Forgive and Forget: A TCOAAL Story

Isa's apartment was shit. Like absolute dogshit. That was the only way Andrew could describe it.

The walls were stained, the floors cracked, and the windows barely held together. A musty scent lingered in the air, a mix of old wood, dust, and whatever the hell was growing in the corners. It was barely liveable, but considering Isa's financial situation, he wasn't surprised. Her parents had abandoned her years ago, packing up and moving to Spain to live with her older siblings, leaving Isa behind to fend for herself. A low-wage job at McDonald's didn't exactly afford her much more than this dump.

"I know it looks like complete ass... I wish I had a better place for you to stay," Isa muttered, rubbing the back of her neck as she surveyed the pitiful excuse for an apartment with visible shame.

Andrew shrugged, dropping his bag on the floor with a dull thud. "It's fine. It's a hell of a lot better than the motels I usually crash in."

The place was small-a studio, if you could even call it that. The kitchen was barely functional, the bathroom was practically a closet, and in the middle of the so-called bedroom was a mattress with some mismatched pillows and a single, thin blanket. Next to it, stacked in a messy pile, were... books?

Andrew raised an eyebrow as he crouched down, picking one up and flipping through the pages. "What the hell is this? Some kind of Japanese cartoons?" His eyes scanned the page before they widened in horror. "Wait, what the fu-?"

Before he could process any more, Isa snatched the book out of his hands, clutching it to her chest like a lifeline. Andrew stared at her, his expression a mix of disbelief and mild disgust.

"Did I just see-are those dudes fucking each other? In your comic books!?"

Isa huffed, pouting as she held the manga tighter. "It's called manga, and yes."

Andrew's lips curled in amused disbelief. "You seriously read this shit?"

Isa chuckled at his reaction, her amethyst eyes gleaming with mischief. "What? A girl can't have her fun?"

Andrew scoffed, reaching for another book in the pile, but Isa smacked his hand away before he could touch it. "Unless you wanna be flashed with dicks, I suggest you don't look."

Groaning, Andrew collapsed onto the mattress, rubbing his temples. "Jesus Christ."

Isa sighed and rubbed her dark curly hair. She then plopped down next to him, setting down a pizza box she had ordered earlier. She took a bite, then paused when she noticed the distant look in Andrew's eyes. Her teasing demeanour faded as her expression softened.

"What's wrong, Andy?"

The young man let out an exhausted groan. "For the love of God, stop calling me that. I'm not a kid anymore."

Isa's eyes narrowed playfully. "Look, if you're mad that I get off to yaoi, you need to understand something. I don't have a boyfriend, I've never fucked, and I have every right to enjoy my solo moments."

Andrew, who had been in the middle of taking a sip of water, nearly choked. He turned to Isa, his emerald eyes wide with shock. "Wait a damn minute... You're a virgin?"

Isa's caramel skin darkened into a deep blush. "W-What? No! I-I mean..."

Her flustered reaction only made Andrew burst into laughter. "Holy shit. Will you look at that? Little Miss Rebel Isa is a virgin."

Isa groaned, shoving his shoulder. "Shut up, asshole. Don't tell anyone, okay? I have a reputation to maintain."

Andrew chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned back against the wall. The thought of Isa still being a virgin actually surprised him. She was gorgeous, confident, and had the kind of attitude that made guys go crazy. And yet, no one had ever been with her? It was... unexpected.

Seizing the opportunity to tease her, he smirked and turned to her. "So... you've never even seen a dick before?"

Isa shot him a glare, cheeks still burning. "Of course I have! In manga."

"That doesn't count."

"Shut up, hot-ass."

Andrew snorted, amused by her grumbling. Then, her voice softened, her gaze dropping slightly.

"Besides, it's not like I don't want to... I'm just waiting for the right person."

For the first time in a while, the room fell into a comfortable silence. The hum of traffic outside, the distant chatter of pedestrians, and their quiet breaths filled the space between them. It was Isa who finally broke the silence.

"You know... This might sound dumb, but back in high school... I kind of wanted to lose my virginity to you."

Andrew froze. His heart skipped a beat as his green eyes widened slightly, turning to her in shock. Isa chuckled nervously, looking away as she toyed with the hem of her sweater.

"I know... it's dumb."

Andrew was speechless. He had known Isa had a crush on him back then, but he never thought it ran that deep. He had never thought he deserved someone like her-someone so full of life, so unapologetically herself. And he had hurt her before, whether he meant to or not. By not being there for her, by dating her best friend Julia instead, by letting their friendship fade.

He had been alone for so long. After Ashley had ruined his relationship with Julia, after everything that happened in the quarantine, he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone. But now, sitting here with Isa, that loneliness didn't feel so heavy.

"You know... I was planning on finding Julia. To fix things between us," Andrew admitted quietly. He turned his gaze toward Isa, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "But I kind of like spending time with you."

Isa's lips curled into a smile, her violet eyes meeting his. "Me too, Andy."

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Andrew remembers that day like the back of his hand. The fight with Ashley had been worse than usual. Her obsessive behaviour had always been suffocating, but that night, it felt unbearable. The same arguments, the same accusations, the same twisted love she tried to smother him with. It was the reason his past relationships had crumbled; the reason Nina was... No, he didn't want to remember.

But the memories clawed at him anyway. That night, the cigarette trembled between his fingers before he let it slip from his grasp, the ember kissing the ground like a silent promise of destruction. He had no time to hesitate. The moment the flames began their dance, he seized the escape cord, vaulted over the balcony, and vanished into the darkness. Behind him, the inferno swallowed everything-Ashley, the building, the people trapped inside.

Guilt churned in his gut like acid. He had left his sister behind. He had killed. Maybe not by his own hands, but by his actions. The weight of it pressed down on him, even now, months later. But what choice did he have? He needed to escape that cursed quarantine. He needed to be free.

Isa's voice pulled him back to reality.

"You're spacing out again, Andy," she murmured, her amethyst eyes studying him with a mix of curiosity and concern. She was lying on the bed beside him since they didn't have any other place to sleep. Andrew sighed as he looked down at the cigarette in his hands. He then put it out in the ashtray with a sigh.

"It's nothing..." Andrew muttered as he ran a hand through his raven hair. Isa, unconvinced, reached out, her touch gentle as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

"No, you're not..." she spoke softly, leaning closer, her warmth seeping into him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I'm fi-" Andrew automatically answered before Isa pressed a finger to his lips.

"Now shut your hot-ass up. I know you're not fine," Isa spoke softly, her voice a gentle murmur as she leaned closer to Andrew. Her violet eyes searched his, filled with a mixture of concern and determination. "I know you don't trust me fully, Andrew, but please talk to me. Let me in."

"You don't understand..." Andrew cut her off, his voice rough as he pulled away. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand, his movements quick and deliberate, as if the act of lighting up could somehow shield him from the weight of his thoughts. He took a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a barrier.

Isa rolled her eyes, sinking back into the bed with a quiet sigh. She closed her eyes, her dark lashes brushing against her cheeks. She understood that he wasn't ready to talk, that the walls he'd built around himself were thick and high. But it didn't stop the ache in her chest, the longing to be someone he could confide in. She just wished he could trust her.

Andrew, sensing her disappointment, exhaled a cloud of smoke and sighed. "I'm sorry... It's just... A lot of shit happened." His voice was low, tinged with a vulnerability that he rarely showed. He glanced at her, his emerald eyes flickering with something unspoken.

Isa turned to face him, her oversized anime shirt shifting to hug her curves in a way that Andrew couldn't help but notice. His gaze lingered for a moment before he quickly looked away, his cheeks flushing faintly.

"I know, Andy... And I understand you need some space," she said, her voice soft but steady. Her red lips curved into a small, reassuring smile. "Just know that you can trust me, okay? Whenever you're ready."

Andrew stayed silent for a while, his fingers tapping restlessly against the cigarette. Finally, he nodded, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thanks, Isa... I mean it..."

Isa's smile widened, and she let out a soft giggle, the sound light and melodic. She sat up again, turning to face him fully. Her fingers reached out, poking his nose playfully. "Just know your hot-ass will always have a space in my bed," she teased, winking and sticking her tongue out before quickly looking away, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. "Sorry... was that too forward?"

Andrew chuckled, the sound low and warm as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Nope. I missed hearing dirty jokes... that didn't come from Ashley, that is."

Isa's smile faltered for a moment at the mention of Ashley. A flicker of anger passed through her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line. She despised Ashley with every fiber of her being. Years of cruelty, of watching her manipulate Andrew, of enduring her venomous words-it all came rushing back, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth.

The room fell into silence again, the only sound the soft exhale of smoke from Andrew's lips. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of unresolved emotions and unspoken desires. Then, suddenly, Andrew broke the silence.

"How about we fuck?"

Isa's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. "What?"

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with a new kind of energy as Andrew and Isa stared at each other. Andrew's lips twitched into a smirk, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief.

"Come on, you sense the energy too, don't you?" he teased, reaching out to poke Isa's cheek. His touch was light, almost playful, but it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yeah, I know... I'm just surprised," Isa admitted, her voice a little breathless as a blush spread across her cheeks. She chuckled nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Like, aren't you and Julia dating?"

Andrew's smirk faltered for a moment, a shadow passing over his face. "Well..." he began, his voice trailing off.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Isa quickly interjected, her cheeks burning even hotter. She hadn't meant to bring up something so sensitive.

Andrew shook his head, his smirk returning, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

The silence returned, thicker this time, as the two of them sat there, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Isa fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, her heart pounding in her chest. Finally, she broke the silence.

"So... how do we start?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Andrew turned to her, his pale skin tinged with a soft blush. For a moment, he just looked at her, his emerald eyes searching hers. Then, a slow, mischievous smirk spread across his lips, making Isa's blush deepen.

"What? Why are you looking at me like tha-"

Isa's voice was cut off as Andrew's lips pressed against hers. Her violet eyes widened in shock, her mind scrambling to process what was happening. Andrew didn't know why he did it-maybe it was the way her voice had softened when she said his name, or the way her presence seemed to anchor him in a world that constantly threatened to pull him under. Whatever the reason, he couldn't stop himself.

Isa's breath hitched, her body frozen for a moment before she tentatively responded, her lips moving against his in uncertain hesitation. Andrew's fingers curled slightly, his mind clouded with emotions he couldn't decipher. Was it desperation? Was it a longing for comfort? Or was it simply the need to feel something other than the crushing weight of his past?

Isa pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, her face mere inches from his. "Andy..." she whispered, her breath warm against his skin. Her voice was soft, trembling with a mix of confusion and something else-something that made his chest tighten.

"Shut up... and let me just kiss the shit out of you," Andrew murmured, his voice low and rough. He didn't give her a chance to respond before his lips crashed into hers again, this time with a hunger that left her breathless. Isa's hands instinctively found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the dark strands as she kissed him back with equal fervor. Their tongues tangled, their breaths mingling in a heated exchange that left them both dizzy.

Andrew's hands slid under the hem of her sweater dress, his fingers brushing against the warm skin of her waist. Isa shivered at the contact, her body arching slightly toward his. When their lips finally parted, a string of saliva connected them, a tangible reminder of the intensity of the moment.

"You said you wanted to lose your virginity to me... do you still want to?" Andrew's voice was husky, his eyes dark with desire as he searched her face for an answer. "Because shit, Isa, I want you. I want you so bad it's driving me crazy."

Isa's heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She had imagined this moment countless times, but now that it was here, she felt a surge of uncertainty. Before she could respond, Andrew's hands were on her, lifting her effortlessly and tossing her onto the bed. She landed with a soft gasp, her face flushed and her breathing uneven.

"Fuck... A-Andy- since when are you so bo-" she started, but her words were cut off as he climbed over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. His smirk was both infuriating and intoxicating as he reached for her bra under her anime shirt, unhooking it with practiced ease. His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing her skin before he bit down hard, leaving a mark that made her gasp.

"Ow! That hurts, you hot-ass!" Isa complained, though her hands betrayed her, clinging to his jacket as if she never wanted to let go.

"Shut up," Andrew grumbled, his voice thick with desire. He pinned her arms above her head with one hand, his grip firm but not painful. His other hand roamed over her body, tracing the curves he had only ever imagined. Isa moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.

But when Andrew reached to pull off her oversized anime shirt, Isa's hands shot up to stop him. "No... I don't want you to see my body..." she whispered, her voice trembling with shame. Her eyes were downcast, unable to meet his gaze.

Andrew froze, his expression shifting from desire to something softer, more vulnerable. He released her wrists and sat back on his heels, giving her space. "Hey," he said gently, his voice a stark contrast to the roughness of moments before. "Look at me."

Reluctantly, Isa raised her eyes to meet his. What she saw there surprised her-not judgment, not disappointment, but a quiet understanding that made her chest ache.

"You don't have to be ashamed," Andrew said, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "Not with me. Not ever." His voice was quiet but firm, and for the first time, Isa felt a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, she could let him in.

She hesitated, her hands trembling as they rested against his chest. "It's just... my body isn't that pretty. It has stretch marks, scars, belly fat...," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I I don't want you to see me and... and think less of me."

Andrew's expression softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Isa," he said, his voice steady, "I don't care about what you look like. I care about you. You're the only thing that's made me feel alive in a long time. Get it? And your body is fucking hot just the way it is. Every scar, every mark-it's part of you. And you're beautiful."

Isa's breath hitched, her heart swelling with emotions she couldn't quite name. She had spent so long hiding, so long believing she wasn't enough, that his words felt like a balm to her wounded soul. After a moment, she sighed, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she blushed. "Go on, hot-ass..." she murmured, her voice tinged with both nervousness and affection.

Andrew's lips curved into a small, reassuring smile. He leaned down to kiss her again, this time with a tenderness that made her melt. Slowly, he reached for the hem of her sweater dress, his eyes never leaving hers as he pulled it over her head. The cool air brushed against her skin, and for a moment, Isa felt exposed, vulnerable. But the way Andrew looked at her-like she was the most breath-taking thing he'd ever seen-made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with fear.

Yes, she had scars.

Yes, she had stretch marks.

Yes, she had belly fat.

But to Andrew, she was perfect. Every imperfection was a part of her story, a part of what made her her. And he couldn't get enough.

"You're stunning," he murmured, his voice thick with awe. His hands traced the curves of her body, his touch reverent, as if he were memorizing every inch of her. He noticed bandages around her arms but he was too horny to ask. Isa shivered under his gaze, her cheeks flushing as she tried to hide her face. But Andrew wouldn't let her. He gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Don't hide from me," he said softly. "Not now. Not ever."

Isa's breath caught, her heart pounding as she nodded. She watched as Andrew stood, his hands moving to his own clothes. He shed his black sweater, revealing the lean, muscular frame beneath. Next came his ripped jeans, and finally, his boxers. Isa's violet eyes widened as his body was fully revealed to her, her brown skin reddening at the sight.

"Wow, you really never seen a dick, huh?"

Isabel blushed even more as she spoke with a chuckle "Shut up..."

Andrew laughed as he leaned over her, his mouth on her neck. He then smiled as he took off her panties. He kissed her neck, and his fingers moved down to her pussy. He touched her folds and found her clit. She gasped, her back arching. He rubbed her clit and then pushed a finger inside her.

"Fuck!" Isa moaned loudly as she gripped the sheets. Her breathing was uneven, and her legs were shaking.

"Oh, you're so tight..." Andrew smirked as he continued to rub her clit. He then inserted a second finger, making her moan.

"I-It feels so fucking good, Andy~!" She moaned out as she wrapped her arms around him.

"I haven't even fucked you yet." Andrew chuckled as he kept moving his fingers. "You really are a virgin,huh..."

Andrew then moved his fingers faster and harder, making her moan louder as he was hitting her g-spot. She got closer and closer as the wet sound filled the room.

"A-Ah...~?" She moaned out as she clenched the sheets. "Oh fuck...~"

It wasn't long before she started squirting onto his fingers, coating them with her cum.

"Wow... You also squirt like a fucking virgin." Andrew laughed as he licked his fingers clean, sucking them clean.

"Sh-Shut up!~" Isa blushed deeply as she panted which Andrew couldn't help but find cute. He then licked his lips with a dark look in his emerald eyes.

"It's my turn to have some fun now..."

Andrew smirked and grabbed her hips, positioning her on all fours. He knew it was her favourite position after all. He then slowly rubbed the tip cock against her pussy, making her whimper. He slowly entered her, his cock slipping inside her un-fucked pussy, tearing through her hymen. For Andrew, he loved fucking virgins, but he had never found someone as tight as Isa. He groaned in pleasure and pain.

"Fuck! Andy...~" Isa moaned out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. "It's like your cock is fucking ripping me apart "

Andrew couldn't help but smirk. "Oh, believe me, I am."

He then started to thrust in and out of her, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. He groaned and grunted with every thrust, his cock filling her.

"Fuck!" He moaned as he held onto her hips. He knew he was not gonna last longer because fuck, her pussy was so good.

Isa moaned loudly, her body shaking as she gripped the sheets. She was a moaning mess, and she couldn't control herself. She couldn't stop moaning and screaming his name. It was if the pleasure controlled her body and not her mind. Andrew looked down at Isa, at her closed her eyes, at the way her tongue hanging out. Just the way she looked made him groan as he fucked her harder, his cock slipping out before slamming in again. He held onto her ass so hard that it left angry marks.

He was so close. So damn close. But he didn't want to come yet. He wanted to make her feel good. He wanted to make her moan his name. So he kept fucking her, his cock slamming in and out of her pussy. He didn't stop, didn't even slow down. His thrusts were so hard and fast that the bed creaked and the mattress shook.

"Fuck... Your pussy is so fucking good." He moaned as he slapped her ass. "You're so tight, Isa... It's like you were made for me. Fuck..."

Isa didn't answer, her body was completely numb with pleasure. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth hung open. The only sounds coming out of her mouth were moans and whimpers. Her body was covered in sweat, and she was a complete mess, her bangs covering her face.

The sight was enough to make him fill with pride. His thrusts continued and so did Isa's moans.