Valentine special!!
warning: SMUT⚠⚠ (if you don't like this kind of writing please don't read this chapter.)

I was heading back to my apartment building when I got a message from Mei. I clicked on the notification and read it.
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                                               MEI💕:

"Can you come over?"

"Sure! But why?"

"BITCH, JUST COME RIGHT NOW."

"OMWWW."
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I locked my phone and turned back to my car, started the engine, and texted Gabriella to let her know I'd be late before heading towards Mei's house. The streets were packed with traffic—people were honking non-stop, and some even got out of their cars to yell at the ones in front. People were mad—mad! But eventually, I managed to get out of the jam and was finally close to Mei's place.

I parked my car and got out, but before I could knock, Mei swung the door open and pulled me inside so hard I almost fell.

"Oh my God, chill, Mei," I said as I steadied myself.

"Sorry, I'm just excited to spend time with you, that's all," they said. They were clearly lying, but I brushed it off.

We sat down and chatted over a cup of mint tea. I updated them about my life, and they did the same. Then, out of nowhere, they suggested we go shopping. I agreed. They quickly got dressed, and we headed out.

The traffic had cleared up, and I was thankful because Mei could get really moody about it.

When we got to the mall, Mei insisted on buying me some new clothes. I didn't need them, but for some reason, they wouldn't take no for an answer. After what felt like hours, we finally finished.

Back at their house, I tried on everything Mei had picked out. Most of it was short dresses, but my favourite was a white mini dress paired with a red leather jacket and knee-high red boots. I felt confident and comfortable in it. When I showed Mei, they gasped and immediately started taking pictures. They always made me feel great about myself.

Mei told me to keep the outfit on and head back to my apartment—but not before adding a few finishing touches. They did my makeup, clipped a small red hair accessory into my hair, handed me a red purse, added some rings, sprayed perfume on me, and so on. Once I was all set, I got into my car and drove home.

As I opened the apartment door, I saw rose petals scattered on the floor along with flickering candles. I kept walking further inside, my boots clicking against the floor, calling out Gabriella's name as I tiptoed towards the kitchen.

And there she was.

Standing there, one hand holding a bouquet of my favourite flowers—tulips—and the other clutching a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

But why?

I kept walking towards her, my thoughts racing. She was visibly shaking, her ears flushed red. She looked so cute.

When I reached her, she handed me the bouquet and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"W-w," Gabriella stuttered.

What's going on?! I thought as a smile curled up on my lips. I giggled at how adorable she was. She pouted for a second, which only made me giggle harder.

Oh my God, she's so cute! I can't believe she's my girlfriend! Every time I look at her, my heart just melts. How is she real? Her smile, her laugh—everything about her is perfect. I just want to hold her, squish her cheeks, and tell her how adorable she is. How did I get this lucky? She's like a literal angel, and every little thing she does makes me fall harder. When she gets excited over small things or does that cute little pout—ugh, I'm done for. I swear, I could just stare at her forever and never get tired of it.

"Will you be my Valentine?" she finally blurted out.

OH MY GOD, SHE DIDN'T JUST—

I could hear her heartbeat, her heavy breathing, and that alone made me nervous. I could feel my face heating up. No one had ever done this for me. No one. Could I finally experience love? Real love?

"Y-YES! OF COURSE, I WILL!" I yelled, practically throwing myself at her as I hugged her tightly.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and let out a big sigh, as if a huge weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. With each passing second, she squeezed me tighter and tighter, making it harder to breathe.

"There's another surprise," Gabriella whispered, finally letting go.

She pointed behind me, and when I turned around, I saw the dining table filled with food—pasta, heart-shaped pizza, cookies, brownies—all of my favourites.

"Oh my! Gabriella, thank you so much," I said, almost tearing up.

We ate, chatted, slow-danced, and played some board games.

It was getting late, so I got up to take a shower. But as I opened the bathroom door, my eyes widened.

The bathtub was filled with rose petals.

I turned my head, and before I could react, Gabriella locked the door and pushed me against the wall. Her lips crashed onto mine, her tongue sliding in. My insides felt warm, and I didn't want to let go. She just kept on kissing me, not stopping. I was getting out of breath when she finally pulled away.

Her eyes kept flicking to my lips, and she kept biting hers. I tried to reach for her face, but she held my wrists and pinned both my arms to the wall. Her grip was strong—it felt like I couldn't move my whole body.

"I need you," Gabriella whispered, but it was still audible. I wanted to say something, anything, but I couldn't. My thoughts were full of words I wanted to say, but my mouth wouldn't move at all.

I felt Gabriella's hands soften their grip until she let go of my wrists.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," Gabriella said, looking down at her feet.

I was about to say something when she started walking to unlock the door, and my body just moved on its own. I grabbed her arm, and when she turned to look at me, I grabbed her face and kissed her.

I saw her cute, stunned face before closing my eyes trying to focus on the kiss. I felt her hands brushing on my face, grabbing it, she kissed me back, and it felt great, her kiss was slow and gentle, her touch made my body tingle, and my stomach turn. I don't think I have ever felt like that before, what was that? My body reacted to every touch, every kiss, every move, I want her.. no.. I NEED her. My head was going blank I didn't know what to think anymore. I felt her hand going to the back of my dress to the zipper under the jacket, we pulled away for a second looked at each other's eye's, Gabriella's eyes gave off.. desire. Lust. Passion. Need.

Gabriella's hand shifted to my lower back, then to the hem of my jacket. She peered into my eyes.

"Can I?.. take this off, I mean" She was nervous, which was slightly unusual from her, out of character. Without hesitation, I nodded, feeling her slipping the leather jacket past my shoulders and down my arms, leaving my hands up till my shoulders were bare, the sleeveless dress not doing much to cover the skin placed against my bones. I felt a shiver run up my spine as her eyes glazed over my form, placing her hands against my he fabric of my dress

Her fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns against the fabric, the warmth of her touch seeping through the thin material. My breath hitched, my body responding before my mind could catch up.

Gabriella's eyes flicked up to meet mine, searching, questioning. There was something vulnerable in the way she held herself—uncertainty mixing with quiet determination. I wasn't used to seeing her like this, unsure yet still moving forward, drawn in despite herself.

"You're beautiful," she murmured, almost as if the words escaped her before she could stop them. A warmth bloomed in my chest, spreading outwards, curling around my ribs like ivy.

I swallowed, trying to steady myself. "You don't have to be nervous," I said softly. "It's just me."

She let out a breathy chuckle, shaking her head. "That's exactly why."

Before I could respond, she moved, her hands sliding higher, brushing against my bare shoulders. A slow, careful touch—like she was afraid I might disappear if she wasn't gentle enough. I reached for her instinctively, fingertips grazing the inside of her wrist before trailing up her arm.

The air between us felt electric, charged with something delicate and powerful all at once. A storm waiting to hit, a moment suspended between now and whatever came next.

"Gabriella..." I whispered, unsure what I was about to say, but needing to say something.

She leaned in, her breath warm against my skin. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

I didn't.

Gabriella started kissing me again, her lips trailing from mine down to my neck, then lower, brushing against my collarbone before hovering near my chest. Each touch sent a ripple of warmth through me, my skin prickling under her attention.

Her fingers splayed against my waist, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't bear even the smallest distance between us. My breath hitched as she pressed soft, lingering kisses along the curve of my shoulder, her lips tracing paths of heat wherever they landed.

I tilted my head back, eyes fluttering shut, surrendering to the sensation of her mouth exploring me, tasting me. There was something reverent in the way she touched me—like she was committing each inch of me to memory, learning every reaction, every shiver, every quiet gasp.

"You're stunning," she murmured against my skin, her voice husky, raw with emotion.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, gently pulling her closer. "So are you," I whispered back, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes dark with something unreadable. But I knew what she was asking, even if she didn't say it out loud.

And so, instead of words, I answered with a kiss—deep, slow, filled with every unspoken thing that lingered between us. She understood. And she didn't hold back.

She kissed me back, aggressively pinning me against the wall, her grip tightening as our bodies pressed together. Her whimpers grew louder with every passing second, each sound igniting something deep within me. Slowly, she began sinking to her knees, her lips leaving a burning trail along my skin. The sensation was overwhelming, almost unbearable. She glanced up at me from beneath her lashes, her gaze filled with something darker, something hungrier. God, she looked even hotter like this.

Her hands slid up my thighs, her fingers cool against my heated skin, sending a shiver coursing through me. I trembled slightly, unable to suppress my reaction. I wanted her closer—needed her closer—as if we weren't already pressed together enough.

"You look so fucking good, Mia," she whispered, her head resting against my thighs.

I turned my face away, trying to hide the flush creeping over my cheeks, but it was useless. The warmth of her breath against my skin, the proximity of her lips—it all made me feel something unfamiliar, something new and electrifying.

And then it happened.

She started kissing my thighs, soft and slow, her lips brushing against my skin in a way that sent my entire body into disarray. My legs threatened to give out beneath me.

What the hell!?

A gasp tore from my lips before I could stop it.

"Fuck, Gabby!" I moaned, my back arching involuntarily.

She paused, eyes wide, almost startled by my reaction—until a teasing smirk curled at the corners of her mouth.

"You like that?" she murmured, her smirk deepening.

Fuck.

I could only nod, my face burning as I covered it with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself. But there was no hiding from her. She saw right through me.

Gabriella stood up, pressing her lips against mine once more as her fingers found the zipper of my dress. Slowly, deliberately, she pulled it down, the fabric loosening around me before sliding off completely. A chill ran down my spine as the cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver.

Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and intense, making my stomach flip.

"If you don't want to go any further, just let me know," she murmured, her hands cradling my face with such care that it made my chest ache.

She always made me feel safe. With her, I never had to be afraid.

"I trust you," I whispered. "Do whatever you want to me, Gabriella."

Wrapping my arms around her neck, I pulled her in, surrendering to the fire between us.

Gabriella's breath hitched at my words, her pupils darkening with desire. I felt her fingers trail down my sides, tracing my curves as if memorising them. The air between us was thick, charged, and I swore my skin was burning everywhere she touched.

Her lips found mine again, softer this time, slower, as though savouring the moment. She tasted of something sweet, intoxicating, and I was already drunk on her.

My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her impossibly closer. I needed her—needed to feel her against me, to drown in her warmth. She let out a low hum of approval before deepening the kiss, her tongue sweeping against mine in a way that made my knees weak.

She broke away just enough to whisper against my lips.

"You're shaking."

Was I? I hadn't even realised.

Her hands slid down to my waist, holding me steady as she pressed a lingering kiss to my jaw. "Relax, love," she murmured, her voice low, soothing. "I've got you."

The way she said it, the way she looked at me like I was something precious—it made my chest ache.

"I know," I whispered, and I did.

Gabriella's fingers skimmed over my bare skin, sending shivers racing down my spine. My body reacted before my mind could catch up, arching into her touch. She smirked at my response but said nothing, her lips moving to the hollow of my throat, placing featherlight kisses along my collarbone.

Every kiss felt like a promise, a silent declaration.

I bit my lip, trying to keep quiet, but the moment her tongue flicked against the sensitive spot on my neck, a soft whimper escaped me.

Gabriella chuckled, her breath warm against my skin. "So responsive..." she mused, her voice thick with amusement and something else—something that sent heat pooling low in my stomach.

I didn't trust my voice to speak, so I let my actions do the talking. My hands roamed over her body, feeling the toned muscles beneath her clothes, the way her breathing hitched when I traced my fingers over the small of her back.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her gaze searching. "Mia..." My name on her lips sounded different—softer, filled with something unspoken.

"Gabby?" I asked, breathless.

For a moment, she just stared, as if committing every detail of me to memory. Then, with a small, almost shy smile, she whispered, "I really love you."

My heart clenched.

I'd known it. Felt it in the way she touched me, in the way she always made sure I was okay, but hearing it—hearing her say it—was something else entirely.

A slow smile spread across my face as I cupped her cheeks, brushing my thumbs over her skin. "I love you too," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gabriella exhaled a shaky breath, like she'd been holding it in for too long, before capturing my lips in a kiss that was all emotion—tender, deep, filled with everything words could never fully express.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Just her. Just us. And I never wanted it to end.

Gabriella's lips lingered on mine, slow and deliberate, as if she wanted to memorise every second. Her hands moved with the same tenderness, caressing my skin, tracing the shape of me like I was something fragile—something she was afraid to break.

But I wasn't fragile.

I wanted her to hold me tighter, kiss me deeper, make me forget everything except her.

I let my fingers slide under her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin against my palms. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching as my nails grazed her back.

"Fuck, Mia," she groaned, pressing her forehead against mine.

I smiled, feeling a rush of confidence. "What?" I teased, my fingers drawing small circles against the dip of her spine.

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "You're driving me insane."

"Good."

Before she could say anything else, I pulled her back into a kiss, this time taking control. She let me, surrendering to me completely, and something about that made me dizzy. The power I had over her in that moment, the way she melted under my touch, sent heat coursing through my veins.

Gabriella's hands moved to the backs of my thighs, lifting me with ease. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around her waist, my arms tightening around her neck. She carried me effortlessly, pressing me against the wall again, her body fitting perfectly against mine.

Our breaths mingled, shallow and uneven, as she gazed at me with dark, hooded eyes. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and I was sure I looked just as wrecked as she did.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she murmured, her voice thick with desire.

"Then show me," I challenged, running my fingers through her hair, tugging lightly.

Something in her expression changed—something primal, hungry.

She kissed me again, deeper this time, her tongue teasing mine in a way that made my toes curl. My body burned for her, every nerve ending alight with need.

Her hands roamed over me, slow and deliberate, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. My dress was already gone, and now, I felt the coolness of the air against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating between us.

Gabriella pulled back just enough to look at me, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Are you sure?" she asked softly.

The way she looked at me—like I was the most precious thing in the world—made my heart ache.

I nodded, my breath catching. "Yes," I whispered. "I want this. I want you."

A slow, almost relieved smile spread across her face before she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, my cheek, my lips.

"Then let me take care of you," she murmured.

And I did.

I let myself fall completely, drowning in her touch, in her warmth, in the way she made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered.

Because to her, I was.

I felt myself backing away from the wall, my legs barely holding me up as Gabriella's hands guided me. She turned toward the bathtub, her grip firm yet gentle as she sat me down on the edge. My breath was uneven, my body already betraying me, anticipation thrumming beneath my skin.

Then, without breaking eye contact, Gabriella reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. My mouth went dry.

She moved with such effortless confidence, her fingers unfastening her belt, then her trousers, pushing them down her hips. My breath hitched as more of her body came into view. The defined muscles of her arms, the sharp lines of her abs—God, she looked unreal.

Are we really doing this?

Heat surged through me as I took her in, my stomach twisting with something between nerves and desire.

Gabriella smirked slightly, clearly noticing the way my eyes roamed over her. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she sank to her knees in front of me, her lips capturing mine again, deep and slow, like she wanted to savour the taste of me.

Her hands trailed down my back, her fingers skilled and precise as they found the clasp of my bra. With a single motion, she unhooked it effortlessly, the straps sliding down my arms. A shiver ran through me—not from the cool air, but from the way she looked at me, her gaze dark and unreadable.

When we were finally bare, she guided me into the tub, her strong hands steadying me as I stepped in. The warmth of the water wrapped around my skin, easing the tension in my muscles. But the second Gabriella slid in behind me, her body pressing against mine, any chance of relaxation vanished.

Her arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against her. My head tilted back instinctively, resting against her shoulder as her lips brushed over my neck, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along my skin.

Then I felt it.

Her hand slipped lower, fingertips teasing at the edge of where I needed her most. My breath hitched, my thighs tensing as my eyes widened in shock before squeezing shut.

What's happening to me?

A deep warmth spread through me, my body reacting in ways I didn't fully understand.

Gabriella's other hand cupped my jaw, tilting my face toward hers as she kissed me again, this time deeper, hungrier. Her tongue explored my mouth, claiming me completely.

I felt my body surrender, melting into her touch. And all I could do was hold on.

The second Gabriella's fingers moved against me, my whole body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping my lips. My mind couldn't keep up with the way she touched me—confident, slow, like she knew exactly how to unravel me.

My head fell back onto her shoulder, my breath coming out in shallow pants. The heat of the water, the warmth of her skin against mine, the way her fingers worked me—it was too much, and yet not enough.

Her other hand traced up my stomach, ghosting over my skin before sliding to my throat. She didn't squeeze, just rested her palm there, as if feeling every shuddering breath I took. My body tensed, then melted, the contrast between her firm hold and her gentle touch making my head spin.

I reached back, gripping her thigh beneath the water, needing something—anything—to ground me. Gabriella's chuckle was soft but laced with satisfaction.

"That's it," she whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just below my ear, sucking lightly. "Let me hear you."

A whimper escaped me, my legs trembling as she worked me harder, her movements deliberate, teasing. My body arched against her, desperate, needy.

"Fuck, Gabriella," I gasped, barely recognising my own voice.

She hummed in approval, her grip on my throat tightening slightly, sending another wave of heat through me.

"You're so beautiful like this," she breathed, her lips trailing down my jaw, my neck, her teeth grazing over my pulse. "Falling apart for me."

I was. God, I was.

Her pace quickened, and my grip on her leg tightened, nails digging into her skin. She didn't seem to mind—in fact, it only made her smirk against my neck.

"Are you close?" she asked, her tone almost mocking, like she already knew the answer.

I nodded frantically, my breaths coming in short, desperate gasps. My entire body was trembling, heat pooling low in my stomach, threatening to consume me.

Gabriella's lips brushed against my ear, her voice dark and commanding.

"Then cum for me."

The second she said it, my body shattered.

A cry tore from my lips, my back arching as waves of pleasure crashed through me, drowning me in her. I clung to her, my fingers gripping her wrist as aftershocks rolled through me, leaving me breathless.

Gabriella held me through it, her touch slowing but never leaving me. She kissed my temple, her other hand stroking soothing circles against my waist, grounding me as I slowly came back to reality.

I turned my head slightly, looking up at her, my body still trembling. Her expression had softened, but her eyes remained dark, filled with something possessive.

I swallowed hard, still breathless.

"You're—" I tried to form words, but my mind was blank.

Gabriella smirked, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face. "That good?"

I let out a breathless laugh, shaking my head, still dazed. "You're—unbelievable."

She grinned, pressing one last, lingering kiss against my shoulder. "I know."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips.

Still, as I lay against her, the warmth of the water surrounding us, the steady rhythm of her breathing calming my own, I realised something.

I didn't just want her like this.

I wanted her always.

Love isn't just an emotion; it's a force that connects us all. It's in the way we lift each other up when life gets heavy, in the understanding found between words, and in the courage to be vulnerable with someone who sees you for who you truly are. Love isn't perfect, but it's real, and it's worth every moment spent nurturing it.

Mia's outfit:

Gabriella's outfit:

Thank you UrHopeless_romantic  for helping me write this chapter 🤍
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END OF CHAPTER 16!

Q: did you get a valentine?

A: no. 🥲