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originalhybridloverfics-backup · 3 years ago

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When We Collide - CH 6 - A Night to Remember [M]

Summary: So this follow up smut from the night EsZan conceived Atlas.

A/N: I am not up to date with the show. I think the last episode I watched was episode 9, possibly 10, I can't remember. Anyway, I don't how in canon this falls with my lack of knowledge in all things EsZan and AMI at the moment.

This was a request. I hope I did the character and the follow up scene justice.

Warning for SMUT!

The entire day had been almost like a fairytale in comparison to the hard ones.

It was nice to just forget for a while all their problems. Cagla, Canar, the company, obligations, everything that had ever gone unsaid between Esra and Ozan and just enjoy being in the each other's company.

There was an undercurrent of more just beneath the surface but it was like before when they were just two kids in love, enjoying making each other laugh and being a light in each other’s day.

When they reached the end of the day and had to say goodnight, there was a hesitance neither wanting the night to end.

Still they did and went their separate ways. They weren’t far apart, just a hotel room away.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Esra couldn’t sit still in the chair by her bed, she had taken off her jacket, needing something to do. Anything.

She kept messing with the jewelry on her hands and the necklace around her neck that Ozan had gifted her with today. It was simple but she loved it.

She loved him. It was hard maintaining a physical distance from him when all she wanted was to be in his arms. She wished there weren’t so many obstacles in the way.

Her eyes flitted to the door. God, she needed him. It was crazy how much.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Ozan paced the floor of his room, feeling like a caged animal.

He loved Esra with everything he had and today felt like old times.

It gave him hope for them but it also made his chest ache with unbearable longing.

He never needed much in this life but Esra..he needed her.

He always had and nothing about that had changed. He wanted to say fuck it to everything standing in their way and just be with the love of his life.

It was insane how much he needed her. He felt like without her this life wasn't worth it. Nothing was.

He needed her in a way that shouldn’t be possible.

No one’s existence should depend on another but his did and she was his sole reason for everything.

But that was Esra to him. Everything.

And God, he needed her so much it hurt.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Simultaneously the doors to their room were thrown open and Esra and Ozan stepped out into the hallway, their eyes riveted on one another.

Esra's chest rose and fell, her breath catching at the raw look of desire in Ozan’s eyes.

They met each other halfway, arms circling, lips fusing together.

Ozan turned them toward the wall, pressing Esra against it, planting his hand against the wall, kissing her deeply, pressed against one another.

Lips parted, Esra looked up at him with half lidded eyes, her hand sliding slowly down his spine, Ozan’s hand came up to cup her cheek, he leaned in for another kiss and Esra turned her face away, a smile on her lips.

Ozan's hand compassed her chin, directing her mouth to his and taking control of the kiss, his hand sliding down her body, reaching the curve of her ass, hips pressed tightly together.

She could feel him hard against his jeans, pressing into her and God, she wanted to feel what it felt like to have him inside her again.

Their lips parted as he slid his hand back up fingers grazing her neck.

Esra arched her neck and turned them, moving toward her open doorway, she tugged at his shirt and Ozan lifted his arms helping her remove the white fabric from his body.

Esra cupped the back of his neck and pulled him into the room, kissing him deeply.

Ozan wrapped his arm around her and lifted her, kicking her door shut behind him. He carried her to the bed, laying her against the sheets, covering her with his body.

Esra legs hooked around his waist and her mouth opened against his.

They sipped from each other’s mouths, desperate to taste, to feel.

They kissed until breath became a necessity.

Esra pushed at Ozan’s chest and he sat up, watching her with dark eyes as she pulled her top from beneath the waistband of her skirt and pulled it from her body. Ozan wasted no time, reaching behind her undoing the clasp of her bra.

Esra pulled the straps down off her arm, letting it fall to the floor next to the bed.

Ozan gathered her back in his arms, his lips immediately sinking out one perfect mound while he took the other one in his hand, brushing his thumb across the pink tip.

Esra arched her back, delving her hands into his hair and holding him to her breast.

Her body was heating with every scape of his teeth and pull of her nipple.

“Ozan,”

Ozan grunted, his cock hardening, hearing her voice filled with need for more.

He released her with a pop and continued to place kisses down her body, reaching for her skirt, he pulled down the zipper and tugged the skirt and her panties from her body, dropping the fabric to the floor, he paused to take off her shoes.

He locked eyes with her as she braced herself on her arms, watching as he toed off his boots, unbuckled his belt and started to push down his hips.

A strangled noise left Esra’s throat as he stood before her completely naked.

She had seen Ozan naked before just as he had seen her but it was different. They were different.

Just the sight of him had her body clenching in need, she shifted up to lay against the pillows and held a hand out to him, beckoning him to come back to her.

Ozan crawled back over her, urging her legs apart to make room for him between her thighs.

Esra shifted when she felt him hard against her and her hips lifted wanting more.

Ozan lined himself up with her entrance, finding how wet she was. The relief hit him because he didn’t think he was capable of slowing things down. He needed her too much.

He gathered her in his arms and pressed his forehead to hers. “Esra?”

He spoke her name, asking her for so many things, a yes, her love, the reassurance that they still after everything only belong with each other.

Esra slid her hands over his back and over the curve of his ass, wrapping her knees around his waist.

It was all the encouragement he needed, he surged forward burying the length of his cock deep inside her.

Esra gasped her mouth, falling open as he stretched her.

It had been so long since she had sex. It was before she and Ozan had gotten divorced. She had never been with anyone else but him.

With him buried deep inside, filling her perfectly, she remembered why Ozan was the only one she ever let touch her in such a way. He was the only man she ever loved and no one could ever hope to compare.

Ozan gave her time to adjust, pressing soft kisses along the top of her breast, only moving when he felt her relax.

Esra moaned softly as he made love to her, slow and tender.

Ozan enjoyed the way she tightened around his cock, sucking him in deeper.

The sounds Esra made fueled the desire inside Ozan and his need for more from her grew.

He needed to take and Esra was more than willing to give, she gripped his ass pulling him tighter against her, needing him to drive into her.

“Ozan, I need more.” she panted, her breath fanning out against his skin.

Her words were all that was needed to snap his control in half.

Ozan planted one hand next to her head, and gripped her hip with the other, fingers digging into her skin as he drew his hips back until just the head of his cock was inside her, and thrust back inside her sharply.

Esra’s mouth fell open on a cry with the force.

Ozan groaned as his hips started a fast pace rhythm that had the bed smacking against the wall with the force.

Esra moaned loudly, her nails scratching down his back and holding tightly to him as Ozan all but fucked her hard and fast.

She could never recall him taking her in such a way before and God help her it felt amazing.

She felt the band inside her coiling tighter and tighter until it snapped, her walls convulsing around Ozan’s cock as she fell over the blissful edge.

Ozan groaned deeply, as she clamped down around him and he pushed harder deeper, seeking out his own release.

A few thrust later and he was following her over that blissful edge, the pressure in his balls released as he let go inside her, filling her walls with his release, buried deep inside her.

Once he was spent he collapsed over her, his head tucked into her neck.

Esra slid her fingers through his hair and kissed his temple.

Ozan made a sound of contentment as her nails scratched his scalp and turned his head, pressing his lips to the skin above her heart.

The gesture was so sweet, so affectionate, so Ozan, Esra couldn’t help the spreading warmth in her chest.

She felt his breathing even out as he fell asleep against her and she didn’t mind it, and allowed the weight of him, being surrounded by him, lull her into her own sleep.

Esra wasn’t sure how long she was asleep but she awoke sometime in the night, to the feel of fingers, trailing through her hair, across her cheek, down the column of her throat.

Her eyes fluttered open to see Ozan, next to her watching her with the most adoring eyes, love shining in his gaze. “Hi.” she smiled.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured quietly. “You just look so peaceful and beautiful. Impossible not to touch.”

“I don’t mind waking up to you,” Esra murmured.

“God, I love you.” Ozan said, reaching for her. “I love you so much. I always have and always will.”

Esra’s chest tightened at the same time her body was flooded with warmth from his words. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

She meant for it to be short and sweet but the desire, the burning fire she felt for Ozan would not be denied.

The kiss deepened, her tongue finding its way into his mouth, tasting him on her tongue.

She pushed on his shoulder, urging him onto his back.

Ozan went willing, his hands smoothing up her thighs as she moved to straddle them.

Ozan groaned, feeling her hand wrapped around them, working his cock up, his body calling for her.

Esra pulled back from the kiss to stare into his eyes as she positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and sunk down on him to the hilt.

Ozan’s eyes widened, having every inch of his cock buried inside of her, squeezing around him, so perfectly.

He moved his hands over her, thighs, hips and torso. The need to touch her as she rode him was too strong to ignore.

Esra braced her hands on his chest as she increased her pace, her mouth parting in pleasure as he dug his heels in the mattress and lifted his hips, thrusting into her as she dropped down onto him.

“Oh, God, Ozan!” The pleasure was too much, he was reaching places inside her that had her begging for more. “Ozan!”

Ozan sat up and gathered her in his arms, somehow sinking deeper inside her, bucking his hips.

Esra clutched to his shoulders, her eyes rolling back into her head as her release hit her suddenly.

Ozan captured her mouth in a heated kiss, devouring her pleasure-filled moans as he drove up into her, clutching tightly to her hips, moments before he found his own release deep inside her.

He fell back against the mattress Esra resting across his chest.

“I’ve missed being with you.” Esra murmured.

“Me too,” Ozan pressed a kiss to her hair, his hands smoothing up and down her back.

He felt her breathing even out, as she drifted to sleep and he held her close, enjoying the feel of her pressed against him until he himself surrendered to the call for rest.

His body falling into one of the most restful sleep he has had in years.

Ozan was not prepared for the next morning, waking up in a bed with cold sheets next to him that should have been warm.

Instinctively, reaching for Esra but she was gone with nothing but a piece of paper on her side of the bed.

Hesitantly he sat up reaching for the note, the cover falling around his hips, he unfolded the paper and was met with Esra’s unmistakable writing.

As he read her words, it was as if he could hear her voice in his head.

Saying Goodbye. She left him.

She fucking left him.

Devastation hit him like a mack truck, a coldness washing over him.

How could she do this? How could she just walk away? Especially after what they shared last night?

Didn’t she love him? Didn’t she care for him at all?

Ozan's stomach dropped a pit forming in his stomach.

He tried so hard to be the man she wanted, and a man she could love but he was never going to be enough for her.

That truth, knowing it broke him in a way he did not know was possible and still he loved her.

He always will.

It was his curse to be haunted by a love for a woman who was never going to love him the way he loved her.

Ozan folded the paper and buried his hands in his hair.

He lost her and he knew it was for good for this time.

It was over and all he had left of her was a goodbye letter and a night to remember.

For one blissful night it was perfect until morning came, taking every ounce of happiness he had left with it.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Not sure when I will post another.

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originalhybridloverfics · 3 years ago

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When We Collide - His Shirt Has Never Looked Better

Summary: This was a requested prompt about Ozan seeing Esra wearing his shirt. I embellished a little by having this take place at some point in the future when Eszan is back together. I firmly believe it's only a matter of time before they reconcile.

A/N: Eszan is in an established relationship.

Ozan reached out blindly, and found nothing but cold sheets, frowning, his eyes opened to see he was alone in bed.

That couldn’t be, right? Ezra was certainly here last night.

He knew without a doubt he hadn’t dreamed last night’s events of her wrapped around him, mouth open in ecstasy as he drove into her again and again, her nails scratching down his back. The sheets still smelled of her and they were warm and rumpled.

He rolled onto his back, the sheet sliding down low on his naked hips, he reached to his bedside table for his phone checking the time.

It was nearly 8 in the morning and he had a 9 15 appointment. A conference call abroad on expanding the company in other countries, opening up branches in major cities.

Groaning, he dropped his phone back on the bedside table and sat up swinging his legs over the bed.

He spotted his pants on the floor and Esra’s dress and her underclothes on the floor however the shirt he wore the night before was gone.

Running his hand through his hair, he breathed deeply and that was when he smelled the delicious aroma that filled his apartment.

Grabbing up his discarded pants, he pulled them back on and walked out of his room, heading toward the kitchen he found his shirt.

It draped around Esra, her figure practically swimming in the material.

There was a spread of breakfast food at the kitchen counter. The source of the delicious aroma filling the air.

Esra was at the other end of the counter pouring two cups of coffee.

Silently on bare feet, he slipped behind her, his arms wrapping around her middle.

Esra gave a little gasped but relaxed into him, she tilted her head back against his shoulder. “You should have stayed asleep. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed.”

“And miss seeing you in my shirt? I think not.” his lips found her neck.

Esra reached up, combing her fingers through his hair. “I’m sure it looks better on you,”

Ozan fought back a groan, his arm tightening around her. “No, my shirt has never looked better.” His hand drifted down, playing with the hem of the shirt that brushed her thighs.

Esra turned in his arms, pleased to find he hadn’t put on a shirt. Her fingers mapped out every dip and curve of his defined abs. She loved his abs. They were so lickable. She should know she did exactly that the night before.

“Good morning,” she leaned up pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

Ozan cupped her jaw, his thumb brushing against his skin as he brought her mouth back to hers, kissing her deeper, his arms tightened around her back as Esra sucked his bottom lip between hers.

Ozan groaned and lifted her onto the counter, Esra wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him against her.

Esra released his lip on a gasp as his hands pressed against the bare skin of her thighs and slid up torturously slow, sliding the fabric of his shirt up to her hips.

Ozan’s lips trailed across her jaw his teeth nipping at her neck.

Fire spread across Esra’s skin and she buried her hands in his hair, her breaths coming in short pants as he brought every nerve ending in her body alive with his lips and his touch.

“I think I know a better place for my shirt?” He whispered in her ear.

“Where?” One of his hands slid behind her waist, dragging her to the edge of the counter so he could rub against her.

“On the floor.” Ozan took her earlobe into his mouth, teeth grazing her flesh.

Esra made an incomprehensible sound from the back of her throat as she imagines him yanking the shirt from her body, pushing his pants down, and taking her right here on the counter.

But ultimately she knew he couldn’t. He had an important meeting and she had to get to work, reluctantly she pushed at his chest.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have time for that and you need to eat your breakfast before it goes cold. You know, you can’t be late for that meeting and I can’t be late for work.”

Ozan pulled back to cup her face, and kiss her lips hard, he leaned his forehead against hers. “I can reschedule and your husband is the boss.”

“Ex-husband,” Esra reminded and pushed him back enough to jump down from the counter. She grabbed the two plates and carried them over to the table.

“We’ll see,” Ozan followed with their coffees.

Esra smiled and set the two plates down, Ozan set the coffees down and took a seat at Esra’s urging.

Esra gave a surprised gasp as he maneuvered her into his lap and reached for his coffee. “If you are so insistent on not taking advantage of being involved with me then I have to insist that we take the weekend off, spend it holed up in bed. Just the two of us.”

“We could but only if we make it to work on time.” Esra leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Now finish your breakfast,”

“Kiss me first,” Ozan requested, arm circling her hip.

Esra leaned down and pressed her lips softly to his, it was soft and tender and express the words she had never spoken.

Ozan smiled into the kiss feeling happier than he had in years.

A/N: Thanks for reading!

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redenzione · 3 years ago

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The Favourite: Esra/Ozan

Been a hot minute since I wrote anything. But these two just won’t quit me. Despite the show doing the utmost to prove these two don’t belong together. Hopefully we have come out of the worst of it and there won’t be any further stupid ‘misunderstandings’ due to an overall lack of communication. What a waste of 10 episodes.

I’m of the belief that these two know how to get hot and heavy. The eye contact the comfortability, the lip biting! That rain kiss where they were all over each other? *Chef’s kiss.*

I know I can do better, but the below is a first entrée after a few years off, so I'll ease myself into it. Any mistakes are my own.

If you like what you read and have requests - feel free to ask, I can’t promise anything quick as this has taken weeks to get out. O.o

Word count: 3500 (approx)

Rated: R16 (slight smut, dirty talk, references to sex)

Based on this quote from the show (loose English translation):

'Esra, don’t. You know perfectly well that that dress is not any ‘regular dress’ ...It has been my favourite...for a long time’

The first time Ozan had seen Esra in that dress he was pretty sure his brain short-circuited.

And she wasn’t even wearing it for him.

He was sitting in the café late at night, Esra’s mother liked to keep a table open for him while he was studying and Esra had come back from her date, cheerful but informing her mother that whoever she had met up with definitely wasn’t ‘the one.’

It wasn’t till she was out of sight and Menekse had hit him on the back of his head that he had managed to come out of his stupor. Having completely missed Esra’s greeting to him and any chance to seem less like a fool to the object of his affections, he had stammered out an apology to Menekse and quickly gathered his things to leave without even offering to help close as he normally would have.

Everyone knew of his infatuation for her, no doubt even Esra herself knew, only out of kindness and pity did she show him any attention, even if it was just to see her a few nights every week when she was working or coming back from a date.

He was absolutely resigned to loving Esra from afar for the rest of his life, being that awkward neighbour through the periphery of her life until she got married and moved away. There were some days where he couldn’t wait for that to happen, it would be agony to watch but all he had ever wanted was for Esra to be happy and if she wasn't around then he would be able to move on with his own life. Marry, have a family and maybe he could eventually forget her.

At the moment, however, no other woman existed in his brain as a possibility other than Esra, to his own Mother’s chagrin. She had pleaded for him to ask someone, anyone out unable to fathom why no one would want to date her son. He had managed to way-lay her by focusing on his studies.

Then he would be expected to make some kind of effort, the rejection he could handle - it was the jeering laughter and mockery that made it unbearable.

Why would anyone want to date Ozan Korfaly? He had heard time and time again. And he knew the answer.

Because he would never love anyone quite as much as he loved Esra and no woman deserved to be second-best in their husband’s eyes.

Or, at least, in the dead of night when he couldn’t sleep - that’s what he pretended.

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The second time Esra had worn the dress, Ozan had found himself almost immediately and uncomfortably hard. It was a reaction he usually managed to stifle when being around Esra - especially as a teenager when she had found her own personal style included wearing short dresses designed to do nothing but both make and ruin his day.

Sheer willpower had kept him out of the more embarrassing situations, but occasionally his reactions managed to get away from him, usually when she did something out of the ordinary. Like stand too close, or wear a dress like that and then bend down in front of him.

She was meant to be picked up for another date, but her date was late so she had decided to spend the time waiting by sitting down at Ozan’s table and telling him how he should not do this when he dated as it was terrible behaviour and she expected better of him.

So flustered by the fact that she had chosen to sit down with him to wait, he had promptly choked on his meal and dropped his fork. Esra had responded by quickly jumping up and moving to his side to thump his back, once the food was dislodged she had bent down to grab the fork off the floor so she could replace it.

He had turned to thank her only to find his eyes directly in the path of her breasts as she rose to stand, his eyes stayed staring down to the floor as his brain whirred through the many reasons why she wasn’t wearing a bra while she sashayed away leaving him to stew in his own disgrace and arousal.

He didn’t meet her eyes as she returned with a new fork and had mumbled out the most insincere ‘thank you’ the land of Turkey had ever witnessed. Ten minutes of awkwardness followed as he refused to raise his head and mumbled out one-word answers to Esra’s ever-growing annoyance. He praised Allah when her date finally decided to show up and whisk her off.

Once she had departed, his head hit the table making all the cutlery and dishes clang slightly as he tried, mostly in vain, to sear the image out of his brain. He was already a degenerate when his imagination came to Esra Erten, the last thing it needed was further validation.

He didn’t go back to the cafe for a month and 45 days. It was the longest he had ever gone without seeing her - he had never felt more miserable, not even when his Father had up and gone.

It wasn’t until two years later, the third time she wore it, for their anniversary, that he was able to finally compliment her on it, with no grace at all, which she took in stride.

And a few hours later he was taking it off of her. If there was one thing he found surprising about their marriage, other than the fact that it actually happened, was how natural and easy their sex life was.

Their first time had been fumbling and filled with quiet laughter as they both admitted they had no idea what they were doing, but committed to figuring it out together.

A year into their marriage they had easily found a rhythm that suited and despite him still being unable to compliment her smoothly he made up for it in other ways.

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The fifth time she wore that dress he had to watch himself, they were divorced for long enough that the dress should not have had that kind of an impact on him anymore.

But Esra knew exactly what she was doing. She knew what that dress did to him because he told her and she had witnessed it first hand. One night, not long after they were engaged she had complimented him on the colour of one of his shirts. They had lapsed into silence when he realised he didn’t know how to respond to his intended, basically saying she found him attractive in something.

Esra had looked at him expectantly and then with exasperation had asked him if there was anything he liked that she wore.

She rolled her eyes when he managed to stammer out ‘anything’ and looked at him pointedly, clarifying if there was anything specific.

He managed to look anywhere except at her and knew that his ears were red but in the end, he did mention one particular dress he was fond of for very specific reasons.

She now yielded that knowledge like a sharp blade, piercing through every memory he had fought so hard to forget, taking him back to a time where he didn’t know what unhappiness felt like.

And now that unhappiness was so piercing he could feel the bitterness creeping up to solidify all of the cracks in his walls that she was trying to batter down.

He had felt like the luckiest man in the world when she wore that dress. Mostly it was brought out for the anniversary of their wedding or his birthday. Moments of his life when he had been the happiest he could ever remember - because she had been in those moments.

It was the worst kind of glaring reminder that once upon a time he didn’t have to hide the fact that he wanted to take it off her, now he was back to where he started, dreaming about what could have been but only worse - because he knew and had lost it.

He knew what was under that dress, his hands had explored under that dress, in their most passionate moments sometimes it hadn’t even come off and in some of their most tender, he had slowly removed it, doing his best to revere every part of her while doing so.

If she had caught him staring more than once at her figure in that dress that night she didn’t let on. She then had the gall to claim there was nothing special about it later the next day, that she wore it for no particular reason.

Lies.

She knew full well - as the fourth time she wore that dress, it had been his birthday, he had felt far more courageous than he was well within his rights to be and had ended up fingering her at the restaurant they were at.

What's more, was that she had let him.

It was a memory so vivid he remembered every detail. Down to what the person sitting three seats behind him was wearing - not that it was important. Esra had walked past that table on the way back from the bathroom and the man sitting there had followed her stride all the way back to their quiet booth.

Ozan remembered that mix of insecurity when the man raised an eyebrow and quiet masculine satisfaction when that raised eyebrow turned into a scowl as Esra kissed him on the cheek for ordering her favourite dessert instead of his own.

She had squeezed his hand in thanks before starting to take slow bites of the fruity dessert, their hands had remained entwined before she lowered them into her lap. The tips of his fingers lightly grazed her knee and while she remained oblivious to what the soft skin did to his nervous system, he remained acutely aware that if he moved his hand up by a few inches they would be entering dangerous territory.

He had thought of it before, of course, they hadn’t however discussed anything of the sort, they hadn’t needed to. He was in no way displeased in any way thus far about their bedroom activities and hoped that she felt the same.

Nor did he want to do this regularly. They’d had a little bit too much to drink, it was his birthday and the candlelight made Esra glow, she looked radiant and he wanted to see her come for him - sooner rather than later.

He leaned in slightly and braced for what could potentially be a gigantic mistake, he kissed the side of her head and gently inhaled her perfume, letting his fingers gently stroke the skin on her thigh. She hummed slightly and he felt her lean sideways into him as his other arm came up around the back of the booth so that she could cuddle directly into him.

‘Nice?’ he whispered, unable to keep his tone light, Esra took another small bite and smiled up at him, nodding. ‘Would you like some?’ She offered him a forkful and he smiled before shaking his head, ‘no, thank you,’ he met her eyes, ‘I plan on having something else for dessert.’

Her own gaze widened at the implication and her glow became rosy as she dropped her head down, ‘Ozan!’ she gently chided at his candour, suddenly shy but he knew from her tone she wasn’t displeased by what he inferred.

She was still smiling, even if she wasn’t looking directly at him and he stroked her knee with his fingertips a few times before slowly removing his hand from hers, she looked up at him in surprise and he kept her gaze before gently drifting his fingers up her thigh and under her skirt.

‘Ozan!’ She whisper-hissed his name again and he immediately stopped moving. She didn’t look scandalised or horrified, maybe nervous but also intrigued.

‘No?’ He asked gently, ‘not here, at least?’

She stammered slightly which amused him, Esra very rarely hesitated over something to say which meant he wasn’t in ‘no’ territory. He gently traced circles and patterns, occasionally his fingers brushed her underwear as he waited for her to decide.

‘Wha - what do you want to do?’ She asked quietly as she took another bite, she didn’t meet his eyes but her cheeks were still pink.

He kept his fingers where they were and leaned in ever so closer to her to gauge every reaction from her exquisite face. ‘I would really like to get down on my knees and taste you while you are having your treat.’

Her inhale was sharp as he paused and considered his next words, ‘but that won’t be possible - not with everyone here watching. I don’t want someone else to see you come, Esra. I want those moments to myself.’

Her eyes flickered around the restaurant as though she had forgotten where they were, he extended a finger to run down the centre of her underwear and she bit down on her fork a bit harder than necessary.

He let out a playful sigh and let his other hand curl in the tips of her hair, ‘instead, I suppose I shall have to prepare you.’

She removed the fork from her mouth and looked at him, ‘prepare me?’ she asked, confused.

He nodded, ‘I want you so wet that you drip down my fingers,’ her inhale was shaky and the fork hit the plate with a jolt of movement. ‘So that when we get home, I can have you immediately.’

She moved her legs together, as though trying to create unconscious friction and he took the chance to move her underwear to one side and run his fingers down her slit.

He could feel how hot she was, how she was slowly opening for him. ‘I want you to beg for me to let you come here,’ his wandering digits found her clit and he gently toyed with it as she let out a quiet, short whimper, relaxing her legs even further.

He adjusted his hand so that his thumb was resting near to where her bud was and then his middle finger ran up and down her slit, covering her in her own wetness, ‘you know that I won’t let you Esra, but I want you to burn for me - like I always do for you.’

He gently pushed in one finger and watched as Esra bit her lip hard to avoid making any sound. He watched her tongue soothe over her bottom lip, he ached to kiss her, he eyed her lips as he spoke again, ‘very good, sweetheart - can you feel how you’re nearly ready for me?’

She didn’t respond and kept her eyes trained on the half-eaten dessert in front of her, he grinned to himself, the lip bite had been the first tell, she was trying to keep focused, to not let anyone know what they were doing.

He gently removed his hand away from her and her eyes directly moved back to his, searching wildly for why he was stopping. He smiled down at her and brought his fingers to his lips. He could see the shine of her on his fingertips and smell her essence.

He could see a faint tremble as he savoured her taste and her hand suddenly clutched onto his thigh, ‘we need to leave.’ She stood abruptly, he grabbed her hand and coaxed her back to sitting, ‘Esra, we’re not finished.’ He smirked at her, fully preparing for her to settle back in, instead, she moved her hand to rest over his heart.

‘No, Ozan - we’re not finished. Not by a long shot.’ She whispered very quietly, eyes focused directly on him as she spoke, ‘because you are going to take me home, you are going to clean me up with your mouth and make me come at least twice before I may decide to sit on your lap and ride you into such an oblivion that you forget your own name.’

He sat there dumbfounded by the innocent look on her face and the dark, sultry timbre of her voice that he had never heard before.

Her fingers curled down across his lap as she leaned in to give him a lingering kiss, ‘you’ve prepared me so well Ozan, don’t you want to enjoy the fruits of your labour…’ she asked eyes knowing and so coquettish as she took a grape from her plate and offered it to his mouth.

He managed to take the grape between his lips and raised his hand to call for the cheque as she sat back, immensely satisfied while he fumbled trying to eat the grape and explain to the waiter to hurry.

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The sixth time she wore it was the last, and only because he had ripped it when removing it from her. So much so that it was irreparable.

Thankfully she hadn’t minded, they had worked each other up into such a frenzy that she had returned the favour, the buttons of his black shirt had pinged off and ripped down the middle when she tore it from him.

Besides, she always looked best when in his clothing as demonstrated the next morning over breakfast.

For the first time in many months, they were both single, he was divorced, finally, from Chagla.

Cinar, in the end, was unable to fully trust Esra, especially when it came to him and she had turned down his proposal. He had learned that little nugget from Musa, who had heard it from Zeynep.

He and Esra had been doing well as friends, not dissimilar to their teenage years, except there was now the added carnal knowledge to throw a spanner in the works. Here and there they had had the odd moment of chemistry. Too long looks, a touch of the arm, back or shoulder to steady or waylay. A warm smile as something triggered a memory.

He had intended to wait a little longer before upping the ante, because as he had learnt, painfully, seeing Esra with someone else was not something he would be able to tolerate for too long a period.

But they’d had a moment during the week where they had bumped into each other around a tight corner at work, he had steadied her and he noticed her eyes glaze over as she smelt his cologne. Their eyes had met and hers had flickered down to his lips ever so quickly, he would have thought nothing of it - but then she had bit her bottom lip.

At his sharp inhale, because they both knew what that lip bite meant, she had dashed, stammering something about reports for Pinar.

Then she had shown up later that week to their launch wearing that dress. Between the dress and the lip bite in one week, he hadn’t stood a chance.

And so they found themselves at their house, technically he had it built but it was her name on the papers, not that she knew that yet. They were slightly tipsy and completely enamoured with each other in a way they hadn’t been for far too long.

It was as though nothing could separate them now but they still couldn’t get close enough to each other as such, their clothing was in the way. Shoes had been kicked off, he had all but demanded she take her hair down and she had slapped his hands away when he tried to undo the buckle on his belt, complaining that he was taking too long and did it herself.

She wasn’t wrong, he was taking too long, his hands were shaking and he was having difficulty multitasking between undressing himself and touching Esra’s skin. They hadn’t made it to the bed in the end, the rug had been soft enough as had the living room couch.

Esra made some noises about replacing them, he had responded by suggesting to swap them for the unused ones that were in their bedroom. She had started to imply something about them finding themselves in a similar situation, but had broken off with a grin and deep blush as he pulled her tighter to him and kissed her deeply.

As she started to doze he tucked in the blanket over them a bit tighter and started to gently played with a few strands of her hair, he didn't think she would ever understand how much she meant to him.

Which was okay, he knew now that he didn’t have to go to such extremes like last time. He knew Esra better than anyone and this time apart had taught him far more than he thought. Esra still needed to learn about him, but they had time and in many ways, she knew him better than he knew himself.

Whether she had worn the dress for him this time or for herself didn't matter, she was here in his arms and they had managed, despite every obstacle thrown at them, to get back to this point.

He had never, growing up, imagined that his life could turn out to be like this. But somehow, the most beautiful girl in their area had chosen him. Not once, not twice but now for a third time, she had chosen to be with him and right now he was in his favourite place to be.

Anywhere, with her next to him.

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originalhybridloverfics · 3 years ago

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When We Collide - A Secret Love

Summary: Esra and Ozan have secretly gotten back together and are sneaking around to keep their love a secret.

A/N: Over the last week, my uncle passed away. And then I found out my cousin who came down for the funeral passed away. My uncle was in his sixties but my cousin was only 34, he was perfectly healthy. My family is having a hard time with it all. I will be taking time away to be with them. I won't be able to devote my time and headspace to write for a bit and I don't want my writing to suffer because of it. Never take family for granted, death happens unexpectedly. For now, I will be helping my cousin's wife in her time of need, my cousin had four young children and she could use the help during this difficult time. This will be the last update until I am ready to get back to writing until then I will be on hiatus.

This chapter has Smut. If that's not something you want to read I advise you to skip it.

I am behind on the show, so if this doesn't match up with canon consider it a canon divergence. This was a requested prompt.

Esra looked up as a figure appeared in the doorway in the reflection of the mirror as she applied her makeup.

She smiled at Ozan. “I was getting ready to head into the office. I made breakfast. It’s on the table.”

Ozan walked up and wrap his arms around her, kissing her neck. “Then stay and eat breakfast with me. I can drive us to work.”

“No, it’s important we keep our relationship secret.” Esra turned in his arm, sweeping a hand through bed hair.

Ozan leaned into her touch. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I want to be able to shout about you from the rooftops.”

“You still can, just not about how much you love me,” Esra pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Ozan cupped her face and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. “I’ll have to settle for showing you then,” he murmured when he pulled away, his thumb swiping across her bottom lip.

A spark of desire shot straight to her core and she cursed that they had to go into work, she would much rather enjoy having him worship every inch of her body as his actions and words promised.

“It will have to wait,” she gave him a push, “go eat your breakfast, I have to go,” she slipped past him, walking into the living room.

She grabbed her jacket, slipping it on, pairing it with the red sundress she wore, grabbing her phone she slipped it into her bag.

Her hand reached for the doorknob just as Ozan’s hand circled her waist, spinning her back around into his chest, his mouth captured hers in a heated kiss that left her wanting more.

Esra smiled giving him another quick peck, ignoring the desire for more. “I’ll see you at the office.”

Ozan reluctantly let her go. He waited till the door shut behind her, before turning back to go take a shower.

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Ozan looked at Esra across the table. There was a meeting on a new project and Esra along with the other interns and assistants were taking notes about everything that needed to be done.

Ozan was finding it hard to concentrate, he had to keep forcing himself to look away. Certain he was going to get caught staring at Esra like a lovesick fool.

Esra loved that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Since they got back together it felt like they were in the honeymoon phase and she was enjoying every second of it. Not to mention there was something sexy about keeping their love a secret and sneaking around the company. The thrill of getting caught just made it that much more enjoyable.

Ozan picked up his phone and moved his hand beneath the table and discreetly sent out a text.

Esra jumped in surprise when her phone chimed and laughed it off, reaching for her phone she saw the text notification. She looked up and met Ozan’s heated gaze.

She looked back down and opened the text.

Meet me in my office, ten minutes after the meeting. You will be occupied for the next hour.

Esra bit her lip, wondering just what he was planning. They were at work so surely he wasn’t implying something salacious. And what could possibly take an hour? Occupied how? Was she running errands for him, taking notes?

When the meeting finally came to an end Esra was relieved, the curiosity of what Ozan wanted was driving her crazy.

The interns filed out first and she couldn’t help but trail her hand across his shoulder as she passed. She chances a look back at him when she passed through the door to find him watching her.

Ozan waited till everyone filed out before standing and heading for his office.

He took off his jacket tossing it over his chair and unbuttoned the few buttons of his shirt. His skin was hot to the touch, desire flared through him. It had been impossible to concentrate during the meeting with Esra across from him. All he could think about was her lips parted in pleasure as he spread her open with his cock, feel her breast in the palm of his hand, hear her begging for him.

There was something so fucking hot about Esra, who begged for nothing, beg for him. He needed it like, he needed air, knowing she needed him was a feeling he would never get enough of.

He settled down in his chair, fearing he was going to pace a hole in the floor out of sheer impatience.

When it passed the fifteen-minute mark, he was moments away from calling her when there was a knock at his door, he stood from his chair just as Esra stepped inside.

“You’re late.” He strode up to her, trapping her against the closed door.

“By five minutes,” Esra protested, hands coming up to grip his arms as he caged her in, heat radiating off him.

“Five minutes was too long,” he placed his hand over her collarbone. “I was second’s away from finding you and bringing you here myself.”

“Everyone would know about us,” Esra pointed out, as his hand skimmed up her throat to cup her cheek, his hand hot upon her skin, warming her from the inside out.

“I can’t bring myself to care right now,” His mouth crashed down onto hers, hot and full of passion stealing the breath from her.

Esra surrendered to the lust coursing through her body, lips parting to allow his tongue to slide against hers.

His free hand moved down her body, gripping her thigh, bunching up the fabric of her dress, he pressed his body against her, and Esra jolted at the feel of him, hard, straining through his slacks pressed against her.

Esra ripped her mouth from his and looked up at him with wide eyes. “Did you invite me here to have sex in your office?”

“I wanted you to come here because I can’t focus on anything but you. How can anyone expect me to be able to work with you across from me?” His thumb brushed her bottom lip. “All I can think about is the fill of your lips, your scent, the feel of your soft skin, your perfect curves,” his voice lowered, eyes dark with desire. “All I can imagine is pleasure in your eyes, moans escaping your parted lips as I move inside you, your legs tight around me, squeezing, your voice hoarse from screaming my name.”

“Ozan,” She felt choked, her core throbbing with need with every word he spoke.

When did he get so fucking good with words?

“We can’t.” she protested with a shake of her head.

“We can,” Ozan slipped his hand beneath her dress and Esra gasped as his palm pressed against her. “The doors locked.”

Esra knew she should protest, stop him but god she couldn’t, she longed for his touch. Instead, she tangled her hand into the back of his hair and pulled him down to kiss him deeply.

Ozan smirked and slipped his hand beneath her dress rubbing his thumb against her clit oVer the fabric of her underwear, Esra moan into his mouth, her hips moving searching for more.

The hand cupping her jaw traveled down to her breast holding it in his palm, squeezing.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by the doorknob jiggling. “Ozan?” Cagla’s voice called out.

Esra froze staring up at him, caught. “What do we do?” she mouthed.

Ozan pressed his finger against his lips asking her to be quiet, he leaned down brushing his mouth against her ear. “Go sit down and look like you’re taking notes.”

Esra quickly brushed past him, her skin heated, and took a seat, she ran a hand through her hair and grabbed the notepad from the table and a pen.

“Ozan? Are you in there?” Cagla called again, the door pulled with more force as she obviously tried harder to open it.

Ozan quickly removed his jacket and tossed it onto his chair, he walked to the door and turned the lock and swung it open, and put on his smile. “Sorry about that, Cagla. The door has been jamming since yesterday.” he looked back at Esra. “Be sure to have someone look at it, will you?”

“Of course, Ozan Bey,” Esra answered, relieved that Cagla seemed to be buying his lie if the look on her face was anything to go by. It was that or she really was just blinded by her attraction for Ozan.

Not that Esra could blame her. She felt the needed to fan herself but it would be too obvious.

“Write it down,” Ozan ordered, nodding to her paper and pen. “That’s why you’re here.”

Esra felt a wave of annoyance at his tone but pushed it down, knowing he was only trying to keep their secret from getting out. She made a show of writing it down.

Cagla stepped into the office, frowning at Esra. “Esra, are you feeling okay?”

Esra’s head shot up. “Yes, why?”

“You’re just looking a little flushed,” Cagla observed. “Perhaps you’re starting to come down with something.”

“I feel fine,” Esra assured her.

“Okay, but if that changes, it’s okay to leave early,” Cagla responded before focusing back on Ozan. “I wanted to remind you about that interview in an hour with the magazine for expanding companies. If everything goes well you will be headlining it. This can be a huge step forward for us.”

“Don’t worry,” Ozan assured her, gently moving back to the door. “I will be nothing but brilliant.”

“Ozan, do you want to grab lunch?” Cagla asked as she stepped just out of his office.

“I have plans, unfortunately. Another time, maybe?” she asked.

“Of course,” he waited till she walked away before shutting the door and locking it.

Esra stood and watched him round his desk. “You have plans for lunch? Why didn’t you tell me? I was planning on making us something.”

“You won’t be making us anything.” he grabbed his laptop and tossed it into his chair. “You will be too occupied.”

“Occupied?” Esra repeated confused. “With what?”

Ozan wrapped his arm around her and picked her up, depositing her on his desk, he pulled her to the edge and captured her mouth in a heated kiss.

Esra fisted her hands in his shirt, surrendering to his lips dominating hers, his hand slid down her body, slipping beneath her dress and with one sharp tug he had torn her panties.

She gasped, white-hot lust flowing through her, her core throbbed almost painfully.

Her mouth fell open as his fingers found her wetness, his thumb rubbing her clit.

The phone started ringing and her eyes widened. She expected him to stop what he was doing but he didn’t.

Ozan slipped a Bluetooth device into his ear, connecting it before answering the call.

“Ozan!” Esra exclaimed.

Ozan put a finger to his lips, telling her to be silent, and then spoke into the Bluetooth but his words were drowned out as he sunk a finger inside her.

Esra’s mouth fell open from the sudden intrusion, a loud gasp filling the air. She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her when he was clearly in the middle of his conference call.

Had he lost his mind?!

As he slid a second finger deep inside her she was sure that he definitely lost his mind.

Her mouth open on a silent cry and she stared at him wide-eyed, her skin flushed and breaths coming in quick pants.

Ozan smirked down at her, never once did he stop speaking into the phone, his voice clear and focused. As precise as his thrusting fingers inside of her.

Her moans started out small and breathless as his fingers thrust shallowly but then he started moving them faster and deeper. She couldn’t stop the cry that tore from her mouth when he inserted a third finger deep inside her.

Ozan moved between her legs opening her up wider and found her breast, squeezing.

“Sorry about that, my assistant has the terrible habit of tripping. She’s fine.” Ozan spoke into the Bluetooth.

Esra’s face flushed in embarrassment, and she clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her sounds of pleasure.

Esra felt her pleasure rise higher and higher, her hips lifting to meet his thrust, the coil inside her tightened further and further.

She was so close to the edge she could taste it, when suddenly he ended his call and tossed the BlueTooth away, and removed his fingers from her sex.

Esra let out a whimper, eyes shining in frustration. “Ozan!”

“Shh,” he grasps her by the hips and brought her to the edge of the desk, he nudges her legs open wider, stepping between them as he gathered her in his arms.

Esra surrendered to his kiss and grabbed onto him, needing something to hold onto as the desperation for more rage through her body.

Ozan slid the zipper of her dress down then pushed the straps down her arm, his hand found her bra-covered breast and she jolted feeling his hand reach inside the cup, rubbing her nipple between his finger and thumb.

His other hand unclasped her bra and pushed the straps down her arms until they dangled at her elbows, freeing her breast.

When he pulled his mouth from hers it was to trail his lips over the shell of her ear, his hot breath coasting against her neck.

She shivered, goosebumps rising on her heated flesh.

“As I was saying earlier you are going to be occupied for lunch,”

His words fanned across her skin and she was confused. “Lunch?” she repeated.

Ozan chuckled. “Have you forgotten our discussion of lunch plans?”

Esra flushed in embarrassment because yes she had but can anyone really blame her? how could anyone focus when he was doing the things he was to her body?

“What will have me occupied during lunch? It can’t be this.” Esra panted, her breaths coming quickly. “I mean, if we’re doing this now, we wouldn’t for lunch.”

“We will be doing exactly this,” Ozan whispered, as he used one hand to unfastened his pants pulling the zipper down. “Except, you won’t have to be quiet. When we do this again, I want to hear every sound you make, every cry, moan, and breath.” He pushed his pants and boxers down, taking a hold of his cock he aligned it with her soaking entrance. “I want to hear you scream my name,”

Esra shifted her hips feeling the head of his cock. “Ozan, please.”

Ozan smirked. “For now, you must be quiet. Others can’t know what we’re doing. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes. Yes, please just get inside me already.” Esra all but snapped the desperation to feel him filling her overcoming all rationality.

Ozan locked eyes with her and surged forward, his cock, pushing inside. Esra’s mouth fell open on a cry, Ozan quickly captured her mouth, swallowing her sounds.

He didn’t give her time to adjust as he started a frenzied pace that had her clawing at his back, arching her body up, her hips moving against his.

With every thrust he sunk deeper and deeper inside her, she squeezed around him tightly like a vice.

Ozan grunted as he fucked into her, one hand on her breast, rubbing her nipple between his fingers his other hand reached between them to rub at her clit, never once ceasing the movement of his hips.

Esra felt every slide of him inside of her perfectly, combined with his hand on her breast and rubbing her, the orgasm she chased earlier came back and hit her with an intensity that had her seeing spots behind her closed lids.

She fell over the edge as his cock rubbed against the spot inside her that had her withering in pleasure.

A scream would have torn from her throat if Ozan hadn’t been sucking on her tongue.

Ozan groaned as she convulsed around him, he pulled his mouth from hers and stared down at her as she came around him.

Esra bit down on her lip as he fucked her through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She was always so sensitive after and orgasm, she could feel another orgasm building. She tried to keep quiet but it was near impossible.

Ozan felt himself grow closer and closer to the edge, wrapping his arms around her, he yanked, her into a sitting position, her chest flushed against him, he buried his face in her neck as he pounded into her, again and again.

Esra tugged his shirt out of the way and bit down on his shoulder silencing her cries.

The sting of pain from her bite and the pleasure from her squeezing around his length sent him over the edge and he came with one last thrust, burying his cock inside her as deep as he could.

His arms wrapped tightly around her and he placed kisses against her skin. “I love you,”

Esra pilled back and cupped his face in her hands, she leaned forward, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

She didn’t say the words but Ozan felt it in her kiss, in her touch.

“We should cut out early,” She murmured, trailing a kiss over his neck, her teeth grazing the vein in his neck.

Ozan groaned. “I want to but we can’t. Not today.”

Reluctantly he pulled out of her and used a kleenex to first clean up, Esra and then another for himself and tucked himself back in his pants.

Esra watched as he slowly fixed her bra and pulled her dress back in place, zipping up her dress, his lips finding her shoulder as he did so.

Her hand easily slid into his hair and tugged him back to her mouth, kissing him with all the love she had inside of her.

Ozan’s hand cupped the back of her neck, his lips dancing with hers.

Esra pulled back, her palm flat against his cheek. “Tomorrow then,”

“No, not just tomorrow. We’ll take the week.”

Esra’s eyes shined with hope. “A week?”

“Yes, we can go on that honeymoon I never gave you. Wherever you want. I don’t care as long as we are together.”

Esra smiled her hands trailing over his shoulders to rest over his heart. “Sounds perfect.” She leaned in pressing a tender kiss to his lips just as another knock sounded on the door.

She pushed him back and made sure her clothes were in order, running a hand through her hair. She grabbed her jacket and notepad and walked to the door. “I’ll see you for lunch.”

“Yes, you will,” Ozan promised, fastening his pants and straightening up his desk as Esra opened the door.

Musa stood on the other side and he looked between him and Esra his smile wide.

Esra breezed past him without a word, Musa stepped into the room the door shutting behind him.

“Is there something you have forgotten to tell me?” Musa’s grin only widened, his eyes shining with excitement for his friend. “Just when did you reunite with my daughter-in-law?”

Ozan laughed and smiled brightly. While he and Esra were keeping their relationship secret, he saw no reason to keep it from Musa.

“We’re happy,” he said simply.

It was all that needed to be said.

Anything else should remain between him and Esra. A secret love between them until she was ready to share their happiness with the world.

Only then would he scream it from the rooftops that he was unbelievably happy with the love of his life.

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When We Collide - I Have Never Stopped Loving You

Chapter 3: I Have Never Stopped Loving You

Summary: A love confession in the rain.

A/N: Okay, so I am an episode behind but the fragman with the kiss in the rain owns me and I just had to write something for it. I am sure this isn't how it's going to go down on the show. Go ahead and consider this an indulgent fic. This is short and sweet and I hope you like it.

The rain pelts down against Esra’s skin, soaking her but she didn’t care.

Couldn’t. Not with Ozan pressed against her, his hand hot on her lower back, keeping her pressed against him. His drenched shirt clinging to his form, his eyes dark with desire and desperation.

A desperation she could feel in her bones as his words repeated on a loop inside her head.

Yes, I’m crazy! You have made me crazy! I am crazy jealous of you! Is that what you wanted to hear?!

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, her breath caught in her throat, the heat of his body seeped into hers and it took everything in her not to grabbed him and hold on as tight as she can.

His mouth drew closer to her, his breath coasting over her skin and she was helpless to the pull for any contact with him, her eyes slid shut as his lips brushed hers.

His lips pressed against hers and it was perfect. Moments later she was pushing at his chest holding back.

“I knew you were jealous!” she exclaimed, a triumphant smile pulling at her lips.

“Of course I was jealous,” Ozan clenched his jaw. “I don’t want to see the woman I love with someone else. Do you have any idea what it’s like to think the one person who is everything to you might feel that way about someone who isn’t you?”

Esra froze her smile slipping off her face. “Ozan,”

The pain in his tore at her heart and his words struck her like a fist, twisting her up inside.

“I know you say you don’t love me but that’s not what I feel when we are together.” Ozan pulled her flushed against his body and she gripped tightly to his shoulders. “You feel something I know it and I can be patient, I can wait for you to love me back. I have enough love inside me for the both of us.”

“I knew you still felt something for me,” Esra murmured, feeling breathless. “But I didn’t think you still loved me after everything,”

Ozan cupped her jaw, his sliding across her wet skin. “I have never stopped loving you. I tried. I was angry and hurt and I told myself you didn’t matter anymore, I didn’t need you but the truth is I have always needed you. I have loved you since we were kids. I loved you from the first moment that I saw you. I loved you even when you told me you have never loved me. And if there is something in this world that is absolute it’s that I will always be in love with you. It will always be you. Every beat of my heart is for you”

Esra surged forward, his words breaking down on her walls, her fears crumbling to dust. She connected her lips to his and it felt like coming home.

Ozan tilted her head back as he deepened the kiss, she opened to him, her heart, her entire being, letting him in, and nothing had ever felt more right to her.

Her arms moved to wrap around his neck, fisting her fingers in his hair.

Ozan’s arms bounded around her waist and he lifted her, the kiss intensifies. Esra wrapped her legs around his waist, holding tightly to him as they finally found their way back to each other.

He didn’t care that he was kissing her in front of his company. He didn’t care who saw.

He didn’t care who found out the truth of Esra being his ex-wife because he was going to make damn sure that they all knew he intended for her to be his wife again.

He was never going to let her go, his soul, his heart, his body, his everything was in her hands. He was hers from the moment they met and he always will be.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Feedback is encouraged.

BTW, I haven't forgotten any of the Eszan request I have gotten I promise I still plan to write them.

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A Better Life - Eszan One-Shot

Summary: Esra and Ozan have started building what they once shared, only stronger and better than it ever was.

A/N: I have stopped watching AMI. I plan on continuing once it is finished. If something doesn't line up with Canon it's because the last episode I watched was episode 9. in any case this was requested and I hope you like it.

Warning for Smut!

Ozan opened the door to their home, and he smiled at Esra.

She was wearing a red summer dress with cutouts. It showed off her curves. Her dark hair was loose in waves, her lips painted a vivid red that had his blood pumping.

God, she was stunning.

“You’re beautiful.” He said, opening the door wider for her to come inside.

“Thank you,” Esra leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Her intoxicating perfume surrounded him, and he cupped her face, pressing a tender kiss to her mouth.

Esra smiled against his lips. Pulling back, she let her gaze travel over him. He was wearing a pair of slacks and that dark blue shirt that really complimented him. “You look very handsome. Where are we going tonight?”

It had been a few weeks since they got back together. They went out almost every night. Esra was enjoying herself. They were taking things slow, really reconnecting again, and it was good for them.

Ozan thought so too. He was happier than he could ever remember being and he knew it was because they were in a good place.

“I thought we could have dinner here tonight?” Ozan shut the door behind her and placed a hand on her lower back, urging her through their home.

“Did you cook?” Esra asked as he led her toward the glass doors that led outside, her eyes widened at the spread on the table, there were candles in the middle, fairy lights strung out in the backyard, giving the place a beautiful low glow.

“No,” Ozan confessed. “I had help from Musa and I might have consulted a few city known chefs.”

Esra smiled. “That’s so sweet of you and you must thank Musa for me.”

“You can think the next time you see him.” Ozan pulled her chair out for her.

Esra kissed his cheek at the sweet gesture before taking her seat.

Ozan started dishing out their food onto their plates and poured them some wine before taking a seat next to her. He didn’t wish to sit across from her. It wasn’t close enough.

“It smells amazing.” Esra reached for her drink, taking a small drink.

“I hope you enjoy it.” Ozan wanted tonight to be special. He wanted it to be a new start for them.

Esra smiled. “I really love it when you do sweet things like this for me. For the longest time I was certain All I would ever receive from you was your anger and your disappointment.”

“That’s over now,” he placed his hand over hers on the table, lacing their fingers together. “I was angry that I lost you and I didn’t want a life without you.”

“See,” Esma smiled and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Sweet.”

Ozan’s heart warmed at hearing the things she loved about him. “What else do you love about me?”

“I love that you are like fine wine. You only get better with time.” Esra lifted her free hand to cup his jaw, her thumb tracing across his bottom lip. “You were always handsome, but you became even more attractive.”

“Yeah?” Ozan asked. He had never cared about his looks, he had only cared about being deserving of the woman next to him.

“Very,” Esra admitted, her hands moving over his arms, feeling his powerful muscles beneath her fingertips. “I can’t tell you how many times I have dreamed about you.”

“You fantasize about me?” Ozan couldn’t keep the smug grin away if he wanted to.

“Repeatedly.” Esra’s hands slid over his chest. “They were very vivid.”

Ozan swallowed. “Perhaps we should finish this topic after dinner,”

“I agree.” Esra walked further into the home. “I’m starving. I won’t be very good company if I don’t eat soon.”

Ozan laughed. “We can’t have that.”

He ushered toward the table, pulling her chair out for her.

Esra smiled at him in thanks. Taking the seat, she brushed her hair back off her shoulder.

Ozan breathed deeply the scent of her hair, surrounding lilacs and lavender. It both calmed him and excited him.

Ozan found himself unable to focus on dinner. All he could see was Esra, watching her every reaction, enjoying being with her, seeing her eyes light as she talked about the food. The sounds she made when she really liked something.

Esra, in turn, enjoyed having Ozan’s attention. Some things never changed. She loved having his attention when they were younger, and now that they were older and starting over, she craved it.

She craved in the way a person craved touch, love. Intimacy.

When dinner was over, they set aside the dishes and shared a glass of wine.

“I had a lovely time tonight.” Esra said, reaching across the table for his hand.

Ozan’s fingers laced with hers. “I love how the simple things in life can make you so happy. It just makes me want to give you all the world has to offer and more.”

Esra squeezed his hand. “Tell me, what else do you love about me.”

“Everything.” Ozan’s answer was immediate.

“I’m serious.” Esra laughed.

“So am I,” Ozan’s thumb brushed the back of her hand repeatedly. “I love how independent you are. Your bravery. How tenacious you are. I love that you won’t take anyone’s bullshit, not even mine. I love how caring and forgiving you are.” he paused. “I love how you look at me, how you give me strength.”

Esra turned her hand over in his. “I love how you love me. I love how no matter how hard I push you don’t leave my side. I love how you fight for me. I love how you don’t try to control me. I love that everything you have ever done was for us. I love how handsome you are. I mean, you’ve always been handsome, but it’s different now. There’s something primal and carnal.”

Ozan’s gut tightened. “You know, you have always been beautiful to me. I’m not surprised when other men find you attractive. How can they not? I was jealous when Cinar approached you, but I couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know about us and I hated it.”

“Well, I am beautiful.” Esra teased, finding his jealousy endearing when he was admitting to it. “Maybe I should consider other options.”

Ozan was out of his seat in an instant, pulling her up with him.

Ezra gasped as he crashed into his chest.

One hand wrapped possessively around her waist as his other hand cupped the back of her neck. “I couldn’t stand it if another man touched you.” His lips were inches from hers.

Esra's breath caught in her throat. She never wanted to be claimed by a man before, but at that moment, she did. She welcomes Ozan’s possessiveness, his passion, his need for her.

“It’s a good thing you’re the only man I want to touch me.” she arched her back, pressing closer.

Ozan crashed his lips to hers on a groan, pushing her body against his, feeling every soft curve. “Fuck,” he breathed against her lips. “I need you.”

Esra cupped his face in her hands, trusting him to hold her. “Then have me.”

Ozan’s mouth covered hers in a heated kiss, demanding her every breath.

Esra clutched to his shoulders as he lifted her, carrying her into their home.

He placed her onto the soft couch cushions, his body covering hers as his hands explored her body, re-familiarizing with the work of art that he had admired his entire life.

Esra ran her hands through his hair and over his back.

Ozan slipped his hand beneath the hem of her dress, pushing it up as his hands traced a path up her bare thigh.

Esra ripped her mouth from his, gasping at the feel of his hand slipping beneath the fabric of her panties to touch her where she wanted him most.

Ozan’s lips moved to her neck, kissing and sucking. He used his nose to nudge the thin strap of her dress down her arm until her breast popped free.

Esra’s body jerked as he simultaneously pushed a finger insider her sex and wrapped his lips around her hardened nipple.

“Ozan,” she gasped, her chest rising at a rapid pace. “Please.”

She needed more.

Ozan inserted a second finger inside of her and thrusted his fingers shallowing, his teeth grazing her nipple.

She could feel a ball of heat low in her belly, coiling tighter and tighter with every hard suck, graze of his teeth and movement of his fingers.

“Ah, Ozan!” She clutched at his shoulders.

A scream of pleasure tore from her throat as he inserted a third finger and crook his finger, rubbing against her vaginal wall, nipping at her nipple.

She came with a shout, her back arching.

Ozan took the breathtaking sight in, her eyes hazy with pleasure, her chest rising and fast, her lips parted, her dark hair fanned out around her and her skin flushed.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” Ozan breathed in awe.

Esra pushed at his chest until he was sitting back against the cushions. “I could say the same.”

Ozan reached for her as she threw her leg over him, moving to straddle his lap. She pulled him in for a deep kiss that he surrendered to.

So distracted by her rubbing her perfect curves against him, her lips moving against his with a knowledge built from all the time they knew one another, he barely noticed her unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. Noticing nothing, until he felt her small hand slip beneath his boxers, her soft finger circling his length.

He pulled back to stare at her wide-eyed. “Esra.”

“Shh.” she murmured, her hand stroking him.

Ozan fought back a groan, his cock hardening in her hand, his girth and length expanding. When her thumb swiped across the head, his hips jolted. “Fuck, baby, I need you.”

Esra grinned. “I know.”

Slowly she lifted herself off him and Ozan reached for her, a complaint on his lips. “Please, Esra.”

Esra’s only reply was to reach beneath her dress and push her panties down her legs and kick them away, hiking her dress back up. She retook her place in his lap, unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed the fabric apart and down his arms.

Ozan watched as she reached inside his pants again and pulled his dick out, widening her legs so they bracket hips. She lifted her body and positioned the head at her opening.

Ozan cupped her face. “Are you sure about this?” clenched his jaw as his cock rubbed at her entrance, yearning for a home inside her.

Esra responded by sinking down onto his cock, inch by inch until he was bottom out, buried deep inside her.

Ozan groaned, throwing his head back against the cushions. “Esra!”

Esra would have grinned if she wasn’t so breathless at the feel of him stretching her.

Slowly she moved, rising off him and dropping back down again.

Ozan groaned and grabbed her hips to start her movement. “Wait, wait, wait.”

Esra whimpered. She needed to move, need to feel him filling her again and again. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not wearing a condom.” he gritted out

“I know. I want nothing between us.” Esra breathed.

“Are you on the pill?” Ozan tried to focus, but it was hard when all he could feel was her wrapped around his cock so fucking perfectly. She fit him like a glove.

“No,” Esra shook her head. “Does it matter?”

“You could get pregnant,” Ozan said regretfully. He wanted a baby with Esra, but he would never push her. Not after knowing their lost she suffered alone.

Esra cupped his face in her hands. “And after everything we’ve been through. I want that. I know what I want. I want to live a life with you. I want to build a family. I want to get married again and grow old together, surrounded by our children and grandchildren. I want it all as long as you are the one who gives it to me.”

Ozan sat up, his cock shifting inside her with the movement and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body against his. “I will give you anything you ask of me. I love you.”

“I love you,” Esra pressed her lips against his. “So much.”

Ozan reveled in the kiss, digging his feet into the floor and used it as leverage to push up inside her as deep as he could go.

Esra ripped her mouth from his with a choking sound.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rode him slowly, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Ozan didn’t look away from her once, enjoying every little gasp and moan as she squeezed around his moving cock.

It felt like heaven to make love to her again after so long, and he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Esra wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but as she fell over the edge, she gripped tightly to Ozan. Her orgasm was the most intense one she could remember.

Ozan grunted, feeling her cum around his cock, her cries of pleasure triggering his own release, his cock pulse and he grabbed her hips, pushing her further down his length as he buried his cock as deep as he could and came inside her.

Esra leaned forward and lay her head on his chest as his hands smooth up and down her back.

“This feels like home.” She murmured.

Ozan buried his hand in her hair and kissed her. Passionately.

This was home and together they would fill it with a family they both deserved.

A/N: I hope you like this one-shot. Thanks for reading.

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