𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚 𝙓𝙄𝙑

   The room fell silent, the weight of Y/n's confession hanging in the air. Ariana stayed quiet for a moment, her body still straddling Y/n, her breathing soft but noticeable in the stillness. Y/n couldn't see the expression on her face, but she could sense Ariana was processing everything. Ariana's hands rested gently on Y/n's shoulders, and Y/n could feel the faint tremor in her fingers.

   "S-So you mean like a real... dick ?" Her voice carried surprise, yet there was a hint of curiosity too. Y/n nervously chewed on her lip, "yeah i uh... i'm a female but i was born intersex. Which means i was born with male genitalia." She explained bracing herself for the possibility of rejection.

Ariana stayed quiet, trying to wrap her head around Y/n's confession. There were no bad thoughts swirling in her mind; instead, she found herself picturing Y/n's body, and for some reason, it only made her desire her more.

   Y/n felt her heart racing as Ariana remained silent, and the quiet only deepened her worries. The thought of being rejected by Ariana terrified her, it would shatter her heart. Insecurity flooded her mind, spiraling into overthinking. She couldn't shake the fear that Ariana would never truly accept her and might even find her repulsive. Those dark thoughts left her feeling utterly miserable.

   Just then a soft pair of lips pulled Y/n's out of spiral, and she responded almost immediately. As their lips met, Y/n let out a sigh of relief, feeling reassured that it wasn't the reaction she thought Ariana would have. Ariana leaned back just enough to lightly graze her lips against Y/n's, whispering softly,"Nothing will ever change the way i feel about you."

   Y/n couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. The happiness in her expression was so genuine, so pure, that it made Ariana chuckle softly. She reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind Y/n's ear, her thumb lingering on her cheek.

"Does it make you uncomfortable, telling me ?" Ariana asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern, almost as if she were afraid of the answer.

   Y/n hesitated, her heart heavy. "Yeah, it has... with others. Since i was a kid. I didn't understand it at first. Hell, i didn't even know what it meant for a long time. But as i got older, it got harder to accept. It made me feel... different. Like i wouldn't be enough for anyone. It still does sometimes." The words came out raw, as if admitting them allowed a piece of her vulnerability to surface.

   Ariana's touch shifted ever so slightly—her fingertips tracing the line of Y/n's collarbone, grounding them both. "I can't even imagine how hard that has been for you," Ariana whispered. "But for me ? It doesn't change how i see you. It doesn't change anything about what i feel. And you're more than enough."

   Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat, surprised by how easily Ariana accepted her truth. She had prepared herself for rejection, for discomfort, but Ariana's response was nothing but warmth. "Can i kiss you ?" Y/n asked, her voice tender, thick with emotion.