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[krislizz]

Happy Birthday, Beautiful

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It’s Belle’s birthday and Suresh wants to make sure she starts the day off right.

Pre-villa one-shot in which I expanded on a flashback from my villa fic, Written in the Stars.

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Belle tossed and turned as the sunlight beamed in through the windows of her apartment and the warm summer air breezed her body. Her head was pounding from the night before, the thought of getting out of bed enough to make her nauseous. Begging for more sleep, she threw the blanket over her head and shut her eyes, but she was abruptly awoken when she heard the door to her bedroom creak open. She peeked through the blanket and saw him, standing there with a warm smile on his face, holding a tray with all of her favorites. A stack of chocolate chip pancakes with bananas on top and just the right amount of syrup. A bowl of her favorite fruits; strawberries, mangoes, and pineapple. A mug filled with what she presumed was green tea, her favorite drink in the morning. A tall glass of champagne topped with orange juice. And a vase filled with red roses, her favorite flower. A smile grew on her tired face as she felt her hangover disappear, and her heart felt warm with love as she admired the man in front of her.

“Resh…”

She hurriedly began to get out of bed to show her appreciation for his beautiful gesture, but he quickly stopped her.

“Shh. Stay in bed, don’t get up.”

He approached the bed and placed the tray down in front of her, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her soft lips.

“Happy birthday, beautiful.”

She felt her whole body relax and her heart grew warm as she realized how much she truly loved him. As he sat down next to her, she reached for the mimosa he had prepared for her and took a sip. Feeling his eyes locked onto her, she turned to face him and was met with complete adoration in his eyes. Holding each other’s gaze, his soft expression soon turned into a hungry stare, and his eyes darkened.

“Have I ever told you how fucking hot you look in the mornings?” he asked as he swiftly picked up the tray and moved it onto the bedside table, not breaking eye contact for a second.

“Yes, but I still love hearing it,” she responded, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Well, I think you deserve an early birthday present.”

He threw the covers off of the bed and positioned his body right over hers, going in for a hungry kiss filled with passion and desperation. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and was soon met with hers, their kiss becoming quicker and more desperate by the minute. He pulled away and quickly pulled her satin tank top over her head, exposing her tender breasts. He looked down over her body with a greedy smoulder, as if admiring what he knew belonged to him.

He went in for another hungry kiss, trailing them down her body. Starting from her soft lips, to her defined jawline, down her neck, spending extra time on the spot where her neck met her shoulder, which he knew would drive her wild. He grabbed her breast with one of his hands, playing with her nipple as he sucked and kissed at her neck. His other hand, which he had around her waist, began to make it’s way lower, his thumb toying with the top of her lace underwear.

In between moans and shaky breaths, she spoke softly, pleadingly.

“Resh… Please… I, I need you…”

He let out a deep groan and trailed kisses up the side of her neck, stopping right before her ear.

“I love when you beg for it,” he growled, before moving his head lower and putting his soft lips all over her breast, sucking at her nipple and flicking it with his tongue. At the same time, he allowed his fingers that had been playing with her underwear to slip underneath the fabric and began touching her where she so desperately needed him, his thumb circling her sensitive clit.

She knew how much he loved to hear her, how much it drove him wild. Not making any attempt to stay quiet, she let out a guttural moan and moved her hands to his head, running her fingers through his thick black hair.

Thumb still tracing circles on her clit, without warning he slammed two fingers deep into her entrance, making her whine with desperation.

“Fuck , you’re so fucking wet for me baby,” he growled, slowly moving his fingers in and out of her sopping wet pussy. “So wet for me, and it’s all mine,” he said, licking his lips.

He raised his head so he was positioned perfectly above her, removed his fingers, and slammed them back into her, adding a third. The loud moan that wanted so desperately to escape her was caught by Suresh’s lips crashing onto hers, and she groaned into his mouth with agony, causing him to quicken his pace on her clit.

He moved his lips back to her ear, his breath hot on her neck, and whispered softly. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby. Anything you need. I want to make you feel good.”

She swiftly pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his beautifully chiseled chest. Keeping one hand tangled in his hair, she allowed the other to wrap around his body, running her long nails up and down his defined back.

“I need to feel you inside me, baby,” she said, voice shaking with anticipation. “And I want you to fuck me so hard, I can’t walk for days.”

As the last word escaped her mouth, she dug her nails deep into his skin, slowly sliding them down his back, causing him to groan so loud she thought she might come undone right then and there.

“Fuck baby, you’re so fucking hot,” he growled, removing his hand from underneath her underwear and tearing them off of her with one swift motion. “I’m gonna make you wish you never said that.”

He got to his knees above her, hurriedly taking off his pants and boxers, exposing his already hard cock. She went to reach for it, desperate to take his length in her hand, but he stopped her, pinning both her hands against the pillow above her head.

“Be patient my love,” he said, devilishly grinning. “Be a good girl and I’ll give you what you want.”

In one swift motion, he let go of her hands and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto her stomach. She immediately got on her knees, arching her back, ready for him. But instead of feeling his hard length against her like she so desperately needed, she felt his fingers teasing her entrance once again, slipping their way inside with ease. Desperate for more, she pushed her body back against him, and he quickly removed his fingers from her soaking wet pussy. Before she had time to beg for more, she felt a sharp pain as he forcefully slapped her ass, grabbing it so hard after she imagined his knuckles were turning white. She let out a loud, desperate, moan as he lowered his voice into a commanding growl.

“I told you to be a good girl for me, Arabella.”

He took the hand that was gripping her ass and snaked it around her waist, lining his cock up with her sopping wet entrance. He inched the tip in, letting a breathy moan escape him, driving her absolutely wild.

“Please Resh, pl- please baby…”

“Fuck ”

He slammed his entire length into her, causing an almost animalistic groan to escape her. He paused for a minute, allowing her to adjust to his size as he always did. After a moment, keeping his one hand on the back of her waist just above her ass, he reached for her hair with the other, pulling it hard so that her head was yanked back, giving him complete control.

He slammed in and out of her with a steady rhythm, groaning and growling and panting like an animal devouring it’s prey. Overwhelmed with pleasure, no words could escape her, only breathy moans and whimpers, and he gave her praises in between his own moans.

“Fuck baby, you take it so well. You take all of me so well, you little slut. You feel so fucking good, baby.”

He took the one hand that was gripping her waist and moved it up her back, pressing down so that her back was arched so much she thought it might break. Pulling her hair back even harder, he increased his pace and slammed in and out of her harder and harder. Her breath was caught in her throat, only loud and pleading whimpers escaping her as the pressure started to build inside of her.

“I know baby, I know,” he groaned. “If it’s too much for you just give me the signal, okay?”

But stopping was the last thing she wanted to do. He released her hair, her head immediately falling onto the pillow, and delivered another forceful slap to her ass as she buried her face into the satin underneath her and let out a guttural moan.

Slowing down his rhythm, he spanked her again, making her see stars. “Harder,” she managed to say, in between shaky breaths and whimpers. He slapped her one final time, and she was sure that one would leave a bruise. Desperate for more, she pushed her hips back into him, trying to match his pace. He sped up again, obviously getting the message, and bent her back even more to the point where her stomach was nearly touching the sheets beneath her.

The pressure was building more and more with each forceful stroke, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Baby… I- I’m so close… fuck baby I’m really close…”

He growled and took the hand that was gripping her ass and snaked it around to the front of her stomach, getting closer and closer to where she desperately needed to feel him.

“Beg me for it, baby… I- fuck…I need you to beg me to let you cum.”

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Fuck, please let me c- cum, baby… please”

“Good girl.”

He lowered his hand and started to quickly trace circles on her clit with his thumb, matching his own rhythm. Before long, the pressure enveloped her and she felt her much awaited release. She writhed and whimpered below him, eyes rolling to the back of her head, and she soon felt his own release inside of her as well. In between his loud groans, he let out a series of curses and praises, her name on his tongue like the most beautiful sound on earth.

“Fuck, Belle, baby, you’re so good for me when you take me like that,” he growled. “You love it when I fill you up, you little slut.”

With a few final strokes they were both out of breath, and at once he let go of her waist, allowing her to collapse onto the bed. He lowered himself on top of her, planting soft kisses up and down her body, holding her so close as if clinging onto the only thing that mattered to him in that moment.

After a few moments he pulled out from her, and he collapsed onto the bed next to her, pulling her in close. She knew how affectionate he was every time after they had sex, holding her tight and making sure she was okay. It was one of her favorite things about him, the way he could be rough and animalistic in bed, and then hold her like a soft, delicate, flower afterwards.

“Baby, that was so fucking good,” she said softly, almost whispering.

“I know,” he responded, still out of breath. “Was it too much for you?”

“It was perfect, baby.”

He held her even tighter, planting soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks, and giving her a passionate, delicate kiss to her soft lips.

“Resh,” she said, caught in a haze, feeling as if she was in a dream she never wanted to wake up from.

“Hm?”

“Promise me you’ll never let go.”

She saw him smile, and he closed his eyes contentedly, holding her tight.

“Promise.”

#litg #litg suresh #litg fanfic #litg season 5 #love island the game #ex in the villa #one shot

[krislizz]

The Final Recoupling (one-shot)

“I got a text!”

“Grace, you will be choosing first. Please stand and make your decision.”

Suresh felt his heart sink to the floor. This was it. The final recoupling, his final chance to win her back, and he had fucked it up. What was the point? Why did he come here? All he did was make things worse, he thought, and to have to stand here and watch her pick someone else was going to hurt more than anything. Knowing that some other lad would be able to enjoy her, to treat her how he should have. To experience what an amazing person she is, and to be loved by her just like he had. To be able to see how perfect she looked in the mornings, snuggled up in his arms. To witness her beautiful mouth curl into a radiant smile and her big brown eyes glisten whenever she looked at him. To be able to take her on amazing dates, ones that would probably top all of this. His heart belonged to Grace, and now, she was going to choose someone else. She was going to shatter his heart into a million pieces the same as he did to her. At least I deserve it, he thought.

He watched as the beautiful, strong woman he once could call his own stood up and took a deep breath. Why does she look so nervous?

“Right,” she started, voice shakier than he had ever heard it before. “I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and before this moment, my head was absolutely gone. I’ve been through so much shit in here, my head was telling me a million different things. But right now, my heart is telling me one thing.”

He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t bare to see this happen. Was he supposed to clap and cheer along with the rest of his friends as she chose a future with someone else? She meant everything to him, and without her, he had nothing. His leg was bouncing up and down, hands shaking uncontrollably. This was too much for him to handle.

She paused, glancing at the other islanders one by one, until her eyes fell right on him.

What the fuck?

Without taking her eyes off him, she started speaking again.

“I thought I wanted a fresh start when I first came in here.”

He felt his heart genuinely skip a beat in his chest, and his breath became caught in his throat. There’s no way…

“I was really excited on the first day, to meet some new guys and start a new fairytale romance. But then I saw this boy, and I knew from the moment he first looked at me with those beautiful eyes and charming smile of his that our story was far from being over.”

Suresh felt like he was dreaming. How is this happening? There was no way she was taking him back, after everything he put her through. He thought he blew it, he was certain she had moved on. Had she truly forgiven him? Had his plan really worked?

“Our time in here has been anything but a fairytale, believe me.”

Grace let out a laugh and gave him a hopeful smile that told him everything he needed to know. He saw tears starting to form in her eyes, and before he could help it, he felt one of his one fall from his eye and run down his cheek.

“But in the end, regardless of all the shit we’ve put each other through, he will always have my heart. Every time he looks at me, my stomach becomes a flutter of butterflies. Every time he holds me, I feel safe, as if I’m home, where I belong. Every time he says my name, my heart pounds so much I think I might explode. And I would never trade any of those feelings for the world.”

Suresh’s single tear had quickly turned into him quietly sobbing into his shirt sleeve. What has she done to me? He never cries, only on the rarest of occasions. But something about Grace had made him softer than ever before. Her, standing here, confessing her love for him, it was all he had ever wanted. All he had ever dreamed of.

“I know a lot of you might call me a fool for this, but I don’t care. Although our story is anything but, he makes me feel like I’m in a fairytale. And I never want that feeling to end.”

She blinked back a few tears of her own, and suddenly began to walk over to where Suresh was standing. Stopping right in front of him, she grabbed his hands and held them tight, as if she never wanted to let go. He squeezed them back a thousand times harder, feeling exactly the same.

“Resh, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for every thing I put you through. We were never perfect, and I made a lot of mistakes too. You spent your entire time here apologizing to me and trying to prove that you had changed, so now it’s my turn. Losing you was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me as well, and I never want to experience that again. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and we were both stupid enough to forget that the first time around. But I mean it this time Resh, so, if you’ll have me, I’d love to be yours again.”

She raised her hand to his face and gently wiped away some of his tears, and in that moment, he was done for. He let go of her hands, pushing her hair behind her ear with one of his own and putting the other around her waist, pulling her in close.

He had no words. He stood there, looking at the only person who mattered to him in that moment, trying to wrap his head around what she had just said. He closed his eyes, and felt his lips moving, mumbling out the only word he could form.

“Grace,”

He opened his eyes and was met with hers again, glistening with tears as she awaited his response.

“I love you.”

He closed the gap between them, allowing their lips to crash together with an endless amount of passion and desire. He briefly heard the cheers and claps of his fellow islanders, but the noise soon faded as he became enveloped in her. Her scent, her taste, the way she felt in his arms, it was enough to make him weak in the knees. Overwhelmed with every emotion, he became lost in her soft lips. She gently grabbed a fist full of his hair, just as she knew he liked, and he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

She pulled away, trying to catch her breath.

“Is that a yes then?” she asked, voice shakier than before.

He let out a soft laugh, and pulled her in to a warm embrace.

“Of course, angel. You’re mine. How could I ever say no?”

She nestled her face into his neck and he felt her sobbing into him, same as he was before. In between sobs, her heard her mumble one last sentence.

“I love you too.”

He still couldn’t tell this was real, or if he was dreaming, but in that moment, he knew one thing for sure.

He was never going to let go of her again.