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Paris & a Promise | Simbar Oneshot

The studio was pristine and cozy, with bright colors on the walls, white leather chairs, one in front of the other, and a big screen between them on the far wall so that the people in the audience, and of course, the host and guest occupying the two chairs, could see pictures and videos of the topic that was being discussed.

Behind the three cameras pointing at the studio (one on the guest, one on the host, and one holding a general view of everything), the floor manager, a woman in her thirties with a headset to hear and communicate the director’s orders, made a signal to the host, a charismatic man on his forties with black hair, wearing a suit and tie. In the guest chair in front of him, the blonde young woman, wearing a tasteful long-sleeve blouse and a mini skirt, listened to the countdown overhead until the ��On Air’ sign lighted up anew, followed by a short rendition of the show’s theme song, and applause from the audience on their seats.

“Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! We are here live with Ámbar Smith,” the host resumed the show with a big smile, facing the camera and then focusing on his guest. “Ámbar, once again, thank you so much for coming to our show. I hope you’re having as good a time as we are, but if not, do not worry, your torment is almost over now.”

Ámbar laughed along with the audience.

“Noo, don’t say that, of course I’m having a good time, I’m always happy to be here.”

“I’m so glad to hear that. Now,” the host leaned forward, “I’m sorry for deviating from your achievements but, we simply can not let you leave without talking about—” he pointed at her with his hand, “that huge rock weighing on your finger right now.” The audience started screaming. “Poor thing, she can’t even move her hand— Look how she keeps it on the armrest! Unbelievable!”

The audience whooped and laughed while Ámbar giggled, her right hand coming up to try and hide her grin and blushing cheeks.

“Ámbar, my sincerest congratulations on your engagement,” the host said now in earnest as the audience quieted down.

“Thank you so much.” The audience cheered again, stealing another giddy smile from her.

“Now, I know everyone already knows this, but in case anyone’s been living under a rock these last few years, you’ve been dating the Roller Band’s guitarist and vocalist Simón Álvarez for quite a few years now.” A picture of the couple posing together at a red carpet appeared on the big screen of the studio.

“Six years, yeah,” Ámbar said with a smile.

“Six whole years, and he finally proposed two weeks ago, as we can see in this picture you two posted on Instagram, showing off the ring.”

A screenshot of their Instagram post showed on the screen. The photo depicted their hands together, Ámbar’s hand over Simón’s turned-up palm, the thick diamond ring front and center, shining on her finger, while the background showed an orange and red sky, with the Eiffel Tower blurry but visible in the distance.

The audience cheered and a warm smile curled Ámbar’s lips at the photo.

The host looked at her again. “Tell me, Ámbar, did you see it coming? Did you know he was going to do it or did it take you by surprise?”

Ámbar made a complicated face. “Um, I kind of saw it coming, but no, not really,” she broke off with a laugh.

The host looked at her with intrigue. “What do you mean? Like, you did and then you didn’t? What’s the story?”

“Well. We were in Europe because the Roller Band was touring there, and they had stops in different cities, and Simón was like ‘You should come with me, you could visit Paris’ blah blah blah, so I joined them. He knows that Paris is my favorite city in the world, I’ve always loved it— In fact, I spent some months there when I was in university, as part of an exchange program for six months, and I just have very good memories of the city in general. So anyway, that got me thinking, you know… We’re going to be in Paris…” She started hinting. “He invited me to join… We’ve been dating for 6 years… So, on that front, I did have my suspicions, but I just— The timing didn’t make sense to me,” she said. “That was the problem, that’s what threw me off.”

“How so?”

“Because we were only staying in Paris for one day,” she emphasized. “The guys were scheduled to arrive in the morning at the hotel, then they had their soundcheck in the afternoon, and then their concert, and that same night we had to go to Italy because they had their concert there the next day. So I was like… Yeah, no. No way.” She laughed. “Like, it was a lot in less than 24 hours. How could he even find the time for it? It’s insane.”

“He totally got you then.”

“He did. It took me completely by surprise, it was so sweet.”

“It was like in some sort of balcony, right?” The host checked. “I mean, I remember from the photos you two posted— Those ones.”

New photos appeared on the screen. It was two selfies of the two of them standing close together on a black iron balcony with a view of the sunset, the city of Paris, and the Eiffel Tower. They were taken by Simón, one of his arms around Ámbar while the other extended beyond the frame, holding the phone. In one of them, they were both grinning brightly at the camera, Ámbar showing off the ring, her eyes glistening with emotion. The second was very similar to the first, probably taken seconds apart from each other, except in that one Simón wasn’t looking at the camera but kissing Ámbar’s cheek with his eyes closed. Ámbar was still grinning and showing off the ring like in the first picture, but she had her eyes closed in that one too, basking in the love.

“Yeah, that’s the balcony of the hotel room we were staying at,” Ámbar answered, pointing at the screen. “Simón specifically looked for one that had a view of the Eiffel Tower for us.”

“He had it all planned out,” the host said, impressed.

“Everything,” Ámbar confirmed. “From the very first second. Cause— Look. This is how it all went down.” She leaned forward in her seat, entering story-telling mode, and the host leaned forward as well, giving her all of his attention. “We arrived at around 11 am in Spain. The first thing we did was sleep because we were all dead on our feet, and then around two, Simón asked me if I wanted to go out to eat, and I was like ‘Yeah, sure’, so we went to this restaurant I recommended to him, I knew it from my many trips to Paris, and we just, you know, had our meal, talked, walked around the city for a little bit after— Very normal stuff. Then, Simón had to go to his soundcheck, so he left, and I just kept walking around ‘cause, you know, I was like ‘I don’t know when I’ll be able to come back, better make the best of it now.’”

“Of course.”

“And that was all I was planning to do for the rest of the day really, but then, like an hour or so later, I get a call from Simón like ‘Hey, I’m done with the soundcheck, I’m going back to the hotel now, let’s meet up there’, and I was like… Why didn’t he just stay in the arena?” She said, bemused. “His concert was like in two hours, it would’ve made more sense. But anyway. I got back to the hotel, and I asked him how the soundcheck went, and he was like ‘Well, very well, everything good’— Which was a complete and total lie, by the way,” she pointed out, looking at the audience.

“What do you mean ‘lie’?” The host asked with surprise.

“He never went to the soundcheck,” Ámbar said. “I only found out about it later. The guys went to the soundcheck by themselves, Simón never joined them.”

“Then what was he doing?”

“I’m getting there,” she said. “So, we met at the hotel, and Simón was like ‘Hey, so, I only have like an hour and a half before I need to leave but, what do say if we order room service and eat a little something before I leave?’ and I was like, ‘Yeah, that sounds nice.’ So we sat at a little table there on the balcony, and we were just, you know, having like a regular dinner, when suddenly he says: ‘My love. I didn’t want to tell you before, but I have a surprise for you.’ And I was like.” Ámbar made a face of curiosity. “‘What?’ And the very instant— I have this so ingrained in my mind— the very instant the sun started setting, he got down on one knee.”

“Oh my god.” The audience cheered and clapped, joining the host’s excitement. “That’s crazy! So, he had it all timed down to the second.”

“He did! He totally did. I couldn’t believe it. And then he, you know, started saying all these beautifulthings, and once the shock wore off, I just started crying,” she laughed a little bit. “And just, you know, I said yes, obviously.”

The audience screamed. Ámbar laughed, radiantly happy, the camera capturing the emotion in her eyes. “Then we hugged and it was very sweet. I really couldn’t have imagined it a better way; it was perfect.”

“And then you two went to celebrate, right? We’ve got some pictures of you on a rooftop.”

“Yeah! That was the craziest part! We had just gotten engaged and Simón was like ‘I’ve got another surprise for you’ and he led me to the hotel’s rooftop, and the whole time I’m thinking, ‘What now?!’ Like, what else had this guy planned? Fireworks? I genuinely couldn’t put it past him by this point. And then we got to the rooftop, and my whole family was there.” The audience went aww. “With our closest friends too; it was like fifteen people up there. And I was like— ‘What are you all doing here?!’” The audience laughed. “‘When did you get here?!’ It was insane!”

“Simón got them all there without you knowing?” The host expressed with awe.

“No one told me anything! I genuinely don’t know how they managed to keep it from me,” Ámbar said with disbelief. “And the rooftop was decorated with balloons, flowers, there was food— Well, you’ve got the photos there.” She pointed to the screen where the pictures from her Instagram were displaying. “So, like, it was amazing. It was truly amazing, and so beautiful. And our friends started hugging us and giving us their congratulations, and… What got to me the most was that, well, my mom couldn’t go,” she started explaining. “I don’t speak about her a lot publicly but, basically, she’s got a certain degree of blindness, so it’s complicated for her to move around on her own, she has to be accompanied— And honestly, good for her that she didn’t go, I would’ve felt terrible if she had made that huge trip just for me. But she did send me a video congratulating me. I watched it on a tablet. And I just… Well, if I had already cried, that was the moment I finished ruining my makeup.” The audience laughed with her. “But it was sweet. It was all very sweet and moving and just amazing. I had a very good time there with my friends and family until we had to leave.”

“Sounds wonderful.” The host had a sweet smile on his face. “I bet it was a very treasured moment for you two, for your family, your friends—I have a question though,” he said, more serious now, “that I imagine all of us are wondering as well— What about the concert?”

Ámbar nodded like she knew exactly what he meant. “Yeah, you see, that’s the funniest part! Cause like— Just imagine: Simón organized this whole thing— When he was supposed to be at the soundcheck, by the way; he never did that, he was on the rooftop with everyone else getting everything ready— and in the end, he just like, stayed for half an hour and then he left.” The audience laughed. “Because he had his concert! You know?” She said over the noise. “So like. It was crazy. It was really crazy, he totally rushed to the arena. He must’ve put on his outfit and the microphone in record time, the poor thing. But he always tells me that it was worth it. So.” Ámbar shrugged with a little smile.

The audience went aww again.

A mischievous glint appeared in the host’s eyes. “Yeah, he looked very excited the night of the concert. There was even this video that went viral— You saw it, right?”

“I’ve seen many,” she deadpanned, nodding her head.

“Well, here we’ve got the one that made the most headlines on the internet; a little video posted by a fan.” A video of Simón taking the stage started playing on the studio’s big screen on mute. It was a vertical video, filmed from up close, maybe from the fifth row, or maybe using a lot of zoom. “This is the same night you were telling us about, when the Roller Band was playing at the arena.”

The volume went up and the screams of the crowd could be heard as Simón walked up to the front of the stage where a microphone stand was waiting. He had his guitar hanging from his shoulder, ready to play. For everyone watching at home, the video took the whole screen of the TV, replacing the image of the studio.

“Paris, how are you doing tonight?!”

The crowd went wild in response to Simón.

Simón laughed a little and started talking again, so the crowd went quiet to be able to hear him. “You know, I’m the exact same way as you, guys, like, exactly. Because this next song,” he started leisurely playing the guitar as he talked, not a melody but just a simple, soft up and down of his hand on the strings, “is one I wrote about a very special someone to me, many years ago now. And since then, I’ve had the fortune, the pleasure, the utter privilege of having this gorgeous, amazing woman by my side. And this night is very special, Paris, because… This very, very night…” He started laughing and had to take a step back, unable to contain his joy. The crowd was screaming. Simón walked up to the microphone again and yelled out ecstatically.

“SHE SAID ‘YES’!!!!”

Simón began strumming the guitar as the rest of the band joined in, playing together the intro of ‘Tiempo de Amor.’

The studio came back on screen and the video continued rolling in a lower volume as Simón started singing the song, eventually going mute, and then pausing altogether. The audience in the studio was screaming excitedly.

“You do realize that because of this 15 thousand people knew about it before many of our relatives and acquaintances, right?” Ámbar told the host, making everyone laugh again.

“I can just picture them seeing this on Twitter or Tiktok and calling you up like ‘WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED?’” The host acted out.

“It happened with more than one person,” Ámbar declared. The audience laughed.

“Alright but, putting all of that aside, the important thing is that you two had this magical moment and now you’re going to take this next step together,” the host moved the narrative along. “Tell me, have you set a date yet for the ceremony?”

“We don’t have an exact date yet, but the idea is to have a Spring wedding next year.”

“Love that. So, that means you’ve got plenty of time to plan for the event then. I imagine you’ll need it. Are you planning for a big party?”

“We’ll see,” Ámbar replied. “We’re still deciding whether we wanna do this biiig, over the top wedding or just a small ceremony with our closest friends and family. But, whatever we end up choosing, I think the most important thing is just, our promise to always be together. So,” a serene smile graced her lips, “the rest is just a complement to that and we’ll figure it out as we go.”

“That’s beautiful,” the host said. “Seriously, I’m so happy for you two, congratulations— Give it up for Ámbar Smith, ladies and gentlemen!”

The audience went wild.

“Thank you so much for being here with us today, Ámbar,” the host told her, starting to wrap up.

“Thank you for having me, it was lovely,” she replied with a smile.

The host turned to face the camera and the shot focused on him. “And to everyone watching us at home, you’ll want to stick around because our next guest is an artist who’s been trending all over social media, not only in Spain but in all parts of the world. We’ll be right back!”

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Okay so, originally, I had this idea in the context of my Actress!Ámbar x Musician!Simón AU. It was going to be, like, a second chapter where I mixed different interviews, some of Simón, some of Ámbar, as a way to tell how their relationship developed after the ending of chapter one. But then I thought—Why limit it to just that one context? I really loved the idea I came up with for this proposal, so I wanted it to fit as many different worlds as possible, especially canon for those who aren’t such big fans of AUs, so— Here it is! I really hope you liked it. It’s very different from everything I’ve written before in terms of format, but that’s precisely why it was so much fun to write. What would you even call this type of POV? Second Person or something? Sdfkjn. I don’t know, I don’t remember much of my high school lessons; it’s been too many years.

And speaking of years. It's been 6 years now since the show ended and this proposal took place 6 years into their relationship, so I think it would be sweet to imagine that Simón and Ámbar are engaged right now as we speak and that they’ll be getting married next year in 2025 <3

Our babies have grown up, and so have we.

See you all next time. – C

#simbar #simbar fic #simbar fanfic #soy luna fanfiction #soy luna #My Writing #short writings #Gif divider by anitalenia!

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IMGONNAGETYOUBACK | Simbar Oneshot

The one were Ámbar’s horny, it’s hunting season, and Simón is not the most unwilling prey.

Or: the guys have actual parties like real teenagers do.

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Ámbar was seriously regretting inviting Benicio to this party.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, when Mónica kindly told her she could invite however many friends she wanted to Nico’s farewell party. She loved seeing how obviously jealous Simón got whenever he saw them together. She kept having this fantasy that if she pushed him hard enough, he would pull her away from Benicio and have his way with her, desperate to claim her as his. It was never going to happen, of course— He was too correct for that— but that didn’t stop her from daydreaming about it, or that one other fantasy she had of them filming a ‘Solos’ music video.

As it was, her desires seemed further away than ever, because Benicio had been insufferably stuck to her all night. Usually, she wouldn’t mind the attention— having two guys crazy for her was a huge ego boost— but even with the lights out and the flurry of dancing bodies around them, she could see the moment Simón looked at her and tried to casually slip closer to her side as if to dance with her (maybe the alcohol had lowered his inhibitions), but of course, he couldn’t, because Benicio got in front of her like a shield, and so Simón turned the other way and danced with Luna, pretending that had never happened, and Ámbar wanted to shoot herself in the face because he had continued to pretend it never happened throughout the rest of the night, not glancing at her once while having what looked like a blast with his friends.

So now Ámbar was standing by the made-up bar— Read: a couple of tables pushed together on one side of the living room, filled to the brim with different bottles, cans, glasses, and ice— pretending to be listening while Benicio rambled on about whatever movie he had watched that he thought was a masterpiece, while she nursed her third rum & coke and seriously considered chugging down three more because she was not drunk enough for this shit.

A small reprieve came in the form of Benicio walking away to use the bathroom, leaving Ámbar and Emilia by themselves. Emilia had actually been part of the conversation with Benicio, so Ámbar assumed she wasn’t bored out of her mind like she was— Lucky her.

Ámbar’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the other side of the room, where Simón was currently lifting Ada’s hand over her head and making her spin, only for her to be stolen by Nico a second later, making Simón laugh. Ámbar had been surreptitiously watching him all night and he seemed to be laughing all the time, or dancing with someone who wasn’t her.

(And if it were her he was dancing with, it wouldn’t be the innocent, wide-berth dances she’d seen him partake in all night—No. They would be glued together from head to toe, pressing their bodies to the rhythm of the music, letting their hands wander and the heat turn up for a completely different reason than the alcohol in their systems, and she just knew that he would be enjoying himself way more that way than with whatever he was doing now.)

To be honest, Ámbar wasn’t bored— She was frustrated. Immensely.

It was evident, it seemed, because Emilia, the little shit, just couldn’t help but mock her about it. (Not like Ámbar hadn’t made it easy for her, staring as obviously as she was.)

“You know, you keep saying he’s crazy about you and whatever, but I haven’t seen him give you the time of day all night. You sure is not just your imagination?”

Her imagination? Her imagination? It wasn’t her imagination when he almost sought her out a few hours ago. It also wasn’t her imagination all the other times they had almost kissed, and she could tell from the look in his eyes that he wanted to. Oooh, he wanted to. Real bad. But he always stopped himself for one reason or another, depriving them both of what they obviously needed.

It dawned on her then that she had caused the reason this time for why he didn’t approach her. If Benicio hadn’t been in the picture, Simón definitely would have.

Then what the fuck am I still doing here?

Ámbar looked over at Simón on the other side of the party.

“You know what? You’re right.” She grabbed her glass and downed it in one go, feeling the burn in her throat as it went down. She placed it back on the table and looked at Emilia with determination. “Tonight’s the night I get back what’s mine.”

Oh, and he was hers. He never stopped being hers, even if he liked to pretend otherwise, and it was high time she proved that to them both.

Ámbar fixed her hair and clothes a little and looked at Emilia one last time. “If you can’t see me in half an hour, don’t search for me— I intend to be busy.”

If Emilia wanted to hand Benicio an excuse for her disappearance, she could do so, if not, Ámbar genuinely couldn’t care less. She was going in.

With her eyes zeroed in on her target, she marched toward the sea of dancing bodies.

Emilia whistled with her eyebrows raised and continued nursing her own drink. This was going to be good one way or another. She hoped Ámbar would give her details later.

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This party was reminding Simón a little of the high school ones he attended back in Cancún.

It was supposed to be a smaller thing, actually. Luna’s parents had been so nice to allow them to do this in the first place. They set some rules though, of course: if they ever heard anything breaking, exploding, or any concerning sound really, they would come down from the second floor and cut the party short. Everyone was expected to leave by 2 am too. And, of course, Luna, being underage, was not permitted to drink.

Which was exactly why everyone tried to get her to drink something from the very second her parents went up to their room, but Luna had stayed firm until now. She didn’t like the bitter taste of alcohol enough to risk the ire of her parents.

Especially because she was already risking it with all the people that showed up. Luna, naively, had told her friends they could invite people too, thinking the more the merrier, and before they knew it, Ramiro was inviting friends from The Adrenaline skating team, Matteo was inviting friends from Uni who also invited other friends as well, and now the whole mansion’s living room was packed. Not exactly the little innocent party her parents had agreed to.

Simón could already see Jim making out with one of Matteo’s friends in one corner of the room (honestly good for her), Ramiro was staring daggers at some other guy who was dancing with Yam (those two were going to end up fighting tonight or hooking up, Simón was calling it now), and poor Nina had had to decline the advances of another guy earlier and hadn’t left Luna’s side ever since.

Currently, Simón was standing on one side of the room with Eric, psyching him up to ask her to dance. What’s the worst that could happen? He kept telling him. (Maybe it was his third beer that had him so pumped.)

It was dark except for the party lights flickering when he sensed someone coming closer to him. Simón turned to his left, seeing with surprise that it was Ámbar who had crossed the sea of bodies to reach his side. She was alone. No sight of Benicio or Emilia anywhere near.

Simón would be lying if he said his chest didn’t flutter the instant he saw her this close. He’d been stealing glances at her all night, from a distance, at least until seeing her with Benicio all the time started hurting too much and he forced himself to stop. It didn’t help that she looked so beautiful—although, she always did. Simón firmly believed that all the black she wore wasn’t who she really was, but that didn’t mean black didn’t look great on her. Tonight she was wearing a dress that fell to mid-thigh, tight around her chest— a fact he tried and failed to ignore— but which fell loosely over her legs, adorned with a thick belt around her waist. It had no sleeves except for some silver chains that hung from her shoulders and moved when she did, but what was really hypnotizing for him was the way her body moved— how she shook her hair and her hips as she danced, lifting her dress a little and showing off more of her thighs.

All thoughts of that nature disappeared now when he noticed the look on Ámbar’s face. She seemed upset about something, her eyes looking into his like a plea for help.

“Simón, sorry, I don’t want to bother you,” she said, throwing a glance at Eric with a guilty expression, knowing she was interrupting, “but could you accompany me to the bathroom, please?”

Simón frowned, worry sparking inside him from her tone and the request. “Why? Do you feel sick? Did you drink too much?” He inquired, placing one hand gently on her back. He had no idea how high Ámbar’s alcohol tolerance was or how much she’d had to drink since the party started.

“No, it’s not that, but—” She glanced around worriedly and moved a little closer to him. “Can I explain somewhere quieter? Please?”

Simón turned his eyes to Eric, who just made a shy gesture with his hands and slipped away, mixing with the dancing bodies.

Simón looked back at Ámbar. “Yeah, sure.”

He followed Ámbar as she walked away from the packed living room and toward the hallways of the first floor. He expected her to lead him to the closest bathroom, the one everyone at the party was using, but she bypassed it and led him down a different hallway instead. Maybe it was because the other bathroom had a queue outside, Simón thought. Whatever was going on with Ámbar seemed urgent. It made sense that, knowing the mansion as she did, she would choose not to wait if she didn’t have to.

The door she finally opened was indeed another bathroom, one Simón had actually never used. It was very similar to the other one though, with beige tiles, a toilet to the left, a floating sink to his right with drawers and plenty of space on the sides for beauty products, and a wide mirror above it.

The two entered the bathroom and Ámbar closed the door behind them, automatically muffling the sound of the music outside. Unbeknownst to Simón, she locked the door too.

“What’s up?” He asked her, looking at her with a bit of concern. Ámbar wasn’t the kind of person to ask for help, and if she had come to him instead of Emilia or Benicio, he could only imagine something was very wrong. His mind flashed back to that time in the lockers when she hugged him and begged him not to let her go. Had he missed any signs tonight? Was Ámbar going through something bad again?

“Ugh, I’m hiding from Benicio,” Ámbar complained, looking at the door as if she feared the aforementioned would burst in any second now.

Simón’s worry skyrocketed. He moved closer to her, his hands coming to her shoulders by reflex. “Why? Did he do something to you? Are you okay?” In instances such as this where people drunk a lot, sometimes there were guys who took advantage of that, and if Benicio had done something—

“No, yeah, I’m okay, but—” Ámbar sighed distressfully. “He just keeps acting like my boyfriend and sticking to me all the time even though we’re not together, nor do I want to be with him.”

Simón frowned and dropped his hands. The worry he’d felt one second ago formed into something else—Suspicion. “What do you mean you’re not together? Everyone saw you two kiss.”

“Yeah, but you don’t understand— That kiss was just for publicity. To promote our team on social media. It was all acting.”

Simón remained skeptical. “Then why did he introduce himself as your boyfriend at dinner?”

What was Ámbar going on about right now? She and Benicio had been a couple for days now— Everyone knew about it.

“I don’t know!” Ámbar exclaimed with frustration. “He put the boyfriend label on by himself! We never talked about having a relationship.”

“But you didn’t correct him when he called himself your boyfriend,” Simón pointed out. Her story just didn’t seem convincing. Ámbar might seem upset, but she could be acting. It could be a trick. Simón hated to think this way but, unfortunately, it was hard for him to trust Ámbar.

“I couldn’t,” Ámbar argued. “How could I humiliate him like that in front of everyone? I couldn’t do that to him. Would you have done it if you were in my shoes?”

That brought Simón pause. He imagined himself seeing someone, Jazmín for example, and her suddenly calling herself his girlfriend in front of everyone when they hadn’t defined the relationship. It would be awkward. Simón certainly wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings by denying it right then.

“… Okay, yeah,” he said slowly, getting what she meant, “but you two have been dancing together all night.” That didn’t seem like someone who wanted nothing to do with him.

“Because he won’t leave me alone!” Ámbar said. “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I’ll admit I never should have flirted with him— I gave him ideas, my bad— but now I don’t know how to get him away from me without cussing him out and making all of our future training sessions uncomfortable for everyone.”

Now that she put it like that, Simón could see the problem. He’d experienced firsthand how these types of conflicts could affect the whole atmosphere in a skating team, and Benicio, especially, didn’t seem like the kind of person who would take rejection well.

“Is that why you brought me here?” Simón guessed dubitably. “You want me to talk to him or something?” Ámbar should do that on her own. It didn’t seem like something he should stick his nose in. It had nothing to do with him and Benicio would only get angrier. (Although, if he really harassed Ámbar, Simón would do something about it.)

“No, I’ll talk to him,” Ámbar said in a serious tone, probably already preparing herself for what that would entail. “I’ll just need to be very clear and kindly shoot down any delusions he might have.”

Simón nodded. That seemed like the best course of action.

Then his brows scrunched up again. “Okay, so… why am I here?”

Ámbar ran her eyes over him.

“Because…” She moved closer, closing the distance between them, and placed one hand on his chest. Simón’s heart skipped a beat, and it only got worse as Ámbar slid her hand up slowly to cup his nape, locking eyes with him once she did. “…you’re the only person in this whole party that I want to be with.”

Simón’s heart was fully racing now. It suddenly dawned on him the context they were in, shut away in a bathroom together, just the two of them, while others danced and made out at a party outside. Usually, two people only locked themselves in a bathroom during a party for one reason.

Ámbar’s gaze made it hard not to think about it.

She was so close Simón could catch a whiff of the alcohol she’d consumed in her breath. He clung to that in an attempt to keep control of the situation. (And completely ignored the part of him that wanted a taste.) “Ámbar, how much did you have to drink?”

“Not that much, don’t worry,” she assured him, and there really didn’t seem to be any speech impairment or balance issues alluding to the contrary. Ámbar inched even closer if that was possible, almost brushing her lips against his. “Simón, I miss you,” she said cutely. “Don’t you miss me?”

Simón was having a very hard time thinking with her mouth so close to his. He could’ve sworn their lips were actuallybrushing now. His heart was going to beat out of his chest.

“I…” He brought his hands to her shoulders, meaning to push her away. “I don’t think—”

Ámbar pressed her lips against his, cutting off his words. Simón’s eyes closed instinctively and Ámbar’s hands went up to cup his face. It wasn’t more than three seconds, a chaste thing, but she kissed him. Then she pulled away.

“Why is there so much distance between us when we both want to be like this?” Ámbar questioned softly, nuzzling her nose against his gently.

If Simón had been in his right mind, he could’ve given many reasons. Her team was the rival of his own. She hadn’t been exactly on her best behavior lately. Hell— Just a few days ago, he’d had to stop her from doing who knows what to the music console in this very mansion.

But all of this had completely vanished from Simón’s mind the moment Ámbar kissed him.

His eyes were still closed, all of his senses focused on how his lips were still tingling, focused on the feeling of her so close to him. All he could do was let out a shaky sigh, not enough function in his brain to formulate a response. He had no idea when his hands had ended up on her waist. Maybe he was the one who’d drunk too much. His mind felt hazy.

Ámbar pulled his head back slightly by the grip she still had on his face. Simón’s eyes opened as if responding to her calling, and he was transfixed by her eyes.

“I’m all yours,” she told him, low and enticing. “Okay?”

Ámbar leaned in to kiss him again, and this time, Simón leaned in too.

It felt so good to do this again that Simón forgot in seconds why he shouldn’t. His lips pressed against Ámbar’s over and over, parting just to come back for more. No, if he was being honest, he chose to forget. Because he’d been watching her all night, entire months, wishing he could be with her, and now he could.

Simón drowned his fingers in her hair, and they both tilted their heads to kiss deeper, opening their mouths to taste each other more intimately. Ámbar’s tongue caressed his in such a way that Simón groaned and pulled her closer, pressing her hard against his body. Ámbar hummed against his mouth, pleased, and her hands roamed him greedily, touching all over his back and running her fingers through his hair.

Her touches were intoxicating. Simón pushed her backward, pressing her against the sink, and their kisses grew hungrier, fueled by months of repressed feelings and accumulated desire. Ámbar slid her hands under his t-shirt, setting sparks on his skin, and then brought them down to grab his ass. Simón groaned and stopped holding back his urge to touch her too, running his fingers down her neck, her sides, her hips— the damn dress that’d been driving him crazy all night. He grabbed handfuls of Ámbar’s ass over the fabric, and then, when that wasn’t enough, he stuck his hands under her dress and squeezed.

Ámbar moaned against Simón’s mouth. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted. She needed to feel his hands all over her body. She needed to devour him and have him blow her mind.

Ámbar broke the kiss and turned around, pressing her back against Simón’s chest and holding his nape to keep him close. Simón got the message and brushed her hair to the side to kiss her neck, running his hands over her body as he did so, lifting the hem of her dress to caress her thighs. He pressed his teeth on her throat and sucked on it, trying all the spots he could think of and staying on the ones that pulled a noise out of Ámbar’s lips. Every moan or gasp was like fire straight to his blood. Her scent and the softness of her skin more inebriating than any alcohol he’d ever tried.

Ámbar gripped his hair tightly and pulled him toward her mouth. Simón met her lips eagerly, and then her tongue when she brushed it against his own. Ámbar took his hands from her thighs and put them on her tits, squeezing. Simón moaned loudly. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed it before, but knowing and feeling it were completely different things. His hands kneaded Ámbar’s breasts without further encouragement, learning their shape and their weight, all while Ámbar’s tongue kept sliding against his own, raising the heat of his body. He brought the tips of his fingers to her nipples, those little peaks he’d fantasized about too much, and started rubbing them through the fabric, pinching and circling them like he’d always wanted to do.

Ámbar moaned against Simón’s mouth, gripping his forearms as the teasing touches shot sparks of pleasure to her clit. She arched her back and pushed her ass against Simón, grinding against him, needing some kind of friction.

Simón broke the kiss and groaned against Ámbar’s nape. He was hard, and Ámbar’s movements weren’t helping matters. It did not stop him from rutting against her ass, and his hands turned even more insistent on Ámbar’s breasts. He couldn’t stop. Everything felt too good.

His eyes found their reflection on the mirror and he almost couldn’t believe the picture they made. It seemed like something taken out of his wildest dreams— Him with his hands on Ámbar, Ámbar’s face flushed and contorted with bliss as hard breaths left her open mouth, both of their hips rolling together with obvious desire.

The view seemed to be too much for Ámbar too. She growled and turned around quickly, taking Simón’s face between her hands to kiss him something fierce. Then, just as Simón had wrapped his arms around her to kiss her back, she broke away just as abruptly and looked at him heatedly.

“Can I suck your dick?” She asked panting.

In the big scheme of things, three beers were nothing, but Simón had to be drunk, because he swore he got so lightheaded at that moment he almost tilted to the side.

“Huh?”

Ámbar brought her hands down, grasping the waistband of his pants with one hand while the other went lower and massaged his erection. Simón’s eyes screwed shut with a moan, and the next time he opened them, Ámbar was on her knees, still rubbing up his cock through the denim.

She squeezed him. “Yes or no? Come on,” she said, eager.

The mix between a groan and a whine ripped out from Simón’s throat. He had to throw out a hand to hold onto the sink. Was this real? Was this happening?

“O-Okay.” I’m gonna die.

Ámbar wasted no time discarding the shirt around his hips and then unzipped his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers to allow his hard cock to spring free.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she breathed, seeing it for the first time. She took her black gloves off and tossed them to the floor in her hurry to feel Simón’s dick in her hand. It was as big as she thought it’d be—even thicker, thank god.

Simón lost all capacity for thinking the second Ámbar wrapped her hand around his dick. It jumped against her palm, a little embarrassingly, but then he forgot all about embarrassment when she started stroking him up and down, scrunching up his face with pleasure. A groan left his throat, feeling himself get even harder, and then his jaw flew open with a gasp when Ámbar engulfed him in her mouth.

FUkc.

Ámbar savored his head, swirling her tongue around it and tasting his precum. She pulled back to lick along his length a little, and then swallowed him again, bobbing her head up and down, coating him in saliva. Simón could do nothing but stand there and moan, watching as she sucked him as if he were her favorite fucking ice cream.

His hand was buried in her hair, holding it tightly while he lost his breath and his mind as Ámbar pulled pleasurable sensations out of his body he didn’t even know possible. At one point, she went as low as she could, making him gasp from the feeling of cock touching the back of her throat, and then she pulled back up slowly, making sure to suck his head exquisitely as she did so. Her lips released him with a wet pop, and then she looked up at him and smiled.

Okay— That’s it.

Simón grabbed Ámbar and pulled her up into a rough kiss. He pressed her against the sink again, claiming her mouth like a man starved while he pulled down the zipper of her dress. He pulled away to yank it down, making Ámbar gasp as the cold air hit her naked chest and hardened her nipples further. Simón groaned looking at her breasts. He covered them with his palms, giving them a good squeeze before he replaced one of his hands with his mouth, sucking her nipple into it.

Ámbar moaned his name, holding hard onto Simón’s hair as he swirled his tongue over the sensitive peak, using his fingers to play with the other. She arched her back, offering all of her chest to him while her hips moved needily, each caress making her cunt pulse harder. Simón scraped his teeth over the underside of her breast and bit down gently on her nipple, pinching the other at the same time and drawing a sharp cry from Ámbar. Then he grabbed her by the thighs and hauled her up onto the sink, barely letting her adjust to the change in position before he brought her neglected nipple into his mouth and slipped his hand under her dress.

“Ah—”

Ámbar’s eyes fell shut and her nails bit into Simón’s shoulders as he began to stroke her over her panties. Her legs opened wider automatically, shamelessly chasing the contact. Simón delved his hand down the front of her panties, groaning at all the proof of her arousal he found there, and focused on her clit, rubbing it gently. A drawn-out moan ripped out of Ámbar, turning into whimpers. She curled up around him, jolting from the sparks of bliss coming from her cunt and nipple and spreading throughout her body. Oh fuck.

Simón released her breast with one last suck and captured her mouth, seeking her tongue with his. As they kissed, one of his fingers circled her entrance and slid inside, hitching Ámbar’s breath as she clenched around it. Simón groaned and moved his finger in and out, pulling moans out of her, and then, feeling no resistance (she was incredibly wet), he inserted a second finger, pumping them inside her pussy and curling them just so with devastating precision.

Ámbar could barely breathe. Between the onslaught on her mouth and the electric pleasure between her legs, she felt overwhelmed in the best way possible. She had imagined before what Simón’s fingers could do to her, pictured all of that skill with the guitar put wringing reactions out of her body, and she was drowning in delight now, seeing she hadn’t been wrong thinking he’d be good at this. She could hear the slurping noises coming from between her thighs as his fingers moved inside her, mixed with the melted sounds she herself couldn’t help but make, especially when Simón brought the pad of his thumb to her clit and rubbed it as he fingered her.

Ámbar broke the kiss with a gasp and threw her head back, groaning loud and deep from her chest. Her hips rolled desperately.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck me. Put it in,” she begged. She couldn’t wait anymore. The pleasure was all-consuming. She needed all of him.

Simón kissed her offered neck. “No.”

Ámbar’s eyes flew open and she whipped her head back to stare at him. She had to have heard him wrong. “No?”

Simón kept her gaze and did not back down. “No. I’m not having our first time in a bathroom.”

Ámbar’s mouth dropped open (or, more open than it already was from all her panting). “How is that any different from what we’re already doing?!” He was still fingering her for god’s sake!

That made Simón hesitate for a moment, but then he renewed his efforts between her legs, stealing a startled moan from Ámbar. “It’s different,” he said with conviction

Ámbar was unable to say anything back immediately because he went back to sucking on her chest, and his thumb was pressing right on her clit, literally rendering her speechless.

After a moment, she finally managed to regather her wits. “Let’s go to my room then!” She said, forcing out the words as the only thing her throat wanted to do right now was moan mindlessly. God, he was touching her so well.

Simón gave her a searching look, attentive, almost like he was trying to discern if she was truly sure of what she was saying, but he must have judged correctly from her expression that she was going to kick him if he asked, so he didn’t.

“Okay,” he agreed in a shaky voice, pausing the movement of his fingers. He wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he wanted to pretend he was. Ámbar could still see his cock and it looked near bursting— There was no way he didn’t want this as much as she did.

Simón slid his fingers out of her and brought them up, smearing her wetness all over her clit as he stroked it. Ámbar’s eyes screwed shut as a guttural moan left her. “But don’t you want to cum first?” He asked. “You’re very wet, Ámbar.”

Ámbar growled. As if she didn’t know— As if he weren’t making it even worse.

She closed her legs forcefully, trapping Simón’s hand between her thighs. Then she grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him right up to her nose so he could listen to her very carefully. “The only way I’m coming is with your dick deep inside of me.”

A deep groan rose from Simón’s chest and then he was pulling his hand out of her underwear with a curse. He stepped back from Ámbar and started tucking his dick into his jeans quickly, fixing his clothes to look presentable (she suspected he only tied his flannel shirt around his hips again to conceal his hard-on.) Ámbar dressed back up in haste too, sliding her arms through the holes of her dress and then reaching behind her to pull up the zipper. She didn’t bother zipping it all the way to her neck though— It was coming off soon anyway.

Simón picked up her gloves from the floor and shoved them into the pocket of his pants (all of it with hisleft hand, Ámbar noticed). She slid down from the sink, stumbling when her weakened knees almost buckled under her weight. “Fuck.”

Ámbar forced strength back into her legs and went to the door, where Simón was already waiting for her. She pressed her ear against the door for a moment, trying to discern if there was anyone nearby outside. She couldn’t hear much over the loud music, so she unlocked the door and peeked her head out, glancing at both sides of the hallway.

“There’s no one— Let’s go.”

The two walked out of the bathroom and hurried down the hallway, leaving the door closed in their wake. It was way less used than the main staircase, but there was another set of stairs in the northeast wing of the mansion, so they headed for that one. It would take much longer to reach her room and it was a stupid go-around, but it wasn’t like they could climb up the main staircase in front of freaking everyone, so they had no choice.

They were speeding down the mansion, the noise from the party growing dimmer the further they went, when the sound of Simón groaning reached Ámbar’s ears, making her look over. He had his fingers inside his mouth, the ones that’d been previously inside her, and he was sucking them clean as if it were honey.

Ámbar’s cunt pulsed like a bitch. She had to force herself to look forward lest she fucked him in that hallway. “God, I need to live in a smaller house.”

“Agreed,” Simón gritted out.

Even at their speed, it took them a whole minute to reach the stairs, and then around two more to walk all the way back to Ámbar’s room. Stupid, big-ass house!

The moment they were inside, Ámbar locked her door and turned to face Simón.

“You better not be having second thoughts because I’m—”

Simón stamped his mouth against hers and pressed her against the wall. Thank God.

The two devoured each other’s mouths, grasping at every part of their bodies they could reach. Here, the loud music of the party was nothing but vague background noise to the sound of their kisses and their agitated breaths. Ámbar pulled Simón’s t-shirt over his head and then yanked his flannel shirt off too while Simón toed off his shoes and kicked them away. In a fast movement, he picked Ámbar up and held her against the wall, wrapping her legs around him. She gasped, a sound Simón quickly smothered with his lips, and they carried on like that, kissing enthusiastically.

Ámbar ran her hands over Simón’s arms and shoulders, feeling his skin and the contours of his muscles. Simón broke the kiss momentarily to take each of her boots off, while Ámbar entertained herself leaving kisses on his neck, licking up the sweat on his throat. Simón got rid of her socks too for good measure and tossed them away, and then slid his hands underneath her dress to start pulling her underwear down, only to realize that, logistically, that wasn’t going to work.

“Damn it,” he muttered frustratedly, lowering her back to her feet so he could pull the garment down her legs. Ámbar let out a little chuckle. Clearly, he wasn’t thinking with the right head right now.

Ámbar stepped out of her panties and pulled Simón by the chains on his neck to join their lips once more. Simón kissed her back and picked her up again, holding her against the wall as he’d done before.

God, it was so hot how he could do that as if she weighed nothing.

Their tongues slid against each other as Ámbar lowered the zipper of her dress and slipped it down her front, baring her breasts to him. The moment she did, Simón parted from her lips to kiss them, caressing one nipple with his thumb while he sucked the other into his mouth. Little whines escaped from Ámbar with every zap of pleasure that went to her clit. She held onto Simón and rolled her hips, desperately trying to get some friction between her thighs.

The belt around her waist remained, holding the loose fabric of her dress, but Simón seemed to be of similar mind to her because, instead of taking it all off, he just pulled back from her nipple, now wet with his saliva, and began to undo his pants.

“Condom?” He asked in an agitated voice, looking at her with hunger in his eyes.

“Don’t need one, I’ve got an implant on my arm,” Ámbar replied quickly. Please, please, hurry, I can’t.

“Oh.” Simón had already shoved his clothes down enough to hold himself in hand, but he still hesitated. “I… I’ve never done it without one.”

Ámbar smirked like the cat that ate the canary. “Good. That means you’re clean and I get to be your first.”

She kissed him deep and wetly and used her legs to pull him closer to where she needed him.

Simón moaned against her mouth and rubbed his length against her, slathering it up with her juices and heightening the tingling between her legs. Ámbar almost sobbed. She was throbbing so hard it was unbearable. Simón held the skirt of her dress higher with one hand and broke the kiss to look down and align himself the other, pressing right against her entrance. Then, finally, he began to push inside.

Simón didn’t go all the way all at once. He opened her up slowly, sliding in some centimeters before pulling back and pushing back in, going in a little deeper. Ámbar shuddered, panting as she felt his hot cock making its way inside of her, stretching her impossibly. Every sound that came out of Simón’s throat only turned her on more, until finally, gloriously, he pushed all the way inside, blowing the air out of her lungs.

It was the most intense feeling she’d ever experienced. Ámbar closed her eyes, overwhelmed by how full she felt. She swore Simón reached places no one had ever touched in her before. All of her sensitive nerve endings were alight. He was so hard, so deep. She was going to go insane.

Simón didn’t seem to be faring much better. His hands were gripping her hips so hard there was a chance he’d leave bruises. Ámbar opened her eyes to find him just as she was, with his mouth agape and his brows furrowed, staring at the place they were connected with a mix of awe and powerful want.

“Oh, God,” he breathed roughly, and he pulled back a little to push back in, bottoming out. Ámbar moaned. She was so wet that it slid perfectly.

Simón repeated the same movement. Once more. Twice. “Oh, fuck.”

Without further warning, he started fucking her frantically.

Ámbar cried out and released a string of moans, so loud and shameless that if there hadn’t been a party, everyone would’ve known exactly what was being done to her. She reached her hands back, seeking purchase on the wall as Simón impaled her on his cock over and over. She couldn’t stop the sounds coming out her mouth. It felt so good. Every time Simón hit that point inside her it made her eyes want to roll into the back of her head. It was so potent she could hardly breathe, but she felt she would die if he stopped.

“God, yes, yes, yes, we should’ve done this years ago!” She said in ecstasy, with her head thrown back. Years ago she didn’t even know him, but she would’ve loved to!

Simón moaned loud in his throat and grabbed her head, surging forward to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Ámbar met his tongue with her own and threw her arms around his neck, keeping him close. She couldn’t stop thinking about how long it’d taken them to end like this. All the times they’d fought, all the times Simón had resisted when he really wanted to say yes, and now, finally, they were here, giving in to the irresistible pull.

Simón broke from her mouth to kiss her neck while he brought one hand up to play with her tits. Ámbar moaned and tilted her head to the side, feeling hazy from the overload of sensations— His hard body against hers, his cock pounding her relentlessly, his tongue on her throat, and his masculine scent. And his hands, holding her hot and firm like he owned her.

Ámbar wanted him to own her. She wanted him all to herself forever. Just thinking of how he’d learned to do all this made her blood boil.

Ámbar growled and scratched her nails down his back, hard. She was going to make sure he never even thought about another girl again.

Simón’s answering groan was feral. He dug his fingers into her waist and fucked her harder, and Ámbar met him thrust by thrust, pulled him by the hair to kiss him passionately, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. She searched for more ways to rile him up— She nibbled at his throat, kissed the entire juncture between his neck and jaw, and went up to his ear, sucking on his earlobe. Simón gasped particularly loud at that, so she stayed there, pressing her lips against his ear and moaning into it.

Simón whined as his body jolted and his thrusts went wild. Ámbar should’ve known— the ears of a musician.

Soon his hips started moving erratically.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum, but I wanna keep going,” he moaned with desperation. “Can we keep going?”

“All the times you want,” Ámbar moaned in return. Just hearing him this crazed drove her crazy too. She wanted him to cum inside her a thousand times over.

Simón groaned and reached down rapidly between their bodies to rub her clit while he fucked her.

Ámbar gasped and started tightening around his cock, speeding toward her own orgasm.

Simón chanted in a frantic voice, stroking her nonstop. “Yes, yes, yes, just like that, cum for me, Ámbar, cum for me—”

And she did.

The moan Ámbar let out was long and charged with what seemed like months of sexual relief. She barely noticed that Simón came too because of the avalanche of pleasure that hit her body, pulling her at the seams and overtaking all of her senses in the best orgasm she’d ever had. It was like her brain shut off for a moment, leaving nothing but the most delicious sensations.

She was panting when she came back to Earth, her body shaking intermittently with some aftershocks. She realized she was holding very tightly onto Simón, so she slackened her grip a little so as to not choke him. He was gasping against her neck too, his cock still buried deep inside of her, as it always should be. It felt amazing. Everything felt amazing.

Ámbar held Simón’s face so she could kiss him. She couldn’t help but give a roll to her hips, wanting more of him, wanting him to make her feel like that again. Simón moaned against her lips, but he held her hips still and pulled out of her gently, making Ámbar shiver from the sudden emptiness. Right, he was probably too oversensitive right now. But he said he wanted to keep going and Ámbar trusted that he would. Simón wasn’t one to break his promises.

The moment Simón came out of her, all the sperm he’d shot inside of her started coming out too, pulled by gravity. He’d cum a lot. Ámbar felt extremely satisfied by that. And horny.

Simon noticed too that she was dripping and brought his right hand between her legs to catch the white substance. Ámbar shuddered a little feeling his fingers there. A tiny noise filtered from her throat. She was sensitive too.

Simón slid one finger inside of her and stirred her up a little to get all of the cum out, making Ámbar grip his shoulders and moan louder. Then he pulled his hand away, making sure to graze her clit as he did with the tip of his fingers.

Ámbar’s hips bucked against the air. Fuck.

Simón laughed softly in his throat. Ámbar looked up from her spread legs and met his eyes. She couldn’t explain what happened next except call it connection. Neither of them spoke, but she knew what he was going to do before he did it.

Simón brought his fingers to her lips and Ámbar opened up to welcome them into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around his digits, licking up their combined essences and moaning at their taste. She closed her eyes and sucked his fingers clean, hearing Simón groan gravely as he watched her.

Once she’d swallowed every drop, Ámbar pulled away, watching little threads of saliva break between her mouth and Simón’s fingers as she found his gaze once more.

The dark look in Simón’s eyes shot a thrill down her body.

He moved both hands to the underside of her thighs and held her securely.

“Ready for the bed?” He asked.

Ámbar wrapped her arms around his neck and answered close to his lips. “I’ve been ready for three hours.”

Simón groaned a little and kissed her, keeping their lips attached as he moved her away from the wall and carried her to the bed.

With one knee on the mattress, Simón laid her down on top of the covers and then climbed up after her, the two of them crawling over the bed to adjust their positions while their lips kept finding each other.

Simón broke away and looked at Ámbar.

“Turn around.”

A zap of heat traveled to her lower belly. Ámbar followed his directive, showing her back to him, excited by this prospect. Did he want to fuck her from behind? God, that would be good.

Simón’s hands worked on removing her belt. Ámbar’s heart beat faster, anticipating the moment when he would pull her remaining clothes down and have his way with her.

Her belt made a noise as it hit the floor.

Simón moved away. “There. Now you can take the dress off,” he told her, and his weight left the mattress.

Oh.

Well.

Ámbar rolled onto her back again and sat up, pulling her dress down her legs and dropping it on the carpet. She pressed her thighs together, trying to quench the heat between them. Patience.

She laid her back on the pillows and watched as Simón took off his clothes too, standing by the side of the bed. The mechanics of taking boxers off weren’t inherently sexy, but his thighs were thick and his cock half hard. Ámbar bit her bottom lip. Between that and his toned chest and strong arms, he was freaking perfect.

Simón tossed his socks aside and looked up, finding Ámbar’s gaze. He climbed up to the bed again, and Ámbar slid her arms above her head and spread her knees so he could lay on top of her. Simón didn’t do that immediately though. He sat on his heels by her feet, and Ámbar could see his eyes take all of her in, admiring her, just as she’d done with him.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said, sighing.

“You too,” she said back. It was the truth.

Simón cracked a little smile and went up to cover her body with his, pressing his lips against hers. It was easy for him to fit in the space her body made for him, cradled between her legs and arms. After a moment, Simón left her mouth to kiss down her neck, and continued going lower little by little, sucking on her collarbone, painting the freckles on her chest with kisses, and then paying special attention to her breasts and nipples.

As he did, Simón ran his hands up and down her body— over her sides, her stomach, her hips, her legs, and up again, even mapping her arms and shoulders.

Ámbar felt adored, and increasingly aroused. She could feel the wetness gathering between her thighs, slowly trickling down toward the bed. It felt like minutes before Simón sat back and grabbed her knees, pulling them higher to spread her more. Ámbar maintained that position, letting him see how soaked she was. The intense, hungry desire with which he watched her only made her throb harder, desperate to buck her hips in a silent plea for him to touch her.

She didn’t need to, for he didn’t leave her waiting long. With one hand, Simón gripped her inner thigh while he used the fingers of the other to keep her labia open. Then he laid down on his stomach and licked between her legs.

Ámbar gasped in both surprise and pleasure as Simón started lapping up her juices, eating her out with slow, focused movements of his tongue. She wasn’t expecting him to do this. In fact, she thought she’d have to suck him off for a bit to help him get hard again, and she would’ve done it gladly, but this… this was heaven.

She brought her hands down to his hair, holding on as a reflex to keep him there, doing those exquisite things, and Simón hummed against her pussy, giving a suck to her clit as thanks for her services.

Ámbar moaned, and sighed, and squirmed restlessly as Simón continued to drive her absolutely crazy. Within minutes, he had to hold her down so she let him do his job, and after what felt like the nth time he sucked on her clit, Ámbar finally couldn’t take it anymore.

She let go of Simón’s hair and grasped the covers on either side of her body. “O-Okay, okay, that’s enough, come here and fuck me,” she said in a hurry.

Simón made a low sound of complaint. “But I want to make you cum like this,” he said, and kept circling her clit with his tongue, stubborn.

Ámbar groaned, closing her eyes and scrunching up her face, struggling not to do just that. She was stubborn too. “Next time, now I want you in me.”

Simón moaned against her one last time and detached from her with the wettest sound imaginable. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and settled on top of her, and Ámbar grabbed hold of his face to kiss him eagerly, moaning from her own taste still lingering on his mouth. Their hips rubbed together while they made out, and Ámbar found he was as ready to go as she was. The idea that eating her out made him this hard had her veins turn into liquid fire.

Simón broke the kiss and brought a hand down to position himself. Yes, yes, yes, please, Ámbar chanted in her mind, or maybe she did say it out loud, and then he was finally sinking inside her again.

Ámbar came embarrassingly fast after he did. She’d been already close, and the delicious drag of his cock between her walls and the knowledge that it was Simón doing this to her were all the push she needed to fall over the edge. Simón fucked her through it, heightening her pleasure until it was almost too much, and then, when she was trembling and breathless, he paused to kiss her temple and whisper dirty things into her ear, like how beautiful she looked when she came, and ‘Could you give me another?’ and then he was fucking her again.

The two switched between staring at each other and kissing fervently as they moved their hips together. Every now and then, Simón ducked his head to suck her nipples or her neck, but while he was always careful about it, Ámbar was purposeful, leaving hickey after hickey on his skin, and even more scratch marks on his back. He was hers, and she was going to make sure everyone knew it.

Simón looked her right in the eye as he slid his hand down to rub her clit, and ooh, she was his too.

Ámbar panted underneath his blazing gaze, squeezing him more and more as her body coiled up, expecting detonation.

She came soon after, scrunching her eyes closed and letting out a soft moan as the waves crashed over her body for the third time that night. Simón groaned above her, and continued his ministrations a little longer before grabbing her hips and fucking into her wildly, chasing his own orgasm.

He came with a gasp, spilling deep inside of her, and captured her mouth in a desperate kiss.

The two kept rolling their hips slowly, wringing out the last drops of pleasure as they kissed and kissed and kissed. Finally, Ámbar broke away and laid her head back against the pillow, feeling sated. Simón left a couple more kisses on her neck and then pulled out carefully, rolling onto his back next to her so as to not crush her with his weight.

“So,” Ámbar panted after a second, staring at the ceiling. “Full disclosure. I may not have been completely honest about the Benicio thing. But I will talk to him and end things for good the moment my legs are back to working, so don’t worry about that.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Simón turn his head toward her. “So, he is your boyfriend?”

“Nah, that part was true, he put that label on all by himself. But I let him do it because I wanted to make you jealous, not because I was being considerate of his feelings.”

Her words were followed by a short silence in which Ámbar feared Simón would grab his clothes and leave. Then a small sound came out of his mouth, and another, and then the most unbelievable thing happened.

Simón was laughing.

Ámbar had to turn and look at him because she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It wasn’t even a sarcastic laugh either— He was 100% giggling at the ceiling like he was stoned or something.

“You’re terrible,” he said between laughs. He brought the palm of his hand to his forehead. “God, you’re really so mean.”

Ámbar couldn’t help but frown and look at him worried that he’d lost his mind. “And that… amuses you? It doesn’t bother you?”

Simón’s laughter finally subsided and he closed his eyes with a sigh, tucking his hand under his head. “I know I care somewhere in the back of my mind, but right now, I’m so happy that I really don’t.”

Wow.

Well, would you look at that. She really should’ve slept with him months ago.

Ámbar shifted closer to snuggle up against him, and Simón wrapped his arms around her body, letting her lay her head on his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, and then started playing with her hair as they both just breathed.

“Want me to get some tissues?” He offered after a moment.

“I have some in the nightstand to your right if you want. I think I’ll just take a shower.” Ámbar nuzzled her face harder into his chest. “Later though, I don’t want to move right now.”

Simón’s caresses coupled with the sound of his heart were such a nice combination she could’ve fallen asleep just like that. Ámbar forced herself to stay awake though. She had to go to the bathroom first if she wanted to sleep, and she and Simón should get under the covers before that too if they didn’t want to catch a cold.

The hand Simón had been running gently down her back stopped after a moment.

“Hey,” he called.

Ámbar leaned her chin on his chest to look up at him. Simón’s face had sobered up since before, no longer relaxed and carefree. The eyes that met hers looked worried. “You will break up with him, right?”

Ámbar raised herself on one hand and held his face with the other.

“If you think I’m going to let you go after this, you are seriously mistaken.”

Simón’s gaze danced between her eyes.

“Good.”

Their lips met again, soft and briefly. Then they stayed a little longer. And a little more. Many times.

Maybe that shower could wait, they both thought.

After all, they had everything they wanted right here.

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I know this started as mixed povs and then ended up being all Ámbar but the thing is after the blowjob Simón’s brain shut off, okay? 🤷🏻‍♀️ Plus, it was his first time doing it raw, trust me, his mind was a constant loop of ‘oh my god’, ‘Ámbar’, and ‘this feels so good’. No thought other than pussy behind those eyes.

SKFSKS Okay, now on a serious note, I hope you liked this, I’m sorry for not updating my multichapters, I’ll get on that right now, I promise, I just needed to write this first.

I’VE HAD THIS HEADCANON THAT SIMÓN’S EARS ARE HIS WEAK SPOT FOR MONTHS AND I FINALLY GOT TO MENTION IT. Don’t be surprised if I bring it up again in Roads or whatever because I love that headcanon, you can’t take that headcanon away from me, you’d have to kill me first, and even then, I’d ghostwrite it into existence.

(I’m well aware that the contents of this fic align more with Sabrina Carpenter’s horny album than with Taylor’s song, but those lines that go “Told my friends I hate you, but I love you just the same” and “You were never not mine” really resonated with my Simbar-intoxicated brain, okay? Besides “Even if it's handcuffed, I'm leavin' here with you!” it’s exactly Ámbar’s mindset in this dfkjn)

I love that Simón is like “So why am I here?” because if Ámbar could be honest she’d be like “Because you want to be here, silly!! 🥰 🥰 🥰 You want to bang me really hard against that wall 😝😝😝 What kind of question is that? 😘 😘 😘”

Btw, I stole the “I’m all yours” line directly from Valentina’s scene in Elite and I regret nothing. Iykyk.

Also, I changed Ámbar’s original outfit (which were actually shorts) for a dress in this for ✨accessibility✨ purposes. Hope you understand 🙏🏻 The rest is pretty much the same as in the show.

Okay, now I really bid you adieu. See you next time! – C

PS: To all female readers, remember to always pee after sex to avoid getting a UTI <3 To all readers in general, practice safe sex, make sure your partner is clean, remember that consent is key and can be revoked at any time, and if sex just isn’t for you, that’s okay too! Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

Love you all, take care!

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