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the scene you were about to shoot demanded precision. one swift movement would have you lifting your leg high, stopping just inches from finn’s face as he portrayed leon s. kennedy. every motion needed to look effortless, controlled, lethal. that was exactly why you pushed yourself to stay flexible — because in moments like this, the camera would catch everything.

as for wolfhard, he was doing an outstanding job. despite having the ideal height for the character, he didn’t naturally possess the other traits leon had in the remake released three years earlier. still, once he received the offer, he committed himself fully — months of relentless training at the gym reshaped him, leaving him stronger, broader, unmistakably more muscular.

he knew the internet would be ruthless, that cruel comments were inevitable. but walking away had never been an option. taking on the challenge of portraying kennedy mattered too much to him.

even more so when he learned that you would be part of the cast as ada.

the news had added a different kind of weight to the role — motivation sharpened by expectation. sharing the screen with you raised the stakes, turning every training session, every aching muscle, into proof that he deserved to stand there as leon. the challenge was no longer just about the character, but about matching the presence you brought with ada, frame for frame.

finn had always followed your work as an actress, never shying away from showing his admiration — even with both of you being public figures and having never worked together before. he followed you on social media, consistently liking and commenting on your posts, small gestures that never went unnoticed and inevitably sparked speculation on gossip pages.

now working together, he had grown much closer to you, helped along by the dynamic between the characters you both portrayed.

ada and leon were not enemies. quite the opposite. kennedy carried deep, unmistakable feelings for wong— feelings she returned in her own way. still, she maintained a cold, professional composure. a mercenary spy working for corporate interests, ada stood on the opposite side of everything leon represented. he was a government agent, a former police officer bound by duty and ideals, while she lived in the gray areas between loyalty and survival.

those feelings, swept under the rug in the name of professionalism and emotional restraint, mirrored the relationship the two of you shared in real life. the careful distance, the unspoken rules, the way neither of you ever crossed a line — it all felt familiar.

and because of that, there were moments when it no longer seemed like acting at all.

like now.

with a prop knife pressed close to your neck, you followed the script, delivering the final lines of the take without breaking eye contact with finn.

“not a bad move.. very smooth.”

the last word slipped from your lips in a deliberately provocative tone. the director shouted that you could break position, but neither of you moved — caught in the moment without realizing it.

finn brushed the prop lightly along your neck and jaw with the knife he was holding. it wasn’t sharp, not even close, but you swallowed hard anyway, the sudden contact sending a ripple through you. the line between acting and something unspoken tightened, filling the air around you with a charged, silent intensity.

that movement hadn’t been in the script. the way his eyes lingered, hungry, tracing the line of your lips and the curve of your chest beneath the fabric of your short dress, wasn’t in the script either.

“for close encounters, you might want to try a different outfit. this short, tight dress could be… dangerous when you’re this close to me — and my knife.”

“i’m pretty sure that’s not in the script, handsome.”

“i’m being creative.”

“what a dedicated man.”

you finally moved, breaking the position finn had kept you in. you stepped closer to the guy in front of you. he looked different. beyond the months in the gym, wolfhard had grown out his beard and let his hair grow longer. his naturally large hands seemed even more masculine, matching the rest of his body, which now radiated strength and presence.

a true temptation.

your gloved hand met his face, and you tapped it lightly, making finn swipe the inside of his cheek with his tongue, disbelief flickering across his features.

“i’d love to see how dedicated you are at other things.”

the atmosphere on set shifted after your improvised scene. after that moment, it became clear to everyone that there was more than just character tension between the two of you — a palpable, undeniable sexual charge lingered in the air.

by the end of the day, you were exhausted. you needed to kick off your heels and take a long, hot shower. as you made your way toward your dressing room, you heard footsteps following you. glancing over your shoulder, finn was there.

“can i help with something?”

“i’ve been thinking about what you said. i want to show you just how dedicated i can be.”

you laughed, amused by how devoted he seemed. his eyes betrayed it — behind the strong, mature man, there was a boy who could be easily led, easily swayed.

all you have to do is want it.

you turned and started walking toward your dressing room. reaching the door, you opened it and stepped inside, letting finn follow you into the small space. without a word, you collapsed onto the couch, sighing in relief.

“if you want it so badly, you can start by helping me with these boots. the heels are killing me…”

finn willingly obeyed and approached your body, crouching in front of you. no rushing, he unzipped the side zipper of the black leather boot and pulled it off, doing the same for both feet. he also calmly removed the black stockings from your legs, kissing your soft skin as he did so.

“you’re good at it, wolfhard.”

“i’m good at a lot of things. but i’m the one who decides when you get to find out and feel it.”

great. he is a good little puppy — predictable, even — he knew how to be naughty too. you watched him rise and slowly step back. frustrated, of course, but you tried not to show it. you knew it was all part of the little game between the two of you.

“we’re professionals, aren’t we? this goes a little beyond acting. see you tomorrow, pretty.”

it’s better with a little foreplay.

finn had invited you to spend the weekend at his place, and it felt completely natural—after all, he was your boyfriend. there was nothing wrong, nothing out of place. the day had been calm and perfect, spent wrapped in his presence, with quiet smiles, shared warmth, and the comforting certainty of being exactly where you were meant to be.

but now, in the middle of the night, your mind pounded with thoughts of how careless you had been not to notice the signs. your craving for sweets had gone far beyond normal, your body felt a little swollen, and your mood had been shifting far too quickly—changing in the span of minutes, without warning.

but being with wolfhard had completely distracted you from all of it. he made you feel good enough to forget the world, to forget everything— even the symptoms of your period, which had decided to arrive earlier than expected.

moving quietly so you wouldn’t wake your boyfriend, who slept peacefully beside you, you slipped out of bed and headed toward the bathroom in the same room. that was when you noticed it—your sleep shorts stained red.

fuck.

when you returned to the bedroom, you reached for your phone and turned on the flashlight, needing to confirm what you already suspected. the blood hadn’t stained just your clothes—it had seeped into the clean sheets finn had put on the bed before the two of you lay down together.

you didn’t know what to do. you felt awful, overwhelmed, and all you wanted was to go back to your own place, even though it was still dark outside. shame curled tight in your chest, and you didn’t want finn to see the bloody mess—it all felt like too much, too exposed, too embarrassing to face.

that was when the tears began to fall down your face, slipping free before you even realized you were crying.

wolfhard, on the other hand, woke with a start when he felt the absence of your warmth beside him. he reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on—and there you were, next to the bed, kneeling on the floor with your head resting against the mattress. crying.

“sweetheart, what happened? are you okay? why are you crying like this?” the questions tumbled from his lips all at once.

in seconds, he was crouched beside you on the floor, moving gently as he reached for you. with careful fingers, he brushed your hair aside, tucking the loose strands away from your damp face, his touch soft and grounding, as if trying to reassure you before you could even find the words to speak.

“i’m sorry, finn..” you whispered, your lips forming a small pout, completely unable to say what had happened. you felt sad and embarrassed, every emotion tangled together, wishing you could disappear right there—hide from the moment, from the mess, from the way your chest ached with shame.

“what are you talking about, love? what happened? tell me..” finn said softly, making no sudden movements. he pulled you gently into his lap, and the two of you stayed there on the floor. finn wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head again and again, as if trying to let you know everything would be okay.

“i ruined your clean sheets with blood.. my period came earlier than expected and it all leaked. now my clothes are stained, and your bed too.. ” you whispered, covering your face with your hands, trying to muffle your sobs.

“love.. look at me.” finn pulled back slightly, his voice firmer this time, only then noticing the small stain on the sheets and your soiled pajamas. “you’re talking as if the sheets were only mine. as if this house were only mine.” his tone softened as he spoke. “i want you to understand that everything that’s mine is yours too. and things like this happen—it’s okay.” he stayed close, steady and warm. “‘m here with you, my sweet.”

the soft light from the bedside lamp made you finally caught sight of his eyes—and just like that, your tears stopped. finn’s words left you frozen, speechless, unsure of what to say, as if your heart needed a moment to catch up to the warmth he was pouring into it.

“take off those clothes and have a shower to clean up,” finn continued, his voice calm and gentle. “in the morning, i’ll wash your pajamas, or if you want, we can get a new set. i’ll grab some shorts and a t-shirt for you. i made a little first-aid kit for you—it’s in the bathroom. there are some pads and painkillers inside, hm?”

“thank you so much.. for taking care of me.” you whispered, your voice soft, feeling both comforted and a little in awe at how thoughtfully. wolfhard had thought of everything.

“i love you. i’ll always take care of you.” finn leaned in, searching for your lips, and gave you a long, slow kiss, his hands resting gently on your body without squeezing. “now… go take a shower.”

while you took a long, warm shower, he picked out some comfortable clothes for you and laid them neatly on the bed. as for the sheets, he changed them again, replacing them with fresh, clean ones that smelled just right.

when everything was done and you both settled back into bed, it was nearly sunrise. still, finn didn’t sleep until he saw your eyes closed, gently plucking the strings of his guitar, letting them sound like lullabies, softly humming along.

you and leon met for the first time at his place.

your boyfriend left you sitting on the huge, comfortable couch in the living room, waiting for him.

that was when the silver-haired man stepped through the door and found you sitting in his living room. you were absentmindedly playing with your polished nails, your hair falling over part of your face, the thin straps of your dress resting delicately against your shoulders.

so pretty.

he wondered who you were. probably just another one of his rebellious son’s many “friends.” leon was used to seeing girls around the house, but none of them looked like you.

his son wouldn’t have such good taste to be dating someone like you.

“hello?”

“oh—hi! sorry, i ended up using your couch.”

“make yourself comfortable. hope you don’t mind me asking, but who are you?”

“i’m chris’s girlfriend.. nice to meet you, sir.”

he wanted to warn you about his son. he knew chris—knew exactly how reckless the boy could be—and he didn’t want you getting hurt. but why the hell was he even caring so much about some stranger?

"good luck. you're going to need it."

you started going over to his house more often, whenever your boyfriend invited you. but even though chris was supposed to be the focus, your attention kept drifting to leon and the way he carried himself.

kennedy is a gentleman. when he knows you’ll be spending the afternoon, he sends the kitchen staff away and prepares a delicious meal with his own hands, carrying it out to you on a tray in the garden.

"dad, bring me a tray too!”

"you’ve got two healthy legs, boy. get your ass up and go fetch it yourself."

if you ever had trouble tying your sneaker, leon would kneel in front of you almost instantly. his arms were outlined against his shirt. Half of the fabric was rolled up, revealing a bit of kennedy’s fair skin. the veins stood out, and you felt your leg go weak.

“let me do this for you.”

if he hears you complaining to chris that one of your dresses ripped, with a tempting pout on your face, the next day he goes out looking for dresses made of better fabric.

"i hope you like it."

"mr. kennedy, you really didn’t have to—"

"someone needs to teach you how to say thank you. just accept it, please."

"thank you.. leon." you take the bags in your hands, a shy smile on your face. tilting your head to the side, you ask the man, "why are you so sweet to me?"

“i like you. more than you think.”

but if there’s one thing he hates, it’s when things slip out of his control—and that workday had been full of that. things slipping through his fingers, and there was nothing he could do to fix all the sloppy work and communication failures that made the company lose important clients.

the moment he sank into the padded seat of his car, wolfhard couldn’t think about anything but you.

in the stupid doll that you are, always at the mercy of everything he says or does with your poor soul.

he called you on the way and waited patiently for you to pick up. she must be making dinner, finn thought to himself.

“hello, finn?”

“the food can wait. go to the bedroom and lie on the floor. naked. wait for me.”

“ok.”

in moments like these, you didn't argue back like you usually did, because the tone of his voice made it clear that this was serious. finn clearly hadn't had a good day and was going to use you, use your defenseless body to relieve everything he was feeling.

and you would willingly let him do whatever he pleased.

minutes later, wolfhard was home. he didn’t remove a single piece of clothing to make himself more comfortable. quite the opposite.

the high, thin-heeled boot on his foot was exactly what he intended to use on you.

"how obedient you are," he says as he opens the bedroom door and finds you just as he had requested over the phone.

your body was lying on the fuzzy carpet of the room without a single piece of clothing. the light that illuminated your silhouette was from the lamp.

"how was your day, finn?

"you know… depending on people is awful. especially when they’re nothing but fools." he spoke deliberately, stepping closer. the sound of his heels against the floor made your throat tighten.

“i’m sorry ‘bout that.”

"i didn’t ask anything. keep your words to yourself."

he lifted one of his feet and moved it toward your breasts. the thin tip touched your nipple, making you sigh.

"today i felt like crushing my employees with this boot. but i thought about it and maybe would be more fun to do it to you..."

he lowers his foot to your stomach and presses down a little harder with his heel, maintaining a calm posture as if he were doing nothing.

“ ‘think it's good that you're really wet, or you'll end up hurting yourself trying to get my cock in."

his foot was now touching one of your thighs. before moving away, he gave the area a few light kicks. a silent signal telling you to get up off the floor and position yourself on the bed.

you lay down holding your thighs so that you were wide open. you weren't wet enough and you knew it, so at least you needed to be in a more favorable position.

finn finally took off his boots and just pulled down his pants, without removing his clothes completely.

"you’re really a whore, aren't you? letting me use your pussy to relieve my stress."

he was incredibly hard and rubbed his cock against your thighs before thrusting it into your pussy without warning. the unexpected penetration and lack of lubrication made you moan loudly.

"i warned you. now deal with it."

wolfhard held your legs with his own hands and thrust his cock deep inside you frantically. as the minutes passed, the pre-cum from both of you made a wet mess on the bed sheet.

desperate moans of pain mixed with pleasure escaped her mouth. to try to silence you, finn pressed one of his large hands against your mouth to muffle the sounds, not stopping even for a moment with his thrusts into your sensitive pussy.

"finn, please.. you're going too fast..”

"shot the fuck up. i don't care.”

he came inside you. sighing heavily, he pulled away without caring whether you had an orgasm or not. he used you for his own pleasure only.

finn zipped up his pants and gave you a peaceful smile before leaving the room.

i care, he thought.

but at that moment, he was hating everything. hating his job, hating you.

“take a shower and meet me in the kitchen. i’ll finish dinner.”

and left you lying there alone, too weak to get up.

in recent days, mike felt like a teenager who still didn't know how to deal with his own hormones, desperately searching for something to relieve the erection between his legs that insisted on appearing from the moment he entered the room and came into contact with your things.

it had been agreed between the two of you to split the chores so that it wouldn’t be too much for either side, and that included doing the laundry and leaving it out to dry.

holding your panties and bras in his hands was not easy, and many times he thought about keeping your underwear so he could smell your scent and feel the texture of the delicate lace. until he finally had the courage to do it.

and at that very moment, he was lying on his own bed with his pants around his knees. mike held your panties firmly against his face with one hand while using the other hand to jerk off.

the boy's mind was filled with images of you in every possible position, naked. mike wasn't ashamed to moan and let the coquettish sounds echo through the room because he was alone.

at least he thought he was.

when mike opened his eyes for a moment, he saw your tired figure enter the room, and for a few seconds you just looked at each other before you quickly closed the door again.

“shit—“

wheeler cursed to himself. without thinking about anything else, he just hid your panties under his pillow, got dressed, ran to the door and knocked on it, indicating that you could come in.

"look, i’m really sorry for coming back early without letting you know, okay? i could’ve at least sent a message—"

"no! i should be the one apologizing."

as usual, he helped you with your bags and backpack. after that, the atmosphere between you two was obviously tense. all your tiredness seemed to vanish because of the situation, but not knowing what to say, you quickly headed for the shower.

you liked it. you found that scene extremely sexy and almost joined him, but you had no idea how to tell this to michael.

in your pajamas and with wet hair, you returned to the room and found the dark-haired boy eating the waffles, barely chewing as he hurried to swallow. he clearly still nervous.

"mikey.. you don’t really need to worry so much about it, you know?"

"’m really sorry about that. i feel bad that you had to see something like.. that."

you crouched down and sat next to him, placing one of your hands on mike’s cheek. the way he rested his face against your hand with a lost, puppy-like look made you want to explode.

"it’s okay. i promise."

a silence settled over the room. you spent a few minutes gathering the courage to ask something that had been stuck in your throat, feeling your face burn even before you opened your mouth.

"um… the panties you were holding… was it mine?"

fuck.

he looked away from you, not knowing what to say. but after all, what other answer could he give besides the truth? it was obvious anyway.

“yes.”

he pressed his lips together and waited for your response, worried that you might want to pull away from him out of anger or disgust at the whole situation.

but you smiled. and more than that, you moved dangerously close.

"if you ever need help in moments like that, i volunteer myself."

you noticed a different look from wheeler in your direction. a look that was always affectionate became desire in its purest form.

mike grabbed both your wrists with just one of his hands and guided your body from then on. he pressed his lips onto yours eagerly, giving you a wet kiss.

“mikey..”

“shh.”

wheeler ran his tongue down your neck, shoulders and breasts, biting and sucking the freshly washed skin, hitting your weak spots as if you both had done this before.

as he moved his mouth down your body, mike removed your pajamas, leaving you completely naked.

"hard nipples, hm? looks like you want this as much as i do.”

he teased. with his long fingers moving up and down your wet pussy, he played with your breasts at the same time. mike spits, rubs his face on them, sucks and runs the tip of his tongue over your sensitive nipples, mesmerized by the way they moved and also by the way you reacted with moans and spasms with each of his movements.

"’can't wait... i’ll suck you off whenever you want, but right now i need to get inside you."

you nodded frantically. you also wanted to feel him inside. mike finally took off all the clothes covering his body right in front of you, and your anxiety increased even more at the sight.

now you could see his member. it wasn't that thick, but it was long and deliciously wet with precum on the tip.

"all fours.”

like a pet, you leaned your body against the table on the floor, removing the remains of coffee and waffles that were still there, without caring about the cleaning you would have to do afterward.

"you have no idea how many times i’ve imagined this scene."

his face was burning with anxiety and lust. before thrusting, he grabbed his own cock and slowly rubbed the tip against the entrance of your pussy.

"mike.. do it."

wheeler grabbed your hair by the roots and pulled it back, leaving his free hand on your butt. without any mercy, he thrust his cock into you fiercely, squeezing your skin tightly. in the blink of an eye, the shy and gentle boy turned into a man desperate for you, for your body.

you stayed in this position for several minutes until he decided to turn your body around, leaving your back resting against the wood of the small table.

he wanted to see your breasts bounce with the impact. he wanted to see your beautiful eyes roll back.

he wanted to cum on your breasts as he had dreamed of doing many times, and he had to get up at dawn to calm himself down.

in this new position, he continued to fuck you, lifting your legs up and getting a dirty view of your small, sweaty, marked body. your pussy gripping him.

so fucking well.

"cum f’me, love."

it was the first time he had called you that. not very romantic, but just right to make you pour all your cum to him.

and just like in his dreams, he filled your breasts with his cum.

at the same small table where you ate your meals and played rpg, wheeler, your roommate, ate you out.