Hi! I was wondering if you take NSFW requests??? I have one for all the Slytherin boys (Mattheo and tom riddle, Enzo, and Theodore )
Hii anon, thank you for the request! ☺️ 💕
Sorry about any confusion, I actually don't take NSFW writing requests on my page just yet! I just started, so I haven't decided. Right now, I can take non-NSFW writing requests. (Doesn't have to be fluff.)
That being said, I am open to making semi-NSFW bots on Janitor AI for the Slytherin boys. (Semi-NSFW where it's like a spicy, suggestive intro, and NSFW will most likely be generated by the bot right after.)
If you'd like to message me (either privately or via requests) with any specific plots/ideas for Mattheo, Tom, Enzo, and Theo, I’d be happy to create them for you!
If anything changes (like if I start taking NSFW writing requests), I'll update my page!
“Vocês precisam se resolver, caralho. Aposto que você sente a falta dele, da mesma forma que ele sente a sua”.
Felipe me mandava várias mensagens, preocupado com Enzo. E no fundo, eu sabia que ele estava certo. Eu também sofria. E muito. E saber que estava fazendo Enzo sofrer, esmagava ainda mais o meu coração.
Como eu poderia pegar um voo para Montevidéu e agir como se nada tivesse acontecido? Eu não poderia simplesmente chegar, olhar em seus olhos sorri e pedir que ele me aceitasse de volta. Ou poderia?
Respirei fundo, tentando me concentrar em meus estudos. A prova de título estava chegando, finalmente receberia meu título em pediatria. Mas faltava algo. Alguém.
Faltava ele.
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“Tem certeza que não virá para o lançamento do livro?”
Talvez ele não me queira aí.
“Pode ter certeza que ele quer sim. Ele não perdeu apenas a namorada, também perdeu a melhor amiga.”
Como poderíamos voltar a ser amigos, depois de tudo que vivemos? Eu também havia perdido o meu melhor amigo e essa dor não passava e nem irá passar.
Foda-se!
Eu precisava vê-lo. Já havia quase quatro meses que tínhamos nos visto pela última vez. Eu o amava e isso não irá mudar nunca. Serei egoista, pegarei um avião e vou dar meu melhor sorriso e pegar aquele homem de volta. A pior decisão que havia tomado em minha vida, foi deixá-lo ir e eu não vou perder mais tempo.
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O evento na Sala Azul no prédio da Intendência de Montevidéu estava cheio. Eu o via de longe e sentia meu coração bater cada vez mais forte. Minhas mãos suavam e não fazia a mínima ideia de como agir daqui para frente.
Talvez eu devesse ir embora. Girei meu corpo em direção a saída mais próxima e dei de cara com Felipe entrando.
“ Nem ouse pensar nisso.” - ele sorriu de lado, enquanto me puxava para um abraço. - “É muito bom te ver, depois de tanto tempo.”
“Eu também senti a sua falta”- sorri e soltei um suspiro, enquanto me libertava do seu abraço- “Não quero que ele me veja aqui por enquanto”.
“Covarde”
“Quando se trata de Enzo, acho que sou mesmo”
Sai daí e subi até o vigésimo segundo andar, onde ficava o mirador panorâmico fiquei sentada em um dos bancos que tinham ali, observando tudo a minha volta, sem ter ideia do que fazer daqui para frente. Na minha cabeça eu já tinha planejado, mas quando se trata de Enzo, eu tenho medo. Medo de acabar fazendo sofrer ainda mais.
Que saudades eu estava desse lugar. No Brasil eu estava em casa, mas aqui é o meu verdadeiro lar.
Aos poucos algumas pessoas estavam vindo para o mesmo local onde eu estava, para terem uma visão privilegiada da noite Uruguaia e parece que a mesma coragem que me fez subir em um avião estava retornando para o meu corpo.
Respirei fundo e forcei o meu corpo a retornar para o interior do evento. Não avistei mais o Felipe, mas o motivo que me fez vir até aqui, encontrou o meu olhar e senti tudo ao meu redor congelar: Enzo me olhava com um misto de surpresa e carinho, um sorriso tímido surgiu em seu rosto e senti minhas pernas bambearem. O meu corpo sempre reagia a ele de maneira positiva.
Ele pediu licença para as pessoas com quem estava conversando e veio correndo em minha direção.
“Oi”- falamos ao mesmo tempo.
“Eu não fazia ideia que você viria. Posso te dar um abraço?”- ele perguntou sem graça, enquanto passava a mão pelos seus cabelos, agora bem mais longo do que eu me lembrava.
“Só se autografar o meu livro.”- sorri, mostrando o exemplar de seu livro em minhas mãos- gostei do cabelo.
“E ainda faço uma dedicatória especial”.
O puxei para um abraço e seu cheiro de menta e canela invadiu o meu nariz. Eu estava em casa. Eu me sentia completa, inteira novamente.
“Senti tanto a sua falta, pequena”- Enzo sussurrou em meu ouvido, enquanto passava o nariz pelos meus cabelo- “Deus, como eu senti a sua falta.”
Me afastei um pouco, apenas o suficiente para que nossos olhares se conectassem novamente.
“Eu também senti a sua falta e sinto muito pelo que aconteceu na última vez que nos vimos.”- sorri timidamente, enquanto abria o livro na primeira página, revelando um envelope que eu havia colocado dentro.- “quero meu autógrafo, Vogrincic. E esse envelope é para você. Também fiquei sabendo que está atrás de alguém para dividir o aluguel.
Ele me olhava confuso enquanto abria o envelope e lia o conteúdo que estava em seu interior.
“Então quer dizer que você não vai mais embora?”- ele sorria.
“Não. Agora eu tenho licença para trabalhar em qualquer hospital daqui e se você ainda me quiser, podemos tentar uma outra vez”- falei timidamente- “sei que fui esgoísta da última vez, mas eu me arrependo muito por tudo que eu te disse. Mas também vou entender caso você não queira mais nada comigo.”.
In a world full of boys, he's a gentleman || lorenzo bershire x reader
Summary: In a world full of boys who are loud, reckless, and self-absorbed, you’ve learned to expect little courtesy. Then comes Lorenzo Berkshire—a boy whose gentleness is almost shocking. He notices, he waits, he treats you like you matter. And slowly, through small gestures, quiet conversations, and shared moments, you start to realize that maybe, in a world of chaos, he is exactly what your heart has been looking for.
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You’d gotten used to it by now. The chaos of hallways, the loud laughter bouncing off stone walls, the careless boys who thought the world revolved around them. You were used to the pushed notebooks, the snatched snacks, the teasing remarks that were meant to sting just enough to make you flinch. It was exhausting, but it was life—and somehow, you had adapted. Then he appeared. Lorenzo Berkshire. He wasn’t loud. He didn’t shove or tease. He didn’t flash a grin to charm anyone or elbow his way through crowds. No, Lorenzo moved differently—like a soft note in a world of blaring horns. You noticed him the first time when he held the door open for you. Not out of obligation, not as a show, but simply because he had seen you struggle to pull the heavy door with your bag full of books.
“Thank you,” you muttered, too shy to add more.
He smiled softly, an easy, patient smile that somehow made your chest tighten. “Of course,” he said simply, stepping aside so you could pass. And that was it. Just a simple act. Yet, somehow, it lingered in your thoughts longer than anything anyone else had done all week.
Days passed, and you started noticing him more. He wasn’t the kind of boy who made grand gestures to be noticed. No, his presence was quiet, like sunlight spilling gently across a library table. He remembered things—little things. The way you twisted your pen when you were nervous, the book you always carried, the tea you preferred over coffee. It was almost absurd how attentive he was without seeming aware of it at all.
One afternoon, the cafeteria was chaotic as usual. Someone had knocked over your tray, sending your lunch spilling onto the floor, and the boys around you laughed, barely helping. Then Lorenzo appeared. He crouched down beside you, hands steady and careful, picking up the spilled sandwich and napkins. “Here,” he said, sliding a clean tray across to you. “I think this one is yours.”
Your cheeks flushed, a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. “Thanks… Lorenzo.”
He shrugged, brushing invisible dust from his sleeve. “It happens. No one needs to make a big deal out of it.”
And just like that, the world felt a little softer.
Weeks passed, and his small gestures accumulated like a quiet symphony of care. He held umbrellas over your head when it rained, lent you his jacket when your shoulders shivered from the cold, and saved you a seat in the library without a word—just a simple folded note saying, “Saved you a spot. Don’t tell anyone.” You found yourself looking for him now. Searching for his calm presence amid the chaos. It was strange, unsettling even, to want someone so steady when you were used to so much noise and unpredictability. But you couldn’t help it. There was something about Lorenzo that made you feel safe, like you could exhale and not worry about being shoved aside or overlooked.
And then, of course, there was his teasing. Soft, light, perfectly measured teasing that never hurt. “You’re humming again,” he said one afternoon, tilting his head as you doodled absentmindedly in your notebook. “I hope you don’t expect me to join in.”
“Maybe you should,” you muttered, feeling a smile tug at your lips.
“I’ll pass,” he said, the corners of his mouth lifting. “Your music is… unique. I wouldn’t want to ruin it with mine.”
You laughed softly, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, a quiet bubble of warmth in a noisy school.
One rainy afternoon, the sky dark and heavy with clouds, you found yourself running late, umbrella forgotten in the chaos of the morning. You were soaked before you even made it halfway to your class. “Need some help?” a calm voice asked. You looked up to see him, his own umbrella extended, eyes steady and concerned. Without waiting for an answer, he moved closer, letting the umbrella cover both of you. His jacket brushed against your shoulder, warmth seeping through your soaked layers.
“Thanks,” you whispered, words nearly lost to the rain.
He smiled softly, and you noticed it again—the way he never tried to dazzle anyone with charm, the way he just… was. “It’s no problem. Don’t catch a cold, okay?”
You couldn’t help but think that no one else had ever cared enough to ask something so simple, so quiet, yet so profoundly comforting.
Evenings were the worst sometimes. Homework piled up, your mind restless, and everyone else too noisy or distracted to be bothered. But Lorenzo… he always seemed to notice. One evening in the library, he slid a cup of hot chocolate across the table to you, untouched but warm. “You look like you need this more than I do,” he said softly.
You blinked, staring at him like he was some kind of strange, kind miracle. “How did you…?”
He shrugged, a soft, unassuming motion. “I pay attention. It’s nothing special.”
But it felt like the world had tilted slightly, like someone had finally noticed you in a way that mattered.
You started walking together more. Side by side, sometimes hand in hand, though never forced. He never rushed, never pushed. The quiet comfort of his presence became addictive, something you realized you craved more than you wanted to admit. One day, under the amber glow of autumn leaves, he brushed a strand of hair from your face, holding your gaze with his calm brown eyes. “You’re quiet today,” he noted softly.
“Just thinking,” you said, heart hammering for reasons you didn’t understand.
He nodded, gentle as ever. “Well, if you need someone to think with… I’m here.”
The words were simple, but the way he said them—the patience, the warmth, the complete absence of pressure—made your chest ache in a new way.
It wasn’t a dramatic declaration, no grand gestures or shouted confessions. It was quiet, intimate, almost imperceptible at first. But you felt it in every small moment: the way he waited for your opinion before giving his, the way his hand lingered just a second too long when handing you a pen, the way he caught your eye with a soft smile that said, I notice you.
Then came the day when you realized exactly how deeply you felt for him. You’d had a terrible day—notes lost, arguments with friends, a storm of feelings you didn’t want to share. You tried to hide it, but he noticed anyway. He didn’t ask questions, didn’t prod. He simply sat beside you, offered a warm scarf, and let you lean on his shoulder without a word.
“Everything okay?” he asked finally, voice low and calm.
You shook your head, voice breaking slightly. “I… I just feel… tired. Tired of everything.”
He nodded, not offering empty platitudes, just presence. And then, a hand brushed lightly over yours, fingers interlacing naturally. The warmth, the quiet strength, the gentleness… it was all too much and yet exactly right.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’m here. You don’t have to face it alone.”
And in that moment, it clicked. The world of loud, careless boys faded away. Their teasing, their arrogance, their thoughtlessness—it all became background noise. Because here was Lorenzo, steady, kind, gentle, and perfectly present.
You leaned closer, resting your head lightly against his shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He didn’t move, didn’t rush. He simply let you be, let you breathe, let you exist without fear or judgment.
“In a world full of boys,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your hand, “I’ll be a gentleman. For you.”
Your heart stuttered. You smiled softly, closing your eyes, letting the warmth and gentleness wash over you. “I think… I’ve been waiting for you without even knowing it.”
He chuckled softly, low and warm, a sound that wrapped around you like a blanket. “Good. I’m glad I’m here then.”
And you realized, as his hand tightened gently around yours and the quiet hum of the school carried on around you, that some things—some people—were worth noticing, worth waiting for, worth letting in. In a world full of chaos, he was your calm. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman, and he was yours.
「BABYSITTER!LORENZO - He’s charm and a silver-tongued devil wrapped in good looks and dreamy brown eyes. Fooling the eyes of the beholder came easy with a sweet upturn of his lips and a pretty gaze— of course it left no room to assume his true intentions, not for a moment. Why suspect an enchanting gentleman who treated all children with kindness, matching their energy and excitement like he was a kid himself.」
「BABYSITTER!LORENZO - It was out of the goodness of his heart when he decided to take the opportunity to babysit a kid from across the street, even going out of his way to reassure the parents that he’d take care of the little kiddo, insisting that they should enjoy their night out; ‘take all the time you need!’ he says… but for what? A hundred bucks? Oh no. He had his eyes set on something prettier. A grouchy kitten who seemed set on despising him for the extent of his visit; although, it was part of his personal policy to make sure the entire family was content with his work. It wouldn’t be long till you start singing a different tune by the time he’s done with you…」
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Summary: When Adeline joins the mission to rescue her uncle from a Soviet prison, she doesn't expect to meet Dmitri "Enzo" Antonov, or to find herself drawn to him amid danger, secrets, and a burning connection that draws her to him.
Wordcount: 559
Warnings: None
Full Story on my Wattpad: Possum617204
Adeline POV
I rolled out of bed at the ungodly hour that was 6 am, the floor cold as my feet touched it. I groaned, dragging my blanket with me for a moment before letting it fall to the floor.
'One more day until the holidays,' I reminded myself, like a battle cry for Uni students, too emotionally drained to care anymore.
Down the hall, I heard chaos: Will yelling something about glue, El asking for help, Joyce calling out for someone to grab their lunch boxes. Typical morning.
I rubbed my face, then grabbed the nearest semi-clean jeans and a wrinkled band tee that had been living on my floor for about a week. The shirt smelled like dryer sheets and sleep. Good enough.
Downstairs, the smell of toast and burnt coffee filled the kitchen. Joyce was already at her desk, half-dressed, hair in a messy bun, glasses on her nose. She was muttering to herself while typing furiously. She said she liked working from home. Said it gave her "freedom." But most mornings, she looked one minor inconvenience away from throwing the entire computer out the window.
"Morning," I said, snagging a piece of toast.
"Morning, honey," she replied, barely glancing up. Then, "Is that the same shirt from Tuesday?"
"Define 'same'," I replied, heading for the door.
The sharp honk of a van outside cut through the house. Argyle. Right on time.
I swiped a banana and threw on my backpack just as Jonathan ambled in, still half-asleep, his eyes bloodshot. He blinked at me, then reached for the coffee pot. "You good?"
"As good as anyone forced to do a group presentation at 8 a.m."
He grunted in sympathy.
Outside, Argyle leaned out the driver's window, a wide grin on his face. "Rise and shine, brochacha! You ready to taste freedom?"
I high-fived him as I hopped in. The van smelled like weed, pine air freshener, and whatever pizza he'd eaten last night. El and Will climbed in next, carefully balancing their school projects like precious cargo.
"Hold on to your butts!" Argyle shouted as the van lurched forward, tires squealing just a bit too much for suburban comfort.
I leaned my head against the window and watched the beige houses roll by. This place was so... average. Neat lawns. American flags. Nothing like Hawkins. Hawkins had secrets. Had soul. Had danger lurking in the woods and something unspoken in the air.
Lenora Hills just had sun.
After Jim died, I didn't have anyone left. My mom had taken off years ago, and my dad... well, Jim was the one who showed up at school events, who taught me how to fight back without getting suspended, who called me "Addie" in a way that made me feel safe. When the news came, when I was told he was gone... it was like someone hit pause on my life. And never hit play again.
Joyce didn't have to offer me a place. But she did. No hesitation. Just... kindness. I hated that I couldn't love this place the way she wanted me to. I glanced toward the front. El was staring at her hands, quiet as always. Will was fiddling with his drawing pad. Jonathan had slumped sideways against the window, probably already asleep.
I turned my gaze back outside.
One more day until the holidays.
But something in my chest said the break wouldn't be peaceful.
Lorenzo has been a constant in your life since third year, friendly and a little flirty. But it’s not like he’s into you.. unless?
enzo x fem!reader, reader is hufflepuff and a little oblivious, flirt!enzo and down bad!enzo, fluff and comedy, 1.6k words
You'd known Lorenzo Berkshire since third year, when you'd been potions partners with Pansy and had to ask her a question at breakfast one morning. You'd walked up with a quiet determination, sunlight shining off your yellow robes as you stopped at the Slytherin table.
He'd been the first person to notice you, "badger behind you, pans."
Ever since then he's hung around, not friends necessarily, but more than just classmates.
In fifth year he'd joined the Herbology Club you ran, only to stop coming after a couple months when his plants kept dying and you inevitably had to handle yours and his.
He didn't want to make more work for you, so he hung up his gardening gloves and stuck to joining his friends in dueling club. But he still found ways into your bubble— sitting at your table in the library, asking to trade his chocolate frogs for your sugar quills, one time he even found your lost cat.
You'd grown to enjoy his presence, his constant smile and friendly banter.
"Pssst, yn."
Flitwick had just started talking about levitation charms in the front of the room, but Enzo was seated behind you and had been tapping your shoulder insistently for the last three minutes.
"Yes, Enzo?"
"Do you have an extra quill? I thought I grabbed one this morning but it was actually just this," he trails off with a shrug, a delicate pink rose in his hand. "We can trade?"
Next to him, Theodore starts laughing and quickly covers it with a cough.
You laugh at the Slytherin boy, "how on earth did you not notice the difference?"
Enzo just shrugs, "I mean they're the same size."
You smile at him, furrowing your brow as you concentrate on your wand, quickly transfiguring the flower into a quill.
"There you go!"
Enzo's face falls, and you wonder what you did wrong, but he quickly smiles again.
"Oh perfect, thanks." He smiles easily, "your spell work is almost as beautiful as your eyes, you know."
Theo falls into another coughing fit, but you just say a quick 'thank you' to Enzo before turning around to focus again.
You hear sounds suspiciously like smacking from behind you, but politely ignore them.
When you leave class that day, Lorenzo chases you down. "Hey flower, can you transfigure mine back?"
You glance over, the boyish charm practically radiating off of him as he falls into step with you, sleeves rolled up and hair falling down over his eyes from his rush.
"I'm sure you could do it yourself Enzo, you're a plenty capable wizard."
He grins, "that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. But if I did it myself I would miss this golden opportunity."
You look around the halls, trying to gather anything extraordinary going on.
"Opportunity for what?"
"To walk my favorite Hufflepuff to class, obviously."
You roll your eyes, and transfigure his quill back to a rose.
He pauses when you reach the potions classroom.
"Aren't you going to be late to your class?" You question.
"Probably. Worth it though."
He throws a charming wink your way before disappearing down the hallway, and you do your best to fight the blush rising to your cheeks.
"Was that Lorenzo?" Susan asks, a teasing lilt in her voice.
"Yes, it was. He was just being friendly."
You set your books down next to her, and she lets out a squeal.
"Is that why he gave you a flower? Because he's such a good friend?"
You look down at your books and spot the rose from earlier right on top of your textbook, now transfigured into a glowing yellow color.
"Shut up."
She laughs maniacally until Snape shushes her, and for once you're glad.
You see Lorenzo again at lunchtime, his tie is loose and hangs low on his neck, tracing the spot where his unbuttoned shirt shows a little too much skin than necessary.
You drag your eyes away from him as he smoothly navigates through the sea of bodies crowding the hall towards the Slytherin table.
It's not your fault you felt a little lightheaded from looking at him, Enzo was one of those guys that flirted as easy as he breathed and always seemed ready for a photograph, how's a girl supposed to just not notice?
You're about ready to give Susan the Heimlich maneuver when she starts letting out sharp choking sounds behind her mouth full of treacle tart, but you're distracted by a movement beside you.
Enzo flopped down on the bench, a flurry of robes and effortless charm. "Is this seat taken?"
You shake your head one time, "all yours."
He grins, reaching over for some carrots and refilling your glass of pumpkin juice as he goes.
"I knew you wouldn't save it for someone who doesn't appreciate your neat cutlery work like I do."
"What does that even mean?" you hear Susan whispering to the girl next to her.
You look down at your meal, where you've cut it into equal pieces, each one the perfect size and shape.
"How'd you notice that?"
"I notice everything, lovely."
One of the professors shoos him away from his incorrect house table, but you can't fight the smile on your face as he waves sadly to you from across the hall.
"That man is in love with you."
"Not true! He's a flirt, it has nothing to do with me."
Susan rolls her eyes.
"Right, tell that to your slowly forming bouquet."
You look down with a startle, seeing your glass of pumpkin juice transfigured into a vase, another soft colored rose staring back at you. Then down at your plate, where the knife next to your table looks suspiciously green and non-cutting.
You pass Enzo in the hall on the way to your last class, and he stops you with a serious look on his face.
"Yn, I need your help."
You stop in your tracks immediately, "of course, what can I do?"
He sets a peice of parchment down in front of you, the top of it labeled 'My Honey (badger)' in looping cursive handwriting.
"I can't think of anything that rhymes with herbology club!"
You stare up at him in confusion.
"Are you writing poetry?"
He shrugs flippantly, "I was feeling very inspired this morning. You're annoyingly sweet when you tutor those first years in your free period."
You look up at him in surprise, confused when and how Lorenzo had seemingly noticed everything about you.
You open your mouth and close it again, not sure how to even respond.
"See I've got 'your eyes are like sun dappled honey. I'd drop kick a boggart any day for you, bunny.' But it just feels a little stale."
You blink at him. Once. Twice.
"You're funny, Lorenzo. You can always rhyme pub with club. Like where you get butterbeer!"
He looks at you bewildered as you continue down the hallway.
You're thrilled when classes end that day, and within five minutes of the bell ringing, you're sprawled out on a blanket in the courtyard under one of the looming oak trees.
A book on healing herbs sits in front of you, and there's a stack of biscuits in the tin next to it. Three roses lay on your lap, their buttery gold color reflecting the sunlight as it peeks through the branches.
"There you are."
There's a flurry of motion next to you and then Enzo is once again at your side, relaxed and smiling like he belongs there.
"Did you need something? I've got snacks if you want some."
You've never noticed how soft Lorenzo's gaze is before, or how gently he smiles at you.
"I always need something when I come to see you, it's not food though."
"You should still have one, hard to charm witches on an empty stomach."
"You do realize I only ever charm one witch, right?"
You blink, "Who?"
He lets out a laugh. It's soft, amused, and slightly exasperated.
"You really don't get it?"
"Get what?"
"Yn, I've been flirting with you for three years."
Your eyes go wide. "You have?”
He lets out a full body laugh. "I thought it was obvious."
"I thought you were just friendly!"
"I've found any excuse to see you, gifted you flowers, I even wrote admittedly horrible but still very heartfelt poetry about you!”
You collapse into a fit of giggles as the exasperation fills his voice, and you feel your shoulders bumping as your body racks with laughter.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you. I just didn't realize."
He huffs out a sigh, but his eyes are still soft as you calm down and look up at him. You finally notice the barely covered affection in his face.
"So, you have a crush on me?"
It nearly sends you into another fit of giggles, but he shoves your shoulder.
"Don't say it like that! You make me sound like a school girl!"
"Enzo you literally wrote poetry about me."
"Whatever."
You reach over, gently taking his hand and relishing the way his head snaps towards you at the action, big smile already overtaking his face.
"If you like me so much, why haven't you asked me on a date yet?"
With one motion he's used your connected hands to pick you up off the ground and start pulling you back towards the castle.
"I'm going to take you on the world's greatest impromptu first date ever!"
"Right now???"
"Don't you think I've waited long enough?" He gives you a pair of gleaming eyes, and you already know he's going to get his way far too often with that look.
aproveitando esse clima gostosinho de outono no Rio de janeiro pra voltar a fanficar com Enzo.
Otoño 🌬️
Era outono em Montevideo,na sua opinião uma das estações mais gostosas do ano. Era uma sexta a noite,o apartamento estava aquecido, diferente do clima lá fora ,onde a noite caia e o frio aparecia.
Todas as sextas à noite , você e Enzo deitavam no sofá para ver um filme e ficar de chamego aproveitando o clima frio para poderem ficar grudadinhos ,coisa que não faziam no verão. Em trinta minutos de filme você e Enzo já nem prestavam mais atenção no que se passava na televisão, se beijavam lento e molhado , você se esfregava no uruguaio na intenção de mais contato,ele como um bom entendedor separou suas pernas e levou os dedos em encontro ao seu meio já encharcado, não pode evitar de sorrir. Ele fazia movimentos circulares por cima da calcinha, enquanto você soltava arfares manhosas querendo mais.
Sua mão que estava sob os cabelos sedosos de Enzo, desceu para o volume dentro do short leve dele, você apertou o pau já duro por cima do tecido, fazendo o homem soltar um arfar em sua boca.
Os dedos compridos e grossos de Enzo te levavam ao céu, entrando e saindo com facilidade de você já que estava ensopada pela excitação. Enzo distribuía beijos e mordidas pelo seu pescoço, descendo até seus seios com os mamilos durinhos , não demorou muito para ele abocanhar um deles e chupar seu biquinho como um bebê faminto. Enzo não aguentava mais ,precisava te comer. Começou passando a cabecinha inchada pela sua bucetinha necessitada , porém não aguentou provocar por muito tempo, invadiu seu buraquinho estreito,alargando com o pau grosso e quente. Os movimentos eram precisos, o encaixe de vocês era perfeito como se fossem feitos um para o outro. Ele ondulava o quadril em encontro ao seu, te causando uma sensação inexplicável.
Já estavam uma completa bagunça, suados e ofegantes,mas queriam mais. Inverteu a posição, começando a cavalgar com força em cima dele. Sentia todo o comprimento de Enzo em você,sentia cada centímetro. Não demorou muito para seu orgasmo se aproximar, começou a esfregar a pélvis no mais velho sentindo sua bucetinha piscar ao redor da grossura do pau dele. Atingiu o ápice de maneira enlouquecedora , sentiu seu corpo relaxar e logo após Enzo gozou dentro de você, dando mais algumas investidas por baixo para prolongar o prazer.
Após estarem completamente satisfeitos ,se recomporam e deitaram juntinhos novamente,dessa vez prestando atenção no filme que passava na tevê,pelo menos por enquanto...
Era uma tradição você e Enzo saírem para dançar em todos os aniversários de casamento de vocês. Lembrava como se fosse ontem da primeira vez que ele te levou para dançar, no primeiro aniversário de casamento. O restaurante antigo que tocava salsa e tinha uma espécie de pista de dança já era mais do que conhecido por vocês, o ambiente pouco iluminado e os rostos já conhecidos tornavam o lugar aconchegante e confortável, isso até o quinto ano de casamento,onde você sentia Enzo distante de você mesmo dormindo na mesma cama todas as noites. O casamento não era perfeito, vocês não acreditavam em perfeição matrimonial,mas sempre foi algo saudável e tranquilo.
Enzo sempre foi muito franco em relação a tudo,sempre conversavam sobre tudo e por tudo, exceto nesse quinto ano, onde você sentia que estava morando com um estranho,um estranho que um dia foi o grande amor da sua vida, na verdade ainda era ou melhor sempre será. Manter uma relação fria não era o seu forte , então com a intenção de se resolver com seu marido,chamou Enzo para uma conversa afim de descobrir o porquê da mudança repentina. E foi naquela noite, faltando 2 semanas para completarem o quinto ano de casamento que Enzo admitiu que tinha outra , jogando toda aquela bomba em seus braços sem dó e nem piedade.
A separação foi inevitável,jamais conseguiria viver ao lado de alguém que foi capaz de te trair, porém todas as noites quando passava pelo restaurante que uma dia foi o lar das danças de vocês, a caminho de casa pensava, Enzo (in)felizmente será sua dança inesquecível.
esse foi curtinho pq eu ainda tô tentando voltar ao ritmo, beijinhos
