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heaven-lee-elven-embers · 2 months ago

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𝕭𝖊𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

A/N: First of all, I want to apologize for how long this came out to be. I got WAY carried away with this one. But I certainly enjoyed writing it. Shout out to @callsignred for giving me so many GIFs to go with this fic

Pairing: Lee Pace x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 17.3k

CW: The second half of this fic is pure filth. Descriptions of Male and Female Anatomy, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Oral Male Receiving, Oral Female Receiving, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, P in V, Descriptions of bodily fluids

The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and exertion. Lee, stripped to the waist, moved with a controlled ferocity, his every punch and block precise, yet imbued with a raw power that belied his usually refined demeanor. His breath hitched in ragged gasps, punctuated by the sharp thwack of his fists against his sparring partner's padded gloves. You watched, arms crossed, the clipboard in your hand feeling heavier than usual. This was supposed to be straightforward fight choreography; a simple sequence for an upcoming scene in Foundation. But it felt anything but simple. The tension between you crackled in the air, thicker than the sweat. Every glance, every instruction, felt loaded. He’d been late again this morning, and the excuse—a last-minute script change—felt flimsy at best.

“Lee! Again, from the beginning. You’re rushing the transition from block to counter.”

You called out, your voice even despite the simmering frustration. He stopped, his chest heaving, a frustrated growl escaping his lips. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the gesture somehow both exasperated and alluring. The stark contrast between the ferocious intensity of his training and the almost petulant frustration he was now displaying was unsettling. You have been a part of the production of Foundation since the beginning. Having both some cinematic experience and in ring experience really helped you in landing this job. Since day one, you found something alluring about Lee. Being a professional, you pushed that feeling aside. This was Hollywood after all. A dumb mistake such as fraternizing with the lead actor wouldn't exactly look that great on your resumé.

He started again, slower this time. But the precision was gone, replaced with a simmering energy. He was putting more emphasis on the intensity of his expressions, far more dramatic than required for the scene. This was deliberate, you knew. He was trying to bait you, or perhaps pushing his own boundaries. You walked the perimeter of the rectangular, cushioned mat, watching his every move like a hawk. Your brow furrowed with annoyance.

“Lee, focus on the choreography. The intensity will come naturally. Right now it’s distracting. Let's take it from the top.”

You said, your tone is sharper now. He glared at you for a moment before resuming. The slight smirk playing on his lips spoke volumes. He knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn't just about the fight sequence; it was a power play, your silent battle echoing between the throws and blocks in the otherwise quiet gym. He would always push you, always test your patience. Maybe he enjoyed the friction, the spark, as much as you secretly enjoyed it. The tension in the air thickened with each strained repetition. Lee’s performance, while undeniably powerful, lacked the fluidity you demanded. His frustration was palpable, mirroring the simmering resentment in your own chest. This wasn’t just a directorial disagreement; it was a clash of wills, a silent battle played out against the backdrop of the dimly lit gym.

“Mark! You're lagging behind in this sequence. Straighten it up. Don't overthink it guys.”

You call out again, your voice still firm but tinged with a hint of annoyance. With a gesture of your hand, both men knew it was time to start again from the beginning. Despite your calm exterior, your heart leapt into your throat at the subtle glance that Lee steals from you. There was an unspoken tension that lingered there between you both. As he resumed the choreography, you felt the tension radiate between you, an unspoken dynamic that made your heart race. Was it the pressure of the looming shoot, or was it the undeniable chemistry that crackled whenever he was near? You tried to push the thought aside as he launched back into the rehearsed routine.

“More power in that punch. Keep your weight on your toes. Don't get stiff on me now.”

You instructed, forcing your gaze to remain professional. He smirked slightly, that charming, almost infuriating grin that had the ability to unravel your composure. As he landed the next move, his eyes met yours for a fleeting moment, and in that silent exchange, you felt the weight of his stare linger longer than necessary. You quickly look back down at your clipboard, trying to hide the faint smile that tugged at your lips.

The sparring session dragged on, each repetition of the sequence feeling more like a battle of endurance than a rehearsal. Lee’s movements were sharper now, his punches landing with a force that echoed through the gym. Mark, the stuntman, winced slightly but held his ground, his professionalism unwavering. You couldn’t help but admire Mark’s resilience, though your focus remained locked on Lee.

“Good. That’s better. “But watch your footing, Lee. You’re overextending on the cross. We can reign it in on the power and focus more on the choreography.”

You speak up, voice steady, though your pulse betrayed you. Lee paused, his chest rising and falling as he turned to face you. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, locked onto yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, the muscles in his arm flexing with the motion. It was maddening how effortlessly he commanded attention, how he seemed to revel in the effect he had on those around him.

“Overextending, huh? Maybe you should show me how it’s done.”

Lee said, his tone laced with a teasing edge. As he stepped closer, you crane your neck to be able to look up at him. The challenge hung in the air, daring you to respond. You felt the eyes of the crew on you, a silent audience to this unspoken game. Your grip on the clipboard tightened as you fought to maintain your composure. It would be a lie you would tell yourself if you didn't imagine what it would be like to have your hands on him.

“I’m here to direct, not to spar. That type of intervention isn't quite needed just yet. Now, again. From the top.”

You replied coolly, though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. Lee’s smirk widened, but he didn’t push further. Instead, he turned back to Mark, his expression shifting back to one of focus. The choreography resumed, the rhythm of their movements filling the gym once more. But the tension between you and Lee lingered, an invisible thread pulling taut with every stolen glance, every unspoken word. As the session wore on, you found yourself drawn into the choreography, your professional instincts taking over. You stepped onto the mat, your clipboard forgotten on a nearby bench. With a few quick adjustments, you demonstrated the sequence, your movements fluid and precise. Lee watched you intently, his gaze unwavering as you moved through the routine.

“Like this. It’s about control, not just power. You need to find the balance. Once we get the basics down, we can start to incorporate the energy of Cleon.”

You said, your voice firm as you turned to face him. Lee nodded, his expression unreadable as he stepped forward. For a moment, the world seemed to narrow to just the two of you, the hum of the gym fading into the background. He mirrored your stance, his proximity sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“Show me.”

His voice low, almost a whisper. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. But then, with a steadying breath, you reached out, your hands brushing against his as you guided him through the motion. The contact was brief, but it was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You quickly stepped back, your professional mask slipping back into place.

As you stepped closer to Lee to adjust his posture, the heat radiating from his body was almost tangible. His breathing had settled, but there was a faint sheen of sweat on his skin that caught the gym’s dim light. Placing your hands lightly on his forearm, you guided it into position, ensuring the angle was precise.

“Your guard needs to be tighter—Otherwise, you’re leaving your ribs wide open.”

You murmured, your voice quieter now, as if the proximity demanded a softer tone. He nodded, his expression serious, but as you glanced up, you caught him watching you—really watching you. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, tracing the curve of your face before meeting your eyes. The intensity there was undeniable, a spark that sent a jolt through you, quick and sharp.

“Like this, then?”

He asked, his voice low and deliberate. His arm shifted slightly under your touch, his bicep flexing as he adjusted. Your pulse quickened, but you forced yourself to stay focused. Shaking your head, you stepped even closer, your hands brushing against his as you repositioned his arm again. It's impossible to not feel his gaze on you. Your professional mask threatens to falter under the pressure and underlying tensions. You just knew that everyone was watching, taking mental notes to better prepare themselves for future scenes on set.

“You're quite thorough, I��ll give you that. A hard ass, but thorough.”

He drawled with a smirk. You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you dropped your hands and took a step back, trying to create some distance. You tilt your head to the side, mentally measuring each angle and step of Lee before looking over to Mark. Your brows we tightly knitted together, displaying your center of focus and will of concentration.

“I have to be. Otherwise, you’d be out there flailing around instead of looking like you know what you’re doing.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. You could feel the heat threatening to rise to your cheeks. Why did he have to stand so close? You could feel the heat radiating from his body. He raised a brow at you, tilting his head to the side.

“Flailing? That's a bit harsh now, don't you think?”

You lift your eyes to meet his gaze. A tight line tugged your lips into a curt smile. You knew exactly what Lee was doing, and judging by that cocky ass smirk he wore, he did too. You force out a small laugh at his challenging question.

“Harsh? No. Honest? Absolutely. Roll your shoulders back. Straighten that spine. If you're the Emperor of Trantor, you should look like it. There we go. Better. Much better. Now, let’s see it again.”

You countered, your tone sharper than intended, though you couldn’t entirely hide the smile tugging at your lips as you turned away. Lee returned to the starting position, but the tension was there, humming just beneath the surface. As he moved through the sequence, he glanced at you again—subtle, fleeting, but unmistakable. It was like a game now, a silent exchange that neither of you acknowledged aloud. He was testing you, pushing the boundaries, waiting to see how far you’d let it go.

“Take it from the top. Mark, if he messes up again, feel free to throw him around a bit. Might knock some sense into him.”

You teased with a coy smile playing on your lips. Lee looks at you, raising his brows in a ‘oh really’ type of fashion. Your eyes narrowed just slightly, a proud smirk on your lips. With a flicker of your hand, you gesture to both men to resume yet again.

“That's it. Looking good, Lee. Looking better, but you’re still telegraphing your punches. It’s too obvious. Don't think too hard about it.”

You said when he finished, crossing your arms as you studied him. He tilted his head, a sly grin curling at the corners of his mouth making your heart race and flutter.

“Maybe I want you to see them coming.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you refused to let it show. Shaking your head in dismay, you tisk at him quietly, resting your hands upon your hips. Mark bites back his chuckle at the exchange, shaking his head.

“In that case, you’ll be the one getting hit.”

You shot back, your tone cool, though your cheeks felt warm under his gaze. The session continued, the choreography falling into a smoother rhythm, but the unspoken tension between you and Lee remained, an invisible tether pulling taut with every stolen glance and subtle smirk. By the time you finally called for a break, your heart was racing, and it had little to do with the exertion on display in the gym.

The gym fell silent as you called for a break, the echo of Lee’s last punch still hanging in the air. Mark gave a quick nod of acknowledgment before heading off, leaving you and Lee alone in the cavernous space. You busied yourself with your clipboard, jotting down notes you didn’t really need to take, anything to avoid the weight of his gaze. Lee’s voice broke the quiet, casual but with that ever-present undercurrent of something more. You glanced up from where you sat in your chair, your professional mask firmly in place.

“Lunch? C'mon, I'm starving. Surely you've worked up quite the appetite from all the bossing around you've accomplished.”

He tilted his head, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. There it was, that damn overconfident smirk. You tried to keep your gaze on your clipboard as you jot down a few extra notes, but you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze locked upon your figure.

“There's catering in the next room. Help yourself. I need to finish this and make some adjustments.”

You reply as flatly as possible, but the way your heart flutters completely defies you. A silent sigh escapes you as you force yourself to look up to him. There was an all too familiar gnawing ache in your abdomen that threatened to chip away at every ounce of professionalism you had left. Reluctantly, you lift your gaze back up to his, your eyes narrowing slightly towards him.

“What, no company? I thought we were a team. Even directors and choreographers have to eat.”

He extends a hand out to you. You hesitated, the logical part of your brain screaming at you to decline. But before you could think better of it, you found yourself nodding despite the small voice in the back of your mind screaming about professionalism. Exhaling a slow breath, you take his hand, allowing him to pull you up to your feet. The initial contact sent jolts of electricity throughout your body.

“Fine. Five minutes. No more. No less.”

The two of you made your way to the adjoining room, where a modest spread of sandwiches and salads awaited. Lee grabbed a plate, his movements unhurried as he selected his meal. You followed suit, keeping a careful distance, though the tension between you seemed to follow like a shadow. Settling at a small table in the corner, you took a bite of your sandwich, determined to keep the conversation neutral. But Lee, as always, seemed to have other plans.

“So–How long are you going to keep pretending you don’t enjoy bossing me around?”

He began, leaning back in his chair with an easy confidence that was both infuriating and magnetic. You nearly choked on your bite, shooting him a sharp look. He grinned, clearly enjoying your reaction. Your cheeks flushed, but you refused to rise to the bait. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you shook your head in disbelief. Surely he wasn't being serious, or at least that's what you hoped.

“Come on. You’re always so... precise. So in control. It’s impressive, really. But I can’t help wondering if there’s more to it.”

“It’s called doing my job, Lee. My job is to ensure not just your safety, but everyone else involved. Plus it's about making sure you don’t look like an idiot on screen too.”

There was the faintest hint of sincerity in your tone. He laughed quietly, the sound rich and warm, and for a moment, you hated how much you liked it. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned forward, closing the distance between you. You hated the way your heart fluttered in your chest; hated the way your breath threatened to become knotted in the back of your throat; you hated the way these tensions always found their way to just below the surface of your skin.

“And here I thought you cared.”

You felt another wave of heat rush through your body. Your silent expression was worth a million unspoken words. You leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms as you studied him. You hated the way the butterflies fluttered about in your stomach. That confident smile of his was damn near enough to knock down your walls of professionalism.

“I do care. I care about the choreography. The success of Foundation. As as your and everyone else's success that's involved in its production. That's it.”

You state bluntly, gazing out the window of the small room. Even with your gaze averted away from his, you can still feel his eyes upon you, and it drives you mad. You wanted to be able to shrink away, to just disappear, even for just a moment. Since day one of its production, you had been on set, helping in the smaller projects of the production. Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd be here in this situation. Lee tilted his head, his smirk softening into something more thoughtful, making your pulse quicken and flutter.

“You're a terrible liar, you know. And, you're not as unreadable as you think you are.”

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a scoff. The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and undeniable. You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He was right, and you hated that he knew it. You could feel your pulse rising into your throat as you watched him from the corner of your peripheral vision. How could he read you so well?

The silence that followed was charged, the unspoken tension between you crackling like static electricity. You focused on your sandwich, determined to ignore the way his gaze lingered on you, the way his presence seemed to fill the room. But then he spoke again, his voice softer this time. You pondered silently over his words, your expression unmistakable. Your eyes narrow towards him, silently questioning him.

“It means you're not as good at hiding how you feel as you think you are.”

He said, his tone teasing but with an edge of sincerity. Your heart raced, but you refused to let it show. It couldn't have been that obvious. You had been masking it so well thus far, how could he even detect anything from you? You had kept your distance and always maintained a professional demeanor around everyone on set.

“And what exactly do you think I’m feeling, hm?”

You quip, meeting his gaze. He leaned back, his smirk returning. There's a million unspoken words shared between your gazes. You hated the fact you loved that smug ass smirk he wore. It was what he said as he spoke again that sent your pulse skyrocketing through the roof.

“Why don't you tell me what you feel?”

The challenge in his voice was unmistakable, and for a moment, you were tempted to rise to it. But then you remembered who you were, where you were, and what was at stake. You set your sandwich down, no longer pretending to have an appetite. Your hands found their way to the edge of the table, gripping it as though grounding yourself. His words echoed in your mind, sending ripples of frustration—and something far more dangerous—through you.

“I don’t have time for games, Lee. Not here. Not now. I'm here to do my job. That's it.”

You said finally, your voice steady but strained. His smirk faltered, just slightly, but the glint of mischief in his eyes didn’t fade. His tone was softer now, almost disarming. Almost. He could see your mask of professionalism begin to crack and falter. It drove you mad how well he was able to break through your walls.

“Who said anything about games? Maybe I’m just curious. Is that such a crime?”

You exhaled sharply, forcing yourself to maintain the thin veneer of professionalism that separated you from falling into the uncharted territory he was steering toward. Lee leaned forward again, resting his arms on the table. His closeness made the room feel smaller, the air heavier. His gaze upon you made your entire body burn.

“Curiosity isn’t going to help you with that choreography, is it?”

“Maybe not. But it might help me understand why you keep looking at me like that.”

Your pulse spiked, your breath catching in your throat. Before you could register your own thought process, the words flew from your mouth. The question was sharp, defensive, but it only seemed to amuse him further as you spoke, almost challenging him.

“Like what? I'm supposed to watch you and Mark in action. Wh-what are you even trying to play here?”

“Like you’re trying not to notice. Not to feel. But you do, don’t you? You're observant, almost too observant. It's quite obvious.”

He said simply, his voice low and steady. The directness of his words sent a jolt through you, and for a moment, you were left speechless. He wasn’t wrong, and that was the problem. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks, the tension coiling tighter around you, but you refused to let it show. Every fiber of your body burned and screamed for you to react, to move, to feed into his antics, yet, you remained steadfast in your professionalism.

“Y-you're imagining things. I've done no such thing. Your five minutes are up.”

You finally said, your tone clipped. You stood abruptly, grabbing your plate as if the act of leaving the table might somehow erase the moment, but as you turned to leave, his voice stopped you in your tracks.

“You keep saying that, yet you're still here. I can't help but wonder, why.”

The words hung in the air, pulling at something deep inside you. You didn’t turn around, couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze again. Instead, you let out a shaky breath and tighten your grip on the plate in your hands. You swallow thickly, fighting the urge to not feed into him, but it was damn near impossible.

“Five minutes. That's all this was. I have work that needs to be done.”

You said quietly, the words barely audible. With that, you step to leave the small room, your heart pounding in your chest as you fought to piece your composure back together. But even as you put distance between you and Lee, you couldn’t shake the weight of his words—or the way they seemed to linger, echoing long after you were gone.

The rest of the afternoon felt suffocating. Lee’s words reverberated in your head, a constant, nagging presence no matter how hard you tried to shake them off. You buried yourself in adjustments to the choreography notes, trying to ignore the way his gaze followed you as you walked back into the gym.

“Mark had to dip out early. Something came up on his end. We're calling it for the day.”

One of the crew members informs you as he passes. You lift your gaze from the laptop that rested on your thighs. Your stomach twisted at the realization. That left only one option. You tried to suppress the frustration—and something far more complicated—building inside you as you turned to Lee, who was already smirking as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. Sighing, you nod with acceptance.

“That's fine. We can call it a day—unless you wish to run the sequence together. Unless you have an objection.”

You said to Lee, keeping your voice neutral, professional. Something flickered in his eyes that made your heartbeat skyrocket. He made it look so easy to be as confident as he was. Your heart clenched as he walked towards you, gazing down at you. You could practically feel the confidence radiating from his body.

“None at all. In fact, I’ve been waiting for this opportunity. Who knows, maybe I can show you a thing or two.”

He replied, his tone all too smooth. You ignored the flicker of heat in his words and motioned for him to take his place on the mat. You set your laptop aside, stepping onto the padded surface with the deliberate movements of someone who wasn’t about to let her guard down.

“We’ll run through the first sequence—slowly. I want to make sure you’re hitting the angles correctly. We'll keep it simple.”

You said, feigning some confidence as you position yourself opposite him. Lee nodded, his expression suddenly serious, though the glint in his eye betrayed his amusement. As you moved into the starting stance, your proximity to him became painfully apparent. You could feel the heat of his body, the sheer physicality of his presence, and it sent a jolt of awareness through you that you struggled to ignore. Nodding to one another, indicating that you were both ready, you stepped into the beginnings of the sequence.

“Let’s start with the basic sequence. Just follow my lead.”

You said, raising your hands into a loose guard stance. The choreography wasn’t complicated in theory—a series of punches, blocks, and counters—but it demanded precision, a rhythm that Lee hadn’t quite mastered yet. Lee mirrored your stance, his expression serious but his eyes glinting with something far less disciplined. You ignored the flicker of warmth in your chest and focused on the task at hand. He threw the first punch, a slow jab meant to simulate the opening of the scene. You stepped back, your arm blocking his in a calculated motion before countering with a sharp strike of your own, your palm stopping inches from his chest.

“Good. But your footing’s off. You’re not grounded enough. If you shift your weight too far forward, it leaves you vulnerable.”

You stepped closer, reaching down to adjust his stance. Your fingers brushed against his calf as you nudged his foot back into place, and the brief contact sent an unexpected jolt through you. You stood quickly, gesturing for him to try again. This time, the rhythm came easier. His punches were sharper, his blocks more fluid, but there was still an edge to his movements—something almost... pointed. When he caught your strike mid-motion, his fingers closed around your wrist, holding it just long enough for your breath to hitch.

“Oohh. Looks like you hesitated.”

He smirked, his voice low, his grip firm but not harsh. His lips quirked into that maddening smirk, but he said nothing, resetting his stance. This time, you moved first, throwing a quick jab that he blocked with ease. The exchange quickened, each move building on the last.

“I didn't hesitate. “You’re supposed to deflect, not trap. Focus, Lee.”

You quip sharply, your tone sharper than intended. The choreography became a dance, your bodies moving in sync as the tension between you grew thicker with every motion. When the sequence brought you close—too close—Lee’s hand brushed your side, his palm grazing the curve of your waist as he twisted to avoid your strike. The contact was fleeting, but it left your skin burning, your thoughts scattered.

“Careful. Mind your distance.”

You remind him, your voice unsteady as you step back. His gaze locked onto yours, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. You felt frozen in place beneath his gaze. There was something different in the way he looked at you. That gaze he held was almost enough to tear down your walls. Almost. Your breath hitches in your throat as he steps closer, gazing down at you with a newfound intensity.

“Isn't that part of the choreography?”

He asked, his tone teasing but with an undercurrent of something far more serious. You stepped back into position, your body taut with both tension and purpose.

“Not this choreography. Focus. Again. From the top, Lee.”

You replied, your voice firm despite the way your heart pounded in your chest. Lee’s smirk lingered, but he obliged, resetting his stance. This time, you moved more quickly, pushing the pace of the sequence to force his focus. His first jab came fast, sharper now, and you blocked with precision. Your movements were fluid, each motion leading seamlessly into the next. But as the sequence progressed, the deliberate choreography began to blur, the rhythm shifting into something more instinctual, more reactive.

When his arm came up for a simulated hook, you ducked under it, your body twisting to avoid the strike. His other hand came up in a block, deflecting your counter, but the proximity brought you closer than either of you had anticipated. His breath fanned across your cheek, warm and uneven, and for a moment, everything else fell away. The only sounds that filled the tense atmosphere were the soft hum of the lights in the ceiling and the ragged but controlled breaths that escaped from you and Lee.

“You're fast. But not quite fast enough…”

He murmured, his voice low and close, as if the comment wasn’t meant to be heard. Your heart rate spiked again, but this time, it wasn't from adrenaline. There was something much deeper. You could feel it, and so could he. In a fluid motion, you pull away from him, regaining your composure.

“Still faster than you.”

You shot back, your tone sharper than intended as you stepped back to reset the space between you. But the words felt hollow, your pulse betraying you as it thundered in your ears. smirk returned, that maddeningly confident curl of his lips that made your resolve waver.

“Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that's a challenge.”

“Well—it's not. I-it's an observation. Again.”

You quip, refusing to fall victim to his antics. The sequence continued, but the careful precision of the choreography was slipping. Each move was sharper, each counter harder, as if the tension between you had found its outlet in the physicality of the fight. When he caught your wrist mid-motion, his grip was firm, his fingers pressing against your skin just enough to make your breath catch. He pulls you in closer, that same overconfident smirk at his lips.

“You hesitated again…”

He said, his voice a murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. You twisted free, countering with a strike aimed at his shoulder. His laugh was soft, almost breathless, as he stepped back, his stance loosening into something less practiced and more instinctual. Something changed in the air, the tensions shifting into something more tangible, more palpable.

“I did not hesitate.”

“You keep saying that, but I don’t think you believe it.”

The mat seemed smaller with every passing second. Each exchange between you and Lee grew more fluid, more intense, as if the scripted choreography had been abandoned entirely. It was no longer just about rehearsing for the scene; it had transformed into something more raw, an unspoken challenge that neither of you was willing to concede.

Lee lunged forward with a jab, his movements sharper, quicker now, forcing you to counter faster than anticipated. Your arm shot up to block, the impact reverberating through your muscles as you twisted to avoid his follow-through. Without missing a beat, you swept low, aiming a kick toward his side that he barely dodged. He then backed up a step, his chest heaving from exertion.

“Getting creative now, I see. What happened to focusing on the choreography, hm?”

He asked in a teasing tone. Everything about him radiated a comfortable confidence that you envied. He let his guard down, bringing his hands to rest on his hips. You hated that you found him attractive, the way your heart would skip a beat every time he entered the room.

“Just making sure you stay on your toes.”

You shot back, your tone crisp but betrayed by the faint smile tugging at your lips. He grinned, and the sight of it—confident, almost predatory—sent a jolt through you. The choreography had dissolved into something that felt more like a dance, the rhythm dictated not by script but by instinct. Every move brought you closer, every counter tightening the space between you. When he swept in with another strike, your hand shot up to block, but his momentum carried him forward, and suddenly you were chest-to-chest. His breath was hot against your temple, his hand resting against the curve of your waist for balance. Your pulse thundered in your ears, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

“Nice block.”

He murmured, his voice rough from exertion but laced with something else—something that sent a shiver down your spine. Before you could respond, you twisted free, resetting your stance. But the air between you was heavier now, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with the fight choreography. Your heart still thundered in your ears as you tried placing a distance from him.

“Don’t get distracted and cocky. Again. We're not done.”

You said, your voice sharper than intended as you tried to regain your focus. He chuckled softly, the sound low and infuriatingly self-assured, as he mirrored your stance. The back of your throat burned as you watched him.

“Are you sure that you can handle another round?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, refusing to rise to the bait. The sequence resumed, but the intensity had shifted. Every movement was deliberate, the space between you shrinking with each exchange. When you moved to sweep his leg, he countered with a swift block, his arm hooking around yours in a motion that sent you off balance. You stumbled, and in an instant, he stepped forward, using his momentum to guide you down onto the mat. The breath was knocked from your lungs as your back hit the cushioned surface. Before you could react, he was above you, his weight carefully balanced as he pinned your wrist to the mat. His other hand pressed against your shoulder, his grip firm but not harsh.

“Gotcha…”

He said, his voice low and triumphant, his face mere inches from yours. The world seemed to shrink around you, the heat of his body against yours making it impossible to think clearly. His eyes locked onto yours, and in that moment, the line between acting and reality blurred beyond recognition. Your chest heaves while your mind raced with a million thoughts, and not a single one was about the job at hand. The room felt unnaturally still, the distant hum of fluorescent lights doing little to mask the thunder of your heartbeat. Lee’s weight was distributed carefully, pinning you to the mat without exerting unnecessary pressure, but it was impossible to ignore the heat radiating from his body—or the way his breath was slightly uneven as it fanned across your cheek. His hand on your shoulder was firm, grounding, while his other hand still pinned your wrist to the mat, his grip steady but never harsh.

“Cat got your tongue?”

He murmured, the words laced with a teasing edge, but there was something softer in his tone that sent your pulse racing. Your breath hitched as his gaze met yours, steady and unyielding. His smirk softened slightly, replaced by an expression you couldn’t quite read—a flicker of something deeper, more sincere. The moment stretched, the weight of his presence blurring the lines between sparring partners and something far more precarious.

“Well…c-congratulations. But this—this isn't a part of what we rehearsed…”

You managed to say, your voice sharper than intended as you tried to regain control of the situation. He laughed softly, the sound low and rich, and damn him for how much you liked it. You scoffed, the sharp sound doing little to mask the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Maybe not—But I think this is the most focused you’ve been all day.”

He admitted, his tone light but his eyes still locked onto yours. The close proximity made your entire body burn with a longing need. You could feel his breath gently brush against your ear, making your skin tingle. It was a losing battle, every step you'd take towards maintaining professionalism, Lee somehow made you three steps back. It left you frustrated in numerous ways by the end of each day.

“And I think you’re enjoying this way too much.”

You shot back in an attempt to keep your emotions in check. As you lay there, pinned to the mat, your heart raced, fueled by a mixture of adrenaline and something much more personal. You could see the fine details of his face—the way the flickering gym lights caught the glint in his eyes, making them appear more like pools of deep blue. Time seemed to stretch, and with it, the space between fighting and flirting faded more with every lingering second.

“Maybe. And if I am? Can you really blame me here? You’re not exactly making it easy to stay professional here.”

Your mouth opened to respond, but no words came out. The weight of his admission—so blunt, so unflinching—left you momentarily speechless. His hand on your shoulder shifted slightly, his thumb brushing against the fabric of your shirt in a gesture so subtle you might have missed it if not for the way it sent a jolt through you. He leaned in a fraction closer, his breath mingling with yours. The challenge was clear in his eyes, daring you to break the last barrier standing between you.

“This—this isn’t professional…We’re supposed to be rehearsing. Not doing—whatever this is. Stop playing games.”

You finally stammered, though your voice lacked the conviction you’d hoped for. No matter how hard you tried, the tremor betrayed your resolve. You could feel the weight of his gaze, and it was as if he could read the turmoil simmering just beneath your surface. His smirk returned, but this time it was softened by an undercurrent of sincerity, making the moment feel dangerously real.

“Professionalism is overrated. I've seen the ways you've looked at me. The way you watch me out there in action. This feels like a win to me, doesn’t it? You have to give yourself some credit. You’ve been holding your own. But you make it far too easy sometimes.”

His words hung in the air, heavy and charged, as the tension between you reached a breaking point. You knew you should say something, do something to reestablish the boundaries you’d worked so hard to maintain. But for the first time, you found yourself hesitating—not out of uncertainty, but out of something far more dangerous.

“There’s a fine line between sparring and…whatever this is…”

You retorted, even as your heart pounded against your chest, caught between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. He released your wrist, but instead of moving back, he let his hand rest on your cheek, fingertips brushing your skin. His voice dropped to a whisper, sending a shudder through you.

“Maybe I like the idea of us crossing those lines. being unprofessional was such an issue, why aren't you fighting back, hm?”

Just then, the reality of the situation crashed over you. The gym—the rehearsals—the unwritten rules of professionalism. Was this truly where you wanted to tread? Yet, with him so close, that logical part of your mind began to blur into the background.

“What happens if we cross them?”

The words slipped from your lips before you could catch them, and you felt your cheeks flush. It was a question laced with both challenge and curiosity. Lee leaned closer, the heat radiating from him now palpable. He smiled, the playful glint in his eyes intensifying. The atmosphere thickened, charged with unspoken desires and the thrill of possibility. You silently cursed yourself for even allowing the question to leave your mouth.

“What happens if we cross those lines? Maybe—we find something none of us expected. Maybe we could discover a connection that defies all logic and reason. This chemistry between us? It’s not something you just ignore, and pretend it doesn’t exist… well, that’s just as dangerous, don’t you think?”

He repeated, emphasizing the weight of each word as if they were a boundary just waiting to be breached. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you locked in this precarious dance of tension. You hesitated, your mind racing with the implications of his words. Would crossing that line lead to something more than just the adrenaline of the moment? The thrill of the unknown pulled at you, urging you to let go of your inhibitions, yet the fear of stepping into uncharted territory loomed just as large. The sincerity in his gaze softened your defenses. You were painfully aware of the magnetic pull between you, a force that had been building each day, yet now it felt like you were teetering on the edge of letting go of professionalism.

“Or maybe we ruin everything we’ve built here. It's not just my career on the line…it's yours too. Then what do we do?”

You finally countered, desperation creeping into your voice. It was a genuine concern, one that echoed in the recesses of your mind. You couldn't afford to let personal feelings interfere with the success you both had achieved. Your voice had dropped to a whisper towards the end, a mixture of fear and thrill sweeping through you. The question hung in the air, a fragile bridge over uncertain waters. Lee's expression turned serious, the playful banter dissolving as he searched your face for an answer.

“We figure it out together. But first, let’s not deny what’s right in front of us. Let’s acknowledge the sparks flying between us. Let’s see where it leads. You can't deny that you want to.”

He replied earnestly, his thumb continuing to trace gentle patterns against your cheek. With those words, he shifted ever so slightly, his lips almost brushing against yours—an electric moment that felt suspended in time. You could feel the urge to close the distance, to finally bridge the gap that had haunted you since the very beginning. You started to speak. your heart racing, suddenly torn between what was right and what felt so undeniably real. Every fiber of your being screamed for you to embrace this moment, to lean into what might be—a chance to let go of the rigid boundaries and explore the raw, unfiltered connection that had developed.

The tension in the room was thick, a fine, delicate balance of anticipation and uncertainty. The banter between you and Lee had escalated into something more than mere flirtation. It was a looming question of crossing boundaries and embracing the unknown, a crossroads that could redefine not only your professional relationship but the entire framework of your lives and potentially careers. As Lee’s warm breath mingled with the air between you, the stakes became more clear. The fear of losing everything you had worked so hard for clashed with the undiscovered thrill of possibility. Each heartbeat echoed in your ears like a drum roll for the unfolding moment. You could feel your resolve wavering, the careful barriers you'd constructed beginning to crumble under the weight of your shared chemistry and this intense gaze. You searched his eyes for clarity, hoping to find reassurance amid the chaos of your thoughts. What would it mean to give in to this connection? Would it bring joy, or would it lead to disaster? The unspoken potential loomed large, tempting you to take that leap of faith.

“And if we can't go back? Then what?”

You asked quietly, vulnerability lacing your tone. Lee's expression softened, his gaze unwavering.

“Sometimes, the risks we take are what lead us to the most profound experiences in life. It’s about understanding that sometimes, letting go can lead to what we truly desire.”

That statement struck a chord deep within you. Could this really be the moment you’d been both yearning for and dreading? In the quiet turmoil of your thoughts, you realized that denying this connection could be just as destructive as acting on it. You inhaled sharply, feeling the gravity of his insight. The concept of loss loomed large, but perhaps the real loss would be in forgoing this chance—the chance to explore the depths of your connection. The walls you had built in the name of professionalism began to feel less like protection and more like a cage.

“Say we dive into this—but we sink and drown? Then what?”

You murmured, the vulnerability in your voice a stark contrast to the once authoritative tone you held before. Lee leaned closer, his presence warm and grounding. His voice was low, filled with conviction as he brushed his thumb against your cheek in a way that sent butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“We might drown, but we might also swim—I can’t promise it won’t be messy, but I can promise you this—whatever happens, we’ll be in it together.”

His words stirred something deep within you, a blend of exhilaration and fear. You steadied your breath, drawn to the earnestness in his expression, the way his sincerity seemed to strip everything back, exposing the beating hearts beneath your professional facades. With each shared heartbeat, the tension between you crackled like electricity, the air thickening with unshared breaths and a million unsaid feelings. As the distance between you evaporated, you could feel the warmth radiating from him. The moment drew you in, a gravitational pull that felt both daunting and undeniable. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with sweat from such a vigorous workout enveloped you, intoxicating and familiar, grounding you even as your head spun with possibilities. You could see it now—the potential that lay within that simple act of connection.

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as you allowed yourself to lean in, closing the scant distance that had felt insurmountable mere moments ago. The soft brush of Lee’s lips against yours sent a thrill through your entire being. It was tentative at first, a gentle exploration that quickly deepened into a passionate embrace. Every doubt faded, dissolving in the warmth of the kiss, as though the act itself had the power to erase the lines between your lives. In that moment, as the kiss deepened, you surrendered to what had been simmering beneath the surface for too long. The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you suspended in a moment that felt infinite. The thrill of possibility surged through your veins, incandescent and alive. You realized this was not merely a kiss—it was the culmination of everything you had feared and desired, a harmonious blend of passion and tenderness that promised not just to alter your lives, but to redefine them entirely.

As the kiss deepened, a rush of heat enveloped you both, igniting a whirlwind of emotions that had been lurking beneath the surface for so long. Your hands found their way to Lee's bare chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers—steady and reassuring. That connection grounded you, anchoring you amidst the chaotic swirl of desire and fear that danced in your mind. His skin was warm and inviting, a canvas that you desperately wanted to explore. You traced the contours of his muscles, each gentle press igniting a deeper spark of longing within you. The kiss was intoxicating, a fusion of tenderness and urgency that seemed to pulse with the unspoken words you both shared. Your bodies aligned perfectly, fitting together as if creating a puzzle that had long awaited its missing piece. The way his lips moved against yours was both electric and soft, each caress urging you to lose yourself further in the moment.

With every sigh and soft gasp, you could feel the weight of your worries dissipating, replaced by an exhilarating thrill that wrapped around your hearts like a warm embrace. This was a dance of emotions, each beat propelling you forward, urging you to explore the depths of what had been held back for so long. There were many sleepless nights you fantasized and imagined what this moment would be like; it was far better than any ounce of imagination you could conjure in the depths of your mind. As you melted into him, your fear transformed into passion, shaping the contours of this newfound, broken boundary. The kiss intensified, becoming a fervent ultimatum against the chaos of your shared lives—a promise that no matter the outcome, this moment belonged to you both. It spoke of vulnerability, of saying yes to the uncharted territory ahead, of daring to plunge into the abyss of potential joy and heartbreak together.

The world outside faded, leaving only the softness of his whisper against your skin and the taste of hope lingering on your lips. In that breathless moment, you realized that the uncertainty had become part of the beauty, a paradox that had drawn you closer. You were not just surrendering to desire; you were embracing a bond forged in mutual understanding and uncharted tensions, a connection that shimmered with possibility. Time seemed to stretch, cloaking you in a cocoon of endless want and need, where nothing else mattered. You could feel his hands roaming across your arms, his touch a warm contrast against the cool air surrounding you. With every inch of your skin that he explored, you felt barriers melt away, paving the way for raw sincerity and wild hope. As you finally broke the kiss, both of you breathless and wide-eyed, the reality of your situation hung in the air like a promise yet unfulfilled. The tension had transformed into something tangible and potent, like a sigh you both had been aching to exhale. You searched his gaze for reassurance, for clarity, and there it was—a raw honesty that mirrored your own whirlwind of emotions.

Lee's eyes held a depth of understanding, a reflection of your shared uncertainty and hope for what lay ahead. His warm gaze searched yours, as if trying to decipher every nuance of the swirling emotions within you both. There was a flicker of vulnerability in his expression, echoing your own—a silent acknowledgment that despite the thrill of the moment, the future was still murky. Yet in that gaze, you also saw a determination that ignited a fierce warmth in your chest. As the air between you thickened, the weight of his promise hung vividly in the silence—a commitment to face whatever storms might come, together. With each rhythmic pulse of your heart, you felt empowered by the decision you had made in that single, electric moment. No longer were you just colleagues bound by duty; you were two souls willing to dance on the edges of the unknown. The vulnerability that once felt so daunting now seemed like an inviting tapestry, woven with threads of hope, excitement, and a hint of danger. The thought of possibly sinking was overshadowed by the exhilarating image of swimming side by side, navigating every wave that life threw your way.

You could feel the heat of the moment swirling—almost intoxicating—yet deeply grounding. It was a stark reminder of just how far you both had come, and how far you were willing to go. The fading echoes of laughter and life outside your bubble felt like a distant memory, replaced by the heartbeat of two people ready to dive deep into something far greater than themselves. With a mingling of trepidation and exhilaration, you thought about what lay beyond this moment—the late-night talks, the challenges, the inevitable bumps in the road. Lee brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your skin, sparking electric currents that sent shivers down your spine. His gentle touch was comforting and soothing, unraveling any lingering doubts. As Lee leaned closer, the world outside faded further, leaving just the two of you suspended in this intimate moment. The anticipation hung thick in the air, charged with the thrill of what could come next. His fingers, still tucked behind your ear, trailed down the side of your neck, igniting a delicious warmth that spread through your body, urging you to take that leap into the unknown. Instinctively, you arch your neck as his fingers trailed down.

“Let's get out of here, while it's just us.”

He whispered softly, his breath brushing against your skin, creating an electric connection neither of you could ignore. There was an urgency in his voice, layered with a hint of mischief that sent your heart racing. The weight of the gym's fluorescent lights felt stifling compared to the intoxicating heat of his presence. You hesitated for just a heartbeat, the gravity of the suggestion looming large. The promise of something more private sparked a mixture of excitement and apprehension within you. But as you locked eyes with Lee, the trepidation began to dissolve. The temptation was too alluring to resist, and you could sense that he felt the same pull towards what lay beyond the boundaries of your routine.

“O-okay…”

You breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, but with a newfound determination. The decision hung between you like a half-formed promise, brimming with the potential to transform your relationship entirely. The journey to his trailer felt like a whirlwind, each step charged with anticipation. Once inside, the atmosphere shifted again. The space was softly dimmed, a stark contrast to the bright, bustling world outside. As the door clicked shut behind you, a sense of privacy deepened the connection already blossoming between you. Lee stepped closer, his presence almost magnetic as he reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers in a gesture that felt both casual and significant. The warmth of his touch ignited every nerve ending in your body, an unspoken promise of what might come next. He drew you in, and you found yourself against him, heart racing and breath hitching in your throat as you shared a nervous laugh, a fleeting moment breaking the tension.

“You really think we should…”

You started, a hint of uncertainty lacing your tone. But the spark in your eyes contradicts your words, reflecting shared desire and unshakeable chemistry. The privacy of the small space invited exploration, so instead of answering, he closed the gap between you once more, bringing his lips to yours in a soft, lingering kiss that only heightened the electric charge in the air. It was a kiss filled with promise, a silent agreement to embrace whatever was to come. The outside world no longer existed; it was just you two, caught in a moment where everything felt possible. Your fingers eagerly become entangled in his hair, desperately pulling him in closer. His hands find your waist, pulling you against his hardened body. With a surge of excitement, Lee wraps his strong hands around your waist, his touch igniting a flutter in your stomach. As he effortlessly lifts you, a sharp gasp escapes you, his fingers glide lower, tracing the curve of your body past your hips and the plump mounds of your ass, gliding along the backs of your thighs. In one fluid motion, he hoists you up, and instinctively, you wrap your legs around him, feeling the warmth of his embrace as he holds you securely against him. He steadies you against his strong frame, his arms securely supporting you as you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He maintains a firm grip, ensuring you're comfortable, while the warmth of his body envelops you. With a gentle but confident stride, he carries you toward the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. As he approaches the bed, he carefully shifts his hold, lowering you softly onto his lap, allowing you to straddle him. His strong hands rest on your waist, providing a sense of support and security. The closeness between you heightens the intimacy of the moment, as you share a look that conveys your connection, both playful and tender. As you pull back, Lee’s gaze was unwavering, filled with warmth and a mischievous glint, a cocky smirk at his lips.

“Guess we’re ditching the gym for a workout of a different kind?”

He teased, and that playful remark relaxed the last of your nerves. You smiled, feeling a sense of freedom wash over you, making space for all the countless possibilities ahead. Lee’s smirk was infectious, breaking the seriousness of the moment and drawing a laugh from you that felt like the first breath after being submerged. As you nestled against him, the world outside faded entirely, leaving only the warmth of his body and the flickering shadows that played across the walls. Lee's hands moved expertly, his fingertips trailing along your back, igniting sparks that traveled southward, stirring the heat building between you. His touch was confident yet gentle, as if he was navigating a landscape he both knew and sought to discover anew. The way he looked at you kindled something fierce within—a compelling mix of hunger and tenderness that sent your heart racing.

“Just think about it—no more interruptions; just us…”

He murmured, his breath warm against your ear. There was a gravity to his voice, and the sincerity in his tone made your stomach flutter with anticipation. You nodded, caught in his orbit, fully aware that this was a significant shift. With a playful tilt of your head, you brushed your lips teasingly against his, a flirtation that spoke volumes to the wildness that was unfolding. The kiss deepened, mutual in its eagerness; it was exploratory, as if both of you were tasting the nuances of each other's emotions—the thrill of diving into the unknown together. As the kiss lingered, Lee’s grip around your waist tightened, drawing you closer still, each gentle squeeze a reassurance in this teasing dance. The weight of his body against yours was intoxicating, giving rise to a warm, buoyant feeling that surged through you. Your hands slowly trailed down his neck to his shoulders and down to his chest. You could feel his thundering heartbeat against your palm.

“I can’t believe I almost said no…it feels wrong, but this feels so right.”

You breathed against his lips, your heart racing. His grin widened, illuminating the room as he gazed into your eyes, that playful intensity glinting like the stars outside. The confidence in his voice steadied you, a bold declaration that both challenged and reassured you as he spoke.

“Good thing you didn’t. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, but somehow, you knew he was right. Lee's fingers tremble slightly as he grips the lower hem of your shirt, his eyes searching yours for any sign of willingness. The room feels charged with unspoken emotions, and you can sense the deep connection that's been building between you. There's a mix of eagerness and respect in his demeanor, showing that he values your comfort and consent above all else. His breath quickens as you nod, giving him the go-ahead. With careful deliberation, he lifts the shirt slightly, revealing just a hint of skin. The movement is slow, almost reverent, as if he’s uncovering a treasure he’s longed to see. You can feel the warmth radiating between you, a silent dialogue of trust and curiosity.

With a shared drawing breath, you surrendered to the moment. The tension that had once seemed so daunting now felt like a thrilling invitation, one that beckoned you deeper into the possibilities of your connection. As he explores, your heart races, not just from the physical closeness, but from the raw intimacy of the moment. His fingers gently trace along the exposed flesh, igniting a sense of discovery as you both delve deeper into this shared experience. With every touch, every tentative movement, the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you in this heightened reality. As Lee's mouth begins to move against your throat, a shiver races down your spine. The gentle warmth of his breath sends ripples of sensation that feel both exquisite and electrifying. His kisses are featherlight but filled with intention, each one igniting a fire that pools deep within. You can’t help but gasp softly, the sound escaping you like a secret whispered in the dark.

His hands roam freely now, exploring the contours of your body with a tenderness that both grounds you and sets you ablaze. As he trails downward, his mouth dances along your collarbones, paying careful attention to every curve and dip, each kiss stirring a delightful anticipation in your chest. The world outside fades further into oblivion, the only sounds that matter now are the soft whispers of your breaths and the quiet moans that slip past your lips. Your entire body felt ablaze from the newly discovered attention you had craved for months. Your eyes flutter at the sensation his hot breath against your skin draws deep from within your body. You try to bite back a whimpering moan at the sensation of feeling his rapidly hardening cock pressing against the inside of your thigh. Even through the fabrics of your clothes, you could feel his cock throb.

With a sudden rush of courage, you feel a yearning to offer more of yourself to him. You reach behind your back, fingers trembling slightly as you unclasp your bra. The fabric falls away, and you feel the cool air collide with your skin, igniting your senses. The cool air laps at your skin, sending chills down your spine. The vulnerability of the moment intertwines with the thrill of surrender, and as you look into Lee’s eyes, it’s as if you’re inviting him into a deeper realm of intimacy and exploration. The moment deepens as he shifts his focus, tracing the outline of your newly exposed skin with soft, lingering kisses. Each touch from his mouth feels like a promise, a call to explore the depths of what lies between you. His head dips down to explore the newly exposed skin of your supple breasts. His fingers glide over your curves, mapping the terrain of your body as he loses himself in the sensation, completely captivated and enamored by your beauty. Your head lulls back, a soft moan falls from your lips as you arch into his hands and the demanding heat of his mouth.

As the moment continues to unfold, the emotions swirling around you both become palpable, almost physically and visually tangible. The electric tension and chemistry that has been building for so long had finally reached a breaking point, and now, with each shared touch, it’s released like a dam overflowing and breaking. You can feel the warmth of Lee's body against yours, a constant reminder of his presence that both comforts and exhilarates you, that this moment is far more than just a figment of your imagination. His eyes, filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness, reflect a deep understanding of the gravity and passion of the moment. Every brush of his fingertips against your skin sends shockwaves of warmth cascading through you, igniting every fiber of your body. You sense his heartbeat quicken, mirroring your own racing pulse, creating a rhythm that pulsates between you. This synchronization of your bodies forms an unspoken bond, as each of your explorations brings you closer than you’ve ever been.

The mix of excitement, longing, and nervousness coursing through you heightens every moment, every gentle caress, every heated moan and sigh. As Lee’s soft kisses travel down your collarbone, you can’t help but exhale a needy sigh, feeling as though he’s unlocking something deep within you. Your fingers eagerly become entangled in his hair as his mouth hungrily envelops one of your nipples. His tongue expertly swirls around the tender bud while his hand eagerly envelops and gropes the other. His fingers traced the outline of your areola, slowly, languidly, he takes your hardening nipple between his fingers. The sensation of your nipple being gently rolled and tugged on between his fingers made your velvety walls clench and quiver with need. The world outside your shared space ceases to exist; it’s as if time has stopped, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of warmth, passion, exploration and intimacy. You are both fully present, basking in the euphoria of connection as feelings of desire intertwine with deep affection and the longing need to finally exhale months of sexual tensions and undeniable chemistry.

With every touch, every lingering kiss, the air thickens with unsaid words and promises. The vulnerability you feel isn’t just about skin; it’s exposure of the heart, the unveiling of your true selves. As your breaths mingle, the sensation becomes intoxicating, coaxing out soft gasps and moans that express what words can’t capture. Lee’s hands, though tentative, are laced with intention, exploring the curves and contours of your body as if memorizing a cherished map. In that intimate space, you realize this is more than just a culmination of desire; it’s a celebration of trust and an awakening of something profound. The moments stretch, and you pull him closer, encouraging him to explore deeper, to traverse this landscape of flesh and emotion together. Each exchange, each sigh, whispers stories of longing and dreams, weaving the tapestry of your connection tighter. You surrender to this tide of emotion, allowing it to wash over you, drawing you and Lee closer. It’s exhilarating to finally embrace what has been building between you, and in this shared vulnerability, you discover a sanctuary—an invitation to trust and explore the depths of each other, beyond the physical, into the realms of intertwined souls.

As the remnants of any remaining rationale fades away completely, the only sensations that matter are those between your bodies, the passionate dance of exploration and desire enveloping you both. Each breath you take is deeper, more raspy, as the heat of the moment envelops you like a warm embrace. You feel every heartbeat—a frantic rhythm echoing through your body, seizing the air around you with an urgency that vibrates between you two. Lee’s hands roam with a mix of gentle caresses and hungry exploration, igniting currents of electricity with every touch. When his fingers glide along your skin, you’re acutely aware of their path, tracing a firework trail straight to your core. The way he pauses to savor each reaction, each gasp, sends shivers of excitement coursing through you, amplifying your need for him. The intimate whispers of your breaths become a symphony that punctuates this exquisite moment, urging him on, inviting him to delve deeper into your desires.

You can’t help but lose yourself in every kiss he places along the soft swell of your breasts, his mouth attentive and fervent, igniting sensations that wrap around you like tendrils of a sweet melody. Each flick of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure directly to your core, where a pool of longing awaits. It's as if his very essence seeps into you with each kiss, creating a primal need far more significant than physical touch and caress. With each gasp that escapes your lips, the air thickens with your shared exhilaration and sexual need. You feel the weight of his body pressing more into yours as he pulls you closer, each inch a comforting assurance that he’s fully present and eagerly reciprocating the intensity of the moment. The rhythm of your mingled breaths echoes the heartbeats that race in unison, revealing the profound connection shared in this cocoon of intimacy. The world’s noise is drowned out by the soft sounds of skin against skin and the quiet, needy sighs that reveal your unfiltered desire. As your fingers intertwine in his hair, you guide him to explore, to discover every inch of you with sacred reverence. The thought of vulnerability flows through you like a wave; each gentle caress feels like a step deeper into uncharted territory. You revel in the sensation of being laid bare before him, your heart racing in response to the raw honesty of the moment. With each new exploration, every shudder of pleasure emanating from deep within, you realize that you're not just surrendering physically but also emotionally, trusting him with your most intimate self.

Emboldened, you allow one of your hands to travel down between your bodies. Your hand splays across his lap as you eagerly palm his hardened member through the sweatpants he wore. A heated and breathy groan rises into his throat at the sensation. You venture deeper, your hand exploring the contours of his body as if mapping out every ridge and muscle. The quiet sounds that slip from his lips—soft groans mingled with needy breaths—fuel your desire, encouraging you to delve further into this uncharted desire. You can feel how he responds to each touch, the way his body leans into yours, eager and compliant, as

he too is discovering the beauty of surrender to such desire. His breath hitches in the back of his throat as you drag the heel of your palm along his throbbing length. Each breath that leaves his lips is more shaky than the last as he melts into your touch. As Lee leans more into your touch, his body fitting perfectly against yours, you can feel the warmth radiating from him, an unspoken need of the desire coursing through both of you. His eyes close momentarily, lips parting as the breathless sounds escape him, each groan a mix of longing and need that reverberates within you, urging you to explore further.

“Fuck—Please…I crave more of you… I want to touch every part of you, to make you feel as alive as you make me feel…I want to feel every inch of you…”

He murmurs, his voice a low, husky whisper that sends shivers down your spine. There's a pleading vulnerability in his confession, a raw honesty that draws you closer. You can sense his anticipation, the way he shifts slightly, leaning into your palm, as if your touch has sparked a flame within him that cannot be extinguished. The sweatpants cling to him, hinting at the contours beneath, igniting your own desire to explore his skin—the heat, the softness, the intoxicating scent of him. Slowly, your fingers trace towards the waistband of his sweatpants, a teasing exploration that elicits another deep groan from him. Your fingers slowly dive beneath the surface of his pants and boxers. He inhales sharply as your fingers move to wrap around his hardened member. Your thumb gently grazed across the swollen tip that had become faintly moist with precum. He exhales a shaky breath, allowing himself to succumb completely to his need to feel you even more.

“I need you…I need you more than ever…”

He confesses breathlessly, his need intermingling with a sense of urgency that makes your heart race. You lock eyes with him; it’s a wordless promise, a shared understanding of the depths of longing that binds you together. Slowly, your hand moves along his length, pumping his neglected erection. You lean in closer to him, your lips tenderly brushing against his ear.

“I need you too…let me show you just how much I've needed you…”

You whisper, the evening air thick with desire, as you surrender to the gnawing ache that pooled between your thighs. You take a deep breath, feeling the intensity between you grow as you begin to slide down from his lap. The warmth of his body lingers on your skin, and your heart races with anticipation. With a feverish urgency, you tug his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs, feeling the fabric slip away, and toss the garments aside, creating a sense of liberation and intimacy. Lee watches you, his gaze filled with a mix of desire, love, lust and vulnerability, a silent encouragement that pushes you further.

As you kneel between his legs, you can’t help but admire the way he shifts slightly, welcoming your presence. Your hands find their way to his thighs, fingertips trailing along the muscular contours, eliciting a shiver from him. You explore slowly, savoring the way his skin feels beneath your touch, each brush igniting a deeper yearning. You glance up at him, your eyes locking, and in that moment, you see the longing mirrored back at you. There’s an unspoken connection, a promise of what’s to come. You continue your exploration, hands gradually moving higher, feeling the tension building within him, the way he responds instinctively to your every touch. Lee bites his lip, the breath catching in his throat as your fingers dance along the outline of his desire, drawing closer with each gentle caress.

Leaning in closer, you slowly drag your tongue along the prominent vein that throbbed on the underside of his cock. The wet heat of your tongue against the velvety smooth skin of his cock elicits a desperate groan from his lips. His fingers find their way into your hair, fisting a handful at the base of your neck as he guides you gently, pushing you closer. Each movement is filled with a mix of urgency and tenderness, a silent communication that deepens the intimacy between you. The way he grips your hair drives you wild, igniting a fire within you, making you crave the connection even more. This connection you felt was far better than any of your wildest fantasies. Wrapping your fingers around him, you slowly pump your hand along his girthy length. Eagerly, you take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the throbbing tip of his cock. The precum that had glistened on the tip was the perfect mix of subtly salty and sweet; the taste against your tongue earns a heated and appreciative moan from you.

You hum softly in acknowledgment of the heated sounds that escape him, the throaty gasps and soft moans fueling your desire. The vibrations send tingling sensations coursing through you, and you can feel a rhythmic pulse of pleasure building inside, entwined with the pleasure you give. You close your eyes for a moment, immersing yourself in the experience, feeling every nuance of his reaction, keenly aware of the way he responds to your movements. With each movement of your head, and with the encouragement from Lee, you could feel his cock be invited down your throat. Saliva drips from between your lips, coating your chin as you continue to bob your head along his length. Each movement, you could feel your throat relax more, allowing more of him to fill your throat and mouth.

Yet, amidst the pleasure you’re providing him, there’s an undeniable ache within your own body, a craving for release. The need for your own satisfaction heightens as you focus intently on pleasing him, each motion charged with longing, each moment a mix of ecstasy and desire. As the intensity of the moment deepens, you feel Lee's grip on your hair become more pronounced, guiding the pace at which you move. There’s a raw energy in his touch that sends shivers down your spine. With each deliberate motion, he controls the rhythm, pushing you down further when he wants to feel that closeness, that complete connection between you. You find a breathless rhythm, and as you pull away slightly, gasping for air, you sense the mix of sensations swirling around you. Saliva glistens on your chin and lips as you gulp down air. Your eyes meet his, his gaze clouded with a mix of longing, passion, and need. The warmth and slickness of your saliva on your chin and lips add to the overwhelming intensity, and you can feel the heat radiating from both of you.

As you focus on the pleasure you’re giving, a few tears escape your eyes, a natural response to the sudden lack of air, but they only serve to heighten the experience. As your breath comes in ragged gasps, you can feel a magnetic energy pulsating between you, an unspoken connection that deepens with every moment. Both your eyes are wide, dilated with pleasure and a shared need, reflecting the fire ignited in this heated exchange. The air around you is thick with intensity, a tangible embodiment of your desires intertwining. Lee’s grip on your hair tightens slightly, not out of force, but rather an invitation—a pulling in that invites you into a more intimate space. He draws you closer, his lips capturing yours in a fervent kiss that ignites your senses. It’s a kiss filled with urgency and warmth, a melding of your breaths that perfectly punctuates the depth of what you both craved the most. The taste of him lingers, sweet yet intoxicating on your lips and tongue. The heat of his body against yours, the softness of his lips, and the intensity in his gaze all meld together, creating a sublime sense of connection that goes beyond mere pleasure. Each kiss reinforces the bond, leaving you both breathless and craving more, as the unrelenting need for each other surges through both your veins.

With a sudden burst of energy, Lee gently but firmly coaxes you closer, tilting the balance of power in this heated exchange. In an effortless motion, he flips your positions, laying you back against the softness of the mattress. Your chest heaves with the intensity of the shift, each breath a delightful mixture of anticipation and exhilaration. As you look up into his eyes, he leans in, his voice low and filled with eager promise.

“Now it's your turn…you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this…”

He murmurs, a teasing smile playing on his lips. His desire to reciprocate the pleasure you’ve given him ignites a fire within you, knowing that this moment is equally about exploring and savoring the connection you've cultivated together. With his swift yet careful hands, he begins to remove your pants and panties, a soothing gesture filled with reverence. He tsks quietly, seeing just how wet you were from the dampness that had soaked your psnties. There’s a thrill in your vulnerability, knowing he is just as eager to please you as you were to please him. Each piece of clothing discarded amplifies the electricity in the room, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake.

“Look at you…you're so fucking wet for me. This is still what you want?”

His words hung heavily in the air. Your chest rose and fell as you watched him intently. Lee's focus is unwavering, his eyes locked onto you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. It was just the two of you enveloped in this shared exploration, ready to embrace the next level of intimacy that awaits. Every brush of his fingers against your skin feels electric, every glance charged with promise as he awaits your response. You nod eagerly, surrendering to the burning need that roared within your body. Shyly, your legs opened more for him, inviting him in to savor you just as you had savored him. Your heart races as Lee's intentions become clear, the air thick with tension and anticipation. His hands glide slowly along your legs, the delicate touch sending sparks through your entire body. He deliberately avoids the heat pooling between your thighs, building the suspense and heightening your craving for his touch.

As he leans down, your breath catches, heart pounding louder with each kiss and gentle bite he plants along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The sensations amplify as his hands grip your thighs, strong yet tender, as he positions himself between your legs. You feel the weight of his presence, a mixture of dominance and care, as he rests your legs over his shoulders, creating an intimate space where only you two exist. His voice is a low growl, thick with desire, as his gaze holds yours. It feels like time stands still for a moment, every second stretching with possibility. You feel vulnerable yet empowered under his scrutiny, every breath you take echoing your longing.

“Look at you…you're perfect…”

The tension between you crackles with electricity as his eyes flicker with excitement and promise, igniting a fire within you that begs to be stoked further. The anticipation swells as Lee positions himself lower, his breath hot against your skin. The moment he lowers his head between your legs, you feel a rush of excitement mixed with vulnerability. His kisses are soft at first, exploring the delicate skin on the inside of your thighs, sending ripples of sensation coursing through you. Each bite is teasing yet intentional, igniting the sensitive nerves that crave his touch. He gently places your legs over his shoulders, the position leaves you fully exposed to him. With each movement, he brings you closer to the edge of your desires, his body language speaking volumes about his intentions. His intense gaze never leaves yours, locking you in a silent agreement that strengthens the bond between you.

As he works his way closer to where you need him most, the heat between your thighs becomes unbearable, your body thrumming with anticipation. His slow, deliberate pace heightens the tension, each gentle touch an invitation to let go of inhibition. You can see the hunger in his eyes, a primal urge mirrored in the way your body reacts, instinctively arching towards him, seeking the relief only he can provide. The back of your throat burned with anticipation to be devoured by him. For months, you had found yourself imagining and thinking of scenarios just like this one, and now, it was no longer just a vivid thought, dream or fantasy. You mewl heatedly, almost begging him to devour you.

“Hold on for me. You won't regret it. You're all mine…”

He murmurs, his voice low and seductive, wrapping around you like a velvet touch. Every syllable adds to the electric charge in the air, making your heart race even faster. You nod, breathless, surrendering fully to this moment, ready for the ecstasy that awaits. He finally shifts his focus to the junction between your thighs, his intentions clear. As his mouth approaches, you can feel his breath grow hotter as his mouth draws closer to your slick folds. Like a crashing wave, you exhale a damn near pornographic moan as he presses a chaste kiss against your velvety folds. He eagerly drives his tongue into your pussy, slowly swiping it through your folds. He groans at the deliciously, delicate taste of your arousal on his tongue.

As Lee's mouth descends, every nerve in your body is awakened. His tongue moves with purpose, a soft, delicate exploration that sends electric tingles coursing through you. You can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with the cool air, heightening your awareness of each subtle shift. With a gentle sweep of his tongue, he tastes you, savoring the sweetness of your essence. Each movement is deliberate—slow, teasing, building a tension that leaves you breathless. The way his mouth encompasses you feels like a warm embrace, wrapping you in comfort and desire. You can’t help but notice how he relishes every moment, as if discovering a hidden treasure. Your fingers become entangled in his hair; your nails softly scratching his scalp, encouraging him even further. His gaze remains locked on yours, filled with an intensity that deepens the connection between you. Each flick of his tongue sends shivers down your spine, urging you to surrender further to the sensations. He seems to be attuned to your every reaction, adjusting his rhythm and pressure, responding to the soft gasps that escape from your lips, the way you grind yourself aching cunt into his mouth, and the way your nails scratch at his scalp.

As he continues, his head moves rhythmically, a natural flow that mimics the tides—sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful, yet always captivating. It's the way he immerses himself wholly in the moment, intent on evoking pleasure from you, that adds an intoxicating layer to the experience. You inhale sharply as he uses two fingers to spread open your glistening sex, admiring how aroused you had become. You find yourself lost in the rhythm, the world around you fading beneath the waves of sensation coursing through your core. Each delicious taste seems to inspire him further, igniting a hunger that feels all-consuming. He dips his head back down to your dripping sex, eagerly enveloping you once again.As Lee continues, the sensations escalate, enveloping you in a haze of pleasure. His tongue expertly dances over your slick arousal, each movement deliberate and tantalizing, exploring the curves and folds with an exquisite slowness that leaves you gasping for more. The warmth of his mouth surrounds you, creating a cocoon of heat that amplifies every electric pulse radiating from your core.

With each lap of his tongue, you can feel a delicious swirl of warmth building within you—a rising tide of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm your senses. Lee's focus is unwavering, and his technique ignites a primal response; you instinctively arch your back, seeking deeper contact, urging him on. The way he alternates between soft, teasing strokes and firmer, demanding movements keeps you on a precipice of desire, teetering between bliss and urgency. You throw your head back as his thumb presses tight, languid circles against your clit. Each movement sends jolts of electrifying bliss through your body that makes your legs tremble from the stimulation. Your nails find their way into his hair, fingers tangling with the soft strands, urging him closer. Each gentle tug is a silent plea for more, spurring him to delve deeper into the sensations you crave. You can feel him responding to you, the way his groans reverberate through your core, enhancing the connection between your bodies. The combination of his fervent devotion and the way he explores your body with such intent sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, building with each moment. The tension coils tighter and tighter within your core, urging you ever closer to that sweet release.

“Lee…just like that…like that…”

You pant, breathless, each swipe, flick, and roll of his tongue pulls you closer to the edge of sweet release. The words spill out as though each syllable was crafted from the pleasure building inside you. The tension coiling tighter within you is intoxicating—an exquisite mix of anticipation and desire. You feel your body’s response to him intensify, every nerve ending alive and buzzing with the electric thrill of his touch. It’s as if time has stilled, each moment stretching out into infinity as you surrender fully to the waves of pleasure crashing over you. The sensations swirl and mingle, a dance of heat and longing, driving you ever closer to a place of complete surrender. With every exquisite motion, Lee seems to read your body like an open book, tuning into the rhythm of your breath and the way your hips instinctively move towards him. Each firm stroke of his tongue sends ripples of ecstasy surging through you, a melody of sensations playing a sweet symphony in your mind.

“That's it…relax…let go…fuck…”

He murmurs, his voice a low, sultry whisper that wraps around you, grounding you even as you feel yourself slipping further into the realm of bliss. You obey, surrendering fully to the sensations that flood your senses, each flick and swirl drawing you closer to that precipice where everything feels heightened and alive. He quickens the pace a fraction, driving you toward that edge, each flick of his tongue sending you spiraling higher. You can’t help but grind against him, desperate for that sweet pressure that sends the heat pooling more intensely within you. Hints of urgency lace through the pleasure, and you feel it build like a powerful wave, ready to crash over you.

“Lee…I—Oh fuck…”

You breathe out, a soft cry infused with longing as you press your body closer, seeking that delightful friction, that connection that seems to ignite every nerve ending. His attention remains relentless, determined, coaxing every drop of pleasure from within you, teasing and savoring the way your body responds. As his thumb remains a steady and insistent presence, you can feel the tight coil of tension winding tighter, spiraling with each thrust of his tongue. He shifts his angle slightly, discovering new depths of pleasure within you, and you gasp as a new wave of sensations washes over, the heat pooling uncontainably.

“Like that…just like that…don't stop. Please don't stop…you're gonna make me cum…”

You plead, your voice a breathy whisper, filled with the urgency of your desire. He responds by increasing the intensity, swirling and curling with practiced fervor, and you find yourself teetering at that tantalizing edge, ready to plunge into the depths of ecstasy.

“Let go for me…”

He encourages softly, and you can't help but succumb to his coaxing. It's more than just physical; it's a connection that reaches into the very core of your being. The rush builds higher, overwhelming and intoxicating, until finally, you feel yourself shatter into a million blissful pieces, crashing over the edge as pleasure floods your senses, leaving you breathless and entirely consumed in the aftermath of release. The air is filled with the sinful and pornographic squelching sounds of Lee eagerly devouring your quivering cunt and eagerly lapping up the juices of your orgasm.

“That's it. Just like that. Cum all over my fingers, drench me in your cum. Show me how much you need me, how much you want me to fuck you.”

He rasped, his voice strained with passion, lust and adoration for you. He could feel his own cock throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside your quivering cunt. His heart raced as he felt your walls clench down hard on his fingers, your body trembling violently as your climax crashed over you. He could feel your essence gushing out around his hand, coating his fingers and dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. The sound of your scream, raw and primal, filled the room, and he knew he had never heard anything so beautiful in his life. He continued to lap at your spasming sex, his fingers pumping shallowly as he worked you through your high, determined to wring every last drop of your release from your quivering body.

You nearly scream out his name, clawing at his scalp as your squirting orgasm coated his hand and mouth. Your legs trembled and quaked at the body wracking orgasm. Each languid and shallow pump of his fingers brought more juices from your quivering pussy. And as he crawled up your body, you opened your legs further for him.

As your tremors began to subside, Lee crawled up your body, his hard, muscular frame covering you completely. He captured your lips in a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he ground his aching erection against your sensitive, dripping core. He reached down between your bodies, gripping himself and notching the swollen head of his cock at your entrance. He could feel your heat radiating against him, your slick arousal coating his shaft, making the glide smooth and easy.

“Tell me you're ready for my cock, baby—Tell me you need me inside you, stretching this tight little pussy, filling you up until you can't take anymore. Beg for my cock like the desperate, needy little thing you are. Tell me how bad you want it.”

He groaned into your ear, his hips rocking slightly, the tip of his cock dipping teasingly into your opening before pulling back out. The sensation of his cock filling your core made you whimper with need. You gasp into the heat of his mouth as he ground his aching erection against your sensitive, aching sex. Your tongue dove into his mouth, savoring the taste of yourself on his mouth and lips. Your head tilted back as he dipped the swollen head of his cock into the entrance of your core.

"I need you. I need to feel you as you fill me. Please…Don't make me fucking beg…”

You practically begged, your words caught in your throat as he sheathed himself completely into your already aching core. The way his thick and lengthy cock stretched your quivering sex was sinful and pleasurable. Eagerly, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, clinging to him and sinking your nails into the backs of his shoulders. Your nails rake down his back, leaving deep red scratches upon his skin.

Lee's heart raced at your desperate, wanton pleas, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal permeating the air. It drove him wild, made him want to claim you, to possess you, to make you his in every way possible. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, burying his thick, hard cock deep into your soaked, fluttering heat. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the way your walls clung to him, drawing him in deeper.

"Fuck, baby, you feel incredible—so fucking wet…so fucking perfect…”

He panted, his hips rocking slightly as he gave you a moment to adjust to his size. As you nod to him to move again, he begins to, rolling his hips in a slow, sensual rhythm as he makes love to you. His hands roamed your body, caressing every curve and contour, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you. He palmed your breasts, thumbing your nipples until they were stiff peaks, begging for more of his touch. Lee captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. He could taste himself on your lips, the combined flavor of your essences mingling deliciously on your tongue. It only spurred him on, made him want to fuck you harder, deeper, until you were both drowning in the taste of your lovemaking.

With each slow and sensual roll of his hips, a series of pornographic moans and whimpers escaped from her. The way the length of his cock slowly glided along the inside of her sex felt heavenly as they made love together. She brings a hand up to cup the nape of his neck, her fingers tenderly dancing across his skin. Her eyes meet his, watching the waves of pleasure wash over him. You mewl just as he captured your lips for a searing kiss. Your tongues glide across one another. You could still taste the remnants of your orgasm on his tongue. The sweet and bitter taste made your head swim. Each of your grunts and moans are swallowed by the deep and fervent kiss.

He hooked your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle of his thrusts to hit that special spot inside you with every drive of his hips. He could feel you clenching down on him, your body responding beautifully to his every move. He groans, his voice a low, seductive purr in your ear. He could feel his own release building, his balls tighteningHe could feel his climax fast approaching, the coil of tension in his gut winding tighter and tighter with each thrust. But he was determined to make this about you, about bringing you to the pinnacle of ecstasy over and over again before he allowed himself to let go. As he hooked your leg over his shoulder, you gasped as he then found a new angle that allowed him to thrust even deeper into your sex. The room is filled with the pornographic sounds of skin against skin and the cacophony of moans that escaped from each of you in your passionate love making. You drag your nails down his chest whilst throwing your head back in pure ecstasy.

"Oh fuck...just like that. You're gonna make me cum. I need to cum on your dick, baby. Fuck—I want you to cum in me...fill me with your cum…”

You pleaded as another knot began to twist in your lower abdomen. With each thrust, the head of his cock nudged against your g-spot, edging you closer to another orgasm. You thread your fingers through his hair, desperately gripping a handful and pulling him down into another searing kiss. He groans into the kiss, each thrust growing more powerful than the last as he desperately chases his high.

“That's it, baby…Take my cock, let me fill this tight little pussy. I want to feel you come undone on me…want to feel your cum dripping down my cock as I fuck you through one orgasm after another.”

“I'm so damn close…I want to feel your pussy spasming on my cock, want to hear you scream my name as you come undone. That's it…cum for me baby. Cum on my cock…Show me how much you love it, how much you need it.”

He reached down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight, rapid circles over the sensitive nub. He could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, your breathing growing more ragged and shallow. You cried out as his fingers found your clit. Each tight rapid circle drew you closer. Your legs began to tremble and shake again as another orgasm neared the surface. Thrust by thrust, he brought you closer to the edge of orgasm. His words of praise and encouragement sent you over the edge. You sank her nails into his biceps, clinging to him like a lifeline as he coaxed another orgasm from you. With a final, hard thrust and a press of his fingers on your clit, he sent you flying over the edge. You cry out his name, voice echoing off the walls as your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave. He could feel your pussy clenching down on him like a vice, your juices gushing out around his pistoning shaft. The sensation was too much for him to bear. With a roar of your name, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he emptied himself deep in your spasming core. Jet after jet of his hot, thick seed filled you, painting your insides white as he shuddered and groaned above you. The room is soon filled with the squelching sounds of Lee fucking your pussy, desperately chasing his own hig. Your mouth fell open at the sensation of his hot seed painting your insides in white. You hold onto him, grounding yourself in the moment as you ride out your orgasms together. Your breathing came in quick, breathy pants as you swallowed down air.

“Fuck…oh fuck…”

He gasped, his body collapsing onto yours as the aftershocks of his release rolled through him. He captured your lips in a deep, tender kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into the embrace. He knew at that moment that he never wanted to be without you. That all the months of teasing, flirtations, stolen glances, all led up to this moment. A moment he knew he never wanted to end. You cup his cheeks in your hands, pulling him into a deep but tender kiss. He pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling together as you bask in each other's warm and tender embrace. He could see the love and sincerity shining in your eyes, and it made his heart swell with emotion. He knew in that moment that he had found his home, his sanctuary, in you.

He brushed a tender kiss across your forehead, down your cheek, before capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss that spoke volumes of his love for you. He poured every ounce of his affection and devotion into the embrace, wanting to convey just how much you meant to him. Lee rolled onto his side, taking you with him and tucking you close against his chiseled body. A quiet yelp escapes your lips as he rolls to his side, pulling you along with him. You fit perfectly against his body, like a missing puzzle piece. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you nestled against his body and buried your face into his muscular chest. A soft whimpering moan escaped your tender caresses along your aching body. A swell of emotions filled your chest as you basked in his love and affection. His arms wrapped snugly around your waist, holding you possessively against his muscular frame. He nuzzled into your hair, breathing in the sweet scent of your shampoo and the lingering aroma of your lovemaking. His hands roamed slowly over your curves, caressing and savoring every dip and swell, as if committing your body to memory.

"Stay with me tonight…I don't want to let you go, not yet. I want to hold you all night long, want to wake up in the morning and see your beautiful face on the pillow next to me.”

You brought a hand up to his cheek, tenderly caressing as he spoke. Laying there in each other's arms, your souls had begun to bond as one. You felt full, complete, and safe there beneath him. A tender smile tugged at your lips at his words. You leaned into the tender kisses he pressed against your forehead and cheek before finally capturing your lips. You smiled into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his eyes searching yours intently. There was a vulnerability in his gaze, a raw honesty that caught you off guard. It was rare to see Lee so unguarded, so open and exposed. But in that moment, you could see the depth of his feelings for you, the way you had wormed your way into his heart and taken up residence there. His thumb strokes your cheekbone tenderly.

"I won't go anywhere...I'd love to stay here with you. To wake up with you beside me. It's like a dream come true…”

You look up to him, tears of happiness threatening to fill your eyes at such raw emotion. Never had you ever thought that you would see such a tender and vulnerable side to him before, until now. You press a tender kiss against his chest over his heart. He felt a wave of emotion wash over him as he listened to your heartfelt words, your promise to stay and be by his side. He could feel the sincerity and truth in your voice, could see it shining in the misty depths of your hazel eyes. In that moment, he knew that he had found something rare and precious, something that he never wanted to let go of.

He tightened his embrace around you, holding you as close as he possibly could. He wanted to merge with you, to become one being, one entity that could never be torn apart. His hands roamed your back, your sides, your curves, as if he were trying to memorize every inch of you, to burn the feel of your skin into his mind forever. Lee captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring all of his love and gratitude and devotion into the embrace. He wanted to show you, without words, just how much you meant to him, how deeply he had fallen for you. His tongue delved into your mouth, tangling with yours in a sensual dance of passion and promise. As he kissed you, he began to trail his fingers down your side, over the dip of your waist and the flare of your hip. He let his hand rest there for a moment, marveling at the way you fit so perfectly against him, like you were made to be held in his arms.

“You're mine now…”

“Yours…”

#lee pace #lee grinner pace #lee pace fan fiction #lee pace x reader #lee pace smut #18+ mdni #mdni #this is the longest one fic i have ever done so far #good lord #i need a lobotomy #<- can it be with a dick down my throat please #geezus these tags are feral

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heythrrdelilah · 1 year ago

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Summary: New York City life gets a little lonely until you have too many choices

Pairings: timothee chalamet x F!reader, Austin Bütlér x F!reader

Warnings: honestly expect pure filth. Mmf but the males are straight and don't interact

Word count: 2,925

Authors note: it's been a while and this may or may not be loosely based on a random detailed dream I had the night before last also please know I'm not usually a smut writer and it's been ages so bare with me please

The dim lit bar was roaring with voices as the rush hour for bars came. You regretted letting your friend talk you into coming out. You would much rather be sitting on your couch with a fantasy novel and a cup of lavender tea, but your best friend and roommate was persistent. “See! Lavender vodka cocktails! I told you you could still get lavender tea!” She pulled you by your wrist to the bar. This was one of the many popular bars in New York so you had to squeeze between shoulders to even reach the counter. “You know it's not the same thing, right? It's important for me to know that you know that,” you questioned your friend with a brow raised, she threw her hair over one shoulder and rolled her eyes. Instead of responding she just ordered a lavender vodka lemonade for you and a planters punch for herself.

“Just don't leave me tonight. I didn't feel like coming but if you leave me alone this is the last time,” you sternly state as you wait for your drinks. After people had their orders in, the crowd around the bar became smaller and people were now gathered around tables and leather couches. The bar theme was modern chic. Crystal dim lighting, black leather couches around marble tables. You and your roommate definitely could not afford to drink here, especially on a regular basis, but she insisted that the only way to find a decent man was in high end bars. Not that you were looking.

“It will be fun! Go find a table, I'll wait for the drinks,” she instructed, clearly scouting the crowd. You pushed off of your elbows and looked around for an empty table. It was no surprise when every table and couch were full. You found an empty spot on a wall and leaned up against it.

“This should cheer you up, I got that guy to pay for our drinks,” meg, your roommate and best friend, handed you your glass and nodded towards a blonde man in an army green jacket who was staring in their direction. He had a nice smile and tilted his glass to Meg with a wink. It was painfully obvious that you were going to be left alone at some point tonight. “go for it,” you sighed. She shook her head, her red hair swaying with every turn, “he can wait for it. I need to let the anticipation build. For now, let's talk about your day, drink up and dance.” There wasn't much to dance to as today's rap hits played low level. “my day is never as interesting as yours. I just work at an unknown radio station. You're the celebrity photographer,” you say with a bit of laughter.

“You're just getting your start. Besides I'm just the photographer for BuzzFeed. it's my start too. But okay,” she began talking about the shoot she had just done for the cast of the Dune series. Meg was good about making the biggest celebrities sound like just a group of co-workers. The Dune cast had some of the biggest names in Hollywood but here she was talking about how Batista couldn't stay serious the entire shoot.

You moved on to her plans next week to shoot a rom com cast on Monday when a group walked into the bar and heads were turning from every direction. “meg, isn't thats the Dune cast,” you pointed out the obvious. You tried to keep your composure as Timothee chalamet was your biggest celebrity crush and he was walking in the doors. People brought out there phones and snapped a few pictures with it being a high class bar in New York City, it wasn't a huge deal.

Meg smiled wide and waved at the group. They spotted her and waved back as they began walking towards us. “what up?” Timothee shouted playfully as he hugged Meg. “If we had known you were coming to the same bar when you said you were going out later, we could have just left the office together!” Zendaya laughed giving Meg a one armed hug. Meg pointed to me, “this one needed a Friday night out so I had to stop home anyways.”

Florence smiled, “I needed to change anyways. That was probably one of the most fun shoots I've had for an interview though. Can we buy you girls drinks?” Florence looked to you and put her hand gently on your shoulder, “I'm so sorry, I'm Florence what's your name?” You told the group your name and Zendaya was laughing wrapping her arm around Florence, “yeah Flo she was standing herebthe whole time and we didn't even ask her name. No wonder people think celebrities are rude as hell. I'm Z this is Timothee and Austin.” You waved smiling, “it's nice to meet you all. I promise I'm not the loser I just sounded like I just prefer staying home.” They all nodded. Florence laughed, “I feel that heavily. Alright let's get some drinks at the bar and come back. the waiters here are too busy.”

While the cast walked off to get their drinks, a Waitress brought us two drinks we didn't order, the same ones we had as a first round. “they're from that gentlemen. Don't worry I prepared them and came right back this way,” she winked, obviously referring to how awful the world was. Meg blushed, her blue eyes wandering over to the blonde man from earlier. He was looking adoringly at her, blushing, he smiled and took a drink of his.

The group came back with their assortment of drinks in hand. After a few short minutes of sharing fun memories of the photoshoot earlier, Meg took a step back from your now formed circle, “you have no idea how much I want to stay and chat but I've been working on that,” she motioned to the blonde man, “for the past hour and I think it's time I stop his longing and say hi. You guys are amazing. Glad you're here to keep my bestie entertained, if you want of course okay bye!” She rambled, took a deep breath, and smoothly turned around with a look of curiosity.

“Shes good,” Florence complimented with a smile of approval and admiration. “so, where are you from?” Timothee immediately asked after taking a shit of his dark and smokey. His green eyes were fixed on yours, seemingly genuinely interested as one of his brows was up. You told him, and without hesitation asked another question, “what brings you to the city?” You didn't want to tell him the entire story about how you are a 24 year old divorcee so you just said work. “I wouldnt think someone who looks like you would be doing radio. A face like yours deserves to be seen,” Austin suddenly chimed in, saying the first words he's said all night. You blushed. Anyone would at those words spoken with his deep raspy voice.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from showing your blushing. You took a sip of your drink. “Oh come on Austin you started off too strong,” Timothee chuckled. You didn't know what was happening. Zendaya and Florence burst out with laughter before wrapping one arm around each other, “too much testosterone. (Y/n) we will be over here people watching if you find this,” Zendaya used her hand to motion the guys, “disturbing.” Then they walked away. Both guys took a step forward, causing your to take a step back, placing your back against the wall. They were standing in front of you just a ruler length away.

You felt nervous. A tingling sensation overcame your stomach among other places. “do you guys have a bet or something?” You didn't want to fall for it if it was some joke. They were two of the biggest celebrities at this time and they were seemingly coming onto you. Both with girlfriends. “yeah, a bet of who could bring home the most beautiful woman in the room,” Austin stated, looking into your eyes intensely. The bar suddenly felt like a heater was turned up. You held your composure. “You both have girlfriends if the news sources are correct,” you retorted. They shook their heads, “PR” they said simultaneously. They could be lying. It was almost as if they read your mind, contracts between manages about it. Weird they just have it ready but they most likely had to do it often.

You played it cool and finished your drink without saying a word, or tasting it as you chugged it. “I'm going to grab another drink, go check on Meg and go home. You two can decide who is coming with me,” you would never have had the confidence to say the last part without liquid courage. Good thing you were at a bar. You walked between them as if they were saloon doors and tried your best not to look back. You saw Zendaya and Florence applauding and nodding with approval. Zendaya even pumped her fist mouthing “hell yeah.”

You leaned both of your elbows against the bar and flagged down the bartender. You ordered a long island iced tea with a lemon and a lavender garnish. You were going to need all the confidence you could muster up. However you could.

You told the bartender you would be back for it after freshening up. You walked swiftly to the bathroom and looked at yourself in the mirror. You regretted not going for a bit of a glam look but your “clean girl aesthetic” makeup would have to do. You looked to the other woman in the mirror who was fixing her mascara. Your expression must have been easy to read because she smiled big saying, “girl I got you!” The raven haired woman who looked at least 5 inches taller than you, reached into her clutch and pulled out a mini contour kit. “I saw you talking to the cast of Dune? Do you know them?” She questioned. You shook your head, “my best friend, practically sister does.” The woman brushed some highlight powder lightly across your cheeks,” Just enough to make some features pop, you don't want to change too much because it will look like you changed for them since they've already seen you.” she closed the kit, “good luck you are my hero.” She fixed my sweater so that it drapes over one shoulder, taking my academia look up a notch since my flowy long skirt couldn't be helped.

You weren't in the bathroom long because your drink was just being made when you got back to the counter. You took your drink and looked for Meg. Thankfully she was still there, giggling and caressing the mans bicep. She definitely wasn't coming home alone tonight. You walked over and dipped your drink, “I didn't want to interrupt but I'm headed home will you be okay?” You waited for the code word in case of danger, it never came. “I think we might stay out a bit. This is Taron. Taron this is, (y/n). Please stay out with us! You might meet someone!” She was glowing. Whatever this guy was saying to her was the cause of said glow. You smirked, shaking your head, “who said I'm going home alone?” Megs brows raised and she nodded, “okay go ahead.” She hugged you then whispered, “proud of you.” You took a breath and walked back to the guys. They were chuckling but stopped and went back to having swagger or as the kids would call it these days “rizz” which you learned meant charisma.

“Did you decide?” You lifted a brow, finishing your drink. They looked at each other and nodded as if they had some agreement. Austin took a step forward and leaned over to whisper in your ear, his low tone making a shiver to down your spine, “we actually couldn't decide.” Timothee stepped forward, Austin not moving, and leaned over to whisper in your other ear, “so let us both have you. Tonight. Then you will decide which one of us can take you to a dinner tomorrow night.” The last sentence was a demand and it sent your body into a frenzy but you kept your composure. You didn't say anything, you took a step back, put your glass on the counter and kept walking towards the door. You turned around before you got out of ear shot as they were both shrugging off disbelief they were rejected. But they weren't.

“Well? You boys coming or do I have to take care of myself after that?” They both perked up immediately and were practically tripping over their own feet as they said their goodbyes to Z and Flo.

You all stumbled out of the bar. Someone must have alerted the paparazzi and some fans, probably via deuxmoi, because there were cameras flashing outside the bar and you all stopped every few steps for them to take selfies with some fans. Austin finally said to the fans, “sorry guys, we are trying to catch up with an old friend tonight but we will be around tomorrow if we didn't manage to get to you.” we walked swiftly into the nearby metro station, “we are going to our hotel right?” Timmy asked as they managed to keep their heads down going down the steps. “no,” you shook your head, “you don't need to impress me with your 5 star hotels. It's already happening. My place is two blocks away.” They shrugged and followed you to your apartment, keeping their heads down as much as possible.

You reached your two bedroom small apartment quickly and kicked your boots off at the door. They followed suit. “your room, gorgeous?” Austin pointed to the door that had stickers of book titles all over the door. You nod once as he grabs your wrist and leads you slowly to your door timothee following you both and locking your bedroom door behind himself.

Timmy didn't hesitate to move your hair away from your neck and trail kisses down your neck and to your shoulder that was exposed on the one side. Austin gripped your face with his hand gently and kissed you passionately with just the right amount of tongue. Timmys hands went under your sweater, lifting it from your body, breaking your kiss with Austin briefly. When Austin's lips returned to yours his hand was gripping your hair now, you were getting weak in the knees.

Timothee used one ringed finger to trace the outline of your torso and gripped your breasts from under your bra before releasing them using his other hand. Timmy reached his head around you to place a breast in his mouth and push Austin away in one motion. He got down on his knees before you and slowly pulled your skirt and thong off in one go. “Bed. Now,” Austin demanded. He pulled his shirt off and Timmy followed suit. You lay on the bed, your ass aligned with the edge and Austin quickly found his way between them, trailing soft, ticklish kisses down your thighs in a teasing manner. Timmy began unbuttoning his own pants as Austin worked his tongue around your clit. You arched your back and moaned in pleasure with your hand gripping Austin's hair. Timothee got on the bed and kissed you passionately.

“Suck it for me?” Timmy smiled, his bedroom eyes arousing you. You nod and Austin grabs your hips, flips you around and has you in doggy style. He still works his tongue as you place Timothee into your mouth. Timothee groans and Austin inserts himself into you, slowly, teasingly for the first few thrusts. Then hard, causing you to scream in pleasure then slow again.

The two take turns on you, sometimes just watching you with the other but neither interacting with each other minus a few compliments and “damn bro she's loving this” comments. Two men so comfortable with their own sexuality made them even more attractive to you.

When you finished, you realized an hour and a half had passed. Austin lay on your bed staring at the ceiling repeating “wow” and “incredible” timothee pulling his boxers back on. Austin looked like he needed a breath so naturally, “timothee?” You beconed as you stood at your bathroom door naked, “shower with me?” he ripped his shorts off and joined you.

“Decided who you wanted to go to dinner with?” Timmy smirks the next morning, assuming he was the clear winner in his own head. You hadn't decided yet. They both slept on the floor. “leave your numbers on that notebook and I'll call one of you later,” you instructed. The both wrote their numbers down and you all walked out to your kitchen. Meg was sitting there drinking her coffee, which caused you to turn bright red. The guys were blushing too. “‘morning,” timothee blushed and waved to meg. She looked surprisingly well rested and didn't have the blonde with her.

“It was nice seeing you again,” Austin spoke to meg, his cheeks bright red as you moved towards the door. They put their shoes on and you let them out. “you'll actually call right?” Timothee asked with a nervous smile. “I guess you'll see,” you stated before closing the door and joining meg at the counter. “im seeing Taron for a proper date tonight but you…you have some explaining to do,” she stated while pouring your coffee.

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