─★ ˙ ̟ 𝕰𝕷 𝕽𝕰𝖄 𝕯𝕰𝕷 𝕸𝖀𝕹𝕯

The unforgivable sigh that fell from her lips gave her away the second his fingertips felt just how much of an effect he had on her- those tight movements on her little sweet spot made way for a breathy moan and a pathetic gaze aimed up toward the musician… just before she allowed her hand to find the hardness underneath his stage attire. She couldn’t be the only one being teased, right? So she thought.. it was only fair. Even in her constant stubbornness, Whitney was happily giving him all the power; he was proving to know exactly how to work it.

“I like begging for you..”

The words poured out with ease— it wasn’t a lie; not even close. Using a firm but gentle pressure, Whitney’s hand slowly palmed over the bulge beneath fabric, that thump from between her legs growing even more with anticipation for what was to come. Those chocolate hues turned into those of a siren, as best as they could while he worked her clit.

a lover at heart . where love is consumption . love is stifling . a smothering feeling that leaves no room for air to find solace within the confinements of his lungs . and she makes it even more suffocating by the way her hands travel . the way her heavy lidded gaze peers up to him with that similar desire . it grows to be an even more gruesome task to tease . eager to simply watch the way she unravels before his very eyes . a low groan that emits from the back of his throat the very second she begins to palm at him .

" fuck , i need to feel you , " muttered through gritted teeth . an all too familiar burning sensation beneath the palms of his hands . a greediness that felt all consuming . a mind clouded and needy . a silent begging in the back of his mind for a little more .

and solely by the way she begs for relief does he find himself at her mercy . he'll let her win , just this once . the hand at her heat removed just to allow his fingers to drag against the expanse of her lesser lip , whilst his free hand is preoccupied with the undoing of his pants .

cargos pooling at his feet , he doesn't hesitate to sink himself into her . a heavy breath that slips from past his lips as he savors the feeling of her . his hands sliding around her waist , hoisting her up with her back flush against the wall . his head dipping down , finding solace within the crook of her neck .

Nate was dangerous and he was known for his wild behavior and his nights out with different people and he liked it but he wanted something else and he found it with the other male. They were dangerous for each other and Nate felt like he was able to be himself and just not hide behind the name and image he created for himself Tyler angel .

the position mateo has found himself in is in opposition of any position he'd put himself prior to colliding into nate . he's always held the upper hand , always been the one with all the power . there's a fumbling sort of clumsiness that exudes from mateo with every interaction shared . a confusion that bleeds deep , because this nauseating feeling of both weakness and vulnerability is being felt in shades deeper than he's ever known .

montgomery wasn't sure whether what he was hearing was wishful thinking but that did sound an awful lot like a description of him. mateo had just said that he felt safe with him... he chuckled. "you mean me or somethin'?" it was out of his mouth before he could think about it, and his smile turned a little stiffer. nervous. what if mateo said no? what if he said yes? shit.

that they're both different from their living room floor days, the ones where they're talking about the music and the shitty roles that she's gotten. that things change at the speed of light, and for all of them, all it took as that ONE LUCKY BREAK to change everything.

here they stand at the edge of hers. already like, getting there with being famous, but it's more like. what kind of jobs she gets to audition for, the kind of work that people remember her for. more than that, it's also what people choose to ask her, say of her, how the worst that they can manage to sum up about her lately is that she's undeserving, and fuck if rue didn't also think THAT SHIT WAS TRUE. "dooooon't worry. too many eyes are on us to go properly missing anyways." there's a sucking of her teeth, that hiss of it that ends in a peering grin. "listen, if the movie's good? they won't notice either way until the end when they're like, looking for a back to pat. or until jenkins wants someone to answer the hard questions." there's a wince at the mention of the director ; teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, even if she's not supposed to with the gloss that she's got on, still a bundle of nervous habits, small rituals. "let's get a drink before i like, throw up from nerves."

and it all becomes so blindingly apparent when he looks to her , all dolled up and nervous . smitten kind of look in his eyes as he gazes towards her . he knows everyone else can see it , but he only cares to know whether she truly feels the extent of his admiration .

maybe he worries for it though, with how his head comes to rest on hers, that groan that sounds pinched and suggestive, avery reaching up to swipe at his face. "you're terrible-" laughing aloud, turning her head to press a kiss against his chest. "HARDLY. you're the original inspiration for it, aren't you? besides, maybe we both need a reintroduction to what kind of trouble vegas brings. you, me, let's crash someone's high roller party and fuck up someone's whole life. and if all goes to plan? you and me, we'll get married in some shitty chapel and wake up with dice rings and no memory of how we got a fucking cop car out front. or in another country. ooh! i like the idea of that. could you imagine if we ended up in morocco or something like that by morning?"

a little red string that keeps the both of them tangled together , and how he's never really felt more himself when he's around her . it's a beautiful dynamic that was never really supposed to make sense to anyone except themselves . nothing they did was ever done to be digestible to the public . they never once intended on being palatable .

"why don't you tell me what you like?" montgomery said and then shook his head. "i mean what kinda person." he said, his blush not leaving his cheeks. "maybe bein' your wingman will cheer me up." he added.

there's a certain comfort found in the touch of the other . a smile that graces mateo's features , slowly & gradually . " i really appreciate that . i never really feel alone with you around , " he hums , a rosy hue adorning the apples of his cheeks , mirroring the way a familiar blush finds solace upon montgomery .

He was a jealous little creature and he wanted him more than anything in this world and the rock star was dangerous and he had a reputation for being out of control and just being with anyone and everyone and using drugs all the time .but he was talented and that was what made everyone want him and want to hear his music.

they were at the hotel and Nate just finished his concert and it was amazing. And he decided to stake his claim on him and show him that he was dangerous and would protect him from the bad in the world..but who would protect him from Nate ? That was something he didn't want to think about someone taking him from him and that would be dangerous and just fucked up .dark eyes met the others as he moved closer to him wanting what he wanted when he wanted it.

it's always been such a gruesome industry . one that's enabled mateo to act with a kind of vengeful violence , clawing his way to the very top . resilience has always been embedded within the confinements of his very existence , and he's never once hesitated to live his unaltered truth . his name forever plastered on internet tabloids for being a hurricane of a man . always so destructive , an inability to remain satiated whenever the chaos had subsided .

maybe it's the reason why mateo had collided with nate . similar in a sense that there's a darkness that settles around them . they're different shades of darkness , and mateo would never admit to it . . . but he finds himself on edge , just as much as he finds himself magnetized . there's a certain unpredictability that mateo senses when he looks to nate . it's the not knowing and total loss of control that leaves mateo fumbling & vulnerable .

        Everything in Polly’s life could be considered perfect. She lived in an immaculate house, just like she dreamed of as a child. A successful job in real estate that affords her any luxury she desires. She has a close relationship with her family. And, of course, not to be forgotten, the dream fiancé. Who was out of town for work regularly, but he still attended to her every need.

        Polly didn’t need to leave her hometown to accomplish her dreams. She liked her home, and it had everything she required. Never once did she think of going – except for trips or excursions. Overall, she considered herself happy. Even if sometimes her thoughts lingered on a youth spent with a particular boy who ran off without a word long ago. Never to be seen again except on the cover of magazines, or so she thought.

        The beautiful midwestern day that Polly was enjoying suddenly shifted. As the boy – now the man who haunted her dreams crashed into her. At first, she thought it was one of those wayward visions. After all, secretly, she kept up with his career. She wanted to know how he was doing. The pint-sized bombshell stood stunned; the painted mouth hung a gap.

        “Did not know you were going to be in town.” It’s the first thing Polly thinks to say. Then she curses herself for saying something so stupid. Why would she know? All of a sudden, she feels tongue-tied – awkward. He looks more handsome in person than he does splashed on the cover of magazines. Or perhaps that is just her bias.

        Almost instinctively, Polly wishes to hide the huge rock on her petite fingers. Then she immediately feels guilty because she loves her fiancé. But there was always something left unspoken between her and Mateo. “No, no I’m not hurt or anything. Uh, how have you been?”

and he always knew better than to really keep tabs , because he always knew how life went . someone gets married , runs off and starts a family , and he's reminded of the fact that he feels so far off from the people who once shaped his entire life . he'd remind himself that he simply took a different path . as if it lessened the blow of everyone seeming to find their place in life , and how no matter the success he'd garnered . . . he'd still never fully feel good enough .

she's still as beautiful as she's ever been , and he's fumbling for words for just a short moment . seeing her is also getting hit with a wave of neglected memories & emotions . things he hasn't thought too hard about in quite some time . all the time they spent together in the ache of adolescence and how they always seemed to dance around the truth . just close enough to touch but not close enough to really love .

" yeah , uh . it was kind of impulsive to come home . i didn't even really expect to be here , " he'll laugh nervously , a hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck . " i've been good . busy . how have you been ? it's been so long , hasn't it ? "

even in the midst of the chaos there is peace and cassie does not know what to say except to just listen to mateo because he has the most experience. that was this was all about in the famous world: cultivating experience. not letting the little shit bother you like tabloids and paparazzi and for just a second she is jealous of her counterpart. it is no secret the media was harsher on women then they are men. she gives a nod at his statement it did take time. and suddenly cassie's brain is distracted by the possibility of what song to wow the crowd with tonight she could already search her name on tik tok and see such positive reviews and also the reviews of her dating mateo in secret and though she does have a crush on him she does not want to go that route just yet and she is positive her publicist would not be happy either. she was supposed to be here for exposure but she is hoping she also gained a long term friend. " i was thinking something hype.. i've been working on something for a few days now but not sure if it is ready.. but sometimes you have to get the people going with new content. maybe i can play it for you after this? " she questions becoming hopeful even though he has never shot her down before and she reaches over pink straw in her mouth finishing the rest of her smoothie.

He was right. Whitney was crumbling under his touch.

With a mind completely in a whirl, feeling dizzy with both adoration and fiery lust, it was becoming more and more difficult for the girl to hold onto her sense of control— all the sass and words she had before for him? Gone. Mateo showered her in kisses and touch that had her in a haze, never wanting to leave this world of intimacy with this person she’s known for… god, time was a new concept as she realized that they’d only met a mere twenty minutes or so prior; but this man had Whitney feeling like she’d known him in many lives before this one, uncaring toward the reality of the situation. It didn’t matter- nothing mattered, when another line of condescending flattery was coming from his pretty mouth.

Shaky hands fell slowly down his strong arms, a new gleam in her hues as his hand wandered down to where she needed him — the thump, thump of her heart pounding inside her chest then matched the rhythm between her legs, and with his fingers dancing so delicately above the last barrier between him and her arousal… she was putty in his hands.

A visible shudder rang through her body, completely and fully at his mercy with those words— music to her ears, her hips moved forward into his fingers, needing something- anything.

and he feels the way this desire burns beneath his skin , and how her body begs to be touched with her lips shortly speaking the confessions that beat roughly within the confinements of her ribcage . a smirk that plays at his lips , because hearing her pleas for more is a sinful melody he could find himself stuck on .

while one hand is tugging at the feeble fabric of her soaked panties , the other is carding a hand through her hair , moving the honeyed tresses from her face to really see her . to watch the way her features tense in pleasure when he's finally given in to her pleas . " you're so fucking pretty when you beg , " he coos , always so taunting when the power falls into his hands .

calloused hands part her thighs , demanding & eager to match her energy . fingers gently brushing against her folds , her arousal slick against his skin . biting back a groan that forms in the very base of his throat in reaction to the way she essentially melts in his hands . it's a carnal desire that swallows him up whole , and he teeters on the verge of fully losing himself in her . in this heated moment .