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HIGHEST BIDDER.

summary: tired of your virginity, you decide to auction it off — but you weren’t thinking it would be leader of the notorious group, onychinus who offers the most money of $10,000,000.

cw// 18+ virginity loss, soft sex, small plot but not really, pet names, slight? knife play, oral, she/her pronouns, choking, finger sucking, praise, dumbification, degradation, slight fingering, corruption kink( if you squint), female guided masturbation (? kinda? idk!), squirting, attempt at aftercare, the twins have a cameo. wc: 5.3k

tagging: @lvminy @kissxcore @sunasbon @preciousamethyst (hope it’s okay to tag you guys 🥹🫶🏾) @satorubi

You could only assume it was Luke or Kieran who had told Sylus where you were and perhaps what you were up to. Or maybe it was that damn crow, who insisted you stayed inside. But really, it didn’t matter who said anything because Sylus was grabbing you before a single hand flew up.

“10 million.” His voice was sharp — a hint of anger, annoyance and frustration on him, it oozed off his body and with the dazzling ruby eyes of him staring everyone down… they got the hint that he was throwing around. He was pissed. Too pissed to hear what anyone else had to say. Power rolled off of him in waves everyday but it was obvious that this day, and this girl and this place was provoking him.

The auctioneer's lips trembled in his presence. “T-ten million going at once.” He awkwardly scanned the room, not a cough of a mumble was heard. “Going twice.” Breads of sweat gathered around his forehead and he swallowed. “Sold!” He exclaimed, nodding his head rapidly in Slyus’ direction, guiding the both of you towards a secluded area.

He scoffed and tightened his grip on your body, it took him little to no effort to hand over his card and in a few seconds the transaction was completed; a portion for them and the bigger sum of the money going to you. His eyes narrowed as he glared at you briefly.

You couldn’t help but feel like the stupidest person ever and perhaps at this moment… you were. Being stuck inside and with nowhere to go most days because of the claims of dangers awaiting you, it was tiring. Plus, you had urges, like anyone else – womanly and carnal urges, desires and fantasies. You couldn’t help yourself when Luke mentioned it in passing and Kieran slapped him on the head telling him to shut up about it; it was simply interesting and something Linkon City would’ve never allowed.

You hated the silence. “Are…are you mad at me?” Walking out of the pale building and to the dark cold outside, moving close to his motorcycle. Looking around you think about how the tenebrific ambience that’s casted over this place, it really wasn’t the same as where you grew up, time moves differently here, almost.

“You went into the N109 Zone alone, potentially putting yourself in danger and you want to know if I’m mad at you?” He speaks with a hard tone, his touch scorching hot against your arm, his touch addicting. “Of all the times to be reckless…” He does a heavy sigh, followed by pinching the bridge of his nose.

He’s handing you a helmet and putting his own, sitting down and waiting for your arms to wrap around his waist before he drives off. The wind rushes through you swiftly and no matter how many times you’re on his motorcycle, you can’t help but to feel fear course through every fiber of your body.

Time always seemed to move faster when you were with him and it moved especially fast being on his motorcycle, he drove dangerously and it always led to you clinging more closer to him than you realized.

Upon making it back, you jumped off the motorcycle and handed him the helmet, shaking your hair to make sure it looked halfway decent.

Stepping back inside of the Headquarters of Onychinus, Luke popped his head around the corner and you mustered up the angriest glare that you could make him cower away. You could hear him and Kieran chattering about something. “No use in being mad at them, you brought this on to yourself.” Sylus told you, ushering you into his room.

You just sighed, sitting with your legs crossed on a singular chair that was near a small table in the room. The air felt more tense and uncomfortable than the other times you were here and you couldn’t help but to think of how for once you wished that Mephisto was here so that you wouldn’t be alone with him, not with this temper he clearly had. “Listen Sylus, it was a stupid thing and I know that—”

Lightening wasn’t as quick as him when he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you. Nothing with him was ever warm and inviting, always hard and even a bit mean but luckily not forceful. His tongue licked at your lips and you complied with no hesitation. His tongue felt hot against your own, it sent flames up your body and you could feel everything in the pit of your stomach and to your throat. When he pulled away, he looked at you and from the way he smirked… you knew you looked out of it. Your eyes alone felt heavy and your knees were wobbling, too weak to stand. With your eyes on his, you watched the dazzling red become harder to look away from.

The voices came strong and with a clear message: “fuck him… fulfill your desires…” they spoke to you and you both loved and hated the throbbing sensation that followed. You wanted to remind yourself that he was an enemy… it was too hard to do when he looked like he did and with a voice as deep and rich, it was almost unbearable. Yes, he was an enemy but you couldn’t lie to yourself; you knew the real reason you went to the auction was to make him jealous. You don’t know what it is about him that makes you react the way it does but it burns inside of you and to your very core.

When the light from his eye dimmed and with rapid blinks you were back and felt more stable. “Your little mind always tells me more than your lips do. If you wanted me… I would’ve given you all of me with no hesitation.” It sounded like a promise and it swayed you, you leaned into his arms. “I can try to be gentle.” He whispered close to you, his eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips.

“Sylus,” His name trembles out of your lips. “I want you to touch me. I want you to make me…” You squeezed your thighs together. “I want you to make me feel good.” You felt too vulnerable in his presence but the truth slipped from your lips so fast as if you were forced to.

He looked as if something took over him, desire deep in his ruby eyes and you couldn’t look away from him, too turned on. “Take your clothes off.” His husky voice said above you. He didn’t move, just watched you shuffle your clothes off until you were in nothing but your panties; when you moved to take those off, it was then that he stopped you. “I’ll handle the rest.” He assured you before he laid you down — your head on his soft black pillows and your body rigid.

You don’t know where the knife came from until it’s rubbing up your calf and moving its way up to your underwear, the cool metal piercing your skin just barely. Your breathing labored and measured, trying not to show your fear but it was failing you. “Stay still, I would hate to nick your pretty skin.” The knife tickled your thighs when he finally snipped open the front that held your secret possession.

He groaned at the sight, audible and bit his lips to contain himself more. You wanted to cover yourself but when your legs moved even a tiny bit to hide, he spread them wider and the cool breezes from around the room slapped across your feverish cunt. There was a smile so deep on his lips as he spread your lips open for him to see. “You ever touched down here?” The way he said it, as if you were all innocent, he narrowed his eyes when you nodded yes. “Show me.”

“H-huh?” You stuttered out. “I can’t just…”

“Just show me what you normally do… when you’re all alone… in your room…under the covers.” He says it slowly, letting you absorb every word he says.

You’re bare and can feel just how comfortable his comforter set was. Your cunt wet and inviting but his eyes stay on yours, which makes it harder for you to breathe. “I just kinda just do…” Clumsily you spread your lips and simply slid your fingers around yourself, barely focusing on your clit but already overwhelmed. “But I can’t make myself cum, ‘m too sensitive.” His eyes transfixed on your fingers and pussy as you work yourself, your face contorting between pleasure and something else before you stop, heavily breathing.

“Oh? No wonder you’re so unsatisfied, you don’t know your own body. Good thing I’m here to help.” He’s closer, sitting at the end of the bed yet so close to you. He spreads your legs and you can see a glimpse of excitement dancing in his eyes. He inspects you – stroking up your legs and inching his way up and down your thighs, ignoring how with every touch your breath hitches and your toes curl. “I haven’t even touched you that much and you’re already a mess.” He spreads you; opens you up and closes your folds again completely immersed in the gushy noises that follows.

“This,” Sylus says, spreading your sticky lips apart and his breathing getting heavier. “This is your pretty little clit.” He taps the bud with the rough pads of his fingers. “She sits right here behind these lips.” His fingers are lighting a fire and trailing it around your body. “Open these up again… and this,” you gasp, his fingers sitting right in the spot you never touch. “This twitching little hole? That’s where I’m going to fill you up.” He chuckles humorously, circling the hole and gathering the leaking wetness there, your hips rising on their own accord before he pulls away.

“Now, your turn.”

“But I—” You’re close to tears, wetness gathered at your lash line daring to fall. “I can’t, I don’t think I can do it like you.” You hated how needy you sounded and how clingy you were being.

“I hardly did anything. Just simple touches, to show you where everything was. Pleasure points that you should follow. Did you want more? Did you like how I touched you, little one?” You couldn’t help but to gasp at the nickname, it filled your body with more wetness and he watched it leak down to his sheets.

Your insides continue to flutter at the name and your face feels hot. “This is what you paid for right? Might as well get your fill from it.” You try to sound bold and intimidating but his demeanor just softens at your attempt.

“As you wish.” He bends down and cups your cheek before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and you can’t help but to squeal a bit at the warmth that his lips bring you. His fingers brush your face before he moves his mouth down to your neck, licking a stripe before sucking on your skin. You can feel his lips curling into a smile at every noise you make. “I could do this all day… but where’s the fun in that? I’m sure you’ll make even better noises when I touch here.” Cupping the palm of his hand and gently slapping it against your core, your back arches and a whiny moan slips out.

“See? So much better.” You hate the smug look on his face, his red eyes radiant in the dim room staring you down makes you self conscious and ready to hide yourself from him. “I’m going to put my fingers right here,” His breath tickling your core. “Then my tongue, okay?”

You just nod…unable to speak, he watches your face and holds his fingers up to your lips.“Put 'em in your mouth for me, get' em all wet…” Your tongue slides between them, saliva spilling out of the corners of your mouth. “Good girl,” he patted your head, ruffling your hair and you couldn’t help the feeling that took over you. Your mind was everywhere yet nowhere, just him… that was all your mind could think of and be consumed with. The praise had your body on a different kind of high.

He uses those same cool wet fingers to open you wider. Slowly dipping inside of you, circling your center and easing inside, making you tighten up. “Don’t clench, just relax. It’ll only hurt more if you do that.” You take a few deep breaths, allowing your chest to fill up and expand before a release. He spreads your lips and he just looks. There’s a hum on his lips before he kisses your clit; full tongue running across the sensitive area. Your back lifts and arches off the bed but putting his hand on your lower stomach – he forces you to take it. There’s a look in his eyes that’s daring you to disobey him and it makes your tummy flutter.

He puts his full tongue against your clit and you try not to move but your body trembles. His fingers draw circles around your thighs, inching closer to your slit. It makes you realize that he was simply distracting you to alleviate the slight pain from when his fingers actually slipped inside. When they did, you gasped aloud. “Syl–us… please.” Your legs threatened to close but you forced yourself to keep them open and it took a lot out of you.

“Good girl.” He muttered, obviously appreciating your efforts. “So tight…” He tries to move his finger but you only flinch and groan, which makes him use two fingers from his opposite hand to rub lazy circles against your clit. That alongside your breathing helps your body relax and brings a lot of ease to you, opening yourself up. He slowly strokes your insides, taking his time to drag it forward and back, slipping it out before bringing it back inside. You can’t help but notice how eyes flicker from your lower half to your face occasionally but you don’t say anything. “Deep breath.” He tells you before he slips another finger in beside the other.

You whine when he moves them both inside of you, your body rocking against his fingers with a circular motion of your hips. He opens them up before closing them again, you grip the sheets. He felt so deep inside of you with just his fingers… the real thing would be different – longer and thicker – you didn’t know if you were ready. “You’re overthinking aren't you? Just focus on how you’re feeling right now.” His eyes are on yours, his fingers curling inside of you so deliciously that you forget to breathe. When he takes them out, you feel incredibly empty, your hole clenching for more. You're huffing and shaking when you look his way again, he’s opening and closing the two fingers that were inside of you; playing with the slick that was there before he sucks them off. He slips them back inside, sliding them on your inner walls and pressing upwards – the pads of his fingers rubbing circles inside of your soft insides; which makes you squeeze his fingers tight. Rubbing your clit again to soothe you, he slowly curves them as he slips them out – you gasp at the feeling.

He grips your hips and forces you to slide down, his breath knocking the wind out of you when you feel it right by your slit. Your fingers tightly gripping the duvet in anticipation, awaiting his tongue. You gasp when his tongue circles over the hole, nudging there just a bit before he licks up a wet trail; moving back to your clit. He plants a small kiss on the pink throbbing bud, then another before he takes it in his mouth and sucks. His tongue moving around in shapes you can’t make out until you feel the hard S he craves in with his mouth, his head rocking against your legs. When the Y comes, he’s peeling back the hood of your clit and flicking the initial inside rapidly. He slides his face down before he finishes, he pulls your sticky lips apart and dives inside. The tip of his tongue sliding back and forth achingly and painfully slow, his head shaking to the sides when he licks upwards, curving his tongue to hit a particular spongy spot that makes your thighs shake. Your fingers now dig through his silvery hair, pulling when he does a harsh lick against your core. “Taste so good…” He mumbles, rolling your clit between his tongue.

The obscene noises that you hear comes from his mouth feasting on you – slurping, sucking and even the noises of his own groans. Groans that were akin to a dying man giving his last prayer, his groans were drowning out the sounds of your own moans. “I can’t take it–” Slushing sloppy noises are what drowns out your moans and pleads. “Sylus please…” You can feel your own wetness under your bottom and embarrassment floods through you, and at the right time his nose bumps into your clit and you grind into it more with a huff; nothing but useless babbling coming out of your mouth. Another lick causes your toes to curl and your body to twist and coil when a leaking orgasm passes through you; which doesn’t stop him from sucking everything that you have to offer.

His hair now disheveled from you tugging and pulling on it — his face sopping wet from your juices and you can’t help but look away from him, he sits completely upwards. “Look at me.” Your eyes back on his, biting your lip before you looked down at the bulge in his pants – it looked so big and your mouth ran dry. It was an accident and unconscious thing but you licked your lips while staring and before you knew it, he was speaking again. “You look really interested in pleasing me.” His brow is arched and his voice low. “This is going to be fun.” He said more to himself than you, standing and unzipping his pants.

You were still completely naked yet he was clothed – almost fully – just his cock sitting out of his pants standing hard and proud against his stomach. This sight before you made you remember who was in power and just how much power you lacked. But wordlessly, you got on your knees. “You want it? Want my cock? ‘Can see how you’re panting for it.” He was truly condescending and knew how to put you in your place, but the way he made you cum made you see nothing but starlight and you wanted to please him.“Come and take what you want sweetie, take what you need.” You stared – 7 and a half inches of a tanned cock and two firm balls blocked your view of everything else – the tip leaking with white sticky precum dripping down. You trace your tongue up the sides, licking up anything you can to get the taste of him before you kiss the head; then you open your mouth around him and let your teeth run against the sides before you suck him in.

“Watch your teeth, kitten.” His nose scrunched up and he closed his eyes, his shoulders growing relaxed, you take what you can’t fit in your mouth in your hand and give it a few gentle strokes. “And be careful around the— thehead.” He says when your tongue runs a circle around the tip and one wet suck. His face relaxes for a second and you can’t help but to look him over. You knew he was good looking but right now with pleasure all over him, he looks a thousand times better.

The heaviness in your mouth felt so foreign but you welcomed it, the masculine salty taste that followed when you bobbled your head back and the way your cheeks puffed out because of him; it felt good. Your saliva dripped on the floor beneath you, your technique sloppy but when Sylus gripped the back of your head, you felt like you were on cloud nine. He gently guided you, pulling you forward and back – letting your mouth take him as deep as you can, before he pulled you back off. He inches himself inside, you suck and swallow around him, hearing him groan above you sent your body into a frenzy. You choke a bit but he keeps a steady pace to train your mouth again, muffled moans erupt from you when he moves your head again, hitting a deeper spot almost reaching the back of your throat.

“Such a good girl…” He cooed and a whine slipped through your lips, his praise making your thighs clench together. When he finally pulled you off, strings of spit broke off from your mouth and his dick. “I’m going to come inside of you.” He tells you, but you can barely register what he’s saying too far gone on your high of being used. You’re smiling a dopey grin and he squeezes the sides of your face to make you look at him, your glossy eyes in a permanent daze. “That was only the beginning, are you sure you can handle the rest?”

“Mhm. I’m sure.” Your voice is trembling and hoarse as you speak. You wanted to feel him cum inside of your throat but maybe you were being too greedy, your body swayed. He lifted you up from the floor, your knees burning. You lay there, your eyes droopy as you wait for him, all you hear is movement and a zipper before he returns to you.

“You belong to me, got it?” His hand wrapped around your throat. “Your body is mine to please, to fuck with… to do whatever I want with. And I don’t plan on letting you forget it.” His voice is hard and mean again, his jaw tense as he stares in your eyes.

“I knowww.” A whimper mixed with a whine comes from your throat. He doesn’t say anything, just sighs. Your body trembles and you sniffle, it makes him cradle your hand in his hands.

“You’re shaking, are you that scared?” He asks you gently, as if you’re a flower who needs tending to. Your eyes wide but say nothing. He laced your fingers together, his hands covering the both of yours in an iron grip. “It’s okay kitten, I won’t hurt you.”

You yelp upon feeling a cool sensation hit your lower half, him rubbing it more inside. He’s hovering over you, his beautiful face watching over yours as he slides his cock over your pussy, not daring to push it inside. He just moves his hips well enough that you’re gasping every time, his tip bumps your clit and you bite your lip, your nails ready to pierce his back. You lean into his touch and he kisses your jaw, trailing them down and gently nibbling at your collarbone, sucking on the skin. “Relax,” He says, playing with your wet folds, he starts to play with your clit again and you shiver. “I’ll be gentle.” Did Sylus truly know the meaning of the word? You’re wailing when he slides just the head in, barely. Easing a small bit of his tip in and fucking you just a tiny bit.

Then you feel him nudging more inside of you – his head thick and the squelching noises of him moving in make you tense up, but he whispers in your hair to calm you down and then you’re sucking him in. Your voice is gurgly when more of him slides in, a new found warmth inside of you. “Still so tight…” A strained groan fell from his lips, you reached from him with tears in your eyes. Sylus didn’t move, he rubbed your hair but stayed there then he did a tiny jerk of his hips, the stretch makes you sob, but you know that he’s only barely inside of you and that there was more to come. He tells you to take a deep breath and you listen, not wanting to be in any more pain; he slips more of it inside, a thumb on your clit. He presses his thumb and does small circles around it – strangled sounds come out of your lips – he still hasn't moved.

You look at him, you put his face in your hands and look in his eyes, telling him just how ready you are for this. He’s working his cock in slowly, inch by inch but he looks like he's scared to overwhelm you. When his pelvis meets yours you gasp…your hips buckle when he completely bottoms out, a sigh dying on your lips and tears free falling… it didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to but the pain still lingered. Your eyes rolling back and you squeal, your fingers holding tightly against him. “Oh…oh… Sylus.” Panting – your eyes probably filled with hearts — as you look at him, lovingly. The stringing stretch subsides when he does a small thrust, not too deep but enough to make you feel good. He pulls back and pushes himself back inside, watching your expression as you take him.

He’s being as gentle as he can, you notice. His hips thrusting soft, just nudging the soft spots inside of you. He pushes inside of you again, the first painless thrust and you both moan. Your belly tenses when he speeds up and the noises of wet skin slapping makes your body heat up. He’s rocking his hips against yours, circling his hips clockwise in a way that makes you shudder. You can feel him throbbing and pulsing inside of you, he fucks you a bit harder than before. The sound of his balls slapping against you is all you can hear – his strokes getting deeper as he slows down, you look down and see the strings of wetness coating his cock as he stuffs you full of it again. “God, feels so good inside of you.” His mouth slightly agape.

A small squirt of wetness spills out of you as he thrusts inside, some of it under your bodies and some of it splashing upwards as he digs deeper inside of you. You’re squirming and squirting, eyes crossing over when you hear him say: “Marking your territory, kitten?” It only makes you gush more, squeezing around him. You can feel his deep chuckles as it vibrates from his chest to yours – he’s always mocking you but right now you could care less —the way your body feels has you ready to bend to his whim. “This little kitten and these sharp claws…” he hisses when you press your nails deeper into his skin, you dig them down his back. The long drag of his cock felt amazing against your walls, a small sharp thrust inside has you both grunting.“Clenching around me so hard.” He kisses the top part of your head and you relish in how caring he’s been, you almost forgot how any of this started.

“What’s my name?” His voice thick with a bit of annoyance, it was clear that he didn’t forget how any of this started. You felt full, lifting your hips trying to meet his thrust, his cock hitting spongy parts inside of you that made you see nothing but bright colors.

“Sy-Sylus!” Your eyes rolling back in your skull and your mouth in a permanent ‘o’ shape as he’s inside of you, pure bliss in the form of the gentle thrusting of his body into yours.

“Who do you belong to?” His teeth clenched and he’s squeezing your waist hard, staring at you… his ruby red eyes glowing in the dim room. His pace picking up faster, squelching plopping noises from the two of you grew louder.

“Youuuu. Sylus.” You admit, puffy pussy sucking him inside. “I belong to you.” He touches your stomach, gazing at it as he fucks himself inside of you.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” His hand on your throat. Grinding his pelvis against yours, your clit pulsing against him. He stops and slides out before he jerks back in, gripping your thighs.

“Sylus!” You’re breathing hard and feel him twitching inside of you when you say his name again.

“And you tried to give it away.” He slapped your cunt and you jolted, a small squirt coming out of you.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is muffled and tears fall; you feel so good and you can’t believe you made the stupid decision in the first place when you could’ve asked him to do this… to make you feel this good. Closing your eyes, you focus on the feeling. He’s stretching you out, squeezing your ass in both of his hands to further spread your body open for his pleasure.

“Eyes on me. Keep looking at me. Look at me while I touch you. Look at me when I make you cum.” Your eyes still closed and he sighs. “Look at me or I’ll stop.” He gives a sloppy wet thrust pumping his cock inside of you.

That simple statement made your eyes snap open, “Sylus please…please don’t stop!” There’s a tremor in your voice and the bed creaks at the same time; your wet walls swallowing him deeper inside. “Please fill me up. I need it.” You’re babbling and the curve of his cock hits a new spot inside of you, the tip grazing your cervix just slightly… just enough to make you feel good and to gasp around him.

It felt like he was going to devour you.

And you craved it.

So you let him.

It was one last thrust that was your undoing as you both cum, your back arched and your body feeling completely boneless, wetness slipping out of you as he pulled away. Your body shaking, he kisses you and pulls you close to his bare chest. As you’re drifting to sleep you hear him whisper in the sweetest voice, “I truly do adore you.”

But maybe you dreamt it.

When you wake, your body is covered in sweat and a heavy arm has you caged in. There’s a dull ache between your thighs and you feel wetness there too, you shiver. You slide from behind the arm and attempt to stand. “Fuck.” You mutter, looking for your clothes or for any clothes. You mentally slap yourself upon remembering that Sylus cut your panties as you rummage through his closet. You pull out a folded plain dress and slip it on, making your way out of his bedroom. You close the door gently so that he can stay asleep and you walk towards the main hall.

“Sounds like Boss really taught you a lesson.” You heard snickering and with a slight limp to your walk, you moved over to slap Luke’s arm.

“Looks like it too.” Kieran said, making you hit him too. “It’s not like we didn’t hear it, you two were so loud that Mephisto left and I swear before he left that he tried to cover his ears. I would’ve done it too, if I thought it would drown off the ‘Sylus don’t stop’ you kept moanin.” Mimicking your voice made you kick him in the shin, which he yelped at.

“Both of you just hush. I-I’m leaving.” You make your way for the door as they trail behind you.

“So this is you attempting to sneak off?” Luke snorts, you know he’s rolling his eyes behind the mask.

“Yeah right, boss really isn’t letting you leave now.” Kieran chuckles.

“They’re right, you know.” For a split second your body is lifted in the air and slammed against the front of a hard naked chest and for possibly the millionth time today, your body felt hot all over. “You really won’t be leaving my side now.”

But you already knew that.

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rotapathetic · 2 months ago

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͏͏͏✧྅ ˚ . ᯇ ིུ͠* TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE meeting reader ਉl̈́ਉ * :.･ﾟ･ 🎧

❝bro is mesmerized❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who isn’t afraid to go after what he wants irl stream

HE ™ pinched a brow at the screen. “is it lagging? well, pretty sure service sucks right here, but we’re almost at the store, it’s fine.” rafe told the chat that was going crazy about the stream lagging and missing what rafe was saying.

wasn’t his first time being in public with a camera, talking to it. not his last. after his viewers took the poll about what rafe would be doing on the irl stream, going to the mall won. he planned on just walking around and shopping, but when one user brought up popmart, everyone else agreed that he should get a blind box.

rafe, not too familiar with the subject, asked what’s the best to get. his chat wasn’t too helpful, either saying different answers or telling him to just get what he liked. either way, he’d do whatever to make his viewers happy.

he was a few feet from the store when someone approached him, asking for a picture. after taking it, he took a look at his chat.

user: she’s selling that pic user: look at him getting recognized 😭 user: third person to do that. . user: this guy thinks he’s tuff

rafe pulled a blank face at the last comment. “someone ban that guy for misspelling tough.” he told his mods. weird comments like that rafe usually ignored, but when he felt like it, he got his moderators to ban the user either for a while or indefinitely from his chat. he doesn’t need that negativity in his community.

rafe stepped inside popmart, looking around. “gosh, it’s pink and bright.” he spotted some characters he recognized. he turned the camera, pointing it at a giant figure. “is that a purple hello kitty?” he asked the viewers. he read the responses. “what is a kuromi? guys, i don’t know anyone.” he defended himself when they started attacking him for not knowing the sanrio character.

he turned the camera back to himself. “okay, what do i get? there’s so many options. i see these huge figures, don’t think i need those. .” he read the chat.

user: blind boxes!! user: he’s so cute for being confused 🥰🥰 user: ask someone idk

“ask someone? ’kay.” he turned to spot someone. he saw a girl frowning at two boxes in her hands. he smiled at her adorable confusion. “i’ll go ask her.” he made his way towards the girl.

“did they just speak to you? i would be confused too.” you slightly startled, turning to the voice. you were looking at a blonde guy with a camera held near his face. and rafe was looking at a girl he’s so glad he just walked up to.

a soft smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “i wish. then maybe one of them could tell me which one to get.” you twisted your lips, looking to the boxes instead of the boy. it wasn’t the camera that was making you nervous. just his presence.

“what’s the difference?” rafe angled the camera down to put you out of view. he looked over your shoulder, your heights making it easy for him to see. you held the one in your right hand closer. “this one contains a rare, but it’s only a slight possibility i’ll get it.” you held up the one in your left hand. “this one is a collection i’ve been wanting. .” you trailed off.

yeah, rafe had no clue what you were talking about. “i’m actually new to this. .” you turned your head to him, excited. and rafe saw it. “i think you’re the perfect girl to explain to me what any of that means.”

you bit down a smile. “maybe. .” you turned to him fully. “what are you thinking of getting?”

rafe was so enraptured, staring at you and your giddiness to explain the world of trinkets, he didn’t notice the chat going crazy.

user: bro is mesmerized user: he has NOT looked at chat in an hour user: waitt love this for her user: might as well end the stream i feel like i’m intruding

rafe shrugged, glancing around. “what do you like?” he peered into your eyes as he said it. you suddenly forgot everything you’ve ever liked.

user: horrible pick up, buddy user: that better not work

you walked over to some boxes with cool looking figures surrounding them, showing what’s in the boxes. “i really like these,” you pointed. “they’re the ones i was actually deciding about.” then you turned, pointing at another set.

“but these are really popular. i. . i don’t know. i guess it’s just whatever looks nice to you.” you were slightly failing at keeping it cool.

rafe looked to the ones you said you liked. “those are sick. what are they called?” he picked up a box, showing it to the camera. you noticed, picking up another box, and handing it to him to show the camera. “they’re skull pandas. what do you think?”

rafe was stumped at you giving him a box to show his viewers. not only haven’t you mentioned the camera, but you were helping him give his viewers good content. and they noticed.

user: she tryna hit user: she’s so nice, can i see? 🥺🙏 user: @? i don’t need to know what she looks like

“yeah, i like them. i think i also like ones that look creepy? i like things that look weird, i don’t know. .” rafe went to grab two when you held out the basket you were holding for him to drop them into. rafe took notice of that as well. were you this nice to everyone or was rafe special? he actually doesn’t care, he just loves the attention you’re giving him.

“me too!” you spoke a little louder than you meant to. you scrunched your face in a silent wince, rafe chuckling softly at you. were you not able to speak about your interests? okay, well, that’s coming to a stop.

“yeah? what’s the weirdest thing you like?” rafe continued walking around with you at his side, you two falling into step easily, only having known each other for a few minutes.

user: unexpected but needed side quest user: oh he likess her

“um. . probably weird animated series’. or video game lore that i can recite. some memes that probably aren’t funny to a lot of people.” you decided to keep it mild. he doesn’t need to know your true form right now.

“i feel like we’d find similar things funny. i talk to a screen for a living. . not much gets weirder than that.” rafe picked up another box, showing it to you silently. you nodded enthusiastically. rafe dropped three boxes in your basket. two are for you.

you giggled at the last thing he said. “oh! i know this collection that i think you would like. .” you held up your index finger then scurried off to find the section.

rafe watched you go, then when he couldn’t strain his neck anymore, looked down to his chat. “i’m about to buy this entire store for this girl. .”

user: do it you won’t user: she’s got you smiling like a psycho btw user: let’s see her!!

“i’m not showing her.” he quickly shut down the asks.

user: get her snap

rafe pulled a face. “i’m not asking for her snap, i’ll ask for her number. mods, ban this guy for being corny.”

you were making your way back with options. rafe looked up to see you paused, waiting for him to finish talking to his viewers. when he gave a slight nod with a chuckle, you stepped up and showed him the boxes. “i don’t know, i remembered i saw these earlier and thought you would like them.”

rafe rose a brow. “you’re already thinking of me? i missed you while you were gone, by the way.”

you scrunched your nose, sticking out the boxes. you’d end up babbling if you tried to respond to that.

rafe bit a smirk, grabbing the boxes. “you got them for me, of course i’ll get them.”

your eyes widened a little. “but do you like them? i could grab another one if you don’t.”

rafe dropped his cool. “i think i might go insane if i leave this store without your number.”

user: please say yes girl, i don’t want to know what he looks like insane

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i-love-ptv · 11 months ago

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Stacy’s Mom Has Got It Goin’ On ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣

Pairing: Husband!Rafe Cameron x Soccer-mom!Wife!Reader

It’s not easy being a soccer-mom, especially when dads hit on you at every game as if you’re not married to Rafe.

Wc: 1,596

Fluff, Protective Rafe making an appearance, kinda pushy guy (idk what to say)

An: I’ve really wanted to write a fic based on this song, and this idea randomly popped into my head so! Am I using the names I wanna name my kids? Yes, yes I am.

Not proofread tbh

Feedback always appreciated lovelies!! xx

“I’ll be back, ‘mkay doll?”

You hum in acknowledgement, eyes peering back at the field after looking up.

Your husband, Rafe, leant down and places a firm kiss on your forehead.

“Yeahhh, Daddy’s gonna be back, baby.” Rafe coos at your two year old, who was sitting on your lap, babbling freely while peering at him with her big doe eyes.

Rafe walks off the bleachers in search of the concession stand to buy food for the three of you.

You brush your hand over your young daughter’s head, making sure her somewhat oversized hat is still covering her head entirely. Her hand wraps around your index finger.

It was oddly humid today, if you continued moving, you’d break a slight sweat. You can't even imagine what your daughter—Stacy must be feeling, running around on the large grassy field under the beaming bright sun.

You were proud of your baby girl though, nonetheless. And so was Rafe, of course.

You shout loudly when you notice the game is about to start, bellowing out a “Go Stacy!”

Stacy’s eyes easily found yours, for you and Rafe would always sit in the same spot on the bleachers.

Her eyes were slightly wide due to your shout, despite you and Rafe always cheering for her during her games.

She’s motioning for you to ‘shh’, putting her fingers to her lips before getting into her position.

“Which one’s yours?” You hear to the left of you, the unknown voice makes you tear your eyes away from the field.

You smile shortly at the unfamiliar man next to you, “Number 22.”

You can’t help but notice how he’s rather scruffy looking, an odd contrast to your upkept husband with his neatly buzzed hair.

“Mine’s number 13.” He says, flashing his teeth at you.

You gasp and shoot up a little, making you look down at your daughter on your lap. “Valerie’s yours? Oh she’s just the sweetest!”

The man chuckles, looking deeply in your eyes. This makes your eyebrows raise, slightly in confusion, but mostly in discomfort.

He hadn’t done anything out of the norm, you’d randomly talk to the other moms around too, but something about him made you uncomfortable.

“My name's Brandon, and yours?”

You introduce yourself briefly, before turning back towards the game.

His eyes dart to your left hand, looking for a ring, for any indication that you belong to someone else. He smiles sharply when he finds your fingers bare. This goes unnoticed by you.

Little does he know, you do have your ring on, just around your neck.

Your biggest fear was your youngest accidentally pulling off your ring, resulting in you losing it. Or, even worse: it pokes her eye or something of that nature.

You suppose you could be considered a ‘Helicopter-mom’ at times, simply going to the extremes to make sure your kids are happy and healthy at every point in time.

Rafe is the exact same way, maybe even a little worse. But you knew he was just protective, he loves this life that he has with you, since he had no idea the two of you would’ve been together for so long.

You had started dating Rafe when you were 18 and he was 19. It was good for the first few months, disregarding the few arguments that you had. But then, you had caught Rafe doing cocaine.

You don’t think you’ll ever be able to shake the look on his face from your memory.

You weren’t supposed to be at the party, you said you were busy filling out college applications.

So when he was mid-line, and he saw you standing there all dolled up, watching him with glossy eyes, he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

You weren’t supposed to find out, he wanted to keep this away from you, to keep you close to him.

He promised that he would try and stay sober for you, but eventually he’d give in every time the opportunity was in front of him. This resulted in several arguments, and surprisingly, a break up.

But things are different now. You both are in your 30’s, you got married, and of course, had two beautiful babies together.

Rafe knew he’d be crazy to fuck things up now, when he has the perfect life right in front of him.

Speaking of which; you’re really starting to wonder what the hell is taking him so long just to get some goddamn hotdogs and drinks.

You’re bouncing your knee anxiously, which makes your daughter giggle. You wish she wasn’t finding this amusing, but you know she can’t help it.

“Well who’s this cute girl, huh?” The man coos, tickling your daughter’s side.

“Her name is Noelle.” You huff, your mood quickly shifting due to this stranger touching your daughter.

He lets out another chuckle, you wish you never had to hear it again. “Sounds like you’re quoting Teenage Dirtbag to me.”

You give him a pointed look, you’re really getting sick of his pestering. “That’s where I got it from.”

Abruptly, the crowd starts cheering madly. You look around and see Stacy's team celebrating briefly; they had just scored a goal.

You cheer and clap, grabbing Noelle’s chubby hands and making her raise her arms wildly while giggling with her.

“Y’know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we could-” Before Brandon could finish his sentence, none other than Rafe Cameron comes stomping up the bleachers, huffing and puffing angrily.

He sits down and sighs, “God, I’m sorry babe. The line was so long! I swear I’m going grey right now.”

“And I missed the goddamn play!” Rafe exclaims. He looks over at you and immediately goes quiet once he sees those wide baby eyes that look at him curiously.

“Da?” Noelle mutters, reaching her tiny hands towards Rafe’s larger ones.

“Yeah. Da’s here babygirl, do you want your food? Huh sweet girl?”

Rafe hands you your food, setting his food aside so he can put Noelle in his lap. He begins to split half his hotdog in pieces for her.

You glance to the left, you notice Brandon looking like a fish out of water.

Rafe is the CEO of one of, if not the biggest business company around. And Brandon had just borderline harassed his wife, who was holding his child.

Brandon sneers at the two of you in silence while the game continues, nearly boiling at the fact that he couldn’t have you.

Your head is laying on Rafe’s shoulders, you’re rubbing circles on Noelle’s shoulder as she settles down.

“Everything alright babe?” Rafe asks, trying to peer down at your face.

You untuck your necklace with your wedding ring from your shirt, fiddling with it. “Yeah, now that you’re here Ray.”

There’s silence between the two of you for a few seconds.

“…What does that mean?”

You hesitate to answer, but you do regardless, “Nothing! It’s just uh..That guy next to me, was kinda like hassling me I guess.”

This makes Rafe straighten his back.

“He do somethin’ to you doll?” Rafe questions in a whisper. You know you have about 30 seconds to try and calm him down before he’s banned from every soccer game left in the season.

“No, okay? I’m fine, it’s cool. I need you to calm down Ray.”

Rafe’s nose is flaring, “What about Ellie? Did he touch her?”

You feel your throat closing up, your heart is damn near pounding out of your chest.

You don’t say anything to Rafe, but that look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

You grab his bicep, trying to keep him grounded. Even though he’s changed, some parts of him haven’t.

Rafe speaks lowly in your ear, but not too much to frighten you in any way. “I’ll take care of it, okay? Don’t worry y’pretty little head about it.”

Rafe presses a firm kiss against your cheek, then presses a softer one to your lips.

After 30 more minutes, and 2 more goals, Stacy’s team wins.

You and Rafe cheer loudly, letting out “That’s our baby girl!”

You meet Stacy at the bottom of the bleachers, holding Noelle in your hand as the littlest claps her hands between Stacy’s face.

You’re too busy congratulating your daughter to notice Rafe pulling Brandon aside while his daughter, Valerie is off talking to her friends.

Rafe puts a firm hand on his shoulder, “Hey man.”

Brandon lets out a nervous laugh, “Hey there, Rafe Cameron, right?”

“Yeah, let’s keep this short. I better not see or hear you talking to my wife again, do you hear me? I don’t give a shit what happened.”

Rafe continues shortly, “And keep your fucking hands to yourself, if I find out you touched my either of my daughters again, I swear to God himself I’ll put you under.”

The two men are holding eye contact, one looks with confidence and borderline rage, while the other looks with fear.

Rafe walks down the bleachers, meeting you and your girls.

“You were amazing out there sweetheart!” Rafe smiles while pulling Stacy into a bear hug.

“Jesus dad, you’re crushing me!” Stacy laughs with a slight wheeze.

Rafe ruffles her hair and puts his arm around your neck.

“All good to go?”

You nod your head, and with that, the four of you begin to walk to Rafe’s parked car.

Rafe realizes that this isn’t the first time you’ve been hit on at a soccer game, or anywhere in fact. And this definitely won’t be the last.

Cause everybody’s in love with Stacy’s mom.

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thecoochiefairy · 3 months ago

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grillz. onyankopon.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 8.0K word count. wifeblackfem!reader, husband! onyankapon, football! onyankopon, grumpy!onyankapon, sweet!onyankapon, dominant!onyankapon, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, hair pulling, creaming, squirting, pussy eating, choking, praising, LOTS of dirty talk/aggressive dirty talk, condomless sex, creaming, slapping ass/face, kissing, just a fine ass black man, minors aren’t welcome!

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━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ y’all already know what it is, it’s yo’ favorite couple. i just hope you like this one. ony is very grillz by nelly + paul wall coded, idk. anyways. lemme hush. for reference, my girl’s hair is in that curly/braids jayda-wayda hairstyle if it seemed confusing ! aight, love y’all. bye. teehee.

visual. visual. visual. visual.

𝓐ᥫ᭡:: your husband is invited to a basketball game.

YOU MIGHT’VE BEEN MORE NEUROTIC THAN YOUR MOTHER IN LAW. You came to that conclusion as you sprinted through the house, the scent of vanilla and jasmine wafting through the air each time you found something else to fixate on.

You were supposed to be ready an hour ago. Your husband had been invited to a Lakers VS Pelicans game—and if being honest, this might’ve been your first outing since you had your third baby.

Saint, you’d named him. A little too on the nose, but Onyankopon wanted to keep the tradition of your children’s names going. This pregnancy had been entirely different than Salem or Sage—pains, sickness, barely able to walk, accidents on yourself—you

endured all the worst parts within your trimesters, but you were so blessed to have a healthy five month old boy.

Now having three children, life was a lot different than you prepared for it to be. You were a full time stay at home wife. But it came with a price—being without Onyankopon for weeks at a time as he traveled, the overwhelming amount of time that you spent taking care of your children alone—not to mention the lack of dates, and sex. Hard to believe that you hadn’t hunched on your husband in six months. But having children all close in age required an extensive amount of attention, and although you’d die for them, a small part of you just missed being alone with your husband. And now, you had the opportunity—you were just a little too anxious.

“Papa? Do you wanna pack your football?”

Your eldest was now three, Salem being the sweetest baby boy you could ask for—he was always helpful with his one year old sister, being the big brother he was always excited to be. You were currently trying to pack up all three of your children for their grandma's house, while you were supposed to be getting ready. Onyankopon was too busy with a conference call to notice your hysteria.

“Yes, mommy. Can I pack my Legos?”

“Of course, Papa—“ your eyes flick around the bed, noticing that something was missing. You scratch at the bonnet atop of your head, a sigh passing your lips as you question, “You wanna be a big boy and go find Sage’s binky for me? Did she drop it in the toy box?”

He’s already running out. You turned around to look at the packed suitcases, eyes narrowing as you tried to think if you were missing anything.

“Say-Say?—did we pack your baby brother’s socks and diaper bag? I know I put down Sage’s—“

Speaking of Sage, your one year old sits on the bed, previously focused on a fruit pouch that’s now drained—Her miniature fingers wave up for your attention.

“Mommmma—Abu.”

You exhale, “You want your apple slices, pretty girl?”

She nods, hands clapping together,

“Yes, yes.”

She looks around the room, seemingly waiting for the magical fruit that she wants to appear out of thin air—and at this point, you might’ve needed to be a magician.

“Okay,” you huff softly, “Just—okay.”

You place her on your hip as you throw on your house slippers, quickly padding your feet down the sleek stairs of your condo. The open kitchen nearly takes up the downstairs area, your hand reaching for the miniature fridge where you keep Sage’s snacks refrigerated.

That’s when you stop. Your eyes flick over to your husband as he stands on the porch—you’re able to hear the baritone of his voice as he has the door cracked, pouring food into the bowls of your two Dobermans. You weren’t trying to run into him before you weren’t ready, but it was unfortunate that you lived together—and that Sage wanted those damn Apple slices.

You sat her on the counter as you pulled open the container of freshly cut fruit, putting one in her hand as your voice softly replied, “You’re welcome,” to her babble of “Thanyou.”

Seeing Onyankopon reminded you of all the reasons you’d married him. The sable shirt he wears hugs the sculpt of his muscular frame, covered by an oversized varsity jacket that fits his broad shoulders perfectly. His cargo pants and forest green Nike dunks pull the entire outfit together, chain heavy on his neck as it shows his jersey number on the pendant. You’d redone his cornrows for tonight, neatly braided as he cleaned up his hairline, crawling all the way down to his facial hair around his lips and jawline. But the current star of the show was the glitter in his mouth, nearly ten bands of fully diamond encrusted grills he’d bought for the both of you—you just hadn’t worn yours yet. He was erotically intimidating at times, your eyes falling to the band on his ring finger. He was yours.

“Baby,” his deep voice catches your attention, now realizing he was walking back into the house, “I know a nigga ain’t losin’ his mind—why you ain’t dressed?”

The moment you go to answer, Salem comes flying downstairs.

“Mommy! I can’t find Sage’s binky!”

Your eyes flicker back to your husband, pulling Sage onto your hip as you confirm, “That’s why.”

“Why you ain’t come tell me, huh? I would’ve helped you. I was just talkin’ to coach about our last game.”

He looks good up close—smells good too, the scent of his cologne pulls you closer as you breathe in the aroma.

You shake your head, “You know how I get before they go off to your mom’s house. I wanna make sure Salem has all of his favorite toys, Sage has her snacks and—“

You stop yourself, “Do you remember if I pumped milk for Saint? I fed him before I put him down for a nap, I just—“

And in that exact moment, the baby monitor goes off. Saint weeps through the microphone, wanting the attention of his momma.

You dig your nails into the top of your bonnet, scratching away your anxieties as you sigh, “Maybe you should just go, Ony. The Pelicans gave you front row seats, I don’t want you to miss that.”

You weren’t the only one stressed. Onyankopon had been having a hard time balancing football and family life, but he’d been there every second since the season was close to being over. He knew you needed time with him—you’d been cooped up for months.

He raises an eyebrow, “And leave you here? I thought you was tryna’ have a night out with yo’ nigga— I’m tryna’ show you off to the whole world tonight, I ain’t goin’ nowhere until you ready—C’mon, Imma’ help you find lil’ mama’s binky.”

“Ony—“

“Mama, c’mon now. I wanna make this easier on the both of us.”

He takes Sage into his arms, the one year old babbling giggles as he blows his lips onto her cheek, “You act like you the only girl inna’ house that need attention, huh? Let yo’ momma breathe.”

You sigh, “I’m not even close to being ready, baby. Don’t we still gotta’ drop them off to your mom’s—“

“My momma gon’ come finish packing them up. You tryna’ find another reason to skip out on this date?”

Okay, maybe you felt a little bad. He was already dressed, up and ready to get out the house without the tribulation of three little ones. This would be an adult night.

You lean your head into his shoulder as you murmur, “I’m actin’ like my damn momma.”

A soft chuckle passes Onyankopon’s lips, a hand reaching down to cradle the back of your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Sum’ like that.”

“Don’t be funny, nigga. I ain’t asking for commentary.”

“Aight, Aight. Forreal’—Imma’ make sure they all packed up and go change Saint. I know he givin’ that diaper the business while he sleep.”

He nudges you softly—your arms crossed, eyes looking down to the floor. He knew that you were overwhelmed, and a date didn’t even seem practical at this point. A hand rubs your chin as he tilts your face towards him, a finger curling under your jaw, “You gon’ give up on me now?”

You hated how sweet he could be at times. You pout a bit, “I’m sorry. I’m going, okay? You love me?”

Onyankopon’s hand cups your cheek, pulling you into a kiss, his lips a bit harsh as he whispers against them.

“You just askin’ to hear me say it. You already know what it is.”

A smile finds a way to your lips, hands wrapping around his neck while standing on your tippy toes, pressing pecks into his jawline, ”I love you too.”

“Hurry up. Gon’ make that ass clean so I can put my tongue in it—“

“Onyankopon!”

“See? You already gettin’ me started. Should’ve been ready, I wouldn’t have said allat’.”

Here was something else new that came with your third child. Your body. You’d always been curvier in your hips and thighs, but after Saint, that seemed to tenfold.

The black mini skirt you wore was now was smaller than mini, the poke of your ass nearly peeking from the bottom of your girlishly pink thong. Your matching black baby tee clung around the full weight of your breast, going from a C to a Double D in the span of six months.

You’d braided the front of your hair and perfected the swoop of your edges, the rest of your tresses bouncing in wand curls above your shoulders. Your lashes darkened your slender eyes, honey freckles bouncing off the complexion of your caramel skin, heart shaped lips coated in brown liner. You weren’t used to heavy jewelry, as Onyankopon had bought you a real anklet—it was weighted, cold around your skin, matching the silver sparkles in the pink platform sandals you wore.

Your lips parted a sigh as you turned to the side—you weren’t insecure, but seeing the full figure that motherhood had given you in tight material was a bit nerve wracking, especially after months of only oversized clothing.

“I don’t look—different, do I?”

Onyankopon’s eyes narrow at you, chin hovering over your body as he wraps his arm around your neck, gently putting you within a headlock. You smelled good, a bit sweeter.

”Different,” he repeats, licking his lips, “You look like a muhfuckin’ meal, baby. A nigga might have to keep you inside.”

You hum a soft laugh, trailing your French tips against the arm that wraps around your neck, “I told you about puttin’ me in these headlocks like I’m one of your teammates,” you roll your eyes.

He presses a kiss to your cheek, watching you through the mirror, “What’chu’ mean? Thought you liked this shit, it be makin’ you blush like a lil’ school girl.”

He lets go of the pressure, but not the arm around you, “You look gorgeous, Mama. You gon’ stop all that overthinkin’ now?”

“Maybe.”

You pull his arm down as you turn, running your fingers over the shown tattoos on his neck and face. You hum, “You look good,” sticking your tongue out as you await for his mouth to follow. His grills shine within your vision.

He grunts into a chuckle, leaning down to press his lips against yours. His tongue is cold from the ice he chews, lips always softer than they appeared. His mouth pops from yours as mutters, “You tryna’ distract me.”

You give him a smile, showing off the pure shine of the matching ones he’d bought you. The heart shape of your lips made them look perfect, sultry even.

“You like em’?”

“You know I like em’,” he rasps.

His hands are harsh, grabbing onto the sides of your small face as he pulls you back in for another kiss. His lips suck on the plush of yours, “Matchin’ a nigga fly.”

“You better like them for ten bands, nigga. You be gettin’ real besides yourself cause you got money.”

“You talkin’, but that money takes care of this family, and be buyin’ yo’ ass allem’ bags, perfumes, and shoes. Daddy be takin’ care of you, huh?”

His eyes narrow into a snarl, smacking one hand against the plump of your ass, watching it bounce through the skirt it’s hidden behind, making you giggle as he grunts, “I don’t?”

“You do,” you kiss at his jaw, “Did Saint wake up when you changed him?”

“Nah, I just put him in my momma car. Sage was good too, you know crybaby quick to start screamin’ if she don’t get that binky—and Salem, he just excited to go to grandmas. You know we’ a team, right? I always got you, girl.”

You sigh, “I know. You um—got his diaper bag?”

“Nah.”

He smacks your ass again, “Goddamn, girl—Ion’ even know what you just asked me.“

You giggle, “The diaper bag, dork.”

“Can’t hear you. Yo’ ass covering all the sound in the room.”

“Onyankopon.”

“Aight, lawd. You ain’t no fun.”

In this moment, you almost felt similar to a baby—like you’d just gotten thrown into the world without any preparation. You forgot how much you hated the spotlight that was required being married to your husband—this was a Pelicans basketball game, and he somehow got more attention just being there as the New Orleans Saints’ quarterback. Your nerves got the best of you as you pulled up to the front of the stadium, seeing the valet workers prepare to open your passenger door. It was—chaos.

“You’ straight?”

You give him a nod, knowing you weren’t entirely.

The paparazzi was always a nuisance, and even more so with the news of your newly born baby—Onyankopon could tell that he was being watched as you step out of the car, the flash of light going off as his hand holds on to your hand firmly, pressing your body into his, as if he was shielding you. You lower your head as you hear him politely answering questions, cameras flashing in every direction—you hated this part every time.

“I’m excited to be able to come to a Pelicans game close to our off season, they been on a roll lately—and Zion, that nigga crazy onna’ court. We gon’ make it a close game tonight—hopefully.”

The questions were quick to come up, “You have any bets on who’s winning tonight?”

“Bets? Nah, ion’ do that shit,” he turns to you, “My wife my lil’ good luck charm—she gon’ be the reason they win tonight.”

You lean your head into his shoulder, a shy smile finding its way to your lips as you squeeze his hand a little tighter. He pulls you into a small kiss, the cameras flashing from the showmance between the two of you.

It was quieter on the inside, the amount of people, security, and other familiar faces crowding the arena as you’re guided to the front row of the court. It was a couple minutes before the game started, and you already knew the drill—you crossed your leg over the other as you fixed your hair, re-touched your lip liner, sprayed yourself of perfume—all the awkward ways you could distract yourself as Onyankopon socialized with others sitting in the row next to you. Unlike you, he was extremely friendly. You would give a soft smile each time he introduced you to someone, but that was about it. You were more comfortable talking to your three year old than most adults.

He’d kissed your cheek multiple times, trying to coax you out of your shell as your eyes stayed transfixed onto the players practicing on the court. He could sense that you were trying your hardest to fit in, but he didn’t want that. He just wanted you to be yourself.

“You want anything to drink, baby?” He leans down, lips close to your ear as he holds your thigh, “They got food too—it’s gon’ take a minute to get to you, might as well see what you want now.”

You shake your head, eyes flickering up to him, “I’m okay.”

“Don’t be lyin’. I know them’ lil’ apple slices you be stealin’ off our daughter ain’t that good—“

Onyankopon cuts himself off when he sees you smile. He’d always been good at making you laugh, and it wasn’t any different now.

Your voice is soft as you ask, “They got Sangria? And loaded fries?”

“Oh aight, you tryna’ turn up tonight? You’ scandalous,” which makes you giggle as he continues, “Heard you. I’ll be back.”

The moment he began walking away, the stadium camera seemed to find him— your husband appeared directly onto the Jumbotron—it showed a quick reel of him on the field, the crowd creating an echo as they cheered. His grills shine under the camera as he smiles, throwing up his fingers as he greets the cheers—It makes you blush.

The game officially starts. Right on time, a hand rubs at the back of your neck, Onyankopon sitting next to you as he presses a cold drink into your hands, “You need me to turn on yo’ seat fan?”

You lean closer to him as you steal the fries out of his hands, “Nope. Just want you to enjoy the game, baby. I don’t wanna see you cry when the Lakers put belt to ass on the Pelicans,” you giggle.

“I ain’t even gon’ put that Lakers blasphemy into the universe. You actin’ bad.”

“And you’ delusional.”

“Call it what you want!”

The game is a brawl. Cheers take over the stadium as the Pelicans manage to get a few points over the Lakers, who are just barely in the lead. You hold back your laugh as you watch Onyankopon lean into the court, eyes narrowing as his voice carries, “What you doin’, nigga? You’ gon’ let him take the ball from you? Ref—you gon’ call that foul? Nigga tripped his feet clear as day!”

You sigh as you take a sip of the sweet alcohol flowing between your lips—this was your husband.

It was now half time, and you couldn’t lie—you were feeling the effects of your Sangria. You might’ve become a little mouthy as you watched fouls or unfair calls of the ball, nearly as into it as your husband was. When they were back to showing familiar faces against the Jumbotron, your eyes flickered up as you heard the crowd go back to roaring, seeing yourself and Onyankopon in your seats as you watched the game. You gave a shy wave into the screen, giggling as your husband childishly pecked your cheek repeatedly along the Jumbotron.

“You prettier on the big screen—shy ass,” he nudges your shoulder, “You still good?”

You nod, “I might order another Sangria—or a Margarita, or—one of those. What’s in Sangria, baby?” You tug at his letterman, humming through your question as you lean into his lap.

A chuckle leaves his lips, “What I’m gon’ do with you, girl? You’ tipsy already.”

And although you were a little tipsy, this was the most laid back you’d ever been in a while. He missed your playful attitude, and even more so when you were comfortable.

His hand rubs at your shoulder, pecking your cheek as he says, “Ion’ know. How bout’ we order both and mix ‘em into one cup?”

“You’re so smart,” you sigh, “My sexy, smart man.”

Yup. That was it—you were now drunk.

Well, blame the Sangria-rita you’d just made. You were always able to hold yourself together in an environment where you couldn’t show just how intoxicated you were. But being around your husband without your kids, it might’ve had you a little more relaxed. And horny. When the game ended—and the Pelicans won, of course—instead of going home, Onyankopon had gotten a call from one of his teammates, mentioning that they would all be out at the club for another teammate's birthday, their wives joining in at the section as well. And of course, Onyankopon's friendly ass just couldn’t say no.

He could see the nerves in your face as you arrived at the club. Your eyes scan around, seeing familiar teammates with their wives and girlfriends. You’d never met half of these girls, and the ones you had met already seemed to be having fun together.

Onyankopon leaned down, lips near your ear as he gently said, “We can go home, Mama. I can go pick up the kids on the way back—“

Were you giving off that you weren’t enjoying yourself? Hell. The Sangria might’ve worn off and made you a little sleepy, but you really weren’t ready to go home. You pull him down by his jaw as you interrupt,“I’m fine, baby. Promise—just need to hear a lil’ music. I want you to have fun.”

His nose nuzzles against your hair, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he pulls you into his side, “I’m always gon’ have fun if I’m with you, girl. Come on.”

A hand comes down to the lower part of your back, leading you right into a VIP section. Onyankopon was greeting his teammates, a soft wave pulling at your fingers as you greeted the wives and girlfriends. You could be friendly—they just weren’t your type of crowd.

But of course, you loved your husband enough to try something once. You took a couple of shots with them, Hennessy their choice of drink. When you mentioned that you didn’t enjoy the taste of more common brown liquors, one of them gave you an eye roll, and that was your cue to head back over to your husband. Maybe it was the liquor in your system, but you might’ve been a little irritated from that interaction.

You wrapped your arms around Onyankopon’s neck as you sat on his lap, trying to hide the annoyance in your face—Too bad you weren’t good with that.

“I see that face you makin’. What happened?”

You try to shake it off, “I be tryna’ be cool with them hoes. They’ weird,” your murmur to him, going into your purse as you search for your phone.

“You gettin’ mad for no reason,” he holds your phone out for you, “They just be tryna’ fit in with the crowd.”

“You don’t need to give me explanations for bitches you don’t even know,” you flick your eyes back up to him, “Ain’t nobody mad. If I was, I would’ve said that.”

He raises an eyebrow. Onyankopon leans down into your ear, a hand pulling you in by the cradle of your neck as he questions, “What ‘you gettin’ an attitude with me for?”

“What I look like startin’ an argument with you in front of everybody? I’m just sayin’, I don’t like them girls.”

“You don’t like nobody. Yo’ ass mean.”

You narrow your eyes at that. You then wrap your arms further around his neck as you smile, “I like you, Daddy.”

Your eyes. He could see it all in your eyes.

He raises an eyebrow, pressing a kiss to your lips before pulling you into another one, a bit more harsh as you feel his hand caress across the bottom of your thigh, a thumb stroking against your skin.

“Keep behavin’, girl. You gon’ let a nigga dance wit’ you, or you gon’ have an attitude about that too?”

“You gon’ throw some ones on me if I dance?”

You move your hips along his lap, giggling through the shots you were beginning to feel in your system.

“I’m throwin’ hundreds out this bitch if it’s you.”

Onyankopon’s hand smacks at the side of your thigh, “You talkin’ too much. C’mon.”

You stand in front of him, your eyes a bit blurry from the lowlights of the club, which somehow makes your tipsiness worse—This was a side of you that hadn’t shown in months, the arch of your silhouette drowning in his sight as you hold the edge of your skirt, ass shaking within his face. You dip your head down to watch him from behind, teeth sinking into the plush of your lip.

“That’s how you feelin’?”

Swat, his hand palms your ass hard. The sting rushes into a pleasure you hadn’t expected, making the skin flush.

The mixture of a giggle and whimper passes your lips, barely audible as you hear the music thumping around you. You’re really horny now.

Your brain is foggy—so foggy that you tug your panties to the side for a millisecond, letting him see the glisten of your pussy. You feel his palm latch along your throat from behind, tugging you back onto his lap.

He grunts, “You tryna’ have me kill a nigga in here.”

“I think that Hennessy’ talking,” you giggle to him.

His hand smacks your ass harder, the sound piercing the atmosphere. The music wasn’t going hard enough to mask it.

“Yo’ ass gon’ be the reason we leave. Keep fuckin’ playin’.”

“Okay—down, boy. You got a teammate to celebrate his birthday with. Go, imma’ babysit another drink.”

“You gon’ behave?” he tilts your chin up, finding your eyes in his.

“I always do. Kiss?”

Onyankopon’s lips are on yours in seconds. He knocks your head up as he taps your chin, grills shining a blue tint under the lights of the club before he leaves you alone.

The thing is, you didn’t exactly do what you’d told him you would.

You’d ordered a lemon drop martini, doing the opposite of babysitting your drink as you consumed it in minutes. A small smile spread across your lips as your mother-in-law sent pictures of your babies enjoying their time at grandmas, and although you missed your kids—the sight of your husband across the club had your attention.

You could admit it now—you were fully drunk. The club was closing, and you were entirely too far away from home for Onyankopon to drive back. So you’d both decided on a hotel for the night—and with your intoxicated minds, you might’ve chosen the nicest one in New Orleans, booking the rooftop of the tallest building.

You giggle as he carries you bridal style, using his foot to open the door to the room—and it’s a sight to see.

The floor is marbled, an expensive crystal chandelier casting warm shades of orange and gold across the room. The walls were high, mirrors reflecting the lights from the chandelier. The bed is huge, with a golden, lacy canopy.

You gasp, “Baby—there’s a pool!”

An infinity pool to be specific—it was beautiful, lit up against the night skyline, the sounds of jazz music faint in the background from the echoes of downtown.

“Baby. Be care—“

You almost fall, saved by Onyankopon as he lifts you up by the back of your thighs, holding you in front of him as your legs wrapped around his waist, throat giggling as you hold onto him, “Oops.”

“You drunk as hell, Mama.”

He tosses you onto the bed before you can answer—And you squeal, drunk laughter passing your lips as you bounce up once, eyes still on the man in front of you—and God, he was your everything. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol you’d been drinking all night, but you missed him—and now, you wanted him all over you.

You watch him undress himself—that jacket hits the floor, tattoos on his arms and biceps beginning to outline underneath the lights.

You groan, “I’m hot, baby. I wanna go swimming.”

“Ion’ know,” he’s slow with his words, easing out of his pants, “I could just rub up on you, baby. Let you fall asleep in my arms.”

“That’s boring,” your eyes wander his body as you bite your bottom lip. Your legs spread a bit on the bed, “Can I go look at it?”

You were a drunken mess, your words slurred, your sentences a bit incoherent as he shakes his head, chuckling at the sight.

“You can’t even think straight, girl. Just lay yo’ ass down.”

You roll your eyes, huffing, “Whatever. I gotta go pee.”

You didn’t give him time to answer.

Your body was stumbling off of the bed—but instead of the bathroom, you made your way directly towards the pool. You’re tugging off the material of your clothes, stepping out of the skirt you wear, pulling the baby tee over your head effortlessly—you’re bare up top, nipples shining a pretty brown under the lights, your thong molding along your hips at the bottom.

“You’ hard headed.”

His voice is a chuckle, but his eyes glare at you. He watches your body dive into the pool.

“I thought you was usin’ the bathroom,” His voice is low, eyes at your figure that flows beneath the water as his feet begin to follow you outside.

And then you come up—Your eyes are the only thing above water, slender as you swim to the edge.

“It feels good, baby. You wanna feel?”

You come up more the moment your fingers fall around the flesh of your breasts, squeezing at your hardened nipples as you whimper, “C’mon, Ony…”

His voice gets lower, “Goddamn. Aight.”

Your eyes flick down to his dick that slaps his abdomen the moment he pulls it from his boxers, a sultry smile on your face as you swim to the side of the pool where he’s fully undressed, his body towering above you as he steps in.

The minute he steps in, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down within the water as you lift yourself against him. Your eyes glow, your tongue dragging against his lips as you giggle, “I missed you, Daddy.”

Onyankopon chuckles, lips brushing against yours, “What you miss about me?”

“Being alone with you. Touchin’ on you—“

You’re softly whining, your tongue swirling along his throat, meeting him in a filthy kiss as you come up. And of course, he’s kissing you back even worse—tongue invading your lips, drowning you under his mouth. You allow your body to sway its way towards the edge of the water, turning as you lean yourself against the glass of it, back now facing him. Your little show from the club returns, and under perfect lighting? Your pussy was even prettier. It’s pink as you spread it in his face, glistening to coax him even further.

You whimper, “—The way you fuck me. Come take me, Ony.”

Onyankopon grunts at the sight.

Being drunk brought out a whole different side of you—but your husband was no better. It was the way he ate your pussy when intoxicated—his tongue wagged up against the soft flesh of your folds, the soppy arousal drenching his facial hair each time his full lips sucked your clit up into his mouth. He can’t help it—he’s dipping his tongue in between your opening and hole up top, your fingers tightening along his braids as you whimper in return. But you’re worse—you’re twisting your hips from side to side, riding his face to meet his tongue that sucks your clit from behind. Your ass is all in his face, but he loves it, spanking you with rumbles vibrating against your flesh.

You always got what you were asking for, but you were needy regardless. You didn’t expect your back to arch any further than it was, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his fingers tightened within your curls, fucking you in a way you’d missed in months. Your ass bounces onto his creamy dick by the pull of his strength—your lips releasing giggles, squealing in between your moans as he takes you from behind.

“This’ how you missed me, huh? Boucin’ back on my dick like a muhfuckin’ slut? Look at you.”

You were so drowned in him, you were hardly paying attention to where you were. The marble was cold on the edge of the pool, and with the tiniest bit of sense you had, you whined, “It’ssogood, baby.”

A low groan leaves his lips, the sound vibrating against your neck.

“You loud. Finna’ wake up the whole neighborhood.”

You’re too drunk to listen, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you place your arm behind your back, waiting for him to grab ahold of it. Your moans are long, whiney as you’re somehow still giggling, so elated from how good every stroke feels. His tip is becoming lost in your pussy, your intoxication making you wetter by the second.

His hand wraps against your arm, your leg going further over the edge, your back in the perfect arch as you mewl. Your eyes roll as he snakes his other hand to the front of you, clutching your jaw to snap your face behind to look into his—That’s when you sling your hips back, fucking yourself on his dick, a hazy smile on your face, screwed with a mixture of pleasure.

“Ony…”

You’re squealing to him.

“You still miss a nigga, huh? My shit deep enough for you to remember?”

Onyankopon’s hand tightens along your neck, his fingers gripping the bottom of your chin to bring your face closer to his. You squirm at the change in angle.

One of your hands slides against the side of his head, fingers running across the length of his cornrows. Your lashes are heavy, fluttering as you plead, “It’s deep,” your voice hardly audible over the sounds of your skip clapping together.

“Feel so full when you’re in me,” you whimper along his mouth.

Your voice was music to his ears.

The wet flesh sends echoes against the marble, your moans loud in his ear. But everything you were giving him was worth the wait of you being pregnant. He’d taken care of you, babied you. And now, he fucked you like you were his again.

He could be sweet, sensual—but he could also be a demon. You’re out of the pool now, close to the bed—but you couldn’t make it there on time. Your fingers clutched

along his shoulder as he carries you with no effort, legs held by his arms as he’s lifting you up, tip slapping the sensitivity of your puffy folds, dropping you down in seconds. A squelch comes in return from the curve of his dick reaching inside.

“Ion’ wanna hear nothin’,” he grunts to you, “Just listen to us.”

You knock your forehead against his, eyes watering as you tremble whimpers, cradling the nape of his neck in your fingers. Your mind is hazy.

His gaze pierces yours, your lips barely hovering above his as he grunts, “You hear that? That’s the sound of you leakin’ all on my shit. Just droolin’.”

Your face screws into a pout as you whimper, “Ohmygod, baby. You’re so strong. Oh my goddd. Ughn. F—fuck,” your nails sink into his skin.

“The fuck did I say, huh?”

A swat comes to your face, and your eyes flutter, sinking your fingers between your lips as you hush the noises from your mouth. There’s tears in your eyes, thighs trembling as he continues to hold you in the air. Plop, plop, schluck.

“That’s my good lil’ bitch. Open.”

He spits in your mouth, gripping your neck tighter as he speaks.

“Tongue.”

When you do, he spits again.

“Goodbaby.”

Your whimper is a high-pitched sound, your teeth nibbling against his bottom—but that’s when he releases you onto your feet—your legs instantly trembling, and he can tell you won’t be able to keep this up.

“On that bed,” his voice is low.

“Knees first.”

The moment you crawl onto the bed, you drop your face onto the sheets, back still arched, spreading your reddened pussy as you gently rotate your hips for him.

“C’mon, Daddy.”

The arrogance pours from his body as he slaps his tip against your folds, your hips jolting at the feeling. His dick is sliding in, sinking every gifted inch he has for you—It’s even deeper this time, a pinch coursing through your lower stomach the moment the back of your thighs clap with his abdomen, tearing away like Velcro each time.

You’re mewling, “Damn, baby. I love you so much—why you fuckin’ me like this…”

You’re babbling, asking nonsensical questions. You knew that.

He finds a grip in your curls, tugging you onto him. His eyes are low as he grunts, “I’m fuckin’ you like this ‘cause you want me to. Look at that pussy. Look at that shit. Pretty lil’ bitch I got.”

Your eyes are watering heavily. You’re nearly silent for a while, just feeling everything he has to give you. Your body shakes, and you let out the deepest gasp, your exhale a low sob.

“Keep goin’.”

It came out a grunt, his voice cracking through the thickness of his Southern drawl. His words are nearly harsh—he craved you—but he meant it, “That’s so muhfuckin’ pretty, Mama. That cream you givin’ me. Yo’ cum is so pretty.”

And he’s right—you’re cumming, the creamy release of your pussy painting his balls in your affection. Onyankopon’s fingers are tucked along the back of your neck, tattooed frame large above your smaller figure.

You don’t mean for your mouth to unlatch a loud, “Ughn—Ooshit, baby…”

But it does.

His body slaps against your round ass, “You been goin’ through it—You coulda’ just came and sat on this dick, Mama. Know you’ been thinkin’ about it. Know you been needin’ it.”

Your fingers slip in between your lips, sucking lightly to muffle your sounds. You whimper, “Sorry, baby,” as you go back to dropping your hips down to meet his body. You imagine how that looks from behind—how your walls just suck him in, a whiney mess that you are, becoming needier by the second.

“Uh-huh,” He groans, “Yeah—you been missing your nigga, huh?”

“Mhmm.”

That’s all you can manage to get out—your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, but you try your best to keep them open.

“Missed you so—muc—ugh—much, daddy.”

Seeing you this way was always rewarding. It was like all the senses in your brain went fuzzy, and you’re swirling your hips in a circle, throwing your ass back to meet his body. Fingers still tucked in between your mouth, you’re groaning.

“See’—there you fuckin’ go. That’s my girl—“

His equal groan is deep and husky—loud, almost guttural. It makes you shake, “You my good girl, ain’t you? You gon’ start acting right, huh?”

You had no thoughts within your mind.

“I’m your good girl,” you whimper, “See, baby—just wanted you,” your siren eyes peer behind your shoulder to watch your ass bounce. One of your arms reaches back—but Onyankopon’s already there again, snatching your wrist behind your back.

“That’s all it was? You just wanted me?”

He leans his body down, pushing himself deeper into you. With your arms held, he’s got you locked—helpless.

Your face was red, eyes cloudy. You nod in answer, not trusting your own voice.

Onyankopon’s hand releases the one held behind your back, his fingers wrapping around your throat from behind instead. His hips are going, heavy body throwing you onto his dick.

His groan is a low hum, “Daddy’s here now, Mama. That’s all you needed.”

You can’t help the sound that comes from your lips—the whine that’s loud, a shaky breath being sucked into the air. His words, his affirmations to you—your eyes water again, and you give him a continuous nod as you watch your ass go up and down. Your feminine tone cries softly, body quivering as his words echo in your brain.

He wants to mean every word he says. The way he grips your throat is a sign, the way he’s dropping you down, holding you in place.

Your sobs come out in low gasps,“Ohhh my god—“

You’re getting lightheaded.

“O—Oh—Oh, baby…” your brain’s getting foggy—no wonder you see dots.

You moan, “Oh, God. I love you so…much.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, “You mean that?”

His body makes it hard for you to answer—and his words, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you, baby. You forgivin’ me, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” You nod, “I forgive you. I’m so sorry,” you whine, “S’much, baby.”

You were being honest. Although, you weren’t sure what you were apologizing for.

You can barely even see, mouth parting as you’re going to speak again, eyes rolling back. It’s silent. But that’s when your voice gets louder—even though it doesn’t seem possible, “Please forgive me, baby. Just needed you, Ony.”

You give him a shaky nod, trying to focus on your breathing. He grips your throat harder, just the way you like, “I hear you, Mama. You hear me?”

You gasp, “Yes—Oohgod, baby.”

“We ain’t finna’ have these problems no more?”

“No—I love you—love you so much,” you sob again, body beginning to give. You’re shaking harder, you know you’re crying, but it only makes him go faster, a loud groan coming from his lips.

“That’s how you feelin’?”

“Uh-huhhhh,” you moan, lips quivering, “I forgive you—I always forgive you, Ony.”

Your nails dig at his skin, the sounds you’re making being loud enough to wake the dead. You moan, “I’d never—ooh—doubt you, I was jus—just—“

Your brain gives up—you can’t make sentences.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been so sorry. You now have to prove your own words, curls hanging above your face as you’re exhausted from now being on top—Onyankopon’s large hands unfortunately have you trapped, your whimpers seeping through the walls as he’s constantly bouncing you down against his lap. This is the sight you’d been looking for—that glare, that growl from his lips, your smaller frame being swallowed by his—even if you were above him. Your thighs burned, your hips ached.

His hand lifts your body by your throat.

“You know how I feel?”

His hips thrust upward, “I gotta be here for you a lil’ more,” His deep groan makes your legs jolt, “That’s on me, aight? Imma’ make up fo’ that, I promise.”

His tone goes dark.

"I love you, Mama," He grunts, "And my kids—I haven’t been a good husband, have I?”

You shake your head, finding your own rhythm within your hips as you rotate above him, “It’s okay, baby—“ you breath hitches, “Such a good h—husband, Ony…”

His hand around your neck loosens—his thumb rubs against the pulse beneath your jaw, “You promise?”

His lips suck on your bottom lip, his hips moving against yours now—slowing.

You nod. Onyankopon’s other hand cups beneath your thigh, guiding your body—up and down, your head lolls to the side, curls draping along your hand as your eyes roll, “Baby, I c—can’t…”

“Yeah?” He grunts, “You can’t—lemme’ hold you then. C’mere.”

His kiss is soft—he’s tasting you, groaning through a snarl of his lip, “Uh—uh-huh—“ His hips aren’t slowing, “I feel you, mama.”

You’re crying softly as you hold onto him,

“O—Ony…”

“I’m a good husband, ain’t I? Talk to me.”

He’s begging, his voice deep, “Please don’t be mad at me, baby. I’m already mad at myself because I’m not there for you no’ more.”

This bastard was evil.

The tears in your eyes aren’t helping your case, your arms wrapping around his neck as you shakily sob out in return, cumming again, holding onto him for dear life as you cry, “Not m—mad at you, Daddy…”

His tongue slides down to your neck, sucking on the skin, leaving bruises.

With the sudden touch of cold metal against your thigh, your body shivers, mind entirely fuzzy at this point.

“That’s yo’ niggas ring,” He hushes you with a light grunt, his hips going—”You feel it, mama? You feel it on me?”

“I feel all of you,” you moan, hands scratching his back, “And I love you so much, baby—feel you so deep—oh god—don’t—stop, baby.”

His tongue swirls on your throat, and it makes your head fuzzy, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“I hear you, baby,” you whimper in his own words he spoke earlier, “It don’t matt—oh, matter, anymore, baby. I’m yours, Ony.”

Your back arches—but he’s still holding your throat. Onyankopon grins at the sight, his head leaned into your neck—grunting and groaning while his large hands help you move. Faster.

“I’ll always be there fo’ my kids—But, you my baby—I’ll never leave you when you need me. And you gon’ need Daddy, huh? Just like now.”

You press your forehead against his, digging your teeth within your lip as your eyes roll—your mouth parts as you shudderingly moan, “Yeah, Daddy. Okay.”

You’re gasping, eyes watering, hips burning. Your entire body trembles as oceans of pleasure crash in violent waves, the mixture of a groan and scream dropping from your lips, panting as you try to control your sounds. You’re squirting.

His eyes are glaring, tone deep, “Who you gon’ get on the phone and cry to, huh? Who gon’ treat you the way I do? Fuck yo’ ass the way I do? Who gon’ catch all these tears like me?”

You’re fully sobbing, “Fuuuck, Ony.”

He grunts at your sounds, “Just like that—“ His hand presses on your waist, “Go ‘head baby. You know I’m right behind you.”

Your body gives for a third time. Onyankopon’s tongue rushes against yours, the warmth of his cum filling you as his large palm cradles you into his body. You don’t know when your eyes closed, or when you stopped breathing. Your vision is a blur when you’re able to see again.

“Mama—you aight?”

You give the smallest nod. Your face is flushed, your mind a bit fuzzy as you whimper, “Got too drunk, baby. My head hurts.”

Onyankopon chuckles, the sound low as he’s leaning against the pillows, your smaller figure sinking into his chest.

“Lemme’ get you a warm towel—“

“Nuh-uh,” you mumble, “I’m fine. You stay here.”

His hand is slow as his palm smoothes along the small of your back, his lips pressing against your cheek, “I told you I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

A comforting silence fills the room for a couple of minutes, your body nearly passed out against his. That’s when you feel your husband shift a bit beneath you as he murmurs, “Baby…I wanted to give you sum’ before the end of the night.”

You hum softly, eyes still closed.

“Can I guess what it is?”

His laugh is low, his hand gently stroking the skin of your lower back.

”You get one guess,” He murmurs, his other hand finding a grip in your hair.

“A Unicorn,” you softly gasp, eyes still closed as you hum, “Yup. It’s my very own unicorn.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Onyankopon chuckles as he says, “You was’ close, but nah— I know you’ been talkin’ bout how you wanna renew our vows.”

Your head peeks up.

“And?”

“And—I figured, yo’ nigga can’t re-marry yo’ ass without some new rings.”

He leans over the bed, pulling two small boxes from his pants. It’s brighter than the jewelry within his mouth—a heart shaped diamond crystals within your eyes, the ring larger than the rock you already carried on your finger.

You gasp, “Ony—are you serious?”

“Dead serious. I got that lil’ venue you wanted in Rome, too. I’m ready for another lifetime with you,” His fingers find your chin, “You ready for another lifetime with me?”

“You did this all for me?”

“I’d do anythin’ for you, girl. You my best friend,” He grins, “Can you promise me one thing, though?”

A sigh escapes his lips—you leap into his embrace, hugging him tightly, “That I’ll give you like a million more babies?”

Onyankopon chuckles at your reaction, his large arm hugging around your frame as he answers, “Nah. Promise you ain’t never gon’ doubt me again. A nigga love you forreal’.”

Your heart is warm. Your hands graze along his facial hair, looking over the face of the man that truly loved you like no one else would.

You sigh, “I love you too, Ony. You got a hair tie?”

“Yeah,” he raises an eyebrow, “Whatchu’ need one for?”

He’s shifting across the bed, digging into an open drawer of the bedside dresser.

“Cause I’m finna’ suck the skin off that di—“

“Girl,” he chuckles, “Lawd. You ain’t tired?

“I’ll never be tired of you. Say you feel the same—and that you love me!”

He chuckles, “I do. Quit playin’.”

And you knew that, because he did.

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GIRLS LIKE GIRLS

୨ৎ Summary: Entering your third year of college and getting a new roommate can end in many ways, especially when your roommate is a bright-eyed girl with amazing musical tastes... or Abby discovering that her life can turn around when she agrees to listen to her heart and live a freaking movie.

ⓘ Warnings: +18! Friends to lovers!!! Reader is a lesbian <3 mention of Owen! Angst? Not really, but some miscommunication. Fluff!! We love soft abby <3 This is very much abby discovering her sexuality, idk if there's anything questionable here lmao, no proofread!

Word count: 20k!

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Abby couldn't explain what she felt the first time she saw you. She could still remember that moment perfectly, your bright eyes looking at her and that sweet smile on your face that made her stomach turn.

Abby thought that sharing a dorm with someone would be an agony, she enjoyed her privacy more than anything, but with you there was no such awkwardness or discomfort, it was as if you both had adapted perfectly.

When you first saw Abby you were convinced she was a jock in every sense of the word. Her confident posture, her sports team jacket, those huge headphones dangling from her neck, the perfectly messy hairstyle, everything about her screamed that she was probably the type of girl who made embarrassing comments in class and laughed with her friends about other people's sexuality.

You expected a judgmental look for your clothes, a tease about the pins in your backpack, or something like that, but instead you found sweet eyes looking at you and giving you a smile, asking your name and if you minded if she put some posters on the wall.

She offered to help you carry your bags up, made a silly joke about the old elevators and when she saw you put your records on the shelves, her eyes lit up as if she had just discovered something secret about you that fascinated her.

No, Abby was not what you expected. She was much better. You felt comfortable around her before you even noticed. And, although it would take you time to admit it, from that first day you knew that something in you was already burning for Abby.

With you, Abby didn't have that initial stage of awkwardness, no, from day one you seemed to light up the room, making her feel in total comfort, asking her about the sports team posters on her wall and listening to her talk about her career.

Abby was not far behind either, she was fascinated by your music collection and loved listening to you talk, usually she considered talkative people somewhat irritating, but with you it wasn't like that, it was as if your voice brought some life to the bedroom.

From the moment you both started unpacking you both were already smiling and stealing glances at each other, your dorm room was not divided right down the middle, maybe it was at some point, probably only the first week, because after that Abby's books were already on your desk and your records on her bed and in her cd player, there was no division between you both, it was one room, sometimes you had trouble finding your own stuff but it didn't matter.

Soon morning greetings before school turned into nightly chats talking about anything and everything until you fell asleep.

The dorm no longer felt like a boring, awkward place where two strangers lived, no, to Abby it was a cozy place where she could come after school to unwind and chat with you.

Your schedules were a little complicated because medicine was not an easy career and Abby didn't want to be less than the best, but somehow you always managed to have moments together, moments where Abby felt more alive, where she laughed like with no one else, the dorm seemed to come alive with your presence.

The dorm room soon started to look more cozy, with little details here and there that made it more like you, you soon started to put flowers in the previously empty vase in the room, it was in the window next to some books, you believed that flowers made the room look and smell better, abby couldn't agree more.

Between the two of you an unwritten agreement was formed where the vase was always full, as soon as the flowers started to dry out one of you would put some fresh new ones in, usually being lilies, you had discovered that they were abby's favorite flower and you had to admit they were beautiful.

Their nightly talks continued night after night, well, when abby wasn't exhausted from school, being with you abby lost all the filter, she could talk about whatever she wanted without feeling judged or criticized.

It always ended with a bottle of booze and genuine laughter, there was no filter or embarrassment, abby lost all shame when she looked into your eyes and saw that sparkle, she lost all reason, there was no judgment or mockery, it was just you listening to her attentively.

Her career was definitely taking its toll on her, you could tell by the dark circles under her eyes and the way her eyes would close tiredly in your late night talks, yet Abby never said anything, she liked talking to you and she liked listening to you talk even more, it was the only time where she didn't feel pressure and it was just you and her.

Abby didn't know if it was tiredness or what it was due to, but on one of those nights she ended up so tired from her homework that she ended up dozing on the floor against your bed with her head on your shoulder.

“We should go to bed” You muttered under your breath, afraid Abby might hear your heart beating too loudly in your chest.

“No, keep talking... I want to listen to you” Abby replied sleepily, making no effort to get up or move her head away from your shoulder.

Needless to say, you had already forgotten what you were talking about, probably about some new song or the camera you bought, but Abby's presence was to say the least, distracting, yet you did your best to keep talking and Abby lulled herself to sleep with your voice, sleeping better than ever.

That night you didn't move from her side, you weren't going to disturb her sleep, so you ignored the discomfort and pain of sitting on the cold floor, taking the nearest blanket and covering you both.

In the morning you were surprised to not feel the cold floor beneath you, instead you were in the warmth of your bed, no, abby's bed actually, you recognized her damn scent on the sheets.

“I thought you'd be uncomfortable on the floor” Abby mentioned softly later that day, when she saw your confused face as you saw yourself in her bed.

This became a recurring thing for both of you without noticing it, some nights when either you or Abby were too tired you would end up asleep sitting next to the bed, her head on your shoulder and your bodies warming each other.

Other nights you would offer to braid abby's hair for her and at some point her head would end up in your lap, with you stroking and playing with her blonde locks until you were both asleep.

But each of those nights you never woke up on the floor, you always woke up feeling the warmth of the blankets under you and instantly recognized Abby's scent in the blankets, other times you were not so lucky and woke up wrapped in the blankets of your own bed, but not once did Abby wake up next to you, whenever you woke up she was already taking a bath or making herself some breakfast, you couldn't help but wonder if she had slept next to you and you hadn't noticed, which seemed impossible because of her build and because you were sure you would notice if you had abby anderson sleeping next to you.

In those nights Abby discovered how much you loved to talk, you were quite open with your life, she loved to put on a good record from your collection and get down on the floor to talk about school, romantic anecdotes, or anything that came to your minds.

The blonde was more than a little surprised when she heard you mention an ex, her stomach turning at your words.

“She was pretty cute but I guess we just didn't quite hit it off.”

Abby stopped listening to what you said next, your words repeating over and over, she was pretty cute, she, she, she, she.

That night she didn't say anything about it, you had said it so normally that she didn't think it was appropriate to mention it, you liked girls, it wasn't a big deal right? Yet for some reason something moved inside her.

Abby soon understood that in fact for you it was no big deal, she seemed to be the only one unaware that you were a lesbian, when she told Manny about her new roommate he nodded normally.

“Ah yeah I know her, I've seen her at a few parties, she always goes with the prettiest girls.” Manny said with amusement, maybe exaggerating things a bit, but a knot was in Abby's stomach, she never mentioned you again in front of Manny or any of her friends.

Abby tried to hide her emotions, believing that it was just jealousy of friendship, she had never had such a close friend, she didn't want to have to move away, besides it seemed ridiculous, you were just friends, she had no right to complain to you, so she swallowed her words and acted normally.

Abby never questioned her sexuality, of course, when she was young she found one or two girls pretty, but that was normal, wasn't it? It was just envy, Abby never thought she was the prettiest, so she thought maybe it was just envy, that's why she kept looking so much at that girl in her class, her wavy hair, her lips, her hands… it was just envy, yeah, that's all.

She thought that feeling was too far gone, she hadn't felt “envy” for any girl in a long time, she had Owen and he loved her as she was, of course in his own way, showing her off to his friends and flattering her — almost always in sex — but it was still flattery, wasn't it?

Despite this, that damn envy came back with you, more specifically after finding out that you like girls, for some reason that envy was in all its splendor, Abby could not stop looking at you, admiring everything about you, but of course, it was just that she thought you were pretty, right? There's nothing wrong with admitting that your friend has pretty lips and angel hands, right?

Abby didn't have much time to question such things either, the semester was always heavy being in medicine, team practices added to the fire and questioning whatever it was that was stirring for you was just another burden, her body was at its limit and she was never one to like to rest, so it went on and on and on until it finally happened.

That afternoon the dorm was strangely quiet, which was usual when Abby went to soccer practice, but it was a strange silence when you walked in and noticed Abby was in the dorm, her shoes were in the doorway and her training bag was lying on the floor, that was strange, Abby was organized and never had the room quiet, there was always music playing.

“Abby?” You called softly, approaching her bed and noticing her figure covered by the blankets up to her head.

“I'm not here” Abby murmured, her voice sounding strange and tired. “Tell everyone I died.”

You couldn't help but smile with tenderness, instantly noticing what was going on, in her night wick were Kleenex and boxes of medicine, your suspicions confirmed when Abby peeked one eye out from between the covers. Her cheeks were red, not from embarrassment, but from fever, and her tangled hair gave her a more disheveled air than usual.

“I feel like I got hit by a train...and then the train regretted it and reversed.” Abby murmured, bringing a hand to her head that seemed intent on exploding.

You couldn't help a chuckle, sitting down next to her on the bed and bringing your hand up to her face, removing her hand and gently touching her forehead and cheeks, watching her look at you with an expression you couldn't quite make out.

She definitely had a fever. Her skin burned under your hand, and yet Abby didn't pull away, nor did she make one of her typical evasive comments to play it down. She just looked at you, half buried in the covers, eyes narrowed and a strange mixture of defeat and relief painted on her face.

“Since when did you feel this way?” You asked softly, as if you feared causing her head more pain if you spoke louder.

Abby shrugged, but the gesture was so weak it barely moved the fabric of the sheets.

“Since yesterday, but I had to go to training and then exams...” Abby said softly, not giving it a thought.

“You went to training like this?” you asked with some disbelief and abby felt like she was being scolded.

“Couldn't miss it, we'll have a game soon” Abby mumbled without looking at you at all, she was used to ignoring the pain, she wasn't someone who got sick often and when she did she just ignored the discomfort and carried on, but now she definitely felt like she had been hit by a train.

You sighed heavily, feeling a little annoyed with Abby for acting this way, so tough, like she was invincible.

“You could have told me” You murmured softly, not as a complaint, just a comment, reminding her that you were there, for her.

Abby didn't respond, just pursed her lips, sighing lightly and closing her eyes as a twinge of pain shot through her head.

You stood silently, walking into the dorm's tiny kitchen and pouring hot water from the coffee pot onto a plate, taking one of those instant soups, definitely nothing amazing, but Abby needed something to eat and it was the best thing in the dorm.

Abby watched you silently, her brow slightly furrowed, she couldn't quite see what you were doing when your back was turned, she only noticed when you approached the bed with a bowl of soup in your hands, her eyes widened with some surprise and even some disbelief.

With a single glance from you, Abby sat up in bed, her body protesting her tiredness.

“Eat this, then you can take the medicine and get some sleep” You said softly, your tone calm and gentle, as if taking care of her was something totally normal.

Abby watched you with a frown, but soon her gaze softened, she was never someone who enjoyed being cared for, she was more vunerable than she wished to show, but for that night she wanted to allow herself this, she wanted to lower the barriers a little and accept being cared for one night.

You stayed with her while she ate her soup, giving her the medicine afterwards and tucking her in when sleep overtook her, abby only murmured a soft thank you before falling asleep, but for you it was enough, that abby let you take care of her was enough for you.

The nightly talks continued, it was a moment between the two of you, a moment where Abby and you could talk about your day and forget the stress of college.

Your nightly talks were about everything and nothing at the same time, they usually started with you wanting to help Abby study her books, but the topic soon faded into the background and the words came out of your mouths non-stop, Abby found it especially easy to open up to you, you always listened attentively and never interrupted her, letting her tell you anecdotes with her father or about her classes, well, that was until she touched on a certain subject.

“You have a boyfriend?”

The words came out of your mouth harsher than you expected, somewhere between confusion and disbelief.

Abby was silent for a second, blinking before nodding, she couldn't understand the meaning of your words — or your tone of voice — nor the feeling that settled in her, perhaps some...insecurity? Maybe.

“Yeah, his name is Owen.” Abby said, her voice less enthusiastic than before, with some insecurity, a thousand ideas running through her mind, the tone of your voice making her feel strange and confused, did you not think she had a boyfriend? You didn't think she was pretty enough or interesting enough?

Her mind got the worst ideas, where you thought she didn't have a boyfriend for some horrible reason, that you thought she was ugly or boring, a knot in her stomach settled at this.

Abby had always been quite unsure of herself, from her image — which men found unattractive — to her often hostile and defensive personality.

“Oh...that's nice.”

Was all you said, your voice sounding more subdued and even somewhat irritated, Abby clearly noticed.

“What about you? do you have... anyone?” Abby asked, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach at her own question.

“No, I've always been unlucky in love” You murmured softly with some sarcasm in your voice, even some bitterness.

It didn't take you long to change the subject, you didn't want to listen to Abby talk about her ridiculous boyfriend — who you didn't even know existed — preferring to listen to her talk about medicine and terms you didn't understand one bit.

That night the talk ended more abruptly than before, both obviously uncomfortable and tense, for totally opposite reasons.

In the morning Abby still had a strange feeling running through her, your behavior didn't help, Abby could feel something, there was a distance between the two of you, a distance that Abby couldn't explain.

Abby couldn't explain it but there was something different, you didn't seem so animated when you spoke or you didn't seem so close to her, it was as if something had changed and she hated it.

Despite the thousand ideas running through abby's mind none of them were true, they weren't even close, it would never cross abby's mind that you were jealous and even a little guilty when you found out she had a boyfriend.

You thought you were hiding your feelings well but it was impossible for you to act the same as before, Abby could feel it, things were awkward somehow, you were still acting like friends, you treated her like the rest of Abby's friends, but Abby didn't like it, because you had always been closer than her friends, you had always done more than the rest of her friends.

Your mind was no better than Abby's, a thousand feelings were eating at you and among them was guilt, the idea that you had gone too far and now Abby was upset with you, you hadn't even done anything wrong, you hadn't even kissed or anything like that, you just did things that all friends did, but maybe deep down you felt guilty because you never did things just as friends.

Despite this Abby couldn't stop thinking about you, she found herself watching you as she studied, she noticed every little detail about you and your expressions, she knew you were tense by the way you were biting the inside of your cheek or when you were tired because you started scrunching up your eyes.

At night Abby had trouble sleeping and you were not much better, Abby would go over each of your conversations together looking for what she had done wrong, what she had done to make you put that distance between you, but she always went back to the night where she told you she had a boyfriend.

Abby without noticing it put more distance between both, the school consumed her completely and when she could talk to you it was short talks, nothing like before, the night talks were not the same, you avoided completely the romantic anecdotes and Abby didn't even notice it, she only wanted to talk to you, about anything, even if it wasn't the same.

But at the end of the nights it wasn't the same, you didn't end up sleeping on the floor together, too close to be friends, many times you didn't even sit close to talk, each of you talked from your bed, looking at the ceiling, because you both knew that if you looked into each other's eyes everything would change, they say that eyes never lie and abby could prove it, she was sure that if you looked in her eyes you could see everything about her, all of her feelings made a chaos and this terrified her.

“Are we fine?” Abby asked in a whisper on one of those nights, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.

You felt your chest tighten, because even at the sudden question you knew what she meant, you knew she sensed the distance between you.

“Yeah, we're fine” You mumbled back, taking the courage to look up at Abby from your bed, only to find her turning her back to you.

Neither of you mentioned it again, neither of you dared, so you went about your daily lives, concentrating on school and feeling your conversations last less and less time, watching the flowers in the window fade and neither of you making an attempt to put up new ones.

Sometimes you used to see each other in the halls of the school, just giving each other a polite smile, Abby could feel her stomach tighten when she saw you talking to some girl in the halls, laughing at her jokes as you laughed at hers, you couldn't help but feel nauseous when you saw her with Owen, the boy always holding her or with his hands on her body, you always thought he touched her too rough, not gentle as she deserved.

Your mind was still in chaos, you couldn't concentrate on anything, you needed to clear your mind, or maybe occupy it with something other than abby, so what better idea than to go to a campus party, there's nothing better than a party full of drunken idiots and the smell of weed!!!! — notice the sarcasm —

Manny had definitely exaggerated with what he told abby, you didn't go with a different girl to every party, at least not to sleep with them, many times they were just your friends or girls you walked home or chatted with, but for manny and the rest of the guys it was impossible for a lesbian to have female friends and not sleep with them.

Abby wasn't a fan of parties, not as much as you, she went to some when Owen asked her to, but she didn't see the point in drinking beer with strangers while music she hated was playing, so when you offered her to go to the party with you she refused.

You thought that this party would be your opportunity to try to fix things with Abby, you thought that going alone would not do much good if Abby was still on your mind, so inviting her was your best option, you could apologize to her for being so distant and maybe after a while at the party things would get better between the two of you and everything could be like before.

But Abby's refusal changed all your plans, the blonde told you that she had to study and finish some work, plus she didn't feel like going to a party, which you automatically assumed was that she didn't want to go with you.

Trying to ignore the pressure in your chest you simply nodded and didn't press any more, if she didn't want to go you weren't the one to force her, you could fix things later, couldn't you? You hoped so.

While you were getting ready Abby couldn't take her eyes off you, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it, of course she wouldn't let you notice her but she just couldn't help but gawk at you changing and putting on that damn pink lipgloss that made your lips look amazing.

When you left the room Abby gasped in frustration, what the fuck was she doing? Why wouldn't those fucking feelings go away?

The party was in full swing, half the party was already drunk or stoned, dancing ridiculously to the music and some kissing when they thought they weren't seen, spoiler, they were.

Still you just couldn't change your mood, you were on your third or fourth glass of a dubious punch to which you had added some vodka, but the party seemed more boring than ever, your friends were chatting and dancing, you smiled slightly seeing them, but you didn't share their happiness, so you stayed at the back, drinking boredly from your cup and wishing that by some miracle your night would change for something more interesting.

But the universe definitely wanted to screw you, because instead of some cute blonde girl falling into your arms all you got was a drunk guy crashing into you and making you spill your punch on your blouse, your white blouse, great.

“Watch where you're going!” You said with annoyance, trying to wipe your shirt with a napkin, but the guy didn't even look at you, he was too drunk to offer an apology or walk straight.

Great, absolutely great, your night was already going to shit a while ago and now your only white blouse was covered in a pink stain.

“That's definitely not coming off.”

You had to restrain yourself from turning your head abruptly at that voice, that voice you knew perfectly well.

You didn't have to turn around because the girl appeared in front of you, looking as spectacular as ever, without saying a word Abby took the napkin, standing in front of you and wiping some of the punch on your blouse and neck.

“I thought you weren't coming” You muttered under your breath, your voice a little strained from the alcohol, but you weren't even thinking clearly enough to care, the words were already coming out without you wanting them to.

“Let's go to the bathroom, we'll see if something can be done” Abby replied, ignoring your question and gently taking your wrist, making her way through the crowd of people to the bathroom, which by some miracle was empty.

Abby walked into the bathroom with you, closing the door behind her, still with her hand on your wrist as if she feared you were going to stumble, which was definitely a possibility, at what point did you get this drunk? A few minutes ago you were fine and now the alcohol hit you hard.

“You said you weren't coming” You repeated with a frown, had she changed her mind?

Abby didn't say a word, she just motioned for you to sit on the edge of the tub while she took a washcloth and wet it, coming over to you and sinking between your legs, gently wiping the stain on your shirt, her touch careful as if she was afraid to make you uncomfortable.

Your gaze was fixed on Abby, you felt your heart pounding so hard it would pound out of your chest, Abby looked spectacular, she always did, but the alcohol made your thoughts drift further away.

Your gaze was fixed on Abby, on her blonde hair and her look of concentration as she cleaned your blouse, soon your mind began to wander, thinking about how good Abby looked between your legs, so close to you.

No! No, no, no, no.

You couldn't think those things, not about your friend, not about Abby specifically, as soon as the thoughts came you shook your head trying to push them away.

It's the alcohol, you said to yourself trying to convince yourself, but everyone knows that alcohol just brings the truth to light, but you couldn't admit that.

“Owen invited me, he wanted me to come with him” Abby's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, reminding you that you had brought up — twice — that you thought she wasn't coming, that was her explanation and you instantly frowned, the mere mention of Owen made a knot in your stomach and reminded you why you had put that distance between the two of you, a bitter feeling settled in your stomach, the idea that she had agreed to come with Owen but not with you made a feeling of jealousy settle in you, probably your expression of bitterness was very obvious, so you were grateful that Abby was still cleaning your blouse and did not see how you rolled your eyes at Owen's mention.

"I was hoping I could see you here... be with you" Abby's voice was quieter, not looking you in the eye, as if saying she wanted to see you was a confession that shouldn't be heard.

Your heart flipped in your chest and as if you were a teenager in love, your face flushed, yet the alcohol made you think too much and the words were out of your mouth before you could think clearly.

“But you're with Owen” You mumbled, Abby knew you were talking about the party, that she had come to this party with Owen, but a part of you and her knew you weren't just talking about the party, Abby was with Owen, he was her boyfriend.

“He just keeps smoking with his friends, he won't even notice I'm gone” Abby murmured softly, standing up and extending a hand to you, which you took gently, you felt a rush of electricity run through your body almost instantly, as if something had clicked.

“I told you it wouldn't come off” Abby's voice snapped you out of your thoughts, now realizing that she wasn't even taking your hand anymore and instead was looking at your breast, no, your blouse, which was stained red and showing through a little.

Why the fuck did you have to wear a white blouse to a party? Now it seemed like the worst idea in the world.

“I can lend you my sweater, I'm wearing a shirt underneath” Abby said, trying — and failing — to avert her gaze from your now transparent shirt, she didn't want you to go out like that, for anyone else to see you like that.

Abby didn't even wait for an answer, removing her sweater and thank god the sweater covered her face for an instant because she would have seen you staring at her abs that were revealed as she lifted her shirt, damn it.

“Here” Abby said softly, but instead of handing it to you she walked over to you with the sweater in her hands and you got the message instantly, raising your arms and letting her put the sweater on you, her hands lingering a little too long on your waist before she pulled away nervously, looking anywhere but at you.

“Come on” Abby murmured somewhat nervously, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of the bathroom onto one of the couches, sitting next to you still with some distance, fearing that if she touched you again that rush would return.

You felt like you were in some kind of dream, like you were floating, you didn't know whether to blame it on the alcohol or the smell of Abby in her sweater, you loved her damn perfume, you could smell it all the time in the room but being surrounded by it was a totally different experience.

Both stayed on the couch for a while, making fun of the idiocies that people did and talking about anything, as if the rest of the world didn't exist, at some point the words ran out and you ended up sitting without saying anything, it wasn't an uncomfortable silence, not at all.

Your head was leaning back on the couch, looking at Abby sideways with a smile on your face, you didn't even try to hide it, your gaze ran over every detail of Abby's face, your eyes practically glowing at the sight.

Abby felt your gaze, how could she not, you were staring at her, when she turned to you, she thought you would look away, but you didn't, those bright eyes were still locked on her, looking at her as if she was the most beautiful wonder in the world.

For some reason Abby couldn't take her eyes off you, watching every detail of your face with admiration, you both laughed, you didn't even know why, maybe because of the stupidity of the situation or the way your heart was beating too hard in your chest.

You both remained sitting on the couch, looking at each other with a smile, your hands were so close on the couch that abby only needed to move her pinky a little and she could have you in her hands, as if a force was pulling you, but as always, that same force that attracted you so close, in an instant could pull you in the opposite direction.

“Come here baby!”

You didn't even have time to blink before you felt Abby being lifted off the couch, her weight suddenly disappearing and that force pulling you away, that force called Owen.

The boy grabbed her hand, pulling her to her feet and hugging her from behind with a goofy grin as he moved to the music, obviously too drunk and stoned to notice Abby's discomfort let alone yours.

Abby stirred in his grip obviously uncomfortable, the smell of weed making her stomach churn, but she didn't dare move away, all of owen's friends were watching them with a smile, some girls whispering about how they wished they were in abby's place, this was the right thing to do wasn't it? So what was that damn knot in her stomach?

For some reason you didn't dare to look away, even as that pressure in your chest continued to grow, your gaze was obviously uncomfortable and Abby could feel it digging into the back of her head, she didn't dare look in your direction, afraid of what she would see on your face.

For Abby it was the longest song in the world, she was grateful for the moment when Owen reached out for a cigarette because she was able to walk away and sit next to you again, a little closer this time, her happiness was short lived as Owen sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer to him.

It was probably the alcohol that made you so direct, because you couldn't stop yourself from looking at abby and owen bitterly, your gaze going from owen's arm on abby's shoulders to owen's lips on abby's jaw and neck, it was disgusting.

The guy did nothing but cause that reaction in you, nausea, if you could use one word to describe him it would be douchebag, he didn't even notice you were wearing Abby's sweater, was he too drunk or was he always like that? You didn't give a shit.

The rest of the night was bitter for both you and abby, your only fun was seeing how many cups of vodka punch you could drink before you passed out and drowned the fucking butterflies in your stomach, but abby didn't agree with your fun.

“Okay that's enough” Abby said firmly but with a certain gentleness when it came to you, taking your wrist and taking the cup from you, helping you to your feet, taking you by the waist with gentleness and embarrassment, as if she was afraid to touch you.

“Where are you going?” Owen asks with some annoyance, looking at Abby and you with a frown.

“To the dorm, she's too drunk to stay here by herself” Abby said with some obviousness, holding you tighter when she felt you wobble.

Owen let out a bitter laugh, looking at you from head to toe as if he didn't quite believe Abby's words.

"And you're going to leave me here? One of her girlfriends could take her to the dorm" Owen spat with annoyance, as if leaving him alone at the party was a horrible thing to do. Abby had to ignore the pang in her chest at the mention of your “girlfriends,” Manny's words coming back to her mind, but she forced herself to calm down.

“I'm her friend and we share a dorm, besides I'm tired” Abby said, it was a lame excuse, but in a way it was true, she was tired, she hated parties, she had only come because she felt guilty about your disappointed expression when she told you she wasn't going.

Owen scoffed, rolling his eyes bitterly and lighting a cigarette without looking at Abby.

“Do whatever the fuck you want” Owen spat before disappearing into the crowd, obviously annoyed with Abby and the fact that he had ruined his plans to spend the night with her.

Abby ignored the bitter feeling that settled in her stomach and kept walking with you, or rather staggering, as you were too drunk to walk upright.

Abby let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached the dorm, helping you sit on the bed, taking one of your hair ties and making a messy ponytail, just so you wouldn't be bothered by the hair in your face.

“Are you okay?” abby asked softly as she noticed how quiet you had been all the way, you didn't respond, your gaze went all over her face, it looked like a work of art.

Before you could think about it your hand was already up, holding her cheek gently, your thumb caressing her cheekbone and getting a little too close to her lips.

“You're so pretty, abby” You muttered under your breath without looking away, abby thought she would die right there, her mouth opening and closing several times, trying to say something, but to no avail.

A smile spread across your face as you watched her cheeks flush, your thumb gently stroking her cheek.

Abby felt as if a force was pulling her to you, her gaze went to your lips and for the first time she allowed herself to think about how they would feel, if they would taste like that cherry lipstick you always wore, if they would be as soft as she imagined, if they would feel as good as she wished.

“I-I'll get you some water” Abby murmured snapping out of her trance, pulling away almost suddenly, as if she feared that if she stared at you a little longer she wouldn't be able to turn back.

Abby went to get water with trembling hands, trying to calm herself.

She's drunk, she doesn't know what she's saying, we're just friends, this isn't right, I have a boyfriend.

Abby repeated those words over and over again, trying to engrave them in her mind and in her heart.

Abby tucked you into bed after making you drink enough water and was thankful you were an easy sleeper, because she couldn't bear to see your shining eyes one more second without her heart bursting out of her chest.

Even if it was two in the morning Abby had to take a shower, trying to calm the heat in her body that had been tormenting her since the party, since the moment she was between your legs while she was cleaning your blouse, since her hands touched your waist when she put her sweater on you.

That fucking sweater, Abby wanted to die when she put it on you, it was like an image from a dream, she hoped you'd never give it back, she wanted to see you wearing it forever, she wanted you to be surrounded by her scent all the fucking time.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” Abby said in a sigh, turning on the cold water even more, the guilt she felt for her strange feelings was already too much, touching herself thinking about her best friend wearing her sweater was crossing the line.

Abby tried to calm herself, showering and ignoring the shivering of her body against the icy water, the words “this is wrong” repeating over and over in her head, how something so wrong could feel so damn amazing?

Her mind couldn't help but start to wander, going back to that moment when she was between your legs cleaning your blouse, that moment when she was about to blow it all away, that moment when she had smelled your delicious perfume and had been closer to your boobs than she had ever imagined.

Even the cold water couldn't stop a warmth from settling in Abby's stomach, her hand mindlessly going between her legs, trying to relieve the heat that was growing by the second.

A breathy moan escaped her mouth as her hand finally made contact with her clit, her head leaning back against the icy tiles of the shower.

“You're so pretty abby.”

Your words repeated in her head and made her thrust her hips against her fingers, letting out a low whimper.

You, the prettiest girl abby knew, thought she was pretty, the very thought made abby's legs shake, she knew you were drunk, that it was just a compliment on the air, but the way you said it sounded so sincere and sweet that abby couldn't help but replay it in her mind, wishing you really meant it.

Abby bit her lip trying to hold back her moans, her fingers moving in a slow and gentle rhythm, wanting to stretch this moment out as long as possible, but trying not to give herself away with her sounds, the last thing she wanted was to wake you up, the idea terrified her, what would you think of her? That she was a disgusting creep?

The thought made her movements stop completely, what would you think of her if you knew her feelings? Would it disgust you, or maybe you would think she was a freak?

A bitter feeling settled in Abby's chest and made all the warmth in her body disappear.

You were her best friend, she had a boyfriend, you were both girls, she didn't even know if you had feelings for her, this was wrong, there were a thousand reasons why this wasn't right and yet Abby clung to only one, the way her heart seemed to come back to life when she was with you.

Abby slept to say the least, terrible, she got out of the shower frustrated but just couldn't finish when so many thoughts wandered through her mind, so now she was both emotionally and sexually frustrated, great.

In the morning Abby couldn't even look you in the eye, remembering that she almost came the night before thinking about you made her whole face turn red, and you could clearly tell something was up.

“Is something wrong, Abby?” You asked softly as you prepared breakfast for the both of you, the hangover was killing you and while some chocolate bagels weren't the healthiest thing, they were what would get you through the morning.

"Oh? Umh no nothing, why do you say that?" Abby stuttered nervously, again avoiding your gaze, which only made you more confused, yes you had been drunk the night before but it wasn't that bad right? You hadn't done anything stupid as far as you could remember.

“I don't know, you're... weird” You said softly, but not unkindly “I did something ridiculous last night didn't I?” You asked with mock exhasperation to which abby laughed nervously, shaking her head, it was she who had done something stupid, not you.

“No, you were just a little drunk but I got you home before you could do something really stupid” Abby said, trying to keep her tone nonchalant and sarcastic, which caused you to chuckle.

“Yeah, thanks for that...sorry for ruining your night with Owen” You said softly, you could remember owen's annoyance when Abby offered to take you to the dorm, you knew owen was anything but happy, especially when it came to you, you couldn't say he hated you but you were definitely not to his liking.

“Oh no, never mind” Abby said quickly, you had no reason to feel guilty “You saved me a bit, I was tired and I just wanted to come to sleep” Abby admitted without looking at you, it was her more subtle way of admitting that she preferred to spend the night with you.

“Oh yeah?” You repeated with some surprise, “Owen seemed really annoyed.”

“He's always annoyed” Abby added quietly, taking a sip of her coffee, the way she said it was...strange, as if she had already accepted that her boyfriend was always annoyed and irritated

Your heart for some reason squeezed at this, why did Abby have to be with Owen? How could Owen always be annoyed with someone like Abby by his side? It seemed illogical in your eyes.

Neither of you dared to say much more. Breakfast passed in silence, but not the awkward one of the past few weeks, but a warmer one, full of things left unsaid for fear of breaking something that was just starting to heal. Both were thinking about the same thing: the night before, that party where you looked at each other more than you should have and talked less than you wanted to.

Both felt that so much had happened at the party and nothing at the same time, neither spoke as much as you should have, but those glances and moments between smiles seemed to mean more.

You both repeated it over and over again, as if you wanted to keep even the silences. As if they both knew that, perhaps, that was as close as you could get.

“Do you want me to walk you to your class?” Abby asked, her voice low, a little softer than usual.

Her voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you nodded almost immediately. After so many weeks loaded with tension, half-glances and doubts, you needed a moment of calm by her side, without that lingering awkwardness that had been separating you.

You walked through the campus without rushing. It was early and the sky was cloudy, there were almost no students yet, and that gave the moment an intimate air, as if the world had paused a little just for the two of you.

Abby walked beside you in silence, and everything about her felt... calmer. Not like before, but not like in recent weeks either. The tension was no longer creating a knot in her stomach, now it was just her hands anxiously playing with the sleeves of her jacket.

You couldn't say everything was okay, because something inside you kept holding you back, reminding you that Abby had a boyfriend, and the last thing you wanted was for her to see you as someone who expected something from her. You didn't want to cross that line.

So, like other times, you kept telling yourself that you were friends. Just friends. And if that was all you could have from her, that was enough for you. You had to convince yourself that it was enough, even if it hurt.

You decided to bury everything else, to ignore all those feelings as if they didn't exist, you hid it as best you could, talking with that normality you missed, pretending there was nothing between the lines.

The conversation flowed smoothly. You talked about classes, about nonsense, about what you had missed in those weeks that felt longer than they should have. None of you mentioned the awkwardness of the past few days or last night's party.

Abby seemed calmer and more relaxed, laughing at your jokes and telling you things with ease. She was still the same Abby you missed, the one who made you laugh until your stomach hurt, the one who made the talks feel smooth.

The blonde couldn't help but watch you, the way you laughed and talked so relaxed, the way you always watched her as she spoke, listening and paying attention to her, not just ignoring her as if her words were background conversation.

When you arrived in your classroom neither of you dared to say goodbye, you simply stood awkwardly in the doorway, as if you feared that when you parted things would be awkward again,

"Do you want to have lunch together? We can go to that coffee shop you like" You asked timidly, you didn't want Abby to think you were going to walk away, you wanted to comfort her, to remind her that you weren't going to walk away, that her friendship was important to you.

Abby barely took a second to nod, a smile appearing on her face instantly “Yeah, sure” Abby stammered instantly “I'll see you when classes are over.”

Her smile was genuine. One of those that you had missed more than you dared to admit.

“See you then, Abby” You replied with one of those smiles that made abby melt.

And before you went inside, you looked at her one last time. You didn't say anything else. But Abby stood there in the hallway, watching you walk away with her heart pounding so hard she had to lean against the wall for a second.

Things were definitely better, they felt better, everything would be better, right?

The next few days things definitely felt better, you both went back to talking to each other like normal friends, telling each other about your day and chatting about anything, Abby would walk you to your classroom almost every day, when she wasn't staying with Owen.

Oh and there was the other thing, neither of you dared mention Owen, neither boyfriends nor relationships, it was an elephant in the room that no one bothered to mention.

It seemed like a forbidden topic in the bedroom, when Abby went out with Owen or stayed in his dorm she never really mentioned him, she would just send you a text and that was it.

I won't make it to the dorm tonight, lock the door and rest well <3.

That was all you had, you didn't have to be a fortune teller to know where she was spending the night, yet you stuck with your plan to bury your feelings as deep down as possible, to keep your friendship going, so you ignored that knot in your stomach and acted normal.

“Okay, take care abs :]”

Simple and no questions asked, partly because you didn't want to know the answer.

Abby still didn't fully understand what had happened between the two of you, but from the way you reacted, she assumed you just couldn't stand Owen or had a bad relationship with him.

It was a simple excuse and it worked in your favor, you didn't have to listen to her talk about him and Abby didn't ask you any questions. The excuse was actually very good, it made sense to Abby, she had never seen you talk to Owen much, your bad mood started when you told her he was your boyfriend and at the party you kept giving him dirty looks, so you hated him right? All this had nothing to do with how much you hated him specifically for being her boyfriend, right?

Those nights that Abby did stay in the dorm were probably the best, sometimes you would have a simple dinner in the dorm while you did your homework, which meant listening to Abby try to learn a thousand medical terms you didn't know, but you always tried to help her by asking her questions and even let her draw the muscles of your face so she could remember them, Your face ended up full of drawings that simulated the muscles and a tiny text with the name of each one, you spent half the time laughing at how ridiculous you looked but it was all worth it when Abby came back the next day with a perfect grade on the exam.

"That's great Abby! I'm proud of you" You said cheerfully, the words coming out of your mouth with an ease that surprised Abby, but mostly it made a warmth spread in her chest, you seemed genuinely happy for her.

“As a thank you today dinner is on me” Abby said softly, it was the least she could do after keeping you awake the last few nights while you accompanied her to study.

You nodded faster than you could think but soon your excitement abruptly cut short, your happiness fading a little.

“That would seriously be awesome but I can't today” You said with an apologetic grimace “I volunteered for the student club fair.” Despite the sorrow, your voice carried a note of excitement that you couldn't quite disguise. You loved that fair. Every year the school held it as a fundraiser for charity -a children's activity, games, face painting, raffles, a small celebration with a big purpose. And even though you did it for the cause, there was a part of you that also did it for the smiles of the children, for that warm feeling that the whole day left you with, because you always felt your heart more alive when you saw the children laugh.

You expected a look of disappointment on Abby's face. Maybe a joke, a shrug, something that said she wasn't happy. But her expression didn't change for a second.

Instead, a slight, sincere smile graced her lips.

“I can go with you” Abby said, as if she didn't need to think about it, a thousand ideas running through her mind telling her it was a bad idea, she didn't like fairs, not in the least, but then she saw your eyes light up just hearing her say it all the noise inside her faded away.

"Really? That would be awesome! I'm going to be at the face painting booth so it'll just be for a little while and then we can eat one of those crappy hotdogs" You said cheerfully to which Abby laughed and nodded, at that moment everything felt so much simpler.

The fair was something out of a teen movie, colorful balloons, blankets on the grass and makeshift wooden stands filled the sports field. Student volunteers had set up everything from a game station to a homemade dessert booth. Some teachers walked around with cameras, others helped coordinate the students, while others kept the teens from making a mess, alcohol was prohibited as it was a family event but everyone knew that many didn't care.

Abby was not a fan of fairs, not at all, there was a lot of noise, a lot of people crowded together and she would never admit it out loud but she was traumatized after seeing Final Destination Three, but here she was now, at a student fair just to see that damn beautiful smile on your face.

You were the first to arrive, a while before Abby, you told her you had to set up the booth and that was boring, so Abby arrived a while later, even a little before the fair started, wanting to help you a little but not wanting to look intense.

Abby stood for a few moments looking at you before she approached, just admiring you, you looked genuinely happy, arranging your booth and putting up a sign with funny letters she was sure you had made, her gaze went to your face, where on the right side of your eye was a pretty painted flower, It matched your clothes and made your face come alive, but Abby didn't care about your booth or the flower on your face, what stood out to her was your smile, your bright smile that made her want to spend all her time next to you and make the stupidest jokes just to keep that smile on her face.

When Abby accepted that it was enough time staring at you and that she was definitely going to look like a creep if she kept standing there, she finally walked over, her footsteps echoing on the grass and making you look up, smiling instantly and approaching Abby to greet her.

“I'm so glad you came, you really shouldn't have bothered” You said softly, not wanting abby to feel pressured to spend her night with you at a student fair, but abby instantly shook her head softly.

“It's nothing, I can help you a little if you want, but I'll warn you that my artistic skills are nonexistent” Abby said with a giggle, sitting down next to you in a little plastic chair.

“I'd really appreciate it” You said softly with a small laugh, finishing organizing the face paints and waiting for the first children to start arriving.

It wasn't long before the fair was full, kids arriving at your booth with a smile on their face, most of them little kids accompanied by their parents, the teenagers thinking they were too cool for such things and just laughing at the sight of your face painting, but you didn't care, you were here for Abby and the kids, everyone else could fuck off.

Child after child approached the little booth, all leaving with a beaming smile and a face full of colors, butterflies, superheroes, tigers, unicorns... whatever they asked for, you made it happen with a few strokes and a smile.

Abby watched you silently, with a half smile that wouldn't go away, there was something hypnotic about watching you work like that, your quiet concentration, the way you listened attentively even when the kids talked to you about their favorite cartoons or what they had for lunch, you nodded, laughed with them, asked them questions as if they were the most important thing in the world.

You had a natural ease with them, and it melted Abby's heart to no end.

She'd never told you, but seeing you like this — so you — melted her completely.

“There, all butterfly” You said with a smile, holding out a mirror to the girl and watching her face light up with a smile, prancing in place.

"I love it! Look mommy how do I look?" The little girl asked animatedly, approaching her mother and showing her the painting on her face with a smile.

“Precious love, say thank you to the girl” Said the woman kindly, to which the little girl immediately came over to you giving you a half hug and mumbling endless “Thank you's” animatedly.

Abby, sitting next to you, saw it all.

And for a moment, she forgot to breathe.

She saw you crouch down to the little girl's level, smile at her without rushing her, gently tuck her hair before letting her run to her mom. And when you turned to her, Abby still had that soft expression, somewhere between surprised and completely soft, for you.

“What?” You asked with a nervous laugh, pulling out a tissue to wipe some paint off your finger.

“You're good with them, with the kids” Abby murmured softly with a sweet smile, you shrugged, a soft smile appearing on your face.

“I just like to see them smile” You said softly, as if it was something simple, to you it was.

“Well you're a natural, all the kids smile at the sight of you like you're a princess” Abby said teasingly, with a softness she only had when she was talking to you.

There was a small silence. The kind of pause that leaves room for something else to come in. And then Abby said it, without drama, without overthinking:

“You'd make a good mom.”

Your fingers froze on the tissue, and so did your heart. The phrase hovered between you until after a few seconds you knew you had to respond.

“Thank you...” You whispered, not quite knowing what else to say.

But Abby didn't answer. She just looked at you for a second longer, as if she had just seen something in you that she already sensed but didn't want to name. As if, for a moment, imagining you in that other role, not just as her friend, but as something more, had seemed too easy for her. Too real.

Abby mentally beat herself up for letting her mind go so far, for letting herself imagine things that wouldn't happen, for letting herself dream more than she deserved.

The blonde stayed by your side for the rest of the fair, she wasn't lying when she said art wasn't her thing, you found that out as soon as she tried to draw a star that ended up looking like a badly made circle, So, for everyone's sake, you assigned her safer tasks like holding the paint palette and applying glitter on the finishing touches. You didn't want any kids to come out crying because their unicorn looked like a swamp monster.

“I want a braid like yours too!” said a little girl suddenly, pointing at Abby with her eyes sparkling with excitement. You were just beginning to paint her little face when you heard the request.

The girl's older brother shot you a quick glance, as if silently apologizing, perhaps fearing that you would be upset to add something else to the job.

But Abby was already smiling, the blonde had a weak heart for that sort of thing, so in an instant she nodded sweetly, knelt down behind her and began to gently braid her hair and the little girl kept looking at her as if she was the coolest person in the world.

You calmly painted the little girl's face, making butterfly wings on each side of her eyes, while Abby gently braided her hair, in moments like this she looked softer, calmer, more her, and you couldn't help but stare at her a little too hard.

“ready” Abby said with a smile, watching the girl smile excitedly at the sight of her painted face and braided hair.

“Thank you!” Said the excited little girl, running over to show her big brother how it had turned out, who smiled softly and murmured a low “Thank you”.

“Looks like you're good with kids too” You said softly with a smile as you saw Abby's warm expression, there was a sparkle in her eyes that made your heart pound.

Abby hummed softly, nodding gently as she wiped her hands.

“You want to have children?” you asked after a few moments, somewhat surprised by your own question, if you were honest you could imagine Abby as a good mother, at times like this laughing with the children, treating them with gentleness, it was easy to imagine her as a good mother.

“Yeah” Abby admitted after a few seconds of silence, a small smile settling on her face as she imagined it “I guess I would like to have them someday, but I don't know how good a mother I would be” Abby added more quietly, a little unsure of herself, she had grown up under her father's care and couldn't ask for more, but she often wondered how good a mother she would be without someone to teach her.

You instantly frowned at her words, somewhat incredulous at her words.

“I'm sure you would be an amazing mum, Abby” You said with a soft smile, your words didn't sound forced or fake, but genuine, even in Abby's insecurity, your words made her heart feel a little calmer.

Your eyes lit up when you saw Abby's smile and an idea appeared on your face, the event was calmer and the children were enjoying the food, so you could take advantage of it.

“Let me paint your face” You said with a smile, not expecting an answer as you were already picking up the color palettes.

“What? What am I going to be? A butterfly?” Abby said sarcastically, but not stopping you as you approached her.

“Trust me, I let you paint all the muscles on my face” You said with amusement, sitting down in front of Abby carefully brushing her locks out of her face and tucking them behind her ears.

“Yeah but no one saw that” Abby replied, feeling a shiver as your hands touched her face, holding her still.

“Don't worry, you're going to look beautiful” You said with that same tone of voice you used with the children, making Abby laugh slightly, but finally resigning herself.

Your hands gently cupped Abby's cheek, your brush tracing figures with ease, your gaze going from time to time to Abby's eyes watching her stare at you with a smile, your heart just pounding at this.

“Don't move” You muttered under your breath, even if abby didn't, it was you who was trembling slightly.

Abby was so close that you could admire every detail of her face, her eyelashes, those eyes that seemed to shine like stars, those eyes that did nothing but melt you.

Abby was looking at you with those eyes that didn't know how to lie. There was sweetness there. And something else you didn't want to name.

You couldn't.

You shouldn't

Because if you did, if you even allowed that possibility to float in the air, you risked losing the only thing you had, Abby as a friend.

After the most eternal minutes for you and the most fugacious for abby you finally finished, a pretty flower ran along the left side of abby's eye, the same color as her hair and with white details, it wasn't anything artistic by any stretch of the imagination, but when abby looked in the mirror it looked like she had seen a marvel.

“Wow” Abby said with a giggle, looking at the drawing with a smile, never in her life would she have done something like that, too embarrassed by what others would think, believing she would look too childish or ridiculous, but at that moment neither of those thoughts were running through her mind.

“Come, let's take a picture” You said cheerfully, pulling your phone out of your pocket and sitting down next to Abby, feeling her hand settle on your back, moving a little until it rested on your waist.

Abby swore that for a moment she felt your body leaning against hers, as you took the picture, that smile shining on your face, at that moment she didn't know if it was her heart or yours that was beating so strongly at the closeness.

For a moment she wished it was both.

When you took the picture you pulled away almost instantly, trying to calm your pounding heart and the blush on your cheeks that you wished Abby hadn't noticed.

Abby wasn't the most observant, at least not with others, but she seemed to have developed a talent with you, because she noticed instantly how your hands trembled slightly as you looked at the picture, how you tried to hold back a smile as you saw your faces on the screen, and she was sure she could see for an instant a glint in your eyes, a glimmer of something more than affection.

And for the first time in weeks, Abby wished you weren't so good at hiding your feelings.

The silence between you settled, soft and full of something unspoken, the fair was slowly fading, the balloons tied to the tables were already strewn across the field, some children were sleeping in their parents' arms, and volunteers were beginning to pick up the last brushes and paint buckets with stained hands and tired smiles, all was quiet and gentle until a familiar voice broke it like a bucket of cold water.

“Shit what did they do to your face?” Said that voice you both knew perfectly well, Owen and his stupid mocking laugh, approaching nonchalantly along with his friends.

Abby blinked in surprise, coming out of her bubble all at once, snapping back to bloody reality.

“It's face paint, Owen” Abby replied, more defensively than she expected.

Owen let out a mocking laugh, approaching abby, as if examining the drawing.

“Looks like you were attacked by a kid with paint” Owen said mockingly, causing a chuckle from his friends and an uncomfortable expression on his girlfriend's face.

“Whose idea was it? Yours or the artist here?” Owen murmured, nodding his head condescendingly at you.

An inexplicable annoyance came over you, you had to restrain yourself from blurting out an insult or something else at the boy for daring to talk like that towards his own girlfriend.

“It was my idea, I did it” You admitted without looking directly at him.

“Ah it shows” Owen said letting out a laugh that made your heart squeeze, your gaze turned back to the brushes, starting to clean them in silence, suddenly feeling like you were left over in your own space.

Abby didn't answer right away. Something inside her shrank when she saw your reaction, you had liked that flower, it was pretty. The calm glow you had a second ago had faded, all because Owen had come in with his empty jokes and his inability to read the room.

“I like it” Abby said without thinking too much, looking at Owen defensively, as if daring him to tease you again.

“What?” Owen said with an incredulous laugh, as if surprised that Abby would be saying such a thing.

“The face painting, I like it” Abby repeated calmly, this time not letting Owen's comments crush her.

For a second, Owen was silent. He wasn't usually at a loss for words, but something in Abby's tone threw him off.

After a few seconds Owen scoffed, shrugging his shoulders in disinterest.

“Whatever you say” Owen said with disinterest and some annoyance in his voice, he was used to Abby taking his teasing or laughing at his passive aggressive comments, not this.

You didn't know if you wanted to be swallowed up by the earth, run or jump, because Abby Anderson had defended you, or something, it didn't matter, you just didn't know what to do, your heart was pounding in your chest.

“I'm done” You mumbled, more to Abby and to yourself, putting away the last of your things and wiping your hands with a rag, you intended to leave, to leave them alone because at the end of the day you had no right with Abby, no right to take her and get her away from her dickhead boyfriend.

But Abby didn't agree with that, so before you could leave she gently grabbed your wrist.

“I'll walk you to drop that off and then we'll go for a walk, I still owe you that crappy hotdog” Abby said softly, as if it was just the two of you, as if her boyfriend wasn't looking at you with a face like he wanted to break your wrist that Abby was holding.

But in that moment, you didn't give a shit if Owen wanted to break every bone in your body, because abby's gentle touch on your wrist showed you that she wanted this and for one night you wanted to let yourself feel it.

“Okay” You said softly, taking one of the boxes as abby took the other, but before she reached your side owen grabbed her arm, stopping her abruptly.

“Since when did you and she become so close?” Owen asked with a hint of annoyance that he couldn't disguise.

“Since a while ago” Abby replied with disinterest, breaking free of his grip and going after you, catching up with you in no time and starting to walk beside you.

After dropping off the volunteer boxes, you walked to a nearby food stand. It was late, and the only place open served the crappiest hot dogs ever, but neither of you cared.

You both ate those crappy hot dogs on a bench that looked like it was about to fall apart, laughing at how they tasted and talking about anything and everything, feeling like it was just the two of you in the world.

Abby glanced at you several times. As if she wanted to say something. As if she was about to.

But she didn't.

And you didn't ask either.

"Abby! Earth to Abby! What are you thinking about?"

Manny's voice snapped her out of her thoughts — plagued by you — and brought her attention back to reality, to the game that was about to begin.

“oh no, nothing, it's nothing.”

Abby stammered, though it was obvious her thoughts were elsewhere, but she couldn't show that now, she had a game, an important one, she couldn't distract herself by thinking about her roommate, who made her feel butterflies and whom she couldn't stop dreaming about every time she closed her eyes.

“Jeez, you can't lie, Owen really has you smitten.”

Manny said with amusement and mockery, believing her distraction was because of her beautiful boyfriend, but Abby didn't laugh at all, Owen, right, her boyfriend, the blonde had forgotten all about him, she hadn't even talked to him much this week — not that they usually talked that much either — Abby had begun to find him especially irritating, the boy constantly wanting to go to parties and ignoring Abby's intense career, calling her a killjoy when she refused to go.

“Yeah, right, Owen.”

Abby said in a sigh, trying to prove him right, she couldn't tell it was someone else who was in her head.

The game soon started and Abby tried her best to concentrate, as always giving her best at the match, that was until her gaze wandered slightly to the stands, seeing Owen sitting in the stands, to say he looked bored was an understatement, his gaze wandered around the field with disinterest, looking too much at girls who were not Abby.

Abby shook her head, trying not to think about it and focusing on the match, failing miserably.

Abby knew it hadn't been her best match, her mind was distracted, so by halftime the match wasn't going in her favor.

"You seem a little distracted."

Abby thought she was hallucinating, was she hearing your voice now?

"Abby?"

Well, she definitely wasn't dreaming, you were standing in front of her, looking at her with that stupid smile that made her melt, looking damn amazing.

“Oh hey.” Abby stammered, cursing at her nervousness. "What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in class?"

Abby asked with some confusion, taking a sip of her water and wiping away the sweat, shit her arms looked damn good.

Focus!

“Ah yeah, I finished early and thought I'd come see you.”

You admitted with a smile, your class hadn't actually finished early, but you weren't going to miss the chance to see Abby play, looking damn stunning.

“Oh well, thanks.”

Abby murmured and you swore you could see a little blush on her cheeks, she wasn't going to admit it but your presence somehow calmed her nervousness .

"I'll watch you from the stands, yeah? Good luck, you can handle it, abs."

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them, it was as if you needed to say them, and you couldn't be more grateful because the smile that spread across Abby's face was priceless.

“Thanks dove.”

Abby felt as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders, you were here, watching her play, watching her from the stands and giving her a thumbs up when she turned in your direction, she thought maybe she was crazy, but she swears she saw you wink at her. Owen completely disappeared from her mind, her gaze only turning to you whenever she had the chance.

The game went smoothly, Abby seemed much more focused and relaxed, her movements fast and precise, soon the score was in her favor and with a final shot from one of her teammates the time was up and they won the game.

It hadn't been Abby's best game but shit, she felt amazing, adrenaline was pumping through her body and a smile was spreading across her face.

The rest of the team erupted in shouts of happiness, all proud of one more win, soon the people in the stands began to approach, showering the players with congratulations and laughing, everything seemed perfect.

It seemed, past.

“Congratulations I guess, you know I don't lie, your plays weren't the best, but you still won” Owen's words made Abby's heart sink.

She wasn't asking for much, a congratulations, a simple “You did good”, but for the guy it seemed like a lot to ask.

“Oh... I was a little distracted” Abby mumbled not knowing what else to say, her heart still squeezed tight in her chest, she hated how a few simple words could ruin her mood.

"Too distracted thinking about me? You're a flirt abby" Owen said with a smirk, not noticing the blonde's discomfort one bit.

Abby had to force herself to laugh, because not for a second did that joke strike her as funny, she just felt her discomfort growing, that need to run consuming her.

“Let's celebrate your game, we're going to a party tonight and it's not up for discussion” Owen said, the last words more of an order.

Abby had to hold back the urge to scoff, just a few seconds ago he was telling her what a lousy game she had played and now he wanted to celebrate with a party? Ridiculous, he didn't even care about the game, he was just looking for an opportunity to drink and show off his “enviable relationship”, pure bullshit.

“Oh sure, I'll see if I have time, I've got exams-”

“Don't be a killjoy abby” Owen interrupted with irritation “You should be excited that we're going to a party after this lousy game, it would be a miracle if my friends don't laugh at me”

Owen scoffed, rolling his eyes at Abby's less than cheerful expression.

“I'll see you at nine o'clock, get yourself together, will you?” muttered Owen, looking Abby over from head to toe with a certain amount of condescension, before leaving with his group of friends.

Abby felt a knot in her stomach, the last thing she wanted right now was to go to a party, she didn't want to deal with her drunk boyfriend and at that moment the desire to sleep with him was non-existent, as was her desire to socialize.

“He's lovely.”

Abby's gaze shot up, looking at you with surprise as she saw you sitting on the bleachers just a few feet away, had you been here the whole time? What the fuck had you heard?

Abby's mouth opened and closed several times, unable to say a word, in the end she just sighed, she didn't know what to say, how could she defend her boyfriend who had acted like an ass? Simple, she couldn't.

“How can you tolerate him?” You asked with a frown, not understanding how Abby would let them treat her like that. “He doesn't know what he's talking about, you were amazing.”

Abby felt the color drain from her face, but it quickly returned in a rosy blush to her cheeks.

“Oh umh thanks...but he's right, it wasn't my best game.”

Abby didn't even get to finish, because a scoff from you stopped her.

"Are you seriously going to believe the words of a man who spent half the game on his phone? Please abby " You said with amusement, standing up and approaching her. “I saw the whole thing and I assure you, you were amazing” You said softly, giving her a smile, a genuine smile, and abby swore she was going to melt right there.

“You think so?” abby asked with some disbelief, she had never been one to doubt her abilities, not until this moment.

“Mhm, I wouldn't lie to you abby, it's not my style” You said with a small smile, abby knew perfectly well, you were more than straightforward.

“Thank you...it means a lot coming from you” Abby didn't know where she got the courage to say those words, but she didn't regret it for a second when she saw the smile that appeared on your face.

“You didn't look too convinced about going to the party today” You said with an amused smile, showing how you did notice all of her expressions.

“Umh oh that, I have exams and I don't want to stay up all night—”

“Abby your exams finished last week, you told me” You said with amusement, revealing her lie.

Abby's mouth dropped open in surprise, how did you remember? It's not that she thought you didn't listen to her, but she didn't think you paid that much attention to what she said, let alone things she barely mentioned between conversations.

You couldn't help but laugh slightly as you noticed abby's embarrassed expression as she revealed her lie, it was so cute.

“If you don't want to go to the ridiculous party you don't have to” You said softly, your voice more sympathetic and understanding. It was surprising for Abby to hear you say that the party was ridiculous, when more than once she had seen you at these parties. “If you want we can...have our own party.”

You suggested somewhat hesitantly, doubting a bit the reaction abby might have to your proposal, but you swore you saw a glint in abby's eye, so you continued,

“I'll buy food and we'll watch one of those thrillers you love” You suggested with a smile and abby had to restrain herself from nodding instantly, if she had a tail right now it would be wagging non-stop. “I'll buy the good alcohol, not the shitty beer they give out at parties.”

Abby swore her heart was going to burst out of her chest, she had to do everything in herself to act casual.

“Yeah, that sounds good, I like...the idea” Abby said, a small blush growing across her cheeks. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the party? You always go and I know you love those parties" Abby said softly, a little unsure, thinking that maybe you might feel obligated to stay with her.

“I like being with you more” You said softly and simply, abby swore her heart stopped, she had to be misreading things, her heart was playing tricks on her.

“Oh y-yeah, I like spending time with y-you too” Abby stammered, mentally beating herself up over this, she couldn't understand how you could make her feel this way just by existing. She felt like a teenager with her first crush. It was ridiculous!

“It's done then, you should take a shower while I go to the bedroom and get everything ready, we don't want all that grass on the bed” You said with amusement, looking at abby with those sparkling eyes that made her melt.

"Oh yeah, sure, I'll see you there, do you want me to bring anything? Chips, sweets-"

“With your lovely presence it's fine abby, see you in a bit” You said softly, feeling your heart flip over as you watched abby blush and bite her lip in embarrassment, nodding before disappearing into the locker room.

“You're messing with me, aren't you?” Owen muttered with disbelief and some annoyance, looking at Abby with a sour face.

Abby was regretting all her decisions at that moment, at first she thought texting owen would be enough to cancel her going to the party, but owen never read her messages, so she thought about coming to tell him at his dorm, terrible idea.

“I'm serious, you know I hate parties, all the smell of weed makes me dizzy” Abby admitted without daring to look Owen in the eye, she hated that reaction in herself, Owen wasn't even intimidating, but his look and words made her feel incredibly weak.

“Abby don't be ridiculous, do you know how I will look in front of my friends?” Owen spat with annoyance, as if Abby had offended him. “I'm your boyfriend Abigail, do you have something more important tonight?”

“Yes” Abby replied without thinking, causing Owen to scoff incredulously ”I'm spending the night with yn-”

“You're telling me you're having a sleepover” Owen scoffed bitterly ”How old are you? Ten years old? Aren't you a little old for that?”

Abby could feel the annoyance growing in her, she shouldn't have come with owen, she should have gone straight to the bedroom, but no, abby and her damn weak heart wanting to give her boyfriend an explanation.

“I don't even know why you're friends with her, you know she's a fucking dyke right—”

“Don't you dare talk about her like that” Abby interrupted with annoyance, she wasn't going to let Owen talk about you like that.

“Please Abby, don't tell me you're going to defend her now” Owen scoffed with annoyance, something in him believing abby was joking, but her expression said otherwise. “You're not going to cancel on me for her” Owen said firmly, more as an order than a suggestion. “I'm your boyfriend Abigail, do you prefer her?”

Abby didn't answer and silence spread through the room, Owen's face changed completely, fury and total disgust, the boy took a step forward, practically towering over the girl.

“Speak the fuck up Abigail” Owen spat in irritation, grabbing Abby by the arm, as he used to do whenever he was annoyed, but this time Abby didn't stay still and ignore the pain, no, this time she pushed him away, his hand slipping away from her arm.

“Yes, I prefer her, a thousand times over you” Abby said firmly, not taking her eyes off Owen, for the first time telling the truth.

Abby had always let others choose for her, she had never chosen for herself, from letting owen pick one of his ridiculous movies at the movie night, to dating him because her friends said he was the one, but not anymore, abby wanted to choose for herself, she wanted to choose who to love, for the first time abby chose, she chose herself.

“My god” Owen muttered in disbelief and disgust. “I should have known, I always knew there was something wrong with you, you— you´re a bloody dyke.” Owen spat in disgust, starting to pace around the room. A knot grew in abby's stomach, but she forced herself to ignore it, she wasn't going to let him continue to manipulate her.

“You've been cheating on me this whole time haven't you?” Owen accused with annoyance, making abby frown instantly, but abby couldn't even speak. “You were always hanging out in your dorm, that's why you didn't want to go out with me, you were sleeping with that little—"

“Shut up” Abby said with annoyance, she wasn't going to let Owen finish that sentence ”I never cheated on you, not once.”

“You think I'm a fool? Since she arrived you stopped hanging out with me, you spent all your time in your dorm and you didn't even come with me to parties” Owen said with irritation, Abby had never seen him so annoyed, but this time she didn't back down, she didn't let him intimidate her.

“I stopped going out with you because you kept humiliating me in front of your friends, you know I hate those damn parties, you always ended up drunk and only looked for me to get laid” Abby spat, she wasn't going to let Owen manipulate things, that boy preferred a thousand times to blame you for his problems with Abby than to accept his responsibility.

“I put up with too much because I thought I loved you” Abby admitted lowering the tone of her voice, almost sounding hurt. “I can't take any more of this, I can't take any more of you.”

Silence filled the room, neither of them dared to say a word, at that moment Owen knew there was nothing he could do, he had never seen Abby so sure of anything.

“Then leave” Owen said, he didn't shout, he didn't even look at her. “If you're so sure of what you feel, just leave, you know what you're doing.”

Abby felt a pang in her chest, something knew that when she walked out that door everything would change, Owen would soon tell everyone that she like girls, she didn't know what her friends would think, her family, Abby knew that everything would change, and although this terrified her, something in her wanted it, she wanted a change.

Abby left the room without another word, her mind was in chaos, her heart was pounding so hard in her chest that she was sure it would burst out of her chest, but for the first time she felt alive, for the first time she had made a decision for herself, for the first time she had decided to follow her heart and it felt damn good.

Abby stood for a good 10 minutes outside the dorms, she felt her heart pounding in her chest, she knew it was the right thing to do, she wanted to believe it was the right thing to do, but that didn't make it any easier, Owen, as much of a jerk as he could be, had been part of her routine, part of her life and Abby wasn't good at letting go, she never had been.

Holding on to what she knew had always seemed safer than facing the unknown all at once.

Now she was alone, again. And though something inside her tensed at the thought, another part felt incredibly light. As if she could finally breathe again.

Still, she felt the burning behind her eyes. As if the weeping was there, waiting for the slightest carelessness to come out.

But no. Not that night.

She didn't want to cry, didn't want you to see her cry, didn't even want to tell you she was done with Owen, didn't want your night —her night of celebration after the game— to be ruined with the weight of a breakup.

Because that night wasn't about him.

It was about the two of you.

About being with you, not thinking about what would come next.

So after a few more minutes of trying to calm herself, she anxiously adjusted her sweater and hair, entering the bedroom with her best smile, instantly capturing your attention.

“Abby! You 're here!” you said cheerfully. The room was made into a movie theater, blankets on the floor in front of her small TV, plates of popcorn and a bottle of alcohol, candy you knew abby loved and the dvd's you definitely hadn't taken from abby's shelf.

“You set all this up?” Abby asked with some disbelief, as if you had done something impossible. “You shouldn't have-”

You didn't even let her finish, taking her hand and pulling her into the room, closing the door behind her.

“It's just popcorn and candy abby, I didn't make a huge thing.” You said with a chuckle, seeing that abby still looked incredulous, because to her it was a big deal, she had never had a movie night with owen or anyone for that matter, no one knew her favorite candy, no one did these things for her, no one except you.

Abby entered the room taking off her jacket and looking with a smile at the blankets on the floor and the candy, plus her dvds of her thrillers.

“We don't have to watch that if you don't want to” Abby said in a soft, almost shy voice, referring to the thrillers stacked next to the player. She said it like someone expecting rejection. She was used to hearing they were boring

“But I want to” You replied softly without much thought “I've never seen one of those movies and they must be good if you love them so much. come on, turn off the light.”

Abby just paused for a moment to smile as she watched you sit on the floor in front of the TV with the blankets, you looked so calm and relaxed, so you, and abby loved every second of it.

The room sank into a soft gloom, illuminated only by the blue flicker of the screen. Abby sat next to you, very close but not touching you, wrapping one corner of the shared blanket around herself. For an instant, she didn't look at the TV. She looked at you.

The way you cocked your head as you browsed the menu. The way your fingers absently fiddled with an edge of the blanket. The half-smile that still wouldn't leave your face.

Abby could notice every detail about you, every detail about you that made her heart warm and made her feel like she had made the right decision.

“Ready” You murmured softly, turning the movie on and grabbing one of the popcorn bowls, placing it between you and Abby.

You were both so close, just inches apart, inches that got smaller every time you shrank in place as a suspenseful scene approached.

Abby couldn't help but let out a chuckle when the first scare came and you jumped in place, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them, you squeezed the blanket tighter between your fingers, and though you were trying not to look too nervous, Abby could tell. She noticed it in the way you stared at the screen without blinking, as if anticipating the scare before it came.

“We can watch something else if you want” Abby murmured softly, she was tempted to put on some ridiculous rom-com just to get you to relax a little, but but you just shook your head, and instead moved closer to her, snuggling up next to her, as if that would calm your nerves a little.

“No, I want to see it” You murmured softly, you weren't going to be a skittish in front of abby, and the blonde could only laugh lightly, her arm going to wrap around your shoulders naturally, without thinking about it.

For a moment abby could feel you tense under her touch and expected you to maybe pull away, but you didn't, a few moments later you relaxed and leaned your head on her shoulder.

The movie seemed less scary with abby by your side, abby definitely noticed because you seemed less tense, by the middle of the movie you were just jumping around in some scenes and cuddling more towards abby.

When the movie ended abby looked at you expectantly, as if wanting to know what you were thinking, you just stared at the screen for a few more seconds.

“What did you think?” Abby asked timidly.

“I loved it” You admitted softly before letting out a giggle. "Why didn't you make me watch it before? It's amazing!" You said sincerely, turning slightly to look at Abby.

Abby couldn't hold back a smile, genuinely happy that you liked the movie, it was a simple thing, but at least you had something else in common.

Abby's gaze couldn't help but go to your lips and you definitely noticed, you were both so close, your bodies touching under the blanket, you could feel the heat emanating from Abby's body, hear the background music from the end of the movie, but most of all you could see Abby, see all of her, every part of her that made your heart skip a beat.

Abby didn't know where she got the courage, but she slowly moved closer, as if she was afraid to break the moment, as if she was afraid to ruin everything.

Her lips brushed yours softly, just a touch, as if asking for permission, as if asking you to let her.

You allowed yourself to enjoy it for a second, enjoy the feeling of her lips on yours, before pulling away suddenly with a lump in your throat.

"A-Abby what about Owen? He's your b-boyfriend, I-i cant—" You stammered in panic, with guilt, mentally beating yourself up for forgetting, for allowing yourself to feel more than you should have.

But Abby wasn't going to let you sink into that spiral of panic, her hand went gently to your hand, holding it gently, keeping you in reality.

“Not anymore” Abby murmured softly, simply.

“What?” You asked in disbelief, blinking as if you didn't believe it, as if it was a figment of your imagination.

“I broke up with him, before I came here” Abby explained softly, not looking away from your eyes, she could spend her whole life lost in your eyes.

You didn't even dare to think about it too much, you didn't want to, you were afraid it was a dream from which you would wake up soon.

Your lips met again, this time it was you who came closer, surprising Abby a little, but in just a few seconds her hands were on your cheeks, bringing you closer.

Abby tasted like heaven, you couldn't even describe it, it was like touching heaven with your lips, her hands held your face close, as if she feared you would disappear under her touch, her other hand went to your waist, pulling you closer.

Abby could taste your cherry lipstick and the vague taste of strawberry soda, you tasted like glory and she was sure.

Abby moaned softly into the kiss as you bit her lip gently, opening her mouth and letting your tongue in, she was practically melting under your touch.

Without thinking Abby grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into her lap, pulling you as close as she could, and placing her hands on your waist, fearfully.

There were a thousand things on your mind at that moment, your heart was pounding so hard you were sure Abby could hear it, neither of you had any breath at this point, but neither of you made any attempt to separate, you didn't want to, you seemed to want to melt into each other's mouths.

It didn't take you long to notice abby's fingers squeezing your waist, as if wanting to go lower but hesitating, so you pulled away slightly from the kiss, your noses brushing, a giggle coming from you as you saw abby whimper at the distance, seeking your lips again.

“You can touch abby” You murmured softly, placing your hands over abby's and placing them on your hips, feeling her lower them to your thighs.

“God you are divine” Abby said in a breathy gasp before kissing you again, her hands squeezing your thighs hard but gently, the last thing she wanted was to make you sore.

Your mouth went to Abby's neck, leaving soft wet kisses from her jawline as far as her shirt would allow.

Between kisses you couldn't help but murmur praises, Abby deserved every one of them, you couldn't help but thank the gods for letting you hold that girl in your arms.

"You" kiss "are" kiss "So" kiss "Pretty"

To say that Abby was blushing was an understatement, every word made her body burn with need, she had never felt this way, never needed anything as much as she needed you now.

Your hands went to the hem of Abby's shirt, pulling away from her neck for a moment to look at her.

“Can I?” you asked softly, abby was silent for a moment, not hesitating, but admiring how fucking amazing you looked in her lap, waiting for her permission as if you really didn't know abby was willing to give you the whole world. When she seemed to snap out of it Abby nodded softly, helping you take off her shirt, and god.

Abby was wearing absolutely nothing underneath, you swore you were going to die right there, you were drooling over the girl and her first instinct was to blush and try to cover up.

“Don't look at me like that” she whispered, with a nervous giggle, arms crossing insecurely out of pure reflex, but you didn't let the thought last, because your words came out without even hearing Abby's.

“You're beautiful...how did I get so lucky?” You murmured with a smile, kissing abby again and making her forget all her insecurity the moment your lips touched hers and your hands went to her breasts, cupping them gently, making abby let out a whimper into the kiss.

Abby cursed under her breath in between the kiss, her hands squeezing your thighs and pulling you closer to her if that was possible, your pajama shorts were bumping into her pants and it was killing you, every breath and every movement made your bodies brush and a moan come out of your mouth.

Your mouth ran softly down abby's chest, leaving kisses on her clavicles and on her breasts, there were no hickeys, no marks, because you didn't need to mark abby as your property, you both knew, she was already yours without the need for a mark.

Your hips lifted a little to bring your hands to her waistband, when you looked up to ask her if you could take it off you found she was already looking at you, her frown slightly furrowed and her hands holding your hips tensed a little, you instantly noticed all this, pulling your hands away from her pants and cupping her cheeks between your hands.

“Abby what's wrong?” You asked softly, thinking maybe you had gone too far, maybe you had pushed abby too soon, a thousand ideas running through your head. “We don't have to do anything abby, we can keep watching movies and—”

Abby didn't even let you finish, now it was you who was babbling panicked, her hands went to your waist, gently caressing the skin under your blouse.

“It's nothing like that” Abby said softly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. “I've never done this with a girl, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, I don't want to ruin it.”

Her words made a weight lift from your shoulders, you couldn't help but let out a sigh with a smile at abby's sicnerity and innocence.

“There's no way you'll ruin it abby” You said softly, stroking her cheek with your thumb. “Just do what feels right, you don't have to prove anything to me, it's just you and me.”

“Just you and me” Abby repeated softly, looking into your eyes. Your mouths joined again in a kiss, this time much softer, sweeter, a promise that it was just the two of you.

“Let's use my bed, this floor is uncomfortable to death” Abby murmured, pulling you away from her lips and you laughed softly at the simplicity of her words. It was what you loved about Abby, what made this moment different than any other with another girl, Abby was your friend first, it wasn't some perfect impossible movie where you were both doing the perfect thing, you were both doing what felt right.

Abby lifted you easily off the floor, carrying you up onto the bed with you in her lap, there was still that familiarity between the two of you that made you laugh at the awkwardness and give each other pecks to ease the tension.

Abby leaned back against the top of her bed, her hands going to your thighs, stroking them gently.

“Can I?” Abby asked this time, grabbing the edge of your blouse and pulling it off the moment you nodded.

Abby's eyes practically glowed, her hands going instinctively to your ribs just below your breasts, her thumb gently caressing the fabric covering your breasts, and that was enough to make you shiver.

Abby didn't even know what to say, you looked like a work of art in front of her, every sound, every expression of yours, made her feel in heaven.

One of Abby's hands went to fiddle with the elastic of your pajama shorts, her brow furrowing slightly as she caught a glimpse of your underwear.

“Your underwear match?” abby asked in a giggle, to which your face turned slightly pink, abby's underwear wouldn't remotely match, she'd take whatever she could find first.

“Don't laugh,” you said, unable to contain a smile yourself. “Some people find him incredibly attractive and you're here laughing” You snorted in mock annoyance.

“Oh believe me, it's attractive, you could be wearing an ugly nightgown and you'd still look gorgeous,” Abby replied, her lips moving to your neck, leaving wet kisses that silenced any of your ideas.

The room was flooded with the sound of kisses and moans and the heat of your bodies, the only light being the blue glow of the now-ignored screen.

Your hands went to Abby's belt, looking at her for a moment, and she responded with a nod and a smile as she watched you struggle to unbuckle her pants.

Her hands went over yours, helping you unbutton them between giggles. You lifted your hips slightly so Abby could take off her pants with your help, throwing them at the foot of the bed where they wouldn't get in the way.

You were practically drooling over the sight of Abby. Her panties had a clearly visible wet spot that made your own body wet.

Your hands went to Abby's thighs, caressing them gently while your mouth traveled down her neck, slowly lowering, your lips enveloping her nipple and earning you a moan and a hand in your hair, pulling you even closer if possible.

Your hand moved closer to her core, without lifting your mouth from her body. Your thumb gently brushed against the fabric where her clit was, causing Abby to let out a breathy sigh and her hips to move against your hand in search of contact.

“Lie down" you whispered softly, leaving a kiss on Abby's lips and helping her lie down comfortably on the bed, moving until you were between her legs, your lips leaving soft kisses on her stomach and slowly moving down to her thighs.

Abby was sure she could see your lips marked on her skin with the shine of your cherry lipstick, even if at this point your lipstick was completely smudged and gone after your kissing session.

Your lips left soft kisses on Abby's thighs. You weren't going to tease her, you weren't going to make her wait. You had already been very patient, and making her wait would be torture for both of you.

Your mouth left a soft kiss on the center of Abby's underwear before gently removing it, throwing it who knows where.

Abby could see your face from where she was, and it was worthy of a work of art. Your eyes sparkled, and your lips left soft kisses on her thighs. Your hair was slightly tousled, and your lips were swollen after so many kisses. Abby was sure this was heaven, it had to be.

The moment your lips touched her core, Abby lost all sense of reason. A moan escaped her lips and her hips rose up against your face, her hand instinctively reaching for your hair, not pushing you, just holding you there, as if she needed something to keep her grounded, to prove to herself that this wasn't just another one of her wet dreams about you.

Your eyes were fixed on Abby as your tongue played with her clit, watching her every reaction because you didn't want to miss a second of her flushed face and half-open mouth from which only moans and whimpers escaped.

Your hands remained on Abby's thighs, caressing them gently and making sure she didn't close them. Not that you cared if she suffocated you in them, it would be a dignified death, but you didn't want to move away for a second.

Abby could feel absolutely everything. It was as if her senses had been maximized. She could feel your tongue playing with her clit and then teasing her hole, being there but not quite entering, making her bite her lip hard.

“Please,” Abby whimpered, her cheeks flushed, causing you to lift your face and look at her with a smile.

“You don't have to beg, love,” you whispered softly, leaving a kiss on her clit before finally moving your hand toward her hole and gently pushing one of your fingers inside, causing her to moan. You would definitely love to see Abby beg, but not today. Today, you wanted to see her melt beneath you.

Abby was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard in your life. You could feel her squeezing your finger so hard, your lips stuck to her clit, switching between kisses and licks that made her grab your hair tightly.

After a few moments, when you were sure Abby was ready, you added another finger, moving them gently, causing Abby to moan loudly, her hips moving to the rhythm of your fingers.

Abby was sure she had died and was in heaven. She had never felt this way before. Sure, Owen had gone down on her a few times, but she could count those times on one hand, and to say it was wonderful would be a lie. She was sure he only did it out of pure courtesy, but you, damn it, you seemed starved for it. You knew where to touch and where to suck. It seemed like you knew Abby's body better than she did herself.

Abby's brain felt like mush, only your name came out of her mouth in whimpers, her hand held your hair and this time she did start to push you a little, feeling that knot start to form in her stomach. It didn't annoy you at all, Abby knew her body and knew where she wanted you, you were more than willing to let her use you.

Your fingers curved just right and your lips sucked her clit so perfectly that Abby felt that knot in her stomach explode.

“F-Fuck, I'm g-gonna—” She couldn't even finish her sentence. You could see her eyes close tightly as her legs squeezed your head, her hand still holding your head and keeping you close.

You could feel Abby squeezing your hair, but you didn't stop, pushing her until her orgasm subsided, until her hands pushed your face away from her core and her legs were shaking around you.

You left one last kiss on Abby's center before pulling away, sitting between Abby's legs and bringing your fingers to your mouth, watching Abby's eyes open wide, her cheeks completely flushed.

“You— G-God” Abby stammered when she saw you. You looked like something out of one of her fantasies. She couldn't even think.

You could only laugh slightly at her reaction. It was totally adorable. Abby didn't even have words. Her head fell on the pillow, trying to think of something.

“That was wow... damn, you’re amazing,” Abby babbled, leaning on her elbows to look at you. You looked divine in front of her.

Abby extended her arms toward you, and as if by some force, you were in her arms in a second, her lips on yours and her hands on your waist.

Abby pushed herself against the headboard with you in her lap, her hands grabbing any part of your body, gently squeezing your breasts over your bra and touching your thighs as far as your pajamas would allow.

The blonde pulled away for a moment, her forehead against yours, her breathing heavy and the heat making Abby's hair stick to her forehead.

“Please don't hate me... but I have no fucking idea what to do,‘’ Abby admitted with embarrassment, causing you to laugh. Abby had that virtue of making every moment more real, more you.

“It's not funny, it's pathetic,” Abby said with a small pout, burying her face in your neck. She didn't dare look at you. Her need for you was too much, and she felt pathetic for not knowing how to make you feel good.

“It's funny, Abby, you're adorable.” You said softly, cupping her face in your hands and running your thumb over her pouty lips.

“Have you ever touched yourself, Abs?” You asked gently, without mockery, a genuine question, and yet Abby's eyes widened and her face flushed completely. If it weren't for your hands, she would have hidden in your neck, but your gaze was so sincere and sweet that she could do nothing but answer you with the truth, nodding slightly, causing a hum of approval from you.

“How do you do it?” You asked softly, your thumb gently caressing Abby’s cheek.

Abby couldn't blush any more, unconsciously biting her lip, her hand tracing imaginary patterns on your thighs.

“I... uhm, I use my fingers or... o-or my vibrator,” Abby admitted shyly, feeling like pudding under your touch and gaze. Abby definitely remembered that moment in the shower when she almost came thinking about you, but she decided not to say it out loud, she wasn't going to add to her embarrassment.

You nodded gently, your panties getting wetter at the mental image of Abby riding her fingers or pushing her vibrator against her clit. You wondered if she had ever done it thinking of you. Little did you know.

“Mhm, so, do the same thing you would do to yourself but with me. Don't worry, I'll let you know if I like it.” You said softly, trying to comfort her and calm her nerves a little.

Abby nodded softly, sucking her lips and looking at yours. At times she forgot that she no longer had to imagine and could simply kiss you, so she did. She left a soft kiss on your lips, her hands caressing your hair before pulling away, rubbing their noses together affectionately.

“May I?” Abby asked softly, her hands playing with the elastic of your shorts and helping you take them off when you hummed and nodded, lifting your hips slightly and letting her remove your pajamas and panties together.

Abby's eyes sparkled when she saw you, her hands running over your waist, your abdomen, your thighs, until she reached your center, two of her fingers running over your folds and giving you goosebumps, her fingers opening your lips and exposing all your wetness and your hole clenching around nothing.

Abby tried to remember what she did to herself, her gaze fixed on you, watching every reaction to see what you liked. Her hand soon found your clit, she knew by the way your mouth fell open in an O shape and your hips moved against her.

“Does it feel good?” Abby asked softly, her fingers moving in circles against your clit. She already knew the answer, but she needed to hear it from your beautiful lips.

“Yes, f-fuck yes—” you murmured, your hips moving against Abby's hand, seeking more.

Abby smiled, somewhat proud of herself, her mouth moving to your breasts, leaving kisses on your exposed skin, without stopping her movements with her fingers.

Her lips captured yours just as Abby pushed a finger inside you, swallowing your moan. Her fingers were large, much larger than yours, and damn, they worked magic. Her finger curved perfectly with each movement, and her palm bumped against your clit gloriously.

“God, Abby— p-please, more.” you babbled into the kiss. You could feel Abby smile into the kiss, acting almost instantly, pushing another one inside, causing a moan to escape your mouth and making you pull away from her mouth, burying your face in her shoulder and your hands digging into her arms, surely leaving marks.

You could feel Abby's fingers stretching you, more than your own fingers could, moving perfectly and hitting that spot that made you see stars. How could Abby doubt her skills?

“You feel amazing.” Abby murmured, her thoughts coming out loud.

You could only respond with a moan, your face buried deeply in Abby's neck, moving your hips against her hand, feeling her fingers hit deep inside you and her palm rubbing your clit with every thrust.

You felt that familiar knot forming in your stomach. At another time, you would have been embarrassed to be so close so soon. It was never like that, but you had never done it with Abby. That was the difference. No one had ever made you feel the way Abby did.

Every movement of her fingers made a moan escape your lips, your hands squeezing tightly the arms you loved so much.

"A-Abby, please— Abby, don't s-stop" You whimpered, and Abby knew perfectly well that you were close from the way you squeezed her fingers, your legs trembling with each thrust of her fingers.

“I wouldn't dream of it, love.” Abby replied, moving her fingers in that perfect rhythm, her free hand going to your face, pulling you away from her shoulder. She needed to see your face, she needed to see how you melted under her touch.

You didn't protest, burying your cheek in her touch and looking into her eyes as you felt that wave of pleasure wash over you.

Abby wished she could take a picture of you at that moment because you looked beautiful, your cheeks flushed, your mouth half open, only moans of her name escaping.

You felt that wave of pleasure wash over you, your vision going white for a moment, your hands squeezing Abby's arms until you left marks.

Abby didn't stop, prolonging your orgasm as long as she could. If it were up to her, she would have continued for hours, just to see the look of ecstasy on your face, but when your legs began to twitch and your hand reached for her wrist, she stopped, gently caressing your thigh and leaving soft kisses all over your face.

A smile spread across your face at the sweetness of her actions, her gentle touch, and her sweet kisses. After all, she was still Abby, your Abby.

Abby held you gently in her arms, her gaze still fixed on your face, on the smile that made her melt and on the sparkle in your eyes that reflected the stars. Abby knew it at that moment, she had known it long before but had always refused to accept it.

She was in love.

“I love you,” Abby whispered softly, as if afraid to break the moment. Your heart stopped for a second, your gaze met hers for a second, her eyes looked at you with such sweetness as if you were the only thing in the world. Her words sounded sincere and sure, because Abby had never been so sure of anything as she was of her feelings for you. A soft smile spread across your lips before you left a soft kiss on Abby's lips and whispered softly.

“I love you, Abby.”

a/n: Umh hello??? I know it's been a long time, I know! This is really long, and I hope it was worth it if you read it all. Please tell me what you liked the most! I love reading your comments. I loved writing this even though Tumblr deleted it a bunch of times. I know some things are really cliché or cheesy, but that's the beauty of it, right? I hope you like it, and please like and reblog it, xoxo.

Please do not copy any of my writing or feed it to the ai-monster!

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