Still Yours, Deal?

The hallway always seemed louder when Karina was angry. 

Everyone noticed her, how could they not? She was the kind of girl people turned to look at without realizing they’d done it. Perfect hair, effortless confidence, the center of every conversation. And right now, she stood by her locker with her arms crossed, eyes fixed somewhere far away, ignoring the world. 

Including Y/n. 

He wasn’t invisible, just… ordinary. The kind of guy who blended into the crowd unless you were really looking. But he was looking at her, and had been for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to fix what he’d messed up. 

“Hey,” Y/n said finally, stepping closer. 

No response. “I know you’re mad.” 

Silence. “I didn’t mean it like that. You know I wouldn’t—” 

“Then why did you?” Karina snapped, turning to him sharply. Her voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be. People nearby pretended not to listen. 

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I messed up. I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.” 

“You can’t just ‘fix’ everything,” she said, slamming her locker shut. “Not this time.” 

She walked off before he could say anything else. 

The rest of the day dragged on for him. He tried texting her, once, twice, but got nothing back. By the 4th period bell, he was sitting alone on a bench outside, staring at his phone.

“Hey,” a voice said. 

He looked up. A girl from his class, Ryujin, stood there, smiling. “You okay? You look… kind of wrecked.” 

“Yeah, just… stuff,” Y/n said. 

She sat down beside him. “You don’t deserve to look like that over someone. If she’s making you this stressed—” 

“I’m not,” he interrupted, but his voice wasn’t very convincing. 

The girl leaned a little closer. “You could, you know… hang out with someone who actually appreciates you.” 

Before he could respond, the air shifted. 

“Get up.” They both turned. 

Karina stood there. The girl everyone knew, the one who hadn’t looked at him all day. Was now standing behind Y/n staring at Ryujin. Her expression was calm, but her eyes were anything but. 

The other girl frowned. “Excuse me?” 

“I said, get up,” Karina repeated, stepping closer. “He’s not interested.” 

The girl scoffed. “Pretty sure he can speak for himself.” 

“He doesn’t have to,” Karina said, her voice cutting clean through the moment, then she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into a kiss. Showing Ryujin he was spoken for. We then separated from the kiss, me still being dazed after that amazing kiss “Because I just did.”

There was a pause. Then the other girl rolled her eyes, stood up, and walked away. “Whatever” she mumbled. 

For a second, it was just the two of them. Y/n blinked. “I thought you were mad at me.”

“I am,” Karina said quickly. 

“…Then why—” 

“Don’t make it a bigger deal than it is,” she cut in, turning away. “Just… don’t.” And just like that, she left again. 

That night, Y/n was laying in his bed looking at the ceiling. “She obviously cares. So why not just let me fix this” 

He rubs his hand over his face “Why make this more difficult than it needs to be.” 

He smacked his head a couple times “Focus man” He sat up in his bed.

“You are going to walk into that school with confidence and you are going to confront her about our so-called break up” He turned to his mirror and looked at himself.

Disheveled hair, droopy eyes, awkward smile. He groans out loud "you're hopeless you idiot!”

“Y/n, shut up” his mum yelled from the kitchen.

“Sorry mum!” he yelled back. He heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen after that.

He then made the conscious decision to not send her the usual messages that he had been sending everyday since their fight/’break up’. 

And so, he didn’t text her. Not once. 

By morning, Karina was a mess. 

Not visibly. No one else could tell. But inside, everything felt off. She checked her phone between classes. Nothing. Checked again. 

Still nothing. He always texted. Even when they argued. Especially when they argued. By lunchtime, she was pacing. 

“What’s wrong with you?” her friend Winter asked, narrowing her eyes as she watched Karina circle the hallway like she was trying to outrun her own thoughts. 

“Nothing,” Karina snapped immediately, then softer, “I mean… nothing.” 

Giselle leaned back against the lockers, arms crossed. “That ‘nothing’ sounded extremely like something.” 

Ningning tilted her head. “Did Y/n do something?” 

At his name, Karina froze for half a second too long. 

Winter caught it instantly. “Oh. He definitely did something.” 

“No,” Karina said too quickly. “He didn’t do anything. That’s the problem.” 

Giselle raised a brow. “That makes zero sense.” 

Karina exhaled sharply, rubbing her forehead. “He didn’t text me.” 

Silence. Then Ningning blinked. “That’s it?” 

Karina shot her a look. “That’s not ‘it.’ He always texts. Always. Even when I—” She stopped herself, jaw tightening. “Even when I’m mad at him.” 

Winter’s expression softened just slightly. “Okay… so you’re upset because he didn’t chase you after the argument?” 

“I’m not upset,” Karina said instantly. 

Giselle nodded slowly. “You’re pacing like a villain in a drama, but sure.” 

Karina shot her a glare. “I said I’m not upset.” 

Ningning leaned forward a little. “Karina… What did you say to him yesterday?” That question landed heavier than the others. 

Karina hesitated. Winter noticed. “You said something bad.” 

“I didn’t—” Karina started, then stopped. Her voice dropped. “I just… said it wasn’t okay. That he can’t just fix everything.” 

Giselle frowned. “That doesn’t sound that bad.” 

Karina let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t real. “I walked away.” 

Winter studied her carefully. “You didn’t give him a chance to respond properly, did you?” 

Karina didn’t answer. That was enough to answer. 

Ningning sighed. “Karina… you know he doesn’t play games like that.” 

“I know,” Karina said quickly, then quieter, “That’s why I’m stressed.” 

Giselle pushed off the locker. “So let me get this straight. You said something harsh, walked away, and now he’s not acting like he’s chasing you… and that’s bothering you?” 

Karina looked at her. “It’s not ‘chasing.’” 

Winter raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?” 

Karina opened her mouth. Nothing came out. Because that was the problem. She didn’t know how to explain it without sounding like she was used to him always being there. Always following. Always fixing things even when she pushed him away. 

Ningning spoke softer now. “Do you think he’s actually done?” That hit harder than anything else. 

Karina’s fingers curled slightly at her side. “No.” But it didn’t sound certain. 

Winter pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “Karina, look at me.” She didn’t want to. “Look at me,” Winter repeated, firmer. 

Slowly, Karina did. Winter’s expression wasn’t teasing anymore. “If you’re scared he’s gone, then stop standing here and pretending you don’t care.”

Karina swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.” 

Giselle sighed. “Start with ‘I might’ve messed up.’ That usually works.” 

Ningning nodded. “Or ‘please don’t ignore me,’ also effective.” 

Karina scoffed weakly. “I’m not saying that.” 

Winter crossed her arms. “Then keep pacing. But don’t act surprised if he stops being there.” 

That silence lingered longer than the others. Karina looked down at her phone again. Still nothing. Her voice came out quieter this time. “He always texts.” She stared at the school entrance from across the courtyard, her heart picking up every time someone walked in. 

Then— 

There he was. Y/n. Walking in like he owned the place. No hesitation. No awkwardness. Just calm, steady confidence like something had already been decided. Karina’s breath caught. 

Winter leaned in slightly behind her. “Oh… he really showed up.” 

Giselle’s eyes widened. “He’s actually walking straight up to her.” 

Ningning whispered, “This is not his normal behavior…” 

Y/n didn’t slow down. Didn’t look anywhere else. 

Straight to Karina. 

Students around them started noticing. Conversations dipped. Phones subtly lowered. The hallway felt like it was holding its breath. 

Winter muttered, “This is about to be dramatic.” 

Giselle replied, “It already is.” 

Ningning: “I feel like I should leave but I can’t.” 

Y/n stopped in front of Karina. 

For a second, everything went still. “Karina.” He looked at her like nothing had changed—but his voice was quieter than usual. “That breakup...Wasn’t real, right?” The world seemed to pause. 

Winter covered her mouth slightly. “He just said that out loud…” 

Giselle whispered, “No hesitation at all…” 

Karina held his gaze. 

One second. 

Two. 

Her expression softened—just a fraction. 

“No,” she said. 

Winter immediately let out a breath. “Okay good.” 

Giselle nodded. “That’s… actually kind of perfect.” 

Ningning smiled faintly. “They’re so weird.” 

But Y/n didn’t stop there. He tilted his head slightly. “So… what was yesterday then?” 

Karina blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?” 

“You ignored me,” he said simply. “That felt pretty real.” 

Behind her, Winter quietly went: “Ohhh.” 

Giselle leaned forward a little. “He’s calling her out.” 

Ningning whispered, “I didn’t expect him to be this bold…” 

Karina exhaled sharply. “I wasn’t ignoring you. I was mad.” 

Y/n nodded like that made sense. “Yeah. I figured.” A pause. Then he added, “But you still walked away. Many times I might add.” 

Karina’s jaw tightened slightly. “Because you weren’t listening.” 

“I was listening,” he said. “I just wasn’t reacting the way you wanted.” That made her pause. 

Winter murmured, “He’s not wrong…” 

Giselle added “He’s actually not wrong.” 

Ningning turned to gGiselle “This is getting deep…” 

Karina looked away for half a second, then back at him. “You didn’t text me.”

Y/n shrugged slightly. “You didn’t text me either.” 

“That’s different,” she shot back instantly. 

He gave a small, knowing smile. “It always is with you.” 

That line made her glare slightly. “What is that supposed to mean?” 

“It means,” he said calmly, stepping just a little closer, “you expect me to chase when you’re upset. But when I don’t, you panic.” Silence. 

Winter’s eyes widened. “OH.” 

Giselle covered her mouth. “He said it.” 

Ningning whispered, “He really said it…” 

Karina opened her mouth, then closed it again. Because she didn’t have an immediate answer. 

Y/n’s voice softened slightly. “I’m not mad. I just needed you to know I’m not going to disappear every time you push me away.” 

That landed differently. Karina’s expression shifted—less defensive now, more quiet. “…I didn’t push you away,” she said, but it wasn’t as sharp. 

“You did,” he replied gently. “Just not on purpose.” 

A beat. Then Karina finally said, lower, “I thought you were actually done.” That changed everything. 

Winter blinked. “Oh…” 

Giselle’s tone softened. “Okay… that’s not what I expected.” 

Ningning quietly added “She was scared…” 

Y/n looked at her for a second longer, then exhaled slightly. “I’m not done,” he said. “Not even close.” 

Karina’s shoulders eased just a little. “…You’re annoying,” she muttered. 

He smiled faintly. “You always say that.” 

“Because you are.” 

“And yet,” he said, “you’re still here.” 

That made her look at him properly again. “…Yeah,” she admitted. A small pause. Then, quieter— “Don’t ignore me like that again.” 

Y/n nodded once. “Don’t shut me out like that again.” 

Karina hesitated… then gave a small, reluctant nod. “…Fine.” 

Behind her, Winter immediately whispered, “That was a couple agreement.” 

Giselle smirked. “Yeah, they’re not normal.” 

Ningning sighed softly. “But it works for them…” 

“Would you three shut up please!” Both Y/n and Karina yelled at them.  

“Yep you got it boss.” Giselle Said, “No worries” Winter said, “Shutting up now.” Ningning said. All three said at the same time. 

Karina and Y/n turned to face each other again and stood there, still not letting the moment drift away, it was obvious to everyone watching— this wasn’t an ending. 

Not even close.

The rest of the day felt different. 

They didn’t suddenly snap back into being perfect. There were still moments, small silences, almost-arguments that never fully formed, but they stayed close. 

Walking between classes together. Sitting near each other at lunch. Not quite fixed. But not broken either. 

Winter noticed first. “So…” she said later, leaning against the lockers with Giselle and Ningning, watching Karina across the courtyard where Y/n was handing her something she’d dropped. “They’re doing that thing again.” 

“What thing?” Ningning asked. 

“The thing where they act like they’re fighting but also… not actually apart,” Winter said. 

Giselle smirked. “That’s just their normal relationship.” 

Ningning shook her head. “It’s exhausting to watch.” 

Across the courtyard, Karina took the item from Y/n a little too quickly. “You didn’t have to follow me for this,” 

she said. “I didn’t follow you,” he replied. “You dropped it in front of me.” 

“I was walking.” 

“You were walking away from me.” 

Karina paused. “That’s not the same thing.” 

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “It kind of is.” She opened her mouth, then closed it again. 

Winter, watching from afar, whispered, “Oh she hates that he’s right.” 

Giselle nodded. “She really does.” 

Ningning added, “But she’s not leaving, so…” 

Back with them, Karina sighed. “You’re annoying.” 

Y/n smiled slightly. “You said that already.” 

“I’ll say it again if I want.” 

“I know.” 

That calm answer made her glance at him. “…You’re not going to argue with me?” 

“I am,” he said. “Just not about everything.” 

That made her pause again. “…That’s new.” 

He shrugged. “So are you.” 

She frowned slightly. “I haven’t changed.” 

“You have,” he said simply. “You just don’t notice it.” 

That should’ve annoyed her more than it did. Instead, she looked away first. “…Don’t get used to this,” she muttered. 

“Used to what?” 

“This,” she said vaguely, gesturing between them like she refused to define it. 

He nodded slowly. “Too late.” 

Karina shot him a look. “You’re really confident for someone who was ignored yesterday.” 

“I wasn’t ignored,” he said. “I was tested.” 

That made her stop walking for half a second. 

Winter, in the distance “Ohhh.” 

Giselle gasps “He’s dangerous for her ego.” 

Ningning Said “I am kind of attracted to it…” Winter and Giselle both looked at her “What, he’s attractive. I want someone to challenge me” They both slowly looked away from her.

Karina started walking again, a little faster this time. “I don’t test people.” 

“You do,” he said easily, catching up. “You just call it something else.” 

“What?” 

“Control.” 

That word made her glare at him immediately. “You’re really pushing it today.” 

“I know,” he said. “But you’re still here.” 

That shut her up for a moment. Because he was right. She could’ve walked away again. She didn’t. “…You’re lucky I like you,” she said finally, quieter than before. 

That made him glance at her. “I know,” he replied. A pause.Then, softer he added, “I’m not going anywhere, Karina.” 

She didn’t answer right away. 

But she didn’t slow down walking beside him either. 

And for now, that was enough. 

After school, the halls emptied slowly. Lockers slammed, voices faded, and sunlight stretched across the floors in long golden lines. 

Karina stood by the front steps, scrolling through her phone, pretending she wasn’t waiting. 

“Hey.” She looked up. Y/n stood there again, hands in his pockets, that same calm confidence from earlier, but softer now. “Are you leaving?” he asked. 

“Eventually,” she said. 

He nodded toward the street. “Walk with me?” 

She hesitated for half a second… then slipped her phone into her bag. “Fine.” 

They walked side by side, not too close at first. The air between them felt lighter than it had in days. 

After a minute, he spoke again. “You know, for someone who was ‘done with me,’ you looked pretty stressed this morning.” 

“I was not stressed,” she said quickly. 

“Mm,” he hummed. “You checked the entrance like ten times.” 

Her head snapped toward him. “You saw that?” 

“I notice things,” he said, glancing at her. 

She groaned softly. “That’s embarrassing.” 

“I thought it was kind of cute.” 

She nudged his arm. “Don’t get used to it.” 

“I won’t,” he said. “I’ll just remember it. And also, treasure it forever” 

She shook her head, but she was smiling now, really smiling. They reached a quiet corner where the street split in two directions. The kind of place where people usually said goodbye. 

Neither of them stopped. Instead, she slowed slightly… then reached out and took his hand. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t announced. But it meant everything. 

He looked down at their hands, then back at her. “No more fake breakups?” he asked. 

She squeezed his hand lightly. “No more ignoring me?” she countered. 

“Deal.” She nodded, satisfied. Then, after a second, she added, almost casually, “…And if someone tries to talk to you again—” 

He laughed. “Here we go.” 

“I’m serious,” she said, trying not to smile. “I will shut it down. I don’t care what people will say. You’re mine” 

“I know,” he said with a big smile on his face. “I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s” 

“Good.” They kept walking. 

And this time, neither of them let go.

They didn’t let go of each other’s hands when they reached the corner. 

“This is your turn,” he said, nodding toward the street that led to her place. 

She didn’t move. “Or,” she said, glancing at him, trying to sound casual and failing just a little, “you could come to mine.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Your house?” 

“Yeah,” she said quickly. “My parents are out tonight. It’s just… easier to talk there. Without half the school watching.” 

He studied her for a second, not suspicious, just careful. “You sure?” 

She tightened her grip on his hand. “Do I look unsure?” 

“…No,” he admitted. 

“Then come on.” She pulled him along down her street 

Her house was exactly what you’d expect. Big, clean, quiet in that way expensive places always seemed to be. 

But without the usual noise of people, it felt… different. Less like a show, more like something real. 

He slipped off his shoes by the door, glancing around. “You live here?” 

She rolled her eyes, dropping her bag on the dining table. “Don’t start.” 

“I’m just saying,” he said, following her inside, “this is a lot compared to my place.” 

“Yeah, well,” she shrugged, walking into the kitchen “it’s not as interesting as it looks.” There was something in her voice, something honest again. 

He noticed. “Good,” he said. “Then I won’t be distracted.” 

She glanced back at him, a small smile pulling at her lips. “You’re different today.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she said. “Less… desperate.” 

“Ouch.” 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, laughing softly. “Just… you’re not trying so hard.” 

He leaned against the kitchen counter. “Maybe I realized I don’t have to.” That made her pause. 

For a second, she just looked at him, really looked at him, like she was seeing something she hadn’t fully noticed before. “…I like it,” she said quietly.

They ended up in her room, sitting on the floor with their backs against the bed. At first, it was small talk. School, random people, anything easy. But slowly, like it always does when there’s something unresolved, the conversation drifted back. 

“You really thought I’d just leave?” she asked after a while. 

“I thought you might try,” he said. “I didn’t know if you meant it.”

“I didn’t,” she said immediately. Then, softer, “I just… wanted you to react.” 

“I did react.” 

“Yeah,” she said, glancing at him. “But not the way I expected.” 

He nodded. “I know.” There was a pause. 

“I don’t like not being in control,” she admitted. 

“I figured.” “And with you,” she continued, “it’s like… I don’t always have it.” 

He looked at her. “Good.” 

She frowned slightly. “Good?” “Yeah,” he said. “Because if you always had control, I wouldn’t matter. I’d just be… another person following you around.” He continued, “If you were always in control what would I be. A pawn in your long game. Where would we start?”

That hit harder than she expected. “…You’re not, you wouldn't be that.” she said. 

“I know,” he replied. “That’s why I stayed.” Silence again, but this time it felt warm, not tense. 

She leaned her head back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. “You’re really annoying, you know that?” 

He smiled. “I’ve been told.” 

“By me.” 

“Exactly.” She nudged his shoulder with hers. Light. Familiar. “I was stressed this morning,” she admitted after a moment.

“I know.” 

“No, like… actually stressed,” she said. “I thought you were done.” 

“I wasn’t.” 

“You didn’t text.” 

“That was on purpose. And by the way, you didn’t reply.” 

“That’s different.” 

“It’s not.” He stated.

She sighed. “…Okay, maybe it’s not.” 

He turned slightly toward her. “You don’t have to test me like that.” 

“I know,” she said. “I just… I don't want to be the only one who cares more.” 

“You’re not,” he said, without hesitation. 

She looked at him again, searching his face like she needed proof. “Then don’t disappear like that,” she said. 

“Don’t shut me out,” he replied. They held each other’s gaze for a second. 

“Deal,” she said. 

“Deal.” He confirmed.

Hours passed without them noticing. They talked about everything and nothing, old memories, stupid arguments, things they’d never said out loud before. 

The kind of conversation that only happens when there’s no one else around and nowhere else to be. 

At some point, the sun disappeared, replaced by the soft glow of her bedside lamp. She went to her couch and got a blanket down from her cupboard then looked into his eyes, hinting at him to get on the couch next to where she was going to sit. 

“Don’t get used to this,” she said sitting next to him. 

“Too late,” he replied, adjusting the blanket to sit comfortably on both of them. 

She laughed quietly, then settled closer, close enough that their arms brushed, then stayed that way. She reached her hand over to his and interlocked them. He then lifted their conjoined hands up and gave the back of her hand a kiss.

Neither of them moved away.

Later, when the house had gone completely silent, she spoke again. “…You’re not leaving tonight, right?” 

He glanced at her. There was no attitude in her voice now. No teasing. Just something simple and real. 

“You want me to stay?” he asked. S

he hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. “Yeah.” 

He didn’t make a big deal out of it. “Okay,” he said. 

That was enough.

They had gone down to the kitchen and ordered some food in. After they finished the food they cleaned up and Karina grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled him up the stairs to her room.

Karina's bedroom door clicked shut softly behind them, sealing out the world and wrapping Y/n and her in the warm, familiar glow of her bedside lamp. The air hummed with unspoken relief after their week apart, but neither rushed. They stood there for a moment, hands still linked from the walk upstairs, eyes meeting with shy smiles that spoke volumes. 

“I missed this... just being close to you,” Karina whispered, her voice barely above a breath. She squeezed his hand, tugging him gently toward the bed. They sat side by side on the edge, thighs brushing, the mattress dipping under their weight. No hurry, just the comfort of proximity. 

Y/n turned to her, his free hand lifting to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. “Me too. Let's take it slow tonight. I want to savor every second with you.” His thumb grazed her cheek, tracing the soft curve. She leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering closed briefly, a contented sigh escaping her lips. 

They shifted closer, shoulders pressing together, arms wrapping around each other in a loose hug. His chin rested on her shoulder, her head nestling against his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. 

Minutes passed like that, simply holding one another, breaths syncing as tension ebbed away. Karina's fingers began to trace lazy patterns on his back through his shirt, light and exploratory. “You feel so good against me,” she murmured, tilting her head to press a feather-light kiss to his neck. Y/n shivered pleasantly, his hand sliding to her waist, thumb circling gently over the fabric of her shirt.

Emboldened by her touch, he turned his face to hers, their noses brushing. “I love you, Karina.” The words hung sweet between them, the first time it has been said and she smiled, eyes sparkling. “I love you too, Y/n. So much” 

Their lips met then, not in a frantic clash, but a soft, lingering press. It deepened gradually, mouths parting for tentative tongues to touch, hands roaming with increasing confidence. He cupped her face fully now, kissing her like she was precious porcelain. 

They eased back onto the pillows together, still clothed, bodies aligning side by side. Karina's leg draped over his, pulling him nearer, while his hand ventured under her school shirt, fingertips skimming her bare midriff. “Your skin... it's like silk,” he breathed against her lips, making her giggle softly. She mirrored him, slipping her hand beneath his shirt to feel the warmth of his abdomen. “And yours is so warm, so strong.”

Clothes stayed on a bit longer as they explored like this, kisses trailing to jaws, ears, throats. shirts unbuttoned inch by inch, shirts pulled slowly over shoulders. Karina's bra came off next, her breasts spilling free, nipples tightening in the cool air. 

Y/n paused to admire, hands hovering reverently. “You're stunning. These breasts... I could worship them forever.” He leaned in, lips brushing one soft mound, then the peak, sucking gently as she arched with a quiet moan. 

Her hands worked his pants open meanwhile, but unhurriedly, pushing them down his hips just enough to free more skin. “Your body drives me wild, Y/n. This chest, these arms…” She kissed his collarbone, tongue flicking his nipple, drawing a low groan from him. 

His pants and her skirt joined the floor. Panties tugged slowly down her legs. He slowly caressed her thighs. They pressed against each other, grinding lightly, building heat without penetration yet. 

Y/n kissed down her body now, hands spreading her thighs wider. “This pretty pussy... all wet for me already.” He nuzzled her inner thighs, planting slow kisses closer to her core. His tongue finally delved in, parting her folds to lap at her entrance before circling her clit with feather-light strokes. Karina's fingers threaded through his hair, hips lifting shyly. “Feels so good... I love how you taste me.”

He added a finger, sliding it in deep and curling, sucking her clit rhythmically as she grew bolder, moaning louder. “I love you,” she gasped, her first climax washing over her in gentle waves, pussy fluttering around his digit. He lapped every drop, kissing her mound adoringly before crawling back up. 

Karina flipped them gently, more assured now. “My turn to make you feel good.” She peeled off his boxers fully, his cock standing rigid, tip glistening. “God, your cock is perfect, thick, hard, mine.” Her hands stroked him from root to head, lips following suit. She licked the underside, then engulfed him slowly, bobbing with wet sucks, tongue pressing the vein. Y/n's hand rested on her head, not pushing. “Karina... I love you. So much.”

She kissed up his body, savouring every part of his body. She kissed up his neck to his lips. “I need you inside me, Y/n,” She straddled his lap and reached down, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock, guiding the swollen head along her slick slit. 

She teased herself first, rubbing the tip up and down her soaked folds, coating him in her arousal before notching him at her entrance. Slowly, she sank down, her tight pussy stretching around his girth inch by inch. They both moaned in unison as her walls hugged him like a velvet glove. 

Halfway in, she paused, biting her lip, eyes locked on his. “You feel huge... filling me just right.” Another inch, then two more, until her ass met his thighs, fully seated with him buried to the hilt. “So full... perfect fit, like we were made for each other.”

Y/n's hands gripped her hips, thumbs stroking the dip of her waist, marveling at her curves. “God, Karina, your pussy grips me so tight. I love how you take me.” They started rocking together languidly, a gentle rhythm at first, her rolling her hips in slow circles, him thrusting up shallowly to meet her. 

Hands roamed freely now, completely at ease in their nakedness. His palms slid to her ass, kneading the firm, round globes, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her down harder onto him. “This ass is incredible, so perfect for my hands.” She gasped, grinding deeper, her breasts bouncing softly with each motion. 

Karina's fingers splayed across his chest. “Your chest is my favorite... these muscles, so hard under my touch.” She leaned forward, her nipples dragging across his skin as she captured his mouth in a heated kiss, tongues tangling messily. 

Their bodies grew slick with sweat, sliding together effortlessly. His cock plunging in and out of her dripping pussy with wet, obscene sounds. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down her neck, sucking marks into her collarbone. “I love every curve of you. Your waist, these hips that sway just for me, your breasts heaving like this.” 

Emboldened, she sat up straighter, riding him with more confidence, hands braced on his abs for leverage. Y/n's fingers trailed forward, finding her swollen clit amidst the slick mess where they joined. He rubbed firm circles over the sensitive nub, matching the quickening pace of their hips. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.” 

Her breaths came in pants, head thrown back, long hair cascading down her back. “Y/n... yes, right there. Your fingers... your cock...  Fuck I love you” Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, pussy clenching rhythmically around him, milking his length as juices gushed out, soaking his balls.

The sight and feel undid him instantly. “Fuck, Karina. I'm coming!” His cock throbbed violently inside her, hips bucking up as thick ropes of cum erupted, flooding her depths with hot spurts. He held her down, grinding deep to push every drop into her spasming core, their mingled releases leaking out around his base. 

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, breaths ragged and syncing as they came down. Y/n's arms wrapped around her securely, cradling her against his chest, one hand stroking her back in soothing lines while the other cupped her ass possessively. 

She nuzzled into the crook of his neck, pressing lazy kisses to his damp skin, a blissful smile curving her lips. “You're my world, Karina. Every inch of you, your soft skin, your tight pussy, the way you love me. I love you, forever.” She lifted her head, eyes shining with tears of joy, and kissed him tenderly. 

“And I love you, Y/n, your strong body, this cock that fits me so perfectly, your heart that's all mine. Always. Just this—us, forever.” They stayed like that, still joined, bodies cooling as they whispered more affections, fingers exploring idly, reaffirming their unbreakable bond in the quiet afterglow.

They didn’t fall asleep right away. They lay there, side by side, talking in softer voices now, like the quiet mattered. 

At some point, her hand found his again—like it had earlier, automatic and unspoken. 

He squeezed it lightly. “No more fake breakups,” he murmured. 

She shifted closer, resting her head against his shoulder. “No more disappearing,” she replied. 

“Still Yours, Deal?” 

“Deal.” 

And this time, when everything went quiet, it didn’t feel uncertain. It felt steady.