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II. TALKING BODY. ++ nsfw up ahead ( while you hover underneath your first love ! ) ❟ ❥ 🎋⤦ EXCITEMENT, trippie red & partynextdoor . ⚠️ foul language in play!
It felt wrong that the moment that you were dwelling upon your first love while watch your current one from the crack through a door, veins growing numb at one point and let yourself fall into the blonde's kiss. As familiar as it was, his larger hands traveled down your shoulders and pulled you in closer, lips firm yet soft against your own.
Maybe you wanted to get back at Porco for doing this, for making you feel so shitty for making you match with him. For all the kisses the two of you shared, for the flowers, the dates; you had no idea you were still crying midway through the kiss until the blonde pulled away with softened hazel hues, the pads of his thumbs stroking circles into your hips as if this was his way to soothe you from all of this.
It left you feeling hopeless, because catching the two of them in the act was your reason to end things. But it left you bitter, sniffling and you were still within his close proximity with your lips tingling. "What did I do wrong for him to do this? Why wasn't I enough?" You mumbled out under your breath, hating that you were leaning into his touch for comfort.
Reiner Braun was a man of many words, well-known throughout the campus for his good looks and being a prodigy back in high school. You were thankful to have known him during those days, his smile vivid in your memories. He played football along with a couple of others that attended the party, still did as of right now and on the same team with your cheating boyfriend, currently making out with his best friend.
"You were enough, please don't beat yourself up too much about it." His breath wafted your lips, trying not to think too hard about tasting pineapple juice and vodka on his tongue. His eyes were gentle, pleading almost; making you feel oddly at ease in such a situation. "Please don't waste your tears on him, (Y/N)."
Maybe it was the alcohol fizzling in your bloodstream or the fact that you wanted to give his lips another taste, perhaps even both. The delicate way his thumbs rubbed circles into your hips, warm hands resting on the small of your back was starting to get to you. It was just Reiner— painstakingly beautiful Reiner and you felt guilt in your heart for choosing to ignore him from the beginning.
It didn't take long for you to initiate the kiss, arms wrapping around his broad shoulders to pull him in closer to your frame. Everything felt so oddly familiar, from your fingers playing with his blonde locks and his grip on your hips nearly driving you insane. You tried focusing more on the present than the past, the kiss becoming more passionate by the second.
