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ve1vet-cake · 3 months ago

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A night to remember

Ignore my bootleg header lmao

Pairing Teo x F!Reader (not necessarily angel! And mostly @silkbab3y coded)

Mention of nsfw but nothing explicit, Angst, Fluff?, unrequited love, alcohol/intoxication, reader is a lightweight, strong language, two idiots in love but one doesn't wanna admit it

Formatting might be off because I'm writing on mobile rn

Teo belongs to @14dayswithyou

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Teo's eyes followed the familiar frame on the dancefloor . The way her curves moved to the beat, hair swaying, the occasional glint of her jewellery when the lights hit her.

Jewellery he had gifted her.

Teo wasn't sure how long it had been. Almost a decade? Or perhaps more since he had last seen her.

She twirled in that awfully tantalising way that had made his stomach tighten in anticipation all those years ago. The way her hips and legs moved, the sensuality in every movement every step used to leave him almost yearning as pathetic as he had found it. Even now he could feel how she affected him. Almost a decade later he was still feeling a certain twitch in his pants watching her.

A slight stumble of hers snapped him out of his memories. Out of any remaining thoughts of how much he wanted her.

His eyes narrowed.

'Is she... Drunk..?'

An expression bordering on concern spread across the man's face, jaw clenching.

The woman was lost in herself and the music, stumbling occasionally as she danced, the glass in her hand occasionally spilling its contents, splashing onto her dress and the floor.

'... She's definitely drunk.'

Teo ran a hand through his black hair, having dropped the green dye a couple of years ago. For a second he contemplated if he should intervene. After all he had been the one to cut off all contact following a harrowing argument when she had accidentally slipped up and confessed her love to him.

In hindsight he could have definitely handled it better but years of pushing people with romantic interest away, simply indulging in fun and pleasure and feeling somewhat betrayed by the one person he thought he could have kept around for good.. even just for fun...

Fun.

Had she ever just been fun to him?

Teo watched her as she downed her glass, slowly getting more and more drunk, her stumbles becoming more frequent until she fully slipped on a piece of broken glass on the floor and fell.

The woman's sight was blurry and she yelped out only to find herself caught by a pair of strong arms.

She looked up to blurrily make out the shape of a tan black haired man. A drunken giggle escaped her lips.

"Hello there.. sirr..." She drunkenly slurred before subsequently passing out.

Teo sighed.

"Still can't hold your liquor as well, huh, doll.."

He quickly stood up and carried her bridal style out of the club and into his car, gently settling her into the passenger seat and putting his coat on her as a blanket. For a second he paused, his face awfully close to hers as he tucked her in.

She hadn't changed one bit. Still as beautiful as the day he met her.

Teo's eyes fell to her lips, a gloss still staining them. He had to swallow and quickly ducked out of the car to close the door before going around to settle in the driver's seat.

The drive to his place was quiet, the silence only broken by the hum of his car and the occasional cars going by. Uncharacteristic for Teo to drive so carefully but he would hate to wake her up.

Even if he would never admit it.

Every red light he hit he would steal glances as the sleeping woman, to make sure she was comfortable.. to make sure she was still there.

It was silly, especially to him. Though he had matured over the years he still didn't hold any potential romantic relationship in high regards. The thought of settling down with someone like that admittedly unsettled him. Perhaps even scared him.

Teo had never been one to date. And he was still not the type to do so, though a sliver of him would on occasion betray him and yearn for a connection with someone. Having a person he could return to. A person who'd listen. Who'd care.

Who'd provide him with the stability he never had growing up.

The more he thought about it his thoughts drifted to the woman he was now carrying to his spare bedroom.

Even back then she had been what he would consider a very close friend. Perhaps not on Leon's or Jae's level completely but awfully close to it.

She was a person he would call outside of wanting sex. Watching a movie he heard was shit but wanted to see for himself? Trying a new skincare routine she sent him? Cooking for him when he was sick and he was tired of his staff? She would always be the first number he'd call.

Now that he thought about it and looked down at her as he laid her down, she might as well have been more than Leon and Jae combined to him.

And it scared him.

Just like it had scared him back then. That little flutter his heart had done when she peered up at him all teary eyed, apologising for a feeling.

Something so natural. Something he had cut off contact with her for.

Teo gently traced her features, a somber look on hia face.

Was she perhaps 'the one that got away'?

Would it be possible to try with her?

He swallowed thickly, carefully taking off her jewellery with practiced ease, and putting it on the nightstand.

Just as he wanted to leave she awoke, staring at him all flushed and pouty.

"Where..amI..?"

Teo sighed, huffing out a soft chuckle alongside it.

"Don't worry, dollface. You're safe here. I think you know this room better than anyone else."

The woman blinked up at him.

".... Teo..?"

Goddammit he missed how his name fell from her lips.

With a soft hum he sat back down on the bed next to her, undoing his tie and some buttons of his shirt, preparing to go to bed as well.

".. Missedyou.."

She was slurring her words and clumsily sat up, coming closer to him before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth and cheek in search for his lips.

"Doll.."

Teo's voice was laced with warning.

"I'm not fucking you tonight."

The woman whined in frustration.

"You're far too drunk right now."

He gently laid her down again and only helped her out of her dress to slip his shirt over her almost naked body-which to his displeasure still looked as breathtaking as all those years ago-gently buttoning it up again.

"Sleep. We will talk in the morning."

Teo hesitated before giving her a gentle pat on the head, getting up to leave only for her to pull him down again.

"Mornin?... We.. we didn't speak for.. for a decade and youu.. wannatalk lateerr??"

She glared at him.

"How dare you"

And that's when her tears started. Accusatory pointing and poking followed by incoherent sobs.

"You.. bashtard! You.. you... Should'veignored.. me more you.. you.."

She puffed out her cheeks and for a second Teo worried that she would puke on him.

"Youdon'tt... Desherve my.. preshence..."

She huffed while crossing her arms, tears still streaming down her cheeks, staining them in black from her mascara and kajal.

"You.. broke me.."

She sobbed again and slumped against his chest, quietly crying with an occasional punch to his chest or abs.

"How.. how dareyou come.. come back into mylife.."

Teo closed his eyes and sighed, just letting her let out her frustrations.

"I know.. I'm an ass."

She sobbed again and nodded. "Yeshyou..are.."

With a soft sigh he caressed her hair.

".... I'm sorry. I should have handled it better."

"You should.. and.. and.. then.. then.."

She was stumbling over her words but he knew what she wanted to say.

"I should have given you a romantic chance?"

Teo knew all too well she didn't mean it too much. Sure, he was aware that she desired it back then but he also knew that she respected him too much to actually force him into something he didn't want. Even if it meant the world to her.

He kept holding her, comforting her as she stammered drunkenly how much she hated him for just cutting her off. For abandoning her like all those times they had grown closer didn't matter.

It made him feel bad. Regret his immaturity. His need for control over the type of relationship he had. His defense mechanism.

All he could do was listen to her and try to console her.

He felt her shift, now fully sitting on his lap, hands on his shoulders as her lips slowly trailed along his throat up his chin, along his jaw and finally over his cheek to his lips.

"You still smell the same.."

She gently placed her lips on his.

"Even taste the same.."

Her hazy eyes landed on him, tears again welling in her eyes.

"But we're not the same.."

She sobbed softly, burying her face in his shoulder.

"... I know.."

His voice was husky now, a hint of emotion in them. Emotions he didn't want to admit to even now.

"C'mon.. you need to sleep. All that alcohol and those tears will just dehydrate you more.."

He managed to make her cling to one of the silk pillows before leaving briefly to get some water from the kitchen, only to soon hear the frantic patter of footsteps behind him.

Luckily he turned around just in time to catch the woman as she stumbled into him.

"Don't leave!"

He froze. The sheer panic in her voice made his heart almost stop.

"n-not again.. not again.. please.."

He sighed deeply.

"Just getting you some water to drink or you'll have a bigger headache to worry about tomorrow." Teo held out the glass and she carefully took it and drank it. And the following five as well.

When Teo tried to bring her back to the guest room, his former room she refused, tearing up again and babbling out that she would rather sleep next to him.

Though he hesitated he allowed it, leading her to the new master bedroom, his parents' former room. He helped her into bed and laid down next to her.

She immediately snuggled into him and fell asleep with a soft 'I missed this'.

Teo couldn't sleep. Not with her right in his arms, sleeping peacefully, blissfully unaware of how much he himself had missed the feeling of her in his arms. It didn't help that their earlier "argument" and brief interaction in the kitchen had exuded a feeling of domesticity. Even the way she was carefully tucked into his side, idly breathing into his chest made his stomach do weird flips.

The same flips they had always done near her. He looked down at her again. Teo's cheeks heated up, the way her cheek squished against his body made her lips so pouty and sweet. He could just lean down and- No. He knew he shouldn't...

Shouldn't?

Shouldn't what; feel?

He started to feel stupid. He cringed.

With a deep exhale through his nose he closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Maybe counting his exes would be a good alternative to counting sheep.

When Teo woke up he felt around to see if she was still there but the sheets beside him were cold. With a groan he sat up and rubbed his eyes looking around only to find a note.

Thanks for letting me crash.. I didn't know if you still wanted to wake up alone.

Panic washed over him.

Did she leave?

He quickly got up and threw on some joggers before he made his way through the manor, checking the guest room to find her jewellery, bag and dress missing as well as her shoes.

His heart sank. For the first time he was disappointed to wake up fully alone.

Ruffling his hair in frustration he made his way downstairs.

She was gone..

Before he could say a proper goodbye.

Before he could tell her about what scared him.

She left the same way he had left her.

A slight clanking came from the kitchen.

Or did she?

~~~~~~~~~

Will this have a pt 2?

Cannot promise anything cuz I wrote this on a small thought I had when I was about to hit my head on my pillow

Teo is probably ooc as per usual when I write him (i think I make him too soft????) but like who cares 💅 (me I care)

I will shut tf up and sleep now

My alarm is already saying 5 hours😔

#14 days with you #14dwy #14 days with you teo #14dwy teo #angst is life #i am half asleep rn oml #the scenario in my head was far more seductive coded but I'm sleepy and lost the plot #literally lmao

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soluversworld · 2 days ago

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𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐨 - 𝐓𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐨 𝐱 𝐆.𝐍 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭)

14 DAYS WITH YOU is a 18+ visual novel Minors don’t interact!-

Words: long

Genre: ????? IDK

If you find mistakes I'm sorry I did not proof read

(Reader is G.N)

Summary : You had a hard day, But Worry not- The pressure will be gone soon

Trigger warnings

Explicit sexual content

Power dynamics

Rough sex

Domination and submission

Consent and aftercare discussions

Graphic language and description.

Explicit sexual language

Erotica with intense, explicit themes

Intense physical and emotional interactions

There's two extra specials! (Both are smut prompts from the server Thank the server lords) The last's extra, was just a small added up from this art Yummy Teo.

Extras are! Thigh Riding and Teo being a sub for a change <33

You work at the corpse of a company.

A gray, soul-sucking machine that drains every ounce of energy you have the second you step inside. The office is lifeless, filled with people who don’t talk about dreams or hobbies—just deadlines and quotas. Your inbox is a battlefield, every email another landmine of demands.

Your boss? A perfectionist who seems to thrive on your suffering. Every report needs revisions, every task is urgent, and every mistake—no matter how small—is met with a sigh that makes you feel like dirt under her expensive heels. "I need this done by EOD." "You can do better." "I expect more from you."

You don’t remember the last time you had fun. The last time you did anything just because you wanted to. The last time you felt like a person, not just a cog in a machine.

This isn’t living. It's just… existing.

The elevator doors slide open with a dull chime, the artificial glow of the overhead lights casting a sterile white sheen over the brushed steel walls. You step inside, dragging the weight of the day behind you like a corpse, already dreading the long commute home. Your fingers press the button for the ground floor, and you lean against the cool metal, exhaling a sigh that tastes like exhaustion.

Then, just before the doors close, someone slips inside.

A man.

He moves like he owns the space, like gravity bends just a little in his favor. One hand rests on his hip, the other lazily hanging by his side, fingers adorned with silver rings that catch the light when he flexes them. His black hair—messy in a way that looks deliberate—falls over sharp green eyes, the ends dipped in the same vivid color. Tribal tattoos coil around his tanned arms, disappearing beneath the loose sleeves of his black V-neck. He smells like trouble: expensive cologne, alcohol, and the faintest trace of something metallic.

He leans back against the opposite wall, his head tilting just enough to get a good look at you. A slow grin spreads across his face.

“Damn. You look like someone just ran over your dog.” His voice is smooth, teasing—like he already knows he’s going to get under your skin and is enjoying every second of it.

You don’t respond. You’re too tired to entertain some random guy’s bullshit right now.

But that doesn’t stop him.

"Long day, huh?" He hums, shifting so his shoulder presses against the wall, his stance loose and relaxed. "Lemme guess—some old bastard breathing down your neck? Boring office, soul-crushing deadlines, no time for fun?" He clicks his tongue, shaking his head like it’s the worst tragedy he’s ever heard. "What a waste."

Your fingers tighten around your bag strap. "Do you always bother strangers in elevators?"

His grin widens. "Only the ones who look like they need a little excitement in their lives."

The elevator descends with a low hum, and for a moment, you think he might lose interest and go back to minding his own business.

But the thing is…

You are bored.

The elevator lurches, and then—

Blackness.

A sudden, all-consuming dark swallows you whole. The soft hum of machinery dies, leaving behind a silence so thick it feels suffocating. The only sound is your own breathing, shallow and a little too fast.

Your fingers instinctively reach for your phone, but the screen stays black no matter how many times you tap it. Dead.

Of course.

You almost curse out loud, almost let out the frustration bubbling under your skin, but before you can—

A hand claps onto your back.

Not hard, not threatening—just firm enough to remind you you’re not alone. The warmth of it seeps through your clothes, and the weight of his palm lingers a little longer than necessary.

"Jumpy," Teo teases, voice smooth and unbothered in the darkness. "What, you afraid of the dark, starshine?"

You stiffen. "No."

"Mm. Yeah, sure." You hear him shift, leather creaking as he moves. "You sound like someone who's not afraid of the dark. Real convincing."

You roll your eyes, even if he can't see it. "This is just—unexpected."

Another low chuckle. "Unexpected," he echoes, tasting the word like it’s amusing. "Yeah? Guess you’re not used to shit not going according to plan, huh?"

You don’t answer, because he’s not wrong.

Your senses are suddenly too sharp, hyperaware of every little detail—the faint, mechanical whirr somewhere in the walls, the weight of his presence beside you. And then, worse, the way he smells.

Cologne—deep, expensive, just a little spicy. But underneath that, something rawer. Sweat, heat.

Masculine.

Shit.

Your shoulders tense. You exhale through your nose, willing your thoughts to go literally anywhere else.

"Uh. Thanks," you mutter, barely above a whisper.

"For what?"

"...I dunno. Not making it worse, I guess."

Teo snorts, amused.

Your stomach drops. "What—"

"Y'know. Hot as hell in here." A smug pause. "Literally. Feels like a sauna. I'm sweatin'. Can't blame a guy for wantin' to cool off."

Oh God.

You can’t see his expression, but you feel the smirk radiating off of him. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

The darkness cloaks you both, amplifying everything else—the heat rolling off his body, the rise and fall of his chest, the way your fingers twitch at your sides like they’re waiting for permission to move.

What the hell is happening to me?

Your breath feels too heavy, your skin too sensitive. Your mind short-circuits around a single, intrusive thought:

You almost want to explode at the realization.

No, no, no—this isn’t you. You don’t get like this. You don’t crave like this. But here you are, pressed up against him in the dark, warm all over, thinking about how his mouth might feel on you.

Maybe—fuck—maybe he was right at the start. Maybe you do need to let off some steam.

Your hand moves before your brain catches up, pressing against his chest, feeling the solid heat of him through his shirt. You can feel the faint pulse beneath your fingertips, steady, unrushed. He’s not nervous. Not hesitant.

Your hand presses against his chest before your brain fully catches up to your actions.

Shit.

You should pull away. Should make up some excuse, brush it off, pretend the thought never crossed your mind. But your fingers stay put, sinking slightly into the warmth of his shirt, feeling the way his body tenses—just for a second—before he lets out a slow, amused exhale.

"Huh."

His voice is lower now, quieter. Not teasing. Just… interested.

Your breath catches.

What the fuck are you doing?

You don’t do this. You don’t make impulsive choices. You don’t get tangled up in reckless bullshit with guys who smell like trouble and expensive cologne. You don’t—

But then again, when was the last time you let yourself do anything just for the hell of it?

It’s been months—years, maybe—since you let yourself feel something other than stress and exhaustion. And right now, standing in the dark with his body heat pressing against yours, you’re feeling a lot.

Maybe too much.

Maybe just enough.

Your fingers curl slightly against his chest, and you force yourself to say something. "You’re right."

Teo tilts his head. Even in the pitch-black, you feel his smirk. "‘Bout what?"

"...I need to let off some steam."

There’s a pause. A loaded, heavy silence that makes your skin prickle.

Then—Teo huffs out a soft laugh. This time, it's not obnoxious or cocky—it’s almost pleased.

"Well, shit, starshine. Didn’t think you had it in you."

You should be embarrassed. You should be regretting this.

But instead, you just let out a slow breath and press a little closer.

"Shut up," you murmur.

And then, before you can second-guess yourself—before you can talk yourself out of it—you pull him down into a kiss.

His lips are warm against your skin—slow, deliberate, nothing like the messy, impatient fumbling you expected. A shiver runs down your spine as he drags his mouth along the curve of your neck, his breath hot, teasing.

God. Thank God the lights are out.

If you could see yourself right now, if he could see you—this wrecked, this pliant—you don’t think you’d survive it. Your pride would never recover. But in the dark, with only the press of his body and the steady, measured way he’s mapping you out, it’s too easy to let go.

You shouldn’t be doing this.

You know that.

But when his hands settle on your waist, firm but unhurried, fingertips pressing just enough to ground you, you don’t pull away. If anything, you find yourself leaning into him, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt like you need him closer.

A deep chuckle vibrates against your throat, low and indulgent. “Damn,” he murmurs, his voice rich with amusement. “Didn’t think you’d be this easy to crack, starshine.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Not when he’s tilting your chin up slightly, giving himself better access to your jaw, your throat. Every press of his lips is calculated, paced just right—not greedy, not rough, but undeniably good. The kind of good that makes your breath hitch, your knees feel a little weaker than they should.

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

That realization should scare you.

But right now? It doesn’t.

Right now, you just tip your head back a little further, giving him more room.

And he takes it.

The second his lips brush against your neck, you freeze—just for a moment. It’s barely a touch, a ghost of warmth against your skin, but it sends a sharp jolt down your spine. Your grip tightens against his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, and you don’t know if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

Teo doesn’t rush. He moves with confidence, like he already knows you won’t stop him. His lips press against your throat, slow and teasing, before parting just enough for the heat of his breath to linger there. Then—just when you think that’s all he’s going to do—his tongue flicks out, a lazy drag against your pulse.

God. Thank god the lights are out.

If you could see yourself right now, you’d be mortified. You’re warm, too warm, your body tilted into his without thinking. Every nerve ending feels alight, too aware of the way his broad chest presses against yours, the way his arm has settled around your waist—holding you there, just enough pressure to remind you he could keep you like this if he wanted.

And maybe you want him to.

You shouldn’t. This isn’t you. You don’t do impulsive. You don’t do messy.

But you also don’t let yourself have things, do you? You don’t let yourself want.

"Fuck it," you whisper, barely a breath. Then your hands fist into his shirt, and you surge up to kiss him.

It’s messy, all teeth and heat, more force than finesse. You don’t know what you’re doing—just that you need more. Teo groans into your mouth, surprised for all of a second before he takes control. His fingers flex at your waist, his other hand threading into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your head back as he deepens the kiss.

Fuck. He’s good at this.

You expected him to be reckless, to take without thought, but he’s slow, deliberate. He kisses like he’s tasting something he wants to savor—like he knows he’s got you right where he wants you and is enjoying every second of it. His teeth graze your lower lip before he sucks it into his mouth, tongue sliding against yours with a confidence that makes your knees weak.

You gasp against him, and that’s all the opening he needs. His hand at your waist drags you flush against him, erasing any space left between you. You can feel everything—how solid he is, how warm, the way his muscles tense beneath your fingers as he keeps you exactly where he wants.

"Thought you were gonna be a good little corporate drone," he murmurs against your lips, voice thick with amusement and heat. "Guess not."

"Shut up," you snap, but your breath hitches as his teeth graze your jaw, nipping just hard enough to make you jolt.

"Make me," he challenges.

You do.

Your hands slip under his shirt, dragging over bare skin, the taut lines of muscle beneath. He shudders—just barely—but you feel it, and the realization sends a rush of heat through you. You press closer, letting your nails scrape along his sides, feeling the way his stomach tenses at the touch.

Teo groans, the sound vibrating against your throat as he dips down, mouthing at the sensitive skin just below your jaw. His hands tighten at your waist before one slides lower, over the curve of your hip, fingers pressing in just enough to make you squirm.

"You’re enjoying this," he murmurs against your skin, voice smug.

"Shut up," you repeat, but the breathlessness ruins any bite it might’ve had.

He laughs, low and rough. "Cute."

You don’t have time to snap back before his hands grip your thighs, lifting you effortlessly and pressing you against the cool metal of the elevator wall. You gasp, hands flying to his shoulders for balance, but he doesn’t let you fall—just holds you there, his hips slotting between yours in a way that makes your breath stutter.

Oh. Oh fuck.

His lips are back on yours before you can think too hard about it, hungry this time, like he’s finally lost his patience. His fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you spread around him, keeping you exactly where he wants you. You don’t even realize you’re rocking into him until you feel the pressure, the heat pooling low in your stomach as he rolls his hips against yours.

"Fuck," you breathe, barely recognizing your own voice.

Teo smirks against your lips, but he doesn’t tease this time. Doesn’t taunt. He just moves, rolling into you with slow, deliberate motions, like he’s testing how far he can push you before you break. His breath is hot against your ear when he speaks, voice low and dark.

"You’re fucking soaked," he murmurs. "How long have you been wanting this, huh?"

You don’t answer. You can’t.

You just pull him closer, letting yourself get lost in the heat of him, the way he touches you like he’s got all the time in the world to ruin you.

And maybe you want to be ruined. Just for tonight. Just this once.

Maybe that’s okay.

Your back presses against the cool metal of the elevator wall, a stark contrast to the heat coiling between your legs. Teo keeps you pinned there with his body, the weight of him deliciously grounding, his hands gripping your thighs with just enough pressure to make you squirm.

And then—fuck.

You feel it.

Hard, insistent, pressing against you through the layers of your clothes. There’s no mistaking it.

Your breath hitches, heat blooming in your chest, spreading downward, pooling between your thighs.

Teo chuckles, low and smug, like he knows exactly what just clicked in your head. His fingers flex against your thighs, holding you open around him, and he rolls his hips again, just enough to make sure you feel it this time.

"Yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. "That doin’ something for you?"

You don’t answer, but your body betrays you. Your fingers tighten in his shirt, your hips shifting just slightly—seeking.

Teo groans, breath hot against your throat. "Shit, you’re needy."

You want to snap back, want to tell him to shut the fuck up, but then he’s moving again, rolling against you slow and deliberate, dragging a sound out of your throat you don’t even recognize.

The bastard laughs.

"Didn’t peg you for the type to get this worked up from a little dry humping," he teases, voice thick with amusement. "But hey, I’m not complaining."

You do snap then. Hands tangling in his hair, you yank him into a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing whatever bullshit he was about to say next.

Teo groans into your mouth, and fuck, you feel it everywhere. The way his body moves against yours, the way his cock presses against you with each slow grind, the heat of his skin beneath your hands.

You want him. Bad.

And you’re done pretending otherwise.

Your hands move, dragging over his chest, down, down—

He catches your wrists before you can go further, pinning them against the wall on either side of your head.

"Uh-uh," he murmurs, smirking. "Not yet. Wanna take my time with you."

You groan, frustrated, and he laughs again, pressing a kiss to your jaw, then lower.

The darkness is suffocating, but you don’t need to see to know exactly where he is. You can feel him—everywhere. The weight of his body pressing you against the elevator wall, the heat radiating off him, the dampness of his breath ghosting over your jaw before he finally—

Finally—

Latches onto your throat.

A sharp inhale gets caught in your chest, your body stiffening for a fraction of a second before melting into the warmth of his mouth. Teo doesn’t rush it. He takes his time, lips dragging over the sensitive skin, sucking just hard enough to make you arch, make you gasp, make you clutch at the fabric of his shirt like a lifeline.

"That’s it," he murmurs, his voice sinfully smooth, hands shifting down your waist. "Loosen up for me, starshine."

A sharp nip at your pulse sends a shiver straight down your spine, and Teo feels it, chuckling against your skin. His fingers press into your hips, firm and possessive, keeping you pinned in place as he works his way lower, dragging his mouth down, down, until he’s nosing against the collar of your shirt.

You should stop this.

You should.

But fuck, you don’t want to.

Not when he’s got you trembling under his hands, not when your body’s already betraying you, hips subtly rocking up to chase his heat, not when he knows exactly what he’s doing and is loving every second of making you fall apart.

His grip tightens. "You’re so fucking responsive."

Your breath stutters when he slides a knee between your thighs, pressing up just enough to make you see white behind your eyes.

"Shit—"

Teo groans, tilting his head, dragging his lips back up to your ear. "Yeah? That’s what you need?" His knee presses again. "Want me to make you come like this?"

You hate how much you want that.

Your fingers dig into his arms, nails pressing into warm skin. He’s solid under your touch, strong, holding you in place like he owns you. The thought makes your stomach flip.

"Fuck," you breathe.

Teo grins. You can hear it.

"That’s a yes."

His hands slip lower. His fingers tease at your waistband. You should push him away, should tell him no—

But instead, you help him.

You shove your pants down just enough to give him access, just enough to let him press against you without the barrier of fabric in the way.

Teo groans at the feel of you, muttering something low and filthy against your mouth before kissing you hard enough to bruise.

He presses his palm between your legs, teasing at first—just enough pressure to make you gasp, just enough to make you chase it.

"So needy," he taunts, voice low and pleased. "Look at you, already falling apart for me."

You don’t have it in you to argue. Not when his fingers slip lower, not when he starts moving, slow and deliberate, teasing you, dragging you higher and higher until you’re a mess in his hands.

"Fuck, Teo—"

His lips find your throat again, sucking a fresh mark into your skin. "That’s what I wanna hear."

And then—he slides two fingers inside.

Your head tips back against the elevator wall, a broken sound escaping you.

Teo groans at the reaction, curling his fingers just right, rubbing his thumb against the most sensitive part of you, watching—feeling—you unravel.

"That’s it," he murmurs. "Come on. Let go for me."

You don’t have a choice.

The pleasure crashes over you too fast, too intense, stealing your breath as you clamp down around his fingers, shaking, barely holding onto reality as he works you through it.

Teo grins.

"That’s one," he murmurs, dragging his fingers out—slow, teasing. "Think you got another in you?"

And fuck—fuck—you might.

You scramble to gather yourself, but the moment the elevator's dim light flickers on, reality crashes down on you like a freight train.

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Your reflection in the metallic doors is a mess—flushed, sweaty, lips slightly swollen, shirt stretched in ways that make it very obvious what just went down. And Teo—Teo looks infuriatingly smug, running a hand through his slightly mussed black-and-green hair like this is just another Tuesday for him.

The elevator jerks, the hum of the motor returning, the world resuming as if it hadn’t just tilted on its goddamn axis for you.

You open your mouth to say something, but words fail you. Your body still hums with the aftermath of what just happened, legs barely steady enough to hold you upright.

Teo, the bastard, grins.

"Hope that helped ya blow off some steam," he drawls, voice rich with amusement.

Your stomach flips.

Shit.

Your hands move on autopilot, shoving yourself back into your clothes, fingers shaking as you fumble with your belt. The sheer audacity of what you just did—the way you completely lost yourself—this isn’t you. This cannot be you.

You don’t do this. You don’t just throw yourself at some cocky stranger in a broken elevator like a goddamn heat-starved animal.

You tighten your grip on your bag, shoving your feet into your shoes as Teo watches, amused but surprisingly unbothered. Like he knew this was coming. Like he already knew how this would play out.

It only makes your heart race more.

The doors slide open.

And before he can say anything else, before you can even process the way his eyes linger on you like he’s memorizing the exact way you look ruined, you bolt.

Out of the elevator. Out of his sight.

And straight into the cold night air—where you can finally breathe again.

You sit at your desk, head in your hands, praying—no, begging—for divine intervention.

That wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything. I am a respectable, unlucky little angel who just happens to have bad days. That’s all.

Yesterday? Didn’t happen. It was a fever dream. A trick of the mind. The darkness and stress of your soul-sucking job must’ve finally made you snap, that’s all. You did not make out with some cocky, rule-breaking stranger in an elevator. You did not let him wreck you against the wall.

…And you definitely didn’t run away like a scandalized Victorian maiden afterward.

Nope. Fresh day. New you.

Then your phone rings.

Your boss is calling.

You groan, rubbing your temples. What now? Did they finally realize you spend half your work hours mentally cursing them out?

With a sigh, you pick up.

“Yeah?”

“You. My office. Now.”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

Your stomach sinks.

You march to your boss’s office with the same energy as a condemned prisoner heading to the gallows. And when you get there?

They’re not alone.

Because sitting at your boss’s desk—calm, polished, and exuding power—is another man. One you don’t know but immediately recognize as important.

Christian Alvarado.

The name rings a bell in the worst way. You don’t know him, but everyone knows of the Alvarados.

One of the wealthiest families in the country. Untouchable. Powerful. They own everything, from luxury brands to tech startups to half the city itself.

What the hell does he want with me?

Your boss clears their throat. “So, um. We got a request. From the higher-ups.”

Your hands tighten at your sides. “What kind of request?”

Christian Alvarado steeples his fingers. He’s refined, calculated—everything about him oozes authority. And when he speaks, his voice is smooth but firm.

“We need you to do us a favor,” he says. “It comes with a promotion and a substantial financial incentive.”

A favor? Money? A raise?! You lean in, intrigued despite yourself. “...What kind of favor?”

Christian exhales, like this conversation is beneath him. Then—casually, like he’s asking you to fetch him coffee—he says:

“We’d like to hire you to date our son.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“…What?”

“To clarify,” Christian continues, “you won’t be actually dating him. You’ll simply act as his partner for a while. Keep him out of trouble. Ensure he doesn’t tarnish our family name. Essentially, you’ll be his personal handler.”

Your eye twitches.

“...You want me to babysit a grown-ass man?”

“Essentially, yes.”

“Why the hell me?!”

“You were personally requested.”

You explode.

“BY WHO?!”

Christian Alvarado presses a button on the desk.

“Teodore. Come in.”

The moment you hear that name, your stomach drops.

The door swings open.

And there—standing with his signature cocky stance, black-and-green hair slightly tousled, tribal tattoos peeking from under his fitted shirt—is him.

Teo.

Elevator guy.

The man you absolutely did not let wreck you against the wall last night.

You choke on air.

Teo’s grin widens the second he sees you.

“Well, well, well,” he drawls, stepping into the room. “Ain’t this a fun little coincidence?”

You, meanwhile, are having a full-on meltdown.

Your entire body locks up.

Christian Alvarado’s sharp gaze sweeps between you and Teo, assessing, calculating. Then, he asks, “Do you two know each other?”

Your lips part—but nothing comes out.

Because, oh god, how do you even answer that?!

Do you know him? Well, if knowing someone means having your back slammed against an elevator wall while they kiss your neck until you nearly melt into a puddle of sin—

NO.

No, you do not know him.

You desperately look at Teo, silently pleading for him to not ruin your life right now.

His green eyes gleam with mischief.

Then, with a casual shrug, he says—

“Dunno. Not really.”

You nearly collapse from relief.

Christian narrows his eyes, clearly sensing something off, but doesn’t push.

Teo strolls further into the room, his entire vibe radiating reckless indifference. He flops onto the couch like he owns the place, legs spread out, arm draped over the backrest.

“So, what’s the issue now, Dad?”

Christian sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s seconds away from exploding.

“The issue, Teodore, is that your name is once again making headlines for all the wrong reasons.”

Teo snorts, amused. “What, they didn’t like my latest stunt?”

“They didn’t like the street racing or the casino brawl or the hundred-thousand-dollar bill you racked up at that club last week.”

Teo waves him off. “Pocket change.”

Christian’s jaw twitches.

You, meanwhile, are just sitting there in pure horror.

What the fuck is your life now?!

Yesterday, you were just a normal—albeit miserable—corporate drone. And now, suddenly, you’re supposed to babysit a chaotic, law-breaking rich boy who is way too hot for his own good?!

This is a nightmare.

You start reconsidering your life choices.

But before you can reject this insanity, Christian Alvarado levels you with a piercing stare.

“You’ll be compensated well for this. A salary increase. Access to our connections. Your debts—cleared.”

Your breath hitches.

Wait.

Did he just say—

Debts?

Your pulse pounds.

You do have debts. Crippling ones. Soul-sucking ones. The kind that will keep you chained to a desk job for the rest of your miserable life.

And now—

This man is offering you a way out.

All you have to do… is handle Teo.

You glance at him.

He catches your gaze, lips curling into a slow, knowing smirk—

—and you realize you are absolutely fucked.

After that little incident—because, really, what else could you call it?—things settled into something weirdly normal.

You and Teo? You were just buddies. That’s all.

Nothing serious, nothing complicated. Just two people who happened to be stuck in an arrangement neither of you had asked for.

And, well… Teo got comfortable around you.

It wasn’t surprising—he didn’t seem like the kind of guy who gave a shit about formalities or keeping up appearances. If anything, he thrived on breaking expectations.

And you? You weren’t a relationship person. You didn’t have the patience for all that messy emotional investment—and neither did he.

Teo hated buzzkills. He hated being tied down.

And you? You just wanted an outlet. A way to let off steam when life got suffocating.

With that understanding between you, things were… fun.

Maybe a little too fun.

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Thigh riding him

The thing about Teo? He knew exactly what he was doing.

And you hated that.

Or maybe you didn’t. Maybe you liked the way he grinned at you, like he already knew how this was going to end. Like he knew you’d break first.

That cocky, insufferable smirk was right in front of you now, his hands lazy where they rested on your waist, fingers tracing idle circles over the fabric of your shirt. His touch wasn’t demanding—it didn’t need to be. You were already wound tight, already needing something.

He’d been teasing you all night, pressing up close when he didn’t need to, murmuring in your ear about how damn tense you are, starshine, like he didn’t know exactly why. Like he didn’t know how every brush of his fingers, every slow drag of his voice, was making your stomach twist into knots.

And now? Now you were in his lap, straddling his thigh, trying not to shudder at the solid heat beneath you.

“C’mon,” Teo murmured, voice low and coaxing. “You wanted to let off some steam, didn’t you?”

Your hands curled into his shoulders, gripping him maybe a little harder than necessary. But it wasn’t your fault—he was the one making this difficult, with his lazy confidence, with the way his fingers dug into your waist just enough to anchor you there.

“I—” You swallowed, unsure what the hell you were trying to say.

“Mm?” He tilted his head, pretending to be innocent. “Somethin’ wrong?”

Bastard.

You glared at him, but it lacked any real heat—not when you were already shifting, testing the way it felt to move against him.

His thigh was firm beneath you, warm even through the layers of clothing, and—fuck—you could feel the muscles flex slightly as he adjusted, giving you just enough resistance to make you clench your teeth.

“Don’t think about it too much.” Teo’s voice was all silk and smoke, coaxing you forward, his hands helping—not pushing, but guiding, his grip tightening just enough to encourage. “Just move. Feels good, huh?”

You hated how right he was.

A shaky breath left your lips as you rocked against him, testing, feeling the friction build, the pressure sending slow, curling heat through your stomach.

Teo was watching you, green eyes dark with something dangerous, something pleased.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his hands sliding down your waist, settling on your hips, fingers digging in. “See? Knew you’d get the hang of it.”

He wasn’t leading—he let you set the pace, let you grind down at your own rhythm, but fuck if he wasn’t making it worse, whispering shit against your skin, teeth grazing your jaw, his breath hot against your throat.

“You look real pretty like this,” he murmured. “So fuckin’ needy.”

You almost bit back a retort—almost—but the words melted on your tongue when his hands tightened, when he shifted just slightly beneath you, making you jolt, making heat spike through your stomach.

A breathy sound slipped past your lips, and that—that—made Teo grin, slow and filthy.

“Yeah?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, rougher, amusement curling at the edges. “That’s what does it for you? Just my fuckin’ thigh?”

You wanted to hit him. Or kiss him. Or both.

Your fingers twisted into the fabric of his shirt, gripping tight as you moved again, chasing friction, chasing heat, chasing something—

And Teo, the absolute asshole, let you work for it, let you take what you wanted while he just watched, his expression smug, lazy, utterly in control even when he was letting you do all the work.

But then—then he shifted, his hands suddenly pulling you down harder, dragging you against him at just the right angle, and—fuck—your head tilted back, a sound breaking from your throat before you could stop it.

Teo laughed, breath warm against your skin.

“Fuckin’ knew it.” His voice was filthy, low and rough, like he was savoring every damn second of this. “You like that, huh?”

You weren’t going to answer. Couldn’t. Didn’t trust yourself to.

But he didn’t need a response—he already knew.

And he was enjoying himself far too much, hands guiding you into a steady rhythm, murmuring in your ear about how good you looked like this, how much he liked watching you come undone.

“C’mon, starshine,” he whispered, voice all heat and honey. “Show me how bad you need it.”

You don’t remember how you got here—straddling Teo’s thigh, hands gripping his shoulders like they’re the only thing keeping you from collapsing. But you are here, and he’s watching you with that lazy, cocky smirk, like he knew this would happen all along.

“Damn, starshine,” he drawls, fingers resting light on your hips, not pushing—just there. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You don’t dignify that with a response.

You can’t.

Because the moment you shift, the rough fabric of his jeans drags against you, the pressure making your stomach tighten, and fuck—fuck.

His smirk widens.

“Oh, you like that, huh?”

You swallow hard, trying to steady yourself, trying to act like you have any control over the situation. But he’s warm under you, solid, letting you set the pace, letting you use him.

And god, you are using him.

You move again, slower this time, testing. The friction is just enough—just enough to make you bite your lip, just enough to make your fingers dig into his shoulders.

Teo groans, low in his throat.

“Shit. Keep doin’ that.”

Pillow Princess Teo <33

Pillow Princess Teo—Let’s Fix That Attitude

Teo Alvarado wasn’t used to not being in charge.

He was the one who teased, who pressed his luck, who pulled reactions out of you like it was a game and he was always winning. Confidence oozed off him, easy as breathing, and his smirk never faltered—always cocky, always assured.

But right now?

Right now, he was beneath you, stretched out against the mattress, his usual grin replaced with something softer. His chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths—like he was pretending to be relaxed. But you could feel the tension in him, coiled tight beneath his skin, just waiting to snap.

And that? That was satisfying as fuck.

You leaned over him, hands braced against his toned stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms. He watched you, green eyes sharp despite the lazy way he lay there, arms thrown up above his head like he was perfectly fine with being at your mercy.

A lie.

"Yeah?" you murmured, voice low, teasing. "You're actually letting me take the lead?"

Teo scoffed, tilting his chin. "I ain't lettin' you do shit—"

You rolled your hips down against him, slow, dragging, and his words cut off in an exhale that was way too sharp to be casual. His fingers flexed in the sheets.

That’s what I thought.

Teo was all talk.

Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe. But when you traced your fingers down his chest, dragging over muscle, teasing at the waistband of his pants, you could feel the way his stomach tensed—like he was waiting for it.

Like he wanted this.

A slow grin spread across your face. "Relax, Teo," you drawled, letting your nails graze over his skin just enough to make him twitch. "Thought you were all about having a good time?"

He shot you a lopsided smirk, but it was weaker than usual. "I have a good time when I’m in charge."

You hummed, letting your lips ghost over his jaw, warm breath fanning against his skin. "Yeah? And yet you're still under me."

His smirk twitched. His hands gripped the sheets tighter.

You knew him. He liked to chase, to push, to win. But now, he was fighting himself, caught between instinct and curiosity.

So you kept going.

Slow.

Deliberate.

You rolled your hips against him again, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the way his breath hitched. His heartbeat was steady—but fast.

"You can stop me," you murmured against his ear, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss beneath it.

Silence.

A long silence.

And then, barely above a whisper:

"...Ain't gonna."

Oh, fuck.

The moment you heard those words, something dark and eager curled in your chest.

You dragged your lips down his neck, slow, lingering, feeling the way his pulse thrummed under your mouth. His breath hitched when you bit down, not hard, just enough to make him jolt.

His hands twitched. He still wasn’t touching you.

Good.

"Teo," you murmured, letting his name drag off your tongue as you licked over the mark you just made. "You’re real quiet all of a sudden."

His fingers twitched again. "Shut the fuck up."

You laughed, low and satisfied. "Make me."

That got a reaction. His hips jerked, just slightly, like he wanted to move but refused to give you the satisfaction. He was holding back.

Oh, but you wanted to ruin him.

Slowly, you dragged your hand down his stomach, over the waistband of his pants, pressing just enough to make him suck in a sharp breath.

"You're really fighting yourself, huh?"

His teeth clenched. "I swear to god—"

You cut him off with another roll of your hips, pressing down, slow, grinding. His breath punched out of him in a low groan, sharp and frustrated.

And fuck, did that feel good.

The shift happened fast.

One second, he was holding himself back, trying to stay in control.

The next?

His hands finally moved.

One gripped your waist, fingers digging in like he wasn’t even thinking about it. The other? Sliding up your back, gripping the nape of your neck, pulling you down.

And fuck—his mouth on yours was a mess.

Sloppy, needy, tongue pressing deep like he was finally letting himself have you. He groaned into it, a low, wrecked sound, and the grip on your waist tightened.

Gone.

Fucking gone.

And he knew it.

Because when you pulled back, breathless, his lips were kiss-swollen, his pupils blown wide, and that cocky smirk?

Nowhere to be found.

"You good?" you murmured, thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

Teo blinked, hazy, and then huffed a sharp breath, smirk flickering back—but barely.

"You tryna act all sweet now?" His voice was rough, breathless. "Nah, nah, fuck that—"

You rolled your hips down hard.

His words cut off in a sharp, wrecked sound that had your stomach twisting in the best way.

"Fuck—okay, shit—"

Teo Alvarado, lost for words.

Who knew all it took was breaking him down slow, making him wait, teasing him until he had to give in?

His hands dug into your hips, like he didn’t know if he wanted to pull you closer or push you off before he lost every ounce of control he had left.

Too late.

Way too fucking late.

"That’s better," you murmured, leaning down, lips barely brushing his. "Thought you were supposed to be having fun?"

Teo huffed, half a laugh, half a groan. "Fuck you."

You grinned. "You wished."

And then you really started moving.

You both laid there, bodies tangled, sweat cooling against your skin. The room was too warm, the sheets a mess beneath you, and Teo?

Teo looked wrecked.

Hair mussed, lips red from too many kisses, his chest rising and falling like he hadn’t fully caught his breath yet.

And you loved it.

You traced a lazy pattern over his ribs, smirking at the way he twitched beneath your touch. "You good?"

Teo cracked an eye open, staring at you like he wanted to say something smart—but he was too relaxed, too satisfied to even try.

Finally, he huffed a breath, closing his eyes again.

"Yeah," he muttered.

Then, after a beat:

"...You gotta do that again."

You laughed. "You’re the one who acted all hesitant about it."

He rolled his eyes, but there was no bite to it. "Shut up."

You grinned, leaning down to press a slow, teasing kiss to his throat. "Make me."

His breath hitched—just slightly.

And yeah.

You were definitely gonna do that again.

EXTRA, for this

Your legs still didn’t work.

"How you feelin’?" Teo grinned down at you, all smug satisfaction as he sprawled against the pillows, arms folded behind his head like he hadn’t just wrecked you for three days straight.

You glared at him.

"Don’t look at me like that," he laughed, nudging your hip with his knee. "You started it."

You huffed, voice hoarse. "You're a fucking menace."

You slowly blink awake, your head spinning, but there's a strange sense of warmth lingering around you. Your body’s heavy, almost like you can’t move, but that’s quickly overshadowed by the deliciously familiar scent of something cooking.

And then, you hear it—a voice, smooth and teasing.

“Good morning, dollface. Did you sleep well?”

You turn your head, and there he is, standing in the kitchen, wearing an apron. Not just any apron, but that apron—the one that says “Kiss the Cook” in bold, cheeky letters. The sight of it, combined with the usual smug grin on his face, makes your cheeks flush instantly.

You want to move, but your body’s still giving you that heavy, reluctant sensation. Your mind races through the fog of sleep as you try to process the scene. He’s standing there, teasingly innocent in his apron, and you can’t help but feel a little... trapped. But it’s not bad—it’s a tease, something more playful.

“Kiss the cook, huh?” you manage to mumble, your voice still thick with sleep.

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