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It was late at night, the rest of them had already headed to bed. The hideout was quiet, calmer than usual.

Water tickled your skin as your eyes were closed. nothing could ruin your night now, it was perfect.

All that played in your head was the hour before in the bar. It was a busy night and Bucciarati had decided it was appropriate for celebration. To help ease everybody after a stressful week…

You shared a couple of drinks with Mista, while the others mingled elsewhere. He felt the most like home. He knew you like nobody else did. He saw you in vulnerable situations that you couldn’t bear to show the others. You practiced things with him that wouldn’t be deemed as professional to the job, but no one needs to know.

But, the night was just right. Mista smelled sweeter than ever and it was flooding your head.

“What are you looking at?” He chuckled. His smile gleaming in the warm lighting.

“You, who else?” You leaned closer, putting a hand on his knee.

His lips were a nice mauve, a bit glossy from his drink. You could almost taste it.

“You okay? I think we’ve had a few,” Mista settled his drink and held your shoulders.

“So? Come on, ” You whispered, but it was still audible under all the loud music and crowds.

You leaned closer, glancing between his eyes and lips.

“Fine, but a quick one, ” He connected his lips with yours.

It was bittersweet, you could feel your face heat up. The heat rushing through your body as you parted your lips. You slowly closed your eyes, holding his nape as you tilted his head.

Mista couldn’t decline, he could never say no to you.

He moved his lips along with yours. The leftover taste of the liquor fading, all you could taste now was him. His skin was so soft, his baby hairs brushed against your fingers gently as you continued; just like he taught you. He moaned softly into the kiss.

You pulled away softly, giving his lips a small peck before finally pulling back.

You could feel the heat between your legs as you replayed it in your head.

It was peaceful for once at the hideout. No worry about being hunted down, nothing about the job.

You twisted the shower knob off, getting out of the shower to dry off. After patting yourself with a towel, you wrapped yourself with it.

You peeked out the door, making sure no one near. You flipped off the light and stepped out. Your footsteps leaving a faint water trail as you make it down the hall.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

That voice startled you, you quickly turned on your heels, looking up at him.

“Mista’s room, huh?” Abbacchio asked, towering over you.

You glared up at him, silent, not wanting to wake the others in an argument.

“What’s that look for? I should be the one who’s mad, you were busy throwing yourself at Mista.” He clenched his jaw as he looked down at you.

You could feel your face heating up from anger.

“Oh, so you were watching? Why don’t you go jerk off to ease your tension?” You sneered.

Abbacchio narrowed his eyes, but his lips didn’t twist like they usually do.

“That’s what I thought, ” You move to walk past him.

You felt your towel slip off from a quick snatch, causing you to gasp. You turned to him, covering you body with your arms.

“What the fuck, asshole!” You exclaimed.

He cupped your jaw, sliding his finger into your mouth to shut you up.

“And what if I do decide to jerk off, huh?” He muttered down your ear as he lead you into his room.

He dragged you with, not giving you a second thought or chance to even run.

You pushed his hand off, watching him close the door. His room was dim, with only bits of moonlight peeking past his curtains. The smell of cigarette ash hitting you instantly, as his room was covered in trays and makeshift trays for cigarette ash. But, his room was tidy other than that.

“Does it upset you that bad? That I decided to kiss someone else?” You grumbled, turning to his dresser to pull out pjs.

He made his way behind you, wrapping his arms around waist. He roughly kissed your neck, his hair tickling your bare shoulders. His touch was cold, causing you to shiver.

“Who said anything about that?” Abbacchio mumbled into your neck. He slid a hand down your stomach, moving it to tease your clit.

You jolt slightly as you found a t-shirt, slipping it on.

“I don’t care who you see or how many people you spread your legs with, ” He spoke between nibbling your skin. “I think you’re pathetic for sleeping with a slob like him.”

You took a deep inhale, feeling him stimulate your clit. His fingers were calloused and rough, but he was skilled. Abbacchio lowly chuckled into your ear, knowing the power he held over you.

“Don’t talk about Mista like that, ” You whispered, treating his name almost like a curse.

“You are so pathetic, ” He left behind a huge purple mark, dipping his fingers into you.

You gripped the wooden dresser, causing it to creak slightly as you squeezed his hand with your thighs. He kissed down to your shoulder that was slightly exposed from his loose t-shirt on you, biting down on your flesh. You winced and released his hand, allowing him to gain full access.

You were weak for him and he knew that.

“You shouldn’t be bringing him up, especially in a moment like this, ” You looked back at him but he held the top of your head, turning it back to face the wall in front of you.

You moaned softly as you felt his fingers curl into your plush walls. He bent you over slightly as you obediently moved to push back your hips into him.

“Why not? I can feel how wet you get when I bring him up or is it me?” Abbacchio lifted your shirt slightly, spreading his fingers as he leaned his head down a bit to get a good view of you from behind.

You let out a small mewl, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment.

“I know half of the shit you both do in your free time, ” He leaned in to your ear to speak again.

“Stop it, Leone.”

He gripped your ass in response, pushing his bulge against it as he continued to stretch you out with his fingers.

“Are you close? You sick, slut. I can feel you pulsating around my fingers, ” He pulled his fingers out, immediately sliding them into your mouth.

You sucked on them, cringing at the taste of yourself.

He pushed down his pajama pants and boxers, holding his base as he teased his tip against your folds. His pre cum mixing with your slick.

“Why even bother crawling into his arms at night, when you could be right here with me?” Abbacchio let out a low grunt as he slid into you. It was like a perfect fit, your body remembering him almost. “I meet your needs, not him.”

You moaned into his fingers, feeling his size move past your g-spot. His tip reaching your cervix at just the right angle. Your stomach turning from pleasure.

“You’re not denying me, tell me why you crawl into his bed anyways, ” He huskily spoke into your ear as he removed his fingers from your mouth, sliding them down around your throat.

His free hand rested on your waist, as he continued plowing into you with deep slow strokes.

“Because…” You swallowed through moans, heaving slightly. “I love…I love him.”

You could feel his sinister smile against your ear, the feeling of his teeth slightly grazing you, tickled.

“No, you don’t. Don’t lie to yourself, ” He reached up from your throat, harshly squeezing your cheeks from cupping your jaw.

He grunted as he repositioned himself over you, pausing for a bit. You arched your back as he towered over you. He moved his hips faster into you. You bit your lip as you felt him in your stomach at that point, your knees shaking.

“You come back to me, every time. And you let me dump my cum into you, ” He roughly patted your cheek, moving his hand down to hold your waist.

Your heart ached as he spoke, but he was right.

You placed your forehead onto his dresser as he continued, letting out breathy moans.

“And that’s all you’ll ever be around for, don’t delude yourself, ” Abbacchio let out with a moan, he quickly lifted the t-shirt above your head, shooting his load over your back.

He wiped it up with two fingers, sliding it into your mouth, causing you to choke slightly but you took it anyways. He breathed heavily as he slid his two fingers out, patting your cheek again.

You swallowed his cum, turning back to him, teary eyed.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, ” He glanced at you as he pulled back on his pants lazily.

He crawled into bed and looked up at you as he was sprawled out.

“You can join me or leave, ” Abbacchio pulled out a cigarette and lit it with no shame.

You bit back your tears, pulling out one his boxers to sleep in as you joined him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he blew smoke out.

“Save your tears for someone who cares, ” He slid his cigarette between your lips as he turned on the tv.

You smoked with him as the night went on. Your chest clenching at the thought of only Mista. You laid your chest on Abbacchio’s chest, the guilt eating you alive. You closed your eyes, imagining that it was Mista underneath you. The one to hold and comfort you. The low hum of the tv fizzed out as you slowly dozed off.

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The clock reads 5 pm, you're sweating and watching from the mat, leaned up against the mirror. Your eyes were locked onto the person you envied most. His stance was fierce, yet with purpose. He was never the one to aimlessly punch without thinking.

"Bill, you were so much help today. Thanks so much, " One of the other girls at the gym approached him.

It was thirty minutes after training ended, the gym was humid and everybody was packing up and leaving.

Finally, the sound of the punching bag being pounded and slammed into quieted down.

"Of course, anything for cuties like you, " Bill wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wristband and turned to her.

He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing her up and down. His eyes traced the curves of her chest.

"Are you coming in tomorrow?" She grinned.

"Yea, I'm always here, " He gleamed down at her.

She nodded with a chuckle, fist bumping him before exiting. The last member of the gym followed behind her.

The door shut behind them; silence following behind it, reminding you your only company left. The buzz from the fluorescent lights above only mocked you.

Bill squeezed his water bottle, catching sips. He threw it back onto the mat with a thud. Sweat dripping from his eyebrow, down to his white tank top.

"What are you staring at?" He looked over at you, holding onto the towel around his neck.

"You. You're such a pervert. You were practically drooling over one glance of cleavage, " You slid up from the mirror, your shirt riding up a bit.

"Jealous? Is that how you want me to look at you?" He held a smug look on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Anybody that didn't fawn over him could wipe that expression off his face.

"Maybe you should focus on training more than flirting, " Your feet peeled off the mat with each step; meeting the cold wood floor. 

"I can do both, they don't mind either, " Bill's eyes followed you as you walked to your locker.

"What are you even training them for? How to perform in your bed?" You twist the locker knob, pulling the door open.

"Like you need to know. I'm sure you need that, " He smirked and watched you.

"I can perform well without your help if that's what you need to know, " You took out electrolytes.

"Why are you even thinking about that? Did you wanna join them in my bed?" He snickered, he was closer than before but he was still on the mat.

"Of course, not. Anyone can guess your motives from the stretches you help them do." You turn to him.

"Like what stretches? Tell me? Because I'm really curious onto why you're assuming this shit about me," Bill narrowed his eyes and came closer as he spoke.

He closed you in into your locker, looking down at you. The heat from his body radiating onto yours. You could almost mix body sweat from how close he was. His jaw was clenched, almost chewing on his own tongue.

"It's not assumptions when it's true, " You leaned up and spoke into his face.

He smirked a bit and slowly leaned down into your ear.

"I'll show you the difference between assumptions and truths, since you wanna make shit up, " His voice was husky in your ear.

You shuddered but stood your ground. The smell of his sweat and cologne filled your nose, almost like poison. You could taste it in your mouth.

"Don't act smug, I know you've slept with a handful, Bill, " You whispered into his ear.

"If I wanted to, I would've ages ago, " He spoke into your ear once more, his breath hitting your ear after each word.

Bill leaned back away from you and took your electrolytes from your hand. He took a huge sip as he kept eye contact. A droplet hung from his lips as he pulled away from the bottle.

"Mind your business, " He licked his lips and handed you the bottle.

You could only glare at him as you watched him go off into the showers.

"Asshole, " You muttered once the door closed behind him.

You were stuck as the only other trainer with Bill, being left alone to the rest of the tasks before closing. You placed on your headphones and put on a song of choice.

You wiped down the windows, pulling down the blinds. It shut out the nice orange hue that filled the gym. You restocked items for guests and returning members. It was small tasks to keep the place nice and tidy. Boring but it was nice with the music on.

You took out another spray and kneeled down onto the blue mat. It sunk under you as you began wiping from one corner. You hear a faint door close again, but ignore it.

"You look good from up here."

You could hear that irritating voice but you focus on your task.

The mat sunk in under behind you. You could feel wet, cold droplets hit your calves. You look over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

Bill was drying his ears, his hair dripping wet from the shower. You watched a water droplet run down his chest, tracing his toned body.

"What the fuck? Go put on clothes, " Your eyes moved down to the towel around his waist.

"What's wrong? Am I getting your mat wet?" He smirked.

You could see his eyes moving down your body, narrowing your eyes.

"Seriously, asshole?"

"What, babe? Does my presence really bother you that much? Am I getting the mat soaked?" Bill leaned over, his hair dripping water onto your back slightly.

"Dude. Don't call me that. Seriously stop playing around and put on clothes." You got up, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the floor.

He looked down at you, his mischievous smile only growing.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He tilted his head.

"I'm serious, Bill."

He reached down to the start of the towel around his waist. You widened your eyes.

"Do something about it, " He chuckled.

You reached out and grabbed his wrists.

"Dude get off my mat and put on some clothes, " You try to push him towards the locker rooms, but he persists and pushes back.

"Come on, I know you're stronger than that, " He leaned down and spoke into your ear.

You grunt and shoved him back a bit. He pulled you along with him as you guys tussled.

"Enough, Bill, " You rolled your eyes as you guys were off the mat by now.

"I like it when you fight with me, " He yanked you into the showers with him.

You let out an exhale and continue trying to shove him. Bill turned you around, shoving himself against the door, not letting you out. The tile underneath you was cold and wet. You glared up at him and grit your teeth.

"Enough, Bill. I'm done."

"I'm not, I think you need a shower, " He leaned down and sniffed you, mocking you.

You groaned and he pushed you towards the direction of one. You tried to fight against it, but his towel was slipping. His v-line was slowly showing more, distracting you.

His soft lips pecked your neck as he moved to grab your wrists, pinning you against the cold, gross blue tile of a shower cubicle.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly.

"Give in to me, " Bill whispered into your ear and nibbled your ear lobe.

"What's your issue, huh? Don't you have other girls to do this to?" You lean away.

"They aren't fun like you, " He stood up straight, sliding his hands down to your waist.

You clenched your fists and twisted the water on. It sprayed on him, running down his hair and body.

"Admit it, you're jealous of them, " Bill leaned down again and whispered into your ear.

The water filled the void of your answers. It was cold, yet it didn't help with how heated up you felt inside. Your shirt was getting drenched, becoming see through. He glanced down and back up at you.

"Don't I frustrate you? Your blood boils when you see me everyday, doesn't it? Having to work twelve hours with me, stuck in this gross gym, " He kissed every few words into your neck.

"Who wouldn't be? I can't stand you, " You looked down at him.

"How do you think I feel?" Bill kissed up your ear.

You clenched his shoulders, your wet shirt weighing you down slightly.

"You think I wanna be stuck in this gym with you? I'd rather do anything else, " He held the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside.

You looked up at him, his eyes were already there to meet yours. His eyes were hungry, and by his grip on your waist you could tell he wanted more.

"Make up your mind, Bill. Stop being weird."

"Don't rush me, " He narrowed his eyes.

Bill slid his hands back up and pulled the straps off your shoulders. He slipped your bra down, exposing your bare chest.

You reached up, covering yourself with your arms.

"I'll make your assumptions true if you let me, " He held your wrist gently, leaning down to you. He prompt himself up with one of his wrists above your head against the wall.

"So you admit it. You'll fuck anyone you see."

Bill tilted his head and pretended to look away with his eyes to think.

"Maybe I do. What's so wrong with that?" He pushed your wrists down gently.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. He slid a hand down to your boob, gently fondling it as he rolled your nipple between his pointer and middle finger.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, falling for his temptations.

"Make this quick, " You muttered into the kiss.

"What's the rush for?" Bill spun you around by your waist.

He kissed behind your ear and down the side of your neck, pressing his hard on against your ass.

Your hands and chest pressed up against the tile. The water continuously soaking the both of you as he continued kissing your neck, moving his hands to the start of your shorts.

"The gym needs to be closed on time, " You tilt your neck to give him more access.

"Strict, aren't you? Why do that when you can be with me?" He grinned against your skin as he nipped at it, leaving small red marks.

"Stop talking, " You closed your eyes in content, letting out small moans.

Bill pushed down your shorts as he pulled off his towel. You pushed off the wall a bit to position yourself for him. He slid his fingers down your slit, spreading your juices over your folds and clit. You shuddered to his warm touch, his fingers calloused probably from all of that training.

He dipped one of his fingers into you, gently pumping it in and out.

"Is this okay?" He whispered against your ear.

You nod in response, feeling him dip another finger inside of you. He curled his fingers, chuckling softly.

"What's so funny?" You let out, looking down at the ground to distract yourself from embarrassment.

"I think it's sweet that you're taking me so well. I thought you hated me, babe, " He sucked on your neck and nipped, leaving behind darker marks.

"I do," You mewled, feeling his other hand meet your boob again. His wet fingers slid up to your clit, circling it softly.

"Yea? Doesn't sound like it, " He removed his fingers from your pussy, keeping the other on your boob.

You let out a small whine from the lost of warmth.

Bill positioned his size, teasing your entrance before slowly entering. You let out a small gasp, angling yourself to help. He reached up to your jaw after fully entering you, turning your face to his.

He stared into your eyes like it meant more, leaning down to kiss your lips. You closed your eyes as he bent over you slightly, moving his hips slowly. Your stomach turned from pleasure as you moaned softly into your lips.

He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck, gently grasping it. You held onto the wall to keep balance as you bit his lip.

He grunted, the taste of blood melting into the kiss.

He slapped your side, growling slightly before kissing you harsher. You breathed heavily, moving your lips along with him.

Your legs shake slightly, feeling the pleasure in your stomach. He moved his hand from your boob down to your waist as he moved his hips quicker. You moved a hand from the wall, clasping your fingers into his. The water washed off your sweat as he continued, the fresh smell of his products flooding your nose.

Your feet slightly slip from the wet surface. He held you tightly as he moved his lips into yours. You parted your lips, gasping slightly from the pleasure. He held your throat, sliding his tongue in as you let out small squeals into the kiss.

"Where's that attitude from before?" He pulled away from the kiss after a bit.

"Be quiet and finish up, " You threw your head back, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Bill reached over your hip and rubbed your clit as he moved slower. He pounded into you, causing you to roll your eyes back, clenching his hand on your waist harshly.

He panted into your head, kissing your nape.

"You're so frustrating, " He moaned huskily.

"I wish we never met, " You squirmed, letting out a high pitched noise, trying to hold back.

He bit your shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood, earning a wince from you. He chuckled behind you as he moved his hips faster, letting out low moans.

"Don't say things you don't mean, fuck. I'm close, " He bucked his hips.

You squealed, clenching your eyes as your thighs shook. You let out a content sigh as he pulled out quickly, releasing onto your back. You pant softly, holding onto the shower rail, not once looking at him.

Bill glanced at you from behind, admiring his work and your curves. He was quiet for a bit but he reached out, holding your hips. He licked the bite mark he left on your shoulder, gently.

"What, Bill?"

"What's with that tone?" He hummed, kissing the bite mark.

You don't respond, feeling the water run down your back. He held you against his chest. He massaged your sides, placing his chin on your head.

You placed your hands on his wrist, conflicted.

"So, now what? Are you still gonna go around and sleep with those girls?" You mumble the last part.

"What did you say to me?" He held your jaw and turned your face to him.

"Are you gonna go sleep with those girls?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I can't believe you think that lowly of me, " He sucked his teeth and looked down at you as he pressed his thumb into your cheek.

"Tell me, Bill."

"What's there to tell you?" He slid a finger into your lips, forcing you to suck it.

He watched with no emotion on his face, you couldn't read how he felt.

"Believe what you want, " He whispered into your ear.

He pulled away, turning away to grab a towel to dry off.

"Just answer me, Bill, " You clenched your fists, turning away from the wall to look at him.

He pulled a shirt over his head, it clung to his body from the dampness.

"You can continue to be curious or just let me fuck you every now and then. How does that sound?" Bill pulled on his sweatpants.

"Are you kidding me?" You crossed your arms.

"Why would I be?" He grabbed his bag.

"Answer me, stop being vague!" You raised your voice a bit.

He shrugged and walked to the door to leave.

"Believe what you want, " The door shut behind him before you could continue.

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