#teddiesworldd

it was a lazy sunday night and benito was back from tour after a long stretch away from home. no more sleepless nights, busy stadiums, soundchecks or long flights. it was just the two of you enjoying each others company again. it was late, so the rush of the world outside had faded, leaving only the comfort of his presence after so long on the move. you'd travelled with him for a while and you loved seeing all the new countries and meeting his fans, but nothing compared being back with him, finally, in your own apartment.

you had been friends since you were kids and you'd had feelings for each other since you were teenagers but neither of you wanted to ruin the friendship by pushing the boundaries. there were always pet names, lingering touches, playful flirting - but that was all it was. never anything more than just longing for each other in silence, hoping one day it would change. there had been hundreds of almosts - late nights when you fell asleep on his lap, lingering hugs at airport gates. moments where your faces were a little too close, but one of you always laughed it off and pulled away first.

so there you were, sharing a blanket on your couch, having a movie night together just like you used to before tour. you let him pick the movie tonight and he decided on a horror movie. usually that wasn't a problem but this one was new and that made it unpredictable, every bump and creak made your nerves on edge and you knew if you squealed he would never let you forget it because he was such a tease.

"do we really have to watch this one, beni-? can't we watch something silly, or romantic? i want to relax..."

"tranquila, mami, it won't be too scary. and i'm here with you-"

it started okay, with benito already teasing you, trying to make you jump during the quiet moments of the film or occasionally flicking a popcorn kernel at you from his side of the couch, just to hear you laugh because it was his favourite sound. you were his soul, his music, his baile inolvidable. he knew if you were too scared he would turn it off right away, and put your favourite show on instead. but he chose this movie with a tiny bit of hope that you'd inch closer to him in comfort, so he could be the one to make it all better for you.

slowly the characters were introduced. but before long it started getting too much for you and you reached for his hand under the blanket. he instantly took it, tracing some small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, grounding you.

"estás bien?"

"yeah, i'm okay." you nodded but shifted closer to him so you could rest your head on his shoulder and cover your eyes behind it. he looked down at you and smiled, blush rising on his cheeks seeing the way the tv illuminated your face, half hidden behind his arm.

the movie continued playing, the character walking down a dark hallway with lights flickering until they reached a door. the character stopped and the music faded. it was classic jumpscare material. you were expecting it.

you didn't realise it but you held your breath.

benito did.

he felt the way your fingers squeezed his arm and your body stiffened, completely distracted from the movie and only focusing on how you were clinging to him. he almost moved to cover your eyes and shield you from what was coming.

then it happened.

the monster burst through the door and lunged right at the character.

you let out a sharp gasp and threw your face into his chest without thinking, just going to what your brain instinctually saw as pure comfort. the soft cotton of his t-shirt, the vanilla smell of his aftershave. your arms found your way around his waist, your heart racing so hard he swore he could feel it booming against his side.

for a moment he froze in surprise, not at the movie but at the way you were clinging to him, his arms out either side of you, hovering, not daring to touch.

but once it registered in his mind, his arms close around you instantly - strong and protective. one hand pressed firmly on your back, rubbing up and down, the other slid into your hair, fingers tangling and scratching gently at your scalp.

"hey, hey... tranquila," he whispered softly. "it's okay, estoy aquí. it's just a movie..."

you don't move. if anything, you clung tighter. benito almost felt... guilty. he had picked that movie for his own benefit, to try and get you closer to him. and he had terrified you.

he let out a quiet laugh to break the silence, but there was no teasing in it now - just warmth. his chin dropped to rest lightly on the top of your head and his hand carried on rubbing slowly up and down your back.

"bueno, maybe that one was bad." he admitted under his breath.

the tv carried on playing but neither of you were watching it anymore. your breath slowly steadied, breathing in his scent, feeling the warmth of his body, his hands on you. yet you stayed wrapped up in his arms, your fingers still fisted in his shirt like you were afraid to let go. not because of the movie - because you don't want this moment to end. any excuse to be close to him like this. to be comforted by the man you'd longed for since you were both 15.

"estás bien?” he asks gently, leaning back just enough to see your face.

you lifted your head to answer - ready to defend yourself - but the words got stuck in your throat when you realised just how close you were.

his hand was still cradling the back of your head. his other arm was firm around your waist. his face only inches from yours. the teasing grin he'd usually hide behind had faded into something softer. he looked nervous. almost vulnerable.

his eyes flicked down to your lips, and this time, neither of you pretended to not notice.

"if you want, i'll turn it off," he said quietly. "we can put something else on, lo que tú quieras.” (anything you want)

but neither of you reached for the remote.

neither of you pulled away.

instead of laughing it off like you always do, he leaned in - slow and careful, giving you every chance to pull away. to ask him what he was doing. to say you were just friends and it wasn't like that between you.

"tell me to stop," he whispered, breath warm against your lips.

you didn't.

the kiss was soft at first. careful. years of almosts and maybes pressed into something real.

it was warm. familiar. long overdue. his hand tightened slightly in your hair, your fingers sliding from gripping his shirt to resting on his chest. now you were feeling how fast his heart was beating too.

when he finally pulls away, he rested his forehead against yours, noses brushing. both of you were breathing the same air.

a small smile tugged at both of your lips.

"finally," you sighed.

the horror movie kept playing in the background - completely forgotten now.

and for the first time, neither of you let go.

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he had you on your knees under his desk, hair pulled up into a makeshift ponytail by his hand to keep you still as he shoved his cock down your throat. he was practically fucking your face - hips bucking up into your mouth as your drool ran down his shaft and dripped off his balls onto his pants. your nose pressed into his pubic hair over and over. you could feel him down your throat. 

it had been 3 months now since you - the trainee nurse - started fucking doctor johnny mactavish at your new job at the hospital, and so far no one knew about your weekly meetings in his examination office. they normally ended up with your makeup ruined and hair tangled as you stumbled back to your own office next door.

“go on, lass. you take me so well.” he grunted out in his thick scottish accent as you swallowed around him, and when you pulled back for air, a string of your spit ran from your swollen lips to his pink tip.

as you moved to take him in your mouth again you heard a knock at the door to his office. looking up at him with eyes wide, he shushed you before telling the visitor to come in.

you could hear the footsteps of the guest approaching as johnny held your head in place on his cock, keeping you silent.

“alright, boss? can i help ya?” johnny asked the visitor, voice wavering slightly as he adjusted himself in his chair, the leather squeaking slightly as he did so. this made him hit the back of your throat and you tried your hardest not to gag around him and give yourself away.

boss. mr. john price - head of the hospital and the chief of surgery.

fuck. you thought. this was literally the worst case scenario. the one guy who could get you fired - exposed and outed as a slut - was standing right over you as you deep-throated johnny. despite the severity of the situation, johnny still slowly pulled your mouth up and down onto his cock by your hair.

“just checking in on a few employees, doctor mactavish,” your boss replied. you could smell him from under the desk - cigar smoke mixed with an expensive aftershave. “have you seen that new nurse? i need to go over some paperwork with her.” he took a step forward, his eyes falling on your signature black kitten heels which poked out the bottom of the desk. 

“uh, no, sir - not recently. i- i think she went out for her lunch break.”

“right… then, who’s under the desk, doctor? because i know that isn't doctor garrick in those shoes.”

fuck!

you could tell he was leaning over the desk towards johnny from the shadow that had now fallen over the younger doctor, his face now bright red as tried to find the words to explain himself.

“uh- well- i-”

"come here, doll"

you pulled yourself away from him with a pop as your boss called you over to him from under the desk.

how could i be so reckless?! 

you heard johnny zip his pants back up as you moved towards price, the both of you preparing for the worst scolding of your lives.

“i knew you’d be trouble, little slut. you had that look about you - like you needed a good fucking.” he said, smirk plastered across his face.

that’s it - i’ll lose my job!

“how about i make a deal with you two - you let me join in, and i won’t let any of this out. no one needs to know. what do you say?”

oh. oh my god.

you looked back at johnny, who was now just as shocked as you were. his eyes searched yours, waiting for you to reply to your boss. there's no point in lying, you had definitely fantasied about price before. he was good-looking and a bit older than mactavish, and quite stern which appealed nicely your daddy issues.

"i- i guess, okay." you replied sheepishly, barely able to look into his eyes from the embarrassment of the situation.

"now, don't go getting all shy on me," he said, his finger tilting your gaze from the floor to his face, "you weren't shy with your mouth stuffed full just now, were you?"

"no- no sir."

"atta girl, now be good and sit up on the desk for us."

he picked you up with two firm hands under your thighs, swiping off the paperwork as he placed you down. your hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him deeply - you could taste the smoke on his tongue as his facial hair rubbed against your own face. as you leaned into his lips, johnny wrapped his hands around you from the back and started squeezing your breasts and running his nails along your sides, making you squirm against the two men.

"reactive, ain't she, johnny?"

"aye, sir, she is."

"let's see how much..."

the older man knelt down with a grunt, pulling down your pants and lacy thong underwear, revealing your wet pussy.

"you always wear panties like this to work?"

"y-yes sir."

"little slut. open your legs."

you did as he asked and opened your legs wider for him, giving him room to reach down with a muscular hand to start playing with your heat. you watched as he started to rub your clit in small circles as johnny kissed your neck, causing a whimper to leave your lips. upon hearing your reaction, price moved his hand down to insert a thick finger into your tight hole, pumping slowly in and out. you watched the muscles tense in his arm as he moved them inside of you.

"so tight - gonna have to stretch you out before you take me."

johnny watched from behind, practically drooling at the sight of you being undone by your superior. there was something so scandalous about it that made his cock twitch in his boxers. he undid the zip again, never taking his eyes away from price finger fucking you as he pulled out his still-hard cock. when you opened your mouth to moan out, he took the opportunity to push your head back onto his cock again. by now, price had inserted another finger into you, the stretch making you moan around mactavish. your boss was much rougher with you than the younger doctor - he scissored his fingers inside you and rubbed his thumb lazily over your clit as he did so. johnny, on the other hand, stoked over your hair as you sucked him off, wiping away your drool and blabbering incoherent praises to you.

"fuckkk bonnie, you feel s' good. tha's it. tha's my girl."

by now, price was onto his third finger, his pace much faster than when he started. he bowed his head down to start sucking on your clit and his moustache rubbed perfectly on all the right places. he had began to curl his fingers inside of you too, making you choke around johnny's thick cock. after a few more pumps, you were close to cumming already, clenching around his digits. when he felt that you were on the edge, he pulled away from you, leaving you whining for more, with your mouth still stuffed full of johnny's cock.

"be patient, love." he chuckled, pulling his own cock out and giving it a few pumps before lining himself up with your pussy. he spat down and a glob of spit landed perfectly on your clit and ran down to where his tip was prodding into. slowly, he pushed into you, and johnny pulled out of your mouth to allow you to breathe better to adjust to the older man’s size. he wasn’t much longer than johnny but he was much girthier - the stretch being more than you’d ever taken. the feeling of him forcing you open made you hiss out in pain. 

“oh - fuck! it’s s’ big.” you moaned out as he continued to push into you.

“you’re so tight, love, even my fingers weren’t enough to stretch you out f’ me” he managed to grunt out as he bottomed out inside you, making tears form in the corners of your eyes. johnny continued praising you, kissing your forehead before pushing back into your mouth - chasing his own pleasure while your boss's tip was pressing against your cervix.

price started moving back and fourth inside of you, slowly at first to let you get used to the stretch, but it didn't take long for him to start going at a pace that suited him, making sure his tip was hitting that spongey spot inside of you every time. your brain couldn't even form words and even if it could, your mouth was so full of mactavish's cock that you wouldn't be able to say any anyway. you just whined and whimpered as drool ran out of your mouth and dripped onto your tits. price smiled at this and wiped it up with his finger and then licked it off into his own mouth. you could only perch on the end of the desk and take it, both men using your holes, thrusting in and out of you at the same time.

before long you felt the knot in your stomach form and your whines changed into pornstar-like moans. you almost screamed when your orgasm hit you. mactavish pushed his cock into the back of your throat to keep you quiet. the squeezing of your pussy around your boss's cock was enough to send him over the edge too and he pulled you off the desk and onto your knees so he could finish off the job on your face. thick ropes of cum landed all over your face and on your tongue, and the sight of him combined with his grunts almost made you cum again.

this was all too much for mactavish who thought he was dreaming of being inside a porn video. by this point he was a sweaty, blushing mess. he stepped closer to where you were kneeling on the office floor and pumped his cock over you, ready to add to the mess on your face. in only a few more seconds he was cumming too, much louder than price did, swearing and moaning as he watched his cum paint your face and tits.

almost immediately the men were catering to your every need. price was gathering your clothes and mactavish had some tissues in his draw which he used to clean up your face and makeup. it was amazing how quickly they went from fucking you like animals to fixing up your hair and asking if you needed any water. you were still in some fucked out daze and couldn't quite process what just happened to you.

did i really just cum on my boss's cock?

"you okay, love? that wasn't too much for you was it?"

"oh, no, that was... wow. that was incredible."

in the next 15 minutes you were dressed, back in your own office, trying to make sense of everything that happened today. your laptop pinged and your freshly manicured nails tapped away to open up your work email.

it was from price. you and johnny were the only tagged recipients.

"new team meetings from now on, both of you at 10am mondays in my office. lots of hospital paperwork to shift through..."

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marcello is always great at loving you loudly. he doesn’t do quietly. the moment you enter a room together, everyone immediately knows you’re with him. not because he’s trying to show you off, but because he will never act like you’re something to hide.

on a red carpet, he’s sitting in the back of the car with you, cameras already flashing before the door opens. he asks you if you’re ready and the second you nod, he steps out, calmly fixes his jacket and walks around to your side of the car, extending an arm to you like it’s the most natural thing in the world. his palm finds its spot on your lower back and stays there all night. not possessive. not clingy. just steady. grounding. protective.

“hey marcello, can we get a solo picture?”

“no, she stays with me.”

and he says it so casually, like it’s obvious.

and if a photographer gets too close to you or the camera gets in your face, he immediately steps in front of you, pushing them back without losing his cool or saying a word, just controlled and intimidating. jaw tight, eyes sharp. and if someone dares to keep pushing, you already know he’s getting security and guiding you back towards to the car, asking if you’re okay.

when the interviewers start asking him about you, he makes sure never to speak for you. he always gives you space to answer for yourself. and when the questions get too personal to your relationship together, he simply says “no, we’re not doing that” and guides you away, polite but firm, knowing your privacy is more important than whatever stupid headline they’re trying to get from you. 

at the airport when fans rush over for pictures, your hand never leaves his, keeping you behind him away from the crowd, his body shielding you from the grabbing hands. and if anyone tries to touch you, he’s already pushing them away. later, once you’re settled on the plane and it’s finally quiet, he kisses you, apologising, even though you know it isn’t his fault. he just hates that you have to deal with all this attention because of him.

and at some exclusive party in miami, when drunk men start hovering around you, trying their chances with the pretty girl in the expensive dress (that he helped you pick out), he notices immediately. he always does. instantly he arrives at your side, sliding his hand around your waist.

“i think she’s good.” he says in a low voice. 

he doesn’t need to shout or make a scene.

they get the message.

and if you ever look uncomfortable, he leans down and murmurs that you can leave whenever you want, guilt-free.

he’ll take you home the moment you're ready.

because the moment you’re not comfortable there, neither is he.

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♡your pov:

it was a hot, golden afternoon when you first met him - the pretty garden fairy who tended to your flowerbeds. 

you were an art fairy, meaning your skills were much better suited to charcoal smudges and paint-stained fingers than pruning your geraniums. some things in your garden grew towering and wild, flower stems as thick as tree trunks for someone your size. other things burst into full colour with careless blooms as if you had some idea of what you were doing when you planted them: the stretching meadows of bright daisies with giant roses hanging overhead, velvet petals drooping heavy with nectar.

so when the summer came, you decided to hire someone who actually knew what they were doing to get it back into shape. 

that someone was him - benito.

you sat on the edge of the stream that ran through your garden, shaded under a tulip, bare feet dipping into the cool, clear water. there were lily pads drifting lazily across the surface with their round leaves as big as rafts, gently swaying as the water rippled. to you, the stream felt like a river, wide enough that the end of it was out of sight and the bank blurred with reeds and mossy stones. it was one of those afternoons where the pollen was so heavy in the air that there was a yellow haze over the garden, as the sun filtered down through enormous leaves and petals. 

your sketchbook rested in your lap while you lay sprawled out in the grass, blades bending under your body.

but you weren't really sitting there to sketch. you were there to watch him. 

black ringlets of hair lay lazily across his tanned forehead, damp with sweat. strong arms flexed as he lifted the heavy watering can, dripping cold water down into the soil below, soaking the ground beneath your flowers and running little rivers between the roots. winding tattoos wrapped around his biceps and forearms, like creeping vines climbing up his skin, as if nature had claimed him as its own. his huge clear wings fluttered behind him gently as he worked, fanning him cool or helping him balance as he leaned over the beds. he was wearing a loose button-up cotton shirt, some shorts and heavy gardening boots. occasionally he looked back at you with dark eyes and a charming smile as to say “i see you looking at me, go on, keep watching.”

you forced yourself to look down at your sketchbook as your cheeks blushed red. dragging your charcoal across the page, mindlessly sketching him, capturing rough lines - the curve of his shoulders, the loose fall of his curls, the shape of his wings catching the light. 

but the heat of the sun on your skin got unbearable and eventually you discarded the sketchbook in the grass and stepped into the stream. the water was icy on your ankles at first, but the deeper you waded the better it felt. pebbles shifted under your toes as the current circled around your legs. when the water reached your thighs, the bottom of your white silk dress was clinging to your skin, turning nearly translucent in the sunlight. you held it up loosely, not caring too much about whether it stayed dry. relief spread through your body as the cold pulled the heat from your skin. your soft pink wings extended to keep you steady in the deeper parts of the water. 

above you, huge petals fluttered down and into the stream like small boats and swirled around until they got caught in the reeds or turned the corner downstream out of sight.

the garden fairy wandered over occasionally to refill the watering can and you watched him quietly from the shade of a bluebell as he bent down and dipped it in. droplets of water cascaded down his forearms, running slowly along his muscles, tracing the lines of his tattoos before dripping from his fingertips. 

something about the sight made your stomach flutter.

maybe it was the strength in his arms as he heaved it back up out the stream.

or the way the sunlight caught on the droplets as they slid down his skin, glittering like gold.

or the quiet look of concentration as he worked.

whatever it was, it made your chest feel warm - a soft, fuzzy feeling that you often felt when he was near.

you sank deeper into the stream, deciding you were still far too hot.

the water rose up to your shoulders as you lowered yourself in slowly, paddling gently every so often, and watching the world pass by. some giant koi swam by, easily three times your size, like golden submarines in the ocean. their fins disturbed the stream around you, sending huge ripples rocking through the lilypads

once you had cooled yourself down enough, you climbed back onto the grassy bank, letting your wet wings spread behind you, drying off in the heat. your silk dress clinging tight to your skin now it was soaked through with river water.

♡benito pov:

he noticed as soon as she stepped out of the stream again. 

how her dress clung to her like a second skin.

benito had been watering the flowerbeds near the edge of the garden, but when he looked up and saw the way the thin silk was outlining every curve of her body, his attention drifted completely. watering can still pouring without regard, he admired the way her whole body was now visible to him with the way the dress stuck to her. 

the dip of her waist, the soft fullness of her hips and ass, the contours of her thighs. even from where he was standing by the flowerbed, he could see her nipples beneath the fabric, proof she wore nothing underneath.

it made his mouth water and his throat dry at the same time.

dios…

he stared a little too long. by the time he looked back at the watering can he had mindlessly poured the whole thing out while in his daze.

“shit.”

blinking slowly at the can and shaking his head at himself, he trudged back to the stream. the grass brushed against his bare legs like a forest as he stepped carefully across the smooth stepping stones scattered along the bank. 

he crouched down and dipped the copper can beneath the surface. water rushed inside, growing heavier and heavier until his arms strained to lift it up again.

that was when he glanced up.

and saw her watching him.

his eyes met hers and her lip slipped between her teeth with a playful little bite.

the look she gave him was pure mischief. teasing.

benito immediately lost his footing. his boot slipped on a wet stone-

“-woah!”

and within a second he went tumbling into the stream with a huge splash!

water exploded all around him, lily pads bouncing wildly as he landed between them. the giant koi darted away in a startled panic and frogs leaped from nearby reeds to safety.

from the bank he heard laughter.

bright, musical giggling.

he looked up just in time to see her running towards him.

she stood at the edge of the stream, holding out an outstretched hand.

“need help?” she asked through laughter.

benito sat there in the water for a moment, eyes wide, water dripping from his curls.

then a grin spread across his face.

“oh, definitely.”

he grabbed her hand.

and pulled.

with a surprised squeal she toppled forward, tumbling straight into the stream with him.

splash!

she landed right on top of him in the shallow water, sending ripples racing through the lily pads again. fish scattered deeper beneath the surface and a few birds flew away in protest at all the commotion.

benito laughed breathlessly beneath her.

“now we’re even.”

♡your pov:

benito laughed under you, black curls plastered to his forehead, the stream lapping around both of your bodies, still unsettled.

“now we’re even.”

you pushed yourself up slightly, water dripping from your hair and wings as you looked down at him, trying to suppress another laugh.

“what do you mean, even?” you started, “what did i do to deserve that?”

your hands were planted against his chest to steady yourself, the thin fabric of your dress still clinging to you. beneath your palms you could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing and the warmth of his chest despite the cold water.

benito raised an eyebrow, giving you a look that was half playful accusation and half smug satisfaction. 

“oh, it was definitely your fault i fell in.” 

“excuse me?” you scoffed

he nodded firmly, like the case was already closed.

“yeah. you distracted me.”

“how?”

he tilted his head towards you slowly, eyes scanning over your face, then lower to your lips for just a second before returning to your eyes again.

“looking at me like that.”

your cheeks warmed instantly.

“i wasn’t doing anything,” you said, though the smile tugging at your mouth ruined the argument completely.

“mhm…” he hummed.

the current shifted around you as one of the giant lily pads drifted closer, bumping gently against benito’s shoulder. the sunlight reflected off of it, casting a soft green light over the both of you, muting the golden haze for just a moment.

neither of you moved.

you were still straddling him in the shallow water, knees planted on either side of his hips while the stream swirled lazily around you both. your wings brushed the surface every time you shifted, sending little ripples outwards and causing something to grow beneath where you sat. his large warm hands were planted on your hips, keeping you in place on his lap, as if he hadn’t realised they were there. or maybe he had.

“you were staring at me all afternoon…” he added quietly.

you tiled your head.

“you noticed?”

“hard not to,” he gave a crooked smile. “you’re not exactly subtle.”

you rolled your eyes, but there was nothing rude to it, your fingers now relaxed against his chest, tracing lightly over the edge of one of his tattoos that peeked out of his collar without really thinking about it.

“well, maybe if someone wasn’t showing off so much-”

“showing off?” he laughed.

“you know, with the arms and the wings and-” you gestured at him vaguely, “-lifting up giant watering cans like it’s nothing…”

benito leaned his head back against the lilypad, looking very pleased with himself.

“so you were watching me.”

you hesitated.

“...maybe.”

his grin widened.

for a moment it was silent.

the garden buzzed quietly all around you, bees humming lazily between towering flowers, petals drifting down through the afternoon light. the stream moved gently around you both, cool and steady.

up close to him like this for the first time, you noticed things about him that you hadn’t before.

a small scar on his jaw.

the way his eyelashes cast a faint shadow across his cheeks.

how his wings twitched slightly every time you shifted on top of him.

and the way his hands tightened a little on your hips.

his voice dropped softer.

“you gonna keep staring?” he murmured, “or…?”

your breath caught.

“or what?”

his eyes flicked back to your lips.

then back to your eyes again.

“or are you going to do something about it?”

your heart kicked in your chest.

for a second you hesitated, hovering above him while the stream whispered around you.

then you leaned down.

the kiss started soft.

just the faint brush of your lips on his.

benito went very still beneath you for a second, like he hadn’t expected you to actually do it.

and then he kissed you back.

properly.

the kiss deepened quickly, warmer than the heat of the sun. one of his hands held himself up and the other steadied at your hip, fingers curling slightly into the wet silk of your dress as he shifted you closer against him. your wings fluttered instinctively behind you sending drops of water scattering through the air which caught the light like stars. you reached a hand up to cup his face, stroking gently across his cheek with your thumb. the hand on your hip moved down and squeezed your ass, causing you to bite softly at his lower lip, bringing out a quiet moan from him. 

before you knew what was happening, he had flipped you over to lay your back against the bank of the stream, careful to lay your wings down flat in case he folded or creased them. his lips didn’t leave yours for a second. his body was between your legs and in this position you could feel how hard he was against you. your hand tangled into his hair as his head dipped down and started kissing and sucking at your neck, taking his time to leave dark hickies which he licked over and nibbled. 

he pulled away from you to help you peel off that wet piece of silk, leaving you completely naked under him, sprawled out there on the mossy bank in your garden.

“wow, mirate...”

you felt yourself blush at his gaze, noticing how his eyes were now wide with lust and desire. he lowered his head back down and took your nipple in his mouth, sucking gently, making you whimper as your hand found his hair again. his hand came up to squeeze and paw at the other while his mouth was busy.

 after he had sucked and kissed both of them, he carried on downwards until he reached your pussy, looking up at you with puppy eyes to ask for your permission.

“please, i need you.” you breathed out, already breathless from his touch.

“you’re so good, asking me nicely like that.” he grunted before putting his mouth to your cunt and burying his face into you. 

god, he ate pussy like he was starving. it was all lips and tongue, and he knew exactly what you needed and where you needed it. he made small circles on your clit that made your head spin and you moaned out and whimpered in pleasure. your head dropped back onto the lawn and your mouth fell open in delight at the way he was devouring you. and just when you thought it couldn’t possibly feel any better, he pushed a finger inside of you, pumping slowly in and out. every time he move it back and forward he brushed a certain spot inside of you that made you moan grind your hips up onto his face, practically riding his tongue.

“oh my goddd, just like that.”

he carried on exactly like you told him for a little while before adding a second finger, already feeling a stretch at just two inside of you. heaven knows how he managed to fit a third. it didn’t take long before you were close to cumming right there and then, on his face, in your own garden, where anyone could see. there was something about that fact of any of your sweet old neighbours could wander up the path and see the mess he was making you that turned you on even more.

“benito, i’m close!”

“yeah, mi amor? already?”

and just when that tightness was about to snap inside of you, he pulled his fingers out of you and his mouth away, leaving you a panting mess in front of him.

“not yet, princesa, wait until i’m inside of you.”

your legs were already shaking, you weren’t sure how long you’d last once he was actually fucking you. he moved up and pressed a deep, gentle kiss to your lips. you could taste yourself on his tongue which made you moan into his mouth.

“so needy…” he said, undoing the buttons of his shirt, taking it off and tossing it up onto the grass beside you. he was absolutely gorgeous. sharp abs littered with tattoos, beautiful tanned skin that glistened with the water from the stream, and a small trail of fuzzy hair that led down to exactly where you wanted to see. 

in a quick movement he undid the button on his shorts and pulled the zip down, pressing kisses all over your face as he did so, bringing out a laugh from you. he pulled them down slightly and pulled out his cock, now huge and aching from eating your pussy, which clearly gave his just as much satisfaction as it did you. he had a small patch of hair at the top and the head was pinkish and wet with precum. you wanted him so badly. 

you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back over you, kissing him needily with a whimper. this gave him the signal to hurry up and put it inside of you. his wings were outstretched over the both of you like a parasol, keeping the sun out of your face. your tongue slid into his mouth, turning the kiss into something hotter, hornier. he pulled back to line himself up, sliding his tip up and down through your folds to lube himself up and he started to push into you slowly, his huge size stretching you open as you winced.

“shhh, mami, it’s okay.” he said, trying to ease you onto his cock, stroking a hand over your still-wet hair. once he was pushed all the way in, his tip nudging at your cervix, you thought he would give you a moment to adjust to his size. but instead he pulled back until just his tip was inside you and pushed all the way back in again, causing you to moan a little too loudly for an outdoor hookup. he laughed a little, shushing you with a hand over your mouth as he pulled out and did the same thing again and again, bringing up tears in the corner of your eyes.

after a minute or so, he got into a rhythm, thrusting in and out of you, clutching your tits as he fucked you into the grass. occasionally he gave your nipple a pinch which sent a bolt of electricity through you and into you stomach, where that knot was already forming. just watching how he fucked you, eyes shut, head dropped back, mouth open and groaning in pleasure, could have made you cum. but the way he was fucking you was incredible. you’d never felt so good before. he knew exactly where to angle himself so his tip hit the spongy spot inside of you every time. if it wasn’t for his hand over your mouth you would have sounded like a pornstar, babbering incoherent things about how good it felt and how hot he was that were muffled in his palm.

without really giving his any warning other than a small squeak, you felt yourself cumming around him while he fucked you, walls clentching and twitching around him which caused him to moan and whimper. he carried on at the same pace, helping you through it, bowing his head down again to kiss over your neck.

“dios mio…” he groaned into your shoulder, biting gently at your skin there.

you knew it wouldn’t be long before he came too from the way his hips began to stutter and he fell out of the rhythm, eyes closed trying to feel every part of your pussy squeezing around him. he pulled out of you and you sighed at the loss, but he pulled you forward, kneeling in front of you and pumping his cock in his hand. you realised what he wanted and happily opened your mouth, and within seconds he was cumming over your lips and tongue, his tip red and angry with arousal as it brushed your mouth.

his brown eyes met yours, with this fucked-out look on both your faces as you swallwod whatever you managed to catch in your mouth. his hand moved to your face and his thumb wiped up what you had on your cheeks and pushed it into your mouth for you to swallow up too.

“you’re incredible.” he panted, kissing you again, not minding the taste of himself on your tongue.

you smiled at him, giggling. partly because of how amazing it was and partly in disbelief that just happened. you really just fucked the hot gardener you’ve been dreaming of right there on your lawn.

he flopped down beside you and pulled you over so your head was resting on his chest, and you could feel his heart still pounding. 

“i’ve wanted that for so long,” you said while he was pressing kisses all over the top of your head.

“me too,” he replied, picking some small flowers out of the grass and tucking them into your damp hair.

the grass was warm against your back, the sun slipping through the trees in rays through the haze of the pollen. you tilted your head to look at him.

“aren’t you glad i made you fall in the stream?” you said, mischievous grin back on your face.

he huffed out a quiet laugh, his chest rumbling beneath your cheek. 

“i suppose so.” he smiled.

he brushed some hair from your face with the same gentle concentration he had when he was tending the flowers.

you watched as dragonflies skimmed the water of the stream and petals continued falling around you like oversized confetti.

benito glanced back towards where you were laying before. your sketchbook was still laying open in the grass where you had abandoned it earlier, pages fluttering faintly in the warm breeze.

“hey,” he murmured, “aren’t you supposed to be working on something?”

you followed his gaze and groaned quietly.

“i was.” 

he smirked.

“you were?”

you pushed yourself up on one elbow, still naked, and reached for the sketchbook, dragging it back over the grass towards you, the charcoal you dropped earlier lost somewhere in the blades of grass. 

benito shifted so he could see the page. 

the rough sketch looked back at the both of you, loose charcoal lines of his torso, lacy wings and the dark tumble of curls falling across his forehead while he lifted the watering can.

it wasn’t anywhere near finished. but it was unmistakably him.

he went quiet.

“huh…” he said, softer now, “you were drawing me?”

you shrugged, suddenly feeling a little shy.

“maybe.”

he studied the page a little longer, then looked back at you with the same crooked smile he’d had earlier in the stream. 

“guess that explains why you kept staring.”

you nudged his side with your elbow.

“don’t get cocky,” you said, bullying your dress back on, now slightly drier, “you’re meant to be working too, you know.”

he looked back at the flowerbed he was tending to earlier.

“and i’m paying you,” you said, more sternly, “hourly.”

and with a sigh he kissed your forehead, put his damp clothes back on and went back to his gardening.

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day 17 of the apocalypse, 3 weeks after the first outbreak.

you had lasted this long purely by camping out in the back of your car, driving somewhere more remote to avoid the infected and rationing whatever you'd managed to bring in from your kitchen at the beginning of it all. but as supplies got low and you were down to your last water bottle, you were forced to venture out into the nearby woodland, gathering whatever you could forage from the streams and bushes. you knew absolutely nothing about surviving out here. you couldn’t hunt and could barely light a fire. the first day of winter was in less than a month and you had no real shelter to keep you warm. you had no idea which berries were safe to eat or how to filter water. all you had was your kitchen silverware for protection and your best winter jacket for the weather.

you’d last about 2 weeks out here at best, and that’s without the fucking zombies. 

you'd been walking for about an hour since leaving your car, and to be honest, you didn’t think you could find your way back now. everything looked the same. you had found only a pocketful of what you could only guess was edible, and a protein bar from the pocket of a dead guy’s jeans. every single noise scared the hell out of you. and the bite marks on his neck raised your adrenaline tenfold. 

thud. thud. snap.

footsteps. sticks breaking underfoot. 

“who’s there?” you called out. “i’m- i’m serious, come any closer and… and… i’ll kill you!”, shouting now, cold hand gripping your rusted kitchen knife tightly.

you saw a huge figure behind the trunk of a nearby tree, and he chuckled lowly at your brave attempt to scare him away. “you don’t scare me, sweetheart”, the voice said, deep and rough, walking out from behind the tree, “thought y'were a rabbit or something - cute lil' thing, rustling in those bushes. and if i was infected, you’d be dead by now, with a mouth on you like that.”

he was an absolute giant of a man, 6 and a half foot at least and built like a brick shithouse. he was in full military gear, skull mask over his face, armed with a rifle in hand and knives strapped to his chest and belt. he approached you slowly, palms facing you like he was trying not to spook a stray cat. part of you wondered if you were hallucinating - you'd not been sleeping well from the nightmares of the infected night after night.

“no use shouting, anyway - they’ll find you straight away making all that noise.” he continued, leaves crunching under his black boots, walking closer, “what’s a girl like you doing out 'ere, all alone?”

you were frozen in place, like a deer in headlights. he was already intimidating as fuck without the massive armoury hanging round his waist, but now he was so close you could feel his breath on your face. a thought crossed your mind that if he tried to kill you now, there would be absolutely nothing you could do to stop him. it made a shiver run down your back.

his gloved hand reached out to hold your chin. you looked up at him, eyes welling up from the pure fear that ran through you.

“lost?” he said quietly, tilting his head to get a proper look at you. 

you nodded slowly.

“well, you won’t get far with that old thing, love” he smirked through the mask, eyeing the blade in your hand. “here, i’ll take you back to camp with me, make you a proper meal, yeah? when did you eat last?”

you engaged in some light small talk on the way, finding out he was called “ghost” and he used to serve in a special operations unit for a private military company. i guess it made sense that the best survivors would be the soldiers. you mentioned how you’d been living in your car for the past two weeks, which seemed to amuse him. he probably thought you were just some dumb girl who’d somehow managed to scrape through until now.

he wasn’t wrong, really.

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his camp was much nicer than the back of your car. 

it wasn't far from where he'd found you. they had lots of weapons and food and beds. and people. there must of been about 10 men in total. the infected weren’t really an issue with their impressive arsenal. there was a large fence surrounding the camp and the men took it in turns to kill anything that tried getting inside. it was pretty clear that ghost was closest to one of the other ex-military guys called "soap". they sat together when they ate and stayed up late at night talking together around the fire - matching dog tags glinting in the dim light. you often watched them through your tent door - enjoying their company but not wanting to interrupt their conversation. you listened as they talked deeply, recounting their time serving together, telling stories of bravery and bloodshed. it became your routine to fall asleep listening to them.

after about 3 or 4 weeks, following the first snowfall, you’d adjusted to life in the camp. soap had taught you a few things and often spent the mornings taking you hunting or showing you how to use the guns - a hand on your waist as he lined you up for the kill shot. he had a sweet nature and silly charm to him, telling you ridiculous jokes that only made you laugh because they were so stupid. you would never tell him that though - he thought you found him hilarious.

however, it was ghost you’d grown closest to, giving you anything and everything you needed. he was mysterious and that drew you to him. one time, he took you down to the river to wash the cookware and yourselves, and you'd caught a glimpse of him pulling off his clothes and mask, blonde hair and muscles seeing the light of day. you couldn't deny it - he was gorgeous.

he often checked on you in the evenings, making sure you’d settled in okay. he sat next to your bed, running a gloved hand over your hair, rubbing small circles into your scalp.

“you like the boys?” he’d ask, “they treating you okay?”

and you’d nod, just like you’d do every night.

“not scared, are you, doll?”

you shook your head.

“good. just making sure.”

and with that, he’d leave, heading to his own tent to rest, or out to guard the fence.

but one night, before he got up to get some sleep, you grabbed his hand. he looked back at you, dark eyes watching yours.

“stay?” you whispered.

and he did, without a word. stripping off his heavy gear and perching next to you in bed, rough camo trousers scratching against your bare shoulder. 

and he stayed, just like you asked. watching over you like a dog and keeping you safe.

sometime in the night, you’d turned to face him where he sat, resting an arm over his thigh. but he didn’t push you off. he just let you rest - your warm breath causing a dampness throughout the tent. 

it was only when the winter sunlight streamed through the tent that you realised he really did stay - all night. you opened your eyes to see he’d settled in next to you, his sleeping body alongside yours in the small camp bed, your arm still around him. 

and when you tried to pull yourself away out of embarrassment, he pulled it back, keeping it over his chest. 

“for warmth, yeah?” he said quietly, voice all deep and sleepy.

and how could you argue with that? these were trying times, after all. 

after a moment's silence, he said “you’re a pretty thing, love. always thought so, even when i first met you and you were all scared and dirty.” he continued, heavy eyes looking down at your vulnerable form. “soap thinks so too, but you’re mine, yeah? i found you - you’re mine.”

there was something about the possessive glint in his eye that showed you he really meant it - his gaze trailing down from your face to your uncovered hips that had shuffled out the sheets in your sleep.

"cm'ere" he said, taking your arm in his grasp and pulling you towards him. "i mean it, love. do you wan' to be mine?" eyes watching your face to see how you'd react to his question. your faces were close now, closer than they'd ever been. he'd looked after you so nicely, giving you everything you needed, protecting you from harm all this time. you couldn't help but agree with him. how could anyone not fall for this attractive man who cared for you so much? and the feeling of his chest under your hand made you fall for him even harder.

"yeah," you whispered against his masked face "...yours."

your small hand reached up to reveal his lips under his mask. he pulled you in, kissing you softly. it was short but there was so much behind it. you could tell he wanted more but he was holding back. he didn't want to accidentally push you away by moving too fast. he pulled back to look at you, hands cupping your soft face, which was still clouded with sleep.

"you're so beautiful, you know that?" he spoke so softly now. it was like the walls he'd put up had fell instantly. he just wanted a moment to be yours. no one else's. not the camp's cook or the guard or the hunter. just yours and nothing else.

you pulled yourself back to his face, kissing him again but soon moving your lips down to kiss his chin, and then his neck. but you didn't get far before he stopped you.

"no, no, love. let me take care of you - you deserve it." he said, turning you around so you were on your back, head resting on your plush pillow as his touch relaxed you.

it was almost as if for just a moment, you weren't in the middle of a fucking nightmare. you were at home, in your own bed. maybe you'd met him at work or out on a date - anywhere that wasn't in a forest full of zombies. and he'd taken you out for dinner a few times and you'd decided he was sweet enough to be kissing down your body, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

but here you were, in a camp full of strangers, being transported by this man who you barely knew, covered only by the walls of a thin tent. but it just felt so right to let him take you like this. you trusted him with your life. and in return he worked your body like magic. his touch was so gentle - yet his skin was so rough compared to your own.

"you want me inside you, baby?" he spoke to you so softly, having kissed down to the top of your underwear now. his eyes watched you, waiting for your permission to carry on.

"please," you replied, "i want you."

that was all he needed to hear. he pulled off his shirt and your underwear, tossing them both to the side. he admired your body shamelessly, eyes tracing the outline of your waist and your body. you couldn't help but do the same, entranced by the way his muscles practically glowed in the light that came through the tent. he was built like a rugby player, pure muscle but with a good layer of fat on top to smooth everything out. you watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.

he was huge. you knew he was a big guy but you weren't expecting it to apply to all of him. it was definitely bigger than anyone you'd ever been with. his tip was an angry shade of red from how hard he was, precum running down his shaft. noticing the expression on your face, he reassured you.

"don't worry, i'll be gentle with you."

he lined himself up with your entrance, your wetness being enough to allow himself to push slowly inside. it stretched you more than you ever had been, causing you to hiss as it dipped inside you. he bent forward down to kiss you sweetly, silencing your pained noises, shushing you each time his lips left yours. he continued to move in until he bottomed out inside of you.

"you okay?" he grunted, "tell me when to move, love."

you paused for a moment, adjusting to his size before nodding to let him know he could start moving.

he didn't fuck like you expected him to. you thought a guy like him would be railing you like an animal, but no. he made love to you, his slow but deep thrusts hitting all the perfect spots in your gummy walls. it was pure bliss, and he thought so too, struggling to keep back his grunts each time he thrust into you.

"fucckkkk baby," he'd say, dog tag hanging down as he fucked you, "your pussy is so tight, gripping me so good". he hooked your legs behind his back and moved his big hands onto your hips to hold you in place. " is it good for you too, doll? you look so pretty with that fucked-out look on your face." he went on, smirking at you like he was proud of his work.

you couldn't even form words, let alone piece together a decent response. he felt amazing, pulling all the way out so only his tip was inside of you and then pushing all the way back in again, until you were an absolute drooling mess, jaw slack and whining on his cock. and just when you thought it couldn't get any better, he moved his hand between your legs and rubbed lazy circles on your clit with his thumb. almost instantly your pussy started pulsing around him - with you blubbering out incoherent swears and moans - having sent you completely over the edge in a matter of minutes. he wasn't far away either - your clenching making his hips stutter back and forth as he helped you ride through your orgasm. you could of swore you were seeing stars by the time he pulled out of you and came over your stomach with a moan, pressing his forehead to yours.

it took you both a few minutes to come back down again, giggling and kissing his lips once more. your arms found their way around his neck, holding him close to you. you were both a panting mess, clothes discarded across the tent floor and the scent of sex heavy in the air.

"my girl- you're gorgeous," he managed to huff out, catching his breath. " 'm never getting over you."

when news broke that a zombie apocalypse was spreading, you had no idea it would lead to this hunk of a man in bed with you - spoiling you and loving you like this. you weren't complaining, though. not at all. at least something good came from it.

he cleaned you up so carefully, being sure not to press too hard on your sensitive body. and when he'd made sure you were okay, he brought you something to eat and led down with you, stroking up and down on your back, drawing shapes and letters on your skin. part of you couldn't believe this was the same guy who you watched shoot a zombie in the face through the fence the other day. his hands were so gentle, always cautious not to hurt you under his touch.

and as your eyes grew heavy again, revelling in his embrace, you heard him say something into your skin.

"simon," he said quietly, face buried in your neck. "my real name's simon."

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✎ masterlist

walking beneath the dappled shade of towering palms, benito finally felt at ease. the tightening feeling in his chest that he didn't realise was there melted away. the leaves whispered to him softly overhead, shifting with the humid breeze, scattering flecks of sunlight across his path and shoulders like gold dust. there was something about the tropical waters of puerto rico that stirred something warm and ancient in his soul. the sea was impossibly clear, a sheet of turquoise glass stretching out as far as his eyes could see. every time he returned here, home, it felt like the island reached into his chest and drew out whatever burden he was carrying. stress, noise, doubt - it all dissolved here into the ocean. it had been a crazy week. too many flights, people, demands. his thoughts were circling in his head like the gulls that circled overhead now. this was exactly what he needed to relax.

the bright, late afternoon sun kissed his brown skin, hot and steady, bringing up tiny beads of sweat along his forehead that caught the light like scattered pearls. his chanclas sank into the soft white sand with every step, grains slipping between his toes. the air smelt like salt and coconut, and a cool ocean breeze drifted across him, brushing along his arms like a gentle hand. benito exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for just a moment to feel everything. the whole shoreline shimmered with blue light, the water catching in the sun like a thousand glittering fragments.

he walked for a long while without thinking about how far he was going, letting the shoreline keep him company. his mind drifted lazily between thoughts: half-formed melodies which he hummed quietly, unfinished lyrics, his family here in PR, the endless motion of his career. things that felt heavy on his mind now floated through him like clouds, lighter somehow.

the ocean had always been meditation for him.

eventually the sun began to sink towards the horizon, melting into the water with a slow, burning colour. the sky ignited into streaks of yellow, pink and deep orange, their reflections rippling across the waves like liquid fire. the steady hush of the tide rolling in and out filled the air, while birds cried somewhere far off in the distance, their voices thin against the wind.

to benito, it was the sweetest music in the world.

as the light slipped away and the shoreline began to darken, he turned to head back before the night made the path back hard to see. but just as he took his first few steps in the right direction, a different noise drifted across the water that made him stop.

at first he thought it was another bird.

he tilted his head slightly, listening.

it was a voice.

faint and distant, carried across the sea like a trailing thread, a girl was singing somewhere out beyond the waves. her voice floated over the surface of the water, rising and falling with the rhythm of the tide. it was soft and haunting. like the ocean itself had learned how to sing.

benito felt the sound brush against him, slipping into his ears, into his chest. every note shimmered with something strange and beautiful, something that made the hairs along his arms stand up.

it was impossibly sweet - he had never heard anything like it before.

before he even realised it, he had stepped closer to the water, trying to listen more closely, drawn towards the voice as if the waters of puerto rico herself were calling his name.

the cool water had started sliding over his feet now, wrapping around his ankles. but the melody was still there, slow and lilting, the voice of the ocean hypnotising him, pulling him deeper. every note seemed to tug him in by his chest.

"hola...?" he called out, squinting his eyes, trying to see across the dark water "is someone there?"

the singing stopped.

for a moment everything fell silent again, leaving nothing but the shhhhh of the tide rolling in and the occasional cry from a far-off gull.

then the surface of the water broke.

something out there moved.

benito frowned, leaning forward slightly. the last light of the sunset disappearing quickly below the horizon, far-off water dripping in molten gold and coral pink, making it hard for him to see. but the shape rose again, gracefully, as if the sea itself were lifting upward.

a woman emerged.

water poured from her hair down her chocolate-brown shoulders and arms in shining rivulets as she pushed her neat braids from her face. they were full of small pieces of silver coins and gemstones, like a treasure chest. her skin was deep and luminous in the fading light, glowing warm against the cool blue of the ocean. a simple bra of pale seashells curved across her chest, each shell glinting softly like diamonds.

benito's breath caught in his cheat.

because beneath the surface of the water, he could see no legs.

instead, there was a long, shimmering tail which moved slowly through the tide.

it flashed an iridescent colour, seemingly glowing like puerto rico's bioluminescent bays. deep blues, green, and hints of violet - her scales catching the dying sunlight like jewels. the powerful fin at the end curled lazily behind her, sending gentle ripples across the water.

a mermaid!

she moved to rest her elbows lightly on a nearby half-submerged rock, watching him with curious eyes.

benito just stood there, blinking in disbelief.

"...okay..." he muttered under his breath, half-laughing in shock. "either i'm dreaming or puerto rico has changed a lot since i was last home."

the mermaid smiled.

her teeth were bright against her full lips, and the sound of her laughter carried easily across the top of the water.

"you heard my singing?" she asked.

her voice was exactly like the melody he had followed. smooth and musical. almost bewitching.

"si," benito admitted, still staring. "hard not to."

she tilted her head slightly, studying him with fascination. long wet sections of her hair clung to the smooth curve of her body, and droplets of water still dripped from her head to the water below.

"and you came closer." she said.

"i didn't really mean to," he replied. "my feet just... did it."

her smile widened.

"that's what my song does."

benito took another step into the water without realising it.

the tide was now wrapping around his calves, cool and swirling. now he was closer he could see how the scales along her tail shifted with every movement, dancing in the light, now from the full moon rather than the setting sun.

she shifted herself in the water, lifting herself slightly higher on the rock.

the curve of her hips surfaced briefly above the shallow water, soft and full where sea met skin and tail began. benito thought of having his hands on them. he looked away quickly, clearing his throat, though the image had already burned itself into his mind.

"...los siento," he said with a crooked grin. "i didn't mean to stare."

there was amusement dancing in her dark eyes.

"i don't mind."

the breeze carried the scent of salt between them. the sky behind her now dark, any remaining streaks of orange had faded into purple.

benito stepped closer again.

"do you have a name?" he asked.

"isla."

he smiled.

"mine's benito."

"i know."

his eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"you know?"

her fin flicked lazily beneath the surface, like how a cat playfully flicks its tail.

"the sea hears many things..."

she leaned forward slightly as she spoke, resting her chin in one small hand. the movement brought her closer to him, the water lapping gently across her waist. up close, he could see how impossibly soft her skin looked under the moonlight.

"you spend a lot of time here." she said softly.

"whenever i can."

"the ocean knows you."

benito shrugged.

"feels like home."

something in her expression softened when he said that, like she understood entirely how he felt.

"that's why i sang to you." she whispered.

the words made a quiet warmth creep through his chest.

without really thinking about it, benito crouched at the edge of the water. the tide rolled between them now, brushing around his thighs, wetting the bottom of his shorts.

isla reached out slowly. her fingers touched his hand first. her skin was cool from the sea, smooth and light against his. benito felt a jolt of electricity run up his arm at the contact.

her fingers curled gently around his, studying his hand like it was something new and rare.

"so warm..." she murmured.

"the perks of living on land." he joked.

she smiled again, then lifted her other hand to his arm, letting her fingertips trail slowly up his wrist and forearm. the touch was slow, curious.

benito subconsciously held his breath.

"you're not afraid of me?" she said.

he met her eyes.

"should i be?"

"some are."

"not really my style."

her gaze flickered briefly to his lips.

the moment seemed to last forever between them, thick and silent, filled with the sound of the waves.

benito reached up carefully, pushing a wet braid away from her cheek. he felt the cold dampness of the water, and she leaned subtly into his touch, her eyes half-lidded as his fingers brushed her temple.

"you're real...!" he said.

isla laughed softly, her voice echoing across the ocean.

"i should hope i am."

she rose a little higher on the rock, bringing her face closer to his. beneath the surface he felt the slow, powerful movement of her tail stirring the water around his legs.

"you followed my song..." she whispered.

benito nodded.

"and you're still coming closer..."

he glanced down. he hadn't realised he'd stepped further into the water, the tide now around his hips.

he chuckled softly.

"i guess i am."

her hand slid up from his forearm to the back of his neck, fingers threading lightly into the short curls at the base of his head.

"benito...." she murmered.

"si?"

her face was only inches from his now.

"do you trust me?"

he looked into her dark eyes, reflecting the pale light of the moon.

"...i think so."

her smile was enchanting.

"good."

then she leaned forward and kissed him.

her lips were cold against his, but soft, tasting of salt and sea wind. the kiss began gentle, almost curious, like she was discovering the shape and warmth of his lips. but benito froze in shock as his hand instinctually found the curve of her waist under the water, and it deepened naturally, both of them leaning closer. his fingers were resting against the softness of her skin.

her lips parted slightly against his, and he felt the delicate brush of her tongue, shy at first, tracing the edge of his lower lip as if she was asking permission. the sensation sent a shiver through him. benito answered without thinking, his other hand coming up to cradle her face as their mouths intertwined. the sea moved around them in slow circles, waves wrapping around his stomach now, while her arms slipped around his shoulders. her fingers in his hair pulled him closer.

their tongues met softly, the kiss growing hotter, slower, charged with a strange magnetic pull that felt more ancient than either of them. saltwater dripped from her hair onto her lips as they kissed, both of them tasting the ocean. the breeze and the water and the moonlight blurred together all around them.

beneath the surface, he felt the strength of her tail curling around his legs, brushing his shins like silk.

"you feel it too..." she whispered against his lips.

benito looked down at his hips, now completely underwater.

"yeah... i definitely feel... something." he laughed softly under his breath.

her fingers slip back down his arm, tugging gently on his hand.

"come with me."

he glanced out at the black ocean. then back at her.

"you trying to drown me?"

isla's eyes sparkled.

"no."

she pulled him one step deeper.

"just showing you where the music comes from."

the water rose higher around them as the moon climbed high into the sky, silver light glittering on the waves.

and still holding her hand, benito followed her into the sea.

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