𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍 • ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

forgive and fuck ˢⁱⁿᶜᵉʳᵉˡʸ ᵉ ʲᵃᵉᵍᵉʳ

𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟹𝟶𝚝𝚑⁽ˢᵐᵘᵗ⁾

"𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐒𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐃." My voice is barely a whisper, but I know she hears it. Y/N leans over me, her breath warm against my skin. Her hands rest on my chest, steady and soft, but her hips—God, her hips—move in slow circles, pressing against me in a way that makes my pulse quicken.

She laughs softly, the sound vibrating through my throat as she kisses her way down my neck, her lips leaving a trail of heat and something more. Every touch sends a spark through me, igniting something deep inside. I can feel her smile against my skin, knowing she's got me exactly where she wants me.

"God, you drive me crazy," I murmur, my hands instinctively pulling her closer, the heat of her body overwhelming me. I want more, need more, but I'm holding back, trying to savor every second of this, of her.

Her lips move lower, tracing the line of my collarbone, leaving wet, lingering marks that I know will be there long after she's gone. "You don't know how bad I wanted this," she says, her voice a little breathless, playful yet heavy with need. "To feel you close again."

I reach up, cupping her face in my hands, pulling her gaze to meet mine. Her eyes are darker now, that familiar spark of mischief mixed with something deeper. "Then take me. Take all of me," I say, barely recognizing my own voice, raw and desperate.

Y/N leans down again, capturing my lips in a kiss that's fierce and hungry. Every touch, every move is a promise, a demand. I feel like I could drown in her if I let go—if I gave in completely.

But right now, I'm lost in her, in the heat, the rhythm, the urgency of it all.

Y/N's breath, hot and heavy, fogs the space between us, each exhale a promise of what's to come. My hands grip her clothed hips, fingers digging into the soft fabric, pulling her closer until there's no space left. Her movements are deliberate, torturous, each sway of her hips a tease that drives me wild. Her lips, plump and inviting, leave a trail of fire down my neck, her tongue darting out to taste the skin there. I can feel her, every curve, every dip, her body a perfect fit against mine.

My heart pounds in my chest, a drumbeat of desire, drowning out all else. I want her, need her, more than I've ever wanted anything. My hands roam, exploring, memorizing, as Y/N's lips move lower, teeth grazing my collarbone. The tension between us is electric, a live wire sparking with every touch, every breath. I can't hold back any longer, my hands tightening on her, pulling her closer, wanting to consume her, to make her mine in every way possible.

My hands trace the smooth curve of Y/N's hips, the heat between us palpable as I inch higher, fingers brushing the soft fabric of her t-shirt. I meet her gaze, an eager grin spreading across my face as I whisper, "Can I?" Her slight nod sparks a wild rush in my chest. In one fluid motion, I seize the hem of her shirt, pulling it upwards and tearing it away with a primal energy. It flutters down to the floor like a forgotten memory, the air thickening with anticipation, leaving only the promise of what's to come hanging between us.

I gaze up at Y/N, captivated by the bittersweet expression on her face—distress mingling with desire. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, each breath laced with soft whimpers that echo in the charged air around us. "My beautiful girl," I murmur, my voice low and soothing as I take her arms, guiding her closer to my waiting lips. The world around us fades away as I reach behind her back, the tension building between us. With a swift flick, I unclasp her bra, the sound barely audible beneath her breathy sigh, leaving us both suspended in a moment of vulnerability and electrifying connection.