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earthtoharlow · 3 days
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Ariel taking care of a sick jack for the first time 
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Ariel unlocked the front door to Jack’s place and Jayla ran in the house and straight to her room. “Make sure you start your homework!”
“Okay!” Jayla tells down from the top of the steps. Ariel had offered to bring Jayla home from school today because Jack wasn’t sure if he was going to make it in time.
Ariel walked up the stairs and peeked her head inside Jack’s room and immediately noticed his pale complexion and pile of tissues scattered around his bedside table.
“Hey, are you okay?” Ariel asked, gently placing a hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever.
“Yeah I’m fine.” Jack said and not even seconds later let out a big sneeze.
Ariel shook her head at him and left the room to go get him a warm blanket. “You must’ve caught some nasty bug.” She said before leaving the room again to go get him some tea.
“Here, drink this. It’ll help soothe your throat.” Jack gratefully accepted the tea, loving that she was taking care of him. “Thank you.”
Ariel began taking off her shoes and slid into bed next to him, slowly pushing his hair out his face. Before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“I don’t want you getting you sick,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with fatigue.
“I’ll be fine. You just worry about yourself.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you. Thank you for taking care of me.”
Ariel’s face softened, and she scooted closer to him. “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”
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gahellhimself-blog · 2 months
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"Teach me" p.17 to p.21
The smut war goes well @goodomensafterdark
Previously - next
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freedomfireflies · 2 months
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Tell Me*
Summary: An extra for Teach Me*
The one where your best friend Harry suggests a fun, friendly little game of horny Simon Says.
Word Count: 1.8k
Content Warning: 18+, smut, choking, Daddy kink
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The look on his face is absolutely feral.
Your heart is in your throat. Pounding between your legs. Racing beneath your chest. 
And he’s looking at you like he’s ready to take you over his knee and show you exactly how much he’s missed you.
He takes a step forward, expression firm and never wavering. He studies you. Studies your trembling thighs, your quivering lips. He studies and he plots and he grins because he knows you’ll do anything he fucking asks.
He reaches the bed and his chin raises. “Are you gonna be good for me, Bee?”
You nod quickly. Of course. Always.
“Good.” He smiles and it makes your insides wrench. “And you still wanna play our little game?”
You nod again. “Yes, please.”
“Good girl. Then are you ready?”
“Yes.”
He smirks. “Harry says…lift your pretty skirt up.”
Quickly, you oblige, pulling the black fabric along your thighs and toward your hips. An easy task and you're eager to make him proud.
You can tell he's tempted to look. But he doesn’t. He keeps his attention on you. Only. Always. “Harry says pull your little panties to the side.”
Again, you obey. Hooking a finger around the already damp fabric and peeling it away from your cunt until the cold air finds you.
You shiver. He grins.
“Harry says spread your legs.”
You do. Easy.
He nods and his arms cross and he’s oddly calm. Focused. He takes another step closer and you could almost grab him. “Harry says show me how wet you are.”
You lean back and now he looks. He’s intrigued. Pleased. Proud. 
And the devious grin that splits his face is enough to ruin you.
“Good girl,” he murmurs and then he’s crouching down between your knees. Lining his eyes up with your cunt in the most intimate of ways. “Touch your clit for me.”
Your fingers twitch and you almost do, but you don’t. You follow the rules. You know better.
He chuckles and places his hands on your thighs, keeping you open. “Smart girl, too, hm?” He dips down and presses a kiss to your knee that has you sighing. “Harry says touch your clit for me.”
You do, instantly, and it’s everything. Even the slightest brush of contact has you reeling and you whimper as your thumb sweeps across the sensitive nerves.
He watches you for only a moment—the way you circle and pinch, the way you gasp—before he’s jutting his chin up. “Harry says stop.”
You whine. Breathless. Needy. “Harry—”
“Stop,” he repeats firmly, eyes flicking to yours. You mewl dejectedly and pull your hand away. “There you go. See, you can behave when you want to, hm?”
You nod weakly.
“Good.” He’s smiling again—coy, evil—and kissing your inner thigh. “Harry says suck your fingers.”
You bring your slightly soaked digits toward your lips and you’ve never felt so enamored. Because he is sex and he’s nipping at your skin in a way that reminds you of how good his mouth is. And you love his mouth. And the way he tugs on your body as though tempting you with the idea of tasting you but never actually giving in. 
You suck and you moan and you make a show of it.
He hums. “Harry says give me your hand.”
You relinquish your trembling hand to him and he licks a long, slow stripe up your palm. All the way to your fingers while your eyes nearly roll back.
He hums again. “Always taste so good for me, Bee. You know that?”
You watch his lips. You don’t speak. And this is an evil game, a cruel game, and even if you win, you lose. But you don’t mind because he is your prize and that's all you've ever really wanted.
He drops your hand and returns his hold to your thighs. He smiles at you. “Harry says spread your pussy for me.”
With a strained inhale, you slip your fingers down and pull yourself open. His soft, warm breath fans across your dripping cunt and you whimper quietly. Desperate to weave your fingers through his curls and bring him closer.
And he knows you, knows what you really want, so he taunts you. Kisses up your thigh, over your hip, along the band of your underwear. Everywhere but where you need him most. 
He watches you soak the bed below and he’s so incredibly smug. “Harry says tell me what you want.”
“You,” you breathe instantly. “You, Daddy, please.”
The use of the nickname surprises him. You haven’t slipped into your subspace yet but you quite enjoy the way his expression grows dark at the use of the moniker. And, truth be told, you also happen to love the way it tastes to say. 
His eyebrow lifts and his hands curl tighter around your legs. “What do you want Daddy to do, Bee?”
You swallow. Thick. “Want you to fuck me. Please.”
His lips part. He’s mesmerized and wildly intrigued. And even if he knows you’re trying to cheat by using the more dominant nickname, he doesn’t seem to care. 
He stands up. “Daddy says lay down.”
Suppressing a grin, you slowly crawl back toward the pillows and settle onto the mattress. And he looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful, so enticing. You imagine if this were a cartoon, he’d be drooling, and you don’t miss the twitch in his fingers as he attempts to resist chasing after you.
Instead, he’s deliberate. Practiced. Following you onto the duvet and hovering above you before nodding again.
“Daddy says take me out.”
You reach for his belt. Pulling it through each loop before tossing it toward the floor and continuing to his zipper. Once you have enough room, you slip into his briefs and find him. Hard, heavy, and leaking in your palm. You almost drool, too.
You take him out and your lashes flutter as you glance up at him. Looking for his approval which he gives you almost far too easily.
“Good girl,” he whispers. His voice is labored. Thick with lust. “Daddy says put me in.”
You bring him closer and run him up and down your pussy a time or two while you both shudder. And then, just when you think you can’t take it anymore, he slips in. And everything changes.
He curses and you gasp and the game is over. It doesn’t matter who won because this is why you play. For this feeling, this moment. This familiar and addictive stretch as he pushes in and sends you over the edge.
He puts a hand on your throat and his mouth finds yours. He kisses you—hard, hungry. Sloppy and rushed but full of love. He adores having power over you, but he loves you more. Getting to take you anyway he wants you.
He squeezes your delicate neck and your vision blurs around the edges in the most delicious of ways. He knows what you like and he knows that you’d gladly put your life in his hand any goddamn day of the week. So, he holds you, and he chokes you, and he waits until your gasps are shallow before loosening his grip ever-so-slightly.
“Shit,” he exhales before he’s pulling back and thrusting in. “God, you’re so tight today, lovie.”
You arch off the bed and reach for his back. Nails scraping down his spine while his dark shirt wrinkles beneath your hands. “Daddy, please—”
“I know.” He bites your neck. Pulls the skin between his teeth and laps at it with his tongue. “Fuck. I know, baby. Feels so good, doesn’t it? Poor little cockslut was just so empty while I was gone, hm?”
You nod fervently. You hate when he leaves, hate when his job takes him on trips away from you. And fucking yourself isn’t nearly as good as when he does it.
And he knows it.
“Say it,” he hisses. “Fucking tell me how good I feel.”
You reach for his ass and grip. “So good, Daddy. Needed you so bad.”
He nips at your earlobe and then returns to your mouth. The sound of his cock fucking into your pussy is loud, almost as loud as the sound of him sucking your tongue. And it almost ends you, right there.
He smells like vanilla and sex. A musky, familiar scent that seems to seep into your bloodstream and go straight to your clit.
You don’t imagine either one of you will last much longer, not after being away all this time. But you try, you do. You meet his thrusts as best you can and you kiss your name into his neck until he groans.
“So many things I wanna do to you,” he whispers and he’s gentler now. “God, Bee. You have no idea what I wanna do to you. All the things I imagined as I fucked my fist just thinking of you.”
“Tell me,” you whimper. “Tell me, please, Daddy—”
He curses again. “Want you to sit on my face until I can’t fucking breathe. Wanna taste you—gotta taste you, baby. Missed it so fucking much.” He reaches for your clit and you moan. “Wanna eat my cum out of your pretty pussy and I wanna make your thighs fucking shake.”
God. You tug on his curls and you’re so close. So fucking close.
“Then I wanna watch you bounce on my cock,” he says. His thrusts are harder now. Faster. Sharper. “Wanna bend you over and watch this pretty little ass shake for me.”
Your leg hooks around his hip and you whine his name.
“Wanna have you in the shower, in the kitchen, in the living room, in the car, against the window so they can all watch. Fucking everywhere.”
A strangled sound leaves your throat and you know he means it.
“Want you to fucking own me, Bee.” He slips his hand around the back of your neck and pulls on your roots. “Cause you do. You know that? You fucking own me. I’m yours. Always—”
“Harry,” you gasp.
“Show me you know that,” he hisses. He’s almost there. “Show me you fucking know that I belong to you—”
You come and when you do, everything changes. Lights are brighter, sounds are louder, life is sweeter. You see stars and you see him and you don’t need to see anything else ever again. 
He follows right after, unable to resist the way your pussy clenches around him as you come. He’s warm and it feels like heaven. You hold tight to his shoulders and you ride each other through. It’s not until you writhe away from the ministrations on your clit that he slows to a stop and drops his face to your neck.
“Fuck,” he exhales. You have to agree. “M’sorry. I tried to make it last longer, I swear—”
“No,” you whisper. You take his cheeks between your hands and lift his face to yours. “No, it’s okay. It was perfect, I promise.”
He sighs. “I know, but after all that time, I just…I wanted to do better—”
You shush him and nuzzle your nose against his. “Harry, it was perfect. Trust me. That’s exactly what I wanted.”
“Yeah?” 
You grin. “Yeah.” You kiss him. “That was quite a fun game.”
He laughs now and the sound is like magic. “You think so?”
“I do. Love it when you tell me what to do.”
He smiles again but you notice the devious expression returning. “Is that right, lovie?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He hums and it’s wicked. “Then maybe we should play another round, hm?”
Your stomach flips. You nod.
He smirks.
“Then Daddy says…on my fucking face.”
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kiarastromboli · 2 months
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Teach me 4 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)
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Part. 1 Part.2 Part.3
Mesterlist.
Warning: Bit of angst, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)
Summary: Two years have passed since Chris and Y/N's breakup. Many things have changed, but apparently not the feelings Y/N has for Chris. But how will her return to Boston for the summer holidays unfold when she knows she hasn't moved on?
Note : I'm sorry for making you wait so long for this fourth part. I just wanted to make sure I did it right. Despite everything, I'm still afraid this part won't please you as much, and I apologize if the result isn't what you expected. I did my best.
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"Julia, stop, that's enough," I said, bursting into laughter at the excited screams of my best friend on the other end of the line.
"Stop?? It's been almost 2 years since we last saw each other, y/n. How do you expect me to keep calm when I'm going to see you in less than 24 hours?" She said, overexcited, and I could hear her fidgeting in every direction.
Indeed, it had been a while since I left Boston. After my parents sent me to the other side of the country, I started researching universities nearby. At the end of high school, I wasted no time in enrolling and starting my studies.
I had successfully completed my first year at the university, and now it was summer vacation. My parents agreed to let me return to Boston to enjoy my break with them and my friends.
As for my relationship with my parents... Let's say things are different, but the distance imposed on us did me good. I had finally started to live for myself, and many things had changed in my life. As for them, they were content because my results were excellent, and they could see that I had gained autonomy and maturity since my departure.
Anyway, two years had passed, and my life had changed a lot, but I was so happy to finally be back in Boston.
"Yeah, I know," I said, chuckling. "I can't wait to see you and the others," I said, turning around to lie on my back in my bed.
"We'll have to organize a party for your return!" Julia screamed in my ears.
"No, Ju, please, that's enough," I said, moving the phone away from my ear a bit, which she had just shattered again.
"Huh huh, anyway, you don't have a choice. Mom's not here for 3 days, and it's perfect for the party we're going to have when you get back!" She said, emphasizing the word 'party.'
"Juliaaaa!" I said, sighing. "Who are you even planning to invite to this party? It's not like I had a hundred friends back in high school," I said, laughing.
"We don't care, y/n. Who would refuse a party in a big house during summer vacation? I'll invite our group of friends and then check with the old art group from high school." She started to say, "Oh, and why not the football team! And the lacrosse team and the school mascot! Oh my god, I wonder if he still has his costume; that would be hilarious!" She said, laughing.
The Lacrosse team, Chris.
From that moment on, my mind went on pause, and I didn't really pay attention to what Julia was saying.
It had been so long since I had heard about him. After my departure, I hadn't received any news from him. And it was my fault. Every time Julia tried to talk to me about him, I immediately shut down. I thought with time the pain would fade, but it was false. Four months after my departure, my heart still bled as much as the last time he passed by my window. I had done everything to stop thinking about him and turn the page, and I had done it so well that I almost forgot that by returning to Boston, I would also be returning to him.
"Y/n, are you listening?" Julia said, raising her voice, bringing me back to reality.
"Huh? What? Sorry, Julia, I'm exhausted. I think I need to rest for tomorrow; the journey will be long. Can I call you back later?" I said, stuttering a bit, still destabilized by my thoughts.
"Yeah, sure, don't worry. See you tomorrow. Love you, bye," she said warmly.
"Love you, bye," I said with a small smile before hanging up and placing my phone next to me.
Chris.
Is it normal that my heart still bleeds so much for a high school crush? Am I just too sensitive? Is it because he's the only man I've ever let into my heart until now?
Questions kept piling up in my mind, and no matter how much I shook my head, they wouldn't leave me.
Anxiety eventually took over the excitement. What will happen if we see each other again? Will we even meet? Does he still think about me too? Is his heart still bleeding as well? Did he drown in sorrow when our story ended?
More and more questions. I better close my eyes; tomorrow is a big day...
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My morning passed extremely quickly. I woke up a bit late, so I was in a hurry. I got ready quickly, gathered my things, and said goodbye to my roommate not to miss my flight.
My parents picked me up at the airport, and I didn't expect warm hugs, but it was still hurtful to barely get a 'how are you?' The whole ride to the house was filled with discussions about my results and how my life was going there.
It had been a while since I saw them, so I just decided to suck it up, smile, and play the perfect little girl I always portrayed in Boston.
"No, I'm just saying that just because your results are satisfactory doesn't mean you don't need extra courses, you know, those things look good on your record," my mother continued to ramble when we finally arrived home.
God, this journey felt longer than my high school years!
"Yeah, I know, Mom. I'll think about it; can we discuss it later? I'm tired," I said before leaving the car.
Once my suitcase was unpacked, I thought I would have a moment of respite to finally collapse into my bed and rest from this exhausting start to the day. But that was without counting on the stormy arrival of my best friend.
"Y/NNNNN!!!" she screamed, rushing towards me to hug me.
With fatigue and confusion, it took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed her standing in front of me, and suddenly, I felt overwhelmed by my emotions. Tears started to well up, blurring my vision.
"Oh my god, Ju'!" I said, stammering and nervously laughing.
"If you start crying, you know I'll cry too, so stop that right now," she warned me, furrowing her brows not to start crying herself.
"Sorry, sorry!" I said, chuckling and wiping my eyes. "I missed you so much!!" I said, shaking my hands before hugging her again.
I spent the rest of my day with her, talking about everything that had changed in my life since my departure, and for the first time in a long time, I felt genuinely good.
I felt like I was recharging, regaining all the positive energy I had been missing.
"Anyway, you know me; I wasn't going to let a jerk like him talk to me like that. So, I preferred to end our relationship, and it's for the best!" Julia told me.
She had just told me about her latest relationship with one of the lacrosse team players from our high school, and as usual, I couldn't help but think of him.
"Are you sure everything's okay, y/n? Since I started talking about Tom, I feel like you're not really here anymore?" she asked, concerned.
"No! Well, yes, it's okay; don't worry. It's just that—" I began to say before cutting myself off with a sigh. "It's nothing; it's just my return here made me rethink everything that happened before I left," I confessed.
"You mean what happened with Chris?" she said, giving me a sympathetic look. "Sorry, I know we're not supposed to talk about him. Excuse me, I forgot—" she added before I interrupted her.
"No, Julia, it's fine; it's okay. I'm better; I assure you it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied, smiling and grabbing her hand. "I'm better, I promise it doesn't bother me anymore," I lied.
"You know I love you," she said, smiling and squeezing my hand.
"Yeah, I know, I love you too," I replied, chuckling.
After this little discussion, Julia stayed overnight at my place. I eventually gave in and agreed to have the party at her house.
Deep down, I had a bit of hope to come across Chris. I know I shouldn't, but it's stronger than me...
I mean, I would like to know what he's become. Has he continued with lacrosse? Did he go to university? Or has he found a job he's passionate about? Does he still smoke? Has he rebuilt his life with other girls after me?
In a way, I wanted to know to reassure myself that he was doing better and that what I did didn't hurt him too much.
But on the other hand, selfishly, I hoped he had waited for me, that he hadn't seen other girls, and that he was still hoping, just like me, that one day we would meet again.
And God, I know how contradictory it is of me to hope for that when that night I made it clear to him that there would be no chance of things working out. But no matter how much I fought against what I wanted, I knew that my heart was still in his hands, and his alone.
I hate myself for being so stupid and not being able to move on, even though it was just a relationship between two completely lost teenagers for a few weeks.
But I had never experienced anything so genuine. Every conversation, every look, every caress, and every kiss haunt me...
They're still there in a corner of my mind, even though I try to push them away and tell myself it's for the best. My soul screams at me to find his. Maybe that was my punishment—for making him believe that our story could last, for making him believe that the girl he truly loved existed when it wasn't the case.
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"Are you sure it doesn't bother you that the lacrosse team is here tonight?" Julia asked me for the hundredth time today.
After our little pajama party at my place last night, we went to her place in the afternoon to prepare for the party tonight.
We were finishing getting ready, and people were supposed to arrive any minute.
"Ju', as I've repeated to you throughout the day, it's fine, it doesn't bother me. And besides, if you don't invite the lacrosse team, what excuse will you find to invite your little Tom and make him regret it?" I said mockingly to tease her.
"Ahaha, very funny. You know very well that I would have found a way, one way or another, to make him regret it!" she added, giving me a playful punch on the shoulder, making me chuckle.
"No, more seriously, y/n, if you're not ready to see Chris tonight, I don't mind kicking the lacrosse team out of the party," she added, becoming serious again.
I sighed before responding, "You know, anyway, I can't ignore him for the rest of my life."
"Julia, I know you're worried about me, but it's behind me, I promise it'll be fine," I reassured her with a reassuring smile.
She began to open her mouth to reply, but she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell at the entrance.
"Well, it looks like the party is about to start!" she said all hysterical, and I followed her downstairs to welcome the first people.
In the span of thirty minutes, the house filled with teenagers ready to have a blast.
There were mostly people from our old high school; we barely knew half of them, but as Julia had told me, no one refuses a party in a big house like hers during the summer vacation.
It quickly turned into chaos; people were absolutely everywhere, and bottles of alcohol were aplenty, but still no sign of Chris on the horizon.
The party was in full swing; it was almost midnight, and in my despair of not seeing Chris show up, I ended up giving in and joining the game like everyone else, downing drinks one after another, which was not really in my usual habits.
Maybe it was better this way; the more alcoholic beverages passed through my throat, the less Chris haunted my mind. After all, maybe that was my solution.
"Oh, shit, sorry!" I said, bumping into a guy with my head down, making him drop his phone.
I bent down to pick it up before him, and when I raised my head, I came face to face with a face I knew all too well.
"Y/n?" the tall brunet said, looking surprised.
It took me a few seconds to realize it was indeed Matt in front of me.
Chris's brother...
"Oh my god, Matt," I said, surprised. "You're the last person I expected to see tonight!" I said, chuckling.
"And I thought you were on the other side of the country!" he said, also chuckling before opening his arms to hug me.
"What are you doing here?" he asked once our embrace was over.
If I had been a little more sober, this situation would probably have worried me, but at the moment, I was just happy to see him. Matt and I had spent very little time together, but just enough for meeting him at this party to make me super happy.
"I came back for the holidays," I replied, smiling.
"Oh, that's great," he said, smiling too. "You could have at least let us know!" he added, laughing.
"Hey, relax, I just arrived yesterday," I said, rolling my eyes.
Our conversation quickly ended, giving way to an awkward silence. So, without really thinking, I asked him the first question that came to my mind, "Did you come alone ?"
"Oh, um..." he began to say before taking a pause, as if he didn't really know if he should continue or not. "No, I came with my brothers," he said, clearing his throat and running his hand over his neck.
Chris is here.
Suddenly, everything clicked in my head; it was obvious how stupid my question was.
My head started spinning; alcohol seemed to take hold of me even more. It was as if realizing he was there for real had suddenly spiked my blood alcohol level.
"Are you okay, y/n?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, looking worried as he saw me pale.
"Um, yeah - yeah, don't worry, I'm just - I've had a bit to drink, you know, it's not really my thing!" I said with a nervous laugh, trying to hide my distress at the moment.
"Do you want me to get you a glass of water? Or something else? I'm sorry if it's me who put you in this state by talking about—" he started to say before I cut him off.
"No! - Matt, it's fine, everything's okay, it's not your fault. I'm just, I just need some fresh air, that's all," I added.
"Um, okay, do you want me to come with you?" he asked, and I could feel how uncomfortable he felt for me at that moment, and that was really the last thing I wanted.
"That's really nice, Matt, but it's okay, thank you. I'll be fine," I told him with a smile before walking towards the exit.
As I moved through the crowd, I prayed not to run into Chris. I didn't want to see him. I thought I was ready and that it was what I needed, but the state I am in right now proves otherwise.
Fuck this shit, I'm going to need more alcohol for sure to handle this.
In my rush towards the exit, I grabbed the first bottle of alcohol I saw lying around, whiskey - it couldn't get any harder.
Damn, will I ever manage to move on? Am I destined to feel like this for the rest of my days?
Finally reaching the front door, I felt my eyes fill with tears, making my vision completely blurry.
Once outside on the porch, I placed the bottle on the small coffee table there, sat on the outdoor couch, and allowed a few tears to flow.
I could hear the muffled sound of music inside, and paradoxically, the cicadas and the silence of the night outside.
A few minutes ago, I was fine, happy, enjoying the party with my friends, and it took me going back to thinking about him to ruin everything.
Physically, I wasn't doing that bad; I didn't feel the need to vomit or anything. I just had a bit of a spinning head and trouble standing up.
Mentally, though, it was a different story.
My sobbing was interrupted by a noise coming from a little further in the garden.
I raised my head with a start to scan the surroundings, wiping away my tears. I especially didn't want anyone to see the only girl crying at this party. I was already not considered a cool girl at school, but this would have been the icing on the cake.
There shouldn't be anyone outside; Julia had made it clear that she didn't want anyone in her mom's garden.
I spotted a silhouette in the dark, and eventually, I caught the smell of a joint. So, I sighed before getting up to get closer.
"Get out of here, idiot! Julia doesn't want anyone in her garden. It's not that complicated to follow such a simple rule," I shouted at the stranger, rolling my eyes.
He approached me until he reached the point where the porch light could illuminate him.
I took a step back, completely thrown off when I recognized his face.
"Sorry, I just got here. I didn't know we weren't allowed to hang out in the garden," he replied softly, keeping a reasonable distance from me.
"Chris?" that's all that could come out of my mouth at that moment; I was completely bewildered. What was I supposed to do at that moment?
My tears started to flow again, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.
Chris stood there, not saying anything. He was as lost as I was at that moment, but I could see that seeing me cry was far from a pleasant thing for him.
He seemed hesitant, shook his head, and muttered to himself, rolling his eyes, "Fuck this."
The next moment, he took me into his arms, letting my head rest against his chest. It was as if he understood without me needing to express myself.
I broke down, letting my tears flow; that's what I needed—his arms around me. He held me tight, and I simply didn't want this moment to end. With my right hand, I clung to his t-shirt as if my life depended on it.
"Y/n, shhhh," he whispered, caressing my hair when my breathing became irregular due to my sobs.
I couldn't breathe; I felt suffocated. The more tears that fell, the worse it got, but, on the other hand, it felt good. All these emotions I had buried, all these tears I had prevented from flowing, were finally coming out.
"Y/n, calm down," he said, grabbing my cheeks with his hands and bringing his face to mine to look me in the eyes.
"Hey, look at me, look at me, breathe, everything's fine," he reassured me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.
"I-I'm so—" I tried to speak, but I couldn't stop crying.
"I'm so sorry, Chris," I said with a broken and fragile voice, shaking my head.
"Y/n, it's okay, stop," he said, pinching his lips, and I could see tears welling up in his eyes, despite his efforts to suppress them.
"What I did—" I started, trying to calm down, "what I did to you—I had no right to do that. I'm sorry, Chris," I said, letting my head fall once again against his chest and starting to cry even harder.
"Y/n," he said, seizing my face again to look at me, "Y/n, I’m not mad at you. Look at me, I'm fine, everything's fine; it's behind us."
"It's not behind me, Chris," I told him, shaking my head and stepping back.
"It's not behind me at all. It continues to eat me up inside every day! I tried for two years!" I told him with a forced laugh, wiping my tears. "Two years, Chris, two years trying everything to get you out of my head and to stop hoping that things would go back to normal!" I added.
"Y/n—" he said, passing his hand over his face before I cut him off.
"How can you not resent me after what I did to you!?" I said, completely lost.
"Because that's life, y/n!" he said, raising his voice and advancing towards me.
"Because people come in and out of your life, tearing your heart out against their will!" he added, and I just closed my mouth; I didn't expect him to express himself like this.
"Y/n, I could have chosen to hate you, yes, it's true! I could have chosen to keep acting like an idiot and keep destroying myself slowly, as I did in the first months after you left!" he continued to say, carried away by his emotions.
"But what would it have served? What would it have served to keep making the same mistakes all my life?" he asked, and I simply nodded, dumbfounded.
"Y/n, I tried to hate you to make the pill go down more easily, believe me. But how could I hate a girl like you?" he asked, tears in his eyes.
"How could I hate the only woman who managed to open my heart and show me that there's always hope?" he continued, this time advancing towards me, and my heart started racing in my chest.
"I got my act together because you deserved someone better. You deserved to know that I was doing well, and I knew! Believe me, I knew how much you blamed yourself," he said, wiping my tears.
"That night when you told me straight in the eyes that you no longer loved me and that you no longer believed in us, I knew you were lying to protect me," he said, and I felt tears flowing again.
"You lied to me to protect me without even thinking about yourself. You put me before you, where no one had done it before," he continued, tapping his chest.
"Chris—" I said with a weak voice.
"No, I don't blame you, y/n. I don't blame you because I know you simply didn't have the choice to do that," he said, wiping my tears.
"And these last two years, I lived in doubt because I wasn't sure 100%, but when I saw your gaze on this porch, all my doubts flew away, and now I know," he said, plunging his eyes into mine.
I looked into his eyes; I had managed to regain normal breathing, and everything he had just told me had calmed my heart.
The open wound in my chest, bleeding and letting all my distress pour out, was closing.
I didn't know what to add; I didn't know what to say to him. It felt like a million things were happening in my mind, but what could it possibly mean?
And then my thoughts escaped my mind, fixating on his blue eyes, his pure eyes, his sincere gaze fixed on me.
I had forgotten how beautiful this man was.
I became aware of his warm hands on my cheeks; my heartbeat quickened, and I thought I saw a glint of desire growing in his eyes.
The silence became heavy, yet neither of us wanted to say anything.
Our faces slowly approached, and my eyes juggled between his and his lips.
What was happening? Was it supposed to be good? Or bad?
I wanted to throw myself at him, yes, but was it correct? Was it the alcohol? Did I misinterpret what was happening?
"Chris—" I said in a soft, almost inaudible voice before he closed the gap between our lips.
Shivers ran through my entire body; it was soft and so good.
His soft lips moved perfectly against mine.
One of his hands resting on my cheek slid down to the small of my back.
Meanwhile, my two hands found their place on his chest, and our kiss deepened.
This kiss, originally meant to say ‘welcome home’, quickly became more profound.
Our tongues collided; things escalated. The hand that rested on my waist descended to grip my hip, while one of my hands left his chest to settle on the side of his neck.
I felt something reignite in me, something I hadn't felt in a very long time: desire.
I became aware of what was happening, and I snapped out of this trance by stepping back and opening my eyes.
I caught my breath before telling him, "Chris."
"I'm sorry," he said, catching his breath too.
"We can't do this; we can't revisit this. I'm back in Boston only for the holidays," I said, shaking my head, trying to think of something else.
"Sorry, I don't know what came over me; I shouldn't have." he said, running his hand through his hair.
"It's okay," I said, stepping towards him and placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I just found you again when I didn't think I'd have this chance; I want to do things right," I confessed.
"So, does that mean we're friends now?" he asked, and his question tore at my heart because, of course, I didn't want to be just friends. But things were too complicated for us to allow anything more.
"Yes, it means we're friends," I said, smiling slightly, and he returned a smile.
"I missed you," he said, hugging me.
"Missed you too," I replied, "feels like it's been ages since we last caught up," I added, chuckling.
"You must have hundreds of things to tell me then," he said, separating and smiling.
"I don't want to spoil your evening with my stories; it can wait," I told him, running my hand through my nape.
"Y/n, I went out to smoke a joint alone because this party is really lame," he said, rolling his eyes, "so believe me, I'd rather sit here with you and listen to everything you have to tell me."
"Hey, it's my comeback night, you're not allowed to say it's lame!" I told him, offended, giving him a shoulder punch.
"Okay, okay, sorry!" he said, laughing, before sitting on the couch, and I followed suit.
He took a joint out of his pocket, and before lighting it, he turned to me. "Hmm, want some?"
"Oh no, thanks, I'll stick to this tonight," I said, grabbing the bottle I'd left on the small table.
"Whiskey?" he said, surprised, "who are you?" he joked.
"Shut up, idiot, I grabbed the first bottle I came across on my way here," I said, rolling my eyes.
The conversation flowed naturally between us; it was almost as if we had never been apart. Of course, in two years, both he and I had changed a lot, so it was a bit strange. However, that connection, that complicity we had, seemed intact.
I'm not sure how long we stayed on that porch, talking, but the bottle I had drunk was already half empty, and Chris must have been on his third joint since the beginning of our conversation.
"I can't believe you told him that!" Chris said, laughing.
"I warned you; I'm not the helpless little girl I used to be," I replied, chuckling and shrugging.
"Yeah, I saw that," he said, gradually stopping his laughter.
The silence returned, and I was lost in my thoughts, already quite tipsy and in a curious mood.
I had been hesitating for several minutes, debating whether to ask him a question. The more I drank, the more I wanted to ask, even though I knew it wasn't the best idea.
"Chris?" I finally said softly, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" he simply replied, turning his head towards me.
"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him timidly.
"You just did," he said with a smirk.
"No, seriously, stop it!" I said, laughing and giving him a shoulder punch.
He straightened up, turning completely towards me, resting his head on his hand with his arm leaning against the top of the couch. "Seriously, I'm listening," he said, still with that sly smile.
His eyes were red and squinted because of the weed, and I won't lie, it made him quite sexy... or maybe I had had a bit too much to drink; what was I even saying?
"Have you dated other girls since we broke up?" I asked, instantly regretting it.
"Y/n—" he began before I cut him off.
"Sorry, that was a dumb question. I don't know what got into me," I said, hiding my face with my hands.
He chuckled at my action. "It's okay; I don't mind answering if you answer too..." he said, shrugging.
I removed my face from my hands to look up at him.
"But are you sure you really want to hear my answer?" he added.
I just nodded.
"I've slept with other girls, yes," he began, and I cut him off without thinking.
"How many?" I asked, sitting up.
"I don't really know, two or three, but they were just casual things, especially at the beginning when I needed to distract myself," he explained, feeling the need to justify himself.
"Okay... and why?" I asked.
"Why what?" he asked, confused.
"Why casual? In two years, you had plenty of time to find another amazing girl to be with. You can't make me believe that as the first one to fall for you, no other girl wanted you," I said, rolling my eyes.
"I didn't want to..." he confessed to me. "I— " he started before sighing, "I'm not sure if it's a good idea to explain why," he said, looking away.
"No, tell me; I want to know now," I urged him.
"Y/n," he said, looking me in the eyes.
"Chris, please, it's okay; we're just talking," I said, eager to know more.
"None of those girls were comparable to you," he admitted, "and I know it sounds silly, but it's just the truth. I couldn't get interested in those girls, and it wasn't their fault; they were interesting, and in another context, it might have worked with them," he said honestly.
"But my mind kept comparing them to you; none of them talked like you," he started saying, "none of them laughed like you," he added.
"None of them kissed like you," he said, looking at my lips, and I felt my panties dampen at that. Fuck.
"Every time I slept with another girl, I couldn't help but think of you, your body, and your moans," he said, lost in his thoughts.
"I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips wrapped so perfectly around me," he said, and I had to slightly open my mouth to get more air.
He shook his head, snapping back to reality. "Anyway, until now, I haven't been able to settle down with another girl because the only one I have in my mind is you," he said shyly.
I stared at him, mouth agape. I was dying to have him; everything he just told me had me way too excited.
"And you?" he asked, bringing me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I said, clearing my throat.
"And you, have you dated other guys?" he said, chuckling.
"Oh!" I said, blushing. "No, none," I replied timidly.
"None?" he repeated, surprised, and I simply shook my head from side to side.
"And how many guys have you slept with then?" he asked.
I took a moment to answer, embarrassed by the situation.
"Y/n, it's okay; you can tell me. I just told you mine!" he said, rolling his eyes.
"I-" I said before sighing and biting my lip, and he furrowed his brows.
"None..." I said softly.
His eyes widened at my response.
"Are you serious?" he asked to make sure.
"Stop it; you know very well that I'm not the type to sleep around," I said, feeling awkward.
"No, I know that; it's just hard for me to conceive that you've managed two years without sex," he said with a smirk.
"Wait, what does that mean?" I said, furrowing my brows.
"Y/n, when we were together, you played the innocent a lot, but you can't deny that you were just as horny as I was, if it’s not more…" he said, laughing.
"Chris!" I said, bringing my hand to my mouth before chuckling as well.
"No, I'm not saying it's a bad thing; on the contrary, it was something I loved about you," he said honestly.
"I even found it rather sexy..." he added, shrugging.
I squeezed my thighs together at that moment, and Chris noticed because I saw his eyes leave mine and land on my thighs.
"We should change the subject," I said, taking a deep breath and running my hands over my thighs, a bit embarrassed.
"Sorry, I didn't know it would have that effect on you," he said, unable to help but smile.
"It's okay," I said, biting my lip.
We looked at each other for a moment, both feeling a bit awkward.
His eyes briefly shifted to my chest, and that was the last straw for me.
Without thinking twice, I straddled him, immediately connecting our lips. He didn't waste a second to put his hands on my hips, making me moan.
He took the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, and I started rocking my hips against him, making him groan in response.
His hands came to grip my hips to stop my movements, eliciting a frustrated groan from me.
"Y/n, this isn't right," he said, separating our lips.
"Chris, I don't care," I said, reconnecting our lips instantly. I was too hungry to stop there.
My hip movements resumed, and I could feel his erection through his jeans.
My hands were on his cheeks, and his hands firmly held my hips.
"You said we should do things right and that we were friends," he said, separating our lips again.
"Y/n, you've been drinking, and I don't want it to be something you regret tomorrow," he added.
"Some friends sleep together sometimes..." I said innocently, playing with his necklace.
He bit his lip and looked away. If there was one thing that could make this man weak, it was my way of acting innocently with him.
"Y/n," he said, closing his eyes and letting out a frustrated groan.
I knew I could make him crack; I just had to tease him enough.
I buried my head in his neck to kiss and leave a few love bites.
He tossed his head back to give me better access. "Fuck..." he whispered, and I slowly resumed my hip movements.
"Y/n, stop this," he said weakly, still with his fingers dug into my hips.
"Make me stop," I whispered in his ear before leaving a trail of kisses on his jawline.
"Y/n," he said in a firm voice this time, grabbing me by the neck to make me face him. "Don't play with my nerves like that."
"Chris, please," I said, gripping the wrist of the hand around my neck.
"I'm the one asking you. It's just a favor we're doing each other as friends," I said with a slight moan. "You help me fill the void I've felt for 2 years, and I give you the opportunity not to have to just imagine fucking me for once," I added.
"You said it yourself, no girl moans like me, no one kisses you like me, and their lips don't wrap around you as well as mine do," I continued to convince him.
"It's just a one-time thing. After that, I swear we'll be just friends for real, please, Chris, I need you," I pleaded.
I don't know if it was the alcohol or simply the lack of sex, but I never thought I'd be capable of saying such things to a guy in my life.
"Just a one-time thing?" he asked.
"Just a one-time thing," I replied, nodding.
"Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, y/n. What are you doing to me?" he said before kissing me again without removing his hand from my neck.
He slid his hand under my dress to grab my ass and massage it while helping me grind against him.
"Mmph, Chris," I moaned into our kiss.
"Shhhh," he said, slapping my ass.
I started pulling at his T-shirt to signal that I wanted him to take it off.
"Not here, princess," he said, smiling against my lips before separating them. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obeyed.
He stood up as well, firmly grabbing my hand before guiding us inside.
We quickly made our way through the crowd, passing by Nick, who tried to stop us, but Chris simply ignored him, too busy at that moment trying not to bend me over one of the tables in the house to fuck me in front of everyone.
We climbed the stairs, and Chris opened the first door he saw, which happened to lead to Julia's room. If she finds out about this, she's going to kill me.
He slammed the door shut behind us, making sure to lock it.
Then, he pressed me against that door, tightening his grip around my neck just enough to restrict the blood flow, causing my head to spin.
He wasted no time in forcefully removing my dress, it was so abrupt that he could have torn it if he wanted.
"Chris, be careful, take it easy," I said, chuckling, before he silenced me with yet another kiss.
"Don't ask me to fucking take it easy when you've spent the last 10 minutes teasing me on that damn couch, y/n," he said, removing his T-shirt.
He took off my bra, adding, "I fucking missed you."
The next moment, he slid his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted me, making me moan in surprise. It seemed like the hold he had on me back then hadn't changed.
He reconnected our lips, heading towards the bed where he tossed me, making me moan again from the sudden force.
"Chris," I sighed in a heated breath as I sat up, facing him at waist height.
But before I could reach for his belt to undress him, he violently pushed me back. "You'll move when I tell you to move. Have you forgotten your manners?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
His gaze was dark and intense; he could have threatened to kill me, and I would have moaned because of how much he affected me.
"Touch yourself," he ordered.
"What?" I said, feeling my face turn all red.
"Don't make me repeat myself; you heard me," he said authoritatively.
I swallowed hard before starting to take off my panties.
"I didn't tell you to remove your panties," he said, interrupting me.
"But—" I began to say before he cut me off.
"Is it so hard to be a good girl, Y/n? In two years, have you forgotten everything?" he said, shaking his head.
His words made me even wetter; I dreamed of one thing only: feeling him inside me.
"No, sorry," I said before starting to make circular motions on my clit through my panties.
He licked his lips, slowly removing his belt without taking his eyes off me.
"Stand up," he ordered.
Without hesitation, I stood up, still looking at him innocently in the eyes.
"You are so fucking beautiful, Y/n," he said, holding me by the chin.
His compliment made me immediately smile and blush.
"Your wrists," he asked, letting go of my chin, and I handed him my wrists.
With his belt, he tied my wrists together before kissing me.
He leaned towards me without breaking our lips to signal me to lie down on the mattress, which I did.
He separated our lips for a brief moment to press my arms above my head. "Don't move," he whispered before sliding his lips into my neck.
"My poor baby, I can't believe you've abstained for 2 years," he said before descending his kisses towards my chest.
"Now that I'm here, I'll take care of that for you, my princess," he said, circling one of my nipples with his lips to kiss it.
"Chris, please," I moaned, wriggling a bit.
"Shhhh, be patient, believe me, I won't stop there," he said before starting to descend his kisses towards my lower abdomen.
The closer he got to my thighs, the more I felt like I was losing my mind. It had been so long since I had felt that burning desire between my legs.
"Fuck, Chris, stop, please, I need you," I pathetically begged when he started to kiss my pussy through my panties.
He just chuckled at my pleas before removing my panties and diving his head between my legs.
He surrounded my clit with his lips, and I couldn't hold back the moans that escaped my mouth at that moment.
Lost in my own pleasure and especially completely carried away by the sensation of his tongue against me, I brought my two hands, still tied, to his hair to hold on.
He lifted his lips from me, making me raise my head towards him. "No, don't stop, Chris!" I said desperately.
"I told you not to move, Y/n," he reminded me, placing my hands back above my head.
"I'm sorry, I had—" I was interrupted in the middle of my sentence by his hands abruptly grabbing my waist to turn me over.
"What are you doing?" I said in a surprised moan when he grabbed my hips to put my ass in the air.
"This way, you'll have a much harder time moving," he said, and I could hear the smugness in his tone.
He kissed the base of my lower back, making me shiver, ensuring that my head remained pressed against the mattress below me.
He then placed a few kisses on my ass before resuming his work between my legs.
One of his hands kneaded my ass while he teased my entrance with the fingers of his other hand.
"Oh my—Chris," I said when he accelerated his tongue movements.
The sensation in my lower abdomen that I hadn't felt in so long was building up again; I was extremely close.
"C-Chris, I'm gonna cum," I moaned, burying my head in the pillow to try to muffle the sound of my moans.
"Give it to me, baby," he said, inserting two of his fingers into me and reconnecting his tongue to my clit.
"Fuck, Chris!" I exclaimed, feeling my legs tremble, and within seconds, my orgasm overwhelmed me.
Chris didn't detach his lips from me; he continued, and his fingers didn't slow down either. "Chris, I- I can't," I told him, breathless.
He detached himself from me at the sound of my words and turned me over again onto the mattress to kiss me.
I put my hands, still tied behind his neck, to bring him impossibly closer to me, which seemed to amuse him, judging by the way he smiled against my lips.
"You taste so fucking good, baby," he complimented me between our kisses, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I was still very sensitive, but I wanted more, I needed more.
So, I tightened my legs around his waist so that his erection pressed against my pussy.
"Are you that impatient?" he chuckled before reaching between our bodies to unbutton his pants, and I just nodded.
He straightened up to completely remove his pants and boxers before returning to position himself between my legs.
"If it hadn't been so long, I would've edged you for hours," he said, rubbing his tip against my thighs without entering.
"Chris, please, stop talking—" Before I could finish my sentence, he entered me without warning, making me moan in harmony with him.
"Oh my god, y/n, fuck, you're so—" I didn't let him finish his sentence, immediately capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
He started moving inside me slowly, taking care to go all the way in with each thrust.
Our lips were still connected, our tongues perfectly synchronized—everything was perfect with him.
His pelvic movements accelerated, prompting me to throw my head back to moan once again.
"God, I'll never get tired of the sounds you make. Fuck, it's too good," Chris said, moaning as well, his head completely immersed in my neck, where he left fiery kisses.
"Chris—mmph," I started to speak but couldn't formulate my words correctly. Chris fucked me so well that I lost my words.
"What, baby? What do you want?" he said, seizing my chin to make me look into his eyes.
"I want to—fuck!" I said, moaning and closing my eyes. I felt him everywhere in me; it was too good.
"You can do it, sweetheart. Take your time," he said with a smirk, not slowing down.
"I want to touch you," I said, moaning again. "Please, Chris, I need to feel you," I begged.
He momentarily straightened up without pulling out to unfasten the belt around my wrists.
"Here you go, baby," he said in a soft voice before kissing me again.
This time, my hands went into his hair, neck, and back. I dug my nails into his back and biceps, completely controlled by my pleasure, and began to feel all these sensations invade me.
"Chris, oh my god, I'm so close!" I whined.
He sat up on his knees without pulling out. I moaned as he grabbed my legs and pulled them closer, penetrating even deeper.
"Mmmh, Chris," I moaned, raising my head to look at him.
"Shhhh," he said, placing my legs on either side of his head and encircling my knees with his arms to make sure I couldn't move.
He began thrusting into me at an unbearable speed, and the new angle allowed him to go really deep. His eyes were fixed on the lower part of my belly, where he could see himself entering and exiting. "Fuck," he exclaimed, keeping his mouth open.
"Chris! Chris, fu—god, don't stop!" I said, feeling my orgasm hit me hard when I started clenching around him. He spread my legs again to kiss me while still penetrating me, allowing me to ride out my orgasm.
He gradually stopped his pelvic movements while continuing to kiss me. Our kiss was tired and messy, but he didn't stop there.
We were both catching our breath. He separated our lips, pressing his forehead against mine. We stayed like that for a few seconds before he straightened up and withdrew from me, making me moan because I was still extremely sensitive.
I expected anything but what he did the next second. He grabbed me by the hips and turned me over again, pushing me on all fours.
"Chris, what—" Before I could finish my sentence, he started pounding into me without mercy, making me cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"Oh my fuck, Chris, I can't!" I told him, burying my head in the pillow once again.
"Yes, of course, you can. I know you have one more for me," he said without slowing down this time, bringing his fingers to my clit, making my eyes roll back in my head.
It felt so good, but I was still too sensitive; he didn't give me enough respite. I felt like my heart was going to give out from the intensity. I couldn't help but moan, even though I was unsure if I really wanted him to stop because I could already feel my third orgasm approaching.
"Do you really want me to stop?" he said in my ear, slowing down and pressing his chest against my back.
When he slowed down, I felt my orgasm slipping away, and I thought I was losing my mind. "No! Don’t stop, I can take it!" I said, shaking my head.
He wrapped his arm around my throat to hold me in place "that's my girl," he said and sank his teeth into my shoulder, mixing pleasure and pain in the best way possible. He sped up again, his fingers massaging my clit, and his shaft going as deep as possible, making me see stars.
I was close, and so was he; I could feel it in the way he moaned. "Y/n, oh my—"
"Chris, I'm so close," I cried, feeling my orgasm on the verge of exploding.
"Give it to me, baby. Fuck, cum for me, princess," he said, and that was all I needed to climax. This one was more intense than the others, stronger and more hypnotic.
After a few more thrusts, Chris also came, moaning my name in my ear. "Oh my god," he said, breathless, before pulling out and collapsing beside me.
I didn't move a muscle, too exhausted from everything that had just happened. "Are you okay, baby?" he asked, concerned, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just need to catch my breath," I replied, chuckling.
He laughed too before getting up to find something to clean me up. After a few minutes catching my breath in Chris's arms, we decided to get dressed and join our friends downstairs before someone noticed our absence.
And when I say someone, I obviously mean Julia, who will probably kill me when she finds out I slept with Chris in her bed.
Before leaving Julia's room, Chris kissed me one last time. "I missed you so fucking much," he said.
I chuckled before replying, "I missed you too, but we need to leave this room now." I said playfully, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder.
We finally left the room, and our paths separated when we arrived in the living room because Nick needed to talk to Chris privately.
I was about to join my best friend when I felt someone grab my arm.
I turned to see who it was and found myself face to face with a girl with brown hair and light eyes.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked me, full of rage.
I was completely confused because I didn't know this girl at all, and I didn't understand why she was addressing me this way.
"Hmm? Y/n, who are you?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
Her eyes widened when she heard my name, and she let out a fake laugh at my response.
"I'm Tess, Chris's girlfriend!" she said with a big smile before approaching me. "So I suggest you keep your distance from him if you don't want me to bash your little depraved slut face!" she said, pushing me before turning on her heel and walking away.
Chris's girlfriend?!!
What the fuck?
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Katsuki Bakugo | Pro Lover
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🖤 WC a little under 2k
🖤 AGED UP‼️
🖤 I'm thinking about an inexperienced Bakugo whose hung to the gods but never learned how to properly use that deadly cock and so you decide to teach him...
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Its like you're in grade school all over again. Him, picking apart everything you do just to have an excuse to talk to you. You'd call him a childish loudmouth to his face and one of the hottest partners you've ever had behind his back.
And what you couldn't know was that behind every insult was a need. A need for you, your and your smart mouth, your touch, your kisses, your everything. Every night, this mounting frustration would have Katsuki tugging at his engorged length to the thought you you on top of him.
He thought you were sexy as hell whenever you would manage to take him down. He loved it so much that he'd live in that memory of sparring with you. Plush thighs around neck, squeezing until he tapped. He closes his eyes, recalling your pretty face as he strokes away the tension until his tight abs were decorated with thick ropes of cum as he called out your name.
The more you carried on like this, the more frustrated you yourself became. Always wanting to punch him his dumb face when he mocked you and then wanting to kiss him when ever you'd catch him eyeing you from across the room.
Fast forward to the end of the ever so epic will they won't they bs and everything comes to a head. More than enough harsh words about why you both couldn't give less of a fuck about the other are exchanged before you slapped the shit out him. Your body trembles, the fire burning in your veins for him making you want to lash out in a different way. Whether he saw it in your eyes or he himself just needed a reason, —any reason at all to act on the feelings for you that he had stifled for so long, it didn’t matter. Either way, it was maddening and you were too irresistible to keep pushing away.
Not a moment after your hand makes contact with the hardened jaw, your foul mouth is met with his own. An agile move to restrain you, he claims your wrist, arresting them behind you and pulling your small frame to his immense one. His perfect lips meet yours and his tongue pushes its way inside. A second of thought is all you can manage before you're own is entangled with his and fighting for dominance.
You thought of every time he pinned you with his rough and calloused hands, his powerful grip keeping you from breaking free until you yielded to him. But this time, you weren't fighting to get free, instead your chest was heaving against his broad and impeccably swollen one. Your racing pulse mirrored by his as you both pour every ounce of frustration into the hot and heavy lip lock.
His tongue is immaculate, slipping against yours like he savors the taste of you. Your teeth clamping down on his lower lip exacts an unexpected whimper from his blissful lips into your mouth. His grip on your wrists release and smoldering hands begin to explore the unknown terrain that is your body. You're instantly weak in the knees for the way he possessively palms your ass like it had been his to claim all along. Impatient to feel more of him, you pry yourself away from the hungry kiss, licking the taste of his mouth from your lip as you reach for the hem of your shirt.
Katsuki can't hide his excitement when you strip from your top and eagerly assist him in peeling your body out of your tight shorts. When he comes out of his muscle tee, your teeth cut into your lip at the sight of him, every tight muscle, glistening with his sweat and dying to be licked. A delicate placed tongue to his neck has him making that same sweet sound, and then again when the slippery appendage rounds his ear.
He's burning red, never having made that sound before and what's worse is he liked it.
His hands find your face to pull you back into a kiss, afraid he would make more of those pathetic sounds. Too bad for him, you like the way the hot headed menace succumbed your touch. It was power you planned on yielding over him to the fullest.
Pushing him to the wall, You kiss him on his neck, blowing softly over the wet trail you left behind, your fingertips ghosting the inside of his arm. Your slow and methodic touch so torturous that he can't help but fall slack jawed calling out your name as if to question why your touch left him this powerless.
Needing to overcome what you were doing to him, he moved, forcing your body to the bench behind you so he could return the favor. As he lay you there, his lips placed heady, feverish kisses down the side of your neck and chest until a skillful tongue flitted around your nipple, forcing your body to arch in pleasure.
Impatient, you grab for his waistband, inviting him to skip the pleasantries of foreplay. You wanted him now. The shorts and boxers would come off and his endowment would make you clench instinctively as if your nana was reaching out for him. He towers over your body, that heart shaped spear throbbing and taunting you as he hovers over your entrance, spreading the slick between your labia. With gleaming eyes, that first little push has your toes curling and your hands flying to his abs, almost asking him to ease up a little.
His smug expressions turns to one of ecstasy as he plunges deeper, not giving you a chance to welcome him. Again he's almost crying, loving the way your walls strangle his dick as he starts to move.
He takes off, pumping you full of him, fucking up your tender cervix. Again, your hands fly to his stomach, forcing him back to give your poor little cunt some relief. He stops immediately, flushed so red as he asks if your ok. - to which you panted hunni, take your time, where the hell are you going so fucking fast?
Giving you a shy and confused look he tries to save face. Too big for ya' he laughs half heartedly worrying that he blew his chance. You smile, telling him it's ok while pressing a small kiss to his lips. Lucky for him, you're patient. Too many people let good dick go to waste, being to proud to teach. Your smirk was met with his infamous scowl. Not my fault you're so tight. To which you interrupted him. Says the fucker who couldn't stop whining a minute ago. Just shut up and and listen.  You can follow instructions right? Dangling a delicate ankle before him your tell him, take my leg. He glares at you but obliges. Kiss it. He does, dotting little pecs to your inner calf making it tickle. Like you mean it, Katsuki. He obeys, sucking softly, nipping here and there, before placing it over his shoulder. He grips harder, earning your soft moan of approval. Yea just like that.
An audible sigh leaves his lips as he feels the little fluctuations between your legs. There you go, now move, move—ahh, slow, just like that. Good boy. Your praise makes him weak in the knee and he squeezes your thighs, pumping slow, muttering how good you feel. I know you say slyly as he continues. Mmm-hmm, keep that pace, just like that you whisper to him spreading your legs to welcome his movement. It was such a pretty picture, him disappearing inside as the whites of his eyes glittered, looking down at you like he had found a little piece of heaven inside you.
His rythym sets in, much to your satisfaction, eyes softening on his crimson ones, the definition of every muscle leading down to his sex rippling with each pulse. How do I feel? You say encouraging him. At first he can't even answer, he only bites his lip, he grabs a handful of your waist needing to tether himself to some sense of control. Feels like, your pulling, ahhh, pulling me in. Mmmhh.
Ahh yea?? you say as your eyes start to roll. What else?
You're soaked, mmmm, sss so- so wet baby. So goddamn tight.
Yea, you say digging new grooves into the enameled wood beneath you. He fights to hold on as long as he can. Powerful callused hands squeeze your waist as he rocks a little faster, finally finding the motion he needs to get you wet enough to take the way he was about to murder that pussy.
A sweet smile parts your lips just as you were ready to taunt him, but he bucks, fucking you harder, your body bouncing with his thrust. The vice his powerful hands have you in make it hard for you to hold back your pleasures moans. This hold keeps you  steady so he can fuck you deeper. He's aiming to please now, willful thrusts meant to make you feel how much he'd held back from you, how much you drove him crazy just by existing.
Lustful eyes meet yours once again, a hint of desperation behind them earning a tight clench from you. Feeling the friction stroking at his ever hardening cock, he drills into you. It still hurts but you take it all, the gummy warming of your walls meeting his rigidity so perfectly that you welcome every blow. Now it was your turn to whimper for him as he kissed that sweet spot inside. Yyuhh- mmm- yer, gunna make me come. He would already know it, the tight grip of you was proving to be to much. God you're fuckin perfect he hisses through clenched teeth. Your arch, a spur of your wetness making the most illicit sounds as he continued his onslaught of blows until he had to force himself to pull back. Ohhh fuck, He grunts, shooting his hot and sticky essence on to your stomach.
When the world stands still again, your eyes lock onto his, Leaning over you, his scarlet eyes almost glowing with satiation, he kisses you. It's slow, it's warm, it's mesmerizing. He smirks hands clamping down on your thighs and giving you butterflies in your stomach. Maybe you can teach me something after all.
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prof au please!
Feel better buddy 💕 here's filth
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A softly expelled curse had Clarke's eyes glancing up, taking in those full, pouty lips that trembled as she teased herself. Eyes glassy, hooded, and dark, Lexa rolled her hips and held Clarke's gaze.
"Let me show you what I like."
She barely gave Clarke time to think beyond how she didn't know how much more of this she could take without needing to come again, before Lexa lifted her hips up and pressed her entrance against the tip. 
Clarke held her steady as Lexa pitched forward with a sigh, bracing a palm against her chest, effectively pinning her against the mattress. Her hair fell in a waterfall of curls along the jut of Lexa's shoulder as she adjusted and gripped the shaft more firmly in her fist. And slowly, inch by inch, Clarke watched as she lined herself up, and started easing the head of the toy inside.
It took everything in Clarke to lay still, to resist the urge that came over her to raise her hips in an upward thrust. Instead she waited patiently. Hands caressing along the curve of her hips and the muscles of Lexa's thighs as she lowered herself down, taking another inch inside, before rising up again. 
Each time she sunk down lower. Let the toy sink a little deeper. As though she was taking her time with it, losing herself in savoring the stretch.
The next drop of her hips had the shaft disappearing halfway inside, so full in how it spread her, pulling a whine from deep within Lexa's chest along with it. Brows pinched together in concentration as Lexa rocked her hips and pressed her weight harder into Clarke's chest.
Clarke reached up just to touch her. To make Lexa feel that she was close; that she was right there with her through it all. She cupped her hand along Lexa's neck and felt the curve of her head fall back against her palm, drowning in the intimacy of the hold, and the way Lexa's eyes stayed locked on hers as she lifted and sank back down all over again.
It was all Clarke could do not to dig her nails into the supple skin of Lexa's ass as she collapsed forward, only just catching herself on her arms so Clarke wouldn't be smothered by the full impact of her weight. She hung suspended over her instead, mouth slack and panting a few blessed centimeters from Clarke's lips, feeling the humid fan of her breath as she continued to rise and fall on the toy seated deep inside her. 
“Plant your feet on the bed,” Lexa said on the tail end of a groan as she dropped her hips with more force, fucking herself harder. “It'll give you— Mmm, it'll give you leverage to— fuck. To thrust up into me.”
And goddamn just hearing those words tumble from Lexa's lips sent a shiver down the length of Clarke's spine. But she nodded at the half-moaned instructions and did exactly what she said, spreading her legs wider and planting her feet on the bed.
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Teach Me- Part Two
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pairing: Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student Reader
word count: 5.5k
warnings: MDNI 18+!!! cussing, brief talk of fighting, college, inappropriate relationship, fluff, explicit sexual content, making out, mutual masturbation, fingering (f. receiving), penetrative sex, itty-bitty spit play, slight use of nicknames, unprotected sex (use protection pls), semi-public sex(?), office sex (let me know if i missed any!!!)
quick thank you to @malany-gvf as always for helping and giving feedback <3333 you’re the best
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Over the next few weeks you did your best to focus during Sam’s lectures, but sometimes he made it incredibly difficult. In which ‘sometimes’ was every class. It was little things like the way he’d dress or constantly making eye contact with you that made the itch for him worse. You’d find yourself staring at his lips when he spoke, watching the way they’d part when he smiled or spoke. They were so plump and soft looking who could blame you?
One of the biggest distractions were his hands. They were large and veiny, but no doubt nimble and soft. You’d find yourself zoned in on them when he taught because he often talked with his hands, failing them about. Constantly you would daydream about what it would feel like to have his hands on your body. Would they be soft like you imagined, yet strong? Or would they be rough and calloused with a light touch?
This was your current internal debate during class today. You hadn’t been listening to Sam teach for the last ten minutes or so, your entire focus being on his hands. And of course he took notice of this.
“Y/n,”
The mention of your name made your eyes snap from his hands to his face, his gaze boring into you, “Could you tell me how many kilograms of CO2 a tree can sequester in just one year?” Your cheeks burned as he put you in the spot, and you were sure you looked like a damn tomato.
“Um, no sir.” Your voice cracked slightly from nerves and unuse. He only offered a small ‘tsk’ in response before moving onto another student. They answered his question quickly and correctly to which he was satisfied, and continued on with the remainder of the lesson.
“Alright, as everyone should know from day one and the syllabus, there are a few large assignments in this class that make up a rather hefty portion of your grade. Today will be the start of the first assignment as I will be releasing all of the guidelines for it online, and going over some key points for the rest of class.”
Sam continued to explain what the assignment was, going into details about it and giving resources to make it easier. The task was fairly simple. You would be given a specific forest to study and research, from there you were to write a research paper on three key species that you felt held the greatest impact on the ecosystem around it. Easy enough.
“I will be assigning you each a forest on Thursday at the end of class. Your lab time this week will be dedicated to completing the assignment, so if you would like to stay for the lab on Thursday and work on it then, you may. If you would like to go home after class and work on it outside of the classroom, that is fine as well. I will be in the room during normal lab time in case anyone has any questions or would like to stay.”
With that, he concluded the lecture for the day and began to pack up his papers and folders just like he always did. You and your classmates mirrored Sam, shoving any items that were being used back into your backpacks and zipping them closed. As every day before, you didn’t linger. You slung your bag onto your shoulder and made your way up the stairs and out of the room. Since the first day when he asked you to stay behind you didn’t want to give Sam any reason to ask you to stay after class. And you certainly didn’t want to seem like you were waiting for him to ask. You weren’t that desperate.
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***SAM POV***
She left the room quickly, just as she had the past few weeks. Ever since he had asked her to stay back on the first day. Sam knew it was for the best, but he couldn’t help the frustration he felt at the situation as a whole. She was one of the most beautiful women he had seen, and he wanted her. Needed her. He snuck glances at her retreating form watching the way her hips swung, her ass shifting from side to side, until she was finally out of sight.
Gathering up the rest of his papers and belongings, he tried his best to calm himself and push her out of his mind. Sam made his way to the TA office where he could begin assigning each of his students a subject for the project he mentioned earlier. He passed by other grad students and teachers along his way, nodding and saying a quick hello to a few before entering the room.
The room was completely empty which was normal during this time of day. Most students were either teaching or taking classes of their own, and Sam liked it this way. There were less distractions, and he already had enough of those.
He made his way over to his work area in the shared space and dug out the list of students in his class along with the forests he had to choose from. There were a few less forests than students, so a couple of students would have to have the same subject. No big deal, just a little extra work to make sure groups that ran together got all different assignments.
He was deep into his work when another grad student entered the room, startling him when he spoke.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Sebastian set his things down at his station and walked over to see what Sam was up to.
“Ah Jesus dude, you scared the hell out of me.” Sam’s hand clutched his chest as he peered over his shoulder to greet his friend.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. What’re you working on?”
“Just the Forest Ecosystem assignment for Professor Buckley’s class that I’m teaching this semester.”
Sebastian pulled a chair up next to his friend, sitting backwards with his arms resting on the backrest and looked over Sam’s shoulder at the list of names on the sheet. Sam continued to write a number next to each student’s name that corresponded with a number assigned to a forest on his other sheet. As a small assignment from the first week, Sam had his students write down their favorite forest and one they didn’t know much about on a piece of paper with their name and turn it in. Little did they know that the purpose of that assignment was that later on, Sam could assign each student a forest that they did not already know well.
“Ah yeah, I forgot you’re teaching it this semester. How’s that going for you?”
‘Well it would be going great if your insanely hot sister wasn’t in it’ he thought.
“It’s going well I think. Most of my students are pretty good, and they show up everyday which is a relief for me. Makes a lot of things easier.”
“Good to hear, I hate having shitty students.” Sebastian agreed, nodding his head. “My sister is in your class I think, how’s she doing?”
“Oh, uh,” Sam gulped, but met his friend’s eyes, “Yeah she is. She’s doing fine. A bit distracted, but nothing to be worried about.
“Distracted?” He asked, confusion lacing through his voice, and sat up straighter. “That doesn’t seem like her at all.”
Sam knew he had to tell Sebastian some of the truth. Partly because he didn’t want him to worry, and also because he didn’t want him to find out from someone else that he had hit on his friend’s sister.
“Yeah, uh, it might be my fault…” He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick of his. Sebastian was well aware, immediately jumping to conclusions.
“Dude. Please do not tell me that you hooked up with my little sister, because I swear to God, Sam, I will kick your ass. Not to mention she’s your student?” Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. His voice was calm, but stern as if he was trying to keep his cool.
“I didn’t hook up with her! I promise I didn’t!” Sam held his hands up in front of him in defense, waving them to emphasize he was telling the truth. “I met her at a bar the Sunday before classes started and hit on her, but I had no idea she was your sister or that she was my student! I swear. Nothing happened either, and I made sure once I knew who she was to clear the air and set things straight that day.”
Sebastian visibly relaxed as Sam explained what happened. He sighed with a light whistle and clapped a hand to Sam’s shoulder, his weight leaning on the forearm pressed against the chair.
“I believe you. Still kind of weird that you hit on my little sister, but at least you didn’t sleep with her. It would’ve sucked having to kick your ass and then explain to Jake and Josh why I did it.” Sebastian laughed lightly before standing and walking back over to his desk. The conversation was dropped as they both went to work which Sam was thankful for.
Sebastian didn’t stay much longer as he was needing to get to his lab for Dr. Rhone. He left Sam to think about what he had said about hitting on you and the fact that he would have to kick his ass if he did hook up with you. It didn’t surprise Sam that Sebastian would react the way he did.
You were forbidden fruit.
Tempting and sweet, but full of consequences for Sam if he indulged even the slightest. But because you were forbidden fruit he wanted you that much more. He constantly had to remind himself that you could not possibly be worth the friendship he had with your brother and that you certainly were not worth his job…
However tempting you may be.
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“Okay look I gotta tell you something, and you can’t get mad that I didn’t say anything sooner.”
“Um… Okay?”
Macie sat across from you at the small coffee shop where the two of you liked to go when you needed to study or work. It was a cute, quiet little place across town where most students went. There were comfortable chairs and sofas that filled almost every spot along with tables and bars to accompany them. Most of the time they played soft instrumental music that made it easier for you to focus on your work.
“Remember how I told y’all about the guy that hit on me at the bar a few weeks back? The night before classes started?”
She took a sip of her coffee and nodded into the lip of the mug with a small “mhmm” sounding from her closed mouth.
“Well it turns out that he’s my professor.”
Macie’s eyes went wide, and she struggled to hold the liquid behind her closed lips as she coughed from inhaling a bit of it. She swallowed the coffee, still sputtering and tapping her chest with her hand lightly.
“Jesus y/n, are you trying to kill me? What do you mean he’s your professor?”
“I’m sorry, how was I supposed to know you’d choke?” You joked, a small laugh escaping your lips. “Well, I guess technically he’s not my professor? He’s actually the TA that teaches my lab, but my real professor is out on maternity leave and won’t be back until like finals, so he’s teaching the class.”
“Okay… So basically your professor hit on you at a bar? Cause that's probably not awkward now or anything.”
“Dude you have no idea. He spoke with me after class the first day to set the record straight because it’s highly inappropriate and he’s kinda friends with my brother. Which, like, I know it's inappropriate-”
“Oh dear god, don’t say what I think you’re about to-”
“But I can’t stop thinking about fucking him.
“And you said it.” Macie exasperated, looking at you like you had lost your mind, and flinging her hands in the air and falling back against her seat.
“Partially it’s his fault! That day after class he could tell that I was um, looking at him, ya know, and told me that it had to stop because he basically wouldn’t be able to hold himself back.”
“What do you mean he said he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back?” She sat up a little more in her seat, eyebrows raised. You on the other hand sunk back into yours slightly.
“He may have said… um… that it’s highly inappropriate for anything to happen between us because it could cost him his job and my brother would kill him… but that, um, when I look at him the way I was, neither of those are good enough reasons for him to not do something about it…”
Her mouth hung partially open in shock and you could see the gears in her mind stall. She didn’t say anything for a few moments and you both just sat in silence, your legs bouncing as your elbows rested on them. You watched as she picked her mug up from the table and took a long sip before speaking again.
“The only thing I don’t understand is how you refrained from jumping his bones right then and there. That’s literally so hot.”
“Okay, right?!” You fell back against your chair and slumped into the seat with your arms crossed over your stomach. Macie did the opposite and leaned forward more, her elbows resting on her knees.
“Typically I would not condone something like this, but I think you should go for it. A forbidden fling with a ‘professor’? That’s pretty… saucy.” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully at you.
“Okay then you have to help me execute this thing. Any ideas?”
Macie leaned back into the couch and crossed her legs. She stared back at you with a mischievous grin and a wild look in her eyes.
“Oh I have plenty of ideas.”
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By the time Thursday rolled around, you and Macie had come up with a plan. The drive from your house to campus, as well as the walk to class, had consisted of you hyping yourself up. You weren’t going to allow yourself to back out. No, you were doing this.
The entire class time you were more focused than you had ever been. You kept yourself from daydreaming and only allowed your eyes to wander from the screen to look at Sam a few times. Each time of course you found his eyes looking back at you.
Damn him.
“I’m going to call out everyone’s names one by one and assign you a forest, so be ready to write it down. As soon as I have given you a forest you may either leave or stay. If you have any questions, please wait until I have given out everyone’s assignment.”
Most of the people he called before you had decided to leave, while a few stayed. Eventually he called your name.
“You’ll be doing your assignment over the Monteverde Cloud Forest in Costa Rica.” You nodded your head in response and opened your laptop to begin your research. When Sam was finally finished giving students their assignments, there were only about five students and you remaining in the class.
For the next forty-five minutes the only sounds that filled the room were the clicking of keys from laptops and the occasional scratch of a pencil on notebook paper. You made it a point to not look at Sam the entire time, and instead kept your face buried in your work.
Being so wrapped up in the assignment you barely realized that everyone else who had stayed finally cleared out. It was only when you realized how silent it had become, did you look around the room finding yourself the only student left.
You were also the only person left in the room as Sam was nowhere to be seen. His things were still scattered on the desk, an indication that he hadn’t left yet. It struck you that he was probably in Professor Buckley’s office that was attached to the room. You saved the progress you made on your laptop and packed all of your belongings away into your backpack before slinging it onto your back and walking down to the office.
The office door was ajar enough that you could see Sam sitting behind the desk. He appeared to be working on something, the pencil in his hand moving quickly across the page. You glanced around the room behind you before silently entering the office and shutting the door once inside. The clicking of the latch drew Sam’s head up, his eyes meeting yours instantly.
“You’re my teacher.” You dropped your backpack to the ground next to your feet. “You’re my teacher and I know that because you’re my teacher that I shouldn’t be staring at your lips while you give a lecture, thinking about what they would feel like,” You walked further into the room as you spoke,
“What they’d feel like against my own lips, or pressed against my skin.” You walked closer to the large desk sitting in the center of the space, unzipping the light jacket you were wearing slowly. You peeled it from your body leaving it to land on the floor somewhere as you made your way over to Sam. He had not moved from his chair, only sitting up straighter, his mouth parted ever so slightly.
“I know that I should be focused on the subject material on the screen and not on your hands. I know that I shouldn’t be thinking about the ways your hands could touch and caress me. Wondering if they’re soft and gentle,” You rounded the corner of his desk, your finger trailing along the wooden top, as he swiveled his chair to open him up to you, “Or rough and strong.” His right elbow rested on the desk with his weight leaned into it, the lower portion of his arm hanging down freely. His body was facing you, his legs spread open and his left arm resting on the arm rest.
“Y/n.” He warned, “Don’t do this.” His voice had a soft plea to it while also holding a serious tone. His expression mirrored his voice, looking stoic yet like a deer caught in headlights. It was clear he was internally battling himself.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you. You, your lips, your hands, what you might feel like,” You took another step closer to him. His knee brushed the outside of your leg as you began to step between them.
“What you might taste like.”
You trailed a hand up his thigh with a feather light touch, slow and teasing. Sam inhaled a sharp breath as your index finger skirted near the outline of his growing erection.
“You’re my teacher,” You pulled your hand away from his leg, and leaned in close to his ear, your hot breath fanning over his skin, “So teach me.”
“Y/n, I- We-” You pulled away from him, his pupils were blown, and he looked as though his brain was short-circuiting.
“Teach me, Sam.” You grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head.
“Y/n please, You know-” He leaned forward in his chair looking up at you, his large hands flying out to try and capture your wrists to stop you. You evaded his attempts, tucking your hands behind your back.
“Teach me.” You kicked off your shoes before popping the button of your jeans and unzipping them. Sam watched with hooded and conflicted eyes as you shimmied the denim down your legs and kicked them to the side. You were left in only your bra and thong standing in front of him.
There was a moment where you weren’t sure what he would do, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He was too far gone now, you had pushed him over the edge.
Sam grabbed your waist, pulling you to straddle his lap, his lips crashing against yours. His lips were soft like you thought they would be, but they were needy, and strong, and hungry, quickly heating your entire body from head to toe. His teeth caught your lower lip, pulling on it lightly and biting down softly before releasing it and soothing it over with a swipe of his tongue. You couldn’t help the mewl that escaped your mouth when his tongue glided across your lower lip, leaving your lips parted for his tongue to enter your mouth.
Your fingers wound themselves in his hair at the base of his skull, scraping the skin and pulling the roots. His right hand slid from your waist down to your bare ass cheek, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh, and eliciting a whine from you.
Sam detracted his mouth from yours and began trailing hot, open mouthed kissed down the column of your neck. His tongue brushed against a sensitive spot along your throat causing your hips to roll involuntarily against his erection.
“Oh, fuck.” Sam whined, his fingers digging harder into your ass. His left hand snaked up your body to the back of your head, pulling your hair to expose more of you to him. The sting from his hand in your hair along with his continued attack of his lips down your neck was delicious. You rolled your hips into him again, a breathy moan gracing the air.
You needed more.
Reaching behind you, your hands quickly unclasped your bra, letting it fall down your arms. Sam withdrew his lips from your skin allowing him to look at your bare chest, his right hand sliding up the contour of your hips and waist to sit just under your breast. You continued to roll your hips slowly, setting a steady pace as he took you in.
“You are so beautiful.” His thumb skirted along the underside of your boob, the skin prickling in its wake, your nipples hard and aching for attention. Sam’s hands dropped to your waist, stilling the motion of your hips completely.
“Sam please.” You whine out in frustration, trying to move against his strong hands.
“Shhh sweet girl.” He cooed, his voice soft and hushed, almost breathless.
Sam used his grip on your hips to lift you from his lap slightly, and slide forward in the chair. He guided your legs to wrap around his waist before wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and latching his lips to yours again. Your arms hooked around his neck for support pulling your chest flush against his as he stood from the chair. Kicking the chair out of the way, Sam moved towards the desk to set you down on the edge of it, your lips never parting.
Your ankles unlocked from his back, falling open around his waist while your hands roamed his chest. Sam’s hands held your face, his fingers slightly curling into your hair with how large his hands were. You worked to undo the buttons of his shirt in a frenzy, desperate to touch his bare chest. As if he was biding his time while you worked on removing his shirt, Sam’s lips kissed a hot trail down your neck and sternum as you pushed the soft fabric down his shoulders. The material slipped down his arms with light force, and dropped to the ground. His hands left your face, his right digging into your hip while the other cupped your breast. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, his mouth closing around the other, his tongue lapping and swirling around it.
His name fell from your lips in a whimper and your back arched, pushing your chest further into him. You gazed down at where his mouth was attached to your breast, and watched as his mouth moved against your skin. Your hands found the waistband of his pants, popping the button and pulling the fly of them down.
Sam’s hand on your hip trailed to the inside of your thigh as you hooked your fingers in the band of his pants and pushed them down. His mouth was back on yours, his fingers finding their way to your damp underwear finally providing the friction you desperately craved, making you suck in a breath at the feeling of his fingers grazing up and down your clothed slit.
“Already making a mess of your panties for me?” He spoke into your mouth, his voice was low and husky causing more of your arousal to flood your already soaked underwear. You could do nothing but nod fervently against his mouth, and slip your hand into his boxers.
Sam pulled your underwear to the side, his fingers dipping between your folds, dragging upwards to draw tight circles on your clit, and happily swallowing every whimper and moan that his fingers drew from your lips. Your hand wrapped around his length and gave an experimental squeeze before sliding up to the tip and back down, twisting your wrist on the descent.It was now your turn to swallow Sam’s moans.
He pulled his mouth from yours and rested his forehead in the crook of your neck, his heavy breaths cascading down your chest. Both of your hands worked in tandem with one another, and followed the same pace until his fingers ventured down to your entrance. His finger lightly circled your weeping cunt, testing the waters and waiting for your reaction.
“Please don’t tease me, Sammy,” You mewled, voice sweet and fucked out, “Please I need to feel you. Please, please.” Sam groaned, loving the way his name fell from your lips, and how you begged for him. From this angle he could see everything. He could see your hand pumping up and down in his underwear, and more importantly, he could watch his fingers as they entered you.
He slid his finger into your pussy, watching each knuckle disappear slowly. For a moment your hand on his shaft froze. When you finally came out of the brief haze, both of your hands began to pull Sam’s boxers down his hips. Before returning your hand to his cock, Sam grabbed your hand and lifted it to your face, his eyes staring directly into yours.
“Spit.”
It was a demand, his tone was soft, but curt and you would’ve done just about anything to have him talk to you like that again. Keeping your eyes trained on his, you let a bead of saliva fall from your lips into your open palm.
“Good girl.” The smirk combined with those two little words had you clenching around his finger deep in your cunt.
When you returned your hand to him, you watched his eyes roll into the back of his head, his head tilted back slightly. It was quite possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen. You could feel the white hot band in your core growing tighter and tighter by the second.
“Sam, I’m- I’m so close. I wanna- fuck, wanna cum on your dick, please.”
“Fucking Christ.” Sam couldn’t help the way his hips involuntarily rutted themselves into your fist. His finger withdrew from you, quickly putting an end to your rising climax as his hands gripped the backs of your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the desk. Just from the small change in distance you could feel the head of him nudging the inside of your thighs.
His hand replaced yours on his length as he brushed his tip up your slit and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Finally he pushed into you, both of you watching how he disappeared inch by inch into your heat until he was completely sheathed. It was undeniable how utterly full you felt. Sam was larger than you expected, the sting as he entered very apparent. He waited a breath or two, moving his hands to the back of your thighs to lift your legs ever so slightly, and then slid out almost completely before ramming back into you.
“Fuck!” The curse squeaked from your throat rather loudly causing Sam’s hand to drop your leg and cover your mouth.
“You’re gonna have to be quiet, baby. Can’t let anyone know what we’re doing in here. Can you do that for me? Can you be my sweet girl and stay quiet?”
Once again you could only nod, your brain malfunctioning with the nickname he had bestowed upon you.
Sam didn’t respond and instead thrust into you at a much faster, and much harder pace. He lifted your leg once again allowing his cock to hit a delicious new angle. With each thrust his head brushed against that sweet spot, sending electricity throughout your entire body, and in a matter of seconds you could feel the band tighten, on the very cusp of your release. You opened your mouth to warn him, but no words formed, no sound escaped.
“I know, I can feel how tight she’s squeezing me. I’m there too. Just a little bit more.” His hips moved faster, railing into you at a speed you never thought possible.
Every thought was wiped from your mind, nothing but white hot pleasure coursing along every synapse. As each moment passed, your peak climbed higher and higher. You never thought an orgasm could last this long or be this intense. You hadn’t realized that your walls were clenching and fluttering around Sam the entire time, hurling him towards his own peak.
“I’m about to- Oh fuck, I’m gonna- Where do you want me to-?”
“Inside. Please, inside.”
Sam groaned burying his face into your neck and hooking your leg on his hip so his fingers could toy with your clit. In an instant your climax plateaued causing every muscle in your body to go rigid and your head thrown back. Your hearing went fuzzy, and your eyes were screwed shut, but you could feel Sam’s warmth coat your walls.
The sound of his ragged breath fills your ears as you finally descend from the euphoric high. Neither of you move, both of you trying to regain your breath. After a moment Sam lifts his head from your neck, his hands coming up to cup both of your cheeks, and bring your lips to his into a soft, and slow kiss.
Parting from the kiss, he withdraws himself from you and grabs a few tissues from the box on the desk. He’s careful as he cleans you up knowing you’re still very sensitive and the tissues aren’t the softest. When he finishes, he gently slides his finger along the seam of your underwear and guides them back in place.
Sam pulls his own underwear back on along with his pants and grabs both of your discarded clothing from the floor. Everything he did was tender and sweet, and you hated it. You hated it because you loved it so much. You hated it because it made your heart melt, and your stomach flip. You hated it because your silly crush based on desire was starting to find its footing.
With your clothes in one hand, he held the other out for you to take. You placed your right hand in his, your left supporting yourself off the desk to hop down. Once firmly on the ground, Sam handed your clothing to you with a giddy smile on his face.
“Teach me?”
“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes with a grin and pulled the denim of your jeans back up your legs. Sam pushed his arms through the sleeves of his shirt and began to button it back up, finishing the last few buttons as you tossed your shirt over your head.
Fully dressed, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, your chests flush with one another, his eyes staring directly into yours.
“No one can know about this. Understand?” He tucked a few stray strands of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. Even when he was being serious he looked at you so softly.
“I won’t tell anyone… I mean my best friend knows, but-“
“No, y/n. No one can know. I can get in a lot of trouble for this.” He shook his head, his hand still holding your face.
“Sam, she's my best friend. She’s not going to tell anyone. You’re telling me that you’re not going to tell anyone about this? Not even your best friend?”
Sam pondered what you said for a moment. You could tell that you were right with what you had said. He sighed and shook his head again, but this time with a smile.
“You’re trouble.”
“Only the good kind.” You winked at him and he huffed a laugh. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he spoke again.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
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Teach Me: XOXO
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“What do you mean you don’t have a reservation under my name?” Jack asked sternly into the phone. Valentine’s Day was coming up which meant that this was going to be Ariel and his first time celebrating the holiday together. Wanting to make it special he made reservations for a fanciest restaurant in town, booking out the private room so they could have some privacy.
Jack listened as the guy stuttered nervously over the phone. “I’ve checked everywhere, sir. I apologize.” Frustration etched across his face and he ran a hand through his curls roughly. “Fine. So can I just book the private room for 7pm Wednesday please?”
The host cleared their throat nervously, “Well, Mr. Harlow the room is actually booked by another party. I’m so terribly sorry.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jack said, failing to keep his emotions in check.
“Again. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience—“ Not wanting to hear another word from him, Jack hung up the phone and threw it on the couch of the recording studio. Jack couldn’t shake the disappointment. Valentine’s Day was Ariel’s favorite holiday, all he wanted to do was make it special and now he felt like the day was ruined before it even got here.
Jack groaned loudly and placed his head in his hands, trying to figure out what he was going to do for Ariel’s favorite holiday now. Urban, who walked in during the tail end of the call, offered a suggestion. “Dude, why not just have a casual dinner at home? You two are more about the cozy and comfortable than the fancy and formal. Besides, you don’t even like being around people anymore. This would be perfect.”
So that’s what Jack did, as Valentine’s Day rolled around, he dropped Jayla off to spend the night with his parents, which she wasn’t very happy about. Jayla clung to his hand, getting emotional as Jack tried to leave.
“Daddy, can’t I just stay with you and Miss Ariel? I’ll be good, I promise!” Jayla asked, with a small sense of hope in her eyes.
Jack crouched down to her height, gently wiping the tears that were threatening to fall. “Sweetheart, Ariel and I need a little time for just the two of us, but we’ll make it up to you. How about a special day together tomorrow?”
Jayla nodded reluctantly “Okay, but it has to be super special. Candy for breakfast!” Jack could only smile, “Deal. We’ll make tomorrow just as amazing, I promise.” With a reassuring hug, he left Jayla in the care of his parents before rushing back home to get everything set up for tonight.
When he got home he immediately started working on dinner, determined to make it an unforgettable evening despite the restaurant hiccup. As the minutes ticked by, Jack found himself nervously pacing the living room floor awaiting for Ariel’s arrival. While he was nervous he was proud of himself for preparing a home cooked meal that looked edible, adorned with Valentine decorations and flickering candles.
Jack’s heart raced in his chest with each creak in the floorboards. Finally the doorbell rung, his nerves immediately turned to excitement as he welcomed Ariel inside.
“Wow, Jack, this looks amazing!” Ariel exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she took in the cozy atmosphere and the spread laid out before her. Relief washed over Jack as he watched her appreciate the effort he had put in.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, a hint of nervousness still lingering in his voice. “I love it.” With a warm smile, Ariel leaned in to give him a tender kiss, expressing her thanks.
Jack reciprocated the affection, but as they pulled away, a playful grin spread across Ariel's face. “Oops, looks like I left a little something behind,” she chuckled, noticing a faint lipstick mark on Jack’s lips.
Jack’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment before he joined in her laughter. “Well, I guess I’ll wear it as a badge of honor,” he joked, gently wiping away the lipstick.
As they settled onto the coach after having dinner enjoying being in each other’s arms. “Everything tonight was perfect!” Ariel sighed happily snuggling closer to Jack. “This is exactly what I wanted – a quiet evening with you.” Jack smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead, happy that the night was going well.
“Remember last Valentine’s Day when we weren’t officially a couple?” Ariel grinned, her eyes sparkling with the memory.
Jack chuckled, “How could I forget? I was nervously trying to figure out how to express my feelings without sounding like a creep for liking my daughter's teacher.” They both laughed, recalling the playful banter and subtle hints.
Now, a year later, those memories were tinged with a profound warmth. “Who would’ve thought we’d be here now?” Jack mused, his gaze filled with affection. Ariel leaned in, a gentle smile on her face, “I had a good feeling about it. Look at us, celebrating Valentine’s Day as a couple, and I couldn’t be happier.”
They had agreed earlier that month not to exchange any gifts but they both couldn’t help themselves. With a sheepish smile, Jack reached inside the side table drawer and pulled out a cheesy card adored with hearts. “You’re the missing piece to my puzzle,” it read, with her favorite lollipop attached to it.
“I know we said no gifts, but I couldn’t resist. Happy Valentine’s Day!”
Ariel laughed, equally guilty, “Funny, I got you something too.” She presented him a card that read “Our love is like these candies – sweet, irresistible, and a little nutty,” featuring Jack’s favorite chocolates.
They both couldn’t help but laugh at realizing the joy in breaking their own pact. “I guess we both failed at keeping it gift-free,” Jack teased, and Ariel grinned. “Well I’m not complaining one bit!” Ariel said as she ripped open her candy.
As the night continued Ariel couldn’t help but wish Jayla was there with them to celebrate. They had grown closer this past year and it felt weird not having Jayla with them.
She gently broached the subject with Jack, “Do you think we could pick up Jayla and spend the rest of the night as a family?”
Jack’s eyes softened as he realized the significance of the request. “Absolutely,” he replied, touched by her thoughtfulness. They made their way to his parents place, and the joy on the little girl’s face when she saw Ariel spoke volumes. The trio embraced the rest of the night with warmth, creating cherished memories that extended beyond the romantic, making it a truly special Valentine’s Day.
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Break Me*
Summary: An extra for Teach Me*
The one where Harry edges you into your subspace for the very first time.
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*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*
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“Again.”
You whine as Harry’s hand travels down the length of your stomach, his nails curling into your warm, sweaty flesh. “Har—”
“Again, Bee,” he murmurs from his place between your thighs, tongue darting out to drag through your pussy. The low and gentle vibrations of his deep voice send waves of pleasure directly to your cunt, reverberating through your clit until you nearly begin to cry. “Thought you promised to be my good girl, hm?”
You arch from the bed, arms straining against the rope that keep your wrists taut to the headboard. Keeping you from him. “I…I—”
He looks up. Soft green eyes now piercing right through you until your breath hitches, and you feel your chest just about cave in.
You know he’s right. Know you promised him. Swore on every star to behave. But that was before. Before he’d decided almost two and a half hours ago to edge you right to the brink of orgasm just to abandon you on that endless edge with no hope of getting down.
Or getting off.
“Come on,” he urges, pressing your thigh deep into the mattress to keep you spread and pliable. “Know you can do it, baby girl. Know you can. Been so good for me already. Come on.”
You peer down at him through damp lashes, the tears on your cheeks warm and glistening beneath the soft light of the lamp in the corner of the room. “H…”
His expression softens but the kisses to your cunt never cease, proving that this act of sympathy is all for show. “Say it, sweetie,” he whispers, lips trailing toward the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “What are you, hm?”
You inhale a greedy gasp for air, lashes fluttering shut as if to hide from him while you finally answer, “I’m…I’m yours. Only yours. Your fucktoy. Just…just a hole for you.”
The grin that splits his face is large and pleased, and you feel oddly relieved to have made him so proud. 
“That’s right,” he agrees, squeezing the flesh of your waist in his hand. “My sweet little slut. Just a hole. Just a thing for me to use, yeah?”
You nod quickly, face turning toward your arm as though to hide from his amused gaze.
But he doesn’t like this, instead sitting up to take hold of your jaw and tug your attention back. “Uh-uh, Bee. None of that. Want you to be proud. Want you to be proud of the way you submit to me. Proud of your place beneath me."
You stumble over a soft sob, finally peering up at him with awe and admiration as the edge of his mouth quirks upward.
“You’re okay,” he says gently, thumbing at your tears before giving your throat a quick squeeze. “You’re okay, and you’re gonna behave for me like you promised. Isn’t that right?”
Again, you nod wordlessly. Watching with slight terror as he crawls back down your body and returns his focus to your cunt.
He loves to look at you. Loves to watch the way your body twitches or squirms. The way your clit becomes swollen and puffy, the way your pussy turns red and raw from his ministrations. The way you plead with him for release even though you know he’ll never offer it to you.
He reaches for the bullet vibrator that sits on the bed in wait, bringing it back into play as you whimper and attempt to close your legs in retaliation.
But his large body keeps them open, as does the pointed glare of warning that he shoots you before flicking the toy on.
Just the sound of the vibrations makes you whine, a chill traveling straight to your core as you begin to breathe a little quicker. Eyes locked on the weapon in his grasp.
You know what comes next. Know the pain and the pleasure that’ll be forced on you as you fight against your orgasm. Harry can be cruel, but you don’t imagine he’s ever been as cruel as he is today. With his unbreakable desire to ruin you.
The moment the tip of the vibrator comes in contact with your clit, you begin to cry, already too sensitive from the last round. Even without release, your body feels spent. Tortured and overstimulated. You don’t think you can take much more. Don’t think you have the strength to hold off the way he’s demanding you do.
“Shh,” he coos from below, attention zeroed in on the movement of the toy. The way it circles the aching nerves, the way it presses against them, deep into the bone. “You can take it, you’re okay.”
You want to believe him, but after everything else…you aren’t quite sure.
Depraved and desolate sounds fall from your mouth without pause. There’s no room for air in your lungs with the way you sough and sigh from the unforgiving touch of the machine. 
He’s focused and unrelenting. Digging the tip deep into your flesh before dragging it through your pussy, using it to spread you open. It gets lost in your arousal, the silicone coated with your wetness as he circles your fluttering hole with glee.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweetie?” he purrs, shifting a bit closer to press a kiss to your clit.
You buck up and gasp his name, and that’s answer enough.
“Yeah?” He does it again before just barely slipping the vibrator inside. “No. Hold it.”
It’s the meanest thing he’s ever said to you, and the tears fall a little faster with every push of the toy into your cunt.
The feeling is indescribable. The way the pulsations echo throughout your entire nervous system, dragging you quicker toward the end than almost anything else has so far. You clench and unclench around the vibrator over and over and over. The low hum nearly driving you mad.
And it makes Harry so goddamn proud.
He chuckles rather sadistically, in the kind of entertained tone that forces a new wave of arousal to pool between your thighs while he fucks the toy into you. 
“There you go,” he hums, rubbing circles into your thigh with his other hand. Perhaps in an attempt to soothe you, but all it does is remind you of what you can’t have. Him. “Bet it feels so good. Doesn’t it, baby girl? Feels so good to be used.”
“Harry,” you whine, wrists burning from the harsh friction of the rope against your skin. “Please…please—”
“Look at you,” he continues, ignoring your pleas. “So pretty, baby. All fucked out and ready. You like being easy, don’t you? Like being my easy little whore.”
“H—”
“Know you do. This pretty little pussy just begs for me, doesn’t she? Yeah? All I have to do is look at you and you’ll drip down to your ass for me.”
“God, please…please—”
“Look at me, baby girl. Want you to look at me. Want you to watch. Don’t be shy, lovie, come on. Know you fucking love it—”
“Harry, please—"
“No,” he says softly. Quietly. Refusing your attempt before you can even offer it. “No, sweetie. Gonna hold it. Gonna do what I asked.”
“I…I can’t,” you gasp, already feeling the seams unravel. “I can’t, H, please…please—”
“No,” he repeats, a touch more stern, shooting you a look of warning. “You promised, Bee. Promised to be my good girl.”
“Trying—” You manage through a strangled sob. “M’trying…can’t…can’t—”
"Yes, you can. Hold it, love. You fucking hold it. Do not cum."
"I'm...I...Daddy—"
He seems to understand before you do, hand tightening around your thigh as though to punish you before he’s tugging the toy from your spasming pussy.
But it’s too late. It hits you like a fucking freight train until your vision goes fuzzy and your heart nearly pummels out of your chest.
You don’t know how many times he’s edged you. You’ve lost count, but it catches up to you now as the release nearly blinds you, practically sending you into a second before the first is even finished.
Harry’s hand smacks down on your clit, the wet sound of skin on skin making you cry that much harder until your body nearly recoils away from him.
Your muscles ache from the way you’re straining, arms sore in every possible place as the rope keeps you stuck beneath him. 
And it feels so good, but you can’t seem to stop the heaving of your lungs. Can’t seem to subdue the tears falling from your eye or the soft sounds of remorse that slip between your lips.
You’ve done the one thing he asked you not to do, and you tried so hard. You really did and you can’t understand why you came anyway. You shouldn’t have cum – he asked you not to cum, but you did. And you’d been doing so well. You’d been his good girl. And if you’d just held on a little longer…maybe he would have been good to you.
Now? Now he’s never going to touch you again. He’s going to send you to the guest room or make you sleep on the floor. He won’t cuddle you or kiss you or even look at you.
You can already see his disappointment, can already feel him taking himself away, and you begin to shake your head furiously.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you blubber, voice breaking on every syllable. “I’m sorry, Daddy, I’m sorry. I tried, I really tried, I promise I tried. I don’t…don’t know what happened, don’t…couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t, I tried. I tried, I’m sorry—”
“Hey, hey, hey,” he murmurs, expression twisting into something that makes your gut wrench. “Baby girl…breathe. Breathe for me, okay? You’re okay—”
“No,” you wail, tucking your face behind your arm in an attempt to hide from him. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—”
“Baby,” he exhales, and you feel his large palm slip around your jaw to force you back out, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “Hey, look at me. What happened, what’s going on?”
You stumble over a hiccup and peer up at him through wet lashes. “M’so sorry, Daddy. I tried, I promise. Please don’t be mad. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t—”
“Shh,” he murmurs quietly, dipping down to nudge his nose against yours. Taking a beat until he feels you suck in a wounded inhale. “I know, sweetie. I know. I pushed you really hard. I know you tried. Did so good for me.”
However, his sympathetic encouragement merely brings the tears back tenfold, and you begin to shake beneath him as you desperately search for more. More of his voice, more of his touch, more of his praise. It’s the only thing keeping you from falling apart.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper again, stomach rising and falling with each quick breath. “I’m sorry, Daddy—”
He frowns but it’s gentle. “I know, baby girl,” he says, thumb stroking the stained skin of your cheek. “I know, I’m not mad. Could never be mad at you. Ever. I’m proud of you. Did so well, sweetie. Did so fucking good for me.”
You nuzzle into his hand, lips pushed into a desolate pout as you try to kiss any part of him you can reach.
You hear him sigh, although you don’t look. You simply allow your eyes to fall shut as you bask in his glow.
“Bee,” he murmurs, using his other hand to squeeze your hip while his body comes to rest above yours. “Sweetie…did I break you? Did you slip? Did you slip away from Daddy?”
Truthfully, you aren’t sure what you’ve done or why you feel the way you do. But the sound of his question – even though quite odd – makes you feel sparkly. The deep cadence of his voice as soothing as the fingers dancing circles against your side. 
You crack an eye open and find him. Taking note of the curiosity on his face and the slight upset attempting to weave into the furrowed skin of his forehead.
“I’m right here,” you say softly, desperately wanting to assure him that you haven’t left him. 
He’s unconvinced. “You’re here,” he agrees, squeezing your leg with a nod before he moves his thumb to your temple, and taps it twice. “But are you here?”
You begin to frown, a little unsure what he might mean. “I’m here,” you repeat, a bit more pointedly. “With you.”
For a moment, he merely stares. The corner of his mouth dancing up into a delicate smile as he sighs and leans down to kiss you.
“With me,” he echoes, nipping at your bottom lip until you giggle. “Always with me.”
Feeling rather soothed, you settle beneath him, and allow him to map the expanse of your body with his mouth. He kisses your cheek, your jaw, your throat. The space below your ear, the curve of your shoulder, the valley between your breasts.
Then, he moves up. Trailing those kisses up your lifted arms, one after the other until he reaches your wrists.
He begins to untie them, flicking the knot undone until your hands fall to the pillow, and you release a grateful whimper.
You move to reach for him – desperate to feel his warm skin or the soft curls atop his head – but he’s already a step ahead. 
He brings your fingers to his mouth and presses his lips to each knuckle. Over and over as you grin and watch with doe-eyed wonder.
He moves to your wrists. Gently trailing his ginger touch across the tender, red flesh that’s been rubbed raw. He’s so very good. Beautiful and sweet in the kind of way that makes your heart ache.
He runs his hand up and down your side, making sure to remind you that he’s close. He moves onto the mattress just beside you and curls his body toward yours.
In turn, you do the same. Snuggling into his chest, legs tangled with his, and face nuzzled against the butterfly on his stomach.
You hear him breathe out an amused laugh before he’s pressing his palm to your spine to keep you close. “Bee?”
You smile. “Yes, Daddy?”
His heart races against your lips. “Are you okay? Do you feel safe right now? You feel…you feel good?”
You glance up, lashes fluttering with surprise at the hesitant tone of voice. “Of course. I’m always safe with you.”
The relief in his expression nearly explodes across his face as he chews on the inside of his lip. “Yeah?”
You nod quickly. “Mhm. I’m so very happy.”
“Good,” he murmurs, seeming to fight against another grin. “That’s good, baby girl. I always wanna make you happy.”
You giggle again, grateful for his attention now more than ever. “I wanna make you happy, too. Don’t wanna make you mad by being a bad girl.”
You hear him chuckle before he reaches down to lift your head up. “I thought you liked being my bad girl?”
Your brows furrow. “…only when you say it’s okay.”
He smirks a little wider at this, and you wonder what he finds so funny. You’re telling the truth. You just want to do what he says. Just want to behave and make him proud.
“My silly girl,” he hums, landing a quick kiss to your forehead. “You’re always good. Even when you’re bad. Daddy likes you any way you are.”
And it feels as though your heart is going to burst out of your chest. This reassurance that you will always have his affection and care making your insides sparkle. “Promise?”
He nuzzles his nose against your temple. 
“Promise, Bee.”
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Teach me 5 (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)
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Warning: angst, mention of selfharm, arguing.
Summary: After a challenging party and a disagreement with her mother, Y/N finds herself alone, confronted by her darkest thoughts. She hits rock bottom, but something prevents her from taking irreversible actions.
Note: This part will address sensitive subjects such as depression and self-harm. If you're not comfortable with these topics, please do not read. I want to emphasize that my intention is not to romanticize distress or depression. If you're struggling and need help, there are people around you. My DMs are open for anyone who feels the need to talk. You are not alone. 🫶🏻
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How could I be so stupid, even though my parents warned me about boys like Chris?
Liars, manipulators who can't control their desires and needs.
And I, like the naive and innocent little virgin I was, fell for it.
I fell for it, and I believed it for two years, believed it to the point of tearing my fucking heart out of my chest.
I can't believe I could be so damn foolish.
Is this what being blinded by love is like? Is this what it's supposed to mean?
Is that why they keep lecturing us teenagers that we don't know what real love is?
If he lied to me that night, then it means he lied to me every other night.
If he truly loved me as he claimed, he would never have dared to do such a thing to me.
How could he look me in the eyes and tell me all those bullshit while he was already dating another girl?
I thought he was honest and sincere; he had the same look as the first time he said 'I love you,' and now it all seemed like a fucking lie.
I knew that sleeping with him that night wasn't supposed to mean anything, and since we were supposed to remain friends, it's not the fact that he's with another girl that hurts me.
It's the fact that he lied to me, making me believe I was the only one in his heart.
I was warned about him; Julia told me to be careful, and even my father told me it was better if I went to the other end of the country to cut contact with him.
But I didn't want to believe all that because I was charmed by a few kisses and conversations that I thought were meaningful until now.
I wish it were just a lie, but that night, just before leaving Julia's party, I saw Tess and Chris kissing in the middle of the crowd, and I felt like I was going to die of heartbreak.
He was kissing her right here in front of everyone, which means he didn't even bother hiding it from me anymore.
Was it a way of getting back at me for what i did ?
Why did he make me believe he didn't hold a grudge against me? Why did he play with my fucking heart like that?
I was so ashamed that I didn't even bother explaining the situation to Julia; I went home and locked myself in my room.
Waking up this morning, I saw a ton of missed messages and calls from Julia. Shit, I didn't think to tell her I was leaving; she must have been worried...
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In addition to feeling like shit because of Chris, I naturally had to wake up with a hangover.
I'm pathetic, this whole story is ridiculous.
"You came home very late last night; I thought you'd be back today," my mother said, arms crossed, upon seeing me enter the kitchen.
Great, now I'll have to face her, and judging by the expression on her face, I suspect our conversation won't be pleasant. That's just what was missing!
"I didn't feel very well last night; I preferred to come home," I told her, opening the kitchen cupboard to take a mug.
"Did you drink?" she asked, exhaling.
"Mom, I told you it was a party for my return, and-" I barely had time to finish justifying myself; she had already resumed speaking.
"I thought you had changed, that you had improved, but I see it's worse. How do you think your father will react to this, y/n?" she said, distressed.
I sighed before she could speak again. "Seriously, y/n, do you think it's an appropriate way for a young woman like you to behave? Have you thought about what people will think of us seeing you like this?"
"Damn, don't you ever get tired of bringing everything back to you?" I snapped, and she jumped at the sound of my raised voice.
"My whole fucking life, I played the role you wanted me to play, and I never complained!" I said, furious.
"You sent me to the other end of the country without even giving me a choice, forcing me to rebuild my life and leave the people I love!"
"Do you have any idea how challenging it is to be your daughter, Mom? Do you know what it's like to have this kind of education when you grow up around normal parents and teenagers?"
"Yes, I made some mistakes, and you never-" I paused, letting out a fake laugh. "Never failed to remind me!"
"But all the good things I've done, all the good grades, all the people I've helped, everything I've done to please you and help you, you've never commented on that," I said, disgusted.
"You never congratulated me; you never said you were proud of me. And no matter how much effort I put into it, I was never enough for you or Dad!"
"I hid behind this role of the perfect little girl. I hid all my pain and kept my head high, hoping that one day you would be proud. But the truth is, you'll never be because you don't love me. You love the girl I pretend to be, but you hate the girl I am!" I said before leaving the kitchen in tears to lock myself in my room again.
This day couldn't get any more horrible than it already was.
My mother tried knocking on my door, but I stayed there in my bed.
I didn't want to face her anymore; I didn't want to talk to her. It was already hard enough.
Why was my life so chaotic? Why don't I deserve happiness?
Why do things always have to get worse?
What did I do wrong to deserve this?
I didn't even know who I was and what I was supposed to be.
At that moment, I would have given anything to go back to the other end of the country, far from my parents.
But I knew that there, I would have given anything to come back to Boston, close to those I love.
I was lost and alone.
I had no one to share my pain with and no one to hug.
It turns out the only person I might have wanted to embrace was just a liar and an opportunist.
I wrapped myself in my blanket, closed the curtains, and turned off the lights.
I spent the day like that without moving a muscle.
Night came, bringing darkness with it.
Activity on the street outside my house diminished, giving way to silence.
My mother had given up and stopped knocking on my door.
My tears flowed and rested on my face until they turned cold.
I didn't know how long I had stayed like that, but I knew it was a long time.
I kept thinking about all the things I might have done wrong in my life.
I searched for the reason why everything was going so wrong.
Was it because I wasn't grateful enough to have a roof over my head?
Was it because I had been a spoiled child?
Was it because I didn't make enough effort?
Was it because I wasn't a good enough friend? Or a good enough daughter?
Was it because I am a bad person?
Am I a bad person?
Is it legitimate for me to feel this bad?
Am I not exaggerating?
After all, there are worse things in life, right?
People are dying out there, losing their loved ones, and I'm crying because a boy lied to me?
I'm crying because I'm just an unloved child?
A child who only wants to be recognized and appreciated.
What did I do wrong, damn it?
The more my thoughts chained together, the harder it became to breathe.
I had a weight in my chest, and I could feel it deep inside me.
I had cried so much that my sinuses hurt, and my eyes were swollen.
It was hard, so hard. What was I supposed to do?
How was I going to be able to continue living with this weight on my chest?
Dark and obscure thoughts took over my mind.
Thoughts that I was ashamed of, thoughts so awful that I couldn't bring myself to recount them to you.
I wanted to do something bad; I got up and grabbed the blade from my pencil sharpener on my desk.
And before I could reach my bed again, I was interrupted by my window opening.
I turned around in shock, falling face to face with Chris. Damn it, why did he always have to do that?
The blade slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor at that moment.
"Shit," I whispered, quickly bending down to retrieve it.
"What's this?" Chris asked, eyebrows furrowed, pointing at my closed hand.
"Chris, get out of my room right now," I told him sharply.
He scrutinized my face for a moment before speaking again. "Were you crying? Y/n, what's wrong? What are you hiding in your hand?" he asked, concerned.
"It's none of your fucking business. Just leave; I don't want you here!" I said, feeling anger rise again.
"Wow, I haven't done anything. Why are you talking to me like this? Seriously, I'm getting worried. What's going on?" he asked, confused, approaching me.
On reflex, I put the hand holding the blade behind my back when he reached my level, only making him more worried.
"Chris, I'm warning you; I'll call my parents if you don't leave my room now!" I panicked before he grabbed my arm.
"What are you hiding, Y/n? Open your hand!" he said, getting angrier and trying to open my hand.
"Chris, stop – let go of me, stop!" I said, succumbing and crying when he started overpowering me.
I tried to struggle, but he had much more strength than me. It didn't take him long to open my hand and find the blade.
His expression changed; he furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at me.
"What were you doing when I came into your room?" he asked, well aware of what my answer would be.
Tears started flowing again, and this time, I was filled with shame. I couldn't even bring myself to speak, so I just stood there, looking at him with teary eyes.
"Y/n," he said in a fragile voice.
"Why?" he asked, his gaze sad.
"Chris, I want you to leave," I told him amid my sobs.
"No, not until you explain why," he said, shaking his head.
I lifted my head before taking a deep breath to try and stop my tears.
"And why don't you explain your little story with Tess then!" I told him, changing the subject.
"Wait, are you serious, y/n? Don't change the subject," he said, completely confused.
"Chris, what I was about to do is none of your business anymore, not since the moment you lied to my face, making me believe I was special to you," I said, pushing him away.
"But what are you talking about, y/n? I never lied to you," he said, shaking his head.
"Then why didn't you tell me you were with her!" I raised my voice.
"What?" he said, even more confused.
"Chris, I want you to leave; I don't want to deal with this shit right now," I said, turning my back to him.
"Y/n, I'm not fucking dating her. Where did you get that idea?" he said, placing his hand on my shoulder, trying to turn me around.
"Why do you keep lying, Chris? She came to ask me to keep my distance from you, emphasizing that you two are together!" I told him, turning around and brushing his hand off my shoulder.
"Do you really believe that nonsense?" he said, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I saw you kissing her," I said, clenching my jaw and trying to hold back my tears.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again, taking a step back.
I sighed. "Damn it, Chris, you're such a jerk," I said, shaking my head.
"Y/n, it's not like that. It's really not what you think," he began to try and justify himself before I cut him off again.
"It's not what I think?" I said, raising my voice and eyebrows.
"Oh, so your tongue wasn't in her mouth?" I said, crossing my arms.
"Y/n, I know it can be misleading, but..." he began to try and explain before I cut him off again with a laugh.
"Misleading?! Chris, seriously?" I said, biting my lip.
"Please, let me explain, y/n," he said, grabbing my hands, but I didn't let him. I pulled back.
"I don't need you to explain, Chris; it's very fucking clear," I said, nodding my head.
"Y/n, please," he said desperately.
"Get out, Chris," I told him sharply.
He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows, not moving.
"For God's sake, just get the fuck out; I want you to leave!" I screamed, pushing him.
"I'm not going to leave you alone when you were about to hurt yourself, y/n. You can be as mad at me as you want, but I won't leave this room until I know you're safe," he said, standing his ground.
"Oh, now you're worried about me?!" I said, laughing.
"You're getting yourself worked up over nothing. I haven't done anything wrong, y/n," he said, looking me in the eyes.
"You'd rather believe some girl you don't even know over me. You won't even give me a chance to explain!" he said, waving his hands.
"Because I don't want to listen to another one of your lies, Chris. I'm too tired for that!" I told him, breaking into tears.
"But I'm not lying to you, y/n. Trust me!" he said, advancing towards me.
"I can't. I can't. I'm not strong enough for that. I don't want to take the risk of sinking even lower!" I confessed.
"Is it because of me that you were going to do that?" he said, pointing to the blade that now rested on my bedside table.
I looked at him, eyes soaked and throat tightened.
"Oh god," he whispered, running his hand over his face.
"I'm so sorry, y/n, if I made you believe I wasn't sincere, but all this is just a mistake. I'm not dating Tess," he said, taking my hands.
"I slept with her for a long time, okay, I won't lie to you. I was sleeping with her before we got together, and when you left, I turned to her right away," he began to explain, and I just listened.
"I was a jerk to her. I made her believe it could work between us to keep her under my control, even though I knew we would never be together," he said, and I could hear the disgust in his voice.
"When I got myself together, I stopped everything with her and tried to apologize, but she kept resenting me. She knew what you meant to me; that's why she didn't waste a second to come and tell you those lies," he said, and I sank down, sitting on my bed.
"Y/n, I'm not proud of what I did. She didn't deserve that, and it's not an excuse, but when you left, I was in such a bad place that I hurt anyone who came near me," he said, sitting next to me.
"I haven't lied to you once," he said, placing his hand on mine.
"I'm sorry, y/n, believe me, I really am. I didn't want you to end up like this. I should have told you that night, but I was too ashamed," he said, looking into my eyes.
"And why did you kiss her then?" I asked, wiping my tears.
"Because she threw herself at me; I was completely wasted. By the time I understood what was happening and detached her from my lips, there might have been enough time for you to see us. She probably waited until you were around to do it," he told me.
I looked at him without answering; I was hesitant. I didn't know if I should trust him or not.
"Y/n, I know it sounds far-fetched, but I swear it's true. You can ask anyone; I never dated her," he said, trying to be as convincing and reassuring as possible.
"Chris," I said, lowering my head, "I don't know if I'm supposed to believe you. I don't know if I should trust you or not."
"It's the truth, y/n, I swear. You can ask anyone. I would never do anything to hurt you," he said, squeezing my hand.
"I need time; I don't know what to think. I don't know if I should believe you or not,"
"I'll give you all the time you need," he said, nodding.
"You should rest; it's late, and you really look tired," he said, getting up.
"I'll take this with me," he said, picking up the blade from my bedside table before heading to my window.
"Chris!" I said before he left my room, and he turned around.
"Yes?" he replied.
"I don't want to be alone," I said, letting a tear fall, "Can you stay with me until I fall asleep, please?"
He took a deep breath, "Y-yeah, of course," he said, moving closer to me.
He grabbed the chair from my desk and placed it next to my bed before sitting down.
I slipped under the sheets of my bed, whispering to him, "Thank you, Chris."
"Don't thank me; it's the least I can do for you," he said with a weak smile.
Silence filled the room for a few seconds before I spoke again.
"It wasn't just because of you, you know?" I said in a weak voice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked, leaning towards me.
"I had a fight with my mom," I told him, and he nodded, signaling me to continue.
"And for the first time, I told her what I really had on my mind," I continued, sitting up against my headboard.
"I said things to her that I had never had the courage to say before, and when I went back to my room, everything hit me," I said, unable to control my voice, which occasionally broke.
"I found myself alone with my thoughts, and I started to wonder why all this was happening to me," I continued, waving my hands.
"I got lost in my own head; grief took over, and I felt this horrible weight on my chest," I said, letting a tear fall and placing my hand on my chest.
"It hurt, and I didn't know what I was supposed to do. My thoughts were screaming awful things at me, and I struggled to breathe; I felt suffocated," I said, shaking my head, and more tears began to stream down my cheeks.
"And for a brief moment, I thought that by inflicting physical pain on myself, it would get rid of all these bad thoughts," I said before biting my lip.
"I just wanted it to stop; I wanted to distract my mind. I didn't want to hurt myself, but it felt like the only solution," I said, trying to wipe away my tears.
"And now, looking back, I realize how stupid and awful it was. I don't know what came over me; it was like it was stronger than me," I added, hitting my mattress with my arm.
"I just wanted it to stop; I wanted to feel better," I said, shaking my head, and he took me into his arms.
I was so carried away by my emotions that I didn't even notice he was also crying.
"It's over now, y/n; I'm here, okay?" he said, holding me tightly.
"I'll chase away all those bad thoughts of your head for you if you want," he continued to say.
"It's going to be okay, I promise you," he said, gently stroking my head.
"I can't figure out what the hell is wrong with me," I told him, crying against his chest.
"I played a role for so long that I don't even know who I'm supposed to be," I said, clinging to his shirt.
"You're allowed to be lost; we all go through that. You'll eventually figure out who you really are; you just need to give yourself time," he reassured me.
"I know who you are, and I assure you that the person you are doesn't deserve to inflict so much pain on themselves," he continued to say.
"I just wanted to please them," I said, crying.
"Your parents?" he asked, and I nodded.
"If your parents don't love you for who you are, then they're really assholes. You deserve better than that," he said. I left his arms, wiping my tears.
"You're an amazing person, y/n, and it breaks my heart to hear you say that because you shouldn't have to beg for your parents' love, and it's just not fair," he said, caressing my cheek.
"In their place, I'd give you all the love in the world; in their place, I'd constantly tell you how proud I am of you because that's what you deserve," he said, looking into my eyes, and I couldn't help but cry.
"Thank you, Chris," I said, lowering my head.
"I'm sorry that life throws so much crap at you. If I could take away all the pain from your heart, believe me, I would," he said.
"But right now, what you need is to rest," he added.
"And I won't leave your room until you fall asleep, I promise. I'm here; you're not alone. I'm watching over you," he said, yawning.
"You're tired too," I said, smiling slightly.
"Yes, but I can wait," he said, returning a smile.
"You can sleep with me if you want," I told him.
"I don't know; won't your parents freak out?" he said, furrowing his brow.
"Not if you leave before they wake up tomorrow," I said, shrugging.
"Please, let me do this at least for you; you need to rest as much as I do," I added.
"Okay, um, do you want us to sleep in the same bed?" he asked timidly.
"You can sleep on the floor if you want, but it wouldn't be the first time you and I share a bed," I said, scratching my neck.
"Yeah, but the other times we shared a bed, y/n, it wasn't for sleeping," he said, rolling his eyes and chuckling.
"Do you think we wouldn't be able to share a bed without getting intimate?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"No, that's not what I meant. I—," he said, embarrassed, before I cut him off.
"It's okay; I'm joking. Stop being silly; come here," I said, lifting the blanket to signal him to lie down next to me, which he eventually did.
Silence filled the room, and it was a bit awkward. Chris kept tossing and turning, so I eventually spoke up, "Are you going to stop fidgeting around anytime soon?" I chuckled.
"Sorry, it's just really warm," he said, chuckling as well.
"Well, you can take off your sweater," I replied.
"Yeah, but I'm not wearing anything underneath," he said, embarrassed.
"Oh," I responded, "um, it doesn't bother me; you can take it off if you're more comfortable that way," I said, trying to play it cool.
"Are you sure?" he asked, looking into my eyes.
"Yeah, and besides, it's nothing new. I've seen you like this before," I said, feeling awkward, and he couldn't help but laugh as he took off his sweater.
"Why are you laughing ?" I asked, confused.
"Nothing; I just find this situation funny," he said, stopping his laughter.
"Oh, shut up!" I said, giving him a punch on the shoulder, and we both burst into laughter.
"I never told you, but I really love your laugh, you know?" he said without thinking, making me blush.
"Ah yeah?" I responded, embarrassed, but this time not for the same reason.
"Yeah, I find it soothing," he said, smiling.
Another silence fell. We were face to face, looking at each other without touching, as if there was a vast space between us, almost like we were afraid to make contact.
"I love your eyes," I said without really knowing where I was going with it.
"Why?" he whispered.
"When I look into them, I feel like I'm the only person on Earth," I replied, letting my heart speak.
"It's because you are the only person who truly exists in my eyes," he replied shyly.
Another silence.
"I love your lips," he said.
"I love your nose," I replied.
"I love your hips," he continued, and I could feel the tension building.
"I love your arms," I responded, quickening my breath.
"I love your hands," he replied, placing his hand on mine.
"I love your back," I said, gradually moving closer to him.
"Y/n..." he whispered, his lips just a few millimeters from mine.
"Chris," I responded, my eyes fixed on his lips.
"I love you entirely," he said in an almost inaudible voice before closing the distance between our lips.
I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer without parting our lips. Our kiss deepened, our breaths mingling, and the room's temperature became unbearable.
"Y/n, we can't," he said, separating our lips, my right hand still on his cheek.
"I know," I whispered.
He laid back next to me.
"I love you entirely too," I said, turning my head toward him, tears in my eyes.
Silence, again.
"Maybe in another universe, we got to have our story," he said, staring at the ceiling.
"I wish we were in another universe," I responded, gazing at the ceiling as well.
"Do you think in the one we are, we'll never get to have our story?" I asked him, and he turned his head to look at me.
"I don't know," he said, sighing. "All I know is that in this universe, the girl I love leaves at the end of the vacation," he added.
"I wish things were different," I said.
"I know, me too," he replied.
"Can I fall asleep in your arms?" I asked, letting a tear fall.
He didn't respond, just opened his arms for me to snuggle against his chest, which I did.
"Good night, my angel," he whispered.
"Good night, my love," I replied.
I couldn't help but shed a few tears before closing my eyes and finally managing to find sleep.
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