#koko.xo

you used to fight the tears as soon as he started murmuring her name, failing and letting them stream down your face while he wiped them away.

“please, don’t cry. did i say something wrong?” 

and then you made the mistake of answering his question, as if it had been directed at you in the first place—what a fool you had been.

“i told you not to speak,” his eyes hardened within a second, breaking the little fantasy of his as soon as he heard your voice and not the one that haunted his mind.

but you became immune to it along the way.

he talked to you about personal things and inside jokes, mentioning names and places you didn’t know. however, what you did know was how to make him happy, a small smile and adoration in your eyes were enough to have him at your feet. there wasn’t a day where he didn’t spoil you (her), even if you didn’t like that specific colour, he said that it was your favourite; so you quickly apologized and changed your mind. 

on purpose or not, your heart longed for him. and knowing he could replace you whenever he wanted, you tried to play the part as best as you could. 

his touch was gentle, like air caressing your cheeks, he held your chin between his fingers with an elegance you admired and turned it to the side so he could kiss your neck.

“sorry for taking so long,” he trailed upwards and kissed your cheek, smiling against your skin when he felt you shiver, “i won’t leave you alone again.”

he wanted to hear the voice he loved so much, to listen to the joyful laugh he still remembered. there were days where he caught himself panicking as he struggled to remember the features he had spent so long memorizing, vanishing without a warning, and torturing him until he came home. those were the days where he held you closer, staring at your face as he gave you the pleasure and love he wished he could’ve given you (her) all those years ago.

carefully, he removed layer after layer of clothing from you, manipulating your body as if it were crystal. seeing you bare was a sight he would never get tired of. his lips descended, kissing each beauty mark, each pore until they reached your chest.

“you’re perfect.”

you could’ve cummed at his words alone, your throat closing up as a sob threatened to slip past your lips. even if he wanted you silent, he encouraged you to touch him; as long as you always let him be in charge, to take care of you.

his teeth grazed your nipple and you arched your back, kneading your fingers through his long hair before pulling him closer. the warmth of his mouth enveloped the sensitive bud, flicking his tongue before switching to the other one. he stayed in that position for a while, your body underneath his while you combed his hair and enjoyed the attention.

wordlessly, his kisses began to move down to your navel, his hands gripping your inner thighs and opening them so he could stare at your cunt.

“made my princess wet, yeah?” his tongue ran over his lips as he saw the poor job your panties made at covering your folds. instinctively, you covered your eyes with your forearm, becoming flustered at his words, “c’mon love, don’t hide. let me spoil you.”

too aroused to pay attention to your surroundings, you allowed him to do with you and your body as he pleased. his length touched your cunt and you bucked your hips forward, earning an amused laugh and a kiss on the nose. 

the love in his eyes was raw and made your chest tighten painfully, and with a relieved sigh, he finally slid inside with her memory fresh in his mind.