NUNCA OLVIDAS

one thing you hated about this class is that you had to sit next to sim jake, which would be good if you didn’t hate his guts like the other people in the school. they wonder why you complain about him so much, and there’s a simple answer to that. he’s the most annoying seatmate ever. you could tolerate him if he was all the way on the other side of the classroom, not right beside you. he would blow on your hair, step on your shoes, take up the whole desk, etc. you thank the principal every day because math is the only class you take with the boy. and thank god that this was the last period before school ended.

“but i need help. can you just let me see your process…?” he tried to look at your paper but you quickly blocked it before he could see the whole thing. you weren’t confident in your process of the particular word problem.

instead, you give him an alternative way of checking his answer, “i’ll send it to you when i get home and make sure everything is right.” you knew that if one small thing was wrong in the process, it would inflate his ( already inflated ) ego, and he would make fun of you because of it the whole day.

“could you at least check this one for me?” he pushed his paper closer to you so you could get a better look. a sigh came out of your mouth as you gave in to his pleading. your eyebrows furrowed as you looked back and forth between your paper and his, “where the fuck did you get that twenty-one from?”

“what do you mean?” he snatched the paper back, “that’s the number that’s supposed to be there.”

“no, my love. that’s the subscript for u. you have to put this number in so you can find r instead of having two variables.” you pointed at the number in the paper, then realization hits him slowly, “ohhhh!!! thank you,” he laughed at himself and started fixing his mistake while you watched him carefully.

he kept smiling and laughing at his minor mistake, what you didn’t know was that his smile stayed on his face because of what you called him unintentionally. it was the first time you’ve ever called him that, he wasn’t complaining though. jake felt a blush threatening to spread on his face, but before you could see it, he turned to the teacher to ask her a question.

the bell rang and a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you started rushing to get out, “wait, [ y/n ], don’t leave yet. wait for me.”

“girl, i’m trynna get the fuck outta here, so hurry up.” you stood in the doorway patiently waiting for jake to put his things in his bag, but he was doing it so painfully slow, so you decide to go ahead and leave the classroom.

“i told you to wait for me, [ y/n ].” he caught up to you.

"you are slow as hell, jake. i wanted to get out of there fast, plus i'm hungry." you continued to walk faster so you could leave him behind. you still felt his presence behind you, catching up to you without a struggle as you were already getting tired. he caught up to you easily with his long legs, "why are you going so fast, bro?"

“i literally just told you,” you told him as you turned to look at him, “you wanna come eat with me?”

“where we going?” he asked as you slowed down so you could be by his side.

the school’s hallways were empty as the class you just had was an extended period the students in that math class had to take. the orange hues blotched the sky while the sun set beautifully. as soon as you exited the school with jake, the cold winter air caressed your smooth skin as it left goosebumps all over. your hair flowed lightly while the wind blew on it softly.

“holy shit, it’s cold. you wanna give me your hoodie?” you asked him as you eyed the sweater he had on.

“bro, i’m using it,” he deadpanned.

“ok,” you simply said before you continued to walk to your destination, which was still unknown to jake. you heard his footsteps were getting closer to you rapidly so you slow down.

“wait! here.” he handed you his hoodie. you turned to see him out of breath, and you could see his hair was all over the place because he took off the thick hoodie in a rush so you wouldn’t leave him behind.

you have him a big smile, “thanks.”

the oversized hoodie kept you warm as both of you walked to your old job, which you got fired from. it wasn’t until halfway there that jake realized he didn’t have money for food, neither did you, “dine and dash!”

“bet,” he agreed

“wait, i wasn’t being serious, jake.”

“you got fired from that place, so why pay them?” he was so right.

and so the plan came in action as soon as you guys stepped foot in the big restaurant. with your hands intertwined with his, he greeted the waitress with a big smile, “table for two, please.”

“you better not fuck this up,” you said while eyeing the menu.

“boy, what are you even talking about. i would never,” he answered.

you couldn’t help but look at him through your eyelashes as he looked at the menu, his scent from the hoodie intoxicating you from how strong it is. his gaze turned to you as he felt your eyes on him. quickly, your eyes shot down to the menu in your hands, hoping the hood from the hoodie covered your warm cheeks and flustered expression. as much as you hated the boy in front of you, you can’t deny how charming he is — with his beautiful face and smart personality.

the waitress came to your table, “you guys ready to order?”

“i’m ready. you ready, babe?” jake asked, you simply nodding in return.

as you guys ate, the main part of the plan was approaching you guys. jake had already finished, and as you took the last bite of you food, his smirk grew.

“ready?” he asked, receiving a nod from you.

“babe, why would you do this to me?! i can’t believe you did it again!” you over exaggerated your voice and tone, “you said you wouldn’t do it again!”

“i know, my love. i’m sorry. oh no, no, no, no- please don’t cry!” he begged. at this point all eyes were on both of you as the little show you had for the customers was in play. your crocodile tears had fallen down your cheeks already. the waitress looked concerned for both of you so she slowly started to approach your table.

“no, i’m done with you and your stupidity.” you stood up from the booth and stormed out of the restaurant — running away from it —jake following behind not too far from you, ignoring the waitress who was trying to get him to pay before he ran out.

you giggled as you heard jake run behind you laughing his ass off, “holy shit, i can’t believe you convinced me to do that.” you breathed out, stopping as you reached the bus stop.

you looked to the side to see jake still laughing, causing a smile to crack from your lips. he had his head thrown back and his arms wrapped around his stomach from the pain that was caused from his laughter. you giggle as you stared at him. the street lamp hitting his face just at the right angle to bring out his sharp features. it was so hard to keep hating him with that beautiful face of his and his charming personality; you can’t help but fall for his stupid antics.

you didn’t notice he stopped laughing because of how distracted you were by his beauty. it was now his turn to admire your features. he can’t help but blush at the fact that you had his hoodie on. the hood provided your face with this shadow that complimented the light from the street lamps on your face. you still had that stupid smile on your face, which was a void of imperfections. you both felt a plethora of butterflies in your stomach, and couldn’t help but look the opposite way of each other as you caught yourselves staring at each other.

that stupid smile of yours, you both thought.

It was still cold out, but there wasn’t any snow on the ground anymore. Looking around, you spot some flowers growing up along a building, running over to quickly grab them.

“What are you doing?” Manny chuckles, jogging to where you were.

“Didn’t they give flowers as gifts? I’m getting Abby flowers.” you say, trying to find the freshest ones to pull out of the ground.

He groans. “Oh you’re such a love bird. It’s really gross.”

You laugh at him, gathering your makeshift bouquet before shoving him.

“At least I can keep someone.” you say running back to the truck you had driven in.

“It’s a choice!” you hear him yell, which only causes you to laugh harder.

The drive back was quiet, you spent it fiddling with the flowers, excited to give them to Abby the first chance you got. You had been together for a few months now, and it was everything you had ever wished for. She came off as intimidating to everyone else, so when you went public, it was hard for them to adjust to her being soft with you. Manny has asked you many times why she won’t treat him the same way, which causes Abby to give him a glare in return. 

When you got back, you found her in your joint room, sweaty. She must have just gotten back from the gym. She smiles when she realizes it’s you that walked in, coming over to give you a sweet kiss before backing away.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” you say, stretching out the flowers towards her chest.

“What the fuck is that?” she asks “And where’d you find flowers?” Confusion is written all over her face as she examines the flowers you had pushed into her hands.

“Manny told me about it, he said it’s a day to celebrate love. So I thought I would get you a present.” you say, voice faltering.

Abby didn’t have the reaction you were expecting. She seemed genuinely confused, but your brain was taking it as disapprovement. She looked up at you, noticing your smile had turned into a slight frown. She’s quick to jump over to you, using her thumb to rub out the crease between your eyebrows. She gives you a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, and then your lips, which are already back to a smile by the time she gets down to them.

“I don’t know why you’d listen to Manny on anything in terms of love, but thank you for the flowers, baby. They’re almost as beautiful as you.” Abby says. 

You laugh as she starts to cringe from her cheesy line. Grabbing your hand, she moves you both to the kitchen to grab something that at least emulates a vase to put the flowers in. 

“So, what do you want in return?” she asks, putting water in with the flowers.

“Don’t want anything, Abs, just thought it would be a nice gift.” you say, blushing at the stern ‘that’s not gonna happen’ look she shoots you.

Once she’s gotten the flowers how she wants, she comes over to where you’re standing, grabbing your hips to lift you onto the kitchen countertop. You try to stifle your small giggle, placing your arms around her neck while she rubs matching circles on each of your hips. 

“What about,” she says, kissing down your neck. “I give you something I know you’ll like.”

She stops her assault on your neck to look at you. You nod your head eagerly, which she smirks at. 

“Lift up your arms.” Abby demands. Once she takes your shirt and bra off, she’s quick to move her mouth to your breasts, sucking at them hungrily. 

She unbuttons your pants just as quickly, using one strong arm to lift you off the countertop. She’s acting crazed, you’ve never seen her move at this pace. Usually, Abby likes to take her time with you, she’s cruel with her teasing, and she loves to hear you beg. Right now? That Abby is long gone. She kisses down your stomach fast, before scooching your body further off the counter, cunt coming towards her mouth. And Abby dives right in. 

You let out a strained moan at the contact. Her hot mouth licks fast at your heat. You’re trying to find something to grab onto, settling on her head. You don’t mean to, but you try to grind into Abby’s face, she’s going so fast, your orgasm approaching before you know it.

“Abby, oh God–” you try to speak, wanting her to slow down, but also thinking you may die if she does.

She replaces her tongue with her thumb, rubbing tight circles into your clit. 

Looking up at you from the ground, she says, “What? What d’you want, baby? Know I’ll give it to you.”

You’re so blissed out you can’t even answer her, you just softly grab the top of her head again, trying to push it back to your pussy. She understands exactly what you’re asking for, and moves her tongue back onto you. You let out a strangled groan as you feel her the muscle enter you, her nose bumping your clit. Her arm is around your waist still, making sure there’s no way you could move away from her.

She comes up for a breath, fully standing this time, and you feel two fingers slip into your hole. Abby’s thrusting them in rapidly.

“Want you to cum for me, okay?” 

You nod back at her, eyes glassy from the pressure on your walls.

“‘M gonna cum.” you say, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

“Yeah you are, give it to me, princess.” Abby says, before contacting your mouths together.

You taste yourself on her tongue, and that’s what sends you over the edge. Your mouth falls open as your walls clench on Abby’s fingers. She kisses your cheek as you ride out the orgasm.

Once your orgasm has finished, you slouch against Abby’s shoulder, and she lets you stay there for a while before carefully pulling her fingers out of your sensitive hole, shushing you as she does. You use some of the little energy you have left to look up at her.

“Hi.” You say, giving her a shy smile.

“Hey there.” Abby replies.

“We can never make food on this counter again.” 

She laughs, shaking her head. “We’ll clean it, it’s fine.”

Abby helps you off the counter, steadying you as your legs wobble.

“Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” she says, kissing the top of your head. 

• a big fan of power play, using her strength to do exactly what she wants with you with little to no effort.

“you’re so weak, baby. you were made for me, huh?”

• praise central, this woman can’t go twenty seconds without telling you how good you’re doing or how proud she is of you- even in everyday life- but especially during sex.

“you’re such a good girl, so fucking good.”

• tits or ass? tits. she claims not to have a bias but is lying because at any given moment her hands will snake around you to cup your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze before going about her business like usual.

“abby, stop it!” “hm? what are you talking about?” with that stupid smirk on her face that you love so much.

• absolute fiend for pussy, this woman eats like she’s been starved. will coax orgasm after orgasm out of you just to continue to taste you. baby she’s obsessed.

“fuck, baby, you taste so fucking good. just one more, i promise, just give me one more.”

• STRAP GAME FOR DAYSSSSS, she doesn’t spend all of that time at the gym to tap out ten minutes in. she can go for hours at a time, only pausing to let you catch your breath before she slams back into you with the force of the gods.

“look at you, all fucked out. you’re too cute.”

• big fan of hickies/love bites. leaves them just about anywhere, but especially places visible to everyone. she likes knowing that everyone knows you’re hers and hers only.

“christ hermana, is she beating you up?” “manny, mind your business.”

• aftercare princess, she love love love loves taking care of you after sex. she’ll run you a bath, using the bubble bath she found on a run to make it more luxurious for you, before going to fetch all of your favorite snacks from the stock rooms. afterwards she’ll brush your hair and braid it into the cutest fishtail before humming you to sleep.

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