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The extra glass of champagne you’d managed to snag while Luka was politely chatting with one of the brand reps had tipped you over the edge. Your body felt warm and alive, the bass vibrating through your bones, and all you could focus on was how good Luka looked under the flashing lights—his jaw was tight, hands on your waist like he was one second from throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you out.

You pressed closer on the dance floor, chest flush against his, rolling your hips into him with zero shame. Your arms looped around his neck, fingers threading into the hair at his nape as you tugged him down.

“Baby,” you murmured, lips brushing his before he could pull back. You kissed him lips sweet of champagne, your tongue sliding against his like you were trying to climb inside him right there in the middle of the crowded floor.

Luka groaned into your mouth, hands gripping tightly hips, kissing you back for one heated second before his brain shot back to reality. He turned his head away just enough to break from the heated kiss, breathing hard against your cheek.

“Fuck—babe, not here,” he rasped.

His grip tightened, holding you still as you tried to chase his mouth again. “We’re not doing this in front of everybody.”

You pouted, stopping your attempts at kisses, your lipgloss smeared down your lower lip. You your body tighter against the very obvious bulge in his jeans. “oh cmon” you whispered, dragging your nails lightly down his chest “we’re not even doing nun”

Luka groaned, but reluctant as hell but clearly fighting the urge to drag you off, but he had to be the mature one here .“Nah nah, we’re not doing this shit”

You huffed dramatically, you grabbed his hand “Fine. I need to pee anyway. Come with me?”

Luka raised an eyebrow, suspicious, but you were already tugging him through the crowd with that innocuously sweet smile. He followed—because of course he did. your tall heels clicking against the tile as you led the way toward the dimly lit hallway where the restrooms were.

The second the heavy bathroom door clicked shut behind you (a single bathroom thankfully), you spun around and pushed him back against it. Your mouth was on his instantly, Luka’s hands found your waist, then traveled to your ass, squeezing hard as he kissed you back like he’d been dying meaning to.

“Babe” he muttered between kisses, groaning when you sucked on his bottom lip. “You’re so fucking evil for this”

You giggled, already hiking one leg up around his hip so the dress rode up to your upper thigh. Manicured nails untucking his shirt to slide under his shirt, nails grazing his abs, then palming him through his slacks.

“Missed you too much today” you breathed, grinding against his thigh. “Just wanna..”

Luka’s head arched back looking up at the ceiling light, eyes squeezed shut as he fought for his resolve. One hand slid up your thigh, fingertips traveling up to your upper thigh, while the other cupped your jaw tilting your head so he could kiss you deeper.

“Baby—shit” he groaned, accent getting thicker and hoarse, when your hand palmed him tighter. “We can’t fuck in here”

You kissed at his scratchy jaw, smiling against his skin. “Who said anything about fucking?” Your fingers hastily undoing his belt.

Luka cursed under his breath in Slovenian, hips bucking into your touch despite his restraint. He spun you suddenly, pressing your back to the door instead, caging you in with his taller frame. His mouth trailed hot, open kisses down your neck while his hand disappeared under your dress, fingers stroking you over your soaked panties.

“God” he groaned. “Look at you”

“Mhm” you hummed, arching into his hand, lips finding his again in a sloppy kiss.

For a few minutes, it was heavy breathing, muffled moans from sloppy kisses Luka’s hand softly rubbing through the fabric. Luka’s forehead pressed to yours, looking down at your mouth agape.

Your hand finally undoing the belt buckle, but luka he caught your wrist, firmly pulling your hand away from slipping into his trousers.

“Enough” he said roughly, but before you could protest he kissed you. “Not here. Not like this, I’m taking you home”

You whined, but the way he looked at you made you melt into compliance.

“Better finish this” you said confidently, Luka chuckled, fixing your dress and tucking his shirt back in, rebuckling his belt.

He glanced at you, then at the townhouse up ahead at your friend's place.

"I don't know these people," he muttered. "It's just this, yeah?"

You pouted, smacked your lips together, and gave him a distracted "mhm," which did nothing to ease his edge.

"Babe." That got your attention. You snapped the mirror shut and turned to him. "What?"

Andrew wasn't an introverted guy by any means, his edge tonight came from the fact this was just thrown onto him. He had three days before he had to be back at the gym, and he'd pictured those days going a certain way.

A little recovery after a brutal back-to-back, some time on the couch, time with his girlfriend. Not this. He knew he was being dramatic about it. But the invite had landed on him only a few hours ago, blowing up the show he'd been dying to catch up on.

Catching the look on his face, you sighed. "look"

"you gotta relax kay”

He exhaled and let his head fall back against the headrest. You softened, leaning over the colose to press a kiss to his cheek. "you’ll be fine champ." A patronizing tease, but it did calm his nerves; if you weren’t making a big deal, why should he?

You reached the stoop together and waited. Music thumped faintly behind the door, voices rising and falling under it. it swung open and it was Cassidy, grinning ear to ear.

"Oh my god, you came!" She had you wrapped in a hug before you'd even said hi. "Happy birthday, babe," you breathed into her hair, which smelt of candy and alcohol.

When she pulled back, her eyes landed on Andrew. "Ooooh, who's this?" Her gaze flicked to the gift bag in his hand. "And he brought gifts." She grins at you approvingly.

Andrew barely had time to register it all, let alone for you to introduce him— just like that Cassidy had her arms around him too.

"Oh," he managed, blinking as she pulled away swiftly and waved you both inside. "Gift bag goes on the counter," she said, pointing toward the kitchen. Andrew nodded and went to set it down.

Cassidy slung an arm around your shoulder. "He's cute. And he smells really good," she said.

You grinned. "Thanks, Cass."

After the usual round of birthday chaos, you ended up on the couch with Andrew beside you, barely listening as he chatted with another couple who were definitely high as a kite. The sharp ear grating clink of a spoon against a glass cut through the apartment, one of Cassidy's friends, clearly a shot or two deep.

"Alright!" she shouted, liquid sloshing over the rim of her cup. "We're going to the club!"

The room erupted. You whooped along with everyone else. Cassidy threw her beer up like a toast. "Yes! Let's make it a real birthday night. Who's coming?"

Andrew leaned in close, voice low against your ear. "I don't know these people. It's getting late, and—"

You cut him off gently, squeezing his arm. "I know, I know. It'd just be for a bit." You softened your voice. "It's her birthday. We don't have to stay long.”

You saw his eyes droop like a puppy “one drink, in and out."

He sighed, but he took your word for it. "One drink," he said. "Then we regroup."

You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Deal."

It was packed for a Thursday, probably for the holiday weekend upcoming, it was packed to the point the walls seemed distant with the waves of people, where you felt the bass more than heard it. The birthday crowd scattered the second you walked in. Andrew kept a hand at the small of your back as he steered you through the bodies.

Then he spotted someone among the waves of people, a familiar face and you felt his hand loosen at your back, his whole frame easing up. You followed his gaze and recognized one of his friends, who was already waving him down.

"Go say hi," you shouted over the noise.

He hesitated, glancing between his friend and you, furrowing his brows as he eyed you up real quick "You sure?"

"Yeah." You nodded, already turning toward where your own friend was flagging you from a few feet away, drink sloshing in her hand. "I'm gonna catch up with her. We'll meet back up, yeah?"

He gave you one last once-over —he wasn’t suspicious he just wanted to make sure you were okay with him ditching you. "You'll be cool?"

He didn't love the idea of leaving you on your own in a place this packed, not because he didn't trust you, just because it wasn't really his thing to drift off and let you linger for yourself. "I'll be fine," you said, already backing away with a grin. "Go say hi."

He held your gaze a beat longer than the moment really called for, then gave a short nod. "Don't disappear."

"I won't." And just like that he was gone, swallowed into the crowd, narrowly avoiding a very drunk stranger on his way to his friend. Their hands met in a sharp clap, barely audible over the bass boosted speakers.

"Nembhard!" his friend shouted, pulling him into a half-hug. "Wasn’t expecting you here"

"Yeah, well." Andrew glanced back over his shoulder once, finding you in the crowd before letting himself focus. "Wasn't really my idea."

"Where's your girl?"

"Around." He said it easy enough, but his eyes did one more sweep at you before he let it go.

Your friend shrieked when she spotted you, yanking you into a hug tight enough to spill her drink down your forearm. "Bitch! I am so glad I found you!!."

"This place is insane," you laughed, wiping your arm off.

You talked for a while, leaning in close just to hear each other over the noise, which was seventy percent lip-reading and thirty percent just nodding along. After repeating yourself one too many times, your friend groaned and held up her empty cup, tilting it so you could see there was nothing left but melted ice. "I need another drink," she said, pouting. "Can you grab me one? Please?"

"I was gonna get one anyway," you said, already turning toward the bar. "What do you want?"

"Whatever's strongest and sweet."

"Very helpful." You said with a sigh.

She blew you a kiss and you laughed, and began pushing off into the crowd. You finally squeezed into a gap at the front, leaning against the counter, bouncing slightly on your heels to the beat while you waited for the bartender to catch you. A stool opened up beside you and you slid onto it, scrolling through your phone till the bartender was done chatting up a group of rowdy frat boys.

Then a pair of arms slid around your waist from behind.

It felt familiar enough that you didn't question it and you laughed, already turning. "Oh my god, babe, you—"

It was Evan. Evan was a friend of a friend, whom you’ve chatted up with at a few gatherings.

"C'mon," he laughed, grinning down at you "Wasn't expecting to see you here, had to slide by and say what's up."

You gave him a friendly side hug, "I'm here for Cassidy's birthday party actually”

"Oh yeah? thats dope happy birthday to her” He said enthusiastically. Evan leaned in closer to hear you better, while his arm braced on the bar behind you boxing you in "You here alone?"

"Yo," his friend said, following his line of sight, smirking. "Ain't that your girl getting chatted up?"

Andrew turned his head back towards you, as far as he knew you were just waiting on drinks, and happen to be greeted by another one of your friends.

"She's fine," Andrew said causally, taking a slow sip of the drink he'd been given by his friend.

"My boyfriend," you were saying, shaking your head at Evan. "He's around here somewhere."

Evan made a dramatic gesture of glancing around the club, squinting "where he at? You sure he's real, or is this an elaborate ruse to keep guys off you?"

"He's real," you laughed. "You forget I'm taken?"

"Guess I did." He smiled, leaning in a fraction more to say something, while his hand drifting from the bartop to hover, briefly, at your waist.

He didn't say anything to his friend. Didn't make a scene of it, didn't even change his expression much, just set his cup down on the table top next to him and said, "I'll catch you later bro," already moving before his friend could answer.

He cut through the crowd, and you felt the warmth of his hand settle at your waist thumb pressing into your hip.

"Hey" he said, leaning down to breathe in at your neck “startin' to think you got lost."

"just grabbing drinks," you said, turning your face up to him with an easy smile.

"I know." His eyes flicked to Evan. Evan had backstepped and his hand awkwardly returned to a pocket.

Evan recovered fast, offering Andrew an easy, unbothered smile, pretending like he wasn’t just trying to flirt with another guy’s girl "What's up, man? Didn't know you were here."

"Yeah." Andrew’s nod was polite.

You glanced between them, feeling the air shift but not quite able to name it. "You guys know each other?"

"around" Evan said, at the same time Andrew said "nah"

Evan laughed it off. "right” shifting on another foot.

Andrew's hand slid down your arm to find your hand, fingers closing around yours "You ready to head out?" he asked you, eyes still locked onto you.

"I—" You blinked, caught off guard, your drink still untouched on the bar. "I haven't even"

"we can get drinks at home." He quickly retorted.

You looked at him for a second, reading his face and decided the drink wasn't worth arguing over. "Yeah.. kay."

"see you around dude" Andrew said to Evan, already turning, his hand warm and certain around yours as he led you back through the crowd. He didn't look back to see Evan's reaction, he didn’t care. You let yourself be pulled along for a few feet before you leaned into his side, raising your voice over the music. "you good?"

"I'm good." Andrew replied flatly, eyes forward focusing you on getting out of here with you by his side.

"Andrew."

"I said I'm good." A small, tight smile "jus’ ready to go."

You sighed, not really wanting to press him at all. Even if that meant you were ditching your friend’s birthday party without saying goodbye.

The drive home was quiet. The apartment was quieter. You chalked it up to him being worn out— it was well past midnight by the time you made it back to the apartment.

Andrew dug through your bag for your keys while you leaned against the wall by the door, while you mumbled about something your friend had said earlier. The door clicked open, and he led you inside, shutting it behind you both.

You leaned back against the wall on instinct, the way you always did when he wanted to take your heels off, something he liked doing for you, especially on nights like this. He lifted your ankle, balanced it against the wall, and eased one heel off, then the other, freeing your feet from the night.

He straightened up and kicked off his own shoes. "You tired?" he asked, voice soft.

You shrugged, shoulders rising and falling. "Yeah. A little."

He nodded. "Alright." Without another word, he walked you down the hall, nothing but the soft shuffle of your feet on the floor and the city buzzing faintly outside.

In the bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed and reached behind you for the zipper of your dress. Andrew shrugged off his jacket and stepped in to help.

"Let me," he said quietly.

The zipper slid down slowly, the dress loosening from your shoulders. "thanks for taking care of me," you mumbled.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, voice barely above a whisper.

"Always."

The fabric fell from your shoulders and slid down your body with the assistance of Andrew’s hands, his eye followed down your body, inhaling a breath when he sees your breath. Andrew always admired your beauty in every moment he saw you, constantly thinking on how lucky he is, how proud he is to call you, his girl. The fabric began to bunch at your hips, and he tugged it down farther, revealing your waistband of your panties.

He leans down to kiss at your neck, then his hands grip your jaw, so you face him. Lips landing onto yours with a powerful fervor. Hands simultaneously yank the rest of your dress down, trailing to your calves and off your body completely—pooling onto the hardwood. The bed creaks and dips as he climbs over you, straddling your body, your fingers find the hem of his shirt and pull it up, revealing lean abs, nails tracing his muscles.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured.

a hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your lower lip. “always so pretty.”

Andrew’s gaze stayed locked on yours for a second, his mouth dipped down brushing against collarbone, then your tit. soft kisses all across your upperbody, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you. “God… look at you,” he breathed against your sternum, making you get goosebumps. “How’d I get this lucky?” One hand slid down your side, slow and worshipful, memorizing every inch with each touch and kiss on your body.

Fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. He paused, eyes flicking up to yours for silent permission. You nodded; he eased them down your thighs, off completely, tossing them aside across the room joining your dress on the hardwood.

Andrew's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, taking in the sight of you completely bare beneath him.

He sat back slightly on his knees, hands moving to his own waist. His fingers opened the button of his jeans, unzipping the fly, He shoved the denim down his hips along with his boxers in one motion, kicking them off the bed.

Andrew lowered himself fully, the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress in the best way. His mouth found yours again, while one hand trailed down your side fingers wrapping your waist.

He shifted his hips, letting the head of his cock slide through your pussy, teasing just enough to make you arch up into him with a soft moan.

"Baby," he murmured against your lips, voice low and rough with feeling. His eyes met yours, holding eye contact as he positioned himself at your entrance. He sank into you until he was buried completely. The stretch of him filled you perfectly that made your brain fizz out, your foreheads pressed together. He held his thrusts for a moment, letting you adjust.

Planting soft kisses on your cheek as he began to move. Long strokes that drew out every pleasurable sensation. “Jus’ like that”

The bed creaked softly under you with each thrust, a steady rhythm that matched the quickening beat of your hearts. Your hands slid around his backside, palms flat against the warm, firm muscles of his back, feeling them flex and shift as he moved above you.

You wrapped your legs around him, digging into the backs of his thighs to pull him closer. The angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his cock brushing that sweet spot inside you with every roll of his hips.

Curses escape your mouth as your head rolls back, exposing more skin of your neck. Andrew leaned down to kiss along your neck, sucking lightly at the skin there while one hand cupped your breast, thumb circling the peak until you gasped his name.

"God, you feel so good," he whispered, into your neck. His hips picked up a little speed, thrusts growing more intense but still full of care.

The jealousy from earlier, that edge he'd had all night melted away and left no room for doubt. You were his, and he was yours.

You moaned softly with each thrust, the pleasure building gradually, your nails dug into his shoulder blades, holding on as you got closer

Andrew's hand slid down to grip your thigh, lifting it higher around his waist, opening you more to him. The new pace made you moan out, back arching off the bed as he drove forward.

He kept his eyes on you the whole time, watching the way your lips parted, the flush that spread across your cheeks. “You’re so beautiful” he said gently

You could feel everything, each ridge and vein as he moved. The pressure inside you built with each thrust of his hips. Andrew leaned in closer, “So—so beautiful” grinding against you at the end of each stroke to press right where you needed it.

You whispered his name legs trembling around him as the pleasure peaked. Andrew sensed it all “Atta’ baby cmon” He encouraged you, with a kiss to your lips “m’right here.”

Your orgasm hit hard, heavy waves crashing through you, your body pulsing tightly around his cock as you came with a broken moan.

His thrusts slowed but letting you ride through it whilst kissing your cheeks. You arched under him, he swallowed your soft sounds with a kiss “That’s my girl.”

As you came down, breathing hard and clinging to him, Andrew kept moving. His own need shined through in the pale moonlight,

He thrust with needy, the bed creaking beneath you both. "I love you," he breathed against your jaw, voice strained as he chased his own release. You hummed in response already getting overstimulated a bit.

he came with a deep groan, thrusting deep inside as the warmth of his cum spilled inside you. Andrew stayed buried deep, holding you close while his body relaxed above you, and his lips found yours, kissing you slowly.

His body collapsed beside you while you tucked into his chest, hands wrapping around him tightly. “Who were you talking to again”

Your perked your head to look over at him, “what?”

Andrew said flatly, “that guy at the bar.” Your brows furrowed in his sudden inquisitive nature. “It was evan, he’s a mutual yknow”

YOU: see you soon

Simple, direct, the same text you always sent when your busy schedules overlapped in the same city. Just a little hook-up whenever you both found yourself lonely in a city, you didn’t mind it and neither did he. Something to look forward to besides work. You were both single. You didn’t want to date anyone, still burnt from your last relationship, but that didn’t mean you had to deny yourself sex. That’s why you settled for casual sex with a select few, and he happened to be one.

He’d first slid into your DMs months ago after spotting you courtside at his home game. You looked unbelievable under the arena lights, and he couldn’t stop watching you. He’d seen many pretty girls sitting courtside, his teammates making little remarks here and there, but you had just a presence to you.

He couldn’t quite figure out why you made his brain short-circuit, like he was just a teenage boy again seeing a beautiful actress.

After the win, he shot his shot with a flirty DM, a shot in the dark but you responded. It started off tame, you just casually texted. He liked you, you were funny and unbelievably charming.

You texted him and called him whenever you were bored or just feeling lonely, and one call and a few texts.. one thing led to another—late night texts turning nasty, then this arrangement. Whenever your tour and his road schedule landed you in the same city, you hooked up. No strings. No expectations. At least that’s what you kept reminding him. You made it clear to him after you first hooked up, you wanted to keep this in the dark.

The car dropped him at the back entrance. He slipped inside, heart already racing, cock half-hard from the idea alone. (He hadn’t been laid in a while, can you blame him?) By the time he reached the suite, he was throbbing with anticipation. Already pulling off his shirt, and checking himself out in the mirror, while thinking in his head.

Keep it casual this time, he told himself. Don’t say anything stupid.

But the lie felt thinner every time. The way he checked your tour dates between games, the way he replayed the sound of your voice in his head during shootarounds, your music getting stuck in his head and sneaking its way into his playlists—it was getting harder to pretend this was still just sex for him.

He wasn’t exactly sure why he was catching feelings for someone who only had sex with him. He occasionally called and texted him casually—every time he saw your contact buzzing across his screen in the middle of the night, he got all giddy. Maybe he liked the chase, the idea that maybe the more you hook up you’ll catch feelings too, like he has.

The knock came right on time. He opened the door and let you in. You stepped inside, hoodie still on, calm and composed like always.

He reached for you instantly, strong arms pulling you close, mouth pressing hot against your neck. “Missed you,” he murmured, voice already rough with need.

You didn’t acknowledge it. Disregarding it by shutting him up with a kiss, his hands pulling off the hood of your head, hands gliding down your figure and back up to the zipper of your hoodie.

You pushed him against the wall, his hands haphazardly unzipping your hoodie and yanking it off your body, hands finding your waist and a stray hand moving down to grip your ass.

Nails gliding across his bare chest, tickling his skin with your pretty acrylics, by the second he was becoming undone. His mouth found your neck again, careful to not leave any visible marks. His hands lifted you up a bit, signaling to you, which you obliged, letting him pick up his strong hands under the soft skin of your thighs, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

He carried you over to the bed, gently setting you down, hovering above you to kiss you while his hands fumbled for the hem of your top, slipping it off with your assistance. No bra, like another reminder to him that this is just sex, he doesn’t get to see you in pretty lingerie, or intimately undoing your lacy bra that you wore especially for him.

His kisses went down your jaw, traveling to your collarbone, which he'd seen adoring with necklaces, for a jewelry brand post he'd saw while stalking your insta.

His kisses went down your jaw, traveling to your collarbone, which he’d seen adorned with necklaces in that jewelry brand post while stalking your Instagram. The thought made something twist in his chest—how much he noticed, how much he craved those these quiet nights. He pushed it down, focusing on the taste of your skin instead. Your fingers found his head and guided his head lower. He followed eagerly, kissing down your stomach until he was kneeling between your spread thighs. Hands reaching for the waistband of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties.

He looked up at you once, eyes dark and needy, before burying his face in your pussy. He ate you out like a man starved—broad, messy strokes of his tongue, sucking your clit with sloppy enthusiasm. Strong hands held your thighs apart as two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling just right, hitting that spot with ease. Soft, desperate moans vibrated against you while he worked, hips grinding against his face.

His jaw messily coated in your arousal, he was jumping with need, fingers slipping out of you so he could properly focus on your clit with his tongue. Every little sound you made had him pressing closer, like he wanted to drown in you, every moan like another song he wished he could have on his playlist alone with your others.

You rocked against his mouth, nails scraping lightly over his scalp, letting the pleasure build. When you were close, thighs tightening around his head, you tapped him on the head He climbed back onto the bed, lips shiny, breathing hard.

Hands fumbling for his sweatpants, pinching both the waistband of his sweats and boxers. Slipping the pair of fabrics down his legs.

You rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips, sliding down onto his thick cock in one smooth motion. The stretch pulled a low groan from both of you. You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, slow and deep at first, then faster, thighs flexing with every bounce. He watched you, mesmerized, hands gripping your waist but letting you set the pace. The wet slap of skin filled the room.

The way you whipped your hair around with effortless beauty, your mouth hung open, more moans escaping your lips, you looked absolutely heavenly atop of him. Taking in this sight, he wished he could see more often.

For a while, he stayed under you, his strong body trembling with the effort of holding back, fighting the urge to thrust up too hard, and the desire to flip you over. But the need overwhelmed him faster before he could think.

With a low mumble of “fuck it” he flipped you suddenly, manhandling you onto your back and tossing your legs up over his broad shoulders. He thrust back inside you hard, the new angle letting him sink impossibly deeper. His hips snapped forward with powerful strokes, a strong frame moving over you as he fucked you into the mattress. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he panted against your neck, voice strained. “Been thinking about you— all the fuckin’ time”

He was folding you nearly in half with desperate strokes. His strong body moved over you, muscles flexing with every thrust. He pinned you down, chasing the pleasure with raw need, mouth brushing your neck. “Been thinking about you nonstop… “

You ignored the emotional weight bleeding into his words. When he tried again, something softer slipping out between thrusts, you looked up at him dryly, a roll of your eyes. “Shut up.”

The casual brush-off hit him like a splash of cold water, but it only made him thrust harder for a few strokes, chasing the high. You shook off his statement, grinding your clit against him at every stroke, focused only on how good he felt, stretching you open.

He looked wrecked above you—strong frame trembling, eyes hazy with need and something heavier he didn’t hide well. Every time your hips met his strokes, it sent him.

“Gonna come,” he warned, voice breaking, hips jerking desperately, stuttering with each stroke

You weren’t done, shaking your head. “keep going.” you said swiftly, he bit his lip and the whimper escaped his mouth. Hands reaching down to help you out, thick fingers moving through it, drawing out every last drop while he rubbed your clit until your own orgasm hit—sharp and satisfying. You rode the waves with soft moans, and as soon as he felt your pussy clenching around him, already milking him.

Then you hit him with “Pull out.” He groaned at the loss of your heat but obeyed, wrapping your hand around his slick cock and stroking him firmly. He couldn’t hide his whine to escape his mouth as he spilled over his fist and across your abs in thick, hot pulses. You kept moving your hand through it, drawing out every last drop. His jaw fell slack, another whine escaped his mouth and you finally pulled your hand off of his cock.

You slid off the bed, legs a little unsteady as you walked to the bathroom without a word, cleaning up quickly and pulling your clothes back on. He lay there catching his breath, chest heaving, staring at the ceiling while the familiar hollow feeling crept in. The high always crashed into this ache—knowing you’d walk out, and he’d be left replaying every second, wondering if you ever felt even a fraction of what he did.

When you came out, hoodie zipped all cleaned up like nothing had happened, he sat up slowly. You checked your phone like this was just another item checked off your list.

“Y’know we’re jus’ hooking up, right?” you said lightly as you headed for the door.

He swallowed hard, throat tight. “Yeah,” he answered, dejected.

You gave a small nod. “Text me next time you’re in town.”

The door clicked shut behind you. He stayed sitting alone in the quiet suite, rain still tapping against the windows, the scent of sex and your perfume lingering in the air. Another city. Another secret night. And the growing certainty that he was in way deeper than you’d ever allow.

Overthinking while he cleaned up,

maybe i should just tell her..

that's stupid.

“Hey,” You called out, as you tapped the brake. “Need anything to drink?”

Steph glanced over, returning the smile.

“I’m good, thank you,” he said kindly, lifting his own bottle in a small gesture. “Brought my own.”

You nodded. “Figured. Had to ask.”

He chuckled softly. “Appreciate it.”

When Steph came up to her cart to get a water :

you’re posted up at one of your usual spots, bent over as you refill a cooler with ice. The skirt you’re wearing rides up as you lean forward, but you don’t notice—you’re distracted, one AirPod in your ear, quietly humming along to your music.

Steph approaches on foot. He never usually comes to the beverage cart. he always brings his own refreshments—but today he forgot his bottle and didn’t feel like making journey back for it. He notices you before you notice him. The skirt. The hum of your voice. He looks away almost immediately, out of instinct more than effort.

He clears his throat, reaching toward his back pocket. “Uh…miss?”

You startle, yanking the AirPod from your ear too fast. Your hand is wet from melted ice, and the AirPod slips straight through your fingers falling into the one cooler you haven’t drained yet.

“Ah, shit,” you mutter.

You reach in without thinking, fishing around until you feel it at the bottom. You pull it out, waterlogged and lifeless, sitting sadly in your palm. Your shoulders slump.

For half a second, you just stand there—then panic kicks in.

You straighten up fast, heart racing. Not wanting to get snitched on for having an airpod in; like when you were on your phone for a few seconds to check an email from your professor. Your boss didn’t have any of it.

“We have a level of professionalism and class we expect from our employees. Being on your device while out on the field is not tolerated. This is your last warning.”

You spin around. “Sorry about that.”

And then you see him.

Steph Curry. Standing there with a confused, slightly apologetic look on his face.

You completely misread his expression.

“Oh my god, please don’t tell my manager,” you blurt, words tumbling out. “I really need this job. I swear nobody was around, I just wanted some music. my landlord just raised my rent, please don’t say anything.” Resting your hand on your chest, Steph’s hands following your movement to your chest, leading straight back up to your face— Not wanting to peep at your cleavage.

Steph freezes, clearly not expecting… all that.

“No, no,” he says quickly. “You’re fine. I’m the one who scared you. That’s on me.”

Relief crashes through you so hard your knees almost buckle.

“Oh my god, thank you,” you breathe. “I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You press a hand to your chest without thinking. Steph’s eyes follow the movement automatically, then flick away just as fast, out of respect.

Now that he’s actually looking at you—really looking—he realizes something he’s somehow missed all this time.

You’re beautiful.

He never been able to admire your appearance like every other member, too fixated on his swing—plus he's always said no when you came around on your rounds asking everyone if they needed anything.

“So….what did you need?” you ask, gesturing to him.

He pulls out his wallet. “Just a water is fine.”

You turn back to the cooler, dunk your hand in, and grab an ice-cold bottle. You hand it to him. He exchanges it for a ten-dollar bill.

“Thank you,” he says, then there’s an brief, awkward pause.

He clears it, shifting the bottle to his other hand. “Hey, uh… I’m really sorry about your headphone. I can replace it.”

You blink. “Oh, no, no. You’re totally fine.” You shove the ruined AirPod into your skirt pocket, trying to play it off. But Steph is already pulling out two crisp bills.

You should say no.

You really should.

Your boss would fire you on the spot. for the AirPod, for the cash, for everything. This wasn't a tip. “I really shouldn’t,” you mumble, even as your hand twitches toward his. “My boss would actually kill me.” Steph smirks just slightly and leans in, lowering his voice. “Our little secret.” You hesitate, then take the money, your pretty nails that you definitely spent too much on brushed against his hand. “Thank you,” you say quietly. He shakes his head. “It’s my fault. And it’s really no problem.”

Swallowing, trying to shake whatever feeling you had in your head. Back to business.

You awkwardly step back "Well i have to get back to my rounds" You say respectfully while tucking the 3 bills into your skirt pocket, feeling like 30 tons.

He was only being descent, after all he spooked you into dropping your airpod, but it felt different.

Steph nods, that painfully handsome soft smile coming across his cheeks as he speaks "Guess i'll see you around? yeah?" 

Nodding in response, cleaning up and shutting the cooler and rounding around to the seat of the golf cart. "Yup, I'm here like everyday" Immediately feeling embarrassed, what you said wasn't even bad but everything felt so embarrassing. Or maybe it wasn't embarrasment, probably the butterflys in your stomach from speaking to an incredbibly handsome basketball player. 

Steph raises a hand to subtly wave goodbye, and turns on his heel heading back to his hole.