CENTRAL CEE
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smut warning !
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Growing up in West London, you and Oakley were inseparable. From the playground to late-night hangouts, you shared everything. But when his music career took off, things changed. Fame came quickly, and Oakley seemed to forget about the girl who had always been there for him.
You watched from afar as he released hit after hit, his face plastered all over social media and TV. You couldn't help but feel a mix of pride and hurt. He had achieved his dreams, but in the process, he'd left you behind.
Years later, you were working at a local café, trying to move on with your life. One evening, while cleaning up after closing, you heard a familiar voice.
"Y/N?"
You turned around to see Oakley standing in the doorway, looking different yet the same. His eyes were still those deep pools of warmth, but they held a new intensity.
"What are you doing here?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.
"I've been looking for you," he said, stepping closer. "I know I messed up, Y/N. I got caught up in everything and forgot what really mattered."
You turned away, the hurt resurfacing. "You think you can just walk back into my life and everything will be okay?"
"I don't expect that," he said softly. "I just want a chance to make things right."
For weeks, Oakley kept coming to the café, trying to talk to you. You ignored him at first, refusing to let him off the hook so easily. But his persistence wore you down, and eventually, you agreed to meet him outside of work.
You met at a small park where you used to hang out as kids. It felt surreal to be there with him again, so much had changed, yet so much remained the same.
"I'm sorry, Y/N," Oakley began. "I was a fool for letting you go. The fame, the money—it got to my head. But none of it means anything without you."
You looked at him, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all you saw was the boy you used to know, now a man, filled with regret.
"I missed you," you admitted quietly. "It hurt watching you from the sidelines, knowing you'd forgotten about me."
Oakley took your hand, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I never forgot about you. I thought about you every day. I just didn't know how to come back after everything."
You nodded, feeling the old connection between you reignite. "We can't go back to the way things were, but maybe we can start fresh."
Over the next few months, you and Oakley rebuilt your friendship. He showed you a side of fame that wasn't all glitz and glamour, sharing the pressures and loneliness that came with it. You found yourself falling for him all over again, but this time, it was deeper.
One evening, after a particularly emotional conversation about his struggles with fame, Oakley asked, "Can we talk more about this? Maybe at my place?"
You hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Let's do that."
You arrived at his apartment, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. It was spacious and stylish, but it still had a cozy, lived-in feel. Oakley led you to the living room, where you both sat down.
As you talked, the conversation grew more intimate, and the tension between you became palpable. Oakley reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I've missed this. I've missed you."
Before you could respond, he leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tentative at first, but quickly grew more passionate. You responded eagerly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer.
"Come with me," he whispered against your lips, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom.
Once inside, the atmosphere changed. The air was thick with anticipation. Oakley cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply. His hands roamed your body, making you shiver with desire.
You tugged at his shirt, and he helped you remove it, revealing his toned torso. Your hands explored his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He slid your shirt over your head, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of you.
Oakley gently pushed you onto the bed, climbing over you and capturing your lips again. His kisses trailed down your neck, his hands skillfully unclasping your bra. You arched into his touch, moaning softly as his lips found your breasts, teasing and sucking on your sensitive nipples.
"Please, Oakley," you gasped, the ache between your legs growing unbearable.
He smirked against your skin, kissing his way down your stomach. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling them down along with your underwear. The cool air against your bare skin made you shiver.
Oakley kissed the inside of your thighs, making his way to your core. He licked a long, slow stripe up your folds, making you cry out in pleasure. His tongue expertly circled your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking it with his tongue.
You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair. "Oakley, I need you," you moaned, desperate for more.
He looked up at you, his eyes filled with desire. "I've got you, Y/N," he said, moving back up to kiss you deeply.
Oakley positioned himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You both moaned at the feeling, the connection between you deeper than ever. He set a slow, steady pace, his eyes never leaving yours.
"You feel so good," he groaned, his thrusts growing more urgent.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Faster, Oakley," you begged, needing him to take you over the edge.
He obliged, his pace quickening. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your moans of pleasure. You felt the tension building, your orgasm approaching rapidly.
"I'm close," you gasped, clinging to him.
"Come for me, Y/N," he whispered, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles.
With a cry, you came undone, your body trembling with pleasure. Oakley followed shortly after, groaning your name as he found his release.
He collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms. You lay there, catching your breath, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you were ready to face the challenges together. Oakley kissed your forehead, holding you close.
"I love you, Y/N," he murmured. "I'm never letting you go again."
"I love you too, Oakley," you whispered back, feeling your heart swell with happiness.
For the first time in a long while, everything felt right. You had found your way back to each other, and this time, you knew it was for good.
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