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They had a tendency to choose you over him; walking away from Devin mid petting because you walked into the same room, choosing to lay by your side instead of his... Devin may have acted like he was bothered by it, but really, it was the opposite for him.

The door to the bedroom was slightly open, creaking a little when Devin pushed it to enter. Haven's head lifted off the floor immediately, his body relaxing when his eyes landed on Devin. After stretching, he made his way to him, resting his head against Devin's knee as he scratched between his ears.

Hector was still asleep on the rug in the middle of the room, definitely enjoying being the less on guard dog of the two. Briefly shaking his head at his dogs' inability to sleep in the room they had provided for them whenever you were around, Devin's gaze finally settled on your peacefully asleep figure, bundled in the sheets.

He could see strands of your hair poking out from the satin bonnet you had on, one of your arms stretched out over his side of the bed as if he was still there with you. Something about that sight really grounded him, just knowing you were there was able to make everything okay.

He stepped away from Haven, placing his bags in the closet for now before heading to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.

By the time he came out, you were still asleep. He noticed you had turned, your body now facing the door. Dressed in a white tank top and the bottoms of the matching pyjama set you bought for the two of you last winter, he made his way into the bed, careful not to disturb you.

With your back now against his chest, Devin pulled you a little closer to him, one of his arms folded under his head whilst the other held around your waist. He felt you stir, getting comfortable in the new position you were in before his breathing started to match yours as he dozed off.

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You were the first to wake up, feeling a new yet familiar weight from behind you. Turning your head, you smiled when your eyes landed on Devin, still asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

Leaning back into his embrace, you turned around gently so as not to wake him up, resting your head against his chest. He stirred, ever the light sleeper, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back.

"Welcome back," you mumbled, trying to preserve the peaceful ambiance around you both.

He hummed, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his face nuzzling your neck, beard creating a tickling sensation.

"Missed you," he mumbled, his voice full of sleep.

You didn't say anything back just yet, a soft smile on your lips as you held his head to your body, your nails gently raking over the nape of his neck.

You stayed like that for a couple more minutes, or hours, you didn't know. Time always had a way of slipping through your fingers when you were with Devin.

You got up first, slipping out of Devin's hold as you made a start on your day. You knew he'd be up soon after, unable to comfortably stay away from you knowing you were within hand's reach.

After a shower and getting ready, you fed the dogs downstairs before starting on breakfast, which was when Devin finally joined you. He'd gotten ready too, a white tank top adoring the top half of his body paired with black Phoenix Suns sweatpants.

Haven brushed his body against Devin's legs, grumbling when he bent down to scratch his back. Devin turned his head towards you, feeling your gaze on him to find you looking at them with a smile. "Stop being sappy," he joked, getting up and walking towards you at the counter.

His chest pressed up against your back, arms enclosing you in a hug as you worked through the strawberries and kiwis. "I'm not," you replied. "Just missed you."

"Yeah?" You nodded. "I missed you too."

"I know, I got the texts to prove it," you were referring to one of the many text threads between you and Devin where he's complain about how the distance was affecting him without actually mentioning it.

One side of the bed is really cold.

No one made me a smoothie this morning :/

Saw this, thought of you.

Call me real quick.

"Really?"

"Oh, yeah," you scoffed. "I know you love me and all but you can't go a week without me?"

"It was more than a week," he fell for your teasing. "It was torture."

You let out a short hum as he kissed your neck, his eyes following the movement of your hands on the chopping board.

"Well, 'just over a week' had you calling real frantic, talkin' bout some "Oh, I miss you, I miss kissing you and f───"

"You still picked up though, so what you gotta say about that?" He interrupted you, his cheeks burning a little as your recounted his neediness.

He couldn't stop the giggle that left your lips, fighting a smile of his own. "Anyways," he stole a strawberry when you turned to wipe your hands on a cloth. "What you been up to?"

"Well," you turned around to face him, clean hands intertwined around his neck as you spoke. "Finally got the new shipment and updated loads of orders. I was in and out of the warehouse a few times to check up on stuff. Mainly just doing admin."

"You take it easy like I said?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, Devin."

His hands squeezed your hips, eyebrows furrowed. "Watch it," he murmured.

"I didn't overwork myself, promise."

"I know. Kasie would've told me otherwise."

"You keeping tabs on me now?"

"Yeah, 'cause last time, your ass almost fainted at the office talkin' bout some 'I just need to answer emails.'"

"Whatever." your nails raked the back of his neck as you continued filling him in, now moving onto details of your lunch with your cousins.

Devin paid attention, nodding and giving little comments in the right places, but his mind was elsewhere. Lost in your words, his kisses on your neck started to linger a little more, and your voice started to falter when he bit gently on your skin.

"Dev," you mumbled. "You even listening?"

"I am, baby, keep talkin'."

"Yeah, right." You pulled your neck away from his face, a slight smirk on your face when you recognised the hazy look in his eyes.

He looked away from you, already knowing what you were capable of doing to him. Instead, he settled for looking at your braids; waist length blonde and deep ginger goddess braids, freshly done, complimenting you immensely as they always did.

"This looks real good on you," he twirled your hair in one hand as he held your waist with the other.

"Thank you."

"You gon' have to put it up for me, though."

You raised a brow, not even hiding the smile that broke loose on your face.

"What about breakfast?" You were playing with him at this rate.

Devin didn't say anything, just gave you an 'are you being for real?' look before using a hand on your cheek to pull your face to his, melting into the kiss when your lips touched his.

He kissed you like a starved man, which if you asked him, he had been. His tongue felt heavy against yours as you kissed, your chest pressed up against his. Your moans lost in his mouth, Devin gently grabbed the back of your head, guiding you right where he could kiss you even deeper.

You don't know how long you were there in the kitchen for, it felt like five minutes but easily could've been more.

He didn't want to let you go, or ruin the momentum of the kiss, so he took a hold of both your thighs, picking you up and walking you back to the room you exited not too long ago.

You laughed when he threw you onto the bed, closing the door before making his way back over to you.

"I missed you real bad," he kissed all over your face, pulling away to take the top you wore and his own top off, revealing your bare chest. "But if you sent me one more picture of you 'trying on' brand deal lingerie, I was gon' book myself a flight home."

You knew how he'd react when you sent those pictures, polaroids of you in baby pink, lacy nightwear from Victoria's Secret. And you weren't complaining, the call you received was exactly how you planned it to be.

"I'm sorry," he knew you weren't, you were literally smiling ear to ear underneath him, feeling his arms up as he fought his composure.

"You ain't, but that's okay. I can handle my business now," he kissed your cheek once more, your nipples hardening from exposure and the way his hands briefly rubbed over them.

Devin kept his eyes on you, watching you react to each way he touched you. A slight shift in your face, your lips slightly apart, or your legs closing in on his body... he liked to read you.

"Stop staring," you huffed.

"Be patient."

You resisted rolling your eyes, and for that he kissed you, settling back in between your legs, pushing one of them towards your chest. You felt his dick pressing against the panties you still had on, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation you'd also been missing over the past week or so.

Devin's right hand left your breast, fingers slipping inside the lacy material on your hips and immediately being met with the slick sensation in between your folds.

"God, angel, you're soaked," he whistled, placing the same fingers that were just in you in his mouth, and you moaned shamelessly at the sight.

He thought about longing it out a little more, just to have you squirming under him for a bit longer, but it's already been almost two weeks without this, you both couldn't go any longer.

He lifted up from you, sliding off his sweatpants and boxers, his dick springing up. Grabbing at his base, Devin's tip nudged at your leaking entrance, his eyes on yours. "You ready for me?"

Nodding, you reached for his hand, his fingers gladly weaving in with yours. He lips pressed onto yours as he thrusted in slowly, his body pushing impossibly closer against yours as he started grinding into you.

"Shit," you turned your head away from him, braids all sprawled out on the pillow under your head, your hands on his back, nails sinking into his skin as he dug you out.

"That good?" He asked, smiling because he knew full well you were way too dazed to answer properly, and that you were dazed for a reason.

Your whines got louder and louder as Devin fucked you, his skin slapping against yours being the only other sound as well as the deep groans leaving his lips.

He looked down to where your bodies joined, immediately feeling that familiar tug that made his thrusts sloppier.

"Devin─── God, don't stop," you couldn't even speak properly, hastily putting together sentences as he reached down to play with your clit, motivating you to reach your nut with each rub.

Your legs jerked around his hips, squeezing so tight against him you were sure you'd be sore in the next couple of hours. But it would be worth it.

He felt the change in you before you could register it, how your brows furrowed even deeper, your hold on his body relaxed ever so slightly, and how your pussy clenched against his white-coated dick.

When you first started having sex with Devin, he made it his goal to learn everything about your body, what you liked and didn't like, how you felt when you were close and more. It made it even more intimate, to have someone that invested in making you feel good, and this was one of those moments.

"I got you," he whispered in your ear, slowing down his thrusts to meet you at the perfect pace to orgasm, as opposed to speeding up and have you lose it.

He was so soft with you in that moment, his brown eyes filled with nothing but your own reflection on the pillow as you stared up at him.

"I love you," you blurted out, thought it came out a bit choppy on account of you about to approach your orgasm.

"I love you most," Devin kissed you twice, watching your head gently fall back against the pillow as you came, a sharp moan leaving your lips. He wiped a stray tear away from your eye, looking at you with nothing but love.

"You didn't cum," you pouted a little, pulling his hand away from your face.

"Shit, I'm about to now," he huffed when you caressed his face, forcing him to look right at you as he spilled his seed inside you, both of you moaning into each others faces as he filled you up.

He pulled out of you slowly, using his arm to switch you around, you know straddle on top of him as he lay against the pillows.

"You tappin' out?" you asked as you lay your hands against his chest.

you were both at a party in barcelona and ferran had his arm around your waist most of the evening.

he looked handsome in his black shirt, hair slightly messy and that charming smile flashing whenever he looked at you.

at one point you stepped away to grab drinks and ended up talking to an old friend.

nothing serious but ferran noticed from across the terrace. his smile faded really quick as he watched you.

when you returned with the drinks he took his glass but didn’t smile.

his hand immediately slid around your waist again, pulling you closer against his side, almost too tight.

“having fun?” he asked.

“yeah, it’s nice seeing everyone,” you replied simply.

he nodded but stayed quiet and the rest of the night he kept you glued to him, his touches were more insistent.

the car ride home was also tense, ferran’s hand rested on your thigh, fingers drumming restlessly.

“you were laughing a lot with him,” he said finally, eyes on the road.

“ferran, it was nothing. we were just talking,” you tried, knowing he was getting more and more annoyed.

“i know what i saw,” he sighed.

as soon as the apartment door closed behind you he was on you, pushing you against the wall with a deep kiss.

his hands roamed possessively, sliding under your dress to grip your ass.

he didn’t waste time and lifted you up so your legs wrapped around his waist, carrying you straight to the bedroom.

clothes came off fast and ferran dropped you on the bed and climbed over you, mouth attacking your neck, sucking dark marks while his fingers pushed your panties aside.

“so wet already,” he muttered, sounding both satisfied and annoyed. “all that laughing and you come home dripping for me.”

two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling deep and pumping fast.

you moaned loudly, back arching as he fucked you with them, thumb pressing firm circles on your clit.

ferran watched your face the whole time, his free hand pinning your wrist above your head.

he added a third finger, stretching you open, scissoring them while his mouth moved down to suck hard on your nipple.

the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you filled the room and he kept going until your legs shook then suddenly pulled out, leaving you empty and whimpering.

he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were on all fours.

his cock rubbed against your entrance before he thrust in deep in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.

you cried out at the fullness and ferran groaned, gripping your hips tight as he started pounding into you.

“fuck, you feel so good,” he panted, voice strained.

each thrust was powerful, hips snapping against your ass, the sound of skin slapping loud and obscene.

he reached around to rub your clit again, never slowing his pace.

his other hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could lean over you and bite your shoulder.

you came around his cock, walls clenching tight, moaning his name into the sheets.

ferran fucked you through it, then flipped you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide and driving back inside.

he held eye contact now, forehead pressed to yours and thrusting slower but deeper, grinding against your clit with every stroke. “come again.”

the second orgasm hit even harder, your whole body shaking as pleasure crashed over you.

ferran followed right after, burying himself and groaning loudly as he came, filling you with hot pulses while his hips stuttered.

afterwards he collapsed beside you, pulling you tightly against his chest, arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go. his breathing was still heavy, but his voice softened just a little.

“sorry if i was too much,” he murmured, kissing your forehead.