A/N: I actually wrote this in class...yeh.
My seat neighbour glanced at the paper I was writing on a few times and looked at me with a terrified and disgusted look on his face...Haha. I was just like: bitch if you don't like what yo readin' then don't look at it, ya shank.
Your P.O.V.
Thomas came home at 11pm the sixth time in a row yesterday. I had it. He was definitely cheating on me and I was gonna break up with him today. I already packed a bag with some stuff I needed and after I would do it I would stay at my best friends house for a while until I found my own apartment. I loved Thomas and I dreaded breaking up with him but I couldn't handle him cheating anymore. It was slowly eating me up, destroying me.
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I was sitting on the couch in our -soon to be only his- living room, my bag sitting next to the front door, ready to be snatched away and dragged to my car. It was 10:58 pm and Thomas still wasn't home.
10:59pm.
11pm.
Thomas came through the door I was staring at and looked at me with shock in his eyes. Shocked that I was still awake.
"Thomas, we need to talk.", I started.
"No, Y/N, I need to talk to you!", Thomas kinda shouted back. The kind of shouting that wasn't filled with anger but love.
"Y/N, I love you and you know that. The sentence 'We need to talk..' almost always leads to a break-up. And I can't loose you. Not now, not ever. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me, you are the love of my life, everything I have and everything I am belongs to you. I love y...", I cut him of.
"NO THOMAS, STOP, STOP MAKING SHIT UP JUST SO YOU CAN KEEP FUCKING ME AND ANOTHER BITCH. I REALLY DIDN'T WANNA DO THIS AND I REALLY, REALLY DON'T WANNA LOOSE YOU BUT YOU ARE THE ONE CHEATING, NOT ME!!!", I broke down, tears spilling out of my eyes.
"Y/N!", he shouted, "I'm not cheating on you. I love you. Please believe me. Please.", at this point tears started rushing down his cheeks too.
"NO THOMAS, I'VE HAD ENOUGH. I CAN NOT DO THIS ANYMORE. FIVE DAYS IN A ROW YOU COME HOME LATE SMELLING LIKE A STRANGER. SMELLING OF CINNAMON, ALCOHOL AND SMOKE. I'M FUCKING SICK OF. I'M S-SICK OF IT.
I TRULY AM IN LOVE WITH YOU BUT SUPPOSEDLY YOU DON'T LOVE ME ENOUGH TO NOT CHEAT ON ME OR MAYBE I'M JUST NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!
I DON'T KNOW IF I'M ASKING TOO MUCH, WHICH I DON'T THINK, BUT I WANNA BE LOVED BY A BOYFRIEND WHO CARES ABOUT ME AND DOES NOT, I REPEAT NOT CHEAT!"
Thomas came closer and looked deep into my beautiful Y/E/C eyes. One step at a time he came closer. Until I could literally feel his hot breath swishing and swooping along my face. Slowly, he looked down to my lips.
A look of guilt and love mixed together spread across his face. It was intoxicating. I never should have let him come this close to me.
I should have pushed him back, should have screamed at him some more. Make him feel even more guilt for betraying me. But I couldn't. It was as if I was in some kind of trance. I could smell the cinnamon. I could smell the alcohol. And I could definitely smell the smoke.
He was surrounded by a cloud of those smells. I wanted to puke but strangely, somehow it smelled good. It smelled OK. And without even realising what was going on his lips were pressed onto mine. I kissed back. I had no control over my body whatsoever. It was moving by itself and so, my hands slowly slid up his arms, my hands tangling themselves in his sandy-blonde hair. He pulled me closer and closer and closer. The kiss was full of anger and frustration but surprisingly, mostly love. Gentle and passionate love. He pulled away.
"Y/N, I would never cheat on you. Hear me out, please. I was just so bloody depressed the past half year. I haven't gotten any auditions lately and because I was already so worried I didn't want you worrying also. Because of that I started smoking and drinking again. I went to the pub down the street every night the past week and drank my favorite...Cinnamon vodka.", he started with a sad smile plastered across his (pretty ass, I'm sorry) face. "I know I should have told you and I'm so, so sorry...I love you Y/N. Please don't leave me." Tears stung my eyes again. "Bu-ut Thomas, how can I believe you? How can I trust you with this? How can I tell if this was the truth? Honestly, I-I don't know what to do." It was the truth. How could I possibly tell if he was lying. What if this was just some kind of excuse. "Then let me show you how much I love you, sweetheart."
He leaned back in and planted his lips onto mine once again.
Passionately and rough, the make out started to get hot.
Thomas pushed me against the wall, then left sweet and hot kisses down my neck until his lips met with my collarbone.
A soft moan escaped my now plump lips. It felt like time stopped and we were spinning in circles.
Everything evolved around us and only us.
He slipped out of his shirt and threw it somewhere. The soft thump of his shirt hitting the floor could be heard. Slowly, he traced his fingers along the buttons of my blouse and opened them. It gave me goosebumps. I was showered with wet kisses trailing along from my chest to my bellybutton. I slipped my arms out of the sleeves of my blouse and threw it in the direction of Thomas' shirt. His fingers brushed my skin until he reached my bra hook carefully. As if I could break any moment. He unhooked my bra in one swift motion, let it slide of my arms and hit the ground. He began massaging my left boobie (O'm sorry..not sorry) and took my right one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over my nipple. I slightly moaned and began unzipping his pants. Pulling his pants and boxers down, he began massaging my thighs soothingly and moving his fingers up to my entrance. I needed him right now. I needed the satisfaction. The satisfaction of him being inside me. Fucking me senseless. Our skin meeting with a loud slapping sound. Ripping of all the clothes that were left, we roamed or hands over the naked skin. Thomas moved his hands to my clit and started rubbing. I moaned his name out loud turning him on a lot. "Yes babygirl, scream my name. Make everyone know that you belong to me. You belong to me!", Thomas groaned. Yes indeed, truly I belonged to him. And he belonged to me. Only me. I was beginning to get frustrated the longer he circled my clit with his thumb. "Thomas, I need you inside me.", I breathed. He put on a condom and lined himself up at my entrance pushing his length inside me all the way. I screamed out in pain and pleasure. It was absolute heaven. I felt like I was flying through clouds of cotton candy. It felt so good. Everything about it. His touch was gentle though rough also. I felt tingles all around my body. Everywhere our skin met as he thrusted inside me. Electricity pumping throughout my body. "Thomas, fa-faster, please." He picked up his pace and thrusted into me with more power, depth and speed, whispering sweet nothings into my ear. Our moans and groans filled the room. The occasional 'I love you' and quiet whimpering. His face buried in the crook of my neck, leaving small kisses. I felt the knot inside my stomach grow harder and I knew I was about to cum. Trying to hold it back to make it last longer I informed Thomas. "Thomas, I'm gonna...", he cut me of. "I know kitten, me too." He pushed into me a few more times, my moans getting loader by the second. I was so close to hitting my climax and I could literally feel he was too. His thrust getting sloppier and out of rhythm. I came. My walls clenching, driving Thomas further. And then he came. I could feel the warmth of his fluids through the condom. He pulled out and I whimpered at the feeling. He discarded the condom that was soaking with both his and my cum. Being showered with about a million sweet kisses all over my naked body, he whispered into my ear:"Y/N Y/L/N, you are the love of my life. Don't ever try to bloody break up with me again. I would never cheat on you. You are perfect and more than I could ever wish for. You are my home. I could never not be in love with you. I'm really sorry I made you feel that way. I had not realised that you were feeling unloved and betrayed. I love you so, so much."
And in that moment, I really felt loved, appreciated and cared for.
