#lanawrites

“I broke it off.” You got out, and his face changed. 

You knew this would go one of two ways, either with the both of you going through the ritual to get you through the breakup or him going to your exes’ place to beat the shit out of him. You had to talk him out of it multiple times, but when you would see your exes in passing glances, you could tell they were spooked, to say the least.

“What? Are you okay?” He moved closer to you to see if you were okay, but despite the normal ache you would have in your heart, it just wasn’t there.

“I’m fine, Javi. I just found out some things today and I had to take care of it.” If anything, you felt annoyance and regret for that relationship, but not pain.

“What did you find out?”

“You know Valentina? Valentina Perez from two towns over?” You asked, yet when you thought about it, who couldn’t forget her? On the other side of town, she was on her way to greatness, and most men fawned over her. You wouldn’t be surprised if you saw her in a magazine one day.

“Yeah, I know her. She went to our middle school right?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah, that’s her.”

“What does this have to do with her?”

“Well, I went to the store this morning to pick up some groceries. I was going to go to the one closer, but they were out of the oil I needed. So I went to her town because I knew that store had what I needed. But, just as I was going to cross the street, I saw Valentina with Angel. And not in a friendly way because they were holding hands, and he was kissing her cheek.” Javi’s jaw tightened, and his hand curled into a fist. But he refrained.

“What happened next?” He gritted through his teeth.

You knew he was fuming, given that he never liked Angel from the start when you mentioned that Angel wanted to take you on a date. Hell, he practically tried to talk you out of it, but you didn’t budge, making you both keep quiet on your respective opinions as you knew it wouldn’t end well. After all, how could you forget your last conversation about Angel?

-

“I’m telling you he’s no good for you. He’s terrible!” He wouldn’t dare raise his voice at you, but you could tell he was holding back.

“You don’t even know him! Only stories, Javi. Angel has shown me how much he cares about me and makes an effort.” You reasoned, but it fell on deaf ears, given Javi’s one-track mind regarding your choices in men.

He pinched the skin in between his brows, taking a deep breath. “Escuchame. I don’t know him personally, but everyone else that does tells me the same thing. He is not who you think he is and he’s just lying to you. I don’t want you to have to find out the hard way when you don’t deserve to.” 

He wasn’t wrong, given that many men in your hometown disliked him, but he was different with you. It didn’t matter who protested. It was what he showed you. That was what mattered in your heart.

You sighed, feeling yourself getting nowhere in this conversation. “Why do you care so much Javi? Why do you care so much about who I date when I don’t do this to you?” 

It was true, given that you kept some opinions to yourself about his extensive dating history, no matter how much you didn’t like them. Why he couldn’t do the same for you was infuriating.

“Because I love you. You’re family, and I won’t sit back and watch you make a bad choice when you can do better.” He was at his wits end, which you could hear in how he said he loved you. But it didn’t feel right. With the way he said family. Although you knew it was said out of comfort and not ill intention, the way it tugged on your heartstrings in an unpleasant chord when it shouldn’t have done anything but reassure you was strange. 

“What’s better for me then since you have all the answers?” His lips were pressed in a firm line before he spoke, trying to choose his words carefully before he couldn’t think.

“Anybody else! It’s not that hard to find one.” You rolled your eyes at him. Not that hard, he says. If it were so easy then this conversation wouldn’t be happening now.

“You judge every guy I pick so it’s clearly not that easy when you make it your life’s mission to find something wrong with them!” 

“But I was right about all of them. Miguel cheated, Wilmar lied about everything, and Jesus did both. They were terrible for you, and so is Angel. He’s the worst out of all of them.” You hated his knack for laying things out in a way that made your point seem mute.

“You being right about them is not the point. I don’t know why you can’t be happy for me and give him a chance when he hasn’t done anything wrong. Those three had red flags as soon as I met them. Angel hasn’t done anything of the sort and you know that. Please, Javi, give him a chance or at least be polite to him if you have to see him. I don’t expect you to like him just like I don’t like your girlfriends, but I don’t need constant criticism. Can you do that?” He wanted to object, but you could see the resignation to this conversation. 

“I can do that.” You were relieved, but that feeling over his words still left you puzzled. 

“Thank you. I love you.” Your I love you’s you shared with each other were nothing that crossed your mind for more than a second. But this one was different in the higher octave in your tone, the way it strummed a new chord with your heartstrings. Surely you just imagined it, just the heat of the moment that would soon cease to cross your mind by tomorrow.

“I love you too. I only do this because of that.” He opened his arms up to you, and you hugged him, his cologne filling your nostrils and washing your nerves away. He felt like home, and not in the way you felt when you were kids. The hugs you shared were out of comfort because you were each other’s safe haven. It was the kind where you didn’t want to let go because this was where you belonged, not for a second, minute, hour, or a day. But long-lasting.

-

You were brought back to reality when he touched your knee, the touch sending electricity through you. “I saw them and turned around to return to my car, but she saw me. He didn’t since he didn’t run after me, but she called me when I got home and told me everything. She told me when they got together, how she didn’t know I was in the picture, and how he was with her because...” The words were stuck in your throat as you knew what would happen to Javi.

“Because what?” He was strained, and you were sure his blood was boiling red hot.

“Because he’s engaged to her. He proposed to her two weeks ago, the same day he canceled our bowling date. So I called him shortly after and blew up on him about everything I learned and how I felt overall. He swore that she was lying and that she was jealous over what we had but when I wouldn’t believe him, he told me that I deserved it because I didn’t do what he wanted.” His eyes widened before they narrowed, and his look screamed infuriated.

“I’m going to go over there and-” He shot off the couch, but you pulled on his hand.

“There’s no need to finish that sentence or hurt him so stop!” You pleaded with him, but he was seeing red and Angel’s face as he wanted to morph it into something unrecognizable.

“He needs to be taught a lesson. He hurt you, so I’ll be back.” He pulled his hand out of your grasp and walked to the door, but you got up to pull him back. 

“Javi, please wait! Stay with me and forget about him. I won’t stop what you do in the morning but can you stay with me tonight like we normally do?” He knew what you were doing, but he could never say no to you when you gave him those eyes to stay. How could he say no when his heart yearned to be in your presence?

“I’ll stay for now. But tomorrow is different.” Somehow with the softness in his eyes, you knew he would listen to you in the morning.

“I can deal with that. But I’m not as heartbroken as I thought I would be.” You were somewhat dumbfounded by your lack of heartbreak, albeit happy that you wouldn’t spend your days crying. However, curiosity took up your thoughts. The nagging question of whether you were in love with him clouded your mind until Javi grabbed your hand.

“He still deserves to pay.” He rubbed your hand with the pad of his thumb, relaxing you and sending electricity through you.

“I’m not saying he doesn’t, and hopefully she’ll leave him too and he won’t have either one of us. But when I think about our timeline, it was bound to end anyways. He didn’t want to buy me flowers, he always prioritized work or rather, her over me. I would try to plan things and there was always an excuse. And…well I can’t say it now.” You turned away and walked back to the couch, embarrassment making the heat rise to your cheeks.

“You’ve already said a lot just now and you’ve told me everything growing up. What’s more going to do?” He asked as he sat back down next to you.               

“I can’t, Javi. It’s weird to say that to you.” You looked away and were sure you would die of embarrassment any minute now.

“Hey, mirame,” He asked, and you brought your head back up. “We’ve been friends since we were kids. I share everything with you and you do the same so what’s different now?” 

“Sometimes you’re a little too honest when you could leave some details out from your dates.” Countless dates he told you about ended with your wishing that you could erase some of the details from your head and the occasional pang in your heart that didn’t seem to dull with time.

“I’m never a person to leave out details,” His tone made you laugh, and the smile that followed on his face made you feel warm again. “Pero dime. I’m sure it can’t be worse than what you’ve already told me.” Oh, how he would be proven wrong.

“He never made me cum.” In all the times you’ve surprised Javi, you never expected his eyes to widen that much at your confession.

“Not once?”

“Never. I would always fake it and then finish when I got home.” The sigh he let out as he ran his fingers through his hair was surprising, given that you didn’t think it would phase him this much.

“He was that oblivious then.” The more he tried to think the opposite, the more you hated bursting his bubble.

“It’s not so much that but he just…didn’t care about it? It was more so “I want to get off, so I will,” and then I would be there waiting for it to be done at times.” The confessions kept flowing out, and the more you spoke, the more Javi was taken aback.

“Jesus. It’s a fucking requirement for who you’re sleeping with to cum.” Although it was certainly not the time for feelings to arise, it didn’t stop you from pressing your legs together absentmindedly. “I’m sorry, Bonita, I just have to ask…why did you stay for so long? You were with him for what? 2 years?”

“Almost 3 now that I think about it,” You sighed at the time lost, time wasted over someone who was never worth it in the first place. “But I don’t know, I think I stayed out of convenience, not so much out of love because when you put so much time in, you’re willing to stick it out longer than you should. He might’ve done the same, but thankfully it’s over now. I don’t feel so used anymore.” Relief washed over you to know that breaking up with him was the best thing you could’ve done for yourself after avoiding it for so long.

“You never deserved that. You’re worth so much more than what Angel gave you.” You felt the heat rise to your cheeks, but embarrassment wasn’t the culprit. Instead, the butterflies swarmed through your stomach in a surge.

“T-Thank you, Javi, but you don’t have to say those things to make me feel better. I’m okay, really.” You gave him a warm smile, but you could see his eyes were serious.

“I’m not just saying it to make you feel better, Bonita. I’m saying it because I mean it. You’re everything he never deserved and you deserve everything you want out of a relationship.” His tone was more soothing than ever with you, softer than anything you could remember in all the times he comforted you and showed care for you. 

Suddenly, the question that had popped into your head from the time you were teens to when you graduated high school, and in recent years reared into focus again. Is he in love with me? You had done everything you could think of to answer your question, studying his behavior, asking specific questions to gauge his thoughts, and even getting involved with your cousin’s love of tarot cards to get a sign. Blame the teenage hormones that got to you. Still, you were too afraid to ask and almost certain that it was the bliss of a teenage crush that would misread actions and words as affirmations of love. It only increased ten-fold at your graduation when he pulled you into a small corner as everyone was finding their families to have some alone time.

-

“Javi, where are we going? We have to get to our families.” You asked as he led you to a small area near the back of your high school’s football field.

“We’ll find them in a minute. But I know I won’t get much time with you later, so I wanted to tell you that I’m proud of you.” You were happy from the day itself, but hearing him say he was proud of you made you grin.

“Aw, Javi, I’m proud of you as well. We did it and now we get to start our new lives.” You could see the energy shift in Javi after what you said, puzzling you.

“Yeah, the future is near.” He looked away from you for a moment before you grabbed his hand.

“Hey. Are you okay?” You asked, and he forced a smile for you.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

“Are you lying?” You raised a brow at him, and he sighed.

“Maybe a little bit. It’s just…when you think about the future you think about losing people to new jobs, new people in your life, even moving away from home. All those things happen and it’s scary.” Laredo was all you both knew, and sometimes it was hard to let go and move on to get to do something else with your lives, but you didn’t know until now what that made him feel.

“Hey, no matter what happens, I’ll be right by your side, okay? No matter where we go, who we’re with, or what we do for a living, I’ll drop everything to be there for you.” His smile was genuine this time as he pulled you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest as he rested his head atop yours.

“And I’ll do the same. I love you.” You could hear the falter in his voice, awakening something in you that was threatening to leap out of your throat.

“I love you too. Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked again as you pulled out of his embrace. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Also, you look really nice. I like what you did to your hair.” He moved you off-topic, and although you wanted to press more, you let it go.

“Thank you, Javi. I was hoping it would look okay on me.” You smoothed out your hair.

“You look more than okay. Mucho hermosa.” There was a glint in his eyes you hadn’t seen before, maybe something you hadn’t noticed. But how he looked at you made you feel like no one else was there. That you were alone but together in the other’s presence, that nothing could go wrong in the little world you created.

“T-thank you, b-but we should get going. I’m sure we need to take some photos.” Suddenly it felt harder to breathe, the need to say everything and anything simultaneously consuming you until you found an exit because you knew what would happen if you didn’t.

“You’re right. Let’s get going.” He led the way, and you took a deep breath, hoping you could hold it together for all the pictures. When you walked around from the fence and up the street, your families were waiting for you.

“¡Ahí tienes! no sabíamos dónde ustedes los dos.” Your mother and Javi’s mother were crying to see you both in your cap and gowns. Both families came around to hug you one by one and congratulate you.

“We wanted to wait until some people left.” You lied, and they seemed to either buy it or not care as they took out their cameras.

“That’s fine. But take a picture together!” Javi’s mother asked, and you both got closer, and he wrapped an arm around you, which satisfied both of your mothers.

“Nuestros bebés.” They said in unison. You both looked at each other and laughed, knowing they kept their promise to cry at your graduation.

“Javi, get behind her!” Your mother asked him. You were surprised, not thinking they would ask him to do that pose.

“Si! Wrap your arms around her.” His mother agreed, and he was puzzled now.

“Are they trying to make us look like a couple?” He asked you as he got behind you and wrapped his arms around you. The move alone made a swarm of butterflies go through you, but you maintained your composure.

“I wouldn’t put it past them.” You answered as he moved his head down more for the camera.

“Mija, necesito que sonrias.” You smiled for them, and the way Javi’s head was just above the crook of your neck was comforting. All the hugs you had culminated into this, even if it didn’t mean what you wanted it to mean. But to have him like this, you wouldn’t change anything.

And maybe that was why even when you moved out, you made a copy of that photo and kept it in your living room. Sure, memories could’ve been kept in a box, and there were other photos to use, but that photo was deep in your heart, the way he was deep in your soul.

-

With those memories that came flooding back, the question was imprinted into your mind, and you realized that this time, it wouldn’t leave until you got your long-awaited answer. “J-Javi? I feel like you’re leaving something out.”

“I don’t want to overwhelm you so soon.” You shook your head in response to him.

“Digame. Te prometo que puedo tomar lo que me digas.” You wanted, no, needed to hear what he had to say, whether it was good, bad, or indifferent. You would regret it if you let it go like you did at your graduation or every other instance where the question popped into your head.

“You mean everything to me, and I promise I’m not just saying that. You remind me of this quote I would always hear. Tardé una hora en conocerte y solo un día en enamorarme. Pero me llevará toda una vida lograr olvidarte.” Tears welled in your eyes, your answer finally in reach and not just a dream that would never leave your mind. 

“Javi, I never knew you felt that way.” You admitted, feeling your heart practically surge out of your chest. 

He wiped your eyes and then held your face with one hand. “I’ve felt that way for a long time, and it never stopped. I’ve always wanted you to be happy even if it was not with me, but now that I have my chance I’m taking it. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“I love you too, Javi. I realized I loved you a few years back and it hasn’t changed for me since then.” He was surprised, and you wondered how he couldn’t see after all these years that you were irrevocably in love with him.

“¿Cuando?”

“Since we were teens, but it hit me at our graduation. Since then, I always had a little bit of hope but with who you were dating, I always pushed it down.”

He pinched the skin in between his brows with his other hand. “I never would’ve dated those girls if I knew you felt the same way. I always wanted you, and I want you right now.”

“And I want you and only you.” 

Time stood still after that. The admission out there, hearts on the line, a breakup was long forgotten as he never made you feel what Javi made you feel. The list could go on with how Javi treated you miles better than any guy you dated: safe, loved, cared for, appreciated, and special. But the energy had shifted, the air grew thicker, tension rising between you of a “Should we, should we not?” that seemed to blur the already thin line of friends to lovers you hadn’t realized was eroded. But that question was answered when he kissed you, gentle at first yet firm. 

You could faintly taste the whiskey on his lips, making you want more as it tasted better on him. His cologne was a little faded, but you could still smell it, which gave him a huskiness that you loved about him. You brought your hands up to his hair, finally raking through his curls as you had dreamed about doing for years. His other hand moved down to your body and slowly inched to your waist, careful not to overstep as you were still testing the waters. But you didn’t need to try anything when this was safe, exciting, and taking up your thoughts so that it would be all you would think about for days. You pulled a little on his hair, making him groan against your lips.

“Something you like?” You asked in between the kiss.

“Possibly,” Javi murmured before biting your lip, making you moan. He smiled against your lips when he heard you, and you knew that Javi would enjoy every bit of seeing what other sounds he could get out of you. 

“A little noisy aren’t we?” He pulled back to brush the hair out of your face, and you rolled your eyes.

“I can keep quiet.” You tried to be serious, but he didn’t buy it.

“You’re not going to because I want to hear you, and I’ll get it out of you.” His confidence surprised you.

“Who says you’ll get it out of me?” You asked, but he didn’t answer, instead opting to kiss you again and, in the middle of it, tugging on your lip before biting again. You moaned again, and he smiled, knowing he had proved his point. But that was forgotten soon after as his kiss made you feel drunk. If there was ever a time when you accidentally kissed him before this, you probably wouldn’t have waited this long to kiss him. The urge to keep going was igniting more as each second passed, and you knew it wouldn’t cease fire until your deepest desire was fulfilled. 

But then it increased ten-fold when his tongue pressed against your parted lips, making a shiver run through you. You opened them up without hesitation, allowing him to dive in just enough to experiment with you. With that, you could taste more of the whiskey, and the smell of his cologne intensified, making you clench your legs further, trying to quell your desire. But Javi felt your legs move and opened them up by pushing his hand down from your waist and between your legs, prying them open. His hand rested between your thighs, gripping a little, making you clench around nothing, given that you were wearing a dress and you could feel him fully. Oh, how badly you wanted him to remove the rest of your clothes so you could feel him skin-to-skin.

Perhaps your senses were overloaded, but his smell was intoxicating, his taste was addicting, to touch each other was electrifying, to hear how breathless he was as he kissed you, and to see how much he desired you was everything to you. With each second that passed, you craved more, and so did he, surprising you based on how he pulled you into his lap with one swift pull on your leg. His hands trailed up from your hips to your waist, holding you up as you grinded on his lips slowly.

“You’re a fucking tease.” He muttered, trailing his lips down to your chin and then jaw.

“What am I doing?” Your faked oblivious nature earned an eye roll from Javi.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” His voice had dropped an octave when you grinded more, his dick growing and grazing you when you couldn’t wait to pull him out of his pants.

“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, looking at him as you further tangled your fingers into his hair.

“Never.” He kissed down to your neck, making you suck in a breath. Sensitivity increasing with each kiss, you knew he was reaching your sweet spot. And once he did, the sound he elicited from you made him twitch in his pants. He wanted more out of you, to give you everything you didn’t have with Angel. He wanted to worship your body, learn every inch of you, and memorize each crevice to shower you with love. There would never be another day where you felt that you were simply there while those you were with did their business. Every day would be a day where Javi could tangle himself into the sheets with you, let your wanton sounds fill the room along with his moans and grunts, and fill you up with each climax in every position he could do with you. He had you in his grasp, and he was wrapped around your finger.

Javi sucked on your sweet spot, making you whine as you tried to get used to his kisses. He was leaving a hickey, and while you usually didn’t like them, the thought of hickeys or love bites lined on your skin, a reminder of your desires manifesting into reality, made your core begin to throb. And thankfully, he didn’t stop at one. He made his mark and kissed it one last time before grabbing your ass and smacking it. It caught you off guard, and the sound you let out let him know that you enjoyed it.

“Do you want to take this to my room?” He asked.

“I’m sure. Take me there, please.” Javi smiled at your answer, grabbing your hips and getting up so he could carry you to his room. He kissed you briefly as he found his way to his room, kicking the room open before letting you down onto your feet again. He pulled off his shirt before helping you pull down the straps of your dress. He loved this color on you, complimenting your skin perfectly no matter how much you said it was a simple dress. But to take it off of you, to see the way it draped off of your breasts, falling down to the floor and drinking you in, Javi knew that he would never get tired of the sight.

Immediately, he bent down to your chest to place more hickeys on you. He wanted the reminder just as much as you did, to wake up the following day and look at his form of art on your body. He left another, and another, making a little trail that he could trace with his finger when the sun would bathe his room, and he would wait for you to get up. Finally, he reached your breasts, and his breath hit your nipple, making it hard for him.

“I take it you’re sensitive here?” His smirk let you know that he knew the answer, but you wanted to play coy.

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“Just maybe you say,” He trailed off as he licked your nipple before putting it in his mouth, keeping eye contact with you as you moaned. He swirled his tongue around, making goosebumps rise. He hummed as your head rolled back, the vibrations making you ruin your panties little by little. You put your hands in his hair again, tugging as he moved to the next one to give them equal attention. 

How did he make this so hot, turning you on before he even got to your core, where if you were lying down in bed you would be taking control and putting him inside you yourself. He was completely different than all the men you had been with. Rushed, lack of effort, lack of attention to your needs. But Javi paid close attention to you, seeing that if you liked the way he licked or nibbled on your nipple, he would do it again and again and again. His attention to you never waved, only it increased as he moved from your breasts down to your stomach, peppering kisses that made your heart skip a beat.

Javi reached for your panties, dragging his hands to their hem and looking at you to give the okay. You wanted him to pull them down, but you suddenly felt bad. “Javi, I want to make you feel good as well.” He got up and cupped your face. 

“Déjame cuidarte. Te daré todo lo que te mereces.” Your heart melted, and your core ached at those words, but it didn’t shake your guilt.

“But-” It was on the tip of your tongue, and Javi knew what it was.

“Cariño, you are beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful to me.” He reassured you before he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“How can you say that when this is your first time seeing me like this?”

“Yes, this is my first time seeing you naked, pero, amo todo de tí,” He kissed your forehead first. “Amo tu frente, ojos, nariz, mejillas, labios, mandíbula, cuello, senos, estómago, caderas, muslos, pantorrillas, tobillos, pies.” He kissed you all the way down your body, touching you softly and finally kissing his hand to place onto your feet. “Y lo que aún no he explorado sé que me encantará es tu culo, y tu coño.” Javi kissed your clothed core, making you tense a bit. 

You nodded your head and allowed him to pull them down, and you saw his mouth water when he could see your wetness pooling. You stepped out of your panties and spread your legs a little, allowing him to swipe a finger up your slit to gather your slick, putting his finger in his mouth and tasting you. The look that he gave you of pure adoration and attraction made you weak at the knees as he wasted no time in diving in with his mouth, tongue spreading your lips, and getting up everything he could in your slit. You were caught off guard by how he moved his hands up to your ass to keep you in place as he got up everything he could. But then, he latched on to your clit and sucked, licked, and hummed, making you moan his name like a chant that wouldn’t end until you came.

“Javi, fuck that feels really good.” You praised, tugging at his hair again as he hummed louder and sucked more feverishly. Pleasure, ecstasy, bliss, cloud nine, all the words you could think of couldn’t compare to how this felt. You were surprised you could think at this point given how the pleasure was building in your stomach at top speed, and when his skilled fingers pressed in between your folds and into your dripping core, you were gone. Matching pace with his mouth, taking his time to find your spot, and then hooking on to it repeatedly, the curl beckoning you to gush on his fingers. You didn’t need him to ask you, and before you could register what was happening, you came hard. Walls pulsing, clenching around Javi’s fingers. clit throbbing, overstimulated, yet you couldn’t pull off as he rode you through your orgasm. The hairs on your neck stood high as you slowly descended from your high. How you were still standing was a mystery, but you were grateful when he finally pulled you off to pick you up and lay you on the bed. 

“God, you taste so fucking good.” He whispered as he kissed your hips before diving in again. His hands hooked onto your hips, allowing your thighs to press against his head as he lapped up everything. You gripped his sheets, whining as he fingered you again while licking your juices. He swapped between licking it off his fingers and pushing his tongue in to get it faster. You started to rock your hips against his mouth to get what you wanted, and he could feel his dick getting rock hard over how needy you were for him.

“Javi, fuck I-please don’t stop!” Your mind failed you at making a coherent and complete sentence, but he knew what you needed as he focused on sucking your clit and fingering you again. Your overstimed clit made you whimper, but it soon turned into praise for Javi as he brought you to your second orgasm, making your roll your hips and your legs shake as it hit you again. Harder than before, your eyes rolling back as he never lost his grip on you. Two orgasms in a short time, yet you still needed him inside you. Your vision cleared up when he pulled up from your thighs and you saw your slick lining his lips. He licked it up before kissing you, your hands trailing down to help him out of his pants.

“I need you. I really fucking need you.” You whispered against his lips. Your fingers fumbled with his button, but you got it unhooked, one hand holding himself up as he tried to get them off with your help. He stood up a bit to fully get those and his boxers off before climbing back on top of you. Your hands found their way to his dick after you spat in your hand, and you stroked him slowly, feeling the veins you wanted to feel against your walls. He sucked in a deep breath as you stroked from tip to base, kissing his jaw and neck. It was a little hard to wrap your hand around his dick, given his above-average girth, but it was something you would enjoy as he got deep inside you. His tip was curved as well, giving you an idea. You swiped your thumb over the tip, and the coating of pre-cum made your mouth water as you wanted to taste him, let him cum down your throat, and let his moans fill the room. Your fantasy made you focus on the tip, going faster and your thumb circling around the tip as he let out a gasp.

“Fuck, baby. J-Just like that.” He rasped out, letting his head fall and bite your neck. You kept pace, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. He was unraveling for you as you did for him, and perhaps you would make him cum from a handjob alone before he could thrust deep inside you to give you what you both desired. But he moved your hand away and moved up, to which you looked down and saw how painfully hard he was.

“If you keep going like that I’ll cum on your stomach.” He admitted, and the vision of him spilling on your stomach was making you burn red hot.

“Well, now I know what to do in the future.” You smiled, and he kissed you again, reaching for his condom. You watched him put it on, rolling it down and seeing the way it fit him, stretching for him as you were going to do for him. With it on, he slotted himself between your legs, letting the tip rub on your lips. It made you roll your hips so the tip could slip between your folds, knowing that your clit was overstimulated to the point where every touch would make you jolt. His tip brushed against your clit, and you moaned into his mouth while your kiss got very messy, very fast. Needing to hear your moans again, he matched your rocking to keep brushing against your sensitive clit, the sensation almost too much for you.

“You’re so wet, hermosa. Did I do this to you?” He asked, pulling back where you could see the smirk lining his lips and for him to see your reaction.

“Y-you did. Fuck, please don’t stop.” You stammered out, the ability to speak fading further away.

“I need to feel you baby. I need to feel you cum on my dick.” He took his hand and swiped up in your slit, gathering your slick on his fingers and stroking himself with it, making sure he could slide in without a hitch. He stroked himself while looking at you, and to see how badly he wanted you was still unbelievable. He noticed your nervousness and stopped, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Hey, there’s nothing to be nervous about. If you want me to stop, I will.” He reassured you, still giving you an out knowing that this was a lot to take in.

“It’s not that. I really want this but Javi…your gaze, it’s intimidating.” You admitted.

“Baby, I’ve enjoyed looking at you before this happened and now. I don’t mean to intimidate you, but remember, it’s just me. Nothing’s really changed, okay?” It was partly a lie to say nothing changed when you were just given two mind-blowing orgasms, but Javi knew how to make your heart melt even when it was racing out of your chest.

“I know. But…he never looked at me like that.” His face changed when he said it, wanting to give you everything you deserved as you deserved to feel desired, wanted, and beautiful. 

“If he doesn't wanna make you feel pretty, I'll show you how fucking pretty you are.” His tip was still near your hole, making it easier for him to slide in, causing you to gasp and clench around it. Your hands moved up on his body, hooking onto his back. He felt perfect inside you, filling and stretching you out more than you could imagine. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He moaned out as he finished filling you up, inch by inch. Still comfortable inside you, yet the stretch was something you would never get enough of. He let you adjust, kissing your forehead again to give you time. 

“You feel so much better. Please move,” Javi moved right away, slowly pulling out and pushing in while you pulsed around him each time. You wrapped your legs around him and scratched his back, making him moan. You wanted to leave marks on his back as he wanted to leave love bites on you.

“That’s it, baby. Scratch my back and leave marks on me,” He sped up, letting the sounds of how wet you were for him fill the room. You scratched his upper back a little more, making him fuck you harder. His curved tip brushed closer to your spot, and when he decided to thrust up into you, you were pleasantly overstimulated. 

“I told you I was going to get more sounds out of you.” You rolled your eyes as he laughed, but you were rolling your eyes back when he continued to fuck you. Yet, he was not rough with you. He moved his hand to go underneath your neck and bring you closer to him, the other holding him up so he would not have too much of his weight on you. Javi made sure that you were enjoying yourself, his tenderness evident. Patience, tenderness, and love were evident, especially when you looked at him and saw how he looked at you with adoration, lust, and love. You were aglow in his gaze, not intimidating once you got used to it, and you never wanted to leave. 

But those three words were lodged in your throat, threatening to come out despite your efforts to suppress them. The nerves were rising, but you blurted it out faster than you could’ve covered it up. “I love you,Javi.”

“I love you too. Always have, always will.” Javi didn’t break eye contact as he said it, and you could see he was serious. He leaned down to kiss you again, pouring all his love into it. It felt different at this juncture, but you were willing to continue down this path with him for as long as you could.

But what you couldn’t hold on to was your composure once it started to build in your lower stomach, the tension increasing with each thrust and your previous orgasms playing into it. Javi could feel you tighten around him more, which made him leave your lips again so he could watch you cum. He moved his hand away from your neck and between you both, slipping his fingers right to your clit and rubbing small circles to inch you closer to your release.

“You’re doing so good baby. I’m so proud of you.” He praised, and your whine in return made his tip twitch. You kept pulsing, legs tightening around him, letting him know you were close. “Cum for me baby, please. Make a mess for me.” 

You scratched his back hard, cumming all over just as he asked you to do. It was intense, your legs feeling like jelly and goosebumps rising by the second. And to see the way you threw your head back in ecstasy ignited something in him. He had to fuck you through it, had to make you feel everything all at once because your pleasure was all he cared about. But alas, you came down, completely spent after all he did. But if he asked for another, you would do it all over again, loving the way he would watch you cum for him with absolute attentiveness.

Thankfully, Javi moved his hand away from your sensitive clit to hold himself up, knowing his climax was near. You could feel him lose control, seeing how he bit his lip and how he wanted to savor each moment with how good it felt to feel your pulse around him. He was in a state of ecstasy as well, and he never wanted to leave it.

“F-fuck, I’m getting close.” He thrusted faster, desperation taking over to cum deep inside you. 

“Please cum for me Javi. Soy todo tuyo.” Those last three words pushed him closer to the edge.

“Mi mente, cuerpo, y alma es tuyo.” Javi barely got it out before he came, grunting as he spilled inside the condom when he would much rather spill inside you. His thrusts were rough, needing to have every inch deep inside you. You pulsed around him to overstimulate him, to which he was not surprised when another drop of cum shot out in response to your actions.

You could tell he was tired, so you held him close, allowing him to rest a little on top of you so he could catch his breath. Your hands went up to his hair, playing in it as he rubbed his thumb back and forth on your hip. Skin-to-skin, completely bare, but not just in the physical sense. It was in every sense as you had previously shed all your layers with him, letting him see the deepest parts of you as he did with you. This was simply the final layer, but it was the most fitting after developing everything else with him over the years.

"If you keep playing in my hair like that I'll fall asleep on you." He mumbled, eliciting a laugh out of you. You both stayed in that position briefly, the closeness comforting you and reminding you that this was not a dream. 

Sadly, he did get up to pull out of you, throw the condom out, and get some towels to clean you both up. He wiped you down first, removing any sweat and cleaning up the wetness between your thighs. Once he wiped himself down and put them in the bin, he got right back into bed with you and pulled you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, a hand rubbing your back. 

“I’m feeling pretty good. How are you feeling?” 

“Amazing,” He admitted, making you laugh. “But are you okay with everything that happened?”

“Of course I am. I wouldn’t have done any of that if I didn’t feel right about it. But are you okay with what we did?” You craned your neck up to look at him.

“I am, but I just want to be sure. You know I love you.” To hear him say it with a different meaning brought a smile to your face. 

“I love you, Javi.” Your tiredness was hitting you hard, your voice much softer than before. You moved your head back down to lay on his chest comfortably.

“And I love you, mi flor. I’ll take you out this weekend.” 

“Are you asking me on a date?” You asked as he drew circles on your back.

“Yes I am.”

“Then ask me properly.” He moved back so he could face you properly.

“Will you go out on a date with me this weekend?” He asked, and you loved the fact that he asked you properly.

“Yes I will, but we don’t have to go out this weekend since I know you have work. We can always go the following weekend.” You didn’t want to strain him, but he didn’t have it.

“I’m taking you out because I want to. You deserve to be shown off and treated right, so I’m taking you out this weekend.” You admired his insistence, even though there was stubbornness laced in.

“You’re so bossy all the time.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“It’s not bossy if you like it.” He shot back, and you would never admit that he was right.

“Maybe I do.” You tried to play it off, but there was no use.

“Just maybe? Because just a little earlier you liked it when I-“ You shushed him with a kiss.

You pulled back and rested your head back on his chest. “Don’t finish that. Just go to sleep.” 

“I will, but I find it funny that this was a complete change from our usual breakup routine.” The realization hit you since this was a complete change. 

“Yeah it is. But I think I like this one more.”

“Well there won’t be another routine after this.” Oh, he was certain of it.

“And you’re so sure of that?” You challenged, but he didn’t back down.

“Positive.” Without saying it, you knew that he was not planning on going anywhere, and neither were you.

“Of course you are. But goodnight, Javi. I love you.” As you closed your eyes, you slurred your words, but you knew you were safe.

“I love you more. Goodnight.”

-

Translations:

Escuchame - Listen to me

Mirame - Look at me

Pero dime - But tell me

Bonita - Pretty

Mas hermosa - Most beautiful

¡Ahí tienes! no sabíamos dónde ustedes los dos - There you are! we didn't know where you two were.

Nuestros bebés - Our babies

Mija, necesito que sonrias - My daughter (this is the direct translation but can also mean darling) I need you to smile.

Digame. Te prometo que puedo tomar lo que me digas - Tell me. I promise I can take what you tell me.

Tardé una hora en conocerte y solo un día en enamorarme. Pero me llevará toda una vida lograr olvidarte. - It took me an hour to meet you and only one day to fall in love. But it will take me a lifetime to forget you.

¿Cuando? - When?

Déjame cuidarte. Te daré todo lo que te mereces - Let me take care of you. I'll give you everything you deserve.

Cariño - From my understanding, it can mean a lot of things, but it is mostly a term of affection, like cute or sweetheart.

Pero, amo todo de tí - But I love everything about you

Amo tu frente, ojos, nariz, mejillas, labios, mandíbula, cuello, senos, estómago, caderas, muslos, pantorrillas, tobillos, pies. Y lo que aún no he explorado sé que me encantará es tu culo, y tu coño. - I love your forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips, jaw, neck, breasts, stomach, hips, thighs, calves, ankles, feet. And what I haven't explored yet I know I'll love is your ass, and your pussy.

Hermosa - Gorgeous

Soy todo tuyo - I am all yours

Mi mente, cuerpo, y alma es tuyo - My mind, body and soul are yours

You smooth down your outfit for the tenth time, glancing at your reflection in the hall mirror. Abby's text from ten minutes ago, saying that she’ll be there soon, still makes your stomach flutter. A warm, giddy feeling spreads through your chest as you grab your keys, the thought of spending the afternoon with her is making your heart hammer in your chest. You can already picture her smile, the way her eyes crinkle at the corners when she's genuinely amused, the sound of her silky smooth voice and her calming presence. Stepping out, the cool air hits your face, but it does little to calm the excitement thrumming in your veins.

You and Abby have been together for a while now, but you still get butterflies every time you’re around her, the good kind of butterflies. You look down at your phone to check your reflection, wanting to double check that you look good for her, but the truth is, you could wear a potato sack and she’d still think you’re the most stunning person she has ever laid eyes on. After a couple of minutes, she pulls up to your place and stops in front of your door, waiting for you to get in her truck, and as soon as you do, you’re met with her radiant smile—the one that instantly makes you feel at home.

“I must say, I’m impressed that you managed to be on time for once.” She teases gently, which makes you roll your eyes playfully.

“It was just that one time. I was late only once!” You protest, which makes her chuckle as she leans over for a quick peck on the lips.

“I know, darling, it’s just fun riling you up.” She says as she puts the car in gear, glancing at you with a smile which makes your stomach do somersaults, and you can’t help but smile back.

"Oh, you think so, do you? Two can play that game, you know." You quip, a little grin forming on your lips.

She steals a glance at you and raises her eyebrows, her signature smirk hinting at a playful challenge. “Bring it on, baby,” she challenges, placing her hand on your thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. You can’t let her know how it makes your brain short circuit when she does that. But who are you kidding? She already knows. Her touch sends a delicious shiver through you, a warmth spreading from your thigh all the way up. You bite back a grin, trying to maintain your cool facade even as your heart does a happy little jig.

"Just you wait," You mutter, forcing yourself to sound more confident than you feel, knowing full well she can read you like an open book. “Which bookstore are we going to today?”

“You’ll see,” She murmurs softly as she intertwines her fingers with yours. You can’t help but admire how truly beautiful she is, how her freckles adorn her face like constellations, how her blue eyes look lighter in the sunlight, and the way her hand confidently grips the steering wheel as she drives. In that moment, you realise just how deeply you love her.

The drive to the bookstore is filled with comfortable silence, highlighted by the occasional shared glance and soft laughter from your conversation, and when she finally pulls into a parking spot, your face lights up. Both of you have been eyeing the Rare and Used Books bookstore for ages, and you're already reaching for the door handle, eager for the next stage of your date, but Abby gets out of the truck and rushes to the passenger side to open the door for you. It's something she always does, along with other thoughtful gestures like holding the door open for you and walking on the outer edge of the sidewalk. They’re small, yet meaningful acts that express her love for you. You smile warmly at her as she holds the door open for you, and you feel your heart swell with love for her. You’ve never experienced this kind of love before, the kind of love that makes you feel safe and at peace, like the world around you fades into perfect harmony when you're with her.

The bell above the door gives a nostalgic chime as you both step inside. Immediately, you’re hit with that intoxicating scent unique to old bookstores—dust, and aged paper. It’s quiet, the kind of silence that feels like a warm blanket, and you subconsciously move closer to Abby’s side. She doesn't miss a beat, her hand finding the small of your back as she guides you deeper into the labyrinth of floor-to-ceiling shelves.

"Don't get lost in here," she whispers near your ear, she teases. "I might not be able to find my way out if I have to come looking for you."

"I think you'd manage," you tease, looking up at her. "You have a pretty good internal compass."

Abby wanders toward a section in the back—History and Fiction. You watch her for a moment as she scans the spines of the books. The golden light from a nearby desk lamp catches the muscle in her shoulder as she reaches for a heavy, leather-bound volume. She flips it open, her thumb tracing the edge of a yellowed page inside, and you find yourself staring at her in awe as she gets lost in her little world of books.

"Look at this," she murmurs, gesturing for you to come closer.

You lean in, but you aren't looking at the book. You’re looking at the way her expression has softened and replaced by a quiet wonder. She looks at you then, and for a second, the bookstore disappears. It’s just her blue eyes, searching yours, sharing a piece of her world with you. She closes the book gently and tucks it under her arm.

"I'm definitely getting this. But," she adds, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes, "we aren't leaving until we find that specific poetry collection you've been obsessed with."

"Abby, that's like finding a needle in a haystack in this place," you laugh, but her determination to find the book fills your heart with warmth.

She just gives you that confident, one-sided shrug and that little smirk of hers, the one that says she’s already decided it’s happening.

"Good thing I'm persistent, then. Start looking, baby. I've got the high shelves covered."

The quiet of the shop settles over you like a secret. You spend a long moment exploring the bookshelves, your fingertips dancing over the spines of the books. There’s no rush, no pressure, just the comforting hum of the air conditioner and the knowledge that Abby is somewhere nearby. Ever since she came into your life, your love for books has only grown, mostly because she’s the first person who really listens when you ramble about them, and you both get to share the same excitement together when it comes to books.

Eventually, you pull yourself away from a shelf of and look around for Abby. The aisle is empty. A tiny prickle of curiosity hits you as you wander through the store, weaving through the towering stacks.

Then, you see her.

She walks towards you with that familiar smirk playing on her lips, but the edge of it is softer now—melted by a look of pure, unadulterated affection. She’s holding something behind her back, her shoulders squared in that proud, playful way she gets when she’s won a bet.

"Took you long enough," she teases, her voice a low rumble in the quiet shop.

Before you can answer, she brings her hand forward. Nestled in her palm is the exact poetry collection you’ve been hunting for months. Your breath hitches, and you can feel your eyes go wide, sparkling under the warm shop lights.

"Abby... how?" you whisper, reaching out to touch the cover.

She doesn't just hand it over, she watches your face, memorising the expression. Seeing you this happy makes her feel like she's on top of the world. To anyone else, Abby is a force of nature—tough, focused, and immovable. But here, in the soft light of an old bookstore, she’s just a woman who would move mountains just to see you smile.

"I told you," she murmurs, her voice thick with a tenderness she only ever saves for you. "I'm persistent."

You take the book from her, your fingers brushing against hers in the process. The paper is cool, but her skin is warm, a steady heat that seems to radiate off her. You flip through the pages, the old book smell wafting up, and you can feel her weight shift as she steps closer, peering over your shoulder to see what caught your eye.

"Thank you, Abby. Seriously," you say, looking up at her.

"Don't thank me yet," she says, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. "You still have to read the best ones out loud to me later."

She leads the way to the front counter, her hand resting naturally on the small of your back like it always does. Watching her handle the transaction makes you wonder how you got so lucky. She chooses to be soft for you. She chooses to remember your favourite authors, to hunt through dusty shelves for a specific poem, and to hold your hand like it’s the most precious thing she’s ever touched. It feels like a privilege, not just to be loved by her, but to have the right to love her back. There’s something about seeing her standing in such a delicate, quiet space that makes your heart do that familiar little jig. She pulls out her wallet, dismissing your attempt to reach for your own with a firm, narrowed look that says not a chance.

Once the book is tucked safely into a bag, she pushes the heavy glass door open for you, holding it with one hand while the other finds yours the moment you’re back out on the sidewalk. The afternoon sun is lower now, painting the street in long, honey-coloured shadows. The cool breeze you felt earlier has settled into a comfortable evening chill.

You look at her—really look at her—the way the golden hour light catches the blonde stray hairs around her face. Up close, the details of her face feel like a map you’ve memorised but can’t stop studying. Her freckles paint her face like beautiful constellations, and you find yourself wanting to trace the lines between them, wondering if they form a sign that says she was always meant to find you. In the glow of the golden hour, her blue eyes look like polished sapphires set against the warmth of her freckled skin. They don't just reflect the light, they seem to glow from within, radiating so much love for you. It’s the kind of gaze that says you’re her peace and her entire world, all wrapped into one, and in the quiet hum of the afternoon, with the city buzzing around you, you realise that no masterpiece in that bookstore could ever compare to the way she looks right now.

When you reach the parked truck, Abby doesn't even give you a chance to reach for the handle before she opens the door for you. She always does that—always opening doors, always making sure you’re taken care of. You climb into the high seat, and she waits just a second longer than necessary, her hand resting on the edge of the door as she catches your eye before she clicks the door shut and jogs around to the driver's side.

As she pulls out into the evening traffic, she drives with one hand on the wheel, her movements precise and confident, while her other hand rests on the center console, palm up, offering an open invitation. You slide your hand into hers, and she immediately closes her fingers around yours, her thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your knuckles. You look out the window as the city lights begin to flicker on, but your gaze always drifts back to her, and you find yourself lost in thought as you admire her beauty.

"You okay over there?" she asks softly, her voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrates in your chest. She doesn't take her eyes off the road, but she squeezes your hand, a silent check-in that says I’ve got you.

"More than okay," you murmur, leaning your head back against the seat. "Just thinking about how much I like being here, going on these little dates with you."

She doesn't reply right away, but you see the way her jaw softens and a small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She lifts your hand to her lips, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to your skin without breaking her focus on the road ahead. It’s a quiet, domestic moment, but it feels more profound than any grand gesture.

“I hope you know,” she murmurs against your knuckles, her voice a low, steady hum that vibrates through your hand. She pulls your hand just an inch away from her mouth, but she doesn’t let go. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here. Just us.”

She brings your hand back down to rest on her thigh, her fingers remaining interlaced with yours as the aquarium comes into view. “Ready to go see the sharks? I promise to protect you from the scary fish.”

A bright, genuine chuckle escapes you as you turn in your seat to face her, your heart doing that familiar little skip at the sight of her looking all tough while talking about an indoor aquarium.

“You are such a goober, Anderson,” you tease, reaching out to give her shoulder a playful nudge. “They’re behind three inches of reinforced glass. I think I’m safe from the man-eaters for today.”

She pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine, but she doesn’t move to get out yet. Instead, she turns in her seat, resting her arm on the back of your headrest so she can look at you fully. A soft, amused huff shakes her chest.

“Doesn't matter,” she murmurs, her thumb reaching out to flick a stray hair away from your forehead. “You know I’d fight a shark for you anyway.” She gives your cheek a playful, affectionate pinch before finally letting go of your hand to grab her keys. “Come on, let’s go before the line gets long.”

The transition from the bright afternoon sun to the cool, dim interior of the aquarium feels like stepping into another world. The air is slightly humid, smelling of salt and filtration, and the only sound is the low, rhythmic hum of the massive tanks. As soon as you pass the ticket counter, Abby’s hand is there, her fingers sliding between yours with a practiced ease, her thumb tracing the back of your palm as you both wander toward the first exhibit.

“Check these guys out,” she murmurs, nodding toward a shallow, open-top pool where a school of stingrays glides effortlessly through the water.

You lean against the waist-high glass, and Abby steps in close behind you, her chest brushing your shoulder. The bioluminescent blue light from the tanks reflects off her face, making the constellations of her freckles look like they’re glowing beneath the surface of her skin.

“They look like they’re flying,” you whisper, mesmerised by the way the rays flap their wings.

“Graceful,” Abby agrees, though when you glance back at her, she isn’t looking at the stingrays. She’s looking at you, the blue light catching the calm sea of her eyes. She gives your hand a gentle, grounding squeeze.

The stingrays are gliding in a hypnotic circle, their silken wings skimming the surface of the tank. You lean in just a little too far, fascinated by a particularly small one, when a larger ray decides to flap its "wings" with a sudden, enthusiastic burst of energy.

Splosh.

A cold spray of saltwater hits you square in the face and down the front of your shirt. You gasp, blinking through the droplets, frozen by the sudden chill. Beside you, Abby’s eyes go wide for a split second—a rare flash of genuine surprise—before a low, huffed chuckle escapes her.

"Well," she says, her voice still carrying that dry, deadpan edge even as she smiles. "I did warn you about the scary fish. I just didn't realise the local wildlife had a personal vendetta against you.”

She reaches into her pocket, pulling out a clean tissue as she tilts your chin up with the crook of her finger, her touch as light as a feather.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” she murmurs, her thumb grazing your cheekbone as she dabs at the water carefully. "Can't have you shivering and soaking wet before we even get to the sharks. People will think I pushed you in."

"Would you?" you tease, looking up at her.

She finishes drying your face, her hand lingering against your jaw, her thumb tracing the line of your skin. The warmth of her palm is a comforting, wonderful contrast to the cold water.

"Depends on the mood," she says, her blue eyes dancing with that dry humor. "But just so we're clear? Next time a fish looks at you funny, I'm calling for backup. I don't think my ego can take another successful maritime ambush on my watch."

You huff a laugh, leaning your forehead against her shoulder for a brief second. "You're ridiculous, Abs."

"Maybe," she murmurs, her arm sliding around your waist to guide you away from the tank. "But I'm your ridiculous. Come on, let's go find the sharks.”

Leaving the touch-tanks behind, you follow the curved path into the heart of the aquarium, and as you step into the underwater tunnel, the world turns a deep blue. The transition is breathtaking. The water is everywhere—above you, beside you, wrapping around you in a silent, shimmering embrace. You find yourself mapping the line of Abby’s nose—that distinctive little bump that you absolutely love, and the way the skin is dusted with a faint galaxy of freckles. It’s a feature that feels so quintessentially her. So beautiful. Her lips are parted just slightly, settled into that soft, natural pout you’re so fond of. They look incredibly plush in the dim light, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners as she feels you watching her.

"See something you like?" she murmurs, her voice dropping into that low, silky register that always makes your heart skip. She doesn't turn her head, but you see the way her jaw softens. The blue light catches the fullness of her lower lip, making the moment full of quiet, domestic sort of tension—the kind that makes you want to lean into her and forget about the sharks entirely.

“Maybe,” you whisper, leaning your shoulder into hers until you can feel the warmth of her arm. “The sharks are great, but I think I prefer the view from over here.”

A small huff of a laugh escapes her, and you see her lower lip twitch into a real smile. She finally turns her head, her nose nearly brushing your temple. "Flatterer," she murmurs.

You’re just about to lean in closer when a massive, jagged shadow sweeps over the floor of the tunnel. Above your heads, a massive Sand Tiger shark glides past. It’s staggering how big they are in real life—far larger and more powerful than any photo could capture. You watch the slow, rhythmic pulse of its gills and the way its sandpaper-textured skin catches the light. It’s followed by a school of smaller, sleek Reef sharks and thousands of tiny, silver fish that move like a single, shimmering ribbon through the water.

"Wow," you breathe, your voice barely a whisper in the hallowed quiet.

"Yeah," Abby murmurs back, her hand sliding down to find yours again, her fingers locking tight with yours.

Everything is so graceful, so effortless. The sharks don't look scary up close, they look ancient and majestic, moving through their world with a quiet authority. Abby steps in closer as you both look up at beautiful sea creatures. She doesn't say anything for a long moment, just lets the peace of the blue light settle over you both.

"They're peaceful, aren't they?" she finally asks, her voice a low, warm hum. "In a weird way, it reminds me of us. Just... moving at our own pace while the rest of the world goes by outside."

You lean your head onto her shoulder, watching a Great Hammerhead shadow the tunnel overhead. "I was thinking the same thing."

You stay like that for a long time, tucked against her side as the shadows of the sharks dance over the tunnel floor. Eventually, the heavy silence of the deep water begins to lift as you follow the path toward the brighter, shallower exhibits.

"Look," Abby whispers, her grip on your hand lightening as she leads you toward a massive, brightly lit tank.

Unlike the shark tunnel, the water here is a shimmering, pale turquoise. Two spotted seals are darting through the water, their sleek bodies twisting and turning with a playful energy that makes you both stop in your tracks.

As you step up to the glass, one of the seals—a smaller one with curious, dark eyes—stops its mid-water acrobatics. It drifts toward the surface before diving back down, gliding right up to the spot where you and Abby are standing, tilting its head as if it’s studying you just as intently as you’re studying it.

"Oh wow," you breathe, moving your free hand toward the glass. The seal follows the movement of your fingers, its huge, glassy eyes blinking slowly. "He’s so cute."

Abby leans down, her shoulder brushing yours as she peers at the creature with a look of genuine awe. A soft, huffed laugh escapes her—the kind of sound she only makes when she's truly happy.

"Look at those spots," she murmurs, her voice filled with a rare, childlike wonder. "He’s a little explorer, isn't he? Just coming over to say hi."

She just stands there with you, the two of you mesmerised by the quiet curiosity of the seal. In the bright, clear light of this tank, you can see the way her eyes crinkle at the corners as she smiles. For a moment, it feels like the seal, the water, and Abby are the only things that exist.

As you and Abby stand there, a second, slightly larger seal streaks past like a silver bullet, and the first seal launches itself away from the glass to join the chase.

You watch them spiral around each other in a perfect, synchronized dance, their spots blurring together as they disappear into the deeper part of the tank.

“They’re so fast,” you murmur, your eyes still glued to the spot where they were just moments ago. You turn to Abby, a sudden, impulsive grin spreading across your face. “I want one. Can we take one home? I think he’d fit in the bathtub.”

Abby lets out a genuine, rumbling chuckle, the sound vibrating through the hand she’s still holding. She looks at the empty glass, then back at you, her eyebrows arching in that deadpan way you love.

“A seal? In the apartment?” she asks, her voice dry but dancing with amusement. “I’m pretty sure the landlord has a very strict no marine mammals policy. Not to mention the fish bill.”

“I’ll catch the fish myself!” you protest, bumping your shoulder against hers. “He’s too cute to leave here.”

She sighs, a dramatic, long-suffering sound, but the way she pulls you into a half-hug tells a different story. “Tell you what, goober. The closest thing I can get you to a spotted seal is a plushy from the gift shop on the way out. And only if you promise not to try and feed it real sardines.”

You huff, but you can’t hide the smile forming on your lips. “That’s certainly better than nothing.”

“Exactly,” she murmurs, her thumb tracing a soothing circle on your waist as she starts to lead you toward the next exhibit. “Come on, let’s go see the penguins before I change my mind.”

The air grows a bit chillier as you follow the signs toward the penguins. You hear them before you see them—a chorus of high-pitched braying and the constant, frantic splashing of water.

Unlike the sharks' slow grace or the seals' curiosity, the penguins are pure, unadulterated energy. A dozen of them are torpedoing through the water, while others stand on the rocky ledges, waddling with a clumsy, serious dignity that makes you giggle.

“Look at that one,” Abby says, pointing to a particularly round penguin that’s staring intensely at a stray feather on the ice. “He looks like he’s contemplating the meaning of life. Or just his next meal.”

“He looks like you when you’re staring at a protein bar,” you tease, nudging her side.

Abby doesn't even argue, she just lets out a short, amused huff. “Fair point. He’s got his priorities straight.”

You spend a few minutes watching them. One penguin accidentally trips over its own feet into the water, and Abby’s low, melodic laughter fills the space between you. It’s a lighter, brighter sound than the quiet whispers in the shark tunnel, and you find yourself leaning into her, soaking up the warmth of her presence. Listening to her laugh feels like coming home after a lifetime away, and you’d give anything, do anything, just to ensure that happiness never flickered out.

As you head toward the exit of the exhibit, you spot a photo booth tucked into a corner, its curtain glowing with a soft, inviting yellow light.

“Abby, wait!” you say, tugging on her hand. “We have to!”

Abby looks at the small, cramped booth and then back at you. “You want to squeeze me in there? I don’t know, I might break the machinery.”

“You’ll fit, smartass. Come on.”

She sighs, that familiar, indulgent sound, but she’s already reaching for the curtain. The curtain falls shut behind you, sealing you both into a tiny, brightly lit cube that smells faintly of warm electronics and old plastic. It’s a tight fit—Abby’s knees brushing against yours as she tries to find a way to sit that doesn't involve her head hitting the ceiling.

"See?" she grunts, though there’s a massive, lopsided grin on her face. “It’s a safety hazard.”

"Hush," you laugh, reaching out to tap the glowing start button on the screen. "Just look at the lens! Three... two... one!"

The first flash catches you both off guard. You’re mid-laugh, pointing at the camera, while Abby is still trying to adjust her seating, her eyes wide and her mouth open in a half-formed protest. It’s chaotic, blurry, but…perfect. For the second one, you both lean in, pulling silly faces. It’s a side of her she only shows you, and it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the entire universe. The timer starts ticking down for the third shot, but neither of you is looking at the lens anymore. The playful energy from the last photo suddenly evaporates, replaced by a heavy, magnetic pull. You turn your head just as Abby turns hers. In the cramped, yellow light of the booth, her face is inches from yours. You steal a glance at her lips before meeting her beautiful blue eyes. Her hand slides from your shoulder to cup your jaw, her thumb grazing your cheekbone as the flash goes off, catching that split second of pure, breathless anticipation, the look of two people who are completely, hopelessly in love.

Abby doesn't wait. She leans in, closing the distance with a soft pressure. Her lips are warm and firm against yours. It’s not a hurried kiss, it’s slow and grounding, tasting faintly of mint and her. The bright, white flash of the fourth photo fades into the dim yellow light of the booth, but Abby doesn't pull away, she hums low in her throat, a soft, vibrating sound that you feel more than hear, as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. Her hand, which had been resting on your jaw, slides up so her fingers can tangle in your hair, her palm cupping the back of your head with a gentle, protective weight. There’s a certain gravity to the way she kisses you, as if she’s trying to tell you a thousand things she doesn't have the words for. You find yourself leaning into her, your hands reaching up to find the solid breadth of her shoulders, pulling her just a fraction closer in the cramped space. For a few long, breathless seconds, the rest of the aquarium—the splashing seals, the drifting sharks, the cold air—doesn't exist. There is only the warmth of her breath against your skin, the soft pressure of her lips, and the way she smells—like clean laundry, her favourite perfume and the faint smell of her pine soap.

She eventually pulls back just an inch, her forehead resting against yours. Her eyes are still closed, her lashes dark against her skin, and you can see that familiar, soft pout of her lips is now reddened and damp.

“Baby,” she whispers, her voice a little rougher than usual. She lets out a breath, her thumb tracing the line of your lower lip one last time. "I think... that might be the best photo we’ve ever taken."

"I don't think a camera could ever really catch how I feel about you," you murmur, your voice barely a notch above a breath. "But I'm really glad we have the proof now."

Abby’s eyes flutter open, that deep, intense blue searching yours. For a second, she just looks...overwhelmed with all the love she has for you. She leans in to press one more lingering, soft kiss to the tip of your nose—right on that spot she knows you love—before she gives you a slow, lopsided smile.

“Yeah, me too.” Her pupils are still slightly blown, her expression full of quiet adoration. “Come on,” she murmurs. “Let’s go get that spotted seal of yours.”

As you both step out of the booth, the cool aquarium air hits your flushed skin, a sharp contrast to the heat you just left behind. You stop at the little metal tray, watching as the glossy strip of four photos slides out. Abby reaches for it first. She studies the sequence—the chaos, the faces, the affectionate stare, and finally, the kiss. You see her throat bob as she swallows, her thumb grazing the edge of the paper. Without a word, she tucks it carefully into her inner jacket pocket, right over her heart.

"That one's staying with me," she murmurs as her hand slides down to find yours again, her fingers lacing through yours. "Ready?" she asks, her voice regaining that steady, confident hum, though the softness in her eyes remains.

You nod, leaning your head against her shoulder for a brief second as you begin to walk. The aquarium is starting to wind down for the day, the crowds thinning out as the overhead lights dim slightly. You follow the exit signs, and as you round the final corner, the bright, warm glow of the gift shop spills out into the hallway, filled with rows of colorful glass and soft, plush mountains of fabric. You both walk through the aisles with a quiet determination, her broad shoulders cutting a path through the few remaining tourists until she stops dead in front of a shelf overflowing with grey spotted seals.

"Found him," she says, a playful, victorious glint returning to her blue eyes. Abby pulls the plushy from the pile. It has big, glassy black eyes and little felt whiskers that stick out at a charmingly messy angle. She holds it up, comparing its face to yours, her expression softening into that quiet smirk of hers.

"He's almost as cute as you are," she teases, her voice dropping into that warm, low register.

"Almost?" you challenge, looking up at her through your lashes. "I think I might have to take that as a personal insult, Anderson. Are you saying I have competition now?"

Abby lets out a short, breathy laugh, her blue eyes crinkling at the corners. "Maybe," she murmurs, her thumb grazing the back of your hand. "But the seal doesn't talk back as much as you do. It might be a close race."

"Now that’s just rude.” You protest, pretending to be offended.

Abby lets out a genuine, rumbling chuckle as she takes the seal toward the register, pulling out her wallet to pay for it. When the cashier hands over the bag, Abby immediately passes it to you, her fingers lingering against yours. "Now you've got your seal," she says softly. “Ready to head home?”

The evening air is crisp as you walk across the parking lot, the sky fading into a bruised purple. When you reach the truck, Abby opens the door for you, waiting until you’re settled with your new seal in your lap before she climbs into the driver's side. She doesn’t start the engine immediately. Instead, she sits there for a moment, the dim cabin light catching the strong bridge of her nose and the soft pout of her lips.

You reach out, placing your hand over hers on the center console. "Abigail?"

The effect is instantaneous. Abby doesn’t just turn her head, but she stills completely, her shoulders dropping that tiny bit of tension she always carries. To everyone else, she’s just Abby, but when you use her full name, it’s like a secret key to her heart. You see her gaze softening into something so raw and open it makes your heart ache.

"Yeah?" she breathes, her voice dropping into that low, silky smooth tone.

"Thank you, for everything today. But mostly... just thank you for loving me. For the way you do it—so deeply, and so beautifully. I’ve never felt as safe as I do when I’m with you."

For a moment, she doesn't say anything, she just looks at you as if you’re the only person who truly sees her.

"You don't have to thank me for that," she murmurs, her thumb tracing slow, rhythmic circles on the back of your hand. "Loving you... it's the easiest thing I've ever done. It’s the only thing that’s ever made total sense."

She doesn't wait for a response. She leans across the center console, her large hand sliding up from your arm to cup the side of your neck. Her palm is warm and slightly rough, her thumb grazing the sensitive skin just below your ear. When she pulls you in, it’s slow and deliberate, until your lips meet in a kiss that feels like pure adoration. You feel the soft, firm pressure of her lips as they move against yours, the slight dampness, and the way she hums low in her chest when you tilt your head to give her more room.

Her other hand finds your waist, her fingers bunching in the fabric of your shirt, pulling you as close as the seats will allow. As the kiss deepens, your hands find her solid shoulders, your fingers digging slightly into the soft cotton of her shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Abby groans softly against your lips as she shifts her weight to move even closer to you. Her hand leaves your neck to slide down your back, her palm flat and heavy, pressing you firmly against her as if she's trying to close every last millimeter of distance.

Her breathing has gone from steady to jagged, especially when you tangle your fingers in the hairs at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer by the waistband of her jeans until there isn't a single inch of space left between you. The kiss lingers, growing more urgent, more demanding, until the air in the truck feels thick and charged. The center console is a clumsy barrier between you, and you find yourself shifting, kneeling up slightly to get closer to her. You slide your hand under the hem of her shirt to find the smooth, burning skin of her stomach. She’s all solid muscle, and she shudders when your cold fingers make contact. The kiss grows even more desperate, her tongue slides against yours in a way that makes your head spin. It’s all you can feel—the slick, hot slide of her tongue and the solid weight of her body against yours. You’re both breathless and the windows of the truck are already beginning to fog.

Slowly, you both pull back just an inch, your foreheads still pressed together as you try to catch your breath, and for a second, the only sound is your jagged breathing. A small, breathy chuckle escapes Abby, her chest huffing against yours as she realises just how carried away you both got. You find yourself smiling, too—a little dazed, a little overwhelmed by how much you actually crave her. Her thumb traces the swollen line of your lower lip one last time, leaning in for one last peck on the lips before she slowly settles back into her seat.

"If we don't leave right now, we're going to give the security guard a show. And I'd much rather have you all to myself," she says with a chuckle.

She turns the key, the engine roaring to life with a powerful hum. As she shifts into gear, she keeps her hand firmly on your thigh, her thumb grazing the fabric of your pants in a silent promise of the night still to come.

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“Yeah. I can’t go on this mission if I can’t work my way through the laser rooms. From what Ginger says, there’s at least five, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the control panel area had an extra set of lasers, too.” You answered.

“But you’ve been doing it for a month now. At this rate you’re going to be our contortionist around here.” She joked, hand running through her hair.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You half questioned and joked, with Nicari laughing in response. “But this is necessary for me to do. You know I like to be 1000% ready for anything that may be thrown my way.”

“That’s one of the traits I hope the newcomers have around here. But have a good session.” Nicari wished for you.

“Good luck with your training.” You wished her well as she walked past you, and you walked down the hall. You reached and opened the door, and you saw that it was completely empty, a sigh of relief escaping your lips as you had at least an hour before the rush of agents would come in for their training. You laid your mat on the ground near the mirrored area of the room and placed your bag in the corner.

You did your quick stretches, rolling your neck and getting the blood flowing through your arms and legs before sitting on your mat to work more on your leg stretches. You moved your legs up, bringing them into a butterfly position to start off. You heard the door open, but your eyes were closed as you fluttered your legs.

“Hey. I have this room all to myself until 2.” You spoke, trying to determine who it was based on the boots creaking against the floor.

“Does that mean I can’t join you, sweetheart?” The honeyed voice that you loved echoed through the room. 

You opened your eyes and saw Jack in a casual outfit, the grey sweatpants surprising you. Loose yet form-fitting enough to make your eyes wander more than you should’ve. Given how cold it was in the Statesman building, he also had a jacket on. Jack didn’t comment on your staring, but you knew he noticed it.

“You can join me. More than enough space in here,” You responded, albeit trying to keep your tone even.

“I won’t distract you.” Jack promised, but knowing how you were when you were around him, a distraction was inevitable.

Jack closed the door behind him, and you closed your eyes again, trying to center yourself while you felt goosebumps rise along your arms. You attempted to clear your mind, but it was to no avail, a sign that the rest of your session would be filled with an inability to focus on the tasks at hand. Before switching to a tabletop pose, you fluttered your legs to get the blood going. You were rounding and arching your back in fluid motion until you looked up and saw Jack taking off his jacket, revealing his white short-sleeve shirt that was form-fitting, tight around his biceps. 

“How are you doing over there?” Jack asked, discarding his jacket near his bag and looking at you in a compromising position. 

“I’m doing good. Just getting started.” You watched Jack start his dynamic stretches as you leaned back into a half split, feeling your hamstrings loosen up and the stretch burning. But the burn in your leg was nothing compared to the burn in your core as Jack’s shirt lifted up, a glimpse of what lay underneath it and a happy trail that quickly burned into your memory. 

“If you need my help, just ask.” You could ask for his help in a few ways that would lead to your flexibility being used. But you pushed those thoughts into the back of your mind since it was not the time to let your fantasies run wild.

“I appreciate it, and the same goes for me.” 

You switched legs and felt the burn intensify in your tighter leg, finding yourself stopping short in your extension as you could only go so far. But then the thought of Jack’s hands wrapped around your legs, helping you stretch but inching closer to your thigh, spreading you a bit, was etched into your mind. It would be instinctive to spread more for him, explore your canvas, and draw with his fingers on the areas he loved the most. His touch would be forever ingrained into your memory longer than you would admit. But it didn’t sound all that bad. In fact, the thought of his big hands splayed on your body, finding your pressure points to make you melt, eliciting short gasps. Wanton sounds from deep in your belly, and your desire growing deep in your core all sounded wonderful, even if it led down a road that would make you cut your yoga session short.

And while you were having a war with self-control, Jack was having the same battle, only he was losing more than you were. Oh, how he couldn’t take seeing your soft, supple body in such angles that he wished to put you in. When you laid down on your back, and Jack saw you spread your legs wide with your hands holding your feet to stretch further, it took everything in him to not walk over there and push your legs behind your head. Jack was well aware of your flexibility, which proved to further his imagination on the nights with a tight grip around his dick, jutting his hips up into his hand, perspiration glistening his skin, and the slip of your name escaping his lips with ease as he got closer with each stroke. Dreaming about you in every way, Jack was sure that if you heard one of his ideas, you would turn red in the face. But all Jack wanted to see was your flushed face underneath him, legs pinned on your sides, and him buried deep inside you, intertwining his fingers with yours as he praised you repeatedly for taking him so well. And while Jack was sure that he would be coming on too strong if he walked over to you now, you were convinced that if you heard that phrase from him, you would come undone in mere seconds following.

“Do you need some help?” Jack asked, seeing that you had now switched to downward dog and struggled to get a deeper stretch.

“Y-Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” Your voice was strained as you tried moving your heels down to the ground but to no avail. 

Jack walked over and was near your side, unsure where to go. “Do you want me to guide you down this way?” 

“You can try, but if you need to be behind me, it's okay.” Jack hummed in response, placing his hands around your stomach. 

He pulled you down slowly as your heart began to race, trying to ignore how it felt to have him touch your exposed skin. Your heels gently touched the ground, but you knew the pull from behind would be better.

“I think it would be better if you were behind me. I might be able to get my heels down to the ground that way.” 

Your heels would be off the ground by now, Jack thought to himself. But he moved to the back, and his hands drifted down to your hips, pulling you in more. The pull made you gasp, and his grip felt like heaven. Still, you were determined to get out of this alive despite your decisions that brought you into this situation. 

Jack pulled you towards him, ensuring he moved back so you would not feel his sweatpants. He looked away to try to save himself from looking at you from above, but the view in the mirror across the room proved to be better, making him want to pull you in more than he should. 

Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this. But she’s so pretty like this. So pretty for me. Jack’s thoughts were making his self-control disappear by the minute. But he returned to reality when your ass brushed against his crotch.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.” You didn’t realize how far you were moving until you felt him on you. And what pressed back onto you was unmistakable, making you want to do it repeatedly until you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Y-You’re all good, sweetheart.” He cursed at himself for having a hard-on now, leading him to think about the best excuse and relieve himself in his office. But then he caught a glance of your core, the little wet patch giving him all the confirmation he needed. 

He moved closer to you ever so slightly, bringing your hips back to where he could press up on you. You weren’t sure what Jack was doing, but when you felt him brush against you again, you bit your lip hard to avoid a small whimper from escaping you.

“Is this a good enough stretch, darlin’?” Jack asked, and you could hear his voice change from a lighter tone to velvet, becoming music to your ears.

“It is, Jack. It feels really good.” You answered, the slight quiver in your voice making Jack smirk.

“You look so pretty like this, doll.” Jack was bold, fully pressing his hard-on against your core, making you struggle.

“T-Thank you, Jack.” Speaking seemed to take all your effort, especially when you would be moaning his name instead.

“And I just realized something about you,” He trailed off as his hand trailed down to grab your ponytail and bring you up from your position. You gasped, seeing both of you in the mirror as he grinded against your ass.

“What is it?”

“That you want me just as much as I want you, and if I were to fuck you right here on this mat, you wouldn’t stop me.” Jack looked at you in the mirror, and you saw he looked different from when he first walked in. The controlled, confident aura he had spiraled into lust because Jack couldn’t wait any longer. He was leaving kisses down your jaw and neck that made the hairs on your neck stand up, and chills run down your spine. 

“Jack,” You couldn’t get the words out, and the look he gave you in the mirror was knee-buckling. “I need you right now. Please.” 

You were unraveling for him with your breathless words and how you rubbed up against him like you always wanted to. With each brush of his dick up against you, you were soaking through your underwear when you wished you would be soaking him from tip to base.

“And I’m sure I need you more.” He mumbled against your neck. Each kiss was electrifying, his soft lips against your skin proving to be better than the last. But you needed his lips on yours desperately.

“Baby, I need your lips on mine.”

You were going into a daze and were confident that you would let Jack kiss you all over for an eternity if possible. But Jack obliged, letting go of you for you to turn around and kiss him without a second to spare. Haste, desire, and need were entwined in the kiss, with your hands going up to his neck to play with the ends of his hair and going down to pull you flush. You nibbled on his lip, earning a playful groan from him.

“And here I thought you were innocent,” Jack mumbled against his lips. 

You smiled into the kiss, but you gasped shortly after when he gripped your ass and smacked it. It felt good to have Jack on you like this, grasping, pulling, and touching you in obscene ways that made their way into your daydreams with each passing minute. All you needed was to feel his bare skin against yours, and it seemed that Jack had the same idea as he let go of you to pull off his shirt. You did the same, following with your sports bra. Jack kissed down your chest, finding his way to your nipples with ease. He enjoyed seeing how swollen they were already, and the minute he licked your left, you squeezed your thighs together. Jack flicked and darted, taking his time teasing you, which frustrated yet excited you simultaneously. But the more you whined in frustration, the more it turned him on, with his hard-on growing more than when he daydreamed about you.

“Jack, please don’t tease me.” You begged, your hands moving to his hair to tug, gripping his locks and pulling, which made Jack grunt. It was strange, as he preferred pulling hair rather than his hair being pulled. But it was hot, your usual calm demeanor around him winding down to a needy state. Jack needed this, pushing him to suck and twirl his tongue around your raised nipple to elicit a savory sound from your lips that would make him throb. But he couldn’t help himself when he looked you in the eye as he lightly nipped, the unexpected sensation causing you to drip. With how soft your breasts were to the touch and taste, the thought of titty fucking you burned into his imagination. Seeing his dick slide in between your breasts, softness enveloping him, and you sucking the tip with your soft lips looking up at him. Fuck, he thought. Don’t wanna cum before I can feel her.

“Daddy-“ You gasped yet covered your mouth in embarrassment. 

It slipped.

It fucking slipped.

Jack stopped immediately, eyes darkening more than before. Did he hear you right? That name, pure sin, slipped before you could catch yourself, yet he wanted to listen to it again. 

“Say it again.” 

“Daddy,” You tugged on his hair, bringing him dangerously close to cumming. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jack praised as he got on his knees, which was a sight for sore eyes for you, given that he looked perfect down there. His eyes were locked on you, making you shy as his stare was intimidating. But as he kissed your stomach, adoring every roll and stretch mark with kisses and tenderness, you began to relax. Nothing felt out of place, him roughly pulling down your bottoms along with your panties, kissing your hips, inching closer to your dripping pussy only to move away to kiss your thighs. It was perfect, and as you stepped out of your bottoms with Jack’s help, you knew it would get better from here. 

Jack tapped your thighs for you to spread them, and with his head slotted right between them, he could finally see what he did to you. From there, you realized that his lips were not just good for kissing when he reached your slit and kissed your clit gently, with enough pressure to make you clench your thighs. Jack pried them open with his hands, ensuring he was perfectly between pillowy softness and wasting no time tasting you. It was as if he was hungry, trying to gather as much of your slick on his tongue since he couldn’t get enough of you. Jack was convinced your taste was intoxicating as he enjoyed your sweetness. It only pushed him to suck on your clit and have you gush on his face, the added pleasure weakening your knees.

Your thighs were pressed against his head, tugging on his hair harder than before, whimpering his name along with a string of other profanities you prayed could not be heard through the walls. But Jack pulled off you, sensing you were struggling to stay upright. He helped you down, your back on your mat and your legs spread wide for him. 

“You’re so soft, sweetheart. I could spend all day touching you, spending more time between these pretty thighs.”

Jack positioned his left hand on your stomach and his right hand right at your dripping hole, pushing two fingers in as he went back to sucking on your clit. The new sensation made you curl your toes, moving your hand up to your breast to cup it, twirling the nipple he sucked on as your head tilted back. But Jack didn’t take his eyes off of you. No, he wouldn’t dare miss the sight of you in pure ecstasy, hearing you whimper as he began his come hither motion with his fingers or the way you bit your lip to suppress a loud sound when he desperately wanted to hear it in his bedroom. Seeing you get off was a new drug Jack couldn’t get enough of even if he tried.

But while you tried to wrap your head around how you were on your mat soaking Jack’s face and fingers, you felt a familiar build-up that made you see stars. Yet, it was stronger than before. The more Jack’s fingers rubbed up on your g-spot, the more you felt the urge to soak him. 

Jack popped his head up from your thighs. “You a squirter, baby?” 

“H-Haven’t tried yet.” 

Your first time.

It rang in his ears as he picked up his pace, diving down again to suck on your clit. He wanted to give you every experience you never had, which would be the first of many. With the curl of his fingers one last time, you felt something gush out of you and land on his face and between your thighs. It was intense, making you feel lighter than air despite your labored breathing. Your thighs were firmly pressed against him, but it didn’t deter Jack from lapping up everything as much as possible, drowning himself in it because if that were a way to go, he would gladly take it. 

Jack's tongue overstimulated you the more he was down there, whimpers free falling from your mouth and your legs shaking, but it was electrifying. He was undoubtedly skilled in this area, making you wonder how good it would feel to have him deep inside you. But once you started to move away, Jack finally came up for air, his face glistening in your elixir. He quickly pulled down his sweats and boxers, and when you saw what was poking you earlier, you had to take a breath. It was thick. His pink tip was throbbing uncontrollably with little pebbles of precum adoring it, a prominent vein running down the shaft, heavy balls that clearly needed to be drained, but most importantly, there was a curve to it. It was perfect, and despite your sensitivity down there, you needed to feel him.

“You like what you see?” He leaned down to where he was hovering over you by mere inches.

“I like it a lot, actually.” 

Jack smiled at your honesty before kissing you, allowing you to glide your hands to his back. His hands trailed to your legs again, pushing them apart so he could slot himself between you. But you decided to surprise him with a special move you had been working on during your leisure. You pulled away from his intoxicating kiss to lift your legs up and behind your head. The move surprised yet excited Jack more than he could explain. He knew you were flexible but never dreamed you could do that. 

“You’re just full of tricks, huh?” He asked, and you smiled innocently at him.

“Maybe, but you’re just gonna have to see what else I have in store.” 

“I can’t fucking wait.” Jack rubbed the tip of his dick on your glistening pussy, precum mixing with your juices to gather enough for him to slide in easily. But each brush of the tip on your clit made you jump, given how sensitive you were. But it didn’t deter Jack, rather, it encouraged him to keep doing it, and when he started to slap the tip on your clit, you knew he was being a tease.

“Please fuck me already. I can’t take anymore teasing.” You begged.

“I’m gonna need you to ask correctly, darlin’.” Jack dragged the tip down to your hole but didn’t inch forward.

“Daddy, please fuck me.” 

“That’s my good princess,” He mumbled before pushing in slowly. You gasped as he pushed the tip in, and with each inch that followed, you could feel the stretch intensify. It was a little too much, but Jack kissed your forehead to calm you down. “I promise to go slow, baby.”

“It’s okay.” You told him and tried to relax while he pushed in further. But for him, he was trying to not cum early based on how tight and wet you were. You were perfect in how you felt, and it took everything in him to not move in and out of you until you were ready. He kissed as a distraction, getting the last inch in to make you moan in his mouth. You felt impossibly full, the tip curved right against your spot, and your walls began to flutter around him. The discomfort subsided after a moment passed, with you getting lost in the kiss since if there was one thing you enjoyed from what you learned today, it was finally knowing that Jack lived up to his persona in every way imaginable.

You pulled away and brushed the hair out of his face. “You can move.” 

He obliged, pulling out a little faster than how he pushed in and going back in, the stretch feeling better the second go around. But his strokes stayed intentionally slow yet deep, with Jack losing himself in how it felt to be inside you. Heaven would be one word to put it in his mind and coupled with the view he had of you, eyes looking up at him, your breasts bouncing, and a perfect view of how your pussy opened up for him, there wasn’t much else he could ask for.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. Such a pretty girl for me.” Jack praised, and you loved every word that flew out of his mouth. It went straight to your head, and the fullness you felt in each stroke was stoking the fire that was building inside you the moment he touched you.

“That’s it, baby. Hold your legs up for me, just like that.” He leaned back up to get a better view, and a muttered curse followed as he almost came from that sight, making him thrust faster and tilt you up so he could see your spot perfectly. You enjoyed the new angle, feeling yourself pulse around him and slowly going over the edge with each deep stroke Jack gave you. It was riveting; your mind focused on nothing but this moment, and only were you brought back into reality when you felt the need to let go.

“You gonna squirt again on my dick, baby? Make another mess for me on the mat.” Jack cooed, and when he thrusted inside you again, you were in pure ecstasy. You couldn’t hold it, squirting again for him, which encouraged him to fuck you through it, making your eyes roll back as it felt like you were going forever. 

“That’s it. Love it when you let go for me.” He lowered you back on the mat and moved his hand up to move the hair out of your forehead to kiss it. You came down, and you could look at him as he moved back up, and you couldn’t get enough of the sight. You loved how he looked at you, how turned on he was by you. It was even hotter to see how much he was enjoying you, his grunts and moans making you throb. But the moment you looked down and saw how he slid in and out of you, you fluttered around him more. 

“You like watching me slide in and out of you?” He asked as he moved his hand to your clit, rubbing light circles. “Watching me fuck this pretty pussy of yours makes you so wet that you can’t help yourself.” 

“Please don’t stop.” 

“Oh, I’m not gonna stop,” He promised as he rubbed faster circles. “In fact, you can give me one more right? I know you can, princess. Just one more for me.”

You were overstimulated for sure, but there was something about the low tone in Jack’s voice, the pet name, or maybe a combination of today’s events that pushed you to keep going. It was a chant in your mind one more time. One more time of making a mess for him, one more time of finally getting what you wanted. That thought set you off, your legs shaking, so you had to move them from behind your head. It washed over you from head to toe, and your moans that brushed upon becoming screams would stay in Jack’s mind forever. 

Jack was amazed by it all. To experience this with you and bring you to this point of ecstasy and overstimulation was a dream that he thought was too far-fetched until now. But seeing you like that only convinced him he had to do this again with you for as long as possible. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight.” He grunted as he thrusted into you sloppily, his orgasm nearing by the second.

“Please cum for me. Please, daddy.” You could feel he was holding on by a thread, and you wanted to set him off as he did for you. 

“Baby, where can I cum?”

“You seem to like these a lot,” You grabbed your breasts to give him a show with a smirk on your face.

Jack didn’t think twice before pulling out and stroking himself right over your breasts. He came within a few strokes, and the thick ropes of cum that followed you wished were deep inside you to fill you up to the brim. It was a mess, and when you swiped some of his cum on your finger to taste it, you swore you saw another drop of cum drip from the tip as he was fixated on you tasting him. The taste was salty, as expected, but you wanted more.

You took another swipe on your chest, licking and sucking to torture him further until it was all up; all the while, Jack’s chest was heaving from cumming so hard. But what made him overstimulated was when you leaned up to kiss and then suck the tip. His hand moved to grab your hair, him biting his lip so hard he could draw blood. You weren’t sure how far you could take it before you needed to stop, but Jack didn’t seem to mind when you took more of him in your mouth, the stretching tugging at your lips, but you paid no mind.

“F-Fuck, baby. You feel incredible everywhere.” His tone wavered from confident and dominant to inching closer to whimpering, and you had him right where you wanted him. It pushed you to take more, testing your limits given his fortunate size. But when your hands reached his balls, playing with them as you deepthroated him, there was no going back. Jack’s grip on your hair tightened, and he thrusted into your mouth as he was sure you could take him.

“Such a pretty slut on your knees for me.” Jack looked down to see you, smiling at how pretty you looked. You knew he was close when he began to tense up, prompting you to suck faster and swirl your tongue when you could, humming and making him twitch in your mouth. Jack couldn’t take it anymore, spilling down your throat and holding you there to take it. More ropes of cum painted your throat, and when Jack finally let go of your head and pulled out of your mouth, you swallowed it while looking at him. 

“You want to put me in an early grave I suppose?” He jokingly asked.

“Maybe. But I want to wait before I do that.” You answered as Jack got back on his feet. You tried to do the same, but you wobbled, earning a laugh from him.

“Seems like it’ll be a while before you can do that.” He teased as he put his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he guided you off the floor so you could get dressed.

“I think you need my towel considering what I did to your breasts.” Jack wiped you down gently to ensure you were clean, and when he saw a dribble on your bottom lip, he kissed it off you. You wanted more, but he pulled away, finding his clothes to put them back on.

“Well I didn’t get my routine in but I think you helped me for tomorrow.” You put on your clothes slowly, trying to keep your balance.

“I think this was better than any stretching routine you had in mind.” 

“Yeah, but now my legs are jelly.” You told him as you struggled to get your pants on. Jack was halfway dressed when he helped you, getting you dressed in record time before you heard the knock on the door.

“It’s time already?” Jack asked.

“Yeah. I better get out of here before I hear Bourbon’s god awful playlist.” 

“It’s not that bad.” 

You shot a look at him. “It is definitely that bad. There’s a reason why they don’t allow him to play his music at the Christmas party.”

“Point taken.” 

You both grabbed your things and walked out, but Jack grabbed your hand and didn’t look back at the men who were whistling. Ginger Ale was walking down the hall when she saw you both, and the smile on her face was indeed causing trouble.

“Done playing hard to get?” Ginger asked you.

“I was not.” You answered and acted as though you were offended.

“You were, but it’s okay.” Jack interjected.

You turned your head to look at him. “Yeah? Why’s that?”