THANK YOU MLLL🫶🫶
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The tension had been building for months. Screw that - years.
You couldn’t even remember how it started. Maybe it was the way Sae always looked at you like you were an inconvenience. Or how he always had something to say when he opened that smug mouth of his. Every conversation turned into a disagreement.
So of course, fate had to put you both in the same damn hotel, on the same night, with one room left.
The front desk clerk gave a nervous laugh, gesturing toward the key. “Sorry, all the other rooms are booked for the weekend. Festival traffic.”
You didn’t even have it in you to argue. You were tired. So was he. You both exchanged a look, rolled your eyes in sync like it was muscle memory, and took the key.
The room was small it wasn't much. One bed. Neutral colors. Quiet. And painfully awkward.
Sae didn’t say much when he threw his bag into the corner. You didn’t either. You sat on opposite ends of the bed to take your shoes off like strangers in a waiting room.
When the lights were off, you both lay stiffly, backs turned, facing opposite directions, pretending the other didn’t exist.
You couldn’t sleep.
His breathing was too even. Too calm. Too close. And you were hyper-aware of every little thing like, the heat radiating off his side, the way the sheets shifted when he moved, the faint rustle when he adjusted his arm behind his head.
You hated how good he smelled. You hated how warm he was.
he spoke. Low, tired, but sharp. “You’re not asleep.”
You turned your head. He was staring at the ceiling.
“No shit,” you muttered. “Maybe because I’m stuck in a bed with someone I can’t stand.”
“Yeah? The feeling’s mutual.”
Silence again. But heavier this time. It pressed down on both of you like the weight of all the words you hadn’t said before. All the tension, all the near arguments that should’ve been something else. All the moments when his eyes lingered too long. When your voice softened just a little too much.
You exhaled, annoyed. Sat up. “If you’ve got something to say, just say it.”
He turned toward you. Propped himself up on his elbow. His eyes were sharper now. More focused.
“You always do this. Pretend you don’t care, that were stuck in this tiny room or that we argue all time. Like you’re not wound up from all this.”
“All this?” you scoffed. “There’s nothing here but mutual hatred.”
He laughed once, dry. “Keep telling yourself that.”
You should’ve thrown a pillow at him. You should’ve turned back around and ignored him for the rest of the night. But instead the wkrst possible thing happend.
You two looked at eachother for a good few seconds and you both lean in.
It wasn’t a slow kiss. It wasn’t soft. It was years of built-up frustration, of arguments that meant more than either of you admitted, of two people pretending they didn’t burn for each other.
His hands were on you slipping under your oversized t-shirt, before you could even think. Yours tugged at his shirt like you hated it. Clothes came off in messy, clumsy, desperate pulls. And he was on top of you. Teasing your wet slit with his length and entering with a grunt. You moaned.
It wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t gentle. It was too much, all at once, like you’d both been starving for this, for each other, and were too stubborn to say it out loud.
Because for once, there was nothing to argue about. Only needy whimpers and grunts and pure filth comming out both your mouths.
“Sae..“ you moaned, everytime you say his name like that he just fucks you hard. In and out in and out, of your deprived cunt.
His mouth was on yours again before either of you could catch your breath. It was the kind of kiss that made you forget how much you swore you hated him.
“Still hate me?” he grunted against your jaw, fucking you hard. You wanted to say yes. You tried to say yes.
But your hands were already in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
“Shut up,” you moaned out out instead.
Everything between you felt too intense. The way he touched you, the way he moved against you, like he was making up for every second wasted pretending you didn’t want each other.
You couldn’t stop the sounds he pulled out of you. Soft, stuttering, needy. He bit your shoulder gently, hands guiding your hips like he needed you closer, like the contact still wasn’t enough.
And when he finished sank into you, both of you stayed still and both you catched your breath. Just long enough to feel it.
And then it all started again. The rhythm. The heat. The intense thrust hitting you in all the right places making you fall apart.
You weren’t gentle with each other. You didn’t need to be. You clawed at his back, he pulled your leg over his hip. And just enjoyed the moment, no arguements.
It was overwhelming. Addictive. Like both of you had been waiting for this without even knowing it.
At one point he slowed down, just to look at you. His eyes were heavy - lidded, flushed cheeks, chest h rising and falling against yours. He leaned in, kissed your lips like it was a secret.
Neither of you were ready to admit how much it meant. Not yet.
But your bodies already had.
