nanamiâs forehead were already heavily covered in perspiring sweat. with lush tears dribbling down every crevice and corner, nanami starts to huff.
âbut baby, you always touch me,â you lively tease, tossing both arms over his tense, pent-up shoulders.
the bed lowly creaks every second, constantly dipping from all the constant movements and pounds that jolt against the rickety aged boxspring.
its constant croaky groans sounded almost painfulâand the quicker your hips swerved around and bounced, the louder it cried in the background from both jerking bodies.
nanami pouts, shaking his head and you make him nod by cupping his chin. âyeah, you do.â you then surprise a part of his neck with wet, balmy kisses.
nanami gruffly grunts, desperately wishing his hands were roaming down every part of your body. tending to every part, allowing his fingers to explore every part.
heâd caress circles around your assâguiding his callused, rough fingers up up up before they eventually reach near your waistline.
with a clingy grip, heâd start to rock your hips faster into him, making sure he pumps all nth inches deep inside until youâre babbling out incoherent cacophonies of his name and how youâre just so full..
but you noticedânanamiâs eyes were only focused on only one thing. your soft, perked breasts that bounced at the exact second your body did.
at each powerful hop and slam of your hips, they playfully jiggled, flopping against your chest. they were nearly smushed right in his face, and oh- he could feel his mouth shamefully watering at just imagining them being in his mouth.
âcloser, sweetheart,â he grunts, tilting his head down since he couldnât exactly use his hands.
you were riding him at such godly speed, swerving your hips at such frantic intervals while wetly clamping down on his cock.
nanami always filled you to the brim with all of him, poking right through your slickly dripping orifices with every bouncy thrust.
once more, it makes his head spin, but all heâs focused on is your chest that was staring straight back at him. âf- fuuuck, âm still h.. hot. i think- i think suckinâ on them will help me cool off, sweetheart.â
saucily cooing, you lick a stripe down his neck as your hips accelerated. as you continued to speak, your voice started to get a bit bumpy from the unsteady movement of your jouncing ass.
âoh- is that what you wanted all this time, âken? to suck on these?â and he watches as you lean back, cupping your tits with the smuggest smile plastered on your lips.
your hands sneak down between your unbuttoned shirt before you silently mewl, giving them a nice good squeeze. âimagine jusâ how plumper theyâd be after i have your baby, kento.â
âh.. honey- youâre lucky âm handcuffed.â bronze eyes trace down your skin, stopping at your perked nipples.
they were oh-so-perfect.. and as youâre straddled over his lap, nanami couldnât help but let his mind wander just a bit. he couldnât help but allow his mind to wander near the very lewd lobe of his brain.
the mental image of you baring his child . .
his wife, you.
nanami grunts at the thought, wordlessly gasping in multiple honed breaths at the fierce clashes of sharp skin.
your hips were disgustingly brutal, and with the way your thighs clung onto him, you were nearly akin to a magnet â forevermore sticking against nanami, never wanting to let go.
âcâmooon,â the blond playfully whines in a gruff voice, his cock stiffening inside of you. âdonât hah- make me beg, sweet girl.â
âyou make me beg,â you chaff, slowing your hips down just a bit. nanami grunts at your catty truth, feeling the weight of you gradually hover before you roughly buck right into him.
using all of your core, his leaking tip smears its way against your clit in an almost pretty heart shape and you stutter out a moan.
your syllables of each broken moan were a bit choppy as you were shooting blanks, arching your back against him. even as youâre still riding him, putting all pounds of movement from your body into your sprawled knees, you kept touching yourself.
seeing you guide your hands all over your body in such a sensual way, made nanami kiss his teeth.
in envy though - those shouldâve been his hands..
âallll. the. time.â you finish your sentence in a spirited whisper, whispering against the twitching left side of his ear.
each thrust becomes increasingly sloppy with your grip getting more slick ân wet â glossed which such sticky amounts of your tangled juices.
each squashing slop! that squelches from between the arc your legs get louder, causing your thighs to nearly clamp together from the tender stimulation.
cupping your tits again, you bring them up to nanamiâs face. âgo âhead.â
âwoman.. youâre evil,â nanami muffles, getting a face full of your breasts. you hold onto them tight, watching as nanami brings his face closer until heâs shoved right between them. a sweet crooning groan slithers from his lips as his tongue fervently curls its way down toward your nipple.
sloppily, you feel him casually swirling greedy circles around your pulsating gland before switching to the other one.
nanamiâs lashes close as youâre still rocking your hips forward, nearly riding him into utter ân erotic oblivion..
at this pointâyou thought the bed was about to break, devastatingly snapping into two due to how good you were putting your hips to use.
âmmpf- so pretty. all mine, m- mine,â he rasps between wet slurps, his wrists still trapped in pretty pink handcuffs. the woolly fur tickles against his skin as his tongue continues to rove shapes around your nipples. âneed to get these girls plump⌠quickly.â
your tits remained grasped in your hands as youâre moaning from nanamiâs tongue, and you now start to rut into him at a much more hurried pace.
nanami hungrily drives his cock all through your core, creating a near race-track path that smothers invisible kisses all against your g-spot.
every inch, heâs fat- and his even lengthier girth nearly makes your brain short-circuit for a minute. every wild jam of your hips feels like its last, and nanamiâs already drooling.
treacly, sweet saliva pours from the corners of his lips as heâs sucking on each of your tits, muffled gargled moans and whines vibrating against your tepid flesh..
your body had adapted to a more steady rhythm, but you could feel his dick eagerly twitch inside of you every few rushed seconds.
a bit of drool ends up running down his mouth, landing on his polka-dotted tie, creating a gray dampening spot. itâs cute, and you rub a thumb over his thin lips, watching his tawny, soft eyes flutter back open.
itâs the look of love- and nanami could feel himself heating up more once your gaze meets his again.
for a moment, he had completely forgotten about the dumb curse because he was too busy lost in your gaze.
but his temperature started to increase. you let off a bundle of whiny mewls once you feel him nip the top row of his teeth against your nipple.
âs- so cute,â he purrs lowly, feeling your knobbly thighs get closer and closer to giving out. just a few more thrusts and youâd probably be done for.
âmmp-â he pops out your left nipple with his swollen wet lips, glancing at you. nanami looked like heâd just run a marathon with blond strands glossing strips across his forehead. grunting, he starts to pant like a greyhound, sliding a tongue over his lips. âyouâre close, honey?â
âm- mhm!â youâd reply, your voice turning raw at each straining moan that leaves from your poor chords.
his cock was massaging everywhere, it didnât miss a single spot. itâs tip was widely turgid, angrily crimson-red, and leaking from all veiny sides while narrowly delving into you raw.
nanamiâs kneading through your guts, tending to each gummy part of your entrance to make you whimper out his name. from every deep, vigorous pump that profoundly batters inside of your pussy, your eyes cross.
youâre dumbfoundedâdumb in general too from the way he facilely located every sensitive spot with just the stubby tip of his shaft.
including your pretty cervix - nanami made sure his cock smacked its way there a few times.
the deep pressure pounding inside of you, greeting every single spot inside of your pussy never failed to make your knees quickly buckle.
âf- fuck, fuck there âken, theretherethereee,â you start to babble, the bumps of his tip making your jaw goofily hang. â âm cum- âm gonna cummm.â
âhaah- together, sweetheart. can you . . finish with me?â nanami murmurs in a throaty voice, kissing your neck.
he tried to lift his head but got slightly pulled back from the fuzzy handcuffs.
heâs molding your insides fully with his cock, squinting a bit at the crescent-shaped moon that hides behind the violent bed curtain.
that view was nice but the view currently in front of him, riding him.. âcuringâ him from whatever curse this was was far a better sight.
you.
with a whine preparing to squeal from your throat, you give him a nod.
nanami tilts his head, tsking impishly with his smacking lips despite how he was just as sensitive as you. âah- you know how i feel about head nods, princess. i wanna hear those pretty words.â
ây.. yes ken, âkentoooo,â you moan, gasping once you feel two things at once. your stomach tightly seizing and your sloppy cunt restricting around his meaty, stocky length.
itâs so good, soso good that you softly bite into nanamiâs shoulder. he hums, groaning right with you before you continue. â âm cummin. âm fuckinâ cumming, kento.â
âi know.. i know, câmere, girl,â he whispers, his face softening once your eyes immediately lock with him. âmy sweet⌠girl.â his pitch lowers, and you decrease the distance between the two of you.
once again, your lips meet nanamiâs but this time, itâs far more aggressive and less passionate.
itâs only one word and itâs â sloppy.
your bodyâs weakly rolling against him, losing its rhythm as the two of you end up finishing together, competing with each otherâs inevitable high.
it all felt like a slow ⌠rush.
as you were both drinking each otherâs never-ending moans and grunts, the puddled, gooey mess began.
at the same time though, your legs ended up finally collapsing as your swollen, plump lips attacked against his - harshly.
nanamiâs lips were almost competing with yours, mashing against your lips with the occasional rows teeth of teeth clash clash clashing away.
itâs loud, sloppy, messy..
the peppermint taste that still lingers in his mouth travels against your buds and you moan. nanami groans, spraying a geyser of bittersweet strips of hot cum inside of you as both tongues continue to explore each otherâs mouths.
itâs a straight shotâit travels deep, introducing your womb with a fresh amount of cum as you end up letting go at the same time.
both sets of hearts fluttered as you pressed against his chest, racing frantic beats per minute as you melted the dozenth kiss he presented to your lips.
itâs hot- nanamiâs rawly plunging into you as you whine against his lips, barely feeling your hips rutting into him anymore.
youâre just straddling him now â yet heâs still plugging you full with such massive inches of cock, with the addition of his creamy, gloopy seed that drizzles a sloppy white ring around his base.
your fingers wisp down his undercut, as he continues to quietly ravage your walls. it was a slick, slimy knot that buries itself deep inside of your pussy.
youâre moaning, slowly breaking away from his mouth that had strings of saliva clinging near the bottom of his glossed lip. panting heavily, you crane your head, taking a quick peek down at your ass.
itâs a mess, and as his carmine-colored tip slips out of you, it lightly smacks against his tummy.
ribbons of cum paint near the very undersides of your thighs, pouring out between your syrupy slit in such a slow yet filthy manner. time nearly stood still, and nanami went silent, staring at the gooey wads ân wads buttery cum that oozes out of your pretty, fluttering cunt.
âare you okay?â nanami sighs, feeling you reach for the handcuff key that rests near the rosy nightstand. you remove them, and he twirls his wrists in a circle before looking at you with kind eyes.
â âm okay.â you reassure him, cupping his face and kissing the right side of his cheek.
nanamiâs exhaustedâespecially after how good you just rode him.
your dripping cunt hovers against his happy trail and sheeny clenched abs as he lazily lies back, finally grabbing your hips. âgood . . good,â and with a huff, he sheepishly smiles. âi guess i . . hah- failed no nut november, huh.â
âeh- thereâs always next year,â you bring a chaste, sweet kiss to his quivering, pouty lips.
⥠⥠âĄ
surrounded by nothing but bodies of water featuring sods of glittery clear bubbles, you now found yourself lying against nanamiâs broad chest. burly, swole arms envelope around your body as the two of you were in the ivory, spacious bathtub. as the water ran against your skin, soothing your aching musclesâyou let off a sigh once he finished washing you off.
âi think it wore off,â his warm voice tickles against your skin. nanami kisses down your nape, reaching near the side of the tub where a bowl of fresh muscat grapes lies. tearing a few off the vine, he brings them toward your lips. âthe curse . . pollen, whatever it was.â
âmmpf- did it?â you eat from his hand, feeling his wet palm softly rub against your chin. the smell of rich jasmine hits your nostrils as you let off a satisfied hum at the sugary sweet flavor. nanamiâs body held you close, feeling your damp body lightly plop against his chest. you feel a bit of his chest hair land against your skin before you swallow. âdo you still feel hot?â
nanami pops another grape into your mouth, then into his. âno, sweetheart. iâm fine now, thanks to you,â and you feel his left arm hook around your waist. the blond reclines back against the tubâs icy marble-made wall before sighing. âhow do you feel, though? any cramps or body aches i should be aware of?â
with a content suspire drifting away from your parted lips, you move a bit in the calm, lukewarm water â closer toward the back of his chest.
âiâm okay, kento. althooough,â and you give him a playful nudge. âmy legs still feel sore.â
âforgive me, honey,â nanami rests his chin against your shoulder. there was a bit of jest in his tone, and you could hear him trying not to snicker.
again, always the gentleman though.
âiâll give you a massage once we get out of the tub, my treat.â and you let off a sigh, feeling him creep a few fingers up your thigh.
âhmm, okay,â you comply with a sight sigh, sneaking a kiss near the edge of his lips. nanami blinks thrice, his face flushing a bit before you cup his face with wet hands.
âi was serious you know. about . . what i said earlier. us settling down andâ,â and nanami deeply stares into your eyes as you speak.
you rub a wet thumb against his sharp cheekbone before continuing, abruptly cutting your cute rambling short, ending with a sincere, âi love you, kento.â
tilting his head against your palm, leaning into your embrace, nanami brings you toward him before kissing the crown of your head. âand i love you more,â and as you felt butterflies party in the lower pits of your stomach, nanami brings your hand up to his lips.
gently, he aligns his mouth perfectly near your fourth digit before giving you another kiss, this timeâon your ring finger. âmrs. nanami.â
but oh- he wasnât done..
as youâre feeling a wave of tenderness overwhelm your heart, nanami leans a bit down before kissing the center part of your tummy that drips with teary droplets.
his wetly compressed lips give it a quick peck and âmwahâ before keeping his head lowered. âi love her too.â you raise a brow, glancing as nanamiâs chin hovers over the bubbles of water.
âher?â you lift a brow as he whispers multiple âi love youâsâ against your stomach as if he was already talking to something â or someone..
âyes, her,â nanami repeats, giving your tummy one more kiss before sitting back up, rubbing his palm over the center of your belly.
looking up at you, he notices your confused expression and smiles to himself. âoh, just a little hunch,â and you gasp once nanami picks you up softy, carrying you out the wet tub, the both of you soaking wet.
ânow, how about that massage? iâm quite good with my hands, especially when it comes to my woman.â
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I saw your post about Rafe and Reader on a family vacation, and I liked it! So could you maybe do another part to that, like maybe they are at the beach or shopping etc and Rafe and Reader are being really touchy etc?
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Warnings: Rafe being inappropriate, no smut,
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ââThere you are!ââ Wheezie exclaimed the moment you and Rafe strolled into the cabin, twenty-seven minutes behind the rest of the family. ââWeâve been back for almost half an hour. Where did you go?ââ
ââWe got lost,ââ Rafe said coolly, taking a long sip from his water bottle, as if it was no big deal.
Beside her, Sarah wasnât buying it. She crossed her arms and tilted her head, giving the two of you a pointed look. ââYou got lost?ââ she repeated, her tone full of doubt.
You nodded, stepping in to back Rafe up. ââThatâs on me. My lace came undone, and Rafe stopped and waited for me, but when we tried to catch up to you we took a wrong turn. Luckily we found our way back.ââÂ
Rafe glanced at you, impressed by how you could lie on the spot so well. You even sprinkled some truth. You did take a wrong turn, but it wasnât an accident.Â
Being younger â and far more innocent â Wheezie was easier to fool with your lies. But Sarah wasnât stupid, and neither was Ward, who was standing behind the kitchen counter and prepping for the barbecue tonight. He knew his son too well to be easily deceived.Â
ââDo you need help with the vegetable, Mr. Cameron?ââ you asked, your tone light and polite as you moved closer to the counter. It was an attempt to shift the conversation, redirect the attention away from your little detour.
Ward glanced up, giving you a small smile in thanks. ââSure,ââ he said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the cutting board. ââYou can chop these carrots and the bell peppers.âÂ
You slid into place, picking up the knife and getting started.Â
ââIâm gonna go shower,ââ Rafe declared. He came up to you and kissed the side of your face, his hand lingering on the small of your back. ââYouâre welcome to join if you get bored with the carrots and bell peppers.ââÂ
Sarah wrinkled her nose, having unfortunately heard. ââYouâre disgusting.ââÂ
He didnât say anything, but you could feel his smirk behind you.Â
ââRafe, come on. Wheezieâs hereâŚââ Ward reprimanded tiredly for the umpteenth time.Â
Fortunately, the younger Cameron had her nose deep in her book and didnât pay attention to what Rafe had said.Â
You were good for Rafe, but your relationship was very physical. And with that came Rafeâs unfiltered mouth â much to his familyâs dismay. They were happy for him, but they could do without the constant smacking and grabbing of your ass or any other non-PG display of affection. Â
ââWhat? I just want to save water, like you said we should. The planet and all,ââ he defended, playing the innocent card and talking out of his ass.
Unfortunately for him, Sarah didnât buy it. Rafe never cared about the environment.Â
ââIâve been doing good things to help lately. We even stopped using conâââ
ââRafe!ââ you cut before he could finish, your cheeks flaming up.
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Sugar, spice, and everything nice (Part 3)
Word count: 3100
Warnings: semi-public sex, sex toys, masturbation
You spend almost all of Saturday and Sunday at the bakery, just waiting for Agatha to walk in.Â
She never does.Â
It was especially hard on Saturday, opening up the box full of sex toys she had sent you and then having to come into work just an hour later, being more turned on than you ever had in your life. The only thing you were looking forward to was Agatha walking in and smirking at you. You were sorely disappointed.
So much so that you hadnât even found it in yourself to use the toys she had sent. The vibrator, dildo, clit-sucker (you had finally figured out what it was), and the long distance vibrator had sat in the box on your floor for the whole weekend, you trying to not look at it whenever you walked in.Â
Was Agatha worried she had made a mistake? You hadnât texted her Saturday morning upon receiving the package, assuming sheâd be in the bakery that morning, but now it seemed too late to send a message.Â
Now itâs Monday and youâre supposed to go on a date tomorrow. Maybe you can wear the vibrator on Tuesday. Even just thinking about her letter sends thrills down your spine.Â
Is the date still on though?Â
And then the door opens and in walks Agatha. Your breath catches in your throat and you stand up off your stool. She is stunning.Â
She shoots you her signature smirk and all of your worries and doubts just melt away.Â
âHey, doll,â she says, coming to a stop in front of the register.Â
âAgatha,â you sigh. âI havenât seen you all weekend.âÂ
She runs a hand through her hair and you find yourself transfixed. âSorry, sweetheart. I got a new case and itâs very time-consuming. I kept trying to get away but I just couldnât.âÂ
And then you feel bad, because of course the excellent lawyer was working and wasnât avoiding you.Â
A glint appears in her eyes. âDid you have a busy weekend?âÂ
Thereâs only one thing she could be possibly talking about in that tone with that look on her face. Your cheeks redden and you look at the counter, wiping an imaginary speck of dust off it.Â
âI-uh-havenât actually used any of them yet,â you answer sheepishly. You dare to meet her eyes to see that her smile has gotten bigger if possible.Â
âYou havenât? Why not?âÂ
You shrug, too embarrassed to tell her that you were worried she was icing you out. It sounds stupid now, with her standing right there, but your thoughts tend to get the best of you when youâre alone.Â
âDo you need some help with them?â Agatha asks and you choke on nothing. You open and close your mouth a few times, not able to think straight but trying to formulate some kind of response, when she tosses her head back with a laugh. âIâm just joking, doll.âÂ
âDo you really want me to wear the vibrator tomorrow?â Your voice falls to a hush even though itâs only the two of you in the store.Â
âYou arenât wearing it right now?â She teases and you gasp at the thought of her toying with you while you try to make coffee and talk to customers.Â
âNo,â you squeak and shake your head furiously. âI didnât know-â
âIâm kidding, doll,â she assures you. âWear it tomorrow only if you want to. It connects to an app so youâll have to send me the code on the manual once you open it. If you want to, of course.â
âI do,â you say hoarsely, feeling a flush all over your cheeks and neck. She smiles triumphantly and taps the counter.Â
âSo, where are you taking me on our next date?âÂ
You had actually spent a lot of time trying to figure it out. Obviously, as a college student making just above minimum wage, you couldnât really treat her to a nice restaurant and you werenât quite sure what she liked to do.Â
So you were settling for something simple.Â
A nice picnic in the park to watch the sunset. Maybe go for a walk after. Quality time is very important to you and you wanted to just be with the older woman.Â
You hoped it would be good enough for her.Â
âItâs a surprise. Pick me up at 6 tomorrow?â Not super classy to make her come get you, but youâd much rather ride in her slick, black Range Rover than have to pick her up in your ten year old Subaru.Â
âAny plans for after the date?â She asks casually.Â
Your mouth opens in mock outrage. âDo you think Iâm the kind of girl to have sex after two dates?â With her, you are. You hope she says yes.Â
She smirks. âYou seemed pretty desperate for sex after the first date, sweetheart. We donât have to do anything though. We could always go back to my place and just watch a movie.â
âThat would be nice,â you admit, even though you know you want her hands on your body. Fuck, if she wanted to come around the counter and slip her fingers into your pants right there and then, you wouldnât be opposed.Â
She seems to know where your head is at and by the darkening in her eyes, she is feeling a similar sort of way. âAnd if you wanted to, you know, bring those toysâŚmaybe we could finally put them to good use.âÂ
Your eyes widen and you nod eagerly before you can stop yourself. She chuckles.Â
âAlright, well I guess Iâll see you tomorrow night at 6,â she says, drumming her fingernails on the counter one last time before shooting you a wink and leaving the bakery.Â
âDonât you want-â Your attempt to ask if she wants coffee or cake falls upon deaf ears as the door opens and sheâs gone.Â
You breathe a sigh of relief that she was just busy the past two days. And youâre sort of mad that you wasted those last two days not using the toys she had sent.Â
But that would end tomorrow.Â
Heat was already igniting in your stomach at the thought of it. You had never used a toy before and you were especially looking forward to trying the long-distance vibrator.Â
The rest of your shift is pretty quiet, not too many customers either on Mondays.Â
When you get back to your dorm, though, you realize that you are positively dripping. You guess your interaction with Agatha had more of an effect on you than you realize.Â
You chew on your lip and your eyes keep darting back and forth between your bed and the box of toys on the floor.Â
It couldnât hurt to test one out, could it?
You grab the box with the vibrator and open it. Glancing at the instructions, you press the power button and gasp as the purple toy buzzes to life in your palm. You turn it off, heart pounding, and lay down.Â
You close your eyes and remember what it was like to kiss Agatha at the Winter Wonderland the other night. Her tongue in your mouth, her sucking your lip, her hand under your shirt. You shift and hike up the skirt you were wearing and place the vibrator on your clit over your underwear.Â
A whimper is forced out of your throat and your back arches off the bed. Quickly, you pull it away.Â
Holy fuck.Â
Youâve never felt anything so intense.Â
You take a deep breath and slowly place it against you again, mind wandering to Agatha.Â
Her veiny hands, her mouth, her confidence, the way she fluffs her hair. You imagine the way her fingers and tongue would feel on you. Your hips are rolling against the vibrator â that she gave you â and youâre already close. You truly cannot believe youâve never used one before.Â
You cum harder than you ever have by your own hand at the wishful thought of Agatha laughing as she holds the vibrator against you.Â
It takes you a second to calm down and when you turn the toy off, you can still feel the rumbling in your hand.Â
And then you reach for your phone. Just used the vibrator. You click send before you can second-guess yourself.Â
Agathaâs response comes immediately after. And?Â
Changed my life lol.Â
She doesnât reply for a few minutes so you go wash the toy, but when you come back, thereâs a new message.Â
Just wait for tomorrow night, doll.Â
Heat flashes through you and you seriously consider using the vibrator again.Â
But you want to wait. You can wait.Â
However, the next 24 hours pass so slowly that you think time might have stopped.Â
There are countless times you look at the clock, expecting an hour to have passed, only to find that it was three minutes.Â
Itâs like being a child on Christmas Eve again. Except instead of presents, youâre waiting to get fucked by an older woman.Â
Finally, finally, she texts you that sheâs on her way and to get ready (she sends a winky face, as if thereâs any doubt what she means).Â
Youâre wearing a short lilac skirt so you bunch it up with one hand and slide your underwear to the side. Youâre already wet just at the thought of seeing Agatha so youâre able to slide the bulb easily into you. Itâs not too big but you can definitely feel it deep inside you. The other piece rests against your clit and you can only imagine what it will feel like when she turns it on.Â
You find the bluetooth connection instructions on the instruction manual and text it to her.Â
Barely a second later, she texts back Good girl. Iâm about to turn into the parking lot.Â
Itâs going to be a long night.Â
You wait until you see her car pull up before exiting the building, and as youâre walking to the car with the basket of food and a backpack with all the toys and some extra clothes, she turns it on. You almost fall to the ground. Thankfully you were holding onto the dinner tight. Â
If you thought the vibrator from yesterday was intense, itâs nothing compared to the sensation of it against your clit and inside you.Â
And just as quickly as the feeling came, itâs gone. You gasp and stumble hurriedly the rest of the way to the car before she can do it again.Â
Agathaâs smirk is dripping with smugness. âHow does it feel?âÂ
âFuck,â is all you can say and she laughs.Â
âFuck, indeed. Now, where are we going?âÂ
You give her directions to the park. Itâs in a pretty secluded area and thereâs never really anyone there when it starts to get dark, so it should be empty. Even if itâs not, youâre just having a picnic.Â
And just as you suspected, thereâs no other cars in the lot when Agatha pulls up to park.
âWhat are we going here, sweetheart?â She asks, curiosity tinging her voice. Sheâs not judging though. You knew she wouldnât.Â
You hold up the basket. âI thought we could have a picnic?âÂ
She smiles. âI think thatâs an excellent idea, honey.â You lead her over to a spot by the perimeter by the hand and donât let her do anything while you shake out the blanket and take out two plates of sushi and a bottle of wine. You pour her a glass while you finish making everything perfect and she watches you amusedly while sipping on the RosĂŠ.Â
Dinner is so comfortable and filled with laughter and jokes and questions, and once you both are done with the food, you lay down on the blanket, Agathaâs arm around your shoulders and her other hand pointing out the constellations to you.Â
She shows you how to always be able to find the North Star, which is in Ursa Minor, and then points out the Big Dipper, and you lose yourself in watching her point to all the stars and hearing her tell you the stories. Youâre having so much fun with her and she makes you feel at peace.Â
âI didnât realize you knew so much about astronomy,â you say in awe, focusing on her face rather than what sheâs showing you. She turns her head down so sheâs looking at you.Â
âHave you been listening or have you been staring at me the whole time?â She jokes, kissing your nose and chuckling as you scrunch it at her.Â
âIâve been listening!âÂ
âOh yeah? Whatâs that one then?â She points at a star and as you peer at it, her finger fumbles with something and the vibrator inside of you turns on, turning your thoughts to mush.Â
You had honestly forgotten that you were wearing it.Â
But itâs impossible to forget now, and your fingers dig into her side and you let out a quiet moan.Â
âAgatha,â you whine when it turns off.Â
âWhat constellation is that?â She turns it on again and your hips start undulating involuntarily as you rack your brain. Your eyes frantically dart to the surrounding stars as you start whimpering.Â
âAndromeda?â Itâs partly a guess but you do remember her saying something about that one. You can vaguely remember the story too. Something about her mom being vain and then Andromeda being chained for a sea monster but Perseus rescues her.Â
The toy turns off and you gasp for breath. Your hips are still gently riding against nothing, missing the stimulation.Â
âVery good,â Agatha muses. âHow are you feeling?âÂ
âWhy donât you feel for yourself?â You challenge but your smirk turns into a gasp when she reaches over, pushes up your skirt, and rubs your slit over your underwear. Your hips chase her fingers but she pulls away.Â
You are throbbing.Â
She holds her fingertips up to the lamp and you both can see them glistening. You have soaked through your panties. Before you can say anything or be too embarrassed, she sucks them into her mouth and your jaw drops. She moans at your taste and when she opens her eyes, you can barely see the blue with how blown out her pupils are.Â
âCan we go?â You rasp.Â
âSure, doll,â she says and helps you pack up so the two of you can get in the car faster. Youâre checking the spot one last time just to make sure you have everything when Agatha turns the vibrator on. Your knees buckle this time because of how needy you are, but she catches you.Â
âAgatha,â you breathe, pleasure overtaking your body.Â
âThought you wanted to leave?â She teases innocently and you wrap your arms around her so you can try to walk because she hasnât turned it off.Â
Youâve become a moaning mess, face pressed hotly into Agathaâs neck while she basically drags you to the car. You can see goosebumps on the older woman and you can hear her breathing get heavier so you know sheâs at least a little affected too.Â
âPlease, please, Aggie, so close,â you babble and it seems like the car is a mile away.Â
âAw, does my baby need some relief right now?â She asks, and as pathetic as it is, you nod your head eagerly. She turns it off and youâre able to stand on your own, but Agatha takes off in a different direction of the car.Â
âWhere are you going?â You call after her, but then you realize sheâs making a beeline towards a bench. You follow in a daze, not really sure whatâs going on. She sits and pats her thighs.Â
âSince youâre so desperate,â she says with a smirk. You think you might cum right then and there. She spreads her legs when you get closer so youâre able to straddle one of her legs. âGrind.âÂ
She doesn't have to tell you twice. You wrap your arms around her neck and bury your head back into her, moving your hips experimentally.Â
And then she turns the toy back on and you rip your face out of her shoulder to bite your hand before you moan loudly.Â
âFuck,â you keen, rhythm getting sloppy but she moves her hands to her waist to help you out.Â
âYou like this?â She pants into your ear and your resounding moan is all the answer she needs. âYou like riding my thigh in a park where anyone could walk by and see how much you need me?â
You nod frantically, every single drag against her leg pushing the vibration against your clit. It feels so delicious and youâve been on edge all day.Â
âSo desperate for me, so desperate for mommy,â she whispers and her voice shakes a little on the last word, almost like she was nervous. Clearly she had nothing to be nervous about though, because your walls clench even more and you let out a loud whine. You can practically hear her smirking at you.Â
âMommy,â you gasp, moving your hips faster, chasing your high. âNeed to cum, so close.âÂ
âDo you want to cum all over my leg right now?â She says lowly, peppering your jaw with kisses.Â
âPlease, please, yes, mommy,â you beg. Agatha grabs your chin and tilts it up to lean in for a kiss, but she stops a breath away from your lips.Â
And then the vibrations stop.Â
âNo, no,â you cry, furiously grinding against her leg, trying to regain the stimulation that you just lost. Itâs no use; itâs not the same. Her fingernails dig into your hip to stop your movements.Â
Your head drops against her shoulder in frustration and you can feel her body shake with contained laughter.
âWhy?â You ask and youâre almost ashamed of how needy you sound. Her thumb swipes your bottom lip and then brushes your sweaty hair off your forehead.Â
âIâm not having the first time I make you cum be on a park bench using a vibrator,â she says matter-of-factly. âItâs going to be in my bed, with either my fingers or my mouth.â You bite your lip at the thought and your hips give another weak jump. She smirks. âAfter that, weâll have all the time for toys in the world.âÂ
And with that, she stands you back up and pulls you to the car, intending to make good on her promise.Â
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Worth the Fight: A Harry Styles Series
Summary: A one night stand turns into more than you bargain for when you find yourself pregnant after drunkenly hooking up with Harry Styles after a few too many rounds at a karaoke bar. You don't really know him and he doesn't know a lot about you minus the fact your cat really just doesn't like him, but the one thing you quickly learn is boy can you two argue. This series is all about how you and Harry navigate going from strangers to soon to be parents all while trying not to kill each other in the process and maybe see what these weird feelings that develop along the way are all about.â¨
Pairing: Harry Styles x pregnant!reader
Trope: Enemies to lovers (with a twist because it's like lovers to enemies back to lovers?), slow burn baby so buckle up.
CW: Mentions of a lot pregnancy/baby things, language, Harry's a bit of a dick, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, angst.
Tag List: Open just let me know if you'd like on it.
Story Type: This series is a mixture of texts and one shots, I think it'll be fun to see a a good mix!
Extras: Here
Update Schedule: Every Thursdayâ¨
Part 1: Late for What?
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đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: After breaking up with your boyfriend of four years, youâre left heartbroken and desperate to leave it all behind. But as fate would have it, just as youâre about to walk out the door of his house, you run into his fatheră
Ą the man whoâs always lingered at the edges of your mind. the next sensible thing to do is fuck him.
đđđ đŹ: pwp, bf's dad joel miller x f! reader, short description of toxic rs, fight scene, afab reader, i dont know if this is categorized as cheating :p , age gap, fingering f receiving, joel has a huge one but we alr know!, dirty talk, pet names, p in v unprotected, creampie, slight slapping and hairpulling.
⿠𪽠đ đđ¨đ¤đ¤đ˘đ°đŤđ˘đđđŹ đ˘đŹ đđ˛đŠđ˘đ§đ ..ďźź â° i have been neglecting you cute freaks, but i am here to feed you. behold! boyfriend's dad joel miller smut! around 2.6k words, so it's pretty short, but i hope you love it. not proofread!!!!! okay baiiii đđŤśďż˝ďż˝
The fight tears through the house like a hurricane, each word leaving wounds too deep. "You never listen to me!" you yell, your voice raw and trembling. Your chest aches, your throat burns, but the word vomit wonât stop pouring out. "Four years, and itâs like Iâm shouting into a void! Do you even care about us?"
"Do you even fucking hear yourself?" he fires back, pacing the room like he canât bear to stand still. "God, all you do is pick fights! You always need something to be wrong. What the actual fuck?"
"Because something is wrong!" Your voice cracks, and the tears come faster now, hot and humiliating. You hate how small you feel, how desperately you want him to care. "Iâve been fighting for this, for you, and all you do is act like itâs a burden!" He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Maybe it is. Maybe you are." The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly still. You donât want to cry anymore, but the tears fall anyway, blurring your vision as you step back. "Fine," you whisper, your voice trembling. "If thatâs how you feel, then weâre done. Iâm done." He freezes, his expression shifting to something almost regretfulâ but not enough to stop him. "Fuck this." He grabs his keys from the counter and storms out without another word. The door slams behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet house.
For a moment, you just stand there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you try to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. The silence feels suffocating, pressing in on you from every angle. You canât stay here. You need to leave.
You grab your bag and wipe your face as best you can, hands still shaking. You tell yourself youâre fine, that the fresh air will help. But as you turn the corner into the foyer, you collide with something solidâ someone solid. "Whoa there," a low voice drawls, steadying you with hands firm and sure. Your heart stutters as you look up and see Joel, your now ex-boyfriend's father.
Your breath catches in your throat. His hand is on your arm, warm and grounding, as his dark eyes search your face. His presence is like a balm, so different from the storm you just walked out of. Heâs all quiet strength and rugged edges, his salt-and-pepper beard only making him look more like someone carved out of the earth itself. "Hey, sweet girl," he says, his tone warm and laced with that familiar twang. "Whatâs got you all worked up? You alright?" The sound of his voice is enough to break you all over again. You shake your head, the tears spilling over despite your best efforts to hold them back. You try to answer, but your words falter. All you can do is nod, though you know youâre far from alright. Not when his thumb is brushing lightly over your flesh, not when his scentâ warm, woodsy, familiarâ makes your knees fall weak. You canât look at him, canât look at the steadiness in his eyes or the way his hands ground you when you feel like youâre falling apart.
"Hey now," he says softly, pulling you into a hug before you can protest. His arms wrap around you, strong and safe, and for the first time all night, you donât feel like youâre about to shatter. "Câmere, sweet thing. You gotta talk to me, mkay? What happened?" You press your face into his chest, breathing in hus smell that makes you feel like youâre home, even though you know you shouldnât.
Itâs absurd, really. Youâve always known he was handsome, but standing this close, it hits you differently. Youâve always noticed him in ways you shouldnât, caught yourself glancing too long, wondering too much. And now, with tears still wet on your cheeks and your heart in pieces, he feels like the only steady thing left in the world.
"Itâs over," you mumble against his shirt, your voice muffled but thick with emotion. "I broke it off with him. For r-real this time..." Joel pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands settling on your shoulders as his brow furrows. "You and him?" he asks gently, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure in your answer. "You sure âbout that?"
"Y-yeah..." You nod, your throat tight. "So you donât have to... act nice anymore. You donât have to pretend like you like m-me or care or whatever. Itâs done now..." His expression shifts, confusion flickering across his face before something warmer takes its place. His lips part slightly as if he canât quite believe what heâs hearing.
"Sweetheart," he says, his voice dipping lower, softer, like a secret meant just for you. "What the hell gave you the idea I donât like you?" You blink up at him, stunned. "I justâ"
"Little lady," he interrupts, leaning closer, his voice growing rougher, "itâs damn near impossible not to like you." Your breath catches as his thumb brushes over your cheek, his stare unflinching, as he examines your tear-stained face. Thereâs something in his eyes youâve never noticed beforeâsomething unguarded, like heâs been holding it back for years. "Sweet thing like you," he murmurs, his lips quirking into the smallest of smiles. "Anyone with half a brainâd like you. But me? Hell, darlinâ. Iâve liked you since the day I met you."
You step back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze fully, searching his face for any hint of pity, of kindness given out of obligation. "You donât need to lie to me," you say, voice trembling. It feels like your heart is spilling out of you, breaking open right here in front of him. "Not just to make me feel better..."
Joelâs brow furrows, his dark eyes softening, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. A thread holds stretched taut between you. He doesnât drop his hands from your shoulders, doesnât let you pull away any further. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying you like youâre the most important thing in the world right now, like heâs trying to figure out how to put the pieces of you back together.
"What reason would I have to lie to ya now that you ain't with my sorry ass boy?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a shiver down your whole body. You swallow hard, shaking your head. "I donât know. I justâ" You stumble over your own tongue.
Joel exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes bore into yours. simmering, waiting to swallow you whole. "Darlinâ," he murmurs, "Let me show you then." Before you can even think, he leans in.
The world falls away the moment his lips meet yours. Itâs soft at first, hesitant, like heâs giving you a chance to stop him if this isnât what you want. But when you donât pull away and when you melt into him instead, your fingers clutching at his shirt, he deepens the kiss, large hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer.
His lips are warm and sure, washing away any heartbreak you might've felt.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. "Am I lyin'?" Your chest tightens, the tears welling up again, but this time theyâre different. Theyâre not the tears of heartbreakâyouâre not even sure what they are, only that they feel a little like hope.
"Mister Miller," you breathe, his name dancing on your puffy lips. He smiles, soft and a little sad, brushing a thumb along your cheek. "I got you, sweet girl. You just let me." and you crumble completely. with no hesitation, he picks you up, taking you to the nearest bedroom, where he closes the door behind.
it felt wrong. it was wrong. but the way he looked looming over, you got your head spinning in all the right ways. the bed pooled under you, sheets rustling as you watched joel discard part of his clothes. you nip at your lower lip, scooting your body upward to remove the pants you had on. in mere seconds, both of you are naked, gasping, and holding onto each other like nothing else mattered.
You finally get to see joel fully naked and you can't quite understand how a man his age looks the way he does, and how he's still single, given the package he's been blessed with. "you can stop starin' now. you wanna get me shy?" joel teases, his shaft now on full view for you to gawk at. you're taken by surprise when he so easily pulls you down towards him.
he trailed kisses down your chest like flowers fall from cherry trees in the spring, your body reacting in ways you didnât know were possible. "Please hurry..." and he chuckles, maybe proud maybe amused to see you this desperate. "'m sorry, darlin'" You purr under his touch, wrapping around him like he's a lifeline. his lips crash against yours again, rough palm slipping into your wet panties. you gasp, the feeling so strange yet so familiar. he lets go of your lips, thick fingers working their way inside of you. Joels eyes meet yours, and he curls his digits, speed picking up. the sounds youă
Ą your pussy made, were pure music to him, constant encouragement to go harder, faster, loving the way you looked crumbling onto his fingers. "got such a pretty pussy. Sure you ok with an old man ruin it for anyone else?" he asked it as if it was the least absurd thing he could say right now. you nod your head profusely. "atta girl. knew you were the obedient kind first time I saw ya."
"You gonna come?" Almost mocking you, but you could bot form the proper words. You just looked deep into his glinting eyes as your hand made its way to his hardened crotch. "P-pleasee..." Joel almost loses himself, but he's steady with his movements. "Wanna come on my cock, hm? is that what you beggin' for?" your folds drip and clench around him deliciously, you don't want it to end. and when you're almost there... he stops. you whine in protest but you're quickly put back in your place with a firm tug at your hair. "You take what I give you, girl. Now ass up." you comply. in a second, your back is facing him, red cheeks now hidden into his pillow. you try to balance yourself up with one arm, but he grabs you by the wrist.
"Spread 'em." And you do just that, pulling at your flesh. like an auction. only it's you presenting your cunt for fucking. "Fuck, look at that..." he tuts, gathering some of your juices on his pulsing tip, dragging it up and down your puffy lips. "Pretty girl. She cryin' for me, baby?" a string of fain 'yesyesyes' reaches his ear. hes quiet for a bit but the moment he pushes the tip inside you feel your knees buckle, all the strength you had left into your arms fluttering away. you fall face first into the mattres under you as joel pushes down your lower back. it hurts, but the pain is delicious. your moans feel the room, the occasional slap to your ass interrupting them. Joel is strong, fast and brutal, leaving you no room to breathe, fucking so deep into you you're sure he's way past your bellybutton. "T-takin' it so well, pretty girl, so well.." your skin burns where joel touched it, whole head fuzzy and empty. "pleasepleaseplease" as the whole bed shakes and strums to his movements.
your back arches as waves of pleasure break over your body like water on a shore. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeă
Ą your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made. "been dreamin' about havin' you like this, baby. look at heră
Ą" joel throws his head back, delivering a harsh thrust, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. "gonna come, hm?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaă
Ą y-yes, plea-se..." You don't know if you're crying because it feels too good or because of how long you've waited for this, no matter how unforgiving this could be.
eyes shot open when he roughly yanks your hair, your skin slapping on his being to only sound you can faintly make out in your dazed state. you let your whole body go, tongue lulled out as he takes out on you anything he might've been feeling. you were at his mercy, your moans irrefutable. your stomach flips and churns as that familiar feeling pools again in your lower tummy, and you were chasing it, crying. from what, you didn't quite know. maybe because you've never been fucked this good or maybe because it'll be over too soon.
the room was stuffy. "o-oh myă
Ą god!" You yelp when joels speed picks up, shocked that he can go that fast, considering you've heard him multiple times complaining about his bad back. "shită
Ą i gotta come, baby. you gonna let me do it in ya? huh?" You nod your head so, squeezing around him like a ring, and he rewards you with a slap to your ass. "fuckin' slut." he laughs through breathy moans. you're holding on for dear life, reaching for anything your fingers can grasp at this moment. you're sure the neighbors are having a blast seeing the whole house shake. "that's it, girl. take ită
Ą c'mon..." with a few more pumps his hips come to a halt, whole body trembling as he comes ropes inside of you. you let go, bliss washing over you, the ringing in your ears covering the soft curses escaping Joel's lips. steadying himself, he pulls out, voice cracking as he speaks again. "fuuck... baby, look at her." he smiles crooked, watching intently as his come drips out of you, cascading down to your thighs. you lick your lips, looking back and right up at him whilst spreading your legs wider.
"Don't do that. think I don't have it in me to fuck you again?"
you tease, "i don't know. do you?" and he laughs, pushing inside of you again, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. "Careful, girl."
you wonder when your boyfriendă
Ą i mean exă
Ą will come back home.
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wait for me to come home
alexia putellas x reader
word count: 14.1k
You and Alexia have been best friends your whole lives. Youâre adamant that moving away from Barcelona wonât change a thing between you. Alexia fears otherwise.
or classic best friends to lovers :)
âCanât believe youâre really leaving.â It was midnight. You were sitting on your usual spot at the beach with Alexia, your head on her shoulder, both of you staring out at the sea. Despite the tightness in her chest, Alexia felt at ease with you next to her.
âI canât believe it either,â you replied, your voice barely a whisper.
Alexia took a deep breath. You were only going away for a year, you said. It did nothing to calm the nerves she felt all over. One year, but that would be the longest you've been away from each other. Alexia still didnât know how to feel, she didnât know what to feel. She figured it still hadnât sunk in, that you were leaving. Leaving her.
In the morning when Alexia would drop you off at the airport and youâd wave goodbye, that was probably when sheâd feel everything. That was probably when the feeling of emptiness would set.
âIâll call you everyday,â you said, hugging Alexiaâs left arm tightly. âIt will be like Iâm still in Barcelona with you.â
Alexia chuckled, âYou donât have to call me everyday, cariĂąo.â
You turned your head towards your best friend. âAre you saying you donât want me to call everyday?â
âDonât twist my words!â Alexia laughed. âItâs just that I donât want you to feel pressured to have to call me everyday. Youâre a busy woman. Iâm the one who waits for you whenever you have night shifts and I watch enough of your Meredith Grey shows to know how busy things at the hospital can be.â
You snickered at her mention of Greyâs Anatomy. Alexia would always complain about how unrealistic the show was whenever you put it on, yet she still stayed by your side and watched the damn thing. You placed your head back on her shoulder and sighed. âI donât care if Iâm busy, Iâll always make time for you.â
Alexia gulped. It was the way you said it, your voice small, yet your tone firm, as if a world where you didnât have time for her was just impossible. âI love you, you know.â
Alexia furrowed her brows when you didnât answer straight away like you always did. She was about to open her mouth to say something, when you pulled away and stood up, stretching your hand out for her to take.
âDo you want to head back?â Alexia asked.
âNo,â you cleared your throat. âLetâs just walk around. The sand is making me itchy.â
âItâs because youâre wearing shorts,â Alexia took your hand and stood up. âI told you you can sit on my lap, you didnât listen.â
You dusted off the sand from the back of your legs. âDidnât want to.â
âWhy? Itâs comfy.â
âHow would you know? Youâve never sat on your own lap before,â you said, your tone teasing.
âIdiota.âÂ
You kept walking along the beach, swinging your arms back and forth. It was quiet, but nice. Just the two of you, enjoying each otherâs presence. Alexia felt her heart twinge when she realized that she didnât know when sheâd have another moment like this with you.
âY/n,â Alexia spoke up after a few moments.
You hummed in reply.
This felt really nice, the way your hands were intertwined⌠Your shoulders bumping every now and then⌠Everything felt so right. Alexia took a deep breath and tried her best to not let herself get too emotional. She didnât want to cry just yet, she knew she wouldnât be able to stop if she did.
âAle, what were you going to say?â
âIâm in love with you.â
Alexia immediately shook her head, reminding herself not to let those words slip. She looked down and focused on the way her feet were kicking the sand with every step she took forward. âNothing.â
You brought Alexiaâs hand up to your lips and kissed the back of it. It was something you always did, but it still made Alexiaâs heart drop every time.Â
Maybe it was because the gesture had always made Alexia fall for you even more, or maybe it was because Alexia knew the platonic way it meant to you when Alexia wanted more than that.
âI know you, Ale,â you stopped walking and turned towards her. âYouâre thinking about something.â
âHm? What makes you think so?â
You poked Alexiaâs forehead softly. âYou have that crinkle between your brows. And youâve been biting your lip for the past few minutes.â
Alexia hated the fact that you knew her so well, because it meant that she could never hide anything from you. The only thing Alexia successfully kept hidden were her feelings for you. Apart from that, you knew her better than anyone, and she was the same to you.Â
Having known each other for more than two decades was a factor, but Alexia felt like it was simply because you were soulmates.
Alexia realized that no matter how hard she tried to move on from you, you would always be the one for her. Even though you didnât feel the same way, she knew it would never change how she felt about you. She made her peace with it.
âItâs nothing,â Alexia said once more. âI swear.â You seemed to take the hint and didnât pry further.
You tugged her hand and continued on walking, Alexia turning her head to the side every now and then, observing you. It was dark, the street lights were dim, and the moonlight wasnât too bright, yet Alexia can still mention every little detail of your faceâshe had memorized them all after years of looking at youâfrom your warm eyes, to the delicate bridge of your nose, and the curve of your small lips. You were so beautiful that Alexia always felt breathless every time she looked at you, despite having known you since you were kids.
In that moment, with you humming along to a random song, your right hand interlocked with Alexiaâs left one, there was nothing Alexia wanted more than to just confess her feelings for you. But she knew that you didnât feel the same way, so telling you would just be pointless.
You turned your head to look at Alexia, catching her staring at you with that look on her face, the one look that you never could quite comprehend. When your lips formed a soft smile, Alexia couldnât help but instantly reciprocate. Your smile was beautiful.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â you asked, your tone bashful.
âIâm in love with you.â
âIâm so, so in love with you.â
âIâm so in love with you that my heart hurts every time you smile.â
Alexia shrugged. âJust thinking about how I will miss you a lot.â
âAh,â you nodded. âSo that was what you were thinking about earlier?â
âNo. I was thinking about how Iâm so hopelessly in love with you.â
âYou got me,â Alexia replied instead.
You sighed, squeezing her hand. âIâll miss you too. At least you have a million pictures of me in your phone that you can look at if youâre missing me.â
Alexia laughed at that. âYou better have a million pictures of me too.â
âOf course, I do,â you snickered. âEven you in diapers, I have them all.â
âNo, you donât!â
âI do! Eli sent them to me.â You had asked Eli for pictures of baby Alexia and she didnât disappoint. They were adorable, especially the one where Alexia was learning how to crawl, wearing nothing but her diapers.
âYou better not show it to anyone.â
âIâll post it on Instagram before I leave.â
Alexia rolled her eyes, âYouâre such a brat sometimes.â
âIâm such a brat?â you let go of Alexiaâs hand to pull out your phone from your pocket. You stopped walking so Alexia stopped too, arms crossed, waiting for whatever it was you were doing.
After a few seconds of you scrolling silently through your phone, you flashed your screen to Alexia, showing the picture you mentioned before. âWant to say that again, Putellas?â
âYouâre so annoying,â Alexia groaned. âI swear to god if you post thatââ
âWatch me.â Your face was smug.
âY/n,â Alexia said slowly, her tone full of warning.
You grinned, tapping something on the screen before you started running. The sound of your laughter getting smaller and smaller as you ran further away.
âThat littleââ Alexia cursed under her breath before she started running after you. âTonta! Come back!â
âNo!â Your figure was getting tinier and tinier that Alexia couldnât help but laugh along.
Eventually, Alexia was able to catch up with you once you stopped running. Your hands were on your hips, trying to catch your breath.
âWhy are you making me exercise at one in the morning?â Alexia asked, exhaling loudly.
You shrugged in reply, still out of breath. Alexia had always been the more athletic one out of the two of you. âJust wanted to run.â
âIâm so tired,â Alexia groaned. âTraining was tough today.â
You rolled your eyes. You knew she was just being dramatic. âThat was nothing. You need to exercise more, Ale.â
âThe nerve!â Alexia barked out a laugh. âWhoâs the athlete here?â
âNot you if that run tires you out.â
Alexia smiled fondly at you. You get on her nerves a lot. She wouldnât have it any other way. âNow what did you do? Did you post that on Instagram? Because Iâll kill you, idiota.â
âOh no, Iâm sooo scared,â you mockingly said, a pout on your lips. âOh nooo.â
Alexia narrowed her eyes at you before she stepped forward and tickled your stomach.
âWhat are youâAlexia! Ale-Alexia stop it! Stop it right now!â
âNot until you delete that picture!â Alexia kept on tickling you. âDelete it!â
You were both laughing and Alexia didnât show any signs of stopping until you tripped. You wouldâve fallen to the ground if it werenât for Alexiaâs quick reflexes, her arms immediately encircling around your waist.
You were staring at each other, your breath heavy from all the laughter that had long died out. Alexia felt dizzy. Your lips were so close to hers, Alexia could just lean forward and all her questions about how your lips taste would be answered. Alexia saw you blinking back a couple of times, she even swore she saw your eyes dart to her lips.Â
The street lights were illuminating your features perfectly and Alexia could see your lips twitching slightlyâas if you wanted to close the distance between you too.
Suddenly your phone rang, breaking you two apart. You cleared your throat and answered your phone.Â
Alexia let out the deep breath she was holding, rubbing the back of her neck. She had a feeling that she would kiss you if the phone rang a second too late, which would be a disaster. She was thankful to whoever called, because she would never forgive herself if she ruined your friendship just because of her stupid feelings.
âSorry,â you said. âThat was Leila, just asking what time Iâd be at the airport tomorrow.â
âRight.â There it was again, the unsettling feeling in her stomach every time Leila was mentioned. Alexia swallowed hard, trying her best not to show her jealousy. She was the one who introduced you to Leila when you joined a night out with the Barcelona girls. Alexia didnât know that you two would hit it off. She didnât know that Leila would move to Manchester and shockingly, you got offered a job at one of the best hospitals in Manchester.
It felt like the universe was playing some cruel joke.
Alexia had to keep reminding herself that you werenât hers, that you had every right to be with whoever you wanted. Alexia had no right to be jealous.
âThatâs very cool, by the way,â Alexia said, putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans. âHow you two are somehow going to the same country, same city.â
âYeah, Codi said it was fate or something.âÂ
Fate? Me tripping over your leg at the playground when we were five was fate. Me immediately crying and you wiping my tears away until my mom came was fate. That was meant to happen because it made my mom invite you and your mom over for dinner, and it made us become best friends ever since. That was fate. Leila going to the same city as you was merely a coincidence.Â
âSure,â Alexia said, swallowing the bitterness in her mouth. âIf thatâs what you think.â
You sighed. âI donât know. Ask me again in a year or so and Iâll tell you if Leila and I are fated or not.â
Alexia didnât answer, instead she just kept on staring at you, taking in the sight of you standing in front of her for the last time.
In the morning, you were leaving. Youâd have a new life in Manchester, one that Alexia wouldnât be a big part of, seeing how she was all the way in Barcelona.Â
Alexia tried to bury deep, deep inside the pain that kept on reappearing every now and then, but it was getting increasingly difficult with the way you looked back at herâyour eyes full of tenderness, as if you felt the same way Alexia did, as if it killed you to not be able to say exactly what you wanted to say.Â
But Alexia shrugged it off. There was no time to think about these made-up scenarios in her head. You were leaving soon.Â
Alexia stepped forward and hugged you as tight as she could, wanting to remember the way you felt in her embrace.
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You kept your promise and called Alexia everyday. It lasted for two months before things became more hectic for the two of you and the daily calls stopped. In your defense, you really did try your best, but some days you had late night shifts and when you didnât, you had date nights with Leila.
âCariĂąo! I havenât heard your voice in two days! That is crazy. I was wondering if you were still alive.â
âHa ha. So funny, Alexia.â
âSuch a busy woman.â
Alexia was thriving even more if that was even possible, scoring more goals and assists, earning her more media duties and appearances. She was busy too.
You would catch her on your television sometimes, an interview or replays of her games. You were used to it, you knew Alexia before and after her rise to fame. But without the back and forth texts, without the calls and hearing her voice, without having her next to you, Alexia had never felt so out of reach.
âHey, is it a bad time?â
âHola, princessa. âm about to sleep. So tired. Call me tomorrow?â
âOkay, Ale. Sweet dreams.â
âLove you.â
Weeks with limited communication turned into months and the next thing you knew, you went from knowing everything about Alexiaâs life, to finding out she had a girlfriend from your girlfriend.
Apparently Olga was a mutual friend. Leila had only good things to say about her.
You called Alexia that night, asking her about it. She didnât have much to say, a tell-tale sign that she was uncomfortable, but why she was uncomfortable you couldnât decipher it.
âIs she good to you at least?â
âYeah.â
âDoes she make you happy?â
âSĂ.â
âThen thatâs all that matters.â
For the first time since youâve known her, you felt like a stranger in Alexiaâs life. You couldnât tell exactly when things changed. It mustâve been the depleting texts sent each day, the less and less phone calls until it went down to none at all for a week or two, and when you two did have time for a call, it felt⌠awkward.
The first argument started when Alexia casually joked about how you were so busy and you didnât have time for her anymore, how you have a more exciting life now in Manchester. She was laughing but you just got off a twelve hour shift at work and you were exhausted.Â
âLike youâre not the same?â you fired back, feeling a headache coming through.
Instead of changing the subject like you hoped she would, Alexia rebutted your claim. âI do have time for you.â
You let out a laugh. âBetween football and your new girlfriend? You donât, Ale. Donât act otherwise.â
âWow. Okay.â
You seemed to instantly snap out of it at the tone of her voice. Alexia sounded hurt and for a second, you felt guilty for starting a fight. But what she said hurt you too, because even though she said it in a joking way, you knew she meant it.
âSorry,â you sighed. âCan we talk tomorrow? Iâm not in the mood.â
âRight, yeah. Bye.â
The arguments seemed to snowball after that first one. Your calls were still rare, but when you or Alexia forced yourselves to call the other, it didnât end well.
That should be the first warning sign for youâhow you felt forced to call her when you used to want to hear her voice all the time.
âHow was your day?â
âIt was fine.âÂ
âCan you at least act like youâre excited to talk to me?â
âIf weâre just going to fight, Ale, you shouldnât have called.â
âWhatever. Good night.â
The next thing you knew, there wasnât a call that went by without some small, unimportant argument.
It got worse when you told her you werenât staying for only one year as originally planned. You liked it here in Manchester. You had a good job and you were surrounded by wonderful people.
Alexia ignored you for the whole day only to call you early in the morning, her voice raspier than usual. You knew that meant she spent the night crying.
âYou donât know when youâll be back?â
âI donât know when Iâll be back in Barcelona, no.â
âHow am I supposed to go for⌠what? Another year without you? Two years? More?â
âYouâve been doing just fine so far. I donât see the problem, Ale.â
âI miss you every night that you're not here. I donât think that's doing âfineâ.â
âOh câmon. We haven't been the same.â
âJust because we havenât been talking as much doesnât mean that I love you less, but whatever.â
It got even worse when you were supposed to fly back to Spain for Alexiaâs birthday, but you had to cancel at the last minute because you were stuck with an emergency case at the hospital.
In hindsight, it was a stupid reason, something you could totally resolve by having one of your co-workers take over for you. But your mind went into overdrive, you somehow convinced yourself that you couldnât leave the country.
Maybe it was out of fear of seeing Alexia again, not wanting to see how the distance had changed your dynamics.
Alexiaâs reaction when you told her you werenât going to be there hurt more than you could admit.Â
âYouâd never miss my birthday and Iâd never miss yours. That was a promise.â
âWe were seven, Alexia.â
Alexia didnât say anything else and you didnât need to see her face to know how dejected she was. You ignored the pain in your chest, convincing yourself that you were doing the right thing. You didnât need to fly for more than two hours for someoneâs birthday.
The old you wouldâve screamed at you if she knew what you were doing. Alexia wasnât just someone. She was⌠she was your everything and more.Â
When midnight rolled around and you would usually be next to Alexia, wishing her a happy birthday with a present in hand, and instead you were all the way in Manchester, you felt that maybe you were dumb to let the arguments get in your head.
You took a deep breath and texted her a happy birthday. You werenât sure if she would pick up if you called.Â
Alexia didnât reply to your text until noon that day, saying how she was off to celebrate with her family as usual and sheâd call you after dinner. She didnât mention Olga, but you knew she was there from Alba.
You sat in your apartment alone in the dark, Leila was out with her friends. It was only then that it dawned on you how lonely you were. You couldnât imagine how Alexia was feelingâthat was, if she still cared about you.
You had been there for Alexiaâs birthday ever since she turned six years old. You didnât think that youâd ever miss one, ever. But here you were.
It was weird to see Olga in place of you, seated between Eli and Alba as she grinned at Alexia blowing the candles out.
That used to be you.
Instead, you were in a different country, wishing you were at a place where someone else had claimed your spot.Â
When it was way after dinner time and you still hadnât heard from Alexia even though she said sheâd call, you decided to send her a text. Something short and straight to the point: can I call you?
Alexia didnât reply and you fell asleep with a feeling so hollow in your chest, you wondered if love was supposed to hurt this bad.
stop making promises you canât keep, alexia
The loud ringing of your phone woke you up. You didnât think that youâd see an incoming call from Alexia this early.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âHello to you too, Ale.â Your tone was curt. In your defense, you had just woken up.Â
âYouâre picking a fight,â Alexia stated. âI donât know why, but itâs not nice.â
âPicking a fight?â You scoffed in disbelief. âIs this about my text? I was simply telling you to stop making promises, because you canât keep them. You told me youâd call me, you didnât.â
You said it so accusatory that Alexia felt a sudden rush of anger. âYouâre being ridiculous. I fell asleep. Iâm calling you now, arenât I?â
âIâm being ridiculous? Is it not me who had to wait for hours for your call?â
Alexia let out a bitter laugh. âSaying all that like I donât usually have to wait hours and hours for you too?â
âWell, youâre the one with the empty promises. You promised me that things wonât be different between us, well. Look at us now.â
âThatâs not entirely my fault and you know it. If weâre playing that game, you said youâd call me everyday, you said youâd always have time for me. Look at us now, cariĂąo!â
Alexia never raised her voice at you. That was how you knew things were truly different now. âI was busy. Some days I have twelve hour shifts, Alexia,â you replied simply, not wanting to raise your voice too.
âBusy,â Alexia scoffed at you. âBut you still have time to watch Leilaâs games every week.â
You immediately felt defensive at the mention of your girlfriendâs name. âWhy are you dragging Leila into this?â
Alexia was about to give you a piece of her mind, about how having a quick call with her wasnât as time consuming as watching a 90-minute football game, but you still had more to say.
âLeila has nothing to do with us turning into⌠into this mess!â So much for not wanting to raise your voice at her. âBesides, you have Olga too. You spent all your time with her and forgot the plans we made first.â You fired back at her, a part of you hated that Olga took your place, that Olga was able to be in Barcelona next to Alexia, doing all the things you used to do.
People would think you were jealous, but you werenât. You just didnât like her. You didnât like that she was taking up too much of Alexiaâs time. That wasnât jealousy.
âWhat plans? If I forgot something, then tell me. Iâm not a fucking mind reader, Y/n.â
âWhat was I supposed to do? Ask you to pick between Olga and I? Why would I do that when I know youâll pick her!â
(You might sound a little crazy. But you wouldn't admit that to anyone. In your defense, it was hard being demoted to second choice.)
âWhatâs your problem with Olga?â Alexia accused you, she knew you all too well.
âI have no problem with her. What's your problem with Leila?â
âDonât change the subject. I was once your best friend, I know you more than anyone, and I know how you usually are when you donât like someone.â
The use of past tense shouldnât hurt as much as it did. You knew things had changed between you. âGlad to know you donât think weâre best friends anymore.â
Alexia let out an exhale. âYou havenât been acting like youâre my best friend for sometime. Donât act all innocent.â
âEven though we havenât been talking much, youâre still my person. But since I donât seem to matter to you anymore, Iâll justâŚâ you trailed off, suddenly feeling stupid for all of this.
Alexia could feel that familiar tug in her heart, the feeling of wanting to make everything in the world right for you.
But for once, she casted it aside. The anger she had at you overpowering everything. âI donât think I matter to you anymore either, so I guess weâre even.â
There was a pause before you utter your next words. âYou matter the most to me.âÂ
Alexia could only scoff. âSure, you have done such a great job of showing that I matter to youâyou couldnât even spare five minutes of your precious 24 hours to talk to me!â
Deep down, you knew that. You knew that you were guilt-tripping Alexia when you had your faults too.
None of you said anything else. For once, in the two decades that youâve known each other, you both didnât know what to sayâhad nothing else to say.
When all Alexia could come up with was âI donât know who you are anymore. Youâre really hurting me this time,â you knew you had to put an end to all of this.
âI think we should just⌠take a break from all of this.â
Alexia couldnât believe what she was hearing. You didnât think you had it in you to say those words either. Even though the conversations between you two had diminished, saying that you wanted to stop talking to each other felt so⌠final.Â
âWhat?â
âIâm tired, Ale.â
âYou donât think Iâm tired too?â you could hear the urgency in her voice. âWhat does that even mean? âTake a break from all thisâ? You want a break from me, you mean? What ever happened to âyouâre my person, Alexia?ââ Alexia mimicked your voice. She was getting angrier by the second, you could tell.Â
âYou told me Iâm hurting you! Iâm tired of hurting you. I didnât even realize it, Ale. I never wanted that. All weâve been doing is fighting each other. I donât know how to stop this. I donât see a solution to this, I really donât.â
Neither of you knew where it went wrong. One day you two were fineâyou two loved each other more than anything in this worldâthe next thing you knew, you couldnât hold up a conversation where it didnât end with exasperated voices and tired sighs.
It was the distance, you assumed.
You and Alexia were attached at the hip. The only time you two went separate ways was when she had away games and international duties.
It was a two and a half hour flight between Barcelona and Manchester, but neither of you had made the trip to see one another. Alexia seemed even more far away as the days went by.
She had Olga to turn to now, you could feel her not needing you anymore.Â
It was the distance that took Alexia away from you, you would convince yourself that. It wasnât the nameless feeling in your chest that felt a lot like yearning, jealousy, and regret all at once.
You ended the call, not knowing whether youâd ever talk to Alexia again.
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Losing someone that had always been a constant in your life was devastating.
It was miserable. You were the most miserable you had ever been.
Leila kept on asking you what was wrong, your friends in Barcelona updating her that Alexia was in the same state as you. Not that you cared.
You didnât know how to live without Alexia in your life, but youâd manage. Youâd learn. This wasnât the end of the world.
You steered clear of your social media, not wanting to see any posts of her from your mutual friends or from the Barcelona account.
Leila and a couple of your friends eventually stopped asking you about what went wrong with Alexia, to which you were glad, but the emptiness you felt when no one brought Alexia up to you was starting to make you uneasy.
Alexia used to be in all your conversations, she was a huge part of your life. Now it felt like she was never a part of it.
A few months passed by, your birthday rolled around and you assumedâyou wishedâthat Alexia would break this silence between you two. It was your birthday after all.
But you shouldâve known how stubborn she was.Â
When you stayed up until the clock strikes midnight and there was no text from Alexia, when she used to pride herself on being the first person to wish you a happy birthday, you knew you had lost her for good.Â
You spent your birthday with pain in your chest like no other. You just wanted Alexia back.Â
Your friends in Manchester knew something was up with you, Leila figured that it was mostly because of Alexia. None of them could understand why it was upsetting you so much.
That night, you sat on your balcony and looked through the folder of pictures on your phone that contained decades worth of memories of Alexia. With each scroll, you could feel more tears running down your cheeks.
There was a photo of you when you were ten, Alexia next to you laughing at how ugly your haircut was.
Another photo was of you at prom, Alexia as your plus one. Despite the countless promposals you received, youâd rather have Alexia as your date than the stinky boys at your school.
When Alexia got called up for the national team for the first time, you were there with Eli to watch her score her first international goal. The photo you had was of her carrying you on her back. It was after the game ended and Alexia had too much energy that she had to carry you around the field.
The next photo was of Alexia sleeping at the library, you were studying for your exams when you were in University and Alexia had the day off. To her, nothing was better than spending it with you, even if it meant that she had to sit there and watch you study boring stuff. Alexia always had faith that you were going to be the best doctor in Barcelona.
You had a photo of when you flew across continents to watch her win the World Cup, grinning next to Alexia as she kissed your cheek, trophy in hand.
A photo of when she tore her ACL and you were there at her bedside as she was preparing to go into surgery. Alexia didnât let go of your hand until she was in front of the operating room.
A photo of you and Alexia in a locker room, both in Barcelona jerseys. It was the day before your exam, but it was also the Champions League final. You brought your textbook and Alba kept on laughing when you studied during half-time.
Most photos were of Alexia doing mundane things. They meant the most to you because of how carefree she looked in all of them.
Alexia making stupid faces at you as you grocery shopped together.
Alexia laughing next to you in the driver seat as she drove you to work.
Alexia cooking dinner for the two of you, her eyebrows scrunching in concentration as she read the ingredients from her new cookbook.
Alexia sipping coffee in your favourite coffee shop in Barcelona. They served the best banana bread, you never wanted to share them with anyone, not even Alexia.
Alexia watching replays of her games on her iPad. She was laying down on your couch, your throw blanket draped over her feet.
Alexia smiling at you with that look.
As you reached the last picture you had on the album, a photo of Alexia taken by you the morning you left for Manchesterâshe was on the driver seat, a wistful smile on her face as she turned to look at you during a red lightâyou suddenly felt as if you couldnât breathe.
You were in love with Alexia.
You were so desperately in love with Alexia, you had always been, ever since you let her become your first kiss.
You didnât like any of Alexiaâs relationships, because you were jealous. You thought none of her girlfriends could treat her well, no one lived up to your expectations. You felt like you were the only one who could understand her.
You hugged the blanket around yourself tighter, the gust of wind making your teeth chatter. You wanted Alexia there next to you, she would know that you were never a fan of the cold, always making sure that you were bundled up and warm.
You had a million thoughts running through your mind, mostly about how you missed all the signs of being in love with your best friend. Although deep down, youâve always known that what you felt for Alexia was too intense to be strictly platonic.Â
But when someone kissed you, having it meant the world to you, only for her to wish it never happened, you felt like it was justifiable that you decided to lock your feelings away.
Now that youâve uncovered them, you didnât know how to go on and pretend that you were fine with having Alexia out of your life.
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Barcelona was playing against Manchester City at the Etihad. This wasnât something you could get out of, you needed to be there to support Leila.
You had some friends traveling to Manchester to watch the match, you decided to sit with them instead of your usual spot at the Friends and Family section. You wantedâno, you needed someone to distract you from the person you hadnât seen in almost two years.
You ignored your friendsâ teasing at your Man City jersey instead of the Blaugrana colour (with Alexiaâs name and number) you usually wore. They didnât mention Alexia to you, having figured out the fallout, but a part of you wanted them to. You wanted them to tell you about Alexia and how sheâd been doing.
Your resolve almost crumbled, Alexiaâs name on the tip of your tongue. If it wasnât for the players entering the field and the loud cheers from the audience, you wouldâve asked them about Alexia.
Alexia, who was no longer blonde apparently. You saw her run to the field, her brown hair in a neat ponytail. Even from afar you could still see her smile. You hated that you still felt like jumping off a cliff at the sight.
You hated that your gaze was always drawn to her instead of your girlfriend.
Later when the game ended and Barcelona eventually won, you went to meet Leila at the barrier, whispering how great she played despite it all.Â
You almost accepted her invite to a night out with some of the Barcelona girls. The temptation to see Alexia again was so strong, but you didnât think you were ready yet.Â
You saw her anyway, in your dreams that night. Maybe it was that deep yearning that caused you to text her as soon as you woke up.
good game yesterday. always proud of you
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Your reconciliation didnât happen all at once.Â
You didnât magically go back to being the same as you were before (there was some apprehension from both parties), but it was close enough.Â
It was scarily easy to integrate Alexia back into your life even though you hadnât talked to each other for so long.
First it was the likes on Instagram posts, or a reply to your Instagram story of gloomy Manchester sky, or a comment on Alexiaâs post of her match day outfit.
Then the texts started. A simple text from Alexia telling you that she was through to the finals of the Euros. Or a text from you containing a picture of your cat, Mr. Oreo. They were evenly spaced out throughout your week, it wasnât too often that it felt like you two were rushing back into being friends, but it wasnât too scarce to leave you wanting more.
It was just perfect.
The striking difference now was that you were letting yourself fall for her. Every joke she made, every selfie she sent you, you took your time to admire her and let yourself fall even more.
Now that you were very much aware of your feelings, it didnât feel right to continue what you had with Leila.
You loved her, but you must not have loved her enough because you were still able to think of another woman.
You ended it with Leila on a Tuesday. She didn't have a game until Sunday and you figured that was enough time for her to not be distracted. Surprisingly, Leila took it well, as if she knew this was coming all along.
And it felt like the universe was laughing at you, because after you broke up with Leila, you received a text from Alexia.
Iâm getting married
You felt your heart drop. You had to put your phone back in your pocket because your hands were trembling badly.
You were suddenly desperate to do something, anything, before it was too late.
Even though a part of you felt like it was already too late.
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Alexia arrived at the airport three hours early. She spent those three hours walking from one end to the other, flowers in hand. Her hands shaking and her mind racing with the thoughts of finally seeing you again.
She passed by the exact spot you said your goodbyes two years ago, both of you holding back your tears as you exchanged promises that things would be okay. The moment you walked away and went out of sight, Alexia finally let her tears fall, feeling that a part of her left alongside you.
In the middle of pacing around the airport, Olga called, and Alexia felt guilty because her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you. She instantly buried the feeling of discomfort the moment Olga talked about their wedding.
Alexia was getting married to Olga. Her mind shouldnât picture you the moment weddings are mentioned. She closed her eyes and bid Olga goodbye, not remembering what her fiancĂŠ called her about.Â
You were her best friend. Nothing more. Why was it that even after years apart, her heart still ached and yearned for you?
Hours later, when you texted her to let her know that youâve landed, Alexia made her way to the gate. She stood there, flowers tightly in hand, tapping her foot anxiously.Â
You two had been slowly rebuilding your friendship. You texted each other, but never a phone call, and Alexia was nervous to hear your voice again after going such a long time without it.
Alexia was the first to spot you. You were dragging your suitcase, looking from side to side, as if urgently searching for something. And the moment your eyes found hers, your entire body lit upâthe whole airport could tell that you finally found what you were looking for.
Everything drowned out and to Alexia nothing else seemed to matter anymore, her only focus was on you. On how your eyes shone with happiness and how your lips slowly curved into the smile that Alexia had missed so much. When you were finally in front of her, something clicked within her, and every hurt, every anger, every sadness she had felt because of you disappeared and she was left with the feeling of nothing but love and fondness for the girl standing in front of her.Â
You were here and no matter how hard Alexia tried, she couldnât feel half of what she felt with you with anyone else.
âAlexia, hi.â
Alexia didnât say anything back, instead she immediately embraced you, hugging you with everything she had. She leaned down and buried her face in the crook of your neck, closing her eyes and squeezing you even moreâjust savoring the moment of finally having you there again.Â
Alexia thought back to the last time she hugged you, trying to remember every single detailâfrom the way your arms were wrapped around Alexiaâs neck, to the way your breath tickled her earâtrying to decide whether anything had changed.Â
And when you kissed the side of Alexiaâs head, laughing into her ears because she wouldnât let go, Alexia decided that no matter how many years had passed and no matter how many arguments you two got into, your hug still felt the same.
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Alexia,
The moment that has always replayed in my head for years is the night of your 18th birthday. We went to the beach after dinner and crashed someoneâs party, and we both got really drunk. It was fun but the thing that made that night so memorable was because it was the first time someone kissed me and that person was you.Â
The moment it happened, it felt like everything fell into place, you know? I understood why even my five year old self hated seeing you cry and just wanted to protect you from everything so youâll never cry again. I understood why out of all the people in the room, my eyes always search for yours. I love you, Alexia. Itâs always been you.
I was the happiest Iâve ever been that night. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world for being able to be in your arms. Â
But when you woke up the next day saying that you wished that night never happened, it felt like the missing puzzle piece in my heart that you completed the night before disappeared again.Â
Ever since then, I tried so hard to fill this gaping hole in my heart. I made it my lifeâs mission to go out there and meet the most perfect girl in the world just to try and replicate what I felt for you. But every time Iâm with someone, every time Iâm face to face with some perfect girl, your face appears and Iâm reminded that theyâre not you.
I love you, Alexia. I love you more with all the ups and downs weâve had. I love every part of you and I love you with every beat of my heart.
I think Iâve always known that I was in love with you. I was just never brave enough to label it as that. So I didnât. It wasnât until recently that I realized: I couldnât just sit here and watch you marry someone else.
You could call it selfish, but I wasnât going to risk the slightest possibility of you feeling the same way that I do.
I know Olga loves you, but I also know that sheâll never love you as much as I do.Â
To quote your favourite poet:
âI love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I donât know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   Â
so close that your eyes close with my dreamsâ
If you think that this is all wrong, please just ignore it, and I promise Iâll never talk about this again. But if you somehow feel the same, meet me at our usual spot at the beach tonight, 10 p.m.
Yours always,Â
y/n
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It wasnât like you didnât know this would happen. This was why you never wanted to risk your friendship because of some silly feelings. You knew Alexia wouldnât feel the same, your confession would go to waste, and you would be sitting on the beach, alone at night, waiting for someone who was never going to show up.
You thought of calling Alexia, to ask her what she thought of your letter. But you decided against it, this was humiliating enough.
Maybe Alexia was embarrassed? Maybe she felt bad for you. Maybe she didnât know how to talk to you now, knowing that you had all these feelings for her. Or maybe Alexia just didnât want to talk to you anymore.
You let out a big sigh and buried your face in your hands. You didnât know what you were thinking. All those years of friendship⌠that was all it was: friendship. You shouldâve known.
You checked your phone again. Nothing. No texts or calls.
You let out a laugh. Alexia wasnât stuck in traffic nor was she late, she was simply not coming.
Feeling your eyes start to well up with tears, you took a deep breath before standing up. You didnât plan on going back to your parentsâ house just yet, stupidly enough a part of you still had hope that Alexia was going to show up. You needed to walk around and distract yourself, sitting in the same spot that contained so many memories of her wasnât helping.
You took another glance at your phone, and when there was still nothing, you wished your heart wasnât so weak when it came to Alexia.
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Alexia never believed in fate or anything.
To be fair, she was five years old and watching movies where the princess always ended up with the prince and lived happily ever after seemed too good to be true.
That was until she met you.
You, who had your little legs outstretched on the grass as you snack on your cookies. You, who didnât hesitate to wipe away Alexiaâs tears when she tripped on your legs. You, who kept on apologizing even though it wasnât your fault that Alexia wasnât looking at where she was going, but you were trying to make her feel better.
You had been a constant in her life ever since then, with your wise wisdoms and never-ending ability to make Alexia laugh.
Alexia then understood that fate and destiny really did exist, because it was fate that brought Alexia to the playground at that exact momentâat that exact secondâso she could meet you.
When Alexia lost you, she didnât want to believe in fate anymore, because why was the universe so cruel that it left her on the floor of her apartment, crying and begging for you to come back.
You disappeared from Alexiaâs life and Alexia saw firsthand how the world became gloomier, how her days seemed to drag on longer without your presence.Â
Just when Alexia completely lost all hope, the universe had other plans, and it was destiny that she left her phone in her hotel room that morning, because if she didnât, her phone would be in her pocket as she was thrown to the swimming pool because Vicky and Esmee decided that playing a prank on their captain was a brilliant idea. Her phone would be ruined and she wouldnât be greeted with a text message from you.
A simple text telling Alexia that you were proud of her, but it left her breathless because she hadnât talked to you in a year. You two had no contact for a year, yet you were still proud of her. Like always.
Fate, destiny, the universe, and all of that had brought you to her, took you away, then brought you back.
It was also fate that made Alexia reach down into her purse and open the envelope youâd given her before parting ways earlierâsomething tugging in her heart, screaming at her to read the letter you wrote to her, even though she told herself that she would do it after youâve left the city.
And sometimes, the universe had a sense of humour, because at that moment, as Alexia finished reading the last sentence of your handwriting, her fiancĂŠ appeared in the doorway of their shared bedroom.
âAlexia?â
âIâm sorry.â
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The only thought Alexia had as she drove over the speed limit was to hope that you were still there, waiting for her. Just like what you had been doing all of these years.
All of those wasted years where you two could be together if it werenât for the doubts that forbade you from truly loving each other the way you were meant to.
âYouâve always loved her more than anything, Alexia. Even when sheâs a thousand miles away, even when you two werenât on speaking terms⌠Sheâs still the one you love the most. I could never compete with her.â
From this whole thing, Alexia was just sorry that she had to drag someone else into her mess. She would never forgive herself for saying âyesâ to someone, knowing that her heart wasnât fully in it.
âOlga, I never meant to make you feel like you were at constant competition with her. I really do love you.â
âBut not as much as you love her.â
âI never planned on staying in love with her forever, I really did try to love someone elseâwith you. And I did. All these years together, I meant everything I said and everything I did.â
âIâve always known that she would always come first to you, yet I still convinced myself that that would change one day. I know it made me a shitty person, but I was happy when you fought with her, because I thought that was finally it, you know? Finally youâd move on from her. But not even the fall out made you love her any less.â
Alexia would take whatever life will throw at her for hurting someone so deeply like she did to Olga.
But the only thing she could do right now was to find you and hoped that you were the happy ending fate had in store for her. The happy ending sheâd dreamt of all this time.
â
When Alexia couldnât find you at the beach, she figured she was too late. She tried calling and texting, but you werenât replying to any of it.
So she went to your parentsâ place, taking a slight detour to your favourite florist, picking up the bouquet they had ready, not wanting to waste another second away from you. Alexia figured you mustâve left thinking that she was rejecting you. Even if Alexia wasnât in love with you anymore, she wouldn't have just let you sit there all alone, fearing the worst. She needed you to know that.
Your childhood home was dark and quiet. All the lights were off and Alexia remembered that your parents were in Mollet del VallĂŠs, visiting your grandparents.
You werenât here but Alexia wasnât going anywhere else. She would just be there and wait for youâshe had waited decades for you, a few hours would mean nothing. She sat down on the pavement, not caring how dirty her jeans were going to be, and pulled out her phone from her pocket. She called the only person she could think of.
It took a few more tries for Mapi to pick up, and once the call got connected, Alexia spoke into the phone, âI have a problem.âÂ
Mapiâs voice was groggy. âItâs midnight, you dumbass. Can you call me later?â
âNo, this is urgent.â
Alexia can feel Mapi roll her eyes on the other end of the line, âWhen Ingrid kills me for being too noisy and waking her up, Iâm blaming it on you.â
âWell, in that case, I hope she does wake up then.â
âTonta.â
âMarĂa,â Alexia let out a tired exhale. âDo you know where Y/n is?â
Mapi groaned in reply. âEstĂşpida. I was asleep, how should I know?â
Alexia pressed her hand over her eyes and groaned, âI think I screwed up.â
Just when Alexia was about to elaborate further, even though she knew Mapi was half asleep, someone called out her name. Someone whose voice sounded exactly like you.
âAle?âÂ
Alexia quickly opened her eyes. It really was you.
âY/n.â
And there you were, standing in front of Alexia, head cocked to the side as if trying to figure out why Alexia was sitting there in front of your house at midnight.
Alexia quickly put her phone back to her ear, âUhm, Iâll call you backâTomorrow. Iâll call you tomorrow. Goodnight, MarĂa.â As soon as she ended the call, she quickly stood up.
Your arms were crossed over your chest, you were making yourself smaller, you looked so unsure of yourself that Alexia wanted nothing but to hug you and tell you that she loved you more than sheâd ever loved anyone.
But all you had was apprehension written all over your face. Alexia understood. You mustâve thought that by her not showing up, Alexia didnât feel the way you did. âWhat are you doing here?â
Alexia gulped. Now that you were in front of her, Alexia didnât know what to say. âDid we really kiss on my 18th birthday?â Alexia blurted out.
âWhat?â You were confused and still reeling from the embarrassment of the whole thing. You couldnât process what she said.
âI donât remember it,â Alexia continued. âI swear. I swear on Messi.â
âWhat?â Your tone was full of surprise. âYou donât remember?âÂ
âNo,â Alexia sighed, looking at you wistfully. âI would never stop talking about it if I did.â
You went silent for a few seconds, your face full of confusion. Alexia let you take it all in. âYou donât remember,â you stated in a questioning tone. âBut you said you wished it never happened.â
âI couldnât have said that, because I donât rememberââ
âOh my god, you donât remember?â It was like you finally realized what that meant. âOh my god,â you groaned, placing your hands over your face. âI spent years thinkingâI convinced myself that I wasnât in love with you because you rejected meââ
âI didnât!â Alexia interjected. âI would neverâ I was so hopelessly in love with you.â
You looked at her and your face turned paler if that was even possible. Your mouth agape, as if you wanted to say something but you couldnât. How could you? When your best friend was telling you that sheâ
âWait,â you realized something. âDid you say âwasâ? As in past tense?â You felt the hope that grew plummet to the bottom of the stomach. You knew it was too good to be true. âIs that why you didnât meet me earlier?â
âNo⌠No, Y/n, I read your letter too late. I didnât know you were waiting for me. I wouldâve dropped everything in a heartbeat to get to you.â
âOh.âÂ
Suddenly you were laughing. Your laughter echoing throughout the empty neighbourhood. Alexia stared at you, unsure of what this meant but she couldnât help the growing happiness in her heart with every laugh that escaped your lips. âI shouldâve just texted you, right? I wanted to be romantic with the letter.â
Alexia shot you a comforting smile. At least fate brought you both here, to this moment.
After your laughter died down, you took a hesitant step forward. âBut⌠do you really feel⌠the way that I do?â
Alexia sighed, being the one to close the gap between you and took your hands in hers. âIf my years and years of pining weren't obvious, I feel the same. Iâm in love with you. I still am. I never stopped, if weâre being honest. I broke things off with Olga, it wasnât right to stay with her if my heart belonged to someone else. She deserves way better than some girl who was too much of a coward to confess that sheâs in love with her best friend and ended up stringing her along for years, knowing that she would never love her the same.â
âSo youâŚâ you were at loss for words.
âIâm sorry, Y/n,â Alexia continued. âThis whole thing is a mess. I need to cancel my wedding preparations, I have to talk to a lot of people, but the only thing I know right now is that⌠I canât let you go again. Youâre my soulmate, Iâm sure of it. Iâve been sure of it ever since we were kids. I wonât love someone as much and as deeply as I love you. So⌠yeah.â
You didnât reply to Alexiaâs statement, instead you placed one hand on the back of Alexiaâs neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Once your lips met, Alexiaâs mind went to two things: how she never wanted to kiss anyone else in her life and how exactly did she forget your soft lips when they tasted like heaven?Â
Alexiaâs hands wandered to rest on your neck, caressing the smooth skin that felt electric under her touch. Alexiaâs mind was full with thoughts of you. Your lips on hers. Your hands around her waist. Your perfume engulfing her. Your nose brushing against hers. Your laugh vibrating against her lips.
Your lips curved upwards into a grin and Alexia could taste the happiness on your lips. She leaned forward once more for a peck on your smile and when you scrunch your nose in response, Alexia pressed another kiss to the tip of your nose.Â
âThat was⌠everything Iâve ever dreamed of.â Alexia hoped that you couldnât hear how erratic her heart was beating.Â
âWe can take things slow,â you whispered against her lips.
âIâve waited my whole life for you, I donât want to take it slow,â Alexia whispered back. âBut⌠I agree. We donât have to rush this. We have the rest of our lives to make up for lost time.â
Suddenly your eyes drifted to the flowers on the pavement, raising your eyes at that. âIs that supposed to be for me?â
Alexiaâs eyes widened when she realized the discarded flowers, quickly taking them and shoving them to you. âUhm. Yes. These⌠these are for you.â
âTheyâre beautiful,â you replied, taking the flowers from her but your gaze never leaving her face. âThank you.â
She pouted when she realized you hadnât even glanced at it. âYou didnât even look at it!â
You grinned at her, leaning forward and wrapping an arm around her waist. Your face back in its favourite spot against her neck. âI bet theyâre beautiful, just like you.â
âOkay, flirt.âÂ
Alexia quickly stepped back when she noticed that the flowers were squeezed in between you two. âYouâre ruining my flowers.â
âIâm not,â you scoffed. You looked down and scrunched your nose at the sight. At least they still had the beautiful pink colour intact, your favourite. âOkay, kind of. But that was your fault.â
Alexia took your hand that wasnât holding the flower and brought it to her lips for a kiss. âHow was it my fault?âÂ
âI couldnât resist hugging you.â
Alexia laughed and wrapped her arms around your shoulder. Swaying you side to side and sighing in content. Everything felt good. It felt like everything had fallen into place.
âNow youâre ruining the flowers even more!â your voice muffled with the way your face was squeezed into Alexiaâs neck.
âIâll get you new ones, mi amor. In fact, Iâll get you the whole shop.â
You laughed into her neck, placing a gentle kiss there. âIâm holding you on to that.â
Alexia hummed. âI love you, cariĂąo. I missed you so much.â
âMe too,â you replied.Â
âSay it back,â Alexia prodded, placing her cheek on the top of your head.
âHuh?â
âI⌠love⌠you.â Alexia said slowly.
Alexia felt your giggles tickle her neck.
âPrincessa, say it back.â
âYou already know the answer anyway.â
âMi vida.â
âAlexia. I love you too.â
Alexia did know the answerâshe had heard you say it a million times over and over. Despite that, Alexia still wanted to hear it a million times more.
â
Alexia had been to Manchester before but it was still hard to keep up with how busy the airport was. She couldnât spot youânot at first. All she could see was people rushing to get somewhere despite it being the early hours of the morning.Â
Alexia dragged her luggage to a secluded corner and pulled out her phone to give you a call. She put her phone to her ear and kept on looking around while waiting for you to pick up.
It was on the second ring when Alexia spotted you. You were sandwiched between people and you looked so small that Alexia wouldâve missed you if she didnât see the giant flower bouquet you were holding.Â
Once you answered the call, Alexia laughed into the speaker, feeling her heart grow ten times bigger with the amount of love she felt for you. Alexia still couldnât believe she was finally here, just a few steps away from the person she had missed so much.
âWhy are you laughing?â
âBecause,â Alexia sighed in content. How did she spend so long convincing herself that she would be fine settling for someone other than you? âThat bouquet is way bigger than you.â
As soon as Alexia said that, she saw you move your head in all directions trying to locate her. âYouâre here. Where are you?â
âI am here.â Alexia stated, enjoying how clueless you looked.Â
âAlexia.âÂ
âYou always complain about how tall I am, how can you not see me?â Alexia kept her eyes on youâfrom your furrowed eyebrows to the small pout on your lips, one hand holding your phone to your ear and the other holding the flowers. She laughed even more when you kept on whining and your pout kept getting bigger as each second passed.
âYou are annoying,â you groaned. âCan you just tell me where you are? Iâm hungry.â
âNot because you miss me?â Alexia teased. âYou only want me because I spoil you with lots of food.â
âYes, thatâs true!â you laughed. âSo hurry up and tell me where you are so we can get food, Alexia Putellas Segura.â
âOoh sheâs using my full name now.âÂ
âItâs because Iâm getting impatient!â
Alexia laughed, finally dragging her luggage and walking towards your direction.
Once she was behind you, Alexia ended the call and tapped your shoulder, making you jump slightly. Alexia chuckled to herself at how ridiculous she was for finding everything you did adorable.
You immediately turned around and once recognition settled in, you squealed and jumped to hug her. âAlexia! Youâre blonde again!â
âMi amor! I missed you.âÂ
When you broke apart, Alexiaâs eyes started to well with tears. You were finally in front of her, smiling at her with your big smile and sparkly eyes. Two months without having you near felt so long.
âBaby,â you cooed. âWhy are you crying?âÂ
âJust emotional,â Alexia squeezed her eyes shut to stop the tears from escaping. âI missed your stupid face.â
âNo one will be able to guess that you're the crybaby in this relationship.â
Alexia scowled at you. She would never admit that she cried more than you. Besides, no one would be able to verify this fact because she never cried in front of anyone, except you. âI am not.â
âSure. Can we get that breakfast now?â
Looking at you behind your big flower bouquet, Alexia felt breathless, only because she still couldnât believe that you were hers. At the same time though, she felt like she was able to properly breathe again, because you were finally back in her arms.
â
âHey, Ale?â
âYeah?â
You sat on the passenger seat, absentmindedly playing with Alexiaâs hand that wasnât holding the steering wheel.
âAre you sure you donât want me to drive?â
Alexia gave you a side glance. âAre you questioning my driving abilities? When it was me who drove you around most of your life.â
âMaybe,â you kissed the back of Alexiaâs hand. âYouâve never driven outside of Spain before. Iâm kind of scared right now. For my life and for my brand new car.â
Alexia laughed, âDriving is the same everywhere, amor.â
âFine,â you leaned over the console and pressed a kiss to Alexiaâs cheek. âI trust you.â
Alexia scrunched her nose in response. âStop kissing me and tell me where I should go next instead.â
âJust keep on going straight,â you responded. âThen turn left.â
âNow?â
âAre you seeing any left turns right now?â
âYou just told me to turn left,â Alexia whined. âYouâre such a bad navigator.â
âYou shouldâve let me drive.â
âYou must be tired from work,â Alexia let go of her hand that was in your grip to caress your face. âI just wanted to do something nice for you.â
You looked at Alexia, taking the her hand in yours again. âSo thoughtful, always a gentlewoman. Thank you, Ale.â
âI am thoughtful huh.â
You poked your tongue out at her in response. âI should stop before your ego gets too big.â
Alexia grinned at you. âI think my ego has been big ever since I knew I was your first kiss.â
âYeah, yeah,â you rolled her eyes playfully. âYouâre my first kiss, Alexia Putellas Segura. Just like I am yours.â
âThe one I donât have a single memory of,â Alexia noted. âHow could you let me forget what would be the most meaningful experience of my life?â
âItâs not my fault youâre a lightweight,â you pinched Alexiaâs cheeks to which the blonde laughed in response. âBut hey, at least I tried to remind you of that night, didnât I? About a thousand times these past few days if I remember correctly.â
Alexia hummed in thought, puckering her lips. âI think I need the reminder once again.âÂ
You giggled and kissed the palm of Alexiaâs hand instead. âLater at home, okay? I canât have you crashing my car.â
âIâd like that.â Alexia took a quick glance at you and smiledâone that reached her eyes, one that showed you just how happy she was.Â
But you were suddenly thinking of home and how you used it to describe your Manchester apartment, even though you never thought of it that way. That was, until Alexia came to visit, leaving her things scattered around like she always did in your old place in Barcelona.
You yearned for days like this, with Alexia driving you back home, eating takeout on the couch as you watched a football match you couldnât care less about. You let Alexia talk your ear off, giving her commentary on the game, you nodding along like you were totally invested in it too.
Home.Â
Manchester had never felt like home. It was an apartment with all of your things, where you slept and showered and ate, but you never considered it to be your home.
Alexia visited one day and changed the meaning of the place entirely.
You lived here for years without Alexia, but you couldnât imagine it without her anymore.Â
You looked at your best friend as she sang along to a Spanish song, she was so off-key. A grin instantly made its way to your lips.
Home was wherever Alexia was.Â
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It was a no-brainer, really.
There was no reason to stay in Manchester when your heart lived in Barcelona.
It had been on your mind since you had to leave Alexia again as you boarded the plane back to Manchester a few months ago. It was the only thing you could think of as you waved goodbye to Alexia as she went back to Barcelona, her black cap and sunglasses covering her face, but you could tell there were tears running down her cheeks.
You knew she was scared that history would repeat itself and you two would argue again. But you also knew that it was different this time. There were no uncertain feelings in your chest, no other girl next to Alexia making you feel replaced. You were certain of your love for Alexia.
But it was time to come home. You knew that the moment Alexia kissed you for the second time.
You hadnât told Alexia, but you were planning on coming back in a couple of months. You wanted it to be a surprise.
But the night before Alexia left, as you savoured the feeling of her pressed up against you, you came to the conclusion that you need to come back to Barcelona sooner than planned.
Having Alexia next to you felt so good. You missed it a lot. You knew you couldnât stand even another month being away from her, so you changed your entire timeline and decided to move it up so you were coming back in two weeks.
You had a lot on your to-do list. It was a hassle to move away from the place youâve lived in for years. It was even harder when you wanted to do it within a few weeks.
Alexia thought it was starting againâthe space between you.
You didnât want to ruin the surprise.
âAle, you're just being a distraction right now.â
Which was trueâyou had less time to reply to texts and calls in between trying to get rid of your furniture and trying to cut your lease shortâbut Alexia didn't know that so it wasnât the right word to use.
Out of context, it sounded harsh, and you figured you couldâve said it better.Â
Alexia ended the call abruptly and ignored all your texts for the rest of the day.Â
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Turns out, Alexia decided to ignore you for a whole week. It was understandable, you royally screwed up, but the only thing that kept you from flying to Barcelona as soon as you figured out she was ignoring you was the thought that you were coming back soon. For good.
You left Manchester and years worth of memories behind on a Monday. Your parents welcomed you back with open arms and you spent the night eating your motherâs home cooked meal.
The next day, you knew Alexia had training until noon. So you went to a florist, bought the biggest bouquet of Alexiaâs favourite flowers, and you met up with a Barcelona staff member with clear instructions that he was to give it to Alexia. And to make sure that she actually read the note attached to it.
Alexia, my love
Meet me at our spot at 4pm
Youâre going to be done by that time, so you better show up
Yours,
y/n
â
You sat at your usual spot by the beach, the same spot where you got your heart broken a few months ago when Alexia didnât show up. This time, instead of waiting for Alexia with dread and a heavy heart, all you felt was excitement at getting to see her again.Â
This time, you knew that Alexia loved you too and you didnât have to worry about her not showing up.
Alexia loved you too and you weren't going to let her go. It was that thought that kept on repeating in your head, the one that propelled you to leave Manchester behind and come back to Barcelona. As much as you loved it over there, you knew it would never beat the feeling of having Alexia next to you.Â
You couldnât wait to be with Alexia. Really be with her, not through a phone screen where her sleeping face would disappear once her phone ran out of battery.
âAmor?â
You craned your head as soon as you heard that voice. Alexia was still as beautiful as ever, despite only wearing some sweatpants and a hoodie that she stole from you when you were still in high school.Â
âHi.â Alexia put her hand up in a little wave. You smiled because Alexia looked so nervous, it was adorable.Â
You stood up and walked towards her slowly, your face still amused at the way she was biting her lipsâa nervous habit of hers. When you were inches apart you spoke, âHi back. Why do you look so nervous?â
Alexiaâs eyes drifted anywhere but you. âIâm not nervous.â
âYou totally are,â you said, trying to catch her eyes. âCan I hug you?â
Alexia finally returned your stare and once your eyes met, Alexiaâs entire posture softened and she leaned forward to engulf you in a hug.
âI missed you,â Alexia exhaled deeply. âItâs only been a few weeks but I missed you.â
You wrapped your arms around her neck, whispering that you missed her too. You breathed in her familiar scent and sighed. You felt at home.
âYou didnât tell me you were coming,â Alexia said once you broke apart.
You shrugged. âI wanted it to be a surprise.â
âWell, I am very surprised.â Alexia took your hands in hers. âIâm happy youâre here.â
âCan I kiss you now? Or are you still too nervous to do that?â you asked, your tone teasing. â I canât have you passing out on me.â
Alexia rolled her eyes, a small smile on her lips. âIâm not nervous.â
âSo can I kiss you or not?â you asked once more, a grin on her face.
âOf course you can.â
And that was all you needed before you leaned forward and captured her lips with yours.
You kissed your girlfriend gently, you kissed her slowly while trying to convey just how much you missed herâhow lonely your nights were without her to cuddle you to sleep and how cold your mornings were without her warm smile.
And when Alexia traced your bottom lip with her tongue, you couldnât comprehend how fast your heart was beating. After countless kisses, you still felt the same way you did when Alexia first kissed you at eighteenâall fluttery as a thousand butterflies rummaged around your stomach.
Alexiaâs lips on yours felt tingly, and Alexiaâs hands that were caressing your waist felt like they had belonged there all along.
When you broke apart, Alexiaâs hands stayed where they were, her forehead resting against yours while you both tried to catch your breath.
âI love you,â Alexia whispered. âI know I say that a lot, but I mean it every time.â
You hummed, your lips curling up into a smile. âI love you too.â
âIâm sorry, cariĂąo, for ignoring you. I was just⌠sad, I guess.â
âNo, I'm sorry, I shouldnât have called you a distraction.â
âItâs justââ Alexia sighed, she was really beating herself up over this. âYouâre supposed to tell me if youâre unhappy. Iâm your girlfriend.â
You immediately shake your head. âIâm not unhappyâI could never be unhappy with you.â
âThen?â
You took a deep breath before continuing, âYou were a distraction, but only becauseâAle?â
Alexia blinked back, as if she didnât quite understand what you said. She took a step away from your touch and turned her back towards you.
You were confused for a moment before you remembered how much of an overthinker she was.
âAle. Baby,â you gently placed your hands on her shoulders and turned her around. Your heart broke at the sight of Alexiaâs furrowed brows and the slight tremble in her bottom lips.
âAre youâDid you come back to break up with me?â
âOf course not,â you laughed. âAlexiaââ
âDonâtââ Alexia tried to turn back around and leave, but you quickly grabbed her arms to prevent her from leaving.
âAlexia,â your hand travelled down to her hands, intertwining them with yours. âLook at me.â
You could see tears starting to well in her and you sighed at how much she resembled a kicked puppy. âBaby,â you cooed. âItâs nothing bad, câmon, please donât cry.â
âItâs not?â Alexia whispered out.
âNo,â you flashed her a comforting smile. âI would never break up with you, you should know that by now.â
âOh,â Alexia looked down, sniffling. âThen why? Iâm a distraction to you?â
You lifted Alexiaâs chin up with your finger. âMoving across countries isnât an easy thing to do, you know. I have to talk to the hospital about my contract, I have to talk to my agent about my lease, I have to sell all my furniture, I have to meet with my friends to say goodbyeââ
âWhatââ
âThatâs why you were kind of distracting me, because I need to get a lot of things done if I want to come home to my girlfriend as soon as possible.â
When realization dawned on Alexia, her eyes widened and you laughed at how comical she looked. Alexia placed her hand on your mouth, muffling your laughs. âStop laughing at me. Youâre coming back?â
You took Alexiaâs hand away from your mouth and grinned at her. Alexiaâs eyebrows were raised, her face expectant as she waited for an answer.
You smiled fondly at her expressions before you answered her question with a kiss.
One second into the kiss, a giggle escaped your mouth, causing Alexia to break you apart, narrowing her eyes at your interruption. âSorry, you were just too adorable.â
âGlad to know you think me crying is adorable.â
You placed a kiss on her cheek. âI donât like seeing you cry but I wasnât even breaking up with you, you big baby.â
âYouâre so mean,â Alexia pouted. âBut youâre really coming back? For good?â
âI am. I canât be apart from you anymore. I love you and I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night.â
âCheesy.â
You scrunched up your nose. âShut up. Iâm trying to be cute.â
âSo⌠will you be asking me to move in with you then?â
âWellâŚâ you gave a sheepish grin. âI was hoping you would be the one to ask me that, since I donât exactly have a place here anymore. Unless you want to move in with my parents, thatâs okay too.â
Alexia laughed and pecked your lips. You felt warm all over. âLetâs go look for a new place. My place is too small for all our kids anyway.â
âKids?â you looked at Alexia with wide eyes. âAlexia. Did you skip the entire wedding?â
Alexia wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you close. âIâm talking about Nala. And Mr. Oreo, your stinky cat. Add Vicky, Jana, Esmee to the list too.â
You slapped Alexiaâs arm in response. âYou scared me there for a second. We need to get married first, you know. No skipping a chapter.â
Alexia laughed, kissing the top of your head. You looked at her and the sight of your girlfriend with a big smile and eyes that displayed so much happiness gave you the sudden urge to kiss her again. So you did.
With the feeling of Alexia smiling against your lips, you knew that no matter where life takes you, youâd always come home to her.
â
Y/n,
I still remember the moment you left to go to Manchester. I remember watching you leave and I remember feeling so helpless because I knew that things would change. I saw you walk away and I have never wanted to scream your name so badlyâjust so you would look at me one last time. But I didnât.Â
I didnât, because you were off to do amazing things and I couldnât keep you here as much as I wanted to. And because a part of me felt relieved that weâd be spending less time together because it would give me the time I needed to move on from you.
It worked for a while. My heart didnât break into pieces every time I saw you and Leila on social media, and my heart didnât feel like itâs being squeezed every time you talked about her.
My daydreams about you stopped, I didnât hear your laugh in the back of my head at random times of the day anymore. I thought that was it. I was moving on, and I started to swallow the bitter truth that we werenât meant to be together.
But then one night you called me. It was in the middle of the night and you couldnât stop laughing because of a joke you just thought of. You asked if I was asleep, and I knew youâd tell me to go back to sleep if I said yes, so I lied. Only because I missed your voice and because hearing your laugh again after so long made my heart feel whole again when I didnât even realize it had a missing piece.
I realized that, no matter how hard I try to convince myself, I would never love anyone as much as I love you.
I started to spend each night cursing at the stars, being angry and asking why the universe gave you to me, but at the same time, never letting me completely have you.Â
I settled for someone else because I thought that youâd never look at me the way I looked at you. I loved someone else and their name tasted just fine on my lips but I kept on wishing that it was your name that I was whispering into the dark nights instead. And I had to come to terms that I wasnât going to spend the rest of my life with you in the way that Iâd hoped, so I said âyesâ to someone else.
But things happened, and I found out that you had been looking at me the same way all alongâhidden glances, longing gazes, the desperate yearning to know how it feels like to love each other in ways no one but us can understand.
Youâre my best friend, Y/n. Youâre the bestest friend Iâve ever had and now, instead of cursing at the stars, I thank them each night because the universe gave you to me and now I have the chance to be able to love and admire every part of you.
Now your name is the only one Iâd whisper into the nightsâthe nights where itâs just us two and your face thatâs illuminated by the moonlight is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Now youâre the person I said âyesâ to because youâre the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
Itâs been a journey, hasnât it? I never would have thought that weâd be here, and that in a few hours Iâd get to call you my wife.Â
I love you, mi amor. I have loved you since I was five and didnât know anything about the world. I have loved you when we were apart, when nothing else was left to say between us, when the mornings without your texts turned my world darker.
And I have loved you when weâre together, when I look to the side and youâre always there next to me, when your hands feel like theyâre my long-lost limbâyour hands holding mine, your hands around my waist, your hands tangled through my hair, your hands around my neck, your hands holding me at night when itâs quiet except for the sound of your heart beating in sync with mine.
I have loved you for so long that itâs now a part of me and I know that I would never go a day without loving you.
And despite knowing you for most of my life, I still get nervous around you. So Iâm writing this letter in case I couldnât blurt out my vows because of how youâd be looking at meâas if Iâm the only star in your sky. I hope that by reading this, you know just how much I love you and how I donât ever plan to stop.
You make me the happiest. And Iâll spend the rest of my life making sure that youâre the happiest too.
Iâll see you in a few hours. Canât wait to see you walk down the aisle :)
Yours forever and ever and ever,Â
Alexia
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a/n: thank you for reading. this is my longest fic yet, please let me know your thoughts!<3
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Hey! Please do a lando x ex!reader. They break up after a lot of arguments due to being away from each other so much and then they meet a few months later and hook up. Like angst in the beginning then lots of smut.
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đ REQUESTED by anon ââââ I was actually planning to write something similar for so long. Thank you for the request and I hope you like it đ¤
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đ summary ââââ Surprisingly, months apart havenât dulled the connection between them. After a night of passion and honesty on both sides, maybe there is a future where they can make all the right decisions, after all.
đ pairing ââââ Lando Norris x ex!reader
đ rating ââââ explicit
đ category ââââ F/M
đ warnings ââââ +18, mature/sexual content, lots of angst & back-and-forth, fluff & smut, teasing, praising, explicit language, unprotected sex, mention of alcohol and drinking, swearing, not the healthiest relationship I've ever written tbh (the toxicity is implicit tho), overstimulation, pussy-drunk Lando, Max F. & Ethan aka FEEFA cameo.
đ word count ââââ 10.6k (Thank you to everyone who voted on this poll I posted the other day, I didnât expect to see so many đĽş).
đ date ââââ Nov. 27, 2024
đ a/n ââââ Guys, look. I know it's A LOT 𼴠I kinda let myself run with this one because I haven't posted anything in like a week or so. I still have 2 requests I'm working on, so don't give up on me yet đ¤đť
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SHE'S NOT ENTIRELY sure how long theyâve been dancing, but she hasn't finished her drink yet. Time feels like an illusion, blurring the edges of her vision with every new rhythm of the night. For the first time in months, she feels a little lighter, her friendsâ energy pulling her out of her own head â and apartment, where she locked herself in after the break-up.
The club is packed tonight, bodies pressed together in a sea of drunken, sweaty chaos. Neon lights bounce off every surface, painting the room in vivid purples, blues, and pinks. It's not usually her style â not anymore â but she figured it won't hurt to let lose for a couple of hours.
Itâs only when she steps away from the dance floor, her feet hurting and her head buzzing, that she spots him.
Why tonight, of all nights?
Why here, of all places?
Why him, of all people?
Heâs leaning casually against the bar, a glass in hand, chatting with a few familiar faces. Faces that she can't help but miss.
She stopped talking to Max â well, Max stopped talking to her after ending things with Lando, too upset that she toyed with his best friend's heart for âno apparent reasonâ. Their friendship dissolved under pressure, fragile as a cheap plastic cup in the grip of sulfuric acid. But Max wasn't the only one who took it personally. That's why she needed to cut ties with everyone from her past. She needed new friends â her own friends â, she needed a new place and new clothes, and to rebrand herself from scratch. Which she did.
She thought she had made it through, but the past has its twisted ways of coming back when you least expect it.
Now, the sight of him, so vivid and real, makes her chest tighten.
She stops in place, hoping he doesnât notice her, but then his eyes flick in her direction and, for a brief moment, neither of them blinks, the noise around them fading into a dull murmur.
He straightens slightly, his relaxed posture gone as his brows knit together. Thereâs something unreadable in his body language â surprise? Excitement? Confusion? Pain? She doesnât know, but it mirrors the knot twisting in her stomach.
Her friends call out to her, pulling her attention briefly, and when she looks back, heâs still staring. Except now, heâs moving, weaving his way through the crowd toward her.
Oh, hell no.
Her heart starts to race, a mix of adrenaline and something far more complicated than fear, as she rushes to walk away; she's fought for far too long, and now her instinct is to fly as soon as she senses danger.
Unfortunately, she's not quick enough.
âHey,â says Lando when he gets closer, his voice low but audible over the music.
Hearing him gives her goosebumps, hating the way her body is betraying her. Itâs been months since sheâs heard his voice, but it still hits her the same way: sharp and unrelenting.
She turns around, forcing a smile, âHi, Lando,â she manages, her voice steadier than she feels, thinking she should try acting if she makes it out alive from this encounter.
âCan I buy you a drink?â he asks, his tone careful, yet extremely suggestive.
It makes her stomach twist again.
He used that line the very first night they met, his boyish grin lit by the dim, flickering lights of another club, in another city. Potentially another life, she's not sure. She remembers the way he had leaned in, so full of confidence and asked the same exact question with a mischievous glint in his eye.
It feels too deliberate now, too heavy with the weight of their past for her to ignore.
âAll set,â she finally says, her voice quieter than she intended, as she raises her half-full glass in her hand. âThanks.â
For a moment, it feels like theyâre strangers meeting for the first time. Except theyâre not, and their history is hanging heavily in the air between them.
Lando nods, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets, âHow about this, let me join you for that drink?â
She takes a look to where her friends are dancing, then she turns back to him, âI'm here with my friends.â
It's a pathetic excuse, she knows that. But she has no time to think of something else. Not when her brain is suddenly all scrambled and can't form a single coherent thought.
Lando frowns, disappointed, but not willing to give up that easy. âCome on, just a quick catch-up and then you can go back to your friends. Mine won't mind,â he shrugs, pointing at the bar, where the others are following their every move like a bunch of curious minions.
She catches Max lifting his glass in her direction, and Ethan, waving frantically.
Against her better judgment, she nods.
âOkay,â she murmurs, âLet's catch up,â she spits the words, sounding a bit too sarcastic. Still, it makes Lando smile.
His shoulders relax slightly, relief softening the tension in his body. He gestures toward a quieter corner of the club, away from the pounding bass and the sea of bodies. His first instinct was to take her hand in his, but since that's over the line, Lando keeps looking back, making sure she follows him. And she does. Like a naive, lost puppy that hasn't learned a single thing in the past five months, apparently.
The crowd surges around them, chaotic and loud, and before she can react, someone stumbles into her, their elbow catching her arm. As a result, she's thrown off balance, her feet slipping on the slick floor. Gasping, she's bracing for the inevitable fall that⌠never comes.
Landoâs hand shoots out, catching her waist and pulling her upright. His grip is firm, grounding, and suddenly sheâs pressed against him, her chest brushing his.
âCareful,â says Lando, his lips close enough to her ear for the voice to cut through the noise.
The spot where he's touching her is burning her skin. She looks up, speaking with a hesitant smile, âThanks, I'm good.â
The club around them fades away, and all she can feel is the warmth of his hand on her waist and the familiar scent of his cologne â a smell she used to know so well. It is almost intoxicating, and it makes her mouth water. She realizes that's what she was missing the most.
Lando smiles faintly, his hand slipping away as if heâs reluctant to let go. âAlways got you.â
She doesnât know how to respond to that, sensing the double meaning behind his affirmation. So, she nods and lets him guide her the rest of the way.
They find a small, semi-private booth near the exit, far enough from the main dance floor that the music dulls to a manageable volume. He gestures for her to sit first, then slides in across from her.
She fiddles with the edge of her glass, feeling his eyes on her.
âSo,â she starts, leaning back against the booth, âYou're here.â
Here, as in back home.
âFor a week or so, yeah. Got a bit of a break between Brazil and Vegas.â
She nods, emptying the rest of her drink in one go, âHowâve you been?â
Lando shrugs slowly, âAlright. Busy with work and everything,â he trails off, his gaze dropping to her lips for a brief moment. âItâs not the same,â he continues, his smile fading away. âWhat about you, what have you been up to?â
She needs superhuman powers to stop herself from scoffing in his pretty face. Itâs such a simple question, yet it feels loaded, heavy with all the things they havenât said to each other in almost half a year.
âIt's been⌠peaceful. I moved to another neighborhood. Kept busy, distracted.â
Lando hums, his expression unreadable for some reason. âYeah, I get that. You look great, by the way,â he states it as a fact, his voice soft but unwavering.
She hesitates, then looks up at him, really looks at him. His face is the same and yet⌠not really. The boyishness is still there, but thereâs a weariness in his eyes that's somehow new. Plus some facial hair she always begged him to try out. It tugs at something inside her, something sheâs not sure sheâs ready to face. Because it hurts. Because it annoys her. Because, after everything, she's still not over it.
âCheers,â she replies, hoping he won't catch the blush in her cheeks. âI kind of hoped you would look like shit when I saw you again,â she admits. âYou know, I'm talking no front teeth and severely balding. But, oh well. You too.â
Lando's smile widens, making everything infinitely worse for her.
He wears a black shirt that clings to his frame in a way that highlights the muscles in his arms. His black cap is pulled low, worn backwards in that signature way he always did, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe. His eyes are still the same, though. Dark, piercing, the same ones that could make her heart beat faster even after everything thatâs happened.
âI thought about you a lot over these months, you know,â Lando finds himself saying, chewing on his lower lip.
She shoots him a surprised look.
As if, she thinks. His Instagram feed would say otherwise.
âYou did?â she ends up asking, curiosity getting the best of her.
A hint of vulnerability creeps into his voice, âOf course. I've missed you.â
She laughs dryly, âBut it's been good for us, right? We just established we both look great, no constant fighting, no slamming doors, no smashed phonesâŚâ she says, looking at him intently.
He can't sustain that for long, so he looks down at his shoes, slightly ashamed, remembering how bad it used to get when the distance between them felt too much to handle. He remembers the frustration, and the helplessness he felt when he couldnât reach her, because he couldnât make things right. He did smash his phone once, in a fit of anger, because he couldnât get ahold of her for hours â not his proudest moment, that's for sure.
Lando swallows hard, âYeah, it has been nice to have some distance. I guess it makes the heart grow fonder, right?â
âHmm,â she hums, letting her eyes travel across the room, scanning random faces and wondering how life would be if she were someone else, âI don't know about that.â
She knows, in fact. But the words pause in her throat, too tangled up in memories. When he finally looks up, she's holding his gaze for just a beat longer than she should, and she wonders if he can feel it too â that familiar pull, like gravity, drawing them back together once again.
âI knowââ Lando begins, not sure from which angle to approach. âI know it was the right choice at the time, but I can't help but wonder what things could have been if I'd fought harder for you.â
âCome on, Lando,â she laughs, unamused, giving her head a shake, âWe would've ended up in another vicious circle, no matter what. It's always like that with us, isn't it?â
A part of him knows she's right. Still, âWe'll never know.â
âWell, maybe it's better that way,â she manages, her voice lacking conviction.
âOr maybe itâs not,â he contradicts her, his words carrying a weight that presses on both of them. âYou never think about us?â
Another sharp, dry laugh â it's either this, or she'll start crying. âI am actively trying not to,â she admits, her tone tinged with exasperation. âWhatâs the point, Lan? Thinking about what couldâve been wonât change what happened. You were always gone, and I couldn't spend my life following you around like a headless chicken. We had a good time, but it was never going to last,â she says the last part mostly as a reminder for herself. âNot in those circumstances.â
His jaw tightens. âYou think it was easy for me? That it didnât tear me up knowing I couldnât be there for you the way you wanted me to?â
âI didn't say that,â her eyes snap to his, âWe simply weren't working. We were too good at breaking each other.â
Lando leans back in his chair, frustration visible on his face. He hates that she's right, but it doesnât stop the ache in his chest.
His jaw clenches, âI just⌠I donât want to believe thatâs all we were. Breaking each other.â
Her expression softens a little at his words, âNot all. But enough to make us miserable.â
For a while, the air between them feels heavier, the noise fading into the background. He wants to say something, anything, to counter her point, but all he can do is look at her and ask himself if they were, indeed, playing a losing game back then.
âDid you meet someone?â his question flies out of nowhere.
Lando looks at her with anticipation, sensing the hesitation.
âI did,â she replies, nodding slowly.
âAnd?â
She meets his eyes for a split second before looking away again, fixing her gaze somewhere on the table. âAnd we're happily married with twins on the way. What do you think? I just. Couldnât.â
Lando's stomach drops, trying his best to remain calm, his hands clenching into fists. âYou couldnât what? Be with them?â
She shakes her head, her movements slow and deliberate, as if choosing her words carefully. âIt was too soon.â
Her answer only leaves him with more questions. âSo, what does that mean?â
âI donât know what it means,â she rushes to say, her tone tinged with irritation. Itâs clear sheâs as unsure as he is, but that only makes it harder for Lando to process her reaction.
He runs a hand over his face, his exasperation bubbling to the surface. âIâm just trying to understand,â he says, his voice quieter but no less intense. âBecause I've also tried.â
She looks directly at him now, her eyes narrowing slightly. âAnd?â she challenges in the same manner, her tone carrying just a hint of defiance.
âThey weren't you,â says Lando, the truth of his statement hanging between them like a heavy anchor.
They remain silent after that.
She wants to ask him why â why he still cares, and why it hurts so much to be in the same space again after all theyâve been through. Nothing comes out, though; she already has the answer to that. They didn't break up because they stopped loving each other. They had both been too caught up in their own worlds to find any kind of balance. That broke them up.
He wants her to speak. He needs to hear her speak. To react. But when she says nothing in return, there is a brief second when he feels like giving up for good; he can't do anything if she's already made a decision. He knows how stubborn she is.
Lando nods to himself while getting up and start walking toward the exit, his thoughts all over the place.
The night air greets them with a quiet, cooling embrace as they step out of the club. Of course she follows, and she hates herself for that. But she can't help it â it's instinct. Like a magnetic force he's always had over her.
On the other hand, it's how they always communicated, through gestures and actions rather than words.
The soft click of her heels against the pavement gives Lando hope. He slows down so she can catch up, and then they walk side by side, without talking. The background noise of the city keeps them company, and by the time she decides to break the silence, he stops abruptly.
His voice sounds so small now, like a child asking his parents why can't he eat his chocolate bar before dinner.
âI know it feels so silly looking back,â says Lando, as though afraid to shatter the superficial peace between them. âWe did so many things wrong, but I think we also did a lot of things right.â
She hesitates, her eyes dropping to the ground where a patch of light from a distant street light catches the edge of her shoe. Her arms fold tightly across her chest, while trying to look anywhere but at him.
âYeah, breaking up was one of the right things,â she says thoughtfully, though her voice has a trace of bitterness behind it. âBefore that, we tried so hard to make it work that we ended up burning each other alive.â
It's crazy how simple words can cause physical pain so quickly.
âYet we're still here,â he reminds her. âKnowing what we know now, maybe we wouldnât burn so fast this time. And isnât it worth it, even if it only lasts for a little while? We were so happy at the start.â
Thatâs what he clings to. The laughter, the stolen moments, the way they fit together so effortlessly â she canât argue with that. Their beginning was a beautiful dream, but itâs the nightmare that followed that keeps her guarded now, even though all she wants is to crack his ribcage open and slip inside him so they will never be apart again.
Her voice shakes as she tries her best to make him see her side, the memories spilling out like water breaking through a dam. âI had to put myself back together, Lando. Piece by piece. And I was all alone.â She forces herself to meet his gaze, finally, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. âTurns out, our friends were actually your friends, and I had to go through the worst breakup of my life with no one by my side. I had to move, I had to build an entire life from pretty much nothing. And I had to do everything alone, because I didnât just lose you. I lost everything the moment I made you the center of my universe.â
Her words knock the air out of his lungs, guilt clawing at his insides. âLook, I know I should have been there,â says Lando, his voice barely steady. âFuck me. I wasnât supposed to let you go in the first place, alright? I shouldâve been a better boyfriend, and I shouldâve fought harder to make it work, using what we had then. But you did fuck with my head, and I thought being away would help.â
The first tear spills down her cheek, and she wipes it away hastily, as if she could erase the vulnerability altogether.
âIt did help,â she agrees. âI know I can live without it now.â
Lando freezes for a split second, then stepping dangerously closer to her. âSo, youâll be fine if we stay broken up?â he asks, his voice almost a whisper.
She nods, but itâs shaky. And when she takes a step back, trying to put distance between them, Lando decides he gave her enough space. Fuck that. He's not thinking anymore, not with his brain, at least. He closes the distance again, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close in one swift motion.
Itâs impulsive, desperate even. But he doesnât care. The moment he feels her presence in his personal space, the fire heâs tried to smother for months, roars back to life, more powerful than ever. And just like that, everything it's right again. The way her body fits against his, the familiarity of it all, makes his heart race in his chest.
âStop being so fucking stubborn, baby,â he murmurs into her hair, his voice cracking under the weight of his own desperation. âWhy canât we at least try, hm? You told me it was too soon for someone else. Maybe itâs because itâs supposed to be me.â
Her breath catches at the sudden closeness, at the rawness of his voice. She's unsure of what to do with her hands, until they hover awkwardly by his shoulders.
âYou're not fair,â she whispers, her voice slightly trembling. âYou canât just accidentally waltz back into my life and say things like that.â
âI donât give a flying fuck about being fair,â he says, his voice firm. âI just want us back. Simple as that.â
Her tears blur the edges of Lando's face when she tries to push him away, but his grip won't let her. Not this time.
âIt's not that simple, and you know it,â she says. âWeâll only end up hurting each other again.â
âThen we hurt, so what?â he counters, his voice soft but sure. âAt least weâll know we tried until there wasn't anything worth fighting for. I'm not done with you, baby. Are you?â
Her hands finally move, trembling as they brush against his cheeks. They're not as soft as they use to be, his little facial hair scratching slightly at the pads of her fingers. The connection sends a jolt through them both as her touch lingers, trailing up to his hair. She pulls at his cap with both hands, placing it on her own head with a weak smile.
âItâs longer than you used to wear it,â she notices, her tears catching the street lights.
Landoâs heart clenches, managing to shoot a small smile in return, âI thought maybe Iâd try growing it out. Do you like it?â
âI love it,â she admits as she tries to messily style his hair with her fingers. âIt suits you.â
For a little while, theyâre trapped in their own bubble. Her touch feels like home, and all Lando can think of is that he can't lose it again.
âIâm not asking you to decide now,â he finally says, his thumbs tracing soft circles on her waist. âI just need to know Iâm not the only one still holding on.â
TWENTY MINUTES LATER, they're stumbling into her apartment. She knows it's reckless, and she's basically throwing away five months of progress, but it wasn't going to last, anyway.
Addictions are very hard to keep under control, especially when they have curly, dark hair and give you bed eyes.
âThis way,��� she says, her lips swollen from kissing all the way to her door.
Lando doesnât have time to adjust, his head already spinning with hundreds of scenarios that fly tirelessly through his mind. However, the only thing that captivates him at the moment is her, and the way her fingers curl into the waistband of his jeans. She tugs him closer, her lips crashing onto his once again, their breaths blending in a frantic exchange of need and uncertainty.
He watches her fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, her movements clumsy but determined. His heart reaches his throat, swallowing hard, as his hands move from her waist to his belt, blindly unbuckling it before tossing it carelessly aside. The sound of leather hitting the floor barely registers over the erratic, overlapping rhythm of them kissing.
Then, he sees it. The spark in her eyes she used to have when she looked at him â it catches him off guard, giving him hope. He follows her as she moves slowly, her back toward the bed, her movements precise, like a cat's. She lies down, propping herself up on her elbows, while he takes cautious steps closer, his shirt hanging open to reveal his chest and toned abs.
But just as he leans forward, her high heel presses lightly against his chest, stopping him.
Lando freezes, his hands bracing on either side of her foot, tracing his palm up and down her leg, as his eyes dart up to meet hers.
âYou can look,â she says, catching a glimpse of confusion in his eyes. âBut for now, no touching.â
He frowns, clenching his jaw at her request. It would make sense for her to bring him to her place only to torture him, but she can't be that heartless. Right? The sight of her, stretched out on the bed with her foot holding him at bay, is almost too much to handle already.
âYou're not fair,â he mutters under his breath, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âI don't give a flying fuck about being fair,â she repeats his words from earlier, her foot staying firm against his chest.
The power is in her hands, and she's planning on using them properly tonight.
âNo touching,â she repeats, determined.
Lando's hands fall at his sides.
Slowly, she slides her foot down, letting it drag across his chest, making a quick stop on his lower abdomen before settling on the bed. Her gaze locks onto his, a daring glint in her eyes as she spreads her legs, revealing the black lace panties. The dress she's wearing lifts up her thighs of its own accord, leaving Lando chocking on air for a brief moment. His lips part as she trails her fingers down her own body, teasing herself the way sheâs done countless nights before.
Nights when he wasnât there.
Nights when she was alone, chasing a high only his touch could give her.
âWanna see how I got through five months without you?â she asks, her hands traveling way down, hooking her fingers to pull at the soft material.
His breath hitches, the sight of her undressing before him so painfully slowly making his chest ache with longing and guilt.
âI thought of you,â she continues, letting a small whimper out when the soft lace peels off with a little resistance from her already soaked pussy. âYour hands, your mouth⌠the way you sound when you're turned on,â she discards the panties at the foot of the bed, her breath catching in her throat as she glances at him through her lashes. âSuch a delicious combination between your sleepy voice and that low octave you hit when you're drunk.â
Landoâs mouth goes dry, his hands twitching at his sides, itching to lean over and collect the material off the floor to stuff it into his pocket as a souvenir. Heâs never felt so powerless and yet so utterly consumed by someone before.
âWill you let me?â she asks, her lips curving into a smile thatâs equally wicked and vulnerable, âShow you?â
Her name leaves Landoâs lips in a protest while he takes an instinctive step forward, but she stops him with her foot once again. Itâs a punishment, and he knows it. Sheâs showing him exactly what he missed, and exactly how she wanted him for so long.
Lando's breath is shallow, his chest rising and falling as he watches her. Helpless. His every nerve is tuned to her, eyes following how her fingers slide so easily between her folds, spreading the wetness as she teases her hole. Of course sheâs taking her time with it, only to make sure he registers every tiny detail, just in case he forgot.
Her head tilts to the side with a quiet gasp when she pushes slowly inside. The sound of her wet entrance is enough to make his knees weak, still, his body turns to stone.
On the other hand, his heart is a mess of pride and frustration â pride that she still feels comfortable to be this vulnerable and open in front of him, frustration that he has to see her like this, untouchable. That's why he's not even blinking, too afraid he'll miss a thing.
She starts to gently rock her hips against the bed, fucking her fingers in and out, her body trembling as her whimpers fill the room. It's too much for Lando, but luckily, she didn't say anything about moving. His legs finally give out, and he falls to his knees, the sound of his breath ragged and uneven as he gets closer to her.
Yes, she's in charge â for now, at least â but he can't stop his words slipping out. Quiet, yet demanding.
âSlower,â he says, fixing his eyes on the way her fingers slide over her clit. âDon't rush it, please. I want to see all of you.â
Her gaze meets his, and for a moment, neither of them says anything else. She sees the vulnerability etched into his features, the way his body betrays him, shaking with restraint, completely at her mercy.
He looks like a man unmoored, defeated. So beautiful.
âLandoâŚâ she breaths heavily, her back arching against her own hand, that flattered slightly at his words, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks.
She hates how much he still affects her, obeying him without questioning his ways. Like no time has passed whatsoever.
When they make eye contact again, it's like they silently agree to go with it; whatever tonight will bring.
âThat's is,â says Lando with satisfaction as she resumes her movements. âYou gorgeous little thing. So beautiful when you listen, yeah?â
She nods, feeling him leaning forward just slightly, close enough that she can feel his warmth on her skin, without him touching her in any way. The air feels electric, her breath stuttering as she keeps fucking up her fingers under Lando's careful guidance. He watches every motion, his jaw tightening, ignoring the ache in his boxers the moment she finds her sweet spot, crying at how good it feels. She tries to muffle the moan, but Lando catches the hesitation, his eyes narrowing in her direction.
âNo, let me hear you. Please, let me hear you,â he implores, exhaling sharply. âGod, you're perfect. I could watch you forever.â
Lando can't help but notice how receptive she becomes at his words, her body tightening at the way he's praising her. As a result, she presses her fingers harder onto her clit, feeling the pressure building inside.
âMhm, LanâŚâ
âI'm with you, baby. Keep going,â he encourages her, his gaze fixating on the slickness dripping between her legs. âFucking hell. You're already so close, aren't you?â
It's like every word gets caught in her throat, and the only way she can reply to him is with a pathetic, desperate whimper.
In hindsight, she's never came from her fingers so quickly before, but the wave thatâs hitting her from every direction right now is too intense to process right away.
It happens too fast, and the next thing she's aware of is Lando's voice, bringing her back.
âPlease,â she hears him beg, managing to give him a slight nod of her head in return.
In that moment, the lights go out. Even so, Lando wants to be patient, as his index finger lightly brushes against her warmth. She exhales, giving up control, her gaze locked on him as if he is the only one that ever knew her. Meticulous, Lando traces his long, rough finger through her wetness, causing a shock to run through her whole body as it moves up and down her clit.
She thought she already crossed her limit, but then he leans down to press his mouth on her â deliberately, unapologetically, thirsty.
Lando lets out a deep, guttural groan that reverberates against her, causing her hips to twitch slightly. His tongue is wet and warm on her pulsating clit, leaving her breathless while he tastes her like it's the last time.
âMy sweet, sweet baby,â he whispers, his voice intimate and personal, the words enveloping her in layers and layers of honey.
Feeling his warm breath on her center causes a surge of tension within her, making her walls tighten as his tongue explores within. He can't help but smile just as she leans into him, her body responding naturally, and he grips her thighs, closing the remaining gap between them. At that, she instantly buries her fingers in his curls, her hips mimicking his head movements.
âOh, fuck,â she exhales abruptly.
The rest is pure bliss â his tongue licking in deep strokes, his muffled moans between her thighs, and the way he canât seem to let go of her, gripping her tightly because heâs been deprived of her taste for so long.
Just for a brief second, Lando raises his head and, as his gaze remains fixed on her eyes, his mouth sucks gently at her clit. She's never seen him so desperate before, the sight of him owning her like that covering her entire body in chills.
Gradually, his kisses become way too powerful, which forces her to quickly grab his messy curls and pull him closer, unable to control herself anymore.
Without any warning, she screams his name as her climax hits her like a tidal wave for the second time in a row.
His growling makes her thighs quiver in his grasp, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure as her body convulses with each new sensation, while Landoâs tongue continues licking her during every heartbeat and shiver.
Next time she looks at him, his lips shine, his cheeks are red, and his gaze so intense that it causes her heart to skip a beat, creating a connection that seems more profound than any physical sensation she's just experienced.
He didnât try to give her the best sheâs ever had, but attempt to remind her how well he knows her body â to show her she still belongs to him.
âYouâre so pretty,â says Lando, keeping his eyes on her, while he presses one finger back inside her cunt to test how thight she is after her second orgasm.
âLando,â she spits his name at the unexpected touch, still too sensitive, âWhat⌠are you doing?â she gasps softly, a mixture between a sigh and a moan, when Lando's finger pulls out and glides across her wet, delicate clit once again.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â Lando murmurs against her thigh, his voice low and reverent.
He grins in her direction, while his thumb circles her clit with precise intention, like a wheel gripping the perfect racing line. Sure of himself, Lando continues his movements, realizing how overstimulated she is, as he gets up to hover above her. Her hips buck instinctively into his hand, a jolt of reaction she canât control.
Seeing Lando on top makes her react on instinct, wrapping one arm around his neck, while the other hand travels down his chest. The heat pooling in her stomach rises fast, an apex she didnât expect to reach so soon. Itâs intoxicating, her body spiraling as her mind blanks out the world beyond him.
âLanââ she gasps, her back arching as if trying to escape, though every fiber of her betrays that she wants more.
âCome on, baby,â he says, increasing the pace. âYou can give me one more. You're doing so well, I know you can,â his voice is a blend of dominance and desire, while his fingers press into her, knowing exactly where to go and how to bend, âLike that, see? So easy for me to read you. I could fuck my fingers into your pretty hole all night long and you'd still come for me every single time, wouldn't you, baby?â
Shaking, she clings to his neck, crying out his name in spasms. He loops his free arm around her, gently kissing her cheek â a gesture so tender and innocent that makes her heart grow ten times in size.
She grips his shoulder with one hand, her eyes closing in pleasure. âI canâtââ she chokes, the words tumbling out between ragged breaths.
In an attempt to get her power back, she tries to push at his wrist, but his arm steadies her, determined.
âOf course you can, love,â says Lando, his voice a gentle command, the firmness in his tone like a driver refusing to lift his foot off the pedal, curious to see how far he can take it.
Her hand clenches around his arm as his thumb presses against her clit with ruthless precision. She reacts on instinct, muscles coiling tight as she bucks against his hand, not sure what controls her body anymore, since her brain got disconnected long ago. The slik rhythm of Lando's fingers becomes too much, and she knows she's close when he starts curling them inside at the perfect angle.
âLaâ Fuck, baby, that feels so good,â her voice is a high-pitched cry now, laced with desperation. âIâm goingââ
âI know, baby. So pretty. Look at you, making such a mess for me,â he urges, leaning in to kiss her neck.
Her body tightens as pleasure explodes within her, blinding and all-consumming â a full-throttle sensation, unrelenting in its intensity. She sobs his name as liquid warmth spills from her pussy, coating Landoâs fingers. He doesnât stop there, though, his hand continuing its pace, coaxing every last wave of her climax as his arm holds her securely against him.
âGod, I've missed you.â
When her breathing slows down, he falls down on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Her legs shake slightly, and her fingers curl weakly into his bare chest as he cradles her close.
Lando presses a tender kiss against her temple, his voice filling the quiet. âIt wasnât acciedntal,â he confesses.
She blinks rapidly, tilting her head to look at him, confused, âWhat?â
âEarlier,â Lando clarifies, âYou said I was accidentally waltzing back into your life â it wasnât accidental,â he repeats.
âWhat do you mean?â
Lando places a few more kisses on the heated skin of her neck, sucking in a couple of bruises, the gesture meant to buy himself more time for the storm raging in his head to stop.
âLando,â she pulls him out of it.
âBeen trying to figure out how to do this for a while. I just⌠couldnât stay away from you anymore,â he admits, looking up at her, his eyes pleading. âI had Max playing detective while I was away.â
She pushes him off her to sit up on the bed, pulling at the edges of her dress. âSeriously, what?â her tone is not defensive â at least not yet â but thereâs a sharpness to it that cuts into him.
âNo, I didnât mean it like that,â he rushes to explain, âLook, I didnât stalk you or anything. Nor Max,â he continues, getting up to stand next to her. âI didnât even know where you lived until you brought me here. I swear.â
She wraps her arms around her own body, needing something to ground herself, âWhat did you do, Lando?â the girl asks, her voice quieter now.
He swallows, âI just asked him to check in on you. To see if you were okay.â
âAnd how did he do that?â
âHe saw you tagged in a pic on this girl's account, and then did some research on the people you were with, paid some dudes to find out if their records were cleanââ he starts chuckling when her fist hits his shoulder, playfully, but still with intent.
âDonât be a dick,â she warns, her smile giving away the fact that sheâs still amused by his immature sense of humor.
âI just⌠didnât want to simply appear out of nowhere if you were happy. If youâd moved on,â Lando continues, his tone more serious now. âBut when he told me you seemed like you hadnât, I couldnât keep pretending like I was fine. I'm really not.â
His honesty was always a breath of fresh air, but now it's suffocating. Hearing him admitting he's not okay, implying that she's the reason why, is simply heartbreaking.
Her arms drop slowly to her sides, her fingers gripping the edge of the bed, âWhy now, Lando? And why not text or call?â
He scoffs, âCan you look me in the eye and tell me honestly that you would have picked up if I called? Especially given how we left things?â
She cups Landoâs chin in the palm of her hand, forcing him to look at her, âI'll always pick up if it's you.â
The admission makes his chest tighten.
Lando shakes his head, âI promise Iâve tried,â he says, âGod, Iâve fucking tried. I threw myself into everything, and nothing worked. Racing, training, sim sessions, going out with the guys â no matter what I did, I was constantly thinking of you. Every night out felt wrong because I wasnât coming home to you. And I know home is such a vague word for me, because Iâm mostly away, but you made every single place feel like home, and that's why it didn't matter where I was at the time. I just needed⌠need you in ways I can't nor want to explain.â
His confession makes her head spin. The breakup had been difficult for her, but she hadnât considered how Lando had handled the past five months. All along, she had assumed he wouldnât miss her â that his life, always on the road and consumed by his own pursuits, was too busy to notice the absence of one small, insignificant detail: her.
She's now realizing how wrong she had been to think that way.
âSoâŚ?â she finally asks. âDo you think a few orgasms later can mend what was broken five months ago?â
âWhat? No, of course not,â he says firmly, leaning forward, his elbows digging into his thighs. âI swear, all I wanted to do tonight was talking to you. I didnât plan on getting to this point, but I canât say Iâm mad about it,â says Lando, taking her hand in his, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. âYou still want me,â she shoots Lando a rapid look, studying his face, âJust like I want you. I see it, I feel it. Baby, I know it.â
Her heart pounds in her chest, the sincerity in his voice cutting through her defenses like a hot knife through butter. She wants to be angry, to accuse him of being selfish, but the truth is, she isnât. Maybe itâs foolish to believe him, but one thing Lando never did was lie to her. He did worse, yes, but he never lied.
âLando...â she starts, but her voice trails off, wishing her head would stop spinning so she could think.
âI know I hurt you,â he continues, his voice softer now, âYou hurt me. We hurt each other. But we're too good together not to find a way to make it work.â
She doesnât respond immediately, her mind racing with memories of their past â the good, especially the bad, and everything else in between. Her fingers toy with the fabric of her dress, her eyes flickering between his face and the floor. The room is heavy with silence and, just for a moment, she lets herself believe that maybe, just maybe, they could find each other again.
Otherwise, if it's meant to fall apart, then let it happen with them gasping for air, tangled together, connected in every way imaginable.
THE MORNING SUN filters shyly through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the bed where Lando stirs awake. Heâs all alone, the sheets around him rumpled from where she had slept. He blinks up at the ceiling, a little disoriented. Then, he hears the faint sound of running water and realizes sheâs in the shower. It makes him feel like everything went back to normal, but he can't be sure of what's going to happen next. He can only speculate and hope, but nothing more than that.
The quiet is interrupted by the persistent buzz of his phone on the nightstand. He reaches for it, still groggy from sleep, scrolling through a handful of texts from last night â banter in the group chat, some Instagram notifications, a few missed calls; nothing too important to catch his eye. He places the phone back on the smooth surface carelessly, and his hand knocks over something solid in the process.
Frowning, he sits up to put it back in its place, and thatâs when he sees it â a framed picture of them, taken during a rare quiet weekend in Monaco over a year ago, right at the beginning of their relationship. She looked so happy back then, caught mid-laugh as Lando was gazing at her with an expression so tender that it makes his chest ache now. The weight of the memory hits him harder than he expects, pulling him fully awake.
The sound of the bathroom door opening makes him turn, and he puts the frame back quickly. However, it's enough for her to catch his sudden movement, her eyes flicking to the photo and back to him.
Her cheeks flush a deep pink. âI meant to put that away,â she rushes to say, pulling the towel tighter around her body like it might shield her from the embarrassment.
âCarlos took this one,â his voice is soft, as his eyes shift back to the frame. He picks it up again, turning it in his hands. âYou asked me why didn't I call, but⌠why didn't you call?â
She laughs dryly, crossing the space to take the frame from his and and placing it face down on the nightstand. She sits down next to him, shrugging.
âAnd tell you what, Lando? That I couldnât stop thinking about you even though you broke my heart?â she asks, shaking her head, the embarrassment turning into something closer to frustration. âItâs just a stupid picture, anyway. We barely knew each other when it was taken.â
âItâs not stupid,â he contradicts her vehemently. His hand reaches out tentatively, brushing against her soft forearm. âIt's nice to know I wasnât completely crazy for hoping you felt the same.â
Her lips part like she wants to say something, but no words come out. The towel slips slightly, and she clutches it tighter, her defenses crumbling under the weight of his hungry eyes.
âLandoâŚâ
âLeave it there, yeah?â he says, pointing at the picture. âFacing your side of the bed, preferably.â
Seeing her suddenly deep in thought, Lando grabs her wrist and gently pulls her onto his lap, his thumb lightly brushing against her silky skin.
She looks at him, her emotions warring on her face. âIf it makes me look less pathetic, it was face down most of the time.â
Lando laughs, his hands finding her waist, then her hips, steadying her on his lap, âI love you,â he says it casually, but it still freezing the blood in her veins.
Her fingers fly towards his mouth to cover his lips, âDon't,â she warns.
âYou know I do. I was serious last night. You don't have to decide anything right now, but I'm not going anywhere. It sucks we needed to hurt for a while, we're both at fault, but I never stopped loving you,â he repeats.
âYou're so unfair.â
âDon't care, say it back,â he teases, digging his fingers into her skin to tickle her sides.
She starts giggling, âDon't you dare.â
His grin widens, âOr what?â he asks playfully as her hands fly to his, trying to fend him off.
âLando, I'm serious. Stop it,â her laughter blends with his while he leans in closer, his lips brushing her ear.
âI need to hear it, baby. Please. Just say it back.â
âIt back,â she chuckles, feeling his fingers tickling her so mercilessly that tears form in her eyes. Their laughter bubbles over, loud and uninhibited, until she collapses against him. âOkay, fine. Fine,â her breathy voice stops him in place, catching his attention. âI love you, Lando.â
A simple confession; he asked for it. But none of them expected it to hang that heavily between them. It's not a lie â not in the slightest â and Lando knows it.
âEnough to give us a second chance?â he asks.
Her breath catches at the sudden shift in his tone, and before she can reply, his thumb traces her cheek gently.
âI'm so scared,â she admits, leaning into his touch.
Lando sighs, understanding too well where she's coming from, âI know, baby. But I'm even more afraid of losing us again. Losing thisâŚâ
His hand slides down her chest, tracing the curve of her breasts. With a gentle movement, he tugs at the corner of her towel, letting it drip smoothly down her body. Patiently, he runs his hands down her waist, moving back up to her chest as they leave goosebumps in their wake. Hungry, his hands rest on her breasts, squeezing them lightly until he feels her nipples in his palms, and she drops her head on his shoulder, whimpering softly.
Memories of last night make her body shudder, feeling the heat between her legs intensifying. Following his lead, her fingers start tugging at the waistband of his boxers, until they slip low on his hips.
Lando moves one hand around her neck, pulling her in for a kiss. He groans against her mouth, his breath hot and ragged, before breaking their connection long enough to kick the boxers aside.
Skin on skin, their bodies align like two puzzle pieces.
She hovers over him, his hands on either side of her, âI wanna take care of you,â he speaks softly, closing his eyes when her forehead rests against his. âPlease, let me take care of you.â
Thereâs a vulnerability in his tone that twists something deep inside her. She's just learned how to be independent again. She can't throw all of it away. She can't let herself slip.
She can't.
âOkay,â she whispers, her voice steady despite the storm raging within her.
Her answer is all that Lando needs to hear. His lips crash back onto hers as he swaps their positions, lowering her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers, warm and solid. And so very real. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word feels like a promise, a vow that he wonât let her slip through his fingers again.
And then, Lando takes control â not the type of dominance he's used to when he steers his car. It's more like devotion; his hands map her body all over again, like a driver learning every twist and turn of a new circuit, his lips following the trail his fingers blaze.
She arches into his touch, responding to him in ways she thought sheâd forgotten.
But the body remembers.
And the remembering is, oh, so good.
Last night was just the warm-up, she reckons â an act meant to remind both of them how well they fit together. Lando was gentle, kind, and patient. But now, she sees the shift in him.
His eyes are darker, filled with lust, his touch greedier. She can't help but smile when she realizes that the Lando she knows all too well â the one whoâs needy, insatiable, and unrelenting in his desire for her â is still there, and so ready to show off.
Her skin tingles in anticipation as she watches him, knowing exactly what he wants. And for once, she wants it just as much. Maybe even more, considering how her body is acting independently from her brain.
She wants him to give her everything, to burn through her until sheâs left gasping and wet and ruined, and sheâs ready to meet his hunger with her own.
But before that, âWe're not done talking,â she tells him, breathing heavily against his mouth.
âYeah, we'll talk. Stay with me and we'll talk all you want, baby.â
She wants to protest, but her air gets knocked out of her lungs and her fingernails sink into his shoulders when Lando nudges the head of his cock up and down her slit to collect the wetness. With a gentle kiss on her jaw, she closes her eyes, tracing her fingers down his arms as he pushes inside.
They both exhale, relieved that they're back where they belong.
Talking can wait.
Lando's hands grip her waist just as he pulls out, only to push back in, all the way to the hilt in one slow, but hard thrust. The feeling is almost too much for her, which is ridiculous since he just started moving. But she feels so full, and the sounds he lets out only make her open up for him even more.
âWait, wait,â she can barely recognize her own voice, stopping Lando when their hips touch together.
She can't explain it, but she needs it.
âWhat's wrong?â
She looks down between their bodies, confusing Lando even more. âIâŚ,â she begins, but she's not sure how she's supposed to voice her need.
âIt's okay, you can tell me,â he assures her, bringing his hand to cup her face in his palm, tracing his thumb over her cheek.
âIâneed a second to feel you,â she explains, pushing his hand away only to trace her palms over her face.
Lando chuckles, âBaby, don't hide from me. You're driving me fucking mad when you're blushing.â
âI'm not blushing,â she contradicts him, raising her hips against his, her walls hugging him tighter with every move.
âNo?â whispers Lando roughly as if he lost his voice. âGod, you're perfect. So good, so fucking sweet and perfect around me, baby.â
Her legs tighten around his waist, keeping him inside, while one hand moves to his lower back to push him against her even more. There is no physical space left between them, but she still wants more. It only makes Lando's cock throb inside her pussy, giving her a few more seconds to adjust to his length before he pulls all the way out and slides back, searching for the perfect pace.
âFuck, Lando,â she whines, burying her fingers into his hair, tugging at the roots.
âYes, I know,â agrees Lando, his eyes flicking over her face. His insides tighten at the sight of her parting her lips in pleasure, her breathing hot and irregular. âYou're so beautiful from this angle.â
âShut up,â she cuts him off, which makes Lando chuckle again.
âWhy would I?â he asks, leaning closer to her ear, while thrusting a couple more times before pausing. âYou look like a fucking goddess taking my cock so well.â
She squeezes her eyes shut at the sound of his voice, low and raspy, rocking her hips to find that sweet friction against her walls again.
âKeep,â she whines, âKeep going, then. Let me have it.â
Lando presses his lips on hers at the same time he resumes his movements, his hands roaming all over her body.
âYou can have my cock, baby,â he groans into her hair. âAll yours.â
She nods, wrapping her fingers around his biceps, âYeah?â
âPromise you,â says Lando.
After that, he picks up pace, both falling into an agonizing rhythm. All this time, she had thought that familiarity might dull the edge of being with Lando, that knowing his moves would make it predictable and boring, maybe even ordinary.
Somehow, itâs the exact opposite.
Itâs because she knows him, and he knows her so well, that every touch feels ecstatic, every kiss charged with meaning. He doesnât need to guess what she likes; he already knows how to unravel her, how to leave her trembling and breathless. And she knows exactly what will make his breath hitch, how to draw out that low, desperate groan that ignites her own fire.
In a way, every time feels like the first, but it's always much better, because they know how to make each other fall apart like no one else can.
âPlease,â she gasps, breathing wetly in his shoulder. âHarder.â
One thing about Lando, he's always been good at listening. Without thinking twice, he tightens his grip on her hips, fucking his cock inside her harder and faster than before. In an instant, her ears are blessed with the way his moans sound.
âGod, I've missed fucking my pretty girl like this,â says Lando, his hands moving on her thighs to spread her more so he can slide in faster. âIt's never like this, baby, fuck.â
Being with Lando is chaos, the kind of beautiful, consuming chaos that leaves everything around them in shambles. They are loud and messy, and everything is sweaty and wet and sticky. He kisses her like heâs starving, touches her like heâs desperate to memorize every inch of her skin, and she matches his fervor, meeting him with the same wild energy that pulls them under. Together.
âLando,â she spits his name out of her mouth in short spasms. âLando, Lan⌠Lando.â
It's almost like a cry for help, but she doesn't need saving. Not when he's fucking her so good, slamming against her over and over again, until the outside world fades away and all she remembers is his name.
âLando,â she whimpers again.
âKeep me in, love. Like that,â she can barely hear him over the sound of skin slapping on skin. âFuck. You're taking me so well, I won't stop fucking you, baby. I won'tââ
She sucks in a breath of air, her body buzzing with pleasure. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she can feel how hot and sweaty his chest is. She moves with him for a couple more thrusts before she lets go, the sound of Lando fucking in and out of her while she comes so obscene that it makes her eyes roll.
âI'll never get tired of seeing you coming like that,â says Lando, pinning her to the bed, his cock feeling so fucking good inside of her that it makes him see stars. âSo fucking hot, baby.â
Her nails scratch the skin of his back as her pussy clenches around his length, forcing another hiss out of Lando's mouth.
âDon't stop,â she manages to say, even though she feels her throat raw.
âAh, look at you, now. Being so good for me,â says Lando with a smirk, tugging at the corner of his mouth. âLetting me fuck you when you're sore and spent. And so wet, baby, you're dripping all around my cock. Fucking hell.â
Lando's jaw clenches, a visible battle playing out in his face as his breath hitches. She feels him moving deeper, hitting the sweet spot inside her, sending ripples of pleasure through her body with every thrust.
âYesâfuck. Don't stop,â she repeats.
His eyes widen as he tries to hold on for as long as he can, but it's hard when he flashes his eyes in her direction and catches her already looking. It doesn't take long for him to realize there's a replica to her first orgasm. He nods, without saying anything else, bringing his hand up to her neck. She places hers on top of his, not to push it away, but to let it rest there as a sign that it's fine to claim her if that's what Lando needs.
And that's enough for him to lose it.
âBaby,â he breaths out, fucking her slopply, any sense of order dissolving under the weight of their eye contact.
She arches into him, her fingers trembling as they rise to cup his face.
âKeep your eyes on me,â she demands, her voice a desperate need.
She pictured that face thousands of times in the past months, but nothing compares to this. Lando groans at the command, his hooded gaze staying on hers. The intensity of his expression nearly undoes her again â his pupils blown wide, lips parted as he lets out s string of cuss words.
âThat's it, pretty boy,â she whispers, her thumb brushing over his cheek as he moves inside her, his pace faltering for just a moment before he snaps back into thay sloppy rhythm, chasing his release. âWant to see you when you let go.â
She barely finishes her sentence when his orgasm crashes over him like a tsunami; no one would be able to even tell where she begins and where he ends.
Lando looks so beautiful and wrecked, and she drinks in every second of his surrender.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
When his features soften, she sees how vulnerable he is, and it leaves her breathless.
Satisfied and content, her fingers still trace his face, wanting to remember the exact way he looks in this moment, when he is completely hers.
Unable to support his weight, Lando collapses on top of her, feeling his body as light as a feather, which is so far from the truth. But she doesn't mind; she loves the feeling, actually. She loves the heaviness, and the way he keeps his cock tucked deep inside her, wet and softening slowly, not allowing his cum to leak out of her.
Descending back down from their high, the only sounds in the room are their slowing breaths and the soft rustle of the sheets. It's hard not to notice the weight of reality when it begins to creep in around the edges.
She lies beneath him, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on his back, but her mind is miles away.
âWhen are you leaving?â she finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lando tenses for a moment, then shifts to lie beside her, propping his head on his hand to look at her. The vulnerability in her eyes twists something deep inside him.
She swallows hard, suddenly flooded by all the reasons they had fought, all the late nights filled with misunderstandings and misaligned priorities. She remembers all the reasons why they broke up, and thinking how bad of an idea this has been. Because, how can she let go of him again, without feeling like she'll be losing both her head and heart in the process.
âOn Tuesday,â says Lando softly. âBut not how you think.â
Her brow furrows in confusion as she turns to face him. âWhat do you mean?â
Lando leans over, his hand caressing her cheek as he gathers his thoughts.
âIâve been thinking about us for months. Since you left, actually,â he begins, his voice low and deliberate. âI had a lot of time, and I managed to figure out why it didnât work before, why I couldnât give you what you deserved. So⌠Iâve talked to the team.â
She almost stops breathing, her eyes widening in his direction while she waits for him to continue. Months ago, she would've die to have this conversation, and now that it happens, she doesn't know how to behave.
âI'm working on a schedule. To have more time for us,â Lando explains.
Her heart skips a beat. âYouâd do that?â
âFor us,â he repeats, his voice firm. âI canât keep pretending Iâm okay without you. I don't want to be okay without you, it's stupid. And I donât want to keep coming back here, hoping for a second chance, only to mess it up again. I want to get it right this time.â
She stares at him, not knowing what to do with that information. This is not the Lando she knows. The recklessness and impulsivity got replaced by caution and planning the steps ahead. It's new, and exciting, and it makes her tear up.
âAnd what if it still doesnât work?â she asks, her voice small.
He leans closer, his forehead touching hers. âIt will.â
His tone is so definitive that she can't say anything else, letting the silence stretch between them as she searches Lando's face for any sign of hesitation.
Thereâs none.
âHow... did you actually know where to find me last night?â
Lando smirks, studying her face with half-closed eyes, bringing his hand to her jaw. âThat friend of yours posted on her story. Honestly, I didnât know you were going to be there. But I hoped.â
She shakes her head, scoffing, âStalker behavior.â
Lando shrugs nonchallantly, âI just happened to be nearby,â he chuckles.
âLucky me,â she says, tracing the contour of his nose with her finger, stopping on his jaw.
âLucky us,â he corrects, pulling her in for another kiss.
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I gotchu pookie bear. What about showing Viktor a cute little gadget we made for him from using spare parts while he works?
You know those long distance touch bracelets for relationships/friends? Yeah them and those long distance touch lamps are what the stars are in this fic, touch them twice and the other star will receive said touch.
You were quiet -more quiet then usual at least- as you were hunched over your workbench in the lab and biting your bottom lip in concentration as you looked over the very thing that had been preoccupying your mind for the past few weeks, maybe a month? You werenât quite sure to the passage of time as you spend countless nights burning the midnight oil, making sure the star shaped trinket basic functions were still working.
It wasnât much in comparison to the gadgets Viktor had made that you could see scattered across the lab, one was always within your line of sight, each one of them holding a purpose higher then the one you were making; but yours wasnât made to serve a higher purpose, just one where you could give to Viktor as a way to say thank you for everything and helping you find your passion for creating things.
Not only that but also by being kind and willing enough to teach you the basics of wielding, guiding your hands with his soft, knowledgeable voice and understanding that this wasnât as easy to you as it was to him whenever you made a mistake. Viktor truly was a one of a kind person and you couldnât help but be thankful to have met him and have him bless you life in more ways then one. So much so that it had lead to you to this very moment, the trinket you held within your hand was small, no bigger then the palm of your hand and all five of itâs points dug into your skin the tighter you held it.
You then relaxed your grip on it as you looked it over, making sure there was nothing youâve left unchecked and even tapped the middle of the start twice, which emitted a soft blue light that throbbed like a heart beat, something that had caught Viktorâs eye as he raises a brow.
âWhat you working on over there my dear?â He asks intrigued of the sleek metal star that rested in your cautious hands.
âSomething that Iâve been working on for a while.â You replied as you rubbed a hand against your eyes, trying to rub away the feeling of exhaustion from the lack of sleep youâve had as a feeling of doubt began to grow within you, making you second guess enter you should show Viktor your work. However your need to show him that his guidance payed off outweighed the hesitance as you moved closer to him and showed him the gunmetal grey star.
âIâve noticed that youâve been cooping yourself within the laboratory for a while,â Viktor says as he remembers the times where heâs came into the lab, only to see that you were already there either working hard on your personal project, or fast asleep against your workbench in the most uncomfortable position. Viktor knew he couldnât say much as he was very much the same with his own projects, but seeing you unable to keep your eyes open as it was obvious to him that you prioritised the project above your own health, why? He didnât know but he wanted to see what was so important that youâd forget basic human needs. âMind showing me what it does?â He then asks.
You then wordlessly tapped the star twice and the soft blue glow came back, throbbing like a heart beat, twinkles of blue disperse like a ripple in a ocean or like blinking stars before fading back to gunmetal grey. âItâs something that Iâve made so that two people may communicate with one another.â You said as you put the star in front of Viktor before pulling out a matching sleek gunmetal star trinket of your own, showing him how it also glowed the soft blue of his star, before tapping it twice with your finger as a soft red glow rippled across the surface of the star; responding back as Viktorâs star received itâs message.
âFascinating.â Viktor says softly as he picks up the star youâve given him, running his thumb across it as the blue glow followed in its wake, causing your star to have a matching blue streak dart across itâs surface like a shooting star. Viktor then looks at you with pride in his amber eyes, smiling softly. âThis was what you were working so hard on? Such a unique creation birthed from the mind of an equally unique person.â
âWell I did have an amazing person to teach me the basics of welding and help me discover a whole new way to show my thanks to him.â You said as you shrugged your shoulders, tapping your star twice and watching as Viktor smiled softly as his star throbbed with a soft red light. âHe taught me a lot and I wanted to make him something special to commentate it.â You add and Viktor grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers as he squeezed it in reassurance.
âItâs for me?â Viktor asks.
You smiled. âFor us really, to make sure the other hasnât died by overworking themselves.â You joked as you squeezed his hand back, happy to see him happy as he continues to admire the metal star and your efforts that went into making it. It made all those sleepless nights and gruelling days all the more worth it as he places the star next to his notebooks, within his immediate line of sight on his workbench. âWe do share that common trait of pushing ourselves beyond our limits,â Viktor chuckles before tapping the star twice, your star responding in kind nearby, âbut Iâll be sure to use this should I think youâre unnecessarily staying overtime in the lab like you have been as of late.â He adds as he gives you a playful but knowing look.
You raised your free hand in surrender while the other hand caressed the back of his. âI had to make sure they worked you canât fault me for that surely and besides youâre no exception either mr hexcore. Itâs as though you live and breathe the laboratory.â You defended yourself and Viktor made a face that told you that he conceded, knowing that you were right, but still he wasnât one to let you get away with such self destructive behaviours similar to his own. He feared that he mightâve rubbed off on you a little too much, but gazing back at the star made his heart warm at the thought of you working so hard on something for him and only him.
âWhile I cannot fault you by any means, however that rule also applies to you as well.â Viktor begins as he lets go of your hand and begins to tinker with his own little project, not like you didnât mind as you always loved watching Viktor work, it relaxed it weirdly enough but you guessed that was all apart of Viktorâs due diligence to always keep his hands busy and working. âYouâve made something extraordinary my dear and I praise your mind and ability to make something to bring people together when theyâre miles apart; truly an extraordinary thing that not even I couldâve thought of. You should be proud because I am.â He finishes.
Your heart fluttered in your chest as you smiled giddily to yourself at his praise. âI am proud and Iâm glad to have made you proud too.â You said softly.
âYou always make me proud regardless and will continue to make me proud tomorrow, the day after that and so on.â Viktor reassures, his eyes never once looking away from his work but you knew the small smile gracing his lips were for you. âYou never cease to amaze me as you shine brighter, like a star.â He adds and all felt right in that moment as a comfortable silence befell you both as you just existed within the company of the other in harmony.
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However all that felt like a far away dream now as you sat in the very lab that once warmed you, now leaving you cold and more alone then ever. Viktorâs gadgets looked upon you form their shelves as you attempted to make yourself small within your old chair, metal star in hand as you tapped it twice, watching with lifeless eyes as the star throbbed a soft red light and waited.
And waited.
And waited even more for a response, for a reaction, anything to prove that what you had witnessed was a lie and a horrible dream that youâll wake up from. Nothing came back to you, the soft blue light didnât respond to your call and you were left staring at the metal star -that looks about as hopeless as you- before you dropped it to the floor while burning your head into your knees as you silently sobbed into the fabric of your jeans.
Viktor was gone. He had been for a long while and you -in a fit of denial- didnât want to admit to yourself that you had lost the most amazing, brilliant, most beautiful man youâve ever met in your entire life. He was a once in a lifetime, the brightest star in the sky that you looked towards for guidance and reassurance but heâs gone now.
You were left alone with everything that heâs ever touched, which all looked lifeless now that he was gone, never to touch a wielding tool ever again. You closed your eyes tighter, completely ignoring the star on the floor as it throbbed twice with a soft blue light, arcane runes scattering across its surface; assumably letting you know that someone was there to respond, even miles away from you.
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Desperately seeking something more with you
a short drabble
featuring. Silco x brothel worker!reader
requested. by anon
Silco sat in the booth, his presence commanding, as always. One hand lazily cradled a cigarette, the ember glowing faintly as he took a drag, the smoke curling from his lips like a seductive whisper in the quiet. The other hand was resting casually against the edge of the table, his fingers tapping lightly on the worn wood. His mismatched eyes glinted in the low light, constantly surveying his surroundings but it always came back to you.
You were seated next to him, close enough that the heat of his body seemed to radiate toward you, but not so close that you couldnât feel the space between you, the challenge hanging in the air. The dress you wore was a small thing, little more than fabric that barely covered you. But it wasnât just the revealing nature of the dress that made you feel the tension. Maybe it was the way you could feel his eyes on you, watching every movement with that unsettlingly calm intensity.
Taking a sip of your drink, you leaned back slightly, letting the alcohol burn its way down your throat. You knew his gaze never left you. He liked watching you. More than he probably wanted to admit. And you enjoyed it just as much, teasing him with every little movement. Slowly, you traced your fingers up his arm, the touch light, lingering, until your fingertips brushed his skin just above the cuff of his sleeve. The movement was deliberate, almost like a challenge, and you could feel the faintest tension building in him, though he didnât move. He didnât need to.
âYouâre awfully quiet tonight,â you remarked, your voice soft but playful. You set your glass down, your fingers lingering just a moment longer on the edge of the table. âNot the usual Silco Iâm used to.â
He took another slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled toward your face. You leaned into it, savoring the sensation of the smoke swirling around you. It was strange and ntoxicating like everything about him.
âIâd prefer to listen,â Silco replied, his voice low, almost a growl. It was a voice meant for the shadows, a voice that demanded attention without needing to raise itself.
âTo what?â you asked, curiosity making your voice teasing. You leaned in just a little, letting your breath tickle his ear as you did.
His lips curled upward, the smallest of smirks forming. âTo see how far youâll go,â he said, his words calculated, laced with an undertone that was almost⌠dangerous. But you were never one to shy away from danger.
You smirked back, your fingers tracing along the edge of the table until you reached his cigarette. Without breaking eye contact, you reached for it, stealing it from his fingers with a practiced grace. Bringing it to your lips, you took a slow drag, the smoke filling your lungs, adding a heady weight to the already thick air between you. The sharp taste of it filled your senses, heightened the unspoken sensations. You could see the slight shift in his expression as he watched you, the faint glimmer of approval mixed with something darker.
You exhaled, a cloud of smoke rising between you as you leaned in, close enough that your lips almost brushed against his ear. âI can go as far as you like me too,â you whispered, the words barely a breath.
There was a flicker in his mismatched eyes, a challenge of his own. Without another word, he shifted, his hand finding your waist with the precision of someone used to taking control. But there was no force in the movement, just the weight of his hand as he gently guided you to straddle his lap. You felt the shift in the air, the change in his posture as he settled beneath you, his body tensing beneath yours. His hands were firm on your hips, guiding you in a way that made your pulse quicken.
You could feel him. All of him. His body pressed against yours, hard and unmistakable, one that simmered beneath the surface. It made your heart race and your skin flush.
His hand slid slowly from your waist to your back, pulling you closer as you shifted on his lap, feeling the bulge beneath you. He didnât try to hide it, didnât seem to care. Instead, he simply watched you with those dark eyes of his, amusement flashing across his face as you continued to tease.
And then you did something unexpected. Without warning, you lifted yourself off him slightly, still straddling him but giving just enough space to make the tension thicker, heavier. Your legs stayed on either side of his hips, your hands sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair. He inhaled sharply, the breath caught in his throat.
âBold,â he said, his voice rougher now, laced with something darker. âI like that.â
And you smirked, the taste of smoke still lingering on your tongue. âDonât act surprised now,â you replied, leaning down just enough that your lips brushed against his jaw, teasing the skin there.
He growled low in his throat, the sound sending a shiver through you. His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft fabric of your dress, but you could feel the way his entire body reacted to the proximity. His breath came a little faster, his pulse quickening. But he didnât let go of the control he had towards himself.
âYouâre a lot of things, but youâre never predictable,â he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin, sending a ripple of electricity through you.
âI sure am full of surprises,â you said, your lips hovering just a fraction away from his, teasing him with the promise of something more. You could feel his breath on your skin, the warmth of his body pressing against you, but neither of you made a move just yet. The space between you was filled with desire, each moment stretched thin, vibrating with anticipation. And then you leaned in, brushing your lips lightly against his, a kiss that was sweet but far too brief.
His hands slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepened. His lips were insistent, hungry even, as he tugged you against him. His touch was bruising, but it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you have been craving for.
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Could you write Arcane characters and reader fight. Who is the one to apologize first.
A/n: This took a while. I think I liked writing this one. I hope you like it too !!
Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel
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Vi
Youâre pacing the apartment, arms crossed as Vi throws her jacket onto the couch, fresh bruises blooming across her knuckles.
"You promised, Vi," you say, voice trembling, though itâs unclear if itâs from anger or worry. "You said youâd stop throwing yourself into danger."
Vi exhales sharply, dragging a hand through her hair. "What do you want me to do? Sit back and let everyone fend for themselves?" Her tone is defensive, her walls already going up. "No, I want you to consider how I feel when you walk out that door like youâre invincible!" you shout, tears brimming. She flinches at your words but doesnât respond, instead turning toward the door. "I need some air," she mutters, leaving before you can say another word.
Hours pass, and the apartment feels impossibly quiet without her. Youâre curled on the couch when the door creaks open, Vi stepping in hesitantly. Her face softens when she sees you, guilt written all over her. "I shouldnât have walked out," she starts, voice low. "And I shouldnât have made you feel like you donât matter. You do. More than anything." She sits beside you, her hand brushing yours. "Iâll try to be betterâsaferâfor you. Just⌠donât give up on me."
Jinx
The argument starts with something smallâa misunderstanding spiraling into chaos, as things with Jinx often do. Youâre frustrated, arms crossed as you say, "You canât just act like nothing matters. You keep running off, leaving me to pick up the pieces." Jinxâs eyes narrow, her voice defensive. "Oh, so now Iâm the problem? Maybe if you stopped trying to control me, I wouldnât have to." Her words cut deeper than youâd like to admit. You shake your head, hurt threading through your voice. "Thatâs not what Iâm doing, Jinx. I just want you to let me in." She scoffs, brushing past you with a muttered, "Whatever." The slam of the door leaves the room eerily silent.
Later, you find her sitting on the floor of her workshop, surrounded by half-finished projects. Sheâs fidgeting with a small gadget, but her movements are jittery, unfocused. When she looks up, thereâs a flicker of guilt in her wide eyes. "Iâm not good at this, okay?" she says suddenly, her voice soft but frantic. "I mess things up. I donât mean to, but I do." You step closer, kneeling in front of her. "You didnât mess up, Jinx. I justâ" She cuts you off, shoving a tiny, lopsided trinket into your hands. Itâs a crude carving of you two, rough but undeniably heartfelt. "I made this. I was mad, but I kept thinking about how much I hate when we fight." Her gaze drops. "Iâm sorry. I donât want to push you away. You mean too much to me." You wrap your arms around her, and she clings to you like sheâs afraid youâll disappear. Her whispered, "Donât hate me, okay?" is a quiet plea that youâll never stop reassuring her about.
Caitlyn
The fight begins when Caitlyn forgets to show up for dinner, something you planned weeks ago. Youâre sitting at the table, the candles burned low, food cold on the plates when the door finally opens. She looks exhausted, her uniform slightly disheveled.
"Caitlyn," you start, your tone sharper than you intended. "You didnât even send a message." Her brow furrows. "It was workâthere was an emergency. You know I canât just drop everything." You stand, crossing your arms tightly. "I get that your work is important, but do you ever think about us? About me?" Her expression falters, but instead of conceding, she doubles down. "This isnât fair. Iâm doing everything I can to keep things safeâfor all of us." The tension snaps, and you turn away, muttering, "Maybe youâre better off with someone who doesnât need you to show up."
The silence that follows is deafening. Caitlyn doesnât respond but leaves quietly, and for the rest of the evening, the apartment feels colder without her presence.
Hours later, the door creaks open again. Youâre curled up on the couch, pretending not to notice her until she speaks softly. "I thought about what you said," she begins, sitting on the edge of the couch beside you. "And youâre right. I havenât been showing you how much you mean to me." You glance at her, catching the guilt in her tired eyes. She reaches for your hand. "I canât promise Iâll be perfect, but Iâll do better. For us." Her sincerity melts away your hurt, and as you lean into her touch, she adds with a small smile, "And next time, Iâll at least bring dessert as an apology."
Ekko
The argument begins when Ekko overworks himself again, pushing past limits youâve warned him about. Heâs been up for hours, fixing up a broken clockwork mechanism, his hands trembling with exhaustion.
"You promised youâd take breaks," you say, stepping into the workshop, frustration clear in your voice. "Youâre going to burn out, Ekko." He doesnât look up, his jaw tightening. "I donât have time to stop. The Undercity needs this, needs me." You cross your arms. "And what about me? Do I even matter in your world of never-ending responsibility?" His head snaps up at that, brows furrowed. "Thatâs not fair. You know Iâm doing this for a reason." The hurt spills out before you can stop it. "Sometimes it feels like Iâm just waiting on the sidelines for scraps of your time." You leave before he can respond, your heart heavy.
Hours later, youâre in bed, staring at the ceiling, when thereâs a soft knock on your door. Ekko steps in hesitantly, holding a small gadget youâve seen him working on beforeâa music box. "I made this for you," he says quietly, setting it down beside you. The melody that plays is soft and familiar, something that always calms you. His voice cracks as he speaks. "I messed up. Youâre not on the sidelinesâyouâre the reason I keep going. I just⌠donât know how to balance it all sometimes." You look at him, the sincerity in his eyes cutting through your lingering anger. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand brushing yours. "Iâll do better. For you. I swear." The fight doesnât disappear instantly, but as you lean into him, you know youâll figure it out together.
Jayce
The fight begins when Jayce cancels plans at the last minuteâagain. This time, it was supposed to be a rare, quiet evening together, but his work at the Council dragged him away.
You stand in the kitchen, arms crossed, as he walks in late that night. He looks tired, but youâre too frustrated to care. "Did you even think to tell me you werenât coming?" Jayce sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was swamped. Things ran overâwhat do you want me to say?" "I want you to say you actually care," you snap, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. His expression shifts, hurt flickering across his face.
"Thatâs not fair," he counters, his tone defensive. "You know I care about you. But this workâitâs not something I can just walk away from." You shake your head, stepping back. "Sometimes it feels like your work is the only thing that matters to you." You leave him standing in the kitchen, retreating to your room and shutting the door behind you.
When you wake the next morning, thereâs a soft knock on the door. Jayce steps in, holding a small tray with coffee and your favorite breakfast. His sheepish smile doesnât quite mask the regret in his eyes. "Youâre right," he says, setting the tray down. "Iâve been letting work take over, and thatâs not fair to you. To us." He hesitates before sitting beside you. "I hate fighting with you. Please let me make it up to you." You sigh, leaning into his warmth. "You have to actually try, Jayce." His arms wrap around you, his voice soft. "I will. Youâre more important to me than anything else. Iâll show you that."
Viktor
The argument starts after you notice Viktor pushing himself too hard again. His lab is dimly lit, a cluttered mess of papers and prototypes, and heâs leaning heavily on his cane while adjusting a mechanism.
"Viktor, you need to rest," you say firmly, stepping into the room. "This isnât sustainable." He glances at you briefly but doesnât stop. "Thereâs too much at stake to rest," he replies, his tone clipped. "You know that." You cross your arms. "I also know what happens when you push yourself past your limits. You canât keep doing this to yourself." Viktor stiffens, his frustration bubbling over. "And what would you have me do? Sit idle while everything crumbles around me?" The sharpness in his voice stings, and you take a step back. "I just want you to take care of yourself for once," you say quietly before turning and leaving the lab.
Later that evening, you hear a knock on your door. When you open it, Viktor is standing there, looking apologetic, a faint tremor in his hands. "Youâre right," he says, his voice softer now. "Iâve been careless with myself, and thatâs not fair to you. Or to us." He hesitates, as though searching for the right words. "I never want you to feel like I donât hear you. I just⌠get lost sometimes." You step aside to let him in, and he takes your hand gently. "Iâll try to be betterâfor you. For both of us." His sincerity melts the tension, and as you sit together in the quiet, you know he means it.
Mel
The argument begins with Melâs tendency to keep her emotions guarded, leaving you feeling shut out again. It happens during dinner, her silence heavy as she focuses on her work instead of you.
"Do you even care about this relationship?" you ask, the words escaping before you can stop them. Melâs head lifts sharply, her calm demeanor cracking slightly. "What kind of question is that?" she replies, her tone cool but defensive. You press on, frustrated. "You never let me in, Mel. Itâs like youâve already decided you donât need me." She sets her utensils down with precision, her voice clipped. "And youâve decided to make this about you. I have responsibilities that extend beyond personal feelings." The words sting, and you shake your head. "Maybe I should stop trying if youâre not willing to meet me halfway." You leave the room before your voice can break.
The next morning, Mel finds you sitting by the window, your face turned toward the city. She approaches quietly, holding a small, beautifully wrapped box. Without a word, she sets it down beside you. Inside is a delicate bracelet, the design intricate and unmistakably hers. "Youâre not wrong," she admits softly, sitting beside you. "Iâve built walls to protect myself, but theyâve shut you out. That wasnât my intention." Her hand reaches for yours, her touch tentative. "I care for you more than Iâm able to show sometimes. Please, donât doubt that." You turn to her, the vulnerability in her expression easing the ache in your chest. "I donât need grand gestures, Mel. I just need you." She nods, her voice firm but warm. "And youâll have meâevery piece, no matter how long it takes."
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i really really need pitfighter vi being mean to reader during sexđ
Too real she needs to blow off some steam and reader has a thing for getting degraded. They match each other's freak soooo well.
Content: 877 words, strap-on sex (r! receiving), multiple + forced orgasms, overstimulation, choking, degradation kink, dacryphilia, use of degrading names, spanking, hair pulling
Vi is deep inside your guts, her cock slamming into you over and over again without even a second of mercy.
She has pulled three orgasms out of you already, and she has no intentions of stopping yet.
Your face is buried in the sheets, the only pillow being used underneath your stomach so you can feel the way Vi is pounding into you so hard you swear her silicone shaft is gonna be imprinted into your pussy.
You try begging for mercy. Vi slams harder into you and delivers a harsh blow to your ass cheek.
"You want me to stop now? Is that what you want?"
You're too cock-drunk to answer, only gurgling out a broken little whine.
"Listen here, baby," she gathers your hair into a ponytail and yanks it back, forcing you to look back at her, "you deserve to get fucked hard for what you pulled earlier."
You whine, knowing it was true. She thrusts into you even harder after being reminded of how you looked all smug with some random creep offering to pay for your drink. She releases her grip on your hair only to dig her black nails into your hips.
"You wanna go flirt with other people to get my attention, huh baby?" She pulls out, making you think she is finally through with you, before she slams her thick cock right back into your tender pussy. Then, one of her hands leaves your hip and strikes another harsh smack to your ass, her handprint branded into the fat. making you cry out and grasp the sheets. "Well, mission accomplished."
You know you look a mess, tears running down your face and your mascara staining up the sheets. Your hair is all tangled from Vi grabbing onto it so much so she can force your head up or to just treat you like a bitch. You let out breathy little cries every single time her harness meets your ass, only to feel the raw heat of overstimulation when she grinds up against your g-spot.
You can feel your fourth orgasm of the night bubble up within your pussy. You think one this may actually give you a heart attack, but it feels so fucking addictive.
You don't even know what's wrong with you; you always do this to Vi. Go slut around to the guys at the Zaun bars so she will get jealous and wreck your pussy. It's not like it is cheating, you two are only fucking and she likes the game just as much as you do, but she sure fucks you like she hates you. Even if you don't know it yet, she owns you completely. Even if you're not her girlfriend yet, your pussy? It belongs only to her. Nobody else gets you.
She eases the shaft out of your dripping pussy and flips you over onto your back before you can even protest. She pulls you by your legs further back so the pillow underneath you is perfectly situated for her advantage, and then you realize why she flipped you over when she hand grasps at your throat.
Her other hand guides the cock back into your pussy, earning a broken moan from you that sounds almost wounded, but the greed in your eyes tells her you're not tapped out yet. Her fingers wrap around your neck, squeezing tightly as she pumps her cock deep inside you once more. Her hand reaches between your bodies, harshly rubbing at your clit and flicking at it with her calloused fingers.
You start to cry when your orgasm finally crashes over you. It is somehow even more intense than the others. Maybe it's the view of Vi's pretty face, her pigmented black makeup trailing down her cheeks or the hunger in her eyes. It is most likely the hand around your neck knocking the air out of your lungs.
Wave after wave after wave. Vi isn't lenient, even as you sob. It feels so euphoric to get fucked so roughly, and she at least knows you well enough to see the look of raw pleasure making your eyes roll back into your head. She knows just how to treat your needy pussy, how to make it satisfied until your walls are tender and your clit is swollen and abused in the best way possible. You cum so hard it truly hurts. It hurts so good.
She talks you through it all, coaxes your juices out of you in the worst way possible.
"Bet the dickhead from the bar couldn't fuck you like this?"
"Yeah, baby...cum all over my dick. You like my fake one better than his real one, huh?"
"You don't fucking deserve to cum."
When you come down, she does stop. She can see that you're finally satisfied, and so she pulls out. She doesn't even pull the strap-on off of her hips, only falls limps back onto the bed.
After a few minutes, she hears you speak up. "Vi..?"
"Yeah?" Jeez, you sound as wrecked as I do, Vi is what you're thinking.
"Can you do it one last time? Please..?"
Vi snorts and sits up. "Your stamina is so fucked," but she is already back between your legs once more.
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"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.
Eddie looks down. "Huh?"
"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.
Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.
"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."
He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"
That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'
He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.
"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.
"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"
"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"
Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.
"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?
"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."
He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.
"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.
"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.
He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.
"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."
"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.
"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.
Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."
He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"
He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.
"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.
Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"
Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.
"You're not straight?"
"No."
"And you were flirting?"
"Yes."
"With me?"
He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"
They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.
#eddie: you were flirting with me on purpose?!!!#steve: all those girls were right not to go out with me im a fraud im a fake i couldnt flirt my way out of a wet paper bag#idiots to lovers#steddie#ficlet#my writing
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come on into my bed with me (i know you want to)
pair: old man!logan howlett x fem!reader
wc: 4.1k
contains: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, some sad vibes because i can't function without them, large age gap (but isn't that obvious by now? mid 20s/old as fuck), established relationship but only kind of, falls in the logan 2017 timeline but very loosely, LONGINGGGG, gratuitous nickname use (kid, baby, honey, ect), nasty dirty talk cause he's old and gross, not so dry humping, JUST THE TIP RAHHHH, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n.
natâs note: this was heavily inspired by imogen heap's 'i am in love with you' because that song fucks so hard and it really gave me lots of old man logan vibes. i was just so overcome with nasty thoughts that the beat possessed me and i blacked out and listened to it on a constant repeat while i wrote this instead of doing my a&p work. kisses!
dividers by angel @saradika-graphics!
you can't sleep, logan left his door open...
Rain pelts at the smudged glass of your window, drops trailing down the span of the panes that you follow with your eyes.
It's been raining nearly all week, a rare thing in Mexico, especially somewhere as dry as Sonora.
You used to love the rain. You felt a special kind of comfort anytime night would come and there'd be a certain chill swirling through the air, that familiar scent of damp soil and wet stone rising as the first drops hit the ground.
In Sonora, rain is supposed to be a giftâa reprieve from the unrelenting heat, a chance for the dry earth to drink.
It should feel cleansing, like a reset of sorts, and maybe it would have a few months ago.
Now it just feels heavy, oppressive. Each raindrop splattering against the glass feels like a reminder of everything that's stuck, unmoving.
The soft noise of it was almost enough to lull you to sleep, but it was still no match for your wandering mind.
Youâve been finding yourself here a lot recently, shrouded in the scratchy sheets of your bed in the quiet dark encompassing your room, mind racing.
It was raining the first night he touched you.
You've been with Logan and Charles for nine months.
A runaway hitchhiker turned caretaker after you fled from the meaningless scraps of your life back in Texas.
Logan found you on the side of the highway coming back from a shift in El Paso. One stop with the hazards on and a hasty conversation through a rolled down window later, you were throwing your bags in the back of his limo and climbing into the front seat.
You didn't realize until much later that he never truly asked you to stay, or to care for Charles alongside him.
It was only supposed to be a temporary arrangement, a roof over your head in exchange for your help. Watch over his ailing father for a few days while he went out to get him more medicine, that's what you settled on.
Yet somehow, here you are, nine months later.
You cook meals in a dusty kitchen that always smells faintly of motor oil, listen to Charlesâ stories about a world youâll never fully grasp, and watch Logan patch himself up in grim silence after heâs returned from whatever trouble found him this time.Â
It's strange how the days seemed to stretch endlessly, but the weeks have slipped past like a blink. You carved out a routine in this crumbling house in Sonora, built something that resembles a life even if it feels borrowed, like a second-hand coat that never quite fits right.
At first, you werenât sure what kept you here. Maybe Charles.Â
You warmed to him almost immediately, drawn in by his gentle demeanor and the way he seemed to see right through you without a hint of judgment.Â
Even when his mind faltered, slipping into tangled memories or distant fragments of a life long past, he treated you with a kindness you hadnât felt in years.
Youâd come to think of him as a king, regal and noble. A king stripped of his castle, yet still wearing a crown, if ever so skewedâa king nonetheless.
You still arenât sure, but you canât shake the sense that leaving now would be like tearing off a scabâpainful and unnecessary.
And then, one night, the rain came.
You remember it vividly, a torrent so sudden and unrelenting. The downpour soaking the dry dirt surrounding the plant.Â
You couldnât help yourself from wandering out, stood barefoot on the porch as the cool air nipped at the skin of your arms and legs.
âYouâre gonna catch a cold standinâ out here.â Logan said from somewhere behind you, his voice rough and low after the silence of a long shift.
You hadnât moved, hadnât even glanced his way. âI like the rain.â
There was a beat of silence before he stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating against your back. His hand had been hesitant at first, a brush of calloused fingers against your arm.Â
You didnât pull away.
The heat of his palm felt scalding, causing goosebumps to pebble along your damp skin. His thumb swiped across the circular scar just above your elbow, a cigarette burn, one of many.
He didnât say anything as he turned and walked back into the house. You learned quickly that Loganâs not the type to fill silences with empty words, but you both knew something shifted.
He came into your room later that night. The squeaky mattress of your bed dipping under his weight as he slid his hand down your stomach, pausing just above the waistband of your shorts, a silent question.
He didnât kiss you, but the rain pattering against the tin roof was enough to swallow your soft moans and gasps.
You settled into something undefinedâa constant push and pull of need and silence. Logan touched you when he needed to, and you let him because you wanted to.
It wasnât love, not then. It wasnât even comfort. But it was connection. A tenuous thread in the quiet storm of your lives.
You figured that was enough.
The rain hasn't slowed. If anything, the howl of the wind is stronger than before.
The soothing rhythm of droplets hitting your window turned aggressively sharp, like darts thrown against a worn cork board.
The boom of thunder is nearly in sync with the pulse of your core, aching and insistent in its need.
Itâs been weeks since Logan touched you last, his endless cycle of guilt stronger than it's been before. Heâs never outright said it, but you know itâs there.
The silence between you both has stretched longer than you'd like to admit, a quiet that isn't comfortable anymore.
You know heâs got it in his head that heâs somehow taken advantage of you. A perverted old man falling weak to the pretty, young thing taking up space in the bed two doors over from him.
The thought stirs something deep within you, a mix of frustration and confusion. Heâs not wrong, not exactlyâbut heâs not right either. You arenât a child, and you arenât helpless. You knew what you wanted, what you needed.
And that hasnât dared to change.
You shift in bed, the sheets tangling around your legs as your body hums with a restlessness you canât shake. The air in your room feels thick, charged, and suffocating, a mirror of the space between you and Logan.
He doesnât understand that you want him too, that you werenât some helpless thing to be protected or shielded from his darkness. It eats at you until your skin is practically buzzing with it, buzzing with the need to show him.
Thereâs only so much silence you can take before it becomes too loud to ignore.Â
You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the hardwood cool against your bare feet. You know itâs late, but you donât care.
You walk through the dimly lit hallway, the creak of the floorboards quiet under you as you make your way to Loganâs door. Itâs cracked open, a yellow glow spilling through to guide you like a lighthouse guides its ships to shore.
When you reach the beat up wood you donât hesitate, you push it open the slightest bit, peering through the widened gap.Â
Heâs there, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you. He doesnât turn, doesnât acknowledge you, but you know he knows youâre there.
You cross the threshold, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you pull the door shut behind you, leaning your back against it.
âLogan,â you say softly, your voice rougher than you intended.
He doesnât respond right away. Instead, he runs his hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. The lamplight catches the sharp planes of his face, a familiar weariness etched into his features.
His fingers flex at his sides, and for a moment, you think heâs going to tell you to leaveâto go back to your room where itâs safe, where you wonât make things more complicated than they already are. You almost brace for it.
But then he speaks.
âWhatâs wrong, kid.â His voice is nothing but a deep rumble, like gravel crunching underfoot.
You shrug noncommittally, hands messing with a stray thread hanging from the edge of your shorts. âCanât sleep.â
Logan sighs long and slow through his nose, hands pressing into his thighs. âThought you liked the rain.â
You smile faintly at the irony, chest swelling with something dangerous.Â
You take a step further into the room, pushing yourself off the closed door. The familiar scent of him invades your senses. Itâs a mixture of leather, earth, and something rawâsomething undeniably him.Â
You stand there for a moment, letting the silence stretch thin and taut before you finally speak.
âCan I stay?â The words come out barely above a whisper, but they land like a crack of lightning.
You feel your heart thud painfully in your chest, not from fear, but from the sudden vulnerability that makes your skin burn.
The room feels smaller now, the walls pressing in as you step forward, each movement slow and deliberate. You stop at the edge of his bed, the sheets pressing against the bare skin of your thighs.
Loganâs gaze flickers over his shoulder, meeting yours briefly before he looks away again, like heâs trying to convince himself that the ache in his chest isnât real.
âYou should go back to bed,â he says, voice gruff. âItâs late.â
âI donât want to go back.â You shake your head even though he isnât turned around to see it.
Without thinking, you crawl onto the bed, the comforter making soft shushing sounds under your hands and knees. You reach out, fingers brushing the back of his neck, the muscles there tight with strain.
Logan flinches slightly, but he doesnât pull away, and thatâs all the permission you need.
You shift closer, pressing your chest against his back, and letting your hands settle on his shoulders. The heat between you is electric, charged with something unsaid, something raw and undeniable.
âPlease,â you whisper, your lips brushing against the back of his ear, your voice a mixture of defiance and desire.
Logan stiffens, but this time, you feel the shudder that runs through him, the way his body responds despite the walls heâs built around himself.
You know heâs torn, that he wants to fight this. You feel it in the tension that radiates from him, in the way his body seems to be fighting against the instinct to turn toward you.
But you donât care anymore. Youâre done with silence.
Your fingers slide down his back, feeling the rough fabric of his shirt against your skin as you press yourself closer. Your breath is hot against his neck now, and you can feel the rapid pulse in his veins beneath your lips as you hover just above his skin, waiting.
âLoganâŚâ Your voice is softer now, almost pleading. You donât know what youâre asking for, but you donât have to.
His hand comes up, brushing against your wrist as if testing, as if heâs afraid youâll pull away. But you donât.
Instead, you lean into him further, your lips brushing the curve of his neck, whispering into the tension that still hangs heavy between you. âPlease.â
The last shreds of Loganâs resistance snap under the cloying weight of your touch.
Heâs moving before you can even register whatâs happening, rearing up with heavy hands that land on your shoulders to push you backwards.
You fall back onto the bed with a soft gasp, bouncing on the mattress once, twice, before Logan follows. His body settles over yours like a warm blanket, thick forearms braced on either side of your head to support his weight.
"Why couldn't you sleep, honey?" he asks, dark eyes boring into yours intense enough to get your stomach churning. The green of them is deeper than normal, like fresh moss growing over stone.
âI was thinking,â you whisper, breathless. Your pulse races beneath your skin, you wonder distantly if he can hear it too.
âThinkinâ about what?â he presses, breath fanning over your lips temptingly.Â
Your brows furrow, a soft noise escaping you. You can't help but tell the truth. âAbout you.â
Logan hums, eyes trailing along your face slowly. He slots a knee between your thighs, groaning softly at the wet heat that seeps through to his jeans.
You gasp, hips bucking down instinctively. Your pussy aches desperately, leaking arousal into the cotton gusset of your panties.
His jaw clenches at the sound, muscle ticking just beneath the grey of his beard. âIs that right? You been layin' in that bed, thinkin' about me, gettinâ all worked up?"
Your face burns under his scrutiny, but you donât shy away. You arch your back, pressing yourself as close to him as possible, letting the heat of your body speak for you.
âYeah,â you breathe, the confession trembling on your lips. âI need you, it hurts.â
Logan exhales sharply, like the words knocked the air out of him. His hands slide from your shoulders, rough palms gliding down the skin of your arms before settling right under the swell of your breasts.
âWhereâs it achinâ, baby?â he asks softly, words almost getting lost in the dark of the room. âShow me.â
You let out a soft breath, reaching down to take his hand in yours.
Without breaking eye contact, you guide his hand down your trembling body until his palm rests over the apex of your thighs, where the damp fabric of your shorts clings to your swollen folds.
âHere,â you whisper, voice barely audible above the rain pounding against his window.
A low growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his fingers press more firmly against you, feeling the slick heat thatâs soaked through the thin cotton. His eyes darken further, the green almost swallowed by the black of his pupils.
Loganâs thumb drags over your clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing a needy whimper from your lips.
âJesus,â he mutters, his voice thick. âYouâre drippinâ for me, arenât you? Didnât even need to touch you, and youâre already so fuckinâ wet.âÂ
You whimper softly, bucking your hips against his hand, desperate for more.
"I've been like this all night," you admit, your voice going high and needy. "Thinking about how good you make me feel. How much I want you."
Loganâs eyes lock onto yours, and thereâs something new swirling through them, something youâve never seen before.
A beat passesâtoo longâalmost agonizing. His free hand lifts from your hip, gently cupping your cheek, fingers brushing against your skin, like he isnât sure if he has the right to touch you like this.Â
His thumb brushes your lip, his gaze flicking to your mouth before returning to your eyes, asking for permission, even though neither of you had ever really needed it before.
"Logan," you say, the sound a little breathless, unsure of how to navigate this sudden shift, but he doesnât keep you waiting.
He closes the distance in a heartbeat, lips crashing into yours with a ferocity you didnât expect.
Itâs like the world around you falls away, leaving only the warmth of his lips, the taste of him, and the pressure of his body against yours. The raging storm outside dulling until itâs nothing but fuzzy background noise.
His kiss is rough, deep, urgent, but thereâs something more in it, a slow unraveling. Like heâs trying to carve himself into you, a permanent mark, a reminder that he was here, even if he never says it out loud.
Logan tastes like rich smoke and whiskey, the sharp edge of him mixing with the sweet burn of need. It sends your head reeling, arms coming up to circle around his neck.
You canât find the words to describe it, not with the way his fingers slide through the wetness gathering at your entrance, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Your hips thrust upward, begging for more, your body hungry for the release heâs just out of reach of giving.
âWant you inside me, Logan,â you moan desperately, slick lips brushing his with every word. âPlease.â
Logan's body stiffens against yours at the sound of your pleading, his grip tightening on your cheek like he's trying to anchor himself in the reality of what you're asking.
âShit,â he growls under his breath, his forehead pressing to yours as he closes his eyes. His chest heaves, the tension in his body palpable. "Iâ" he pauses, struggling to form the words, but you can see it in his eyes. He's conflicted, desperate, yet still hesitant.
You move against him, your body restless, your need undeniable, feeling the rigid outline of his hard cock pressed firmly against your thigh. A thick plane of heat that has your pussy clenching around the tips of his fingers.
You donât want to push him, not anymore. But youâre past the point of waiting for permission.
Your lips meet his again, softer this time, coaxing, until he finally gives in, groaning against your mouth as he kisses you back with an intensity that steals your breath.
âI want to feel you,â you whisper, your hands trailing down to the hem of his shirt, pushing it over the swell of his pecs.Â
His skin is hot under your fingertips, rough and familiar. Your fingers trail lightly across his chest, nails scratching through the salt and pepper hair dusted across his skin as you urge him closer.
âJust the tip,â Logan mutters under his breath, barely above a whisper. His voice hoarse, like heâs bargaining with himself. âJust to make you feel good, but thatâs it, understand?â
You bite your lip, the edge of frustration gnawing at you. Itâs not everything you need, not everything you want, but it's something. And right now, itâs enough.
You nod your head, hands already moving to the front of his jeans. You undo the button with shaking fingers, tugging the zipper down and pushing the worn denim away.Â
His cock springs free, already hard, leaking with the same desperation you feel. You run your fingers along his length, feeling the heat of him, the steady throb of his pulse.
Logan peels down the thin layer of your shorts, cursing under his breath when he finds you completely bare underneath, your slick pussy shining under the dim light.
You watch him, chest heaving, as he stares down at youâhis eyes dark and full of something primal, something raw.
âFuck,â he breathes, his fingers tracing the outline of your wetness. He groans low in his throat, his thumb circling your clit once before moving down, dipping inside you just barely. âYouâre perfect, baby.â
âLogan,â you whine, thighs spreading in a clear invitation. You patience is running exceedingly thin, your whole body alight with the feeling of a raging forest fire
âI know,â he mutters, placating. He takes the throbbing length of his cock in his hand, swiftly settling between your legs. âI know.â
The thick head drags through your folds, smearing pre-come along your skin and adding even more to the mess between your legs.
A quiet moan passes through your swollen lips, your muscles tightening as he slides himself along your clit. A slow back and forth movement that sends sparks shooting up your spine.
Logan grits his teeth, his breath shallow, as he finally aligns himself with your clenching hole.Â
The air around you feels charged, a taut thread stretched between anticipation and restraint. You shift your hips slightly, just enough to encourage him, your eyes locked on his as you beg him silently with your gaze.
Then, with a low growl that vibrates through you, he pushes forward, just enough to make you gasp in relief, the head of his cock sliding home in your entrance.
And though itâs only the tip, the sensation of him inside you is enough to set your world alight.Â
You can feel it, deep in your bonesâthe simmering, searing heat that makes everything else fade into the background.
Logan presses his lips to your forehead, his breath hot against your skin as he keeps his movements slow, deliberate, his hands holding your hips steady. "This is what you wanted, huh? Got you begging for it, honey," he growls softly. "Even if Iâm only givinâ you a taste."
His hips roll languidly, staying true to his word and never sinking deeper than the thick head of his cock. His hand grips the base tightly, his fist fucking slow strokes over the length of himself to where heâs spreading your pussy open.
His scarred knuckles bump against your clit with every stroke, fanning the fire building in your lower stomach.
âFeel so fuckinâ good, honey,â he groans into the skin of your neck, the pace of his hips speeding up ever so slightly. âFeels like heaven.â
You claw at the skin of his back, touch wild and desperate. It takes everything in you not to shift your hips down, to sheath the rest of his cock deep inside your and lock your ankles around his back so he can never leave again.
Loganâs lips find your neck, teeth grazing your skin as he shifts against you. âTell me you want this,â he says, his voice low, almost a command, yet laced with something tender. âTell me you want me.â
You meet his gaze without hesitation, your voice steady despite the tremble in your chest. âI want you. Iâve always wanted you.âÂ
The words come out without thought, raw and honest, and you see something in his eyes shiftâa flicker of relief, of something deeper than lust.
Logan groans like he got shot, his body shuddering above you as a low growl tears its way from his chest. He fucks into you faster, short, quick thrusts that steal all the breath from your lungs.
Sparks go off behind your closed eyes, bright white and glittering. You can feel yourself getting closer, your body trembling as you grind up against him, meeting him halfway, needing more, needing release.
âLogan,â you gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders harder, nails digging in. âIâm so close. Pleaseââ
âLet go,â he growls, his pace increasing, his body pressing harder against yours. âCome for me, sweetheart.â
With his command, you unravel, the world spinning around you as the pleasure crashes over you, leaving you breathless, gasping for air, your body quivering beneath him as he holds you through it.
Logan follows, tearing himself from the tight grip of your pussy with a sharp jerk of his hips, your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he shoots thick ropes of come over your slick folds.
Your body shakes at the feeling, a breathless whimper pulled from your slack lips at the sticky warmth of his release.
He collapses onto the mattress next to you, his body shuddering enough to match your own. The room falls into a deep silence, the only sounds your mingling breaths and the distant sound of thunder.
A sick sort of dread bursts through the sweet afterglow of your hazy mind, settling in your stomach like a lead weight. You think that this is the moment where Logan will realize what youâve done, that heâll retreat back into himself and send you away.
Send you back to your own room and leave you to lay in the cold aftermath of your own recklessness.
You brace for it, the instinct to pull away, to protect yourself from his withdrawal, but it never comes.Â
Instead, you feel his strong arm slide over your waist, pulling you closer, his body heat a stark contrast to the chill creeping in from the window.
His breath is warm against your neck as he shifts, his fingers tracing absent circles on your skin in a move thatâs so endearingly human it has your chest aching.
"Stay here tonight?" he asks, his voice rough, almost a whisper.
Your heart clenches, tears burning at your waterline at the vulnerability of his tone. It breaks the dam inside you, relief and something dangerously close to love flooding your body in a bursting rush of water.
âOf course,â you murmur, your voice shaky.
Loganâs hand tightens around you, his thumb brushing over your ribs. He presses a soft kiss to the bare skin of your shoulder, settling onto the mattress with a slow breath.
You drift to sleep more relaxed than youâve felt in years, even with the knowledge of the slow journey that lies ahead of you. It wonât be easy, it never is with Logan. You canât find it in yourself to care.
Because even though the rain falls, the desert doesnât bloom overnight.Â
And neither do you.
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I'm still working out a lot of shit but I can say for sure that I'm aro. I do not experience romantic attraction. If anything, I sometimes develop crushes on fictional people (see my life ending desire to hold Siffrin's hand and give them little forehead kisses) and sometimes on people I know are unattainable, but I'm still aromantic. (My specific sublabel is cupioromantic because I like the idea of it but aromantic is good enough for my purposes here.)
I am not interested in having a romantic relationship. And that's fine! But I think part of the reason I'm not interested in it - even if I don't reciprocate the affection - is I don't want the expectation of having to do romantic things. If someone came to me and said "Hello, I love you romantically and I know you don't experience romantic affection back but if you're interested, I would like to ask you out on a date/to be in a romantic relationship where you are not obligated to do romantic things or reciprocate my romantic feelings" then I'd probably say yes to at least trying it out. And I might not stay in a romantic relationship even though I like the idea of it!
I'd like to make it clear - I like the idea of romance. I like the idea of getting married, of going on dates, of doing cute little romantic things. Does that mean I want to do them? Eh, not really? I can't think of a person I'd do them with. If I was dating a person I might not want to do it because it would feel performative and I don't want to do it performatively. So I could be in a relationship, I guess. But I wouldn't start feeling romantic attraction/wanting to do romantic things. Maybe I'd do it on my own terms? But like that means I initate it. That means I decide that I feel like holding hands or going on dates this once. It is not a blanket "I'm cool with romantic affection" because I'd still get stressed because I would feel like I'd be obligated to be romantic! It's just a "I feel cool with it at this second and that does not make me more romantic, it just means I feel like I am comfortable acting romantically right now".
"but aces and aros can be in relationships"
Yes, I know that, but do YOU know that aces and aros in relationships are still aces and aros? Do you internalize that? Are you aware that we don't just suddenly turn straight, or gay or anything else?
Yes, even demis
Are you aware that a sex repulsed asexual will still be sex repulsed even in a relationship, and so, might never fuck you?
Are you aware that a romance repulsed aro will still be romance repulsed even in a seemingly normative relationship and might not like doing typical romantic gestures and activities?
Are you aware that a sex neutral or positive asexual might not actually be sexually attracted to you at all even if they do fuck you?
Are you aware that a romance neutral or positive aro might not actually be romantically into you even if they are comfortable with typical romantic gestures?
Are you aware that our identities are just as permanent as yours?
#is this. is this anything. first time i've really thought about what i'd like in a romantic relationship while taking the whole ''i'm aro''#-thing into account#screaming out of the abyss
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HOW DIFFERENT BATBOYS APOLOGIZE AFTER A ARGUMENT ââ .âŚ
a/n: Lowkey I feel like Iâm like slightest but problematic in arguments (not me exposing myself) but srs I got this request by a anon! (Here) So yeah tysmm, I wonât be writing the argument because lowkey, I canât do angst at this time đđ
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BRUCE WAYNE ââ .âŚ
The "I'm Sorry, ButâŚ" Apology: Bruceâs apology might be a little stiff at first. Heâs not great with words when it comes to his emotions, but he does know how to make up for things. His apology might start with something like, "I know Iâm⌠difficult, but I didnât mean to hurt you." The real comedy comes in when he tries to "fix" the situation by throwing money at itâlike suggesting an extravagant dinner or buying you a new wardrobe because, "I know it will make you feel better."
Trying Too Hard to Be âNormalâ: He might try to act like heâs ânot Bruce Wayneâ for a second, attempting to be goofy to show you heâs truly sorry. Picture Bruce awkwardly trying to make a joke: "Iâm sorry I made you feel like I was ignoring you. How about we go out⌠without my bodyguards this time? You know, like a normal date?"
The Silent Apology: More often than not, Bruce will show you heâs sorry with actions, like preparing your favorite meal or doing something thoughtful (such as leaving you a handwritten note or taking care of something you've been stressing about). But if you press him for words, he might simply mutter, âIâm not good at this⌠but I am sorry,â and leave it at that.
DICK GRAYSON ââ .âŚ
The Full-On âIâm Sorry, Please Forgive Meâ Routine: Dick is extremely sorry whenever heâs messed up, and he knows how to make it entertaining. Heâll show up with flowers, chocolates, or maybe even your favorite ice cream. And then, with a totally sincere but dramatic flair, heâll say something like, âListen, I know I was an idiot, and I have no excuse except that Iâm clearly emotionally stupid when Iâm upset. So please, for the love of all things holy, let me make it up to you.â
Humorous Apologies: Dick might also make you laugh with his over-the-top apologies. Maybe he tries to outdo himself by setting up an elaborate âromanticâ date, only for it to completely go awry (think spaghetti noodles flying everywhere or a very unromantic âromanticâ location). Heâll laugh it off, saying, âOkay, so maybe thatâs not exactly how I imagined it⌠but you have to admit, itâs unforgettable.â
The Super Dramatic âIâm Sorryâ Speech: After an argument, Dick is not shy about admitting when heâs wrong. Heâll deliver a heartfelt, exaggerated apology, something like, "I was a fool, and I see now that I was wrong. You are perfect, and I am definitely not. How do you put up with me?" Then, he might give you puppy-dog eyes, as if expecting you to immediately forgive him.
JASON TODD ââ .âŚ
The âI Know I Messed Up, But⌠Hereâs a Giftâ Approach: Jason is quick to apologize, but itâs not usually with a heartfelt speech. Instead, heâll show up with a giftâmaybe something small but thoughtful, like your favorite snack or a new book he knows youâve been eyeing. Heâll casually hand it to you and say, âAlright, alright, I messed up. But you know Iâm not great at this, so hereâs my attempt at being a decent human being.â
Comedic Self-Deprecation: Jason, knowing heâs not always the best communicator, might start with a little self-deprecating humor. "Look, Iâm sorry, okay? Youâre right, I am a jerk sometimes. But hey, at least I didnât set anything on fire this time, right?" Heâll try to make you laugh with his inability to fully express himself, but you know he means it.
The âIâm Sorry, Now Letâs Get Back to Normalâ Routine: Jason might awkwardly try to move past the argument, brushing it off with a gruff, "Look, Iâm sorry for being a pain. Can we just⌠go back to how things were?" It's not the most eloquent apology, but itâs Jason, and itâs his way of saying he wants to make things right without diving too deep into feelings.
TIM DRAKE ââ .âŚ
The "I Overthought This" Apology: Tim is a perfectionist, so when he messes up, heâll overthink how to apologize. Heâll probably try to do something really thoughtful, like writing you a letter or planning a whole day dedicated to making it up to you. But the real comedy comes when he gets so wrapped up in planning that heâs awkward about it. "I, uh, made you a list of everything I could do to make it up to you, starting with⌠well, taking you out for dinner. You like sushi, right? But if you prefer something else, I can alsoâ"
The "What Do You Need?" Routine: Tim might also take a very logical approach. Heâll ask, "What would you like me to do to fix this?" but in a way that makes it seem like heâs creating a spreadsheet of ways to apologize. "Iâve compiled some options for you to choose from. Option one: Dinner. Option two: A walk in the park. Option three: Let me do your laundry for the next weekâŚâ
The 'Nervous, Over-Apologetic' Tim: Tim is likely to be the one who apologizes over and over again. Heâll say âIâm sorryâ about a dozen times in a single conversation, with increasing levels of anxiety. "I really didnât mean it that way. Iâm so sorry. Are we okay? You donât seem mad, but if you are, I understand, and Iâm really, really sorry."
DAMIAN WAYNE ââ .âŚ
The Reluctant Apology: Damian isnât one to apologize easily, and when he does, itâs more formal. He might say something like, âI apologize for my behavior. It was uncalled for.â And then heâll awkwardly pause, before adding, "I... didnât mean to upset you." The comedic part comes when he clearly doesnât understand how heâs hurt you. He might ask, âIs there anything I can do to make it right? Or⌠was this just another one of your moods?â
The Unintentional "Nice Guy" Apology: Damian will give you something as an apologyâperhaps a bouquet of flowers or something that he âfound interesting,â but heâll likely be very stiff about it, saying something like, âThis is for you. I thought you would appreciate it. Itâs⌠an apology gift.â Heâll be surprised when you react positively, since heâs convinced that youâll just think itâs lame
A Small Gesture of Remorse: As an apology, Damian might ask you to join him for a quiet walk or for tea, giving you a rare moment of sincerity. He might even throw in a joke (but itâll be one of those very dry ones), saying, âThe tea will be of the highest quality, so I suppose that should count for something."
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Could you maybe do a reversal or Arevik's request? As someone who struggles with their body image the other way around.
A/n: I was actually planning on this. Now I write this for you :) I hope you like it!
You struggle with your body image
Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel
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Vi
Vi notices your discomfort with your reflection long before you voice it. Sheâs observant, her sharp eyes catching how you pull at your clothes or avoid mirrors.
"Hey, you donât have to look like anyone else to kick butt, alright? Trust meâIâve seen you in action." Sheâll say it with conviction, her tone brooking no argument.
When she realizes how deep your struggles run, she doesnât push, but sheâs always there. Sheâll drag you to a boxing gym one day, not to force you to fight but to show you how strong you are.
"Youâve got nothing to prove to anyone," she tells you after watching you land a perfect punch.
Jinx
Jinx is chaotic but fiercely protective. She notices your hesitation to eat or how you tug at your sleeves and immediately declares, "Whoever made you feel like this? Iâm blowing âem up."
She tries to cheer you up in her own unpredictable waysâdrawing exaggerated portraits of you that make you laugh and reminding you she doesnât care about appearances.
"Youâre my favorite person, you know that? And Iâm the smartest person in Zaun, so... my opinionâs the only one that matters."
On bad days, sheâll cuddle up next to you, her arms tight around your waist, mumbling, "Iâve got you. You donât need to change a thing."
Caitlyn
Caitlyn notices the subtle changes in your mood when the topic of appearances comes up. She approaches it delicately, waiting for you to feel safe enough to open up.
When you finally do, she listens carefully, her eyes soft with understanding. "Youâre beautiful as you are, but I understand how hard it is to feel that way sometimes."
She makes small changes to help you feel more comfortableâlike buying clothes in cuts and fabrics youâd like or planning outings to places where you wonât feel judged.
Caitlyn constantly reinforces how much she values you, not just with words but through her actions. "Itâs okay to struggle. Just donât forget that youâre never alone in this."
Ekko
Ekkoâs no stranger to insecurity, so he picks up on your struggle almost immediately. He doesnât push you to talk about it but offers little reassurances whenever he can.
"Youâre stronger than you give yourself credit for. And no one else gets to define whatâs worth loving about you. Thatâs all you, alright?"
On hard days, heâll distract you with his projects or take you for a ride through the Lanes, showing you the world through his eyes. "This city doesnât define usâneither do the things we donât like about ourselves."
Heâs endlessly patient, always reminding you of your worth without overwhelming you.
Jayce
Jayce struggles to grasp the depth of your feelings at first. Heâs used to being confident and assumes a pep talk will fix it. "Youâre amazing, okay? Donât let anyone tell you otherwise."
When he realizes itâs more complicated than that, he shifts his approach, becoming more attentive. He starts noticing when youâre withdrawn and subtly adjusts his behavior to meet you where youâre at.
Heâll pull you into a tight hug, his voice warm as he says, "Whatever you see when you look in the mirror... I wish you could see what I see."
Jayce is big on small gestures, like leaving notes or little gifts to remind you of how much he cares.
Viktor
Viktor is deeply empathetic and picks up on your struggles quickly, though he doesnât address it outright at first. Instead, he starts spending more time with you, letting his quiet presence offer comfort.
One day, as you stare at yourself in the mirror with a defeated look, he speaks softly but firmly. "Iâve spent my life defying limitationsâdonât let your mind be one of them."
Viktor gently encourages you to focus on what your body allows you to do rather than how it looks. Heâll share stories of his own insecurities, hoping it helps you feel less alone.
On particularly bad days, he simply takes your hand and reminds you, "You are enough. You always have been."
Mel
Melâs approach is thoughtful and calculated, but her warmth shines through in every interaction. She notices your discomfort almost immediately but gives you the space to come to her.
When you do, she listens without judgment, her hand resting gently on yours. "Thereâs nothing wrong with you," she says, her tone firm yet kind. "But Iâll help you see that when youâre ready."
She introduces you to self-care routines that help her feel confident, but sheâs careful never to make you feel pressured. "You donât have to change a thing to deserve loveânot from me, not from anyone."
Mel is fiercely protective, shutting down anyone who dares make you feel lesser. Her love is constant, unwavering, and she ensures you feel it in every word and touch.
Requests may be sent through the ask box. Only SFW.
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