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kurogane2512 · 21 days ago

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Chameleon Birthday 2025

yes it's finally here!!

18+ CONTENT

Game: Path to Nowhere

Characters: Chameleon x fem!reader (Chief)

Type: Fluff and smut

Although it's Chameleon focused, I have depicted Chief having an open relationship with other Sinners so there are some touchy scenes with them since this is also Valentine's Day. But belated happy birthday mommy Chameleon you will always have a special place in my heart 🥹❤️

Heels tapped on the marbled floor of the bureau as Chameleon made her way to your office. Donning her ever-alluring smile, she greeted the Sinners who passed by her and wondered why everyone was coming from the same direction she was headed to. Her doubts were cleared as soon as she reached your office and peeked through the slightly ajar door- oh, so this was it, how could she not realize sooner?

Occupying her view was a familiar red-haired woman, Cabernet Franc, who appeared to be straddling you in your chair. Chameleon’s eyes moved to the side and she saw another familiar woman, the new blonde Outland Sinner you had recently detained, Vautour Bleu, standing to your side quite closely as if waiting her turn. The view wasn’t very clear to Chameleon and she didn’t want to make her presence known by attempting to see better, but she could make out enough.

“Chief, say ‘aah’~” Cabernet mused while leaning closer to you, holding a heart-shaped chocolate in her hand.

Your lips parted to bite the chocolate from one end and Cabernet came closer to bite the other, making your lips touch. The simple touch turned into a passionate kiss as you relished the sweet chocolate together. Chameleon’s eyes squinted at the scene, a strange emotion bubbling in her. Normally, she’d be amused of such things and not think much of them, but recently she found herself feeling differently. She also noticed how your desk was filled with various gifts, most of them being chocolates and letters.

She continued watching as Cabernet proceeded to move away and Vautour Bleu sat on your lap sideways, holding a chocolate in her mouth and gesturing you to bite from the other end. It was like a Pocky game, both of you biting from your ends until it was finished and your lips met in a sensual kiss. Once again, the same unusual feeling arose in Chameleon. She couldn’t name the feeling despite being a master of emotions, but deep down she knew what it was.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, dear Chief~” Cabernet and Vautour Bleu spoke together, kissing each of your cheeks one by one before beginning to exit your office.

Chameleon walked away before they could reach the door and acted as if she saw nothing, making her way back to her cell. With her brows furrowed, she laid down on her bed with a sigh, the scenes repeating in her mind continuously and making her further annoyed. She wasn’t sure why she felt this way, or perhaps she didn’t want to face the reality of her own emotions. Just like all these years how she kept her real emotions suppressed and showed herself as a ruthless psychopath who seemingly enjoyed toying with others.

Why did she want to meet you today in the first place? To toy with you and satisfy her desires? Or was she expecting something deeper and more affectionate? Her thoughts started overwhelming her and she decided to put an end to them, closing her eyes to fall into slumber. She hated how she felt this way about you; after all, your relationship was anything but romantic. A simple arrangement for convenience, and a treatment method for her. That’s how it was with others too, yet she seemingly had more trouble staying in her lane today.

Trying to sleep in the middle of the day proved fruitless so she sat on her desk to complete some patient files, hoping to get her mind off things. It was approximately 2 hours later when her focus was broken as her cell door opened and she turned to greet the unexpected visitor- and finding herself surprised yet again at who it was.

“Oh, what brings you here, Chi—” her eyes wandered to the object in your hands and her words were held in her throat, “....Ah, how unexpected.”

You walked in further carrying a small cake and a packed gift, “Why unexpected? You thought I’d forget your birthday?”

Chameleon remained silent for a moment then smirked, “Well, I assumed you’d be quite occupied given the other occasion today~”

You shrugged then placed the cake on her desk, “Even so, I wouldn’t forget to wish you.”

You fetched a lighter from your pocket and lit the candle on top of the cake then looked at her with a smile, “Happy Birthday, Chameleon. I wish you health and happiness, and I hope you enjoy your day.”

Chameleon looked at the cake then back at you, feeling unsure of how to respond for a moment. Her smirk turned into a gentle smile and she picked up the knife to cut the cake.

“Thank you, Chief.”

She blew the candle and cut a slice of the cake.

“And here, happy Valentine’s Day as well.” You extended the packet towards her and she cordially accepted.

Chameleon stared at the cutely wrapped gift then stepped closer to you to say something but held back when she noticed a faint red mark on your neck, partially hidden by your shirt’s collar. Her brows furrowed slightly at the sight, the same unusual feelings rising in her again.

“Who may it be? The Countess? Or the Head of Quinn? Perhaps one of those Garden members.... or anyone at all.” She pondered.

“Well, if there’s any wish you have then feel free to say it. I will try my best to fulfil it, you already know the limitations we have. I’ll be in my office now, if there’s anything you need then you know what to do.”

You were about to turn around and walk out of her cell when she held you back by grabbing your wrist, followed by leaning in to embrace you. Her face was buried in the crook of your neck, near the place where the mark was engraved. You flinched for a second feeling her embrace then became relaxed and put your arms around her.

“I have already decided my wish, Chief. Would you be kind enough to fulfil it?~”

“W-What is it?”

Chameleon smirked and drew herself back to look at your face, “Every once in a while, let’s be honest with each other, let down our guards, and spend the day together~”

You processed her words in your mind, “....You are asking me to take you on a date, is that it?”

She chuckled, “If you wish to put it that way, Chief. Your words, not mine~”

You let out a sigh and pondered for a while. Chameleon looked at your serious expression and wondered if she asked for something too much, perhaps you were too busy to abide by her wish.

“....Alright, it can be arranged. Where would you like to go? And anything particular you want to do?”

Her eyes almost widened at your acceptance but she held back her expression and simply smirked, “Oh, how kind of you, dear Chief. Well....” she trailed off and sensually traced her palm down your arm, leaning in to breathe against your neck, “Why don’t you decide on the place and activities? You are taking me on a date, right? Then, I expect to be impressed~”

You blushed and averted your gaze, “Fine, I’ll make up a date plan. Be ready by 5 pm.”

She smiled and kissed your cheek, “I look forward to it, Chief~”

Just like that, Chameleon seemingly had her way as she wanted. Looking back, time had passed in the blink of an eye and it was already 2 years since her detainment. Who would have guessed she’d become so attached to her own captor?

It was 5 pm soon after and you and Chameleon were in Eastside, wandering down a street after being dropped off by an agent from 9th Agency. Since it was supposed to be a normal date between two perfectly normal people, you decided to dress appropriately and so did Chameleon. You were caught off guard at first when you saw her wearing a simple yet elegant dress, light makeup and hair draped over one shoulder. You were used to seeing her in her usual attire which always gave her an air of professionalism combined with seductiveness, somehow perfect for a psychologist like her.

“Where are we headed first, Chief?~” Chameleon asked while grasping your hand, walking quite close to you. You noticed how she seemed to be in a good mood, perhaps she was really being honest and wanted to enjoy the day.

“Ah, how about a movie? I checked that there’s one you may like.”

“Oh? How amusing. Lead the way then, Chief. I’m leaving everything to you today~”

You nodded with a smile and led her to the nearby cinema. The movie that you selected was a thriller mystery, a bit serious for an occasion like today’s but you knew Chameleon liked such genres. To your relief, she seemed genuinely invested in the movie throughout and watched with excitement. It was rare of you to see her in such a state, being so focused on something as simple as this, but the sight was adorable.

During the movie, you once reached into the popcorn bucket and brushed your hand with hers, causing you to retract it with a blush and looked to see Chameleon eyeing you with a smirk. You were about to apologize but she took your breath away when she leaned in to sneakily peck your lips. It was a simple touch yet felt electrifying, perhaps due to the location you were in. Yet she was back to watching the movie as if nothing happened.

The movie was finished after 2 hours and you were on your way to a restaurant now. You discussed about the movie as you walked, sharing your thoughts and opinions on the plot, criticising some aspects of the cinematography, and praising the performance of the actors. You weren’t surprised when Chameleon revealed she had figured out the mystery around halfway into it, still she found the revelation quite satisfying and worth the wait.

“I had actually been wanting to watch this movie for some time, Chief. Thank you for bringing me here~” her words were sincere and spoken with a smile, almost making you wonder if you were talking to the real Chameleon or not.

“That’s good then, I’m glad you liked it.” You replied with a smile as well.

She once again laced her hand with yours and walked together. You’d truly appear like an ordinary couple to outsiders at this point. Alas, the reality was from it.

You reached a fairly luxurious restaurant, neither too fancy for your wallet nor shabby for a date with a woman like Chameleon. You both opted to try their signature parfaits and crepes since you weren’t hungry for anything else. Looking around the restaurant, you found a bunch of young couples huddled together and chattering away in their own little worlds. Of course, today was the day of love, no wonder the restaurant had such cheesy decorations and a special menu catering towards couples.

As you waited for your food to arrive, Chameleon shifted closer to you and kept her palm atop yours, her signature smirk lacing her face and you wondered what was going on in her mind. Well, you had the means to read it, but you weren’t going to. She remained silent and simply played with your fingers, intertwining hers with them and sensually tracing patterns on the skin. Such demeanour was a little unusual for her, but quite cute at the same time.

“Chameleon, what are you doing....?”

She smirked more at your question and rested her face on her other palm, leaning closer to you.

“I’m feeling your touch, dear Chief. Your skin has turned rougher, are you not even applying some basic skincare?~”

“I do.... I just don’t get much time and recent missions have been field operations to the Outlands, you know how the conditions are there.”

“Outlands, of course.... that desolate place. You detained quite a few Sinners from there in the past weeks~”

“Mhm, it was really hectic. Thankfully, this week was rather relaxing.”

She smiled at your statement and stopped moving her fingers but kept your palms connected, simply holding it in her hand. It seemed she wanted to say something more but held back and your order arrived soon after, both of you shifting your focus to the lavish preparation in front of you. They were simply a parfait and some crepes, yet they were decorated with all sorts of toppings befitting Valentine’s Day that made them appear like a sumptuous feast.

“Oh my, they seem to have put in a lot of effort into these~” Chameleon mused while dragging the parfait towards herself, eyeing it with amusement.

“It’s a little too much I feel....” you whispered, making her chuckle.

“Indulge yourself for today, Chief. You don’t get chances like this every day~”

You nodded with a sigh and pulled the crepes towards yourself then took a bite from it, immediately tasting the sickly-sweet taste that overwhelmed your senses. Yet, you found yourself relishing the dish since it mellowed out as you ate more and were able to appreciate it’s deeper flavouring.

“Here, Chief. Say ‘aah’~” Chameleon teased while holding a spoonful of her parfait in front of you. You blushed for a second then accepted the bite, earning a victorious smile from her.

You then returned the gesture by offering a bite from your crepes, but she seemed to have something else in mind. Chameleon smirked and suddenly leaned near you and licked the corner of your lips, a startled shiver going down your body. You stared at her in disbelief with a reddened face, making her smile deviously.

“Hmm, how sweet. They specialize in these desserts it seems~”

She commented while being completely unfazed of her own action, resuming to eat her dish as usual. Your face turned bright red and you struggled to react for a while then went back to eating your dish too.

“So unfair doing that this way..... I need to get back at her.” Just as you thought that, a perfect opportunity presented itself.

A drop of the ice cream dripped on Chameleon’s exposed chest, near her beauty mark. She was about to reach out to grab a tissue and wipe it, but you acted faster and leaned in to lick away the drop.

“Indeed, these are quite good~” you commented with a smirk while eyeing her then resumed eating your fill.

You were silently celebrating your victory in your mind, completely oblivious to the fact that Chameleon was genuinely surprised by your action. You didn’t notice how she remained still, nor the light blush occupying her face. But she was truly caught off-guard as she didn’t expect you to do something like that. Although, you had now lit a fire in her and she was already thinking of ways to make you regret your action- in a good way.

After finishing your meals, you were once again strolling out in the city hand-in-hand. Night had begun to fall on the eternally awakened Eastside illuminated by artificial lights all around. There seemed to even more crowd on the streets now, especially hordes of couples going here and there. You couldn’t help but ponder the uniqueness of your situation; at this moment, nobody knew you were the Chief of MBCC, the agency that detains Sinners- people who are widely hated and feared in DisCity- and the woman beside you was one of those very Sinners you had detained.

You wondered if Chameleon ever dated this way before, perhaps she hypnotized someone to act as her lover for a while to satisfy herself but you were inclined to believe she wouldn’t do that. She claimed to enjoy toying with others, but you had known her long enough to know the fears and insecurities rooted deep inside her due to the traumatic event she faced as a child. In the same chain of thoughts, you became curious as to why she wanted you to take her on a date like this; was there another reason aside from her birthday celebration?

“Ah, I just remembered there’s some things I wanted to buy. Care to accompany me, Chief?~” her voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly nodded, following her to a nearby store.

You thought she wanted to buy some clothes- and they were indeed clothes, but not the kind you expected. It was a lingerie shop.

You stared at the outlet and contemplated going in but didn’t have much choice as Chameleon was practically ready to drag you inside.

“I hope to get some good recommendations from you, Chief....” she whispered near your ear, “....Pick something that suits me, and that you’d like to see on me~”

You pursed your lips and nodded. Chameleon internally chuckled seeing your reaction, finding your flustered state adorable.

“We both are women, so you can provide first-hand opinions as I try out different sets~” she continued, her silvery voice coming as a hush and making you shiver in place.

“C-Chameleon, we shouldn’t....” you muttered, averting your gaze.

“Hm? I merely want you to help me choose lingerie, Chief. You have solved much tougher Mania cases than this, have you not?~” she whispered more and lightly bit your earlobe, earning a muffled moan from you.

Indeed, you had solved much tougher Mania cases. For God’s sake, you had defeated Black Rings. This was just choosing some lingerie for your Sinner, surely a piece of cake?

“Alright....” you cleared your throat, “But be quick....”

She nodded and pulled you inside the shop. Scent of fresh fabric filled your nose and sight of feminine lingerie pieces occupied your gaze. To some extent, this was a foreign world to you since all your clothes were always delivered by the Supply Office, including undergarments. You hardly had time to go shopping for yourself, much less choose fancy undergarments which would only get ruined.

Chameleon was quick to walk to an aisle on the right and start looking at sets as if she came here all the time- which she might as well have before being detained. You followed her closely and glanced around, feeling slightly awed at the choices presented. As you walked further, you started noticing the cup sizes becoming bigger and quickly realized why; of course, Chameleon would require such sizes....

You waited as she examined a few pieces, often turning to you to ask your opinion on them and all you had to say was they were good because truly— everything would suit her. However, she seemed displeased by your indecisiveness and poor opinions. Hence, she had no choice but to resort to another option.

That’s how you found yourself being dragged towards the changing rooms by her. She expected you to resist but you simply let it happen since you knew resistance would be futile; not to mention, you were secretly looking forward to what would happen. You waited right outside her stall as she changed into the selected pieces, nervousness rising in you as you envisioned how she’d look and couldn’t help but feel flustered. Though, nothing could prepare you for the real sight.

Her stall door swung open and you felt frozen in time when you laid your eyes on her, gazing at her intently. The first piece she tried was a black floral bra with a white and black panty, her ample breasts were perfectly framed in the cups and her hips accentuated in all the right ways with the panty. The color was rather similar to her usual undergarment she wore with her work uniform, yet you wouldn’t mind seeing more of it.

“Hehe, seems I don’t even need to read your mind to know your thoughts, Chief~” Chameleon chuckled with a smirk, snapping you out of your trance.

“S-Sorry! It looks great on you....”

She smiled and suddenly pulled you closer by grabbing your chest harness, “Have a closer look, Chief. Tell me, what exactly do you like?~”

You blushed more and trailed your eyes down to her body, feeling the way her breasts pressed against you.

“T-The shape is good.... it looks c-comfortable to wear....”

Chameleon smiled again and released you, “Not bad, Chief. Your observational skills are noteworthy~”

You dryly chuckled, “Just part of the job, you know....”

She then went back inside the stall to try out another piece. You breathed a sigh of relief when you were finally given some space, but you couldn’t control your mind that was still envisioning Chameleon’s body, the scenery now enhanced by your recent experience. You took a deep breath to calm yourself, knowing it was inappropriate to have such thoughts about her. Not to mention, she could read your mind at anytime and discover your debauchery....

The stall opened again after some time and this time she stepped out wearing a crimson lace set, looking absolutely ravishing. Your face flushed at the exquisite sight in front of you, finding yourself speechless once again. Chameleon could tell your thoughts by a simple glance just like before, she adored how you’d react this way. She stepped out and walked up to you then pinned you to the wall behind, caging you with her body. Her knee dug between your legs, breasts pressing against yours and her lips lingering over your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... I hope you know how hard it is to hold back when you look at me this way~”

Her warm breath brushed past your lobe, a shiver going down your spine.

“....Can you blame me?”

She softly chuckled, “Why don’t you do something about it then, hm?~”

You swallowed in your throat then looped one arm around her waist, “Sure, why don’t I start here then?~” You sneakily traced your hand down her hips and grabbed her butt, earning a muffled moan from her due to not expecting such an action from you.

“How needy, Chief. I didn’t know you were into such things~”

You smirked then retracted your hand, “This one looks good too. Which one do you prefer?”

She sensed the way you changed the topic and stepped back as well, deciding to not continue further.

“Well, perhaps I’ll keep it a surprise for later~”

She winked then walked back inside the stall to change. You slumped against the wall once she was out of sight, taking another deep breath to remain composed. You were used to her teasing nature, yet every time it became harder to retaliate. She came out in her normal clothes after a while and carried both sets in their respective boxes while going to the cashier. You were curious to see which one she finalized but she didn’t give you a chance to see as she hid the choice while the billing was processed.

You were back on the road now, strolling along the street hand in hand. You were wondering what else to do now since the only thing left in your plan was a night stay at a hotel, but you weren’t sure if Chameleon wanted that. You glanced at her beside you and pondered over certain things, trying to figure out what else she may like. That’s when she stopped in her tracks all of a sudden and made you stop as well. You noticed her looking at a signboard on her right side and moved forward to see it as well.

“A photoshoot offer, huh? Speaking of this, we didn’t get any photos today....” you mumbled and looked at her, trying to read her expressions. She then turned to look at you as well and grasped your hand tighter with a smirk on her face.

“Well, seems like the perfect opportunity, doesn’t it, Chief?~”

“Are they even open right now? It’s rather late....”

“Let’s check it out, Chief.”

You nodded and followed her into the shop to ask about the offer. You found out it was an offer for a trial wedding styled photoshoot at a limited timed low price for couples. You thought about denying hearing it was wedding themed but noticed how Chameleon seemed to be interested, listening intently to the details.

“Uh, do you want to, Chameleon?”

She glanced at you with a sly smile, “Wouldn’t it be good practice for the future, darling?~” she wrapped her arms around your neck, pressing her body to yours. You knew she was teasing, but something about doing such a thing with her enticed you, and you were also keen to give her whatever she wished for today hence ended up agreeing.

You were escorted to the studio at the back of the shop where you were first shown the backdrop for the pictures- it was a nature scenery with a wedding arch prop and some frills and flowers, looking quite beautiful and pleasant. You were then taken to the dressing room and told to select costumes for yourself. There weren’t elaborate options but the ones available were quite well-made for a trial photoshoot.

“Say, Chief, how about we surprise each other with our looks?~” Chameleon suggested and you nodded, feeling quite excited at the idea.

She let you pick your selection first by turning her back to you and waiting for you to walk into the changing room, followed by herself choosing an outfit. Being too used to wearing your uniform, you picked a similar kind of white suit complete with a tie and brooch. The brooch was special to you since its colour resembled Chameleon’s eyes, you hoped she’d notice and feel special. You were first to step out and got seated in the makeup area where a stylist was already waiting. Looking at your face and attire, she applied some subtle makeup to make you look radiant and fresh rather than a drained workaholic.

You were just finished with your makeup when Chameleon finally stepped out, and your breath was taken away. Looking at her wearing exotic lingerie was tempting, but seeing her in an elegant wedding-like dress was a completely different feeling. Your heart pounded in your chest as she walked closer, your gaze trailing from her head to toe and you stared in awe, having absolutely no words to speak. She was a beautiful woman, no doubt, despite being a Sinner you could never deny it. Her beauty never failed to captivate you no matter the attire.

“Hehe, it’s always so amusing to see you in this state, darling~” Chameleon chuckled, and just like at the lingerie shop it was her voice that snapped you out of your thoughts. She wasn’t wearing a proper wedding dress since it wasn’t available in the options, but the dress had the same kind of style and flair to appear like a wedding dress as much as possible. Additionally, she also carried a white folding fan and you noticed her dress had a similar looking brooch as well, resembling her eye colour.

“You look dashing, Chief. And we match as well.... hehe, I wonder if we’d appear like a real couple about to get married~” her voice resounded in your mind, and you realized she was speaking through her powers.

You cleared your throat and approached her before extending your hand, “You look ethereal, dear.” You spoke sincerely while gazing into her eyes, and you noticed a light blush form on her face for a very short moment as she was quick to compose herself and smile in response.

“Thank you, this dress is quite to my liking~”

You smiled back then had her seated on the makeup chair and waited for her. Although, she didn’t require much makeup either as her natural appearance was beautiful enough hence the artist simply enhanced her features with light touches and gave some loose curls in her hair. Her look was completed with a hat which had a purple pansy attached to the band, balancing the combinations well. It was soon time for the photoshoot. You were taken back to the studio and the photographer was astonished by your looks and felt quite excited to take your pictures.

The first backdrop was a waterfall and you were made to stand side by side with Chameleon’s body angled towards the side to show some of her curves. You kept one arm around her waist and joined the other with hers then looked at each other with smiles as the photos were clicked. The next scene was slightly unconventional for a wedding photoshoot, but this wasn’t a real wedding photoshoot so perhaps the photographer wanted to be unique. Chameleon sat upon a dressing table, the mirror reflecting some of her exposed back and silky hair, holding up the folding fan near her shoulder. On the other hand, you were asked to get down on one knee in front of her and have her rest one foot on your thigh while you appear to put on an anklet on it, your eyes locked on each other.

She softly chuckled behind the folding fan once the photos were clicked, clearly enjoying making you do such things. You wondered if she had a hand in making the photographer click a photo like this....

The next scene was a simple one, and possibly the most obvious you’d expect in a photoshoot. You were standing under the arch while facing each other, her arms wrapped around your neck while yours around her waist and eyes locked together. It was intimate and romantic; you could see and feel every bit of her being and couldn’t help but feel lost in her eyes. You were then asked to change poses and quickly obliged, now facing the camera while holding a bouquet together.

The photoshoot was then completed and you changed into your own clothes then thanked the owner for the opportunity and were told the completed photos will be sent to you digitally and also delivered in an album through a package. You were reluctant to write the MBCC’s address as the delivery location so Chameleon recommended writing her office address instead and to have it picked up from there separately.

You were finally outside now and aimlessly wandering on the street. You noticed how strangely quiet Chameleon was ever since the photoshoot ended, she didn’t even hold your hand now unlike before. You wondered if she was upset or found something unpleasant, but weren’t sure how to bring it up. Not wanting to see her in a gloomy mood, you decided to go along with your final arrangement for the date.

“Are you tired, Chameleon?”

“Hm?” her head snapped towards you with a puzzled expression before she composed herself, “Ah, it is rather late. I suppose we should go back now.”

“Well....” you went ahead and grasped her hand, “There is one last thing I prepared. Let’s go.”

You smiled and pulled her along, turning a few corners until being stopped in front of a building. She looked up to see a fancy building with the sign of a hotel; of course, it wasn’t a five-star hotel but it was certainly over your budget.

“Oh my, how thoughtful of you, Chief. Seems you pulled all stops for today~”

You sneered, “I promised to impress you, after all~”

Chameleon shrugged with a chuckle and walked inside the hotel with you. You checked into the suite you had booked then were escorted by an attendant to the top floor. The suite was magnificent as one would expect from a high-end hotel, offering a gorgeous view of DisCity through the glass window and enough facilities in the room itself. You sat upon the bed with a sigh as you were tired from walking around all day and kept an eye on Chameleon, wondering what she was up to.

She then headed into the restroom to freshen up and you laid back on the bed to rest for a while, pondering over everything you did today. In hindsight, it was quite a normal date and nothing extravagant. You tried to arrange for the best things available in your budget and time, but you knew it could be improved. In the end, if Chameleon was satisfied then your motive was achieved.

The door of the restroom opened after a while and she walked out then strolled towards the window, her eyes fixated on the view. You stood up and walked to stand beside her and looked at the view as well, truly feeling quite stunned at how beautiful DisCity could be despite having such harsh conditions inside. You glanced at Chameleon beside you, noting how fixated her gaze was and were almost tempted to read her mind to know her thoughts.

“It’s certainly impressive, Chief. You actually managed to surprise me well~” she spoke in a soft tone and glanced at you with a smile.

You blushed a little and nodded, “I’m just glad you like it. So, what shall we do now?”

She turned her gaze back to the window then spoke, “Tell me, Chief. Who helped you book this? The Countess? Or Quinn? Perhaps the Francs or.... even the 9th Agency, I suppose? I know the MBCC doesn’t have budget for this~”

You were caught off guard by her question, “How does that matter?”

“Well, I assume you’d have to pay back that person for such a favor, right? I can imagine what kind of compensation they’d ask for~”

“....And? I still don’t understand how it matters. What are you trying to say, Chameleon?”

She pursed her lips with her brows furrowed, a surprisingly irritated expression formed on her face. Her silence along with such an expression was daunting and made you quite worried. You then moved to stand behind her and swiftly wrapped your arms around her waist, embracing her from the back. She was slightly surprised when she felt you lean in and place your head on her shoulder, burying your face in the space. You breathed against her skin, taking a whiff of her fragrance before placing small kisses along her shoulder.

Chameleon shuddered at the sudden action, her body instinctively melting into you. You parted her silky hair to the side to expose more of her skin, your lips traveling to every inch you could find and mark as your own. She sighed and placed one hand on the window in front to stabilize herself, while the other looped over to press the back of your head and push you closer, deeper. You stepped forward and tightened your hold, her body folding as you pulled her closer.

“Hmm.... C-Chief....~”

“There’s something you are not telling me since morning. What happened, Chameleon? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other.”

She moaned when you whispered against her skin, dragging your lips across. A low chuckle came from her mouth, her eyes looking at the reflection of you in the glass in front.

“You can’t be so oblivious, Chief. Why don’t you read my mind to know? You have my permission for it~”

“No, I won’t. You know that’s not right and I want to hear you say it. Tell me what I did wrong. You know very well how important it is to communicate, don’t you?”

Your hand slid down to move under her dress, caressing along her inner thighs. She breathily chuckled, “T-There’s nothing to say, Chief.... mhm....~”

“Do you want me to make you say it?”

She bit her lower lip and slowly turned her head to the side, eyeing you with a smirk.

“Do your worst, Chief~”

You smirked in return then pinned her against the window and pressed your lips to hers, engaging in a rough and passionate kiss. She moaned as you pulled her closer by the waist, bending her against the window and pressing her hips to yours while your hand slipped deeper. She subconsciously started grinding her hips against you, feeling your hand caress her clothed core as you continued kissing. Your tongues rolled messily, exchanging moans and breaths. You attempted to come even closer, almost squeezing her against the glass.

She released the kiss with a sigh, tilting her head back to rest it on your shoulder as your hands groped her body. You went back to kissing her neck and shoulders, your other hand that was wrapped around her waist also slid up to grasp her breast and knead it. Chameleon pleasantly moaned at the sensations, gazing at the reflection of you both in the glass and the view of the gorgeous DisCity. Then her sight was overtaken by your face as you suddenly turned her over, wasting no time to kiss down her chest.

“Mmm.... t-that’s not going to make me reveal my thoughts, Chief.... You’ll have to do b-better than this~”

“So you admit you are hiding something, that’s a start~”

She chuckled to herself at your conclusion, wrapping her arms around your neck and looping one leg over your waist. She grasped the back of your head with her fingers and pulled your face up to dive in for a kiss, passionately making out with you. Your hands gradually slid down the straps of her dress, exposing more of her soft skin but you suddenly noticed something different- her bra.

Oh, this sly woman.

Chameleon smirked at your motionless state upon discovering her bra then wasted no time and effort to turn the tables. She tugged your hair strands and pulled your head back then pushed you backwards by your shoulders, walking forward with you. You hit the bedside and she pushed you to sit down then quickly moved to straddle your lap. The sudden change in positions wasn’t unexpected with a woman like her, but she knew how to exploit your weakness.

“You want me to be honest, Chief?~”

She moved her spectacles down, biting one of the temple edges with her lips and seductively gazing at you while brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Do you know how difficult it is to get your exclusive attention on a day like today?~”

Her words confused you for a moment and you pondered what she seemed to be referring to.

“But I did give you all my attention today, did I not?”

She smiled briefly then took off her dress, letting your eyes feast on her exquisite body. You finally saw the bra she had picked earlier- the crimson lace set. You had a strong feeling she’d choose this given your reaction to it, but seeing her wear it in this position was a completely different feeling.

“So, you chose this one, after all.... Looks great on you.” You complimented with hooded eyes, your fingers itching to touch her.

“I imagine you have seen plenty of beautiful women this way, and in better lingerie than this. No need to flatter me anymore, Chief~”

You squinted your eyes at her comment, slowing sitting up to get close to her face.

“Why do you keep saying things like this? Did some- mmph!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly kissed you roughly, not giving you a chance to speak.

“Hah.... Wait, Chameleon-!”

You panted and tried to speak but were in vain as she pressed her lips to yours deeply, occupying all your senses. You were then roughly pushed down as well, your body laying flat upon the bed with Chameleon keeping you down with her weight, effortlessly ceasing all your movements. She cupped your face and tilted it as she moved her lips, kissing you passionately. Your hands slowly caressed her body this way, feeling up her soft skin and curves. Her tongue was soon to enter your mouth, rolling along with yours in a heated manner. You could feel her ample breasts squeezing yours, the urge to free them becoming more apparent in you.

However, you couldn’t forget the way she had been acting just now. It wasn’t unusual for her to tease you by bringing up your affairs with other Sinners, but it was unusual for her to mention it so much on the same day and in such strange ways. You couldn’t help but wonder if she was jealous, but you didn’t understand why she’d be jealous because you tried your best to make her feel special on her birthday. Perhaps there was something else entirely that you didn’t grasp yet. Reading her mind would indeed make it easier, but doing that was simply out of the question.

She finally released the kiss, pulling back with a soft moan and heavily panting while gazing at you. Her red lipstick was smudged and her silky hair splayed over your face, giving you a marvellous sight to look at. She smirked as she slowly sat up and you expected her to say something but she instead crawled forward until her body was atop your face, legs resting on either of your head and her core placed right above your mouth.

“Chameleon, wait, we shou— mmh~”

Once again, your attempt to make conversation was blocked as she dropped her hips down and pressed her clothed core to your lips. Truthfully, it was becoming slightly annoying now, but you had learned to be patient enough with her and there was no way you were going to lose so easily. You decided the best course of action was to go along with her desires for now, to eventually make her give in.

You grasped her thighs and pulled her closer, earning a startled moan from her when she felt your nose hit her clit. You wasted no time to pull apart her panties and drag your tongue across her folds, immediately making her arch up with a sigh. You couldn’t deny you craved to see her in this state, her pleasured form and melodic voice was addicting. Your tongue lapped up her outer folds first, using your fingers to pull them apart until you were ready to prod inside. Her body fell forward from your ministrations, thighs enclosing around your head as soon as you pushed your tongue inside her. She was relatively quieter than usual, only letting out low sighs at your actions, but you were determined to make her lose her mind.

A breathy chuckle left her lips when you suddenly jolted up your head, making your tongue enter her and be enclosed by her warm and mushy walls. Her hands went to grasp your hair, fingers tightly interlacing in the strands as you made your way to eat her out. Your thumb caressed her clit simultaneously, your tongue scissoring inside her and prodding all her sensitive spots as best as you could. Her hips soon started rutting on your tongue, trying to make you touch where she wanted.

“O-Oh, Chief.... you are always so good at this.... mmh.... you must get lot of p-practice, don’t you- hehe~!”

Again, she brought up the same point. You couldn’t understand why she kept mentioning this today. Feeling more annoyed at her accusation, you forcefully raised her thighs slightly before plunging your tongue even deeper inside her and adding more stimulation to her clit. Chameleon arched with a surprised gasp, now sitting up to gaze down at you, her fingers tightening in your hair and a sultry smirk drawing upon her face.

“F-Feisty today, Chief? Oh, I won’t deny I love when you do this- aahn! M-More!~”

Her hips rutted faster to match your movements, your tongue moving in sync with her. Sweet juices flowed down her folds and drenched your lips, sounds of slurping resounding in your ear as you diligently lapped up every drop. She threw her head back when she grinded deeper and faster, pulling back her own hair and biting her lower lip as she gazed into your eyes, also playing with her own breasts now. The sight of you below her and doing what she wanted always enticed her, she wished she could have you this way forever.

“Mmmh.... I-I’m close, Chief.... come on.... yes.... just t-there- Oh, that feels wonderful!~”

With another arch of her body, she pushed herself on your tongue the deepest and made you prod her most sensitive spot. A loud moan echoed in the room as the knot in her stomach snapped, a gushing sweet release flowing upon your mouth. Chameleon heaved and rutted her hips one last time, slowly coming down from her release while you drank it all up. She smiled gazing at you, gently caressing your hair watching you clean her. However, what you did next is something she didn’t anticipate.

A surprised grunt left her mouth as you suddenly turned over while holding her thighs, making her lie on her back as you came on top of her. You held out her legs and crawled in between, pinning her down by keeping your hands on either side of her body. She looked at you with wide eyes for a moment, clearly very shocked by the change in position. But the shock was short-lived as she donned her signature smirk once again, her eyes glinting with mischief and she opened her arms to embrace you.

“Oh, I quite like it when you become assertive, Chief. But do you really think you can outplay me, my toy?~”

She was still in a teasing mood, ignoring to bring up the topic that was bugging you all this time. You frowned at her then discarded your clothes, taking off your pullover first followed by undoing your pants. Chameleon licked her lips as she watched your body come in view, eyeing you seductively once you sat in front in just your undergarments. You then slipped off her drenched panties, gazing at her throbbing folds that were still inviting you in.

“Can we talk first?” you stated while rubbing your palm across her core.

She shivered for a moment then wrapped her arms around your neck to pull you down into a passionate kiss. But you knew what she planned to do, she was going to avoid it again. You were prepared to not fall for her schemes again. Yet, Chameleon had new tricks up her sleeve every time. If she knew you were not going to fall for the same trick again, she would use another- and that’s exactly what she did now. Knowing she was trying to shut you up with the kiss, you began pushing a finger inside her; but just at that moment, she wrapped her legs around your waist and arms around your body then swiftly flipped over, pinning you down once again.

“Mmph— what the?!” you groaned feeling your body turn and her weight upon you.

She chuckled at your startled state, now sitting up on your lap and gazing down at you with the same mischievous look.

“Hmm, what do you want to talk about, Chief?~”

She feigned innocence, fluttering her lashes. Tossing and turning in bed like this was pointless and you couldn’t help but feel the spark die, not feeling aroused if she was going to keep deceiving you.

“....What’s the point of this, Chameleon?” you said with a sigh, “What do you truly want? You were quiet the whole time after the photoshoot and now keep mentioning my relations and experiences with other women.... I just want to know what is bothering you. You said you wanted to be honest and let down our guard, here I am completely bare for you yet you aren’t doing the same.”

Her smirk quickly faded into a frown, her gaze falling down and staring into nothingness. She remained silent once again, unsure of what to say. You sat up in your place and slowly cupped her face, gently brushing her hair behind her ear and trying to look into her eyes.

“It’s late at night, treat this as our usual night talk. You tell me everything truthfully in those, can you do the same right now?”

She remained motionless then simply gave a nod in agreement, a smile drawing upon your lips seeing you were getting somewhere now.

“Was there something lacking in the date plan?”

“....No.”

“Then, did you not like something? Or were you expecting something different?”

“No....”

“Then.... was I not a good company? I know I’m plain and boring bu-“

“No, it’s nothing like that. None of that, Chief....”

You were drawing to a blank wall once again, feeling just as confused as before.

“It’s just.... I felt envious at first.”

“Envious? Of what? Or whom?”

She pursed her lips in annoyance, trying her best to suppress the deep emotions surging in her.

“Everyone.... everything....” she mumbled, drawing out her hands to seize your collar, “....I saw you with Ms Franc and Ms Bleu in the morning, exchanging chocolates and affection. A familiar feeling rose in me, some kind of wrath.... but I suppressed it as I have been taught and returned to my room plagued with those emotions until you came to wish me.”

Your eyes widened at her words, having no idea something like this happened.

“I.... I’m sorry, I didn’t....” you weren’t sure how to respond.

Chameleon loosened the grip in your collar with a chuckle, “You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Chief. I’m well aware of your relations with everyone. I didn’t plan to ask for this date from the start, and I was rather surprised that you agreed. But today was nothing short of perfect, I felt fulfilled till the last moment.”

“Then, what happened after the photoshoot? You have been acting strange since then.”

She contemplated her words for a moment, looking away into empty space.

“Tell me, Chief, I have been changing, haven’t I? You have noticed, right? The treatment you prescribed, I have been so obedient with it- I’m learning to control my manic behaviours, am I not? I have even stopped toying with you like before, have I not, Chief?!” she suddenly rambled on, her fingers gripping your collar tightly once again.

“Yes, you have! You have made remarkable recovery, Chameleon! You—“

“Then why....! Why am I now plagued with these new thoughts and emotions?! Like about marriage, which is something I never thought about since that day!? Even when I received proposals from clients, I declined without a second thought by stating professional reasons. I.... I have never given it any thought despite being aware I’m of the perfect age....! I know I cannot have it! I’m a criminal, I have done terrible things! But I’m picturing these things I didn’t even know I could.... and you are the one beside me in all of them! Yet, I know I cannot have it, I know it’s impossible with you....”

You were speechless now, truly having no words to say. You knew why she thought it was impossible with you, even if you didn’t agree with her other reasoning. It wasn’t just with her; it was impossible for you with every Sinner you had such relations with. In the back of your mind, you have hoped that once they get released, they’ll forget about you and live their lives freely. Though, you could understand why that’d be difficult for some.

“I....” you trailed off and became silent again, it was difficult to offer any comfort here when the harsh truth was undeniable.

Utter silence engulfed you both, you could feel Chameleon’s hands trembling as she continued gripping your collar and looked up to see a troubled expression on her face. Not only that, her shackles felt unstable at this moment, indicating her chaotic state of mind. At that moment, you decided to firm yourself and help your Sinner. Not only was it your job and duty, you simply couldn’t bare to see her this way. You slowly extended your hand towards her face and cupped it, making her look you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for making you feel this way, Chameleon. What you have said is true but I want you to know there is nothing wrong with you. You have made great improvement in these 2 years, you really have. Have you noticed you haven’t called yourself a psychopath who thrives on schadenfreude in a while? I can’t even remember the last time you said that, in fact. And feeling this way and having those thoughts isn’t wrong either, you are a human being in the end who suffered a lot and lost her innocence early on.... I’m glad to hear you can have such imagination now, because it tells me you truly have gotten better and I’m proud of you for that.”

A smile slowly drew on her lips hearing you, her fingers releasing your collar and instead wrapping around your neck to lean in and place your foreheads together.

“What I’m going to say will sound harsh but I don’t want to deceive you. You already know the truth about us, about me.... When the day comes that you are fully recovered and can be released, I hope you can live your life normally and find your soulmate. I will always be here to support you, even if just as a friend. I know you will do well and be happy, you are an amazing woman and whoever you choose will be very lucky to have you. Until that day comes, I— mph?!~”

Your words were blocked as she suddenly pressed her lips to yours, essentially shutting you up with a quick kiss.

“Don’t say anything more, Chief.... I know what you mean, but I don’t want to hear it right now. I don’t want to think about that right now; because at this moment, I want you, Chief. Only you. I don’t care what the future holds, but I know what I want right now.”

She applied some force on your shoulders and wasted no time to pin you down once again, immediately placing her lips on yours in a passionate kiss. She then moved to kiss all over your face then down to plant kisses on your jaw and neck, biting down on some spots and leaving marks. Her hands looped around her body to unhook her bra and throw it away, pressing her ample breasts on your body while being busy marking your skin. You slowly wrapped your arms to embrace her then swiftly turned over to place her on the bed, coming on top like before.

She giggled at your action, pulling your head down to kiss you deeply. There were more things you wanted to say, but you figured it was best to drop the conversation. After all, it was still her birthday and you had to give her her final gift. You could tell she was feeling better now, her shackles had calmed down and her demeanour had changed. Chameleon wrapped her legs around your waist and you could feel her grind against you, rubbing her folds against your abdomen. It was rare of her to become desperate this way, and she’d often be the one to make you desperate instead.

“Haah... Chief.... give me more, would you? You have yet to impress me in one last thing~”

You smiled in response and moved your hand down to caress her folds, rubbing your fingers up and down and in circular motions to arouse her. She shivered with a pleasant sigh, her hips rutting up to seek more friction.

“Do it with me, Chief.... I want us to do it together.”

Her request caught you off-guard since you were planning to pleasure her only. You nodded with a blush and took off your underwear then crossed your legs with hers, assuming a scissor formation having her right leg under your left and left on top by holding it close to your chest. She patiently waited as you prepared yourself, though she was growing impatient and ready to flip you over to do it herself. You licked your fingers and rubbed them across your own folds to lubricate them then steadily came forward to press your cores together.

“Aaahn.... C-Chief~” she moaned at the contact, your folds gliding over each other’s delightfully.

Your clit slowly bumped with hers as you moved, starting to gain friction and set a rhythmic pace. Squelching sounds soon echoed in the room, your juices mixing together as you grinded faster. Chameleon’s body rocked beneath you, her ample breasts jiggling with your rutting, silky hair splayed out and her face slowly drowning in pleasure- the sight was simply magnificent, arousing you more and making you move harder.

“Aah... aah.... Yes, Chief... more.... you know where I like it most.... haah.... j-just there~”

Her body arched as she attempted to move her hips with yours, looping her left leg around to steady herself and grind together. Delicate moans and sighs exchanged between you both, your eyes fixated on each other, sweat dripping down your bodies and slick coating your folds. She then extended her arms and pulled you down to hold you, making you push deeper onto her as you moaned together at the delicious friction. She tightly clenched your back as you kept rubbing, nails clawing down your skin, angelic moans resounding in your ear.

“Oh, Chief.... j-just like that.... oh yes.... aaah....!~”

You buried your face in her neck and rubbed as fast and hard as you could, pumping your hips back n forth at a set pace. Just when you felt you had it under control, she once again surprised you by turning and flipping your positions. A devious smirk crawled up her face once she was on top and had the reins, you knew what this meant and tried to prepare yourself. Skin rubbed on skin, your clits rubbing and putting pressure on the bundle of nerves while you gasped from her fast pace. You knew Chameleon was craving for this, yet her way of doing it was wildly different and always got you breathless.

However, you didn’t want to make her do all the work when it was supposed to be her birthday gift. You sat up with a grunt and pushed from your side, grinding over her and making her smirk as she took it as a challenge. She gestured you to come closer and you did by sitting up more. Her next action surprised you— in a pleasant way— as she twisted her body to turn over and be on her hands and knees. Her front leaned down to rest on the bed with her hips connected to yours and she continued rubbing the same way, somehow still controlling the pace and pressure perfectly.

You bit your lip gazing at her body- the way her back arched and hips rippled every time she thrusted into you. Your hands soon grabbed the mounds of flesh, squeezing her plentiful butt and pulling her into you. She gasped in surprise feeling you take control of her body with the way you moved her in accordance to your own motions. Both of you soon approached your release, mindlessly grinding each other to chase the sweet relief.

“I-I’m close, Chief.... yes.... just a little more.... right there.... aaah.... will you do it with me....?~”

“Mmh... y-yeah... I’m close too.... fuck...!~”

She chuckled at your foul language, finding it adorable whenever you’d break your composure. She then turned over once again to face you and sat up to come closer, completely pressing her body to yours with her arms and legs wrapping around you. You couldn’t comprehend anything now, just focusing on grinding into her as you held her close and soon connected your lips too. You moaned into the kiss together, finally approaching your release as she fastened her rubbing then ceased altogether.

An explosive release overtook you, her head falling on your shoulder and hands clenching you tightly while you embraced her and thrusted your hips up to feel the last bit of friction. Your essence mixed together, drenching your folds and even dripping down on the mattress. You fell back on the bed while holding her, panting together as you came down from your high. She held you tight and lightly kissed your chest then laid her head on your shoulder, simply holding you peacefully. Of course, this wasn’t enough for Chameleon, and you were soon back into it to satisfy her until she wanted.

It was later at night when you were lying side by side under the blanket, your naked bodies pressed closely as she rested her head on your arm and snuggled into your shoulder with one arm draped over your torso. She smiled recalling all the memories you shared today, an overwhelming amount of happiness bubbling inside her. Yet, her recollection was spoiled when she recalled the words you spoke about letting her ago once she’d be cured.

Did you really want that? She knew she didn’t want it, but she couldn’t figure out your true thoughts.

It was rare for her to not know the true feelings of someone, but she had promised to not use her abilities this way and she wasn’t going to break her streak now. In some ways, the mystery was exciting and also gave her a sense of relief, but in other ways it also tormented her and made her uncertain. However, she decided to discard all these thoughts and focus on the happy moments of today. She sat up slightly and cupped your face, gazing into your eyes with a smile.

“....Thank you for today, Chief. I will always remember this perfect birthday~”

She pecked your lips then laid back down and snuggled into you, holding you close to herself and drifting to sleep. You were surprised hearing her gratitude, but you were glad she enjoyed and you could give her a memorable birthday.

#path to nowhere #ptn x reader #path to nowhere x reader #path to nowhere smut #ptn chameleon #ptn chameleon x reader #chameleon x reader #chameleon #ptn #ptn smut #happy birthday chameleon #very late but pls accept it

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drive you mad (part 1) | sam carpenter 🔞

(Mob Boss!Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

You’re reunited with your old friend, Samantha Loomis, and she couldn't be any more of a puzzle to you. It doesn't take long to become entangled with her once again – replacing the previously wholesome hangouts; this time you find yourself being in her sheets way more often.

WARNING: dom!mob boss! sam, sub!reader, public sex, voyeurism, mirror sex, praise, degradation, fingering, poor communication, mentions of violence, hints of stalking, sam referring to you in spanish endearments (bc why not), not proofread +18 / men & minors dni. Words: 10k+

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You liked the universe and its ways of diverting you into paths you never thought to cross paths once again.

Weeks ago, attending another lousy gala was against your whole will. It didn’t seem necessary to you, finding no difference whether your presence was something that would be amiss to the buffoons dressed in suits of your multimillion dollar company. Sure, you completely detested the idea, yet you gave it a chance, as your good colleague turned into a friend – was nagging you for days before the event. She insisted it was an opportunity (a scenario eerily familiar to your college days as if it was a mere frat party) you thought that might as well maximize these so-called connections, right? So, you caved in and went dressed to kill, anyway.

Funnily enough, the said colleague was nowhere to be seen even if she was the sole reason of your presence here tonight. She claims that she had the flu and so you were forced to take in the hors-d’œuvre by yourself.

Here you were, in a fitted beige-colored pantsuit. You didn’t know whether it was your fake it ‘till you make it mantra during work, but you managed to survive (so far). Sipping in your flute of champagne and socializing with people. Your feet were starting to ache and so were your cheeks due to the endless polite smiling you have done for the night. It was draining, so to say.

Just as you were on your way to the bathroom to do some touch up, a recognizable voice made its way to you.

“Please do tell me that you went here without a date, (y/n/n).” a sultry voice uttered directly on your ears and you turned to them too fast, almost getting a whiplash.

You haven’t heard of that for a while. It was a nickname that your closest friends and family called you by.

Lo and behold – it was Samantha Loomis.

Your eyes fluttered as she left you flabbergasted for multiple reasons. Sam had you putting your hand on your chest, beating madly as if you’ve seen a ghost.

“Shit. Sam, you scared me, Jesus. Can’t you say hello like a normal person?”

She bodied the suit better than every man in the room. Sam stood with hands in her pocket, an aura that can easily rival anyone else’s confidence in the room, her jet black hair was fixed in a neat ponytail. She was donned in a well put navy blue suit – truly tailored to her perfect figure, emphasizing her good attributes. Damn this woman. Sam was still taller than you and insanely oozing with attractiveness.

Another thing? This woman was the one you were silently pining over during your teenage years. You were also heartbroken when she left town abruptly, leaving no trace behind.

“Finished checking me out?” she says, cocky. “Not one hi for me? you’re still easily frightened, (y/n/n).” a smile ghosts on her face as if Sam knew a secret. “So, how are you? If you’ve got a mystery date for tonight, I’d say they are doing a bad job of keeping you entertained.”

“Hi. Happy now?” You immediately blush at her blatant flood of compliments. “And I’m fine. Really, I’m just here to enjoy the drinks and all, maybe a bit of expanding in the work field too. So, it’s definitely just me – a last minute decision.”

Sam nods, eyes trailing on you.

“I’m more than happy to hear that. ‘Cause that also means I can do this–?” she reached for your hand and pressed her lips at the back of it, making you flustered more than ever.

You weren’t used to Sam being this direct. She was affectionate, but not to this extent. She was more laid-back as you recall, not as forward and not this flirty. Women had always been your achilles’ heel but to experience this with Sam in the present time – it was a no-brainer that your old feelings were being tested.

“You always do this to the women you encounter?” you raise an eyebrow.

“Just you, (y/n/n).”

The way she kept saying your nickname felt too intimate as it was the one you were previously called back in one of the towns you used to stay in. One that Sam was a part of until she moved again – a common occurrence in her life that she mentioned in passing – albeit you were somewhat expecting it, you didn’t actually think it would hurt that much still.

You were by each other’s side all night. She blossomed into a refined and sophisticated woman, answering questions from other gentlemen and business people in the room with unshakable confidence. It was apparent too, with how they looked at her with respect. Sam even introduced you to others too, by your respective job and all, definitely buttering up your good qualities too that you haven’t even realized that this was benefiting you in your long forgotten plans of exposure.

“I don’t think I should be with you Sam,” you whisper close to Sam who had her eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Whatever your business is, it’s definitely beyond what I do. Wouldn’t it be sketchy? Or like using you? Because that’s not–”

“Now slow down, honey. It’s no problem with me. Honestly, I was just thrilled to have you by my side tonight and you deserve the good word and all. It’s still me, (y/n/n).” she assured you as she held you softly by your shoulder.

Exhaling the distress away, your stomach soon fluttered at Sam’s intentions.

“I’m having fun too, just so you know.” You truthfully admit, stopping a stupid smile to spread on your face. Sam gleamed at your words, evidently content as you are.

Soon you were catching up a little with life. Sam asked you how long you have been away from your hometown and what brought you to a new one. You sheepishly say that a new start was long overdue for you and interestingly, Sam returns the same sentiment, albeit there was longing in her tone but it disappeared quickly as it went. Before you could attempt to pry for more, a new set of people were catching up to the two of you, making you sigh.

Sam murmured to you after the man had left. “That man is definitely a no. He’s got a good history of attempting to shag his secretaries. Bound to be kicked from their board soon. I assumed a terrible workload and possibly environment, too.”

“Noted. Crossing that one out immediately.” You snorted at her unfiltered yet helpful tip. “He was rather creepy with how he was staring.. It’s like his first time seeing a pair of boobs during Victorian times.” you quip and laughter filled your chest.

“Did he now?” Sam squinted her eyes. “Well… you’re absolutely a sight for sore eyes, alright.” You see her eyes now surely over the valley of your chest.

Was she really checking you out?

Another new information for you is that Sam had apparently grown playful. You were astounded to receive her gaze, you elbowed her side. “I’m just saying! But him? oh he’s not worth your time, is all.” Sam reasoned, petulant.

“And you’re no better.”

“Excuse me, I am. I was simply admiring you.” she quipped at you very quickly and sipped her drink.

“If you say so. And hey, what about her?” you subtly point at the tall, middle-aged woman you met earlier.

“Uh-uh, also a pass. Better CEO than him and the others, for sure, but you could do better. A bit of the same as the old man, just a woman version of him on a somewhat low profile.”

You look with much interest now. For two different reasons – one, because you didn’t expect that and two, how exactly of a big shot was Sam to know all of this insider information?

“Doesn’t sound bad to me.”

Not for me. Sam murmured as she sipped on her drink. You look at her quizzically, obviously not catching her words.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“I said, what about that one…” Sam subtly points out another person across from you.

She listed out the company’s stand point, what they were looking for, and you momentarily tuned out – savoring her voice that melted in your ear.

“How do you know all of this?” You blurt out.

Sam was sporting a distant tight-lipped smile. “I own a few businesses from here and there. Can’t spill them all to you in one night. I have to remain mysterious so I can be interesting for you, don’t I, honey?” she tilted her head.

For the hundredth time that night, your heart pounded and cheeks were crimson once again, all by Samantha Loomis.

This morning as you flipped through the channels, it reported the death of a wealthy CEO, stabbed in most inhumane ways and his eyes were reportedly gouged out.

Momentarily, you felt sick to your stomach until you realized that it was the same man who was a creep from the gala. You vividly recall Sam's words; with this man's business fluctuating badly and his poor work ethics, your thoughts gradually eased and snapped yourself out of it. He did see that one coming, you suppose.

You couldn’t be any more grateful that you’re far from that circle.

While you were terrified, it didn't stop you from going outside by yourself. Normally, this routine of yours is done during day time. However, resting got the best of your time this weekend and so with a resigned sigh, you came prepared with a pepper spray that you blatantly held as your free hand pushed the cart. Your stock of groceries wouldn't be done by itself, after all. Were you paranoid? (The answer is yes, rightfully so).

The mundane chore was going well.

Until you were on one aisle, on your tip-toes, barely reaching the chips that were now placed a tier higher than normal. It’s like a trick and you were being played, as coincidentally, it was the last one on the rack. You irrationally listed this as a bad sign - change wasn't to be welcomed for you in times of horror.

The lighting grew dark and it shadowed you. it triggered your fight or flight mode as this person towered you from behind, the scent strongly engulfed your senses and so did their body frame, making you gasp as their front was almost pressed against you.

They picked up the item for you and as you turned around, it was Sam.

She hasn’t preoccupied your mind for a while and you take in her presence as a fresh breath of air.

"Hey, pretty girl, I don't want you getting hurt." She joked and dropped the chips herself on your cart.

"Fancy seeing you here," you retort with equal amusement to the woman in front of you. You thought it was unfair that she always stunned you as you saw her casual get up.

Sam wore a bomber jacket and a navy baseball cap. She handheld her own cart and interestingly filled it with junk food, just like yours, and a couple of cleaning disinfectants.

"Do you usually shop this late?” Sam quips gently, hearing the concern in her tone.

You sheepishly smiled, "I know. But in my defense, work kept me late unfortunately. Or maybe it was me over napping..." admitting it out loud felt silly. "I don't have much of a choice. I ran out of stash in my pantry and while it's not really a good time.. wait, I don’t mean that with you, but what I meant is that, given the circumstances happening right now - it’s horrifying to be out and about."

Sam raised an eyebrow at your rambling. She found it endearing that you had to clarify each time how you liked her company.

"And what circumstances are we talking about?"

"You know, the whole killing thing," you hushed down low and kept walking with Sam who hummed right behind you. "Haven’t you heard it yet? It honestly had me worried. I don't want to be put in that position."

You both come across the isle of candies, you picked up a couple of them. Embarrassment soon crept in the more you confided your fear out in the open and how you revealed your unhealthy fix of snacks in the presence of Sam, the woman you're swooning about.

"I see. That explains your trusty pepper spray," Sam nodded along in understanding. "Say, do you mind if I accompany you? Sticking together could be better, after all." she lightly nudged your side with her arm and swiftly took over to push your cart by her own.

An easy smile crossed your features. You can't say no to spending more time with her.

"I'd like that very much."

The simple scare and business exchange was the start of your reconnection with Sam.

It seemed that Sam was sticking for good - or near you. At least, that’s what you thought so. Her place couldn’t be that far as you happened to come across her for a few times already.

A few days later she surprised you, sent a rather straightforward message and opened up how she misses you (you almost fainted on that message). Come the weekend, Sam called you to say that she’s sending a driver to pick you up around 6 PM. After you gave her your address, Sam notes to dress in nothing strict and formal as the gala, and you quote Sam who said in her own words: just bring your pretty self.

It was rather bossy and forward, if you were being honest. Though your senses dulled it out of bias, being Sam’s friend in the past she hasn’t done anything to put you in harm.

Another thing that brought you to a conundrum was how it sounded like a date but you didn’t want to be that hopeful – even with her endless flirting. You simply note it as another Sam evolution; a part of her confident self. The driver who picked you up was dressed in casual business attire, no older than late 20s, gave you a polite smile. He introduced himself as Martin and referred to Sam as Ms. Loomis and as you were in a phone call with her, she immediately confirmed to you that it was indeed your ride.

Relief washed over you, feeling secured enough with the whole get up. Especially with the case of brutal murder as of recently.

Arriving at the place, the door was opened for you and he mentions that he’ll be parked at the same place. The restaurant itself was one of the places you haven’t had a chance to visit yet, mostly because you didn’t feel zealous to spend a lot of money on a glorified casual meal. The ambience striked your interest immediately, the interior was cozy, and welcoming – especially for whatever they served, the aroma made your stomach rumble.

Looking around, it was opposed to what you expected – there was no single sight of business suits hovering in the place. They were stuffy people in casual attire, maybe.

“You made it.” Sam stood up from her seat and your eyes fluttered at her beauty once again. Her floral scent was hypnotizing and covered your senses as she went for a hug. “How was your ride?”

“It was nice. I like your car,” you timidly say as Sam pulled a chair for you.

“And I like your outfit. You look so beautiful, (y/n/n.)” Sam’s words were earnest and crimson quickly spread on your cheeks and rose up to your ears.

The stark contrast of her in formal attire with slick ponytail was apparent, yet equally so attractive. Sam stood in plain tight polo, baggy pants and some sneakers with her hair loose. She gave you a warm smile and her eyes also did a once over to your figure; you were dressed simply in a knitted zip top that hugged your torso, some trousers, and decent platform shoes.

“Says you. You’re absolutely charming, it’s unfair.”

“Don’t start that with me, honey. We’ll be here all night arguing about that.”

Sam grinned at how you affectionately rolled your eyes at her quip. As you settled in and looked at the menu, you noticed the familiarity. It was on par with your tastebuds. She definitely remembered your type of crowd. You hid a smile with this information.

However, your joy was temporarily cut off as you noticed the server giving Sam the heart eyes as she took note of the order, although the latter paid no mind, swiftly reiterating your orders with her polite smile, it didn’t stop you from getting irrationally bothered on the inside.

You should have seen this coming. Surely, other people were bound to find Sam attractive as much as you do.

“Have you ever been here?” Sam eagerly questioned, her doe-eyes all on you. “I was nervous to pick a decent place, to be honest. I didn’t want it to be stuffy and stiff, but not too casual – only because I wasn’t so sure with your taste now, so I relied on my (y/n) senses.”

You were quick to nod off, “No. I was interested but I never had the chance.” a slow appreciative smile spread on your lips. “Your senses were right - don’t worry, Sam. They definitely serve the type of food I like. I hope you didn’t compromise that much for me." While you liked the thoughtfulness, you wanted Sam to have a good time as well.

“Well, that’s great! It means you can enjoy it with me that way. Don’t worry, based on their menu it seems appetizing for me, too.” her eyes lit up assuring you, and it was an adorable sight. She showed you another side of her again, reminiscent of how you remember her relaxed state and wasn’t as constricted from the gala held days earlier. “I have to ask.. is this setup okay with you? In case you’re… seeing someone.”

You’re surprised at her interest at your love life. Her attention remained fixated on you and it made you blink couple of times.

“Definitely not seeing any woman right now. Nothing recently.” you hint your preference, in case Sam hasn’t picked up on it yet even before. You haven’t come out back then.

Sam smiled at your response. “That’s a relief. Means I won’t be breaking any faces any time soon.” your eyes widen at her words. “I’m kidding, (y/n/n). Or not.”

You nod along at Sam’s words with an unsure smile, not knowing what she exactly meant by that. You shrug it off as her odd humor.

“What about you, any lucky person yet?” you asked, it was your chance to know more about her too.

A playful smirk was written on Sam’s features.

“Funny thing is that it's the same case for me, I haven't gotten around it for uh, for some reason.” she ended sheepishly and shuffled a bit on her seat. “I could be eyeing on someone, who knows. But I have to be mysterious to you.” Sam’s voice dropped an octave lower. If you didn’t know any better, your delusions would think that she’s implying suggestively to you.

While her vague answer didn’t provide you what her type was, it was a relief for you to know that Sam is not off the market yet.

Both of your smiles barely wore off since then. Soon you were finally eating your go-to food and Sam with her chosen pasta. You debate whether you should finally ask Sam of her sudden disappearance, but you really didn’t want to spoil the mood either.

“Are you okay? Something wrong with your meal?” Sam leaned in to you and you quickly motioned no.

“No, no. It’s just– I want to know, why did you have to leave?” you can’t help it but the hurt dripped on your tone. “It was so sudden and I haven’t heard from you since then… and now, you’re here again.”

You felt silly because it was a long time ago. Seeing Sam in flesh again gave you a whiplash, you valued her presence as she was your confidant during your hard times. If it weren’t for the gala, maybe you’d be left wondering until now, you’ll never know.

Warmth covered your hands, surprised that Sam has taken them to intertwine with hers.

“I can’t say the full details yet. But.. I’m here to stay. Believe me, honey. What happened then - it has something to do with my father. You knew how unstable things were at home, right? And I was expected to… step up into things at a faster pace than I can ever imagine,”

You only had a slight idea – if Sam before wasn’t very talkative and open – it was a thing that definitely remained until now. Sometimes their house was rowdy, full of men that wore notable sparkly ostentatious accessories. You only knew that his father’s job was demanding and that he was uptight, didn't want Sam to be out late, she had to sneak to parties, and was harsh with his words - even in front of you. It reflected the fear that glinted in Sam’s eyes when you were caught at their house, at the same beat, Sam also seemed to respect him. It was odd and the similarity of her tone was not lost on you but you didn’t push further.

You also wondered how Sam's sister, Tara, is doing and most likely all grown up now.

“Is it enough for you right now?” Sam meekly asked you, hopeful glint in her eyes.

You mimic her playful smirk from earlier.

“Only if we get mint ice cream right after this and I’m paying.”

Sam let out a relieved sigh, leaning back to her seat and an easy going grin gracing her features once again.

“Alright, whatever your heart desires, (y/n/n).”

After a wholesome reunion (or date?) the two of you were on a weird loop. At least for you. She was bearing gifts that weren’t so little at all – packages were being sent to your house, always coming with a handwritten note that said ‘reminded me of you’ with a scribbled wink, sometimes a heart, and seeing Sam became a part of your routine. It was all you looked forward to every week – seeing Sam – that your friends even asked whether you were dating someone as you appeared more occupied than ever.

At this point, you have visited restaurants and stores you could only imagine. Sam mentioned that having to try delicacies with you was a terrific experience, she liked your honesty and fun quips of critique. Although it shifted to something you’d say – a bit odd. While she was warm and welcoming, she never stopped by at your house.

Although you weren’t going to lie, it made you curious. Disappointed, too. Was she embarrassed enough to avoid being seen dropping by in the eyes of the public, in an intimate way? Granted, there wasn’t anything intimate going on.

Other than that, it dawned to you how tactile Sam was with conversations. It was always knowing something new and familiar, never delving into something deeper.

For her sweet quips, you remain confused whether it was flirty and intentional, after all, you didn’t think that Sam was to take interest in you romantically speaking. So, it was a challenge for yourself to not get any less flustered. Especially when you’re crushing over her.

"Hey, pretty girl. Wanna eat out tonight?" Sam smoothly asks you from the other line and you snorted at her forwardness.

You peer over your window at the kitchen before shutting the blinds. You didn’t know whether it was still the lingering paranoia you felt over the gruesome murders and the irrational fear that you could be next.

What if they were watching you?

"Dunno Sam," you scratch your nape, debating your answer as you remembered the events happening outside. "Is it safe? A brutal death happened recently. And you know, honestly, Sam – it rattled me a little more than I thought it did."

"Is this about the CEO? Honey, I've told you that he was already in deep shit. his decisions have probably caused him to dig himself into a bigger mess unimaginable."

The lack of care in Sam’s tone surprised you a little. But your mind weighed in the facts; these were billionaires who fucked up, didn’t do anything good for the others, and put themselves in the wrong crowd. You give Sam credit for that similar thought as you assume.

"Okay, but still…"

You hear Sam cooing in sympathy. "If it helps, I have my men around. We’ll be safe. You’ll be safe with me, don't worry." she promises with conviction enough for you to believe her.

You hummed as you rethink your answer. You wanted to hang out with the woman you've been crushing over (again) and having an idea of how her bodyguard's in question are built, you feel yourself leaning more to saying yes.

"I guess that helps yeah- you just had to be so damn convincing, didn't you?" Even if this was a call, you can already see the stupid grin that Sam has now. "Alright, I'm sold with that. I'll see you later, Loomis." you playfully sing-songed to which Sam giggled as you dropped the call.

“Let’s try something new today.” Sam said in her low voice and to your surprise she held the car door open for you in the passenger seat and you weren’t in the backseat this time.

“Don’t we always?” you refer to your eating escapades with her.

To your shock, Sam went to the driver’s seat.

She was the one driving for today?

“Nuh-uh. We’re going to my house.”

“What?”

You turn your head fast to face Sam with your expectant eyes; filled with surprise and excitement. After all, your brain was racking itself with much curiosity of what is going on with your friend slash crush’s personal life. When Sam caught the glee in your expression, her own eyes crinkled at the corners and muttered something about how adorable you are.

As you parked outside, you noticed familiar vehicles that tailed the one you and Sam were in. You only saw a few of them before, the men only looked at you out of politeness – as if their eyes weren’t around to linger – and they were more pliant with Sam. It instilled an idea that your friend was this much of a respected person.

“Don’t worry, they’re with us.” Sam informs you and you were shy of how evident you were glancing at the side and at the back.

You took tentative steps inside her home, surprisingly it was bursting with colors. It was apparent that Sam liked the idea of experimenting when it comes to style, as her interior and decorations felt straight out of magazine.

In her living space, she offered for you to sit first. She looked messy this time – not as neat after work, her hair down again instead of the usual ponytail, which seemed unnatural for someone so polished for her professional state.

“This was all of a sudden, sorry. I can’t… I’m a shit host for tonight. I’m honestly not feeling well today. I can get someone to fetch our food, whatever you like, it’s on me mi quierida.”

“You could’ve postponed this thing that we have. I mean, I don’t mind.” Okay maybe that was a complete lie – but you didn’t want Sam to feel forced.

Sam tilted her head. “And risk depriving myself of not seeing you? I do mind that. More than you can imagine. I guess you could say that I selfishly wanted you all by myself tonight, regardless.”

You feel somersaults in your stomach – making you squirm at your seat. Before you can process her words further, your attention panned to Sam’s hands and grew alarmed as you saw a faint view of her knuckles were red, you figure it'll be bruising the next day. She tried to hide it a lot as soon as decent lighting was present. Sam discarded her silver watch and then removed the champagne from the bucket near her to submerged her closed fist as it contained ice. It clinked against the metal, and as seeing her face, her chestnut eyes kept fleeting over you – observing.

"What exactly were you doing anyway?" Amusement was in your tone, although concern crept in quickly. You didn't want Sam to be hurt in some fight club. Or any way, for that matter.

Sam beckons you, "Come here." she softly uttered. as you did, her free hand rested on your lower back. "I ran into a small inconvenience. I guess you can say that I handled it well."

You snorted at her poor joke. A boyish smile spread on her pretty face.

"If you're joking with that shitty pun… I'll take your word for it, Loomis." You slid an arm around her neck, patting her shoulder affectionately.

It was truly a gesture meant to be playful but it appeared that it became a cause to shift things between you two. The proximity made you hyper aware with your heartbeat pounding loudly by the minute. You can’t even look Sam in the eye, remaining frozen.

"Uh-huh. You should trust me with it, mi quierida. You know I always mean well.”

Sam smirked, as though she knew something you didn't. She was difficult to decipher at most times but you shrug it off, noting it as a part of her charm. It was her thing thenand apparently, until now.

Case in point: her sneakily trailing her hand lower as they were, now resting on the slope of your ass. She grabbed you by its underside, feeling her fingers digging into the flesh. Knees growing weak at the contact, you barely stifle a gasp. It was surprising yet very welcomed and better than you imagined.

She rubbed her calloused hand back and forth on your back soothingly. "Stay... stay the night with me.'' Sam whispered as she nosed the crook of your neck, her breath against your skin spreading goosebumps.

It was an all-too familiar scene, however, Sam was bolder.

“Let me give you your present for tonight,” Sam husked out, her face moved to bite on your earlobe – her hands needy all over your body. “or… just say the word and I’ll stop,”

You were pulled in, moaning as you finally cracked through the tension. Both of you no longer teetering in friendly boundaries. It was hard not to – not when it was Sam you adored for a great chunk of your life and how her siren eyes were pierced onto yours. As Sam was nervous, you were simply stunned and returned the same feeling as you did.

"Okay,” you responded shakily yet you moved with an ounce of bravery, finally affirming your answer by grabbing Sam by the nape and lips crashing with much need, electrifying you.

Sam devoured you in her satin sheets until you were swollen, frazzled, and dripping.

The next day, you discover that another case of murder has happened in your town. This was an odd occurrence, as while death is inevitable, it was surprising to hear more of them happening in a short period. More so, it was unusual to hear of a brutal case in your normally nonchaotic town.

Fear began to creep into you as your colleague mentioned it was another CEO yet, this time it was the woman whom you've also met from the gala – being there, meeting these people and hearing them as nothing but reported deaths now felt like a bad omen. It created quite the buzz in your workplace, after all it was one of your company's competitors, too.

Shiver ran down your spine; you couldn't be next, right?

If you were to follow the pattern, it only suggests isolated killings of wealthy figures and you couldn't be any farther from that. You were another normal person who’s only trying to get by.

Then you remember Sam and the extra security she provides to you. All this time she had kept you safe and away from harm. You found solace over the thought, so you exhale and tried your best to let go of your worries.

In all honesty you were only expecting to pull connections that can land you higher positions that promised bits of grandiose escapades in between – all tied to your work during that gala – and you’re surprised that you landed in Sam instead, though in a much more compromising position that ignited your whole body for days. Sometimes you can’t even move due to soreness. More often, you burned and yearned for Sam’s touch.

It’s like the woman imprinted on you.

Sam finally brought you to her actual place which was a good breaking point. As soon as you saw past the soaring entrance and the modern architecture that greeted your wide eyes. So far, it appeared that she was indeed the only one based on your frequent stays – only men in between casual and formal attires, some being her bodyguards and maids as well were around the area.

You were surrounded by a lavish wardrobe that you can only dream of. You were amused that you share similar skin-care products as her when you first used her personal bathroom. It was a good coincidence, it made your stay-ins much more comfortable and efficient.

The spacious place felt intimidating to your bones as you walked around halls and doors after one another, although you’ve handled much more terrifying things that were specifically this she-devil.

It was a surprise to you how she can swoon you with her gentleness and barely any of that remains in the bedroom activities. She was absolutely rough and domineering.

She continues to take you to different places you’ve never been to before. Though, now they were private and more high-end properties. Today, Sam took you today to where you wouldn't normally get your sexy undergarments.

It was sultry and inviting to the ladies. The assisting ladies were polite, kept a minimal distance, and didn’t blatantly stare unless their attention was called to. You and Sam came by fairly early, hence the lack of people, you assume. You were fascinated with the quality of the garters and fabrics that felt different on your fingertips.

One of her men, Martin, stood by inside the store. Sam assured you that everything was fine, it’s only a precaution and more of a just-in-case business thing. She kissed you before you could ask anything else, effectively distracting you.

Finally having both of your picks, you were welcomed by another part of the area where the sconce's recessed light only added to the thrill that was covering the lavender hall of the boutique. It certainly made the atmosphere downright sinful and erotic. For a minute, you thought that maybe you can handle being Sam’s dirty secret. You felt so dizzy. Feverish. Needy.

Sam placed a final kiss to the side of your neck before she was gently ushering you to go, seeing the familiar look of hunger in her eyes as if she was controlling herself - it made you shiver with the same desire - then you went in to fit.

You nervously stood in front of the mirror, doing final touches on the laces. Sam insisted that she prefers seeing you fit the lingeries instead of her dropping them on your face out of nowhere – something you appreciated.

Slipping yourself into the intricate laces of the lingerie, you were unable to stop nitpicking on the blemishes and stretch marks that were on your skin and how apparent they were beyond this flimsy material that attempted to cover your intimate parts.

“Don’t forget to show them to me, alright?” Sam hollered from the other end.

You try to suck it up, being snapped out of your insecurities. “Wanna come in here?”

“No, come out here.”

In disbelief, you shook your head no even if Sam couldn’t see it. What did she mean by that?

“Are you crazy? There’s… there could be people out. Just come here,” you whisper-yell to Sam.

“There’s no one. We arrived early and just – trust me. It’s only me out here, seated, completely alone.”

You hesitantly move the curtain in the fitting room and step out. Indeed it was silent and no one was there just as Sam reassured. It helped that the room was actually just for the two of you. As you stood there, you felt so naked and raunchy, being were dressed in nothing but lingerie.

“What’s the verdict for this?”

Sam was manspreading on the emerald upholstered chair and you stood in between her legs, inquisitive.

“Oh, baby.”

“How is it…?” you fiddle with the laces, not meeting her eyes.

Sam looks at you with her mouth agape. She didn't say much but surprise was written on her face. You cannot help but overthink still, as your skin wasn’t flawless nor ridiculously skinny like any other models that Sam surely had been entwined with at one point… or even now.

“Hey, are you feeling okay, (y/n/n)?” Sam questions and taps on her thigh. “You aren’t comfortable with this one, are you?” she worriedly asks, her hands on your side, rubbing to soothe you. “Because you look so stunning to me, god,”

You refuse to meet Sam’s eyes, “I- I don’t think I look flattering at these. I’m no model, Sam. Surely you had better.” the distaste on your tone didn’t go unnoticed by the woman who frowned at your words.

Your insecurities began to gnaw in rapidly; what if Sam had other women on days you weren’t available? It made you sick to your stomach.

“What makes you think that? Oh, baby this is the best I’ve ever had.” Sam tugs you by your forearm and while you are teary eyed, she places a gentle kiss at the back of your hand. “I’m sorry if you felt forced to do this. You can take it off now if you want. If I’m being honest, I only thought of wanting to see you strip for me."

The explanation had put your mind at ease. It definitely gave you a sense of comfort that to some extent, you do matter to Sam.

“We could have thought of something else. I.. I’m just not feeling this, Sam, it doesn’t fit me. I’m sorry.”

Sam's heart sank at your words. You weren’t to blame at all. Soon, you felt her fingertips subtly tugging down your skimpy underwear to which you put your hand above hers, halting her movements.

"What – Sam, someone might see us," nervousness washes over your expression, you don't want to get caught in such a vulnerable state.

Sam only looked at you with her dilated eyes. "As if I'd let them see this. Trust me, we just have to be quick, princesa, because I can’t wait much longer.." her fingers smoothly went to hook her fingers under the garter of your underwear and moved to grab the base of the fabric. “Let me apologize to you in this way.” She gave it a pulling tug, your moan vibrating in the small space as it deliciously cupped your pussy lips. “You look so beautiful right now, (y/n/n).”

You barely stifle a moan from erupting out of your mouth and feel yourself drip with wetness.

“My pretty girl is getting turned on with a fucking wedgie? You’re just as turned on as I am, aren’t you?” Sam moistens her lips, “So pretty and all for me. You can’t be loud in here baby, I need you to stay quiet. Don’t want others to hear you moan.”

“Thought- there was no others,” you whimper at Sam who only smirked.

“But the assistants are outside. Can’t have them knowing you’re such a whore for me, hm? Now turn your back to me and look at your pretty reflection.”

Nodding your head profusely, you swallow the lump in your throat. It made Sam chuckle in delight, her eyes gleaming. She pulls up the fabric once again, you’re sure that a wet patch is now evidently staining it. She pokes it with the pad of her two fingers and brushes them back and forth, the friction bringing you pleasure.

She interrupts your reverie by halting her motions, unclasping the bra off you and the intricate straps – one your eyes lingered to – only you didn’t realize that Sam saw the dismay on your face, as though it didn’t fit you. It would be an understatement for Sam to say that she abhors seeing you treat yourself this way.

You observe her hooded eyes now full of desire as she looks up to you – it’s undeniable with how it matches her actions, feeling Sam’s thumb pressed then on your back muscle, letting go to run over her hands all over your torso. It’s soothing although given your position, you feel the want and her touch intoxicating you.

“Sam, please.” you begged, ass pushed to her direction with your posture bent over.

She merely laughs and smacks her hand hard on your ass. The sound echoes in the dressing room. You hissed at how it stings.

Sam had always found your curious look so endearing. You always looked so ready for her to take, attentive, always so curious and beautiful.

She moves her hands agonizingly slow and sensual to your hip bones – brushing her thumb against them – to the skin right under the curve of your ass. You shriek out loud with eyes rolling back to your head, temporarily forgetting that you’re in a public place as Sam notches it up by squeezing you tenderly.

Repeatedly.

“Look at the mirror, (y/n)” Sam sternly orders. You shudder with eyes wide, still not moving. “My little bunny is not dumb, aren’t you, my sweet thing? Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You gulped audibly and a string of moans were pulled out of you as Sam kneaded your supple breasts pleasingly. Being bare while Sam was fully clothed made you uneasy. Looking at the mirror didn’t feel right - seeing yourself become this needy and you meet Sam’s eyes in the reflection. What was her point in doing this? You don’t know either how it intimidates you yet a tinge of excitement is unmistakably laced underneath your impression. While you weren’t new to her roughness, this was particularly still felt exhilarating to you.

Lost in a haze of lust, the ambience changed within the store – it felt as though you were trapped in a heating chamber. It’s charged and so electrifying to be in a compromising position with Sam – while it was a secluded and high-end one that provided privacy, you hoped that no one barged in soon.

Sam left a kiss on your lower back and feeling her hot breath brush on your skin made you shiver run down your spine, snapping you out of your worries.

“I’m going to need you to sit between my legs, (y/n/n). And I’m gonna fuck you with my fingers until you understand in your pretty head that you’re beautiful, hm?” Sam’s words echoed titillatingly on your whole body, your breath hitched and bothered.

Soon as you sat hesitantly onto the couch between her legs, Sam gripped it and opened it wide for you as she saw you squirming and shakily closing your legs. You saw yourself in the reflection - how bare you were. And all you can think about is Sam and how you’re about to soil the velvety seat. She tuts at your shyness and manoeuvres her hand, wrist curling as she glides one finger over your soaked slit, gasping at how you were already so wet – teasing you.

You sharply inhaled, chasing more of Sam’s touch. “Told you that I’m gonna fuck you in front of this mirror, baby. So don’t hide yourself. I’d like to keep you like this, so gorgeous and ready for me.”

Sam did it for you – adjusted her own thighs to accommodate your legs, placed them on top of hers and spread them for you to see how exactly you were dripping. The wetness trickled down the expanse of your inner thighs out of your folds. Sam had a wolfish grin, what you’d describe as predatory and hungry for you. Lolling your head back to Sam’s shoulder, you hear her grunt as she glides her fingers now directly to your folds, eventually entering inside of you.

The sloppy sounds of your wetness echoed in the room. It didn’t help that you felt Sam pressed the base of her palm against your pelvis as her curled fingers rammed madly inside of you. You were pouring out your arousal.

“Oh Sam, oh fuck– fuck, fuck!” heat rose on your belly, coming in waves. Sam responded by pressing kisses on your now sweaty face.

“Mm yeah? More?”

“Yes, yes… Please, Sam!”

You were lost in the haze of lust, driving you dizzy, as your pussy kept pounding with Sam’s rapid thrusts. A slew of guttural moans were out of your mouth – not even minding how loud you are now. You feel how your own core clenched and sucked the entirety of Sam’s fingers, taking a peek in the mirror proved it enough – it was a terrible decision for you.

“Open your eyes, come on now, my good girl. Don’t want you to miss out on how beautiful my sight is.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip, you comply for Sam’s sake. She called you a good girl, after all. You kept bouncing on her slender and now thoroughly soaked fingers, your slick all over her pants and you saw how it trickled down to damp and darkened the very upholstered chair. Seeing yourself blushing and so fucking used, your pussy squeezed once again over Sam’s fingers and to both of your delight, her thumb pried and did circular motions to your clit.

The pleasure shot you straight in waves over your body and vibrated so deliciously.

You meet Sam’s thrusts and as you bounced, you also saw how intently focused she was on your reflection.

“God, look at these tits,” Sam roughly squeezed the flesh, making them aggressively jiggle. “I fucking love having you like this baby. Aren’t you my good girl?” she hotly whispered to your reddened ear, giving your earlobe a bite.

Her other hand that supported you by the waist, crawled up to grab the very breasts that she verbally appreciated.

“Come on, say it.” Sam gave it another squeeze – plenty that made you mewl – and tugged your perk nipple harshly. “and look at me as you do.”

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m.. I’m your good girl!”

“Mine only,” Sam growled and you felt her teeth sinking in the skin of your neck, biting and nipping. “Oh how I wanted you for so long, like this for me…”

You moan as you turn your head, not minding the awkward angle, not in this needy state of yours you did mind. Neither did Sam, who was visibly appeased with her pearly grin as you do – even more when you shifted your gaze to the mirror and this time, you actually stared at it.

“Such a pretty thing, aren’t you?”

Your hand slithered to Sam’s nape, who was almost as breathless as you. You tried to keep a firm grip on her as you feel more lost in the pleasure.

“Yes, Oh… oh! Sam!”

You nod instantaneously making the woman smile even wider. Soon, Sam’s fingers were sloppy wet and rapidly applying pleasure on her pad and focused on your very clit. You couldn’t do anything but elicit more expressive moans and squelching noises that bounced through the room as Sam fucked you dumb. The coil in your stomach finally untangled, leaving you breathless.

You meekly look at your figure in the reflection once again. Your cum trickled down continuously, leaking out of your pulsating hole. Sam panted lowly in your ear and inserted her hand again, making you grab her inner wrist as you felt the oversensitivity. She hushed you to calm down and she was gently pumping.

It was indeed a pretty sight.

The thick slick of your arousal and cum soon was on your lips, Sam prying it open. It wasn’t up for discussion – you didn’t hesitate either. You taste the bittersweetness coating your tongue and mixed with your saliva, eagerly sucking out of Sam’s fingers. She moaned at your enthusiasm, encouraged by this you sucked more of your remains out of it, your teeth grazing along and Sam pushed it deeper until you felt her slender fingers slightly poking at your throat.

Once she was satisfied, she handled you differently by flipping your position so now you straddled her leg and faced Sam instead of the mirror. Her lips quickly made its way to give you open mouthed kisses to your sternum, to your neck, finally your mouth.

“You did so well, mi amor. And you were so pretty.” You shyly nodded at Sam’s praise. “Remember that, hm? Regardless of dressing like this – lingerie or not – I’ll look and appreciate you the same way.”

“Mm-hmm,” you lazily nodded and met Sam’s gaze.

After Sam helped you dress your clothes. While being fucked the lights out earlier was heavenly, the walking out of the fitting room was not pleasant at all. Your legs feel like jelly, you can barely walk properly without Sam’s tight support on your waist (you refused her offer of carrying you not wanting to be further embarrassed) but it helped that there weren’t any side glances from the assistants.

Oh, heavens. You forgot that Martin was also waiting inside the boutique. Even if he remained mum, you couldn’t be any more humiliated today.

Sam pushed back her slightly tousled hair and you helped her smoothen the back of her clothing. As for her trousers, the damage has been done and it’s currently stained with your wetness. An odd sense of pride came at you because you did that.

Sam held the undergarments – even the one she destroyed and fucked you into and personally offered to place it inside of the provided bag and then handed her black card.

“We’ll take the seat too, the green one in the fitting room. I’ll send someone to pick it up today.” she uttered in what you recognize as her professional voice, the lady simply smiled, replying with Yes, Ms. Loomis, as she agreed with no hesitation.

You hid your face in the crook of Sam’s neck and your cheeks burned. Sam only giggled at your shy reaction. She wrapped an arm around you and brushed your hair gently as she leaned closer to you.

“Come back ‘ere.” Sam lazily mutters, voice still raspy. She was still in bed which was such a miraculous sight. Not only because her godly body was exposed but the fact that she stayed in. Her arms were reaching out to you, caressing your bare lower back and eyes barely open. “It’s so cold, you know.”

You gave her a wistful smile. “And you do know that I’m out of clothes here, right? I also happen to have a place of my own, Sam.”

“You can always–”

“–borrow yours, yeah. I know, Sam. But I have to go. My work stuff isn’t here either.”

She sits up fully. “Okay, baby.” Sam replied dejectedly. You shake your head at how she’s acting like a kicked puppy and barely the same as an insatiable sex god from last night. “How about I drive you home? This is an inarguable offer, by the way.”

Sam gave you a pointed look and you can’t help but think if she’s tricking you – seducing you, almost. She’s unashamed with her nakedness and the way she crossed her arms, further made her biceps prominent, the mysterious scar across them, and her supple breasts gave you a mouthwatering view. You chose to ignore how your stomach fluttered at her use of endearment. The more time you spend with Sam, the more they slip out.

“Don’t talk business to me, Sam. You’re so annoying.” You turn back fully facing her with an impish disbelief, grasping at the sheets to cover yourself.

Sam looked at you with childish glee on her face. “Excuse me, you were the one who brought up work. I’m simply reminding you of what you are absolutely missing while I’m on leave for today, mi princesa.”

“Fine, fine. It's not my fault that I’m a corporate slave.”

“That’s why being with me is a good idea.” Sam insists with a kiss on your jugular notch. “Come on, I was planning to make your favorite dish. Maybe you can do it with me, what do you think?”

“Very professional.” You sigh at Sam’s silliness unfolding in front of you. “You just know all the right words to say…”

She crawled her way to you, shutting you up by capturing your lips with soft ones. It was chaste and you felt her smile in between. Moments like this only tugged at your heartstrings. It deluded you that it was somehow coming home to your girlfriend, only to be shaken to the reality of you knowing it was an unlabeled limbo with an old friend. So you shift, initiating with much force this time, getting rough with how you were kissing Sam as though it was your last time.

“Am I still annoying if I do… this?” You feel Sam’s calloused fingers smoothly trailing on your inner thighs, making you shiver. You throw your head back as you reeled to her touch. The familiar wetness reemerged on your core once again.

Before she could do anything else, her phone rang. Sam immediately went for it and barely a trace of her sweet disposition remained as she excused herself.

You blinked at her reaction, paying not much mind to it. Instead, you let your body relax in the softest mattress you’ve ever laid on and quickly, you’re pulled by the thoughts of Sam again, missing her already as you sprawl onto the bed, smelling the distinct coconut shampoo and addicting lotion that she uses and how it clung to the space you laid in.

Half an hour had passed. Getting up, you look around where she could have been, only to find her out in one out of two living rooms, absorbed with the phone call she's in. It wasn’t your plan to eavesdrop but your heart sank soon as the words became much clearer to your ears.

"Yes, I'm dropping by the strip club tonight... of course."

Strip club… tonight? Her words came out in a hush, obviously Sam didn’t want to be heard or rather, caught. No wonder she has been insistent on you to stay this morning.

You simply weren't Sam's fix for this evening.

With cautious steps, you retreat back to Sam's bedroom and with the disgust that brewed in, bile rising in your throat, you start dressing up.

"I thought we agreed that you're staying?" Sam raised her hands in confusion.

"Work couldn't wait, sorry. It’s bugging me the more I ignore it.”

Sam’s face fell immediately at your sudden change of mind. Your heart twinged a little, almost believing that it was genuine.

"Alright. Let me drive you home, (y/n/n)."

Your smile twitched as you hummed in agreement. Suspicion and confrontation will rise if you didn’t, and given what you just found out, you truly didn’t feel up for it.

"I'm bummed that you won't be cooking with me, just so you know. I'll make it alone - don't worry, it will be filled with love and care, a perfect fix as you get your reports done." Sam enthusiastically clasped her hands to you and it only made harder for you to stop the tears that were threatening to pour.

The way Sam took you in her grasp, arms loosely clung around your neck and the mesmerizing gaze she held was doing the opposite reaction. You felt repelled, uneasiness continued to flow through your mind. You've just heard her in the same beat a few minutes ago planning to go to not only a mere club to drink for fun - but a strip joint? Her intentions became even more confusing to you.

Your resolve was crumbling and it was becoming apparent when Sam leaned in for a hopeful kiss and you dodged it, her puckered lips hit the corner of your mouth instead. If she was baffled and had finally picked up your sour mood, you didn't see it as you continued to avoid her gaze.

The car ride was silent. It didn't even occur to you that Sam actually drove you home, but instead of filling the space with laughter and bickering over your taste in music, the two of you were met with an odd silence. You peer at the window throughout the ride, the silent turmoil grew inside of you at the backseat as the car drove on your way home. Eyes fluttering rapidly, you feel the waterworks coming in. Of course this was only a matter of time before it was confirmed to you that you weren’t only the one being fucked by Sam.

You felt gross. The inkling worry that filled you previously turned out to be right. You just hated yourself for blindly trusting her and giving further meaning to her mistaken gentleness.

Honestly, you did plan that to be your last time to see Sam.

At least temporarily, you wanted to avoid her. You kept making excuses about how you had a lot of work to do. You knew it was unrealistic to actually avoid her forever, not when you literally were tangled with her on her sheets for a couple of months already. Unless you were to flee the country, of course. The idea is slightly tempting. You consider it, albeit impractical, it’s one of your last resort of choices.

You were used to her scent from her bedsheets to her clothes and to her sleepy self arguing that she is very much awake during your random movie nights, her voice – everything revolves around Sam now and you hated it.

It felt like you were a teenager again with a hopeless crush on the girl you’ve liked from afar for years.

Even as you pulled away from Sam, your brain was racking through heaps of what-if thoughts – were you ever enough? Why did she have to make you feel so special, leading you into this domestic bliss? She always made time. Besides the good, you witnessed her downs, the aggressiveness, how her indistinguishable job took a toll on her. All because she let you in. You wondered why she even thought of you as worthy as such, yet made you feel of being less than that, at the same time?

However, if there is a light to all of this domesticity you shared with Sam that gave you warmth, there were also a lot of questionable actions that she specifically kept on doing. She appeared hesitant with dropping you off to your house and insists that one of her drivers will do the honors instead – with the sex on the table, it made you feel disposable and cheap – or how sometimes hours after sex; you get a sleepy glimpse of Sam sneaking onto the balcony. The faint noises of her raised voice in her phone, doing god knows what – you were there, unaware if it was a conversation with another woman and maybe, just maybe, Samantha Loomis wasn't as heartfelt as you naively believed her to be.

As you expected she didn’t drop by at your house. Her little gifts and take outs from restaurants that you liked and visited with her continued to be sent every weekend. You didn’t know whether it was out of pity or a proper goodbye in her own terms, making your stomach churn uncomfortably at the thought.

Your friends weren’t any less worried even with your now constant appearances for hangouts and karaoke nights, they gently explained that your mind often fled elsewhere and your gloomy disposition was noticeable. It’s not that they were annoyed, your friends were concerned more than anything. So, you finally open up but not too much. You retell you were in this Friends with benefits recently and it ruined your sanity, for better or worse, all in vague descriptions. After all, you were sure that now Sam was more likely ashamed of being seen by you and wanted to keep her bachelorette status.

The chorus of oh sweetie in an understanding tone immediately came and when they hugged you, it worsened the longing you felt for Sam and how you have been entangled with her this whole time.

“It sucks how you can get roped into that so suddenly.” Jane, your friend, empathised. “does that count as a situationship – or whatever it is they call it nowadays?”

“Let’s call it friends with benefits for the sake of simplicity.” Margo, the colleague who ironically was one of the main reasons why you got into the gala and met Sam, nodded her head with no hesitation. “I don’t understand why it is that hard to communicate something simple as that. And getting her fix of pleasure in another place, too, Jesus Christ.”

“Feels a bit of a power trip to me. Based on what you’ve said, how she’s got a sexy mysterious vibe going on and while that sounds sexy in other ways, I can only imagine how it must’ve taken a toll on you, (y/n).” Jane adds with a forlorn expression on her face.

They were expressive with their opinions - you liked how your friends were very protective of you. They felt betrayed almost as much as you do soon as you mentioned that Sam was a friend of yours way back.

Although, you hated how there’s a lump in your throat and a part of you was ready to jump in Sam’s defense. Before you drown more in the thoughts of her, you decided to pour another shot.

“Fuck that. Let’s drink to this,” your words come out slurred and your friends only follow suit.

Sam didn’t stop spamming you with messages. It was expected considering that she’s the most insistent person you have met yet. Still, you shrug her off, saying that you work overtime these days and you don’t feel like being a booty call for a while – or ever for her. But Sam’s resolve proved to be unwavering as she updated you about her thoughts and invites of coming back home; her words, not yours.

“You know, if you’re up for it, you should totally meet this girl. Most blunt person I’ve met yet, so.” Margo indiscreetly implies that it shouldn’t be as troublesome as your previous limbo was. “She’s also really hot. And just down for either something casual or serious, depends how you talk about it.”

“Margo, you know I don’t think–” you shake your head. Besides being full of what-ifs and considering that you might have a good time, your thoughts keep bouncing back to a specific Latina in your mind.

Your mind swirls, not knowing why it feels like a betrayal deep down.

“Just give it a chance.” Margo interrupts, firm with her stand. “One date. It’s also been almost two weeks since you’ve been moping. You know we don’t mind that but- I just wanted to tell you that the dating pool is full of choices.

What’s the worst thing that can happen?”

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