Selin
The days after that night…
they didn't feel like days.
They felt like something we weren't supposed to have. There were no "odd days." No rules. No pressure.
It was just us. We acted like a normal couple, our intimacy started to increase. From our hands lingering on each others' bodies, to small pecks every now and then.
My weight loss had reached a plateau, and I stopped losing weight for now, which I was grateful for.
I had become horrifyingly skinny, and as much I hated to admit it; I was scared Alekos would get disgusted by my figure.
I was lost in that thought, when Alexos snapped me away from my thoughts, "Should we?"
"What?" I asked still in a daze
"Should we go out for lunch?" He asked, looking at me with those large eyes. I smiled and I wanted to say yes, but the reflection of myself on the flat screen made me say no.
He didn't answer right away.
Not because he didn't hear me.
But because he saw it.
The way my smile didn't reach my eyes.
The way my arms instinctively folded over my body.
The way I avoided looking at him.
"Why not?" he asked quietly.
I shrugged, turning away slightly. "I'm just… not feeling it today."
A lie.
A weak one.
And he knew it.
"Selin."
That tone.
The one that didn't let me run.
I sighed, still facing the screen instead of him. "I don't look like someone who should be out in public right now."
Silence.
Then—
footsteps.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Until he was standing behind me.
Close.
Too close.
My breath caught before I could stop it.
"Turn around," he said softly.
I shook my head immediately. "No."
"Selin."
"I said no, Alekos."
But my voice had already cracked.
And that was enough for him.
His hands didn't grab me.
Didn't force me.
They just… settled on my arms.
Warm.
Steady.
And gently—
he turned me toward him.
I tried to look away.
He didn't let me.
His fingers came up, light against my chin, guiding my face back.
"Look at me."
I did.
Reluctantly.
And I hated how exposed I felt under his gaze.
"I look sick," I said before he could speak. "I look like I'm disappearing, and I don't—"
"Stop."
Firm.
Not harsh.
Just enough to cut through everything.
My lips parted.
"You don't get to decide what I see when I look at you," he said quietly.
My throat tightened.
"Alekos—"
"No," he continued, softer now. "You don't."
His thumb brushed lightly along my jaw.
"And what I see?" he added, his voice dropping, almost like it meant something to him, "is you."
Tears burned my eyes instantly.
"That's not enough," I whispered.
"It is for me."
Silence.
I searched his face.
For doubt.
For hesitation.
For anything that would prove he was just saying it.
There was nothing.
Just him.
Just… truth.
"I know you're scared," he said. "I am too."
His hand slipped down, resting lightly at my waist—not gripping, not claiming.
Just there.
"But don't hide from me," he added. "Not now."
My chest ached.
Because that was the part I didn't know how to do.
Not hide.
Not protect him.
Not protect myself.
"…I don't want you to look at me and feel bad," I admitted.
"I don't," he said immediately.
"You should."
"I don't."
My voice broke. "I'm getting worse."
His jaw tightened slightly.
"I know," he said.
And somehow—
that hurt more than denial.
But it also felt… real.
Grounded.
"You won't even touch me like before anymore."
The words came out before I could stop them.
Sharp.
Ugly.
Honest.
Alekos froze.
"What?"
"You heard me," I said, my voice trembling now. "You're disgusted by how I look."
His expression shifted immediately—confusion, then disbelief.
"No, I don't—"
"You don't get to decide that," I cut in. "I can see it. I can feel it."
His jaw tightened.
"You don't get to decide how I see you," he said, voice low but firm. "You're Selin. The Selin I've known my entire life."
"That's not true!" I snapped. "You won't even touch me anymore."
Silence hit.
Heavy.
Because part of it… wasn't a lie.
His voice dropped.
"I don't want to hurt you."
I laughed bitterly. "No. You don't want to be near me."
"That's not—"
"And you don't love me."
That one landed.
Hard.
He went still.
Completely still.
Then—
"You've made that abundantly clear."
My chest tightened.
Because I heard it.
The hurt in his voice.
The anger.
The truth he thought he was holding onto.
"You really think that?" I whispered.
He didn't answer.
Didn't deny it.
And something inside me just… broke.
"I love you."
The words tore out of me.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
"You fucking idiot," I choked, tears spilling over. "I love you, but I didn't want to get your hopes up for something that's not going to last."
His head snapped up.
"I'm literally dying," I continued, my voice cracking completely now. "Do you understand that? I'm disappearing right in front of you, and you think I'm going to sit here and let you build a future around me?"
My breath hitched.
"I already look like a corpse," I whispered.
That was it.
That was the moment everything shattered.
Alekos
"Don't."
My voice came out rough.
Too rough.
Like I was holding something back.
"Don't say that."
She laughed through her tears. "Why? It's true."
"No, it's not."
"It is—"
"I said don't."
Silence.
I stepped forward.
This time—
I didn't hesitate.
My hands found her face, her arms, her shoulders—careful, yes, but there.
Present.
Real.
"Is this me not touching you?" I demanded, my voice shaking now.
Her breath caught.
I swallowed hard.
"I stopped because I was scared," I admitted. "Not because I was disgusted."
Her eyes searched mine.
"Scared of what?"
"Of breaking you," I said. "Of pushing too far. Of wanting too much when I don't even know how much time we have left."
That landed.
I exhaled sharply.
"Don't you ever," I added, my voice breaking now, "stand in front of me and tell me I'm disgusted by you when you're the only thing I can't look away from."
Silence.
Raw.
Exposed.
Real.
Selin
His hands were on my shoulders.
Firm.
Present.
But still—
held back.
Like there was a line he wouldn't cross.
Like I might break if he did.
And that?
That hurt more than if he hadn't touched me at all.
A small laugh slipped out of me.
Not happy.
Not soft.
Just… bitter.
"You hear yourself?" I said quietly.
His brows pulled together. "What?"
"You're saying all these things," I continued, my voice trembling, "but your hands are telling me something completely different."
His grip tightened slightly.
Confused.
Hurt.
"What are you talking about?"
I looked down at where he held me.
Then back at him.
"You're still scared to touch me."
"That's not—"
"It is," I cut in, my voice sharper now. "You're holding me like I'm going to fall apart if you breathe wrong."
Silence.
He didn't deny it.
And that was enough.
A hollow laugh escaped me.
"You're disgusted," I said softly.
His face dropped immediately. "Selin—"
"You are," I insisted, shaking my head. "And you can say whatever you want, but you'll never touch me the way you did before."
His eyes darkened.
He lunged in front of me and carried me in his arms - held me in his arms.
He placed me on the dining table.
He ripped my shirt apart, unclasped my bra, and started to kiss my upper body, and he ran his hand through his hair and took the cup of water nearby, drank some and placed an ice cube in between his teeth and he traced my body from my jaw all the way to cunt after ripping my shorts and underwear away, of course.
He dropped the ice cube, and started to eat me out like I was going to vanish, which was ironic because I was.
He stood and looked at me, those green eyes looking, his pupils dilated.
He started to kiss me, roughly.
His hand followed the ice cube's trail, and he inserted his hand in me. I tried to make a sound, but he deepened the kiss, and he kept moving harder, faster, and I honestly needed it -needed him.
He kept going and whispered in my ear, "Do you still think I'm disgusted?" I wanted to say something, but the only that came out of my mouth was, "Fuck me harder."
Alexos
"Fuck me, harder" she was practically begging. I really didn't want to cause her any pain; she's the one that holds my heart. I didn't want to lay a scratch on her, but she made that immensely hard.
She sensed my restraint and I could feel the sense of ecstasy in her face, so she spread her legs wider, and said, "Please fuck me harder."
I felt a sense of something in my spine; I whipped my dick out and had my way with her, she held my shoulders and clawed at my back. I didn't care what she was doing to me, she could take a bit out of my arm and I'd still continue to proceed with her desires. Her sounds put me into a trance and this was the first time I could look into her eyes - those two colored eyes- the ones that hypnotize me, everytime. One of her eyes is grey, the other is hazel and they're currently rolling to the back of her head, while she screamed my name.
" Alexos, Please," her begging made me come back to what was going on, I was fucking the girl I've dreamed of since I was nineteen, which didn't help her cause at all, I slowed my pace and started to fuck her harder, and her moans increased.
"Ale," She shivered as she came, but I still wasn't done. I went for a few more minutes until I finished inside her. She wanted a baby, I'll give it to her one way or another.
I snapped back into reality once I saw her exhaustion, and I immediately approached her asking if she was alright.
"Alexos," I hummed, waiting for her to tell me to get her a set of clothes or carry her into the bathroom for a shower, but instead…
"Let me suck your dick," I instantly got hard again.
"No, it'll cause too much strain on you–" I got interrupted as she sat me down on one of the dining room chairs, and she got on her knees.
"Selin, no, uh fuck" I couldn't even complete my sentence when she put my dick in her mouth, and no matter how much I tried to stop her, she wouldn't. I know she's doing this because she thinks I'm disgusted by her, but how could I ever?
I touched her face as she continued on her little quest. My eyes were rolling back as I moaned her name. she had tears pouring from her eyes, and cum trickling from her jaw, and holy fuck.
I made her stand up, and I fucked her again on the couch over, and over, and over again. I needed to make sure how much I loved her, and my little lady was rough. The past few days weren't enough, and who am I to say no?
We collapsed on the coach, and she gave a long kiss.
"I love you, Ale," she snuggled into my arms and all I could do was look up at the ceiling. Thankful for everything that just happened.