both of you let out a heavy groan as he pushes his cock into you. arch looks down, seeing where your bodies meet, being gentle, knowing it had been a while. he thinks of anything not to cum on the spot, the football drills from earlier in the day, his new diet plan, how he had less than two months before the first season game.

“you okay?” he whispered, kissing your jaw, watching your eyes flutter open. you could feel him everywhere—the slight curve of his tip, kissing that sweet spot inside. “look at me, i wanna see you,” arch murmured, brushing away a strand of your hair that blocked your face. 

“i’m trying to compose myself,” you giggled, his heart wrenching in admiration. “i am too baby, it’s so hard when you’re clenching my cock like this,” he said, seeing you swallow at his filthy words. “you like that, don’t you?” he teased, shifting, hearing a small breath fall from your lips. 

you shut him up by kissing him, your legs wrap, and already shaking by his lower hips. “i missed you so much, arch. i wanted to hate you for hurting me,” you admitted, his blue eyes twinging with sadness. 

he pushed his hips back before giving you one long, slow, deep stroke, “i know, baby, i know. i was miserable because i couldn’t stop thinking of you, of how i made you feel, and i’m sorry, so sorry,” he lets out in ragged breaths, lips twitching as he feels your velvety falls wrap around him tightly. 

he started to quicken his pace, his hips creating a rocking movement, not to much, nor too slow. it was the perfect and delicious pace that had your eyes and head rolling back, resisting the urge to cry his name out, knowing he probably had his iconic smirk. 

he took advantage of your throat exposed, lowering his lips to press a kiss and nibble under your chin, “what did i say? eyes on me.” 

his hand reached up to bring and draw your face back. the position, the look on his face, the swiftness, it was too intimate, causing thrills all over. arch was absolutely captivated by you, how beautiful you were. he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone so captivating in his life, ever. an absolute masterpiece. he swore under his breath, seeing how you listened to him. 

“i love you so much, so much, i can’t afford the idea of ever losing you again. of having to bear and watch another man make you happy when i can give you the world… anything you want,” arch declared, his cock digging deeper with each thrust. 

“oh, fuck fuck fuck,” you exclaimed, eyes threatening to shut close. there was a slight pressure as he drew in and out, but the pleasure overtook it. his hand moved and rested next to your head, but you weren’t having that. 

you managed to sneak them around his shoulders, pushing him gently on top of you, feeling his heavy weight. arch lets out a heavy groan at your whimpers, holding himself back from fastening his pace, “you’re so deep… i can feel you everywhere.”

“shitttt, you feel so good, clenching around me like a good girl. you have no idea how amazing you feel, just for me… right baby? no other man can make you feel this way?” he said, not asking. he knew no one could top and make you feel the way he was. that you were ruined for anyone else who tried to take you. but it wasn’t going to happen. 

your heart skipped a beat at his words, “yours, arch,” you nodded, sealing the promise with a kiss. the slow drag of his tongue made your eyes close, his lips moving softly as his hips quicken the pace. there was no better feeling than this, and you could’ve sworn by that. 

your hand raked his hair, the locks feeling thick and wet. arch groaned, chest heaving, feeling you tug harshly, “it feels so good, please don’t stop,” you pleaded. your other hand wrapped around his bicep, it looked so small compared to his size, which sent your mind into a frenzy, nails sinking deep and creating crescent shapes. 

“i’d be a sick man if i stopped now… still with me, right?”

“i’m here, and i-i-i also love you too,” you said through a breathless, shaky laugh.  

“you’re so beautiful, baby… you know that? the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on,” he said, brown pushing deep as he felt a familiar coil deep in his core. you didn’t know how or when, but arch turned himself, feeling his cock at a different angle, one that pushed further than before. 

he knew it was the spot. he knew you were seeing stars at how he kept kissing the fleck over and over with his sensitive tip. you were so close, and so was he, seeing the drunken look on his face. arch’s thrust became ragged, but still enough to create a rhythm that made your legs shake around him. 

“please tell me you forgive me. i’ll make it up for every time i let you down,” he wept, watching as your head turned to the side and nodded. you remembered his words, facing back to look at him. 

“of course, i forgive you, but things have to change, and you know that,” you said, your tummy clenching at a familiar bubble wanting to burst within you. “as long as it’s you and me, we can overcome anything, including your brother,” he fastened his pace, feeling his cock drill in and out of your entrance. 

“you’re talking about my brother while you're inside me?” you joked, your brow raised, hearing and feeling his hefty laugh. he was hitting all of the correct spots like he’d known your body for years. you felt his hips stammer, unable to control the spasm that would soon overtake. 

“gosh, i love you, i love you, i love you,” arch grunted as he pressed his hips with no space against yours and let go. you cried out, eyes shut as his face fell and nudged yours. that pit in your stomach bursts, its soul crushing, your brain in a frenzy, the pleasure spreading throughout your body. you felt his cock jerk with overstimulation, his warm release filling inside the barrier. 

that wasn’t the first, or second, or third time after that. following the morning after that night, arch swore things would be different, and they were. despite being ready, you held back telling your brother; the timing wasn’t ideal, and neither of you were ready for that type of confrontation. 

he took you out on dates, within the city and out of it. he wrote and left small notes around your place, some were reminders of how much he loved you, others were his favorite things about you. he visited you anytime he had the chance, wanting to spend any opportunity he could before the busy schedule. 

each hug, each kiss, each cuddle, each laugh shared, they all meant something. from the smallest to the biggest action, he wanted you to know there was no one else but you in his life. for any chance he took it because in the end it led to you. 

you were his safe and happy place, as he was yours. you’d be lying if you said the hiding around didn’t get tiring, but there was an unspoken thrill that came with it, too. you seemed like a different person compared to weeks ago, someone bubblier and more content.

safe to say it was the same with him. earning playful teasing at practice, from his family when on facetime from a long distance, even your brother, even if he was oblivious, it was his own sister making arch feel this way. 

he was a changed man, and it was for the better. not because he had to, but because he wanted to be and offer the best version of himself to you. 

he made it official not long after. dragging you out to a hideaway near a small lake just outside of austin. arch planned a picnic by the water, carrying your favorite snacks and a meal from a spot downtown. he also brought activities to keep both of you busy until he popped the question. 

he caught your embrace when you launched yourself to him, unable to kiss you back properly as he let out a contented sigh and laugh. it felt like a relief, but in the happiest way. not a pressure or burden. the perfect feeling. 

but with every optimistic feeling comes a sudden downside that neither of you saw coming. 

you kept your relationship hidden for weeks after you overheard your brother say he’d terminate anyone who dared to overstep a line with you. it scared you. and arch. he wasn’t prepared or ready to lose his best friend. you weren’t ready to lose your brother, to see his disappointment, for him to feel the betrayal. 

you felt you had come such a long way to suddenly have it ripped away. it affected both of you. why was it so hard to love someone when you knew it was wrong? why did it hurt being with him when you created and had something so meaningful and beautiful?

you slowly distanced yourself from arch without realizing it. arch felt like you were slipping through his fingers, knowing he could prevent it. which is why he didn’t hesitate to reassure, you were the only person he was capable of loving. 

it wasn’t the fact itself; it was the scary burden you’d lose your family over a boy. knowing you disrespected his boundaries and rules. but when someone was so in love, you can't control it; the heart wants what it wants, and in this case, it was yours and arch’s

arch 

is it okay if i come over? 

i know you’ve been feeling down

and i have the perfect solution for it 🙂 

y/n 

you never have to ask!! <33 

i’ll see you soon, xx 

be safe, love youuuuu

he greeted you with a slow and long kiss, arms wrapping their way around your waist, feeling like a sick man without your warmth. “gosh, i've missed you… i needed to see you before i went crazy,” arch teased.

“so dramatic, come in, i have the ac on,” you said, kissing him sweetly again before closing the door. but this time, a black shoe prevented it from closing, your stomach dropping at the reality it could mean, “arch…”

“what’s wrong?” he asked, concerned before freezing, not daring to take any steps, seeing who came into view. 

your brother’s face was stunned, looking hurt. your eyes welled up with tears, not at the realization of being caught, but because you knew how your brother was feeling deep down. “i can explain-” you let out, watching as he paced over to arch, who seemed pale as a ghost. 

“you asshole! you messed around with my sister, knowing it was off limits!” he yelled out, grabbing your boyfriend by the collar of his shirt. “we can explain! please let’s just sit down and talk,” arch said defensively. 

“what’s there to explain? that you couldn’t keep it in your pants? that you fell for my sister when she suddenly changed and looked different? you’re sick!” he rousted him around, arch falling to your couch, his scared look not leaving his face. 

“it’s not like that, john, please just stop,” you yelled, grabbing and pushing him away before he committed a mistake. 

“i thought parker was kidding when he was telling me all this shit about you two having something. turns out he was right all along. you’re fucking him, knowing his intentions are far from commitment y/n! how stupid could you be?” 

“it’s not like that, i swear, please let us just talk like normal people,” you begged. arch stood up, standing inches taller than john, “she’s not some casual hookup. i would never do something like that, let alone with her. i love her,” arch explained, yet all john could do was let out a laugh. 

“stop with the bullshit. i know you, arch. i’ve known you for so long, and this is how you treat me? going behind my back and messing with my sister?”

“john, hold on! you’re overreacting-” you came between, seeing his nostrils flare angrily. “i’m overreacting? what’s there to explain here? that you love him simply because he says so? you’re unbelievable, hear yourself, but put yourself in my shoes and see how this looks. how it makes me feel,” john grabbed you by the shoulders, his grip tight, eyes angry.

“whoring yourself for a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to leave you after he gets his short end of the stick,” john spoke, your heart twisting at his words. arch tried to pull him away, knowing he was scaring you from how rageful he appeared. he also wouldn’t stand there and allow him to hurt you physically either. 

“you’re pathetic, y/n.”