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backstage, dancers were already peeling off jackets and throwing themselves into exhausted congratulations, crew members were rolling cables away from the wings, and someone had opened a bottle of sparkling water like it was champagne. but you barely noticed any of it.

you stood near the edge of the loading corridor with your dance bag hanging from one shoulder, still breathing hard from the final number, and watched daniela disappear through a doorway with her friends without looking back. it was the same thing she had been doing for weeks. every time you tried to catch her eye, she found something else to look at. every time you approached her, she suddenly had somewhere to be. messages went unanswered for hours, sometimes days, and whenever you asked if something was wrong, she gave you the same vague little smile and said she was tired.

you had spent the entire european leg pretending that it didn’t bother you, telling yourself that she was under pressure, that touring was exhausting, that there had to be some reasonable explanation. but tonight, after the last european show, after months of trying to be patient, something inside you finally snapped.

you waited until most of the dancers had gone upstairs before leaving the dressing area, walking through the hotel corridor with your jaw clenched and your hands shoved into the pockets of your hoodie. the hotel was unusually quiet after the chaos of the arena.

everyone had been told that there would be no immediate travel, no flights in the morning, no frantic packing before sunrise. the american leg was still a month away, and the group would remain in denmark for a few days before everyone scattered for their breaks. that should have made things easier, go take your mind off dani with sightseeing. instead, it made the silence feel unbearable because there was nowhere she had to rush off to. no excuse about rehearsals, no soundcheck, no airport, no stage call. if dani wanted to talk, she could talk. if she wanted to explain herself, she could. and if she didn’t, then you deserved to know that too.

you stopped outside her room and stared at the number for several seconds, feeling your anger compete with the part of you that still hoped she would open the door and somehow make the entire month of silence make sense.

eventually, you knocked, waiting a few seconds, and nothing. you knocked again, harder this time, and finally heard movement on the other side. the door opened just enough for dani to look through the gap, her expression immediately changing when she saw you.

“what are you doing here?” she asked quietly.

you stared at her. “trying to figure out why you haven’t spoken to me properly in weeks.”

her eyes dropped toward the floor. “it’s late.”

“i know.” your voice was sharper than you intended, but you didn’t soften it. “that’s not an answer.”

for a moment neither of you said anything. dani eventually stepped aside, allowing you into the room, and closed the door behind you. her suitcase was open on the bed even though there was nowhere she needed to go yet, clothes folded in uneven piles beside it. the curtains were partly open, revealing the faint glow of copenhagen beyond the glass.

she looked exhausted, but you were too angry to let exhaustion become another excuse. “you’ve been avoiding me,” you said.

dani crossed her arms. “i haven’t.”

“yes, you have.”

“i’ve been busy.”

“we’ve all been busy.” the words came out immediately. “we’ve all been on this tour. we’ve all been sleeping four hours a night and doing rehearsals and shows and interviews. somehow everyone else still manages to speak to me.”

dani looked away, and that small movement made your frustration burn hotter.

“look at me.” she didn’t. “dani, look at me.” eventually she did, and there was something in her expression that made your anger falter for half a second. she looked guilty. not annoyed, not confused, not indifferent; guilty. “why?” you asked. “why have you been doing this?”

she swallowed. “because i didn’t know what else to do.”

“that’s supposed to make me feel better?”

“no.” she rubbed her forehead and sighed. “i know it doesn’t.”

you took a step back, shaking your head. “then what am i supposed to think? you can’t disappear on someone for two weeks and expect them to just stand there and pretend it’s normal.”

dani sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. “after the london show, i realised things were getting complicated.”

you laughed once, bitterly. “complicated.”

“don’t,” she pleaded.

“that’s all you’ve got?” you asked. “you vanish, barely speak to me, avoid me backstage, and then when i finally ask you what’s happening, it’s ‘complicated’?”

the room went quiet again. outside, a car moved along the street below, headlights briefly crossing the ceiling before disappearing. you paced toward the window and back, unable to stand still. you had spent days swallowing your frustration, trying not to make a scene in front of the other dancers or the group, trying not to let anyone notice that something was wrong. now that the door was closed and there was nobody watching, you didn’t see any reason to keep pretending.

the silence in the room became a physical weight, pressing against your chest until the anger and the longing fused into a single, volatile impulse. you stopped pacing and looked at her, really looked at her, sitting there on the edge of the bed, looking small, yet infuriatingly distant. the guilt in her eyes was the catalyst.

you didn’t want explanations anymore; you wanted to erase the distance that had grown between you over the last few weeks.

you surged forward, the movement sudden and predatory. before she could even gasp, your hand cupped the back of her neck and you pulled her into a kiss that tasted of desperation and resentment. it wasn’t a gentle request; it was a claim.

daniela was caught off guard, her body stiffening for a split second, but as the heat of the kiss ignited, she melted. she kissed you back with a ferocity that betrayed exactly how much she had missed this, her hands clutching at your hoodie as if she were drowning and you were the only thing keeping her afloat.

you broke the kiss just enough to breathe, your foreheads resting against each other, both of you panting. your voice was low, dangerous. “do you want me?”

dani didn't hesitate. she nodded frantically, her eyes wide and clouded with a hunger that mirrored your own. “yes.”

“take off your clothes,” you commanded.

the authority in your voice sent a visible shiver through her. as she began to peel away her layers, you watched as she took off her red lacy bra, feeling your dick harden. you moved toward the bed, and with one sweep of your arm, you pushed her open suitcase and the piles of neatly folded clothes off the mattress, sending them scattering across the floor in a chaotic heap. “i’ll clean them up later,” you muttered, though neither of you cared about the mess.

you laid her back onto the sheets, her skin pale against the fabric, her chest heaving. you didn't go for the main event immediately; you wanted her desperate. you wanted her to feel every second of the tension you had been carrying for a month.

you slid down her body, your hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide, exposing her completely to the dim light of the hotel room. as you pressed your face against her, the scent of her arousal hit you like a drug. you started slow, your tongue tracing the sensitive edges of her folds, teasing her with light, flicking motions that made her hips jerk upward in a frantic search for more pressure.

then, you dove in. you buried your face in her, your tongue working with a relentless, rhythmic precision. you focused on her clit, swirling and sucking with an intensity that had dani screaming into the pillows, her fingers digging into the mattress, into your scalp, anything that she could grip. you used your tongue to create a vacuum, pulling at her until she was sobbing, her breath coming in jagged, broken gasps.

while your mouth continued its assault, you slid two fingers deep inside her. she was already slick, drenched from the mere anticipation of you, and you used that to your advantage. you curved your fingers upward, hitting the g-spot with a steady, grinding motion that complemented the suction of your mouth. the combination was overwhelming; dani was shaking, her legs trembling violently as you played her like an instrument, driving her closer and closer to a peak she couldn't escape.

you could feel her muscles pulsing around your fingers, the internal contractions signaling that she was right on the edge. you didn't let her cross it yet; you slowed down just enough to keep her hovering, teasing her with light kisses and shallow thrusts of your fingers, making her beg for the release.

“please,” she whimpered, her voice broken. “please, i can’t...i need you.”

you looked up at her, seeing the absolute surrender in her expression— the same woman who had spent weeks avoiding you was now completely undone beneath you, begging for the very thing that would shatter her. you smiled against her skin, knowing that she was finally ready for your cock.

you paused your ministrations and slid back up her body, enjoying the way her skin pebbled beneath your touch. you positioned yourself between her legs, your own sweatpants already tenting from the sheer arousal of having her at your mercy.

with a deliberate slowness, you gripped the hem of your hoodie and pulled it over your head, revealing your torso. the air was cool against your skin, but it paled in comparison to the heat emanating from dani's body. you tossed the hoodie aside carelessly and moved to push down your sweatpants, your cock springing free and slapping heavily against your stomach.

dani's eyes widened at the sight, a fresh wave of lust washing over her features. she licked her lips unconsciously, as if already tasting you on her tongue.

"beg me," you growled, your voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body.

"please," she whispered, her hands reaching for you, desperate to feel your skin against hers. "please fuck me, yn. i need your cock inside me, stretching me, filling me. i miss it-i need you to make me forget everything but your name."

the words were like gasoline on a fire, igniting something primal within you. you grabbed her hips roughly and yanked her toward you, positioning the tip of your cock at her entrance. "is this what you want?" you asked, your tone a challenge.

"Yes," she breathed, nodding frantically. "yes, please, i need it. i need you."

you rewarded her with a slow, deliberate thrust, sinking into her wet heat inch by inch. a guttural moan tore from your throat at the sensation— she was so tight, so warm, and the way she stretched around you was pure ecstasy.

when you were fully sheathed inside her, you paused, savoring the feeling of her walls fluttering around your shaft. dani's back arched off the bed, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she adjusted to the size of you.

"fuck," she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut. "you're so big. i feel so full."

"and you love it, huh?" you replied, your voice dark with satisfaction. "you love feeling me stretch this pretty little pussy, don't you?"

"yes," she whimpered, her hips rolling against yours instinctively. "fuck yes."

you began to move then, pulling out slowly before slamming back in with a force that shook the bed frame. dani cried out, her nails raking down your back as you set a brutal pace, pounding into her with an intensity that bordered on punishing.

the room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, punctuated by dani's moans and your grunts of pleasure. you angled your hips to hit that spot inside her that made her seeing stars, your cock drilling into her g-spot with each thrust.

"you're mine," you growled, your hand tangling in her hair and forcing her to look at you. "this pussy belongs to me. say it."

"i'm yours," she panted, her eyes hazy with pleasure. "my pussy is yours, y/n. all yours."

daniela’s nails dug deeper into your back, leaving jagged crescents in their wake as you pounded into her with a relentless force. she was moaning directly into your ear, her breath hot and ragged, spurring you on to push further, harder, and deeper. your thrusts became rougher, jarring her entire frame against the sheets until tears of sheer overstimulation began to prick at the corners of her eyes. “more,” she whimpered, the word barely a breath.

you smirked down at her, watching the way her expression blurred between pleasure and complete surrender. “more?” you questioned, your voice a low, dangerous rumble. she nodded frantically, her hair splayed across the pillow like a curly, dark halo with white highlights. “isn’t this enough?”

“n-no. more, please,” daniela gasped, her head snapping back with a sharp cry when you thrusted deeper than before, hitting a spot that made her entire body go rigid. “so good. so- please.”

“you’re so greedy, dani,” you degraded, your tone dripping with a cold sort of ownership. “sucking me in so deep and you still want more. such a pathetic little slut.”

the words seemed to fuel her, her hips arching upward to meet every blow as she sought to consume every inch of you. you gripped her hips, your fingers bruising the pale skin, pinning her down as you accelerated the pace. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, rhythmic and primal, drowning out everything but the sound of her desperate sobbing moans.

you leaned down, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark, marking her as yours while you drove her toward the edge, before you kissed the teeth marks to soothe it. she was shaking now, her muscles twitching in a frantic rhythm, her voice breaking as she begged for the release you were teasingly withholding. you slowed down for a heartbeat, hovering just at the threshold, watching her eyes glaze over with a need so intense it looked like pain.

“please,” she choked out, “i can’t. i need to- fuck, cum”

“you’ll take exactly what i give you,” you whispered, before slamming back into her with an intensity that shattered her composure completely.

you leaned closer, your lips brushing against her damp skin, your voice a cruel whisper that cut through her haze of pleasure. “what if your fans knew how much of a slut you are? what if they saw you like this, begging and shaking under me? what would they think then?”

the thought of her curated image being shattered by the reality of her desperation sent a jolt through her. daniela’s eyes rolled back into her head, her mind fracturing under the weight of the shame and the ecstasy. she had never felt this good; no matter how many times you had hooked up, every single encounter felt like a new descent into something darker and more addictive— maybe next time she should ignore you more. she was completely undone, her voice a broken sob as she begged to finally cum.

you didn't give her the release immediately. instead, you reached down, your hand sliding over her slick heat to find the center of her pleasure. you began to rub her clit with a precise, agonising rhythm, teasing the very edge of her endurance. dani couldn't hold back any longer; she let out a strangled cry and arched her back violently, her body convulsing as she finally came, the orgasm crashing over her in waves that left her shaking and gasping for air.

as her peak began to fade, you felt yours approaching and started to pull out, intending to avoid finishing inside her. but the moment you shifted, daniela let out a small, desperate sob, her legs locking around your waist to keep you trapped.

“no, please,” she whimpered, her voice trembling with a raw, needy intensity. “inside. please, give it to me inside.”

you let out a low, dark laugh at her desperation, the sound vibrating against her chest. the request only fueled your own hunger. without another word, your thrusts picked back up, harder and more erratic than before, driving yourself deep into her as you reclaimed the rhythm, determined to leave her completely marked by the experience.

the tension reached a breaking point soon after as you drove yourself into her one last time, your own release hitting you with a violent force. as you came, the sheer intensity of it triggered something inside daniela; she felt herself cumming again, her body reacting in a sudden, explosive surge. she squirted all over your lower stomach, her muscles clamping around you in tight, rhythmic spasms that made your head spin.

for several long minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy, synchronised thrum of your hearts. slowly, the storm subsided. dani stopped panting, her limbs going heavy and limp as the adrenaline faded into a warm, hazy exhaustion.

you carefully pulled out of her, the silence of the room returning. you leaned over her, your expression softening as you gently brushed the damp strands of hair away from her face. using your thumb, you wiped away the lingering tears of pleasure and frustration from her cheeks. “i wasn’t too mean, was i?” you murmured, a trace of that smirk still playing on your lips.

dani let out a weak, shaky breath, shaking her head slowly. “you’re so fucking lucky we don’t have any more shows for a month,” she whispered, her voice raspy and strained. she made a tentative attempt to sit up, but her body betrayed her.

as she tried to push herself up, her legs began to shake uncontrollably, giving out beneath her and sending her sliding back into the mattress. you let out a genuine laugh at the sight of her instability, the image of the poised, powerful performer reduced to a trembling mess.

“i’ll go run you a bath,” you said, your voice returning to a more tender tone as you stood up and stepped away from the bed.

dani didn't even have the strength to reply; she simply hummed a soft, tired sound of approval, letting herself collapse back onto the sheets, completely spent and utterly conquered.

once the bath was run, the bathroom filling with a thick, floral-scented steam that blurred the edges of the room, you returned to the bedroom. you scooped dani up in your arms, her body feeling light and fragile in your grip, and carried her carefully into the bathroom. you gently lowered her into the warm water, watching as she let out a long, shaky sigh of relief when the heat hit her aching muscles.

she leaned her head back against the rim of the tub, her eyes half-closed and glazed with a lingering haze of lust. as she settled in, she looked up at you with a mischievous, needy glint in her eyes. “can we do another round after?” she hummed, her voice sounding like honey. “prone bone?”

you couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing against the tiles. the idea that she was already craving more after you had practically broken her was both amusing and intoxicating. “we can go all night long in as many positions as you want, dani,” you replied, your voice dropping back into that low, commanding register.

at those words, dani let out a small, pathetic whimper. she felt a sudden, violent rush of heat flood back into her core, the warmth of the bath water suddenly feeling secondary to the fire you had lit inside her. she shifted her hips under the water, the friction of the tub against her sensitive skin making her breath hitch.

she watched you from the water, her gaze hungry and desperate, already counting down the seconds until you decided she had been clean for long enough to be ruined all over again.

“hey,” she mumbled, the need vanishing from her eyes for a moment. “i’m sorry for ignoring you.”

you shrugged, having worked through your resentment, “it’s okay, daniela.”

you stood a few feet away from savanna with your hands clasped behind your back, trying, and not at all succeeding, to hide the smile that’s been threatening to give everything away. the piece of fabric you’re holding is soft between your fingers, and when you finally bring your hands around in front of you, the black blindfold hangs loosely from them.

savanna notices it immediately and she tips her head to one side, her curls shifting against her shoulders as a smile begins to spread across her face. “tonight?” she asks, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion as she watches you. there isn’t any real concern in her voice, only curiosity and slight excitement, as though she’s already decided that whatever you’re planning is probably harmless.

you laugh quietly, unable to keep the grin off your face. “yup,” you promise, holding the blindfold a little higher. for a moment, you simply look at her. then, with the blindfold still resting lightly in your hands, you ask, “do you trust me?”

the question hangs comfortably between you. savanna doesn’t answer straight away, not because she’s unsure, but because she searches your face for a second, reading the excitement that’s impossible for you to hide. whatever you’re planning, she can already tell you’re far more excited about it than she is, and that makes her smile even wider. “yes,” she says simply.

you can’t help smiling back. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“you’re sure?”

there isn’t a flicker of hesitation when she nods. “i trust you.”

the words settle warmly in your chest, simple enough that they don’t need anything more. you step closer until there’s barely any space between you, lifting the blindfold so she can see it properly. “okay,” you say. “i’m just going to put this on.” she looks at the fabric before returning her attention to you with a nod. “can you lift your hair for me?”

without questioning it, she gathers her curls in both hands and lifts them away from the back of her neck. thick strands spill between her fingers as she glances at you with an amused expression. “like this?”

“perfect,” you reach forward carefully, making sure not to tug on her hair as you wrap the blindfold around the back of her neck first instead of pulling it straight over her eyes. your fingers working slowly, adjusting the fabric until it rests comfortably beneath the weight of her curls. “does that feel okay?” you ask as you make one last adjustment.

she gives a small nod. “yeah.”

“nothing’s pulling?”

“no.”

you smooth one side of the strap before smiling to yourself. “good. you can let go of your hair now.”

she releases it, and her curls fall naturally back into place, settling over the fabric until almost all of it disappears beneath the waves. you take another second to make sure everything sits comfortably before nodding, satisfied.

“okay,” you say softly. “i’m going to pull it over your eyes now.”

she stays perfectly still and with slow, careful movements as to not scratch her face with your nails, you lift the front of the blindfold and slide it gently upward until it covers her eyes. you smooth the fabric across her face, checking both sides to make sure there aren’t any gaps where light might sneak through.

“too tight?” you ask. she gives a small shake of her head. “too loose?” you adjust one corner by barely half an inch before taking a small step back to admire your work. “can you see anything?”

savanna blinks instinctively beneath the fabric before turning her head from side to side as though testing whether anything changes. after a moment, she shakes her head again. “nope.”

“you’re sure?”

“i’m sure.”

you smile, even though she can’t see it. “okay,” without making a sound, you raise your hand and hold three fingers up in front of her face. you already know she won’t get it right, but you want to be absolutely certain. “how many fingers am i holding up?”

she laughs softly, the sound filling the quiet room as she considers a question she knows she has a one in ten chance of answering correctly. after a moment, she offers her best guess. “five?”

you break into laughter for a moment before the room falls quiet again, but it’s an easy silence, one filled with the sound of shared smiles rather than words. you step closer until you’re standing right in front of her once more. reaching up carefully, you brush a loose curl away from her cheek before resting your hand there for just a moment.

then you lean forward and press a soft kiss against her lips. she whimpers into the kiss, her sense of touch being heightened slightly, trusting you completely, surrounded by nothing but darkness and the warmth of your touch.

when you break away, she smiles, “i think that was the best kiss i’ve ever had.”

you laugh softly. “yeah? should i blindfold you more?” savanna rolls her eyes from behind the fabric as you step away. she waits, anticipation building as you begin taking your clothes off until you were left bare. you reached out for something that was behind her on the bed and she shivered slightly at the cold air. “you wanna help me?”

savanna nodded quickly as you pulled the harness up to your hips. she reached out, her hands gliding down your torso to where the fabric sat on your hips and felt around until she found the buckles and pulled them tight enough so that the harness didn’t fall off your hips. when she was done, her hand slid down to grip the strap in her hands, stroking slightly.

“eager, huh?” you mumbled, “wanna get it ready for your pussy?”

the brunette licked her lips and nodded before sinking to her knees. she wasted no time, sticking her tongue out and licking a strip from base to tip that made you moan out. she smiled and began taking the strap into her mouth inch by inch. your eyes became hooded as lust filled them at the sight of savanna sucking your dick. you could cum from that alone, honestly. the sight of her bobbing up and down and the slight gags and wet noises coming from her mouth.

“okay,” you pulled back slightly, the toy slipping out of savanna’s mouth, making her whine, clenching her thighs together. “i know, baby,” you cooed at her. “stand up, sav.”

you helped her to her feet and began unbuttoning her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and unbuckling her bra. savanna whined at the cold air against her nipples as you marvelled at her in front of you. you reached forward, pinching one of them making her moan and arch her back into your touch.

“how’s it feel?” you asked, continuing to pinch and tug before switching sides. you noticed how her legs trembled ever so slightly.

“so good,” savanna moans, “i’m so sensitive already.” you pulled away, grinning as her chest tried to chase your hand.

“back or stomach?”

“back.”

you hummed at her answer and gently laid her down on the bed. you leaned over her, watching as her body tensed in anticipation. “colour?”

“green,” savanna said quickly, “please, need you so bad.”

you cooed, seeing her eyes moving beneath the blindfold and attached your lips to her jaw, kissing down her neck and to her breasts. “that’s it, baby. keep making those pretty noises for me.”

savanna did as asked, mouthing falling open with whimpers and whines as your tongue circled her nipple, switching between kitten licks and soft bites that were soothed instantly by you sucking gently.

“please, baby. i need you so bad,” savanna whimpered, “please. so- so sensitive.”

“so needy,” you tsked, sliding down her body until you were at the edge of the bed. you enjoyed teasing savanna, but you could tell by the way her thighs were clenching that she was well past that, so you relented and pulled down her sweats and panties. you stared at her sex, awestruck by how gorgeous she was. your hands flew out when she tried to clench her thighs together again due to being exposed. “nuh-uh,” you scolded before leaning down you lick a broad stripe up to her clit.

savanna bucked up into you, moaning at the feeling of your mouth where she’d been craving you. you continued licking up from her entrance to her clit, moaning at her taste as she continued bucking up into you. savanna had gone mostly limp at this point. the lack of sight had led her to be in even more anticipation than usual heightening her need for you. at this point, she was babbling pleads, teetering on the edge of release.

you didn’t want to be mean, but you wanted to watch her cum on your cock, so you pulled away. a sob tore from savanna’s mouth followed by a string of “no’s” so you rubbed her waist apologetically.

“shh,” you said softly, “i want you to cum on my cock, okay?” savanna nodded as you looked up, seeing tears slip past the bottom of the blindfold. “colour, baby?”

“g-green,” she hiccuped, “please make me cum baby.”

“relax for me then baby,” you smiled at her and pulled your hand away from her waist. savanna’s breathing got shallower as the only things she could feel was the bedsheets and the fan blowing air around the room. you lined up the tip of your strap with her entrance and thrusted in slightly without warning.

the moan savanna let out bounced off the walls as her back formed a beautiful arch. you massaged her waist, pulled out before thrusting back in. you repeated the action a few more times before settling fully inside her.

“f-fuck,” savanna moaned as she adjusted to the intrusion. you stayed still, careful not to give her more than she could handle before she was ready. when she started moving her hips slightly, you took that as your cue and pulled back until only the tip was left inside her before slowly thrusting back into her.

you repeated the action, watching as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths that mirrored your shallow thrusts. eventually, that wasn’t enough and she started begging for more. your thrusts got deeper and her moans got longer. shifting slightly, you pulled her legs up so that her feet could lock over your shoulder.

the new angle made her eyes roll back beneath the blindfold and she let out a high pitched sound. “more,” she cried out, “you’re so deep.”

“mm,” you grunted, “you like feeling me in your guts?”

savanna nodded quickly. “so good. so- more, please baby.”

you grinned at her begging and reaching your hand between where your two bodies met. savanna’s begs immediately turning into incessant babbles that made no sense. you continued circling her clit in time with your thrusts, loving the way she was writhing underneath you, pushing down to meet your hips, trying to take you deeper than was possible.

“ba-baby,” savanna panted, moans breaking through her words, “can i-can i cum?”

“you can baby girl,” you doubled your efforts, thrusts becoming faster, “cum for me.”

savanna’s body locked up, back arching painfully off the bed at your permission. she let out an ear piercing scream as you slowed down your moved, helping ride through her climax. her legs trapped you where you were. her body kept spamming for a few moments more as your hand came to a stop on her clit. your thrusts slowed down almost completely as savanna’s breathing levelled out.

you pulled out slowly, mumbling praises as savanna whined at the emptiness. “i know, shh,” you said, “you did so good for me.”

her body began to relax as you shuffling around, taking off the harness, before planting yourself next to savanna’s upper body on the bed. you sat her up slightly, gently pulling the blindfold over her hair, acknowledging that the fabric was slightly damp.

“you okay?” you asked softly, while she blinked quickly, adjusting back to the light. you kissed her forehead upon seeing the tears that clung to her eyelashes. “i’m so proud of you, you were so good for me. how was that?”

savanna whimpered slightly, subconsciously curling into you. “so good,” she said, voice trembling and hoarse from her moaning. “i’ve never- never felt like that before.”

you smiled, “yeah?”

“can we,” she gulped, suddenly getting really shy, like she was just realised that the two of you were naked, “can we do that again sometime?”

you grinned, kissing her lips, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip as she moaned into your mouth. when you broke away, you quickly pecked her lips once more before pulling away. “we can do that as often as you like.”

you stood a few feet away from savanna with your hands clasped behind your back, trying, and not at all succeeding, to hide the smile that’s been threatening to give everything away. the piece of fabric you’re holding is soft between your fingers, and when you finally bring your hands around in front of you, the black blindfold hangs loosely from them.

savanna notices it immediately and she tips her head to one side, her curls shifting against her shoulders as a smile begins to spread across her face. “tonight?” she asks, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion as she watches you. there isn’t any real concern in her voice, only curiosity and slight excitement, as though she’s already decided that whatever you’re planning is probably harmless.

you laugh quietly, unable to keep the grin off your face. “yup,” you promise, holding the blindfold a little higher. for a moment, you simply look at her. then, with the blindfold still resting lightly in your hands, you ask, “do you trust me?”

the question hangs comfortably between you. savanna doesn’t answer straight away, not because she’s unsure, but because she searches your face for a second, reading the excitement that’s impossible for you to hide. whatever you’re planning, she can already tell you’re far more excited about it than she is, and that makes her smile even wider. “yes,” she says simply.

you can’t help smiling back. “yeah?”

“yeah.”

“you’re sure?”

there isn’t a flicker of hesitation when she nods. “i trust you.”

the words settle warmly in your chest, simple enough that they don’t need anything more. you step closer until there’s barely any space between you, lifting the blindfold so she can see it properly. “okay,” you say. “i’m just going to put this on.” she looks at the fabric before returning her attention to you with a nod. “can you lift your hair for me?”

without questioning it, she gathers her curls in both hands and lifts them away from the back of her neck. thick strands spill between her fingers as she glances at you with an amused expression. “like this?”

“perfect,” you reach forward carefully, making sure not to tug on her hair as you wrap the blindfold around the back of her neck first instead of pulling it straight over her eyes. your fingers working slowly, adjusting the fabric until it rests comfortably beneath the weight of her curls. “does that feel okay?” you ask as you make one last adjustment.

she gives a small nod. “yeah.”

“nothing’s pulling?”

“no.”

you smooth one side of the strap before smiling to yourself. “good. you can let go of your hair now.”

she releases it, and her curls fall naturally back into place, settling over the fabric until almost all of it disappears beneath the waves. you take another second to make sure everything sits comfortably before nodding, satisfied.

“okay,” you say softly. “i’m going to pull it over your eyes now.”

she stays perfectly still and with slow, careful movements as to not scratch her face with your nails, you lift the front of the blindfold and slide it gently upward until it covers her eyes. you smooth the fabric across her face, checking both sides to make sure there aren’t any gaps where light might sneak through.

“too tight?” you ask. she gives a small shake of her head. “too loose?” you adjust one corner by barely half an inch before taking a small step back to admire your work. “can you see anything?”

savanna blinks instinctively beneath the fabric before turning her head from side to side as though testing whether anything changes. after a moment, she shakes her head again. “nope.”

“you’re sure?”

“i’m sure.”

you smile, even though she can’t see it. “okay,” without making a sound, you raise your hand and hold three fingers up in front of her face. you already know she won’t get it right, but you want to be absolutely certain. “how many fingers am i holding up?”

she laughs softly, the sound filling the quiet room as she considers a question she knows she has a one in ten chance of answering correctly. after a moment, she offers her best guess. “five?”

you break into laughter for a moment before the room falls quiet again, but it’s an easy silence, one filled with the sound of shared smiles rather than words. you step closer until you’re standing right in front of her once more. reaching up carefully, you brush a loose curl away from her cheek before resting your hand there for just a moment.

then you lean forward and press a soft kiss against her lips. she whimpers into the kiss, her sense of touch being heightened slightly, trusting you completely, surrounded by nothing but darkness and the warmth of your touch.

when you break away, she smiles, “i think that was the best kiss i’ve ever had.”

you laugh softly. “yeah? should i blindfold you more?” savanna rolls her eyes from behind the fabric as you step away. she waits, anticipation building as you begin taking your clothes off until you were left bare. you reached out for something that was behind her on the bed and she shivered slightly at the cold air. “you wanna help me?”

savanna nodded quickly as you pulled the harness up to your hips. she reached out, her hands gliding down your torso to where the fabric sat on your hips and felt around until she found the buckles and pulled them tight enough so that the harness didn’t fall off your hips. when she was done, her hand slid down to grip the strap in her hands, stroking slightly.

“eager, huh?” you mumbled, “wanna get it ready for your pussy?”

the brunette licked her lips and nodded before sinking to her knees. she wasted no time, sticking her tongue out and licking a strip from base to tip that made you moan out. she smiled and began taking the strap into her mouth inch by inch. your eyes became hooded as lust filled them at the sight of savanna sucking your dick. you could cum from that alone, honestly. the sight of her bobbing up and down and the slight gags and wet noises coming from her mouth.

“okay,” you pulled back slightly, the toy slipping out of savanna’s mouth, making her whine, clenching her thighs together. “i know, baby,” you cooed at her. “stand up, sav.”

you helped her to her feet and began unbuttoning her shirt, pushing it off her shoulders and unbuckling her bra. savanna whined at the cold air against her nipples as you marvelled at her in front of you. you reached forward, pinching one of them making her moan and arch her back into your touch.

“how’s it feel?” you asked, continuing to pinch and tug before switching sides. you noticed how her legs trembled ever so slightly.

“so good,” savanna moans, “i’m so sensitive already.” you pulled away, grinning as her chest tried to chase your hand.

“back or stomach?”

“back.”

you hummed at her answer and gently laid her down on the bed. you leaned over her, watching as her body tensed in anticipation. “colour?”

“green,” savanna said quickly, “please, need you so bad.”

you cooed, seeing her eyes moving beneath the blindfold and attached your lips to her jaw, kissing down her neck and to her breasts. “that’s it, baby. keep making those pretty noises for me.”

savanna did as asked, mouthing falling open with whimpers and whines as your tongue circled her nipple, switching between kitten licks and soft bites that were soothed instantly by you sucking gently.

“please, baby. i need you so bad,” savanna whimpered, “please. so- so sensitive.”

“so needy,” you tsked, sliding down her body until you were at the edge of the bed. you enjoyed teasing savanna, but you could tell by the way her thighs were clenching that she was well past that, so you relented and pulled down her sweats and panties. you stared at her sex, awestruck by how gorgeous she was. your hands flew out when she tried to clench her thighs together again due to being exposed. “nuh-uh,” you scolded before leaning down you lick a broad stripe up to her clit.

savanna bucked up into you, moaning at the feeling of your mouth where she’d been craving you. you continued licking up from her entrance to her clit, moaning at her taste as she continued bucking up into you. savanna had gone mostly limp at this point. the lack of sight had led her to be in even more anticipation than usual heightening her need for you. at this point, she was babbling pleads, teetering on the edge of release.

you didn’t want to be mean, but you wanted to watch her cum on your cock, so you pulled away. a sob tore from savanna’s mouth followed by a string of “no’s” so you rubbed her waist apologetically.

“shh,” you said softly, “i want you to cum on my cock, okay?” savanna nodded as you looked up, seeing tears slip past the bottom of the blindfold. “colour, baby?”

“g-green,” she hiccuped, “please make me cum baby.”

“relax for me then baby,” you smiled at her and pulled your hand away from her waist. savanna’s breathing got shallower as the only things she could feel was the bedsheets and the fan blowing air around the room. you lined up the tip of your strap with her entrance and thrusted in slightly without warning.

the moan savanna let out bounced off the walls as her back formed a beautiful arch. you massaged her waist, pulled out before thrusting back in. you repeated the action a few more times before settling fully inside her.

“f-fuck,” savanna moaned as she adjusted to the intrusion. you stayed still, careful not to give her more than she could handle before she was ready. when she started moving her hips slightly, you took that as your cue and pulled back until only the tip was left inside her before slowly thrusting back into her.

you repeated the action, watching as her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths that mirrored your shallow thrusts. eventually, that wasn’t enough and she started begging for more. your thrusts got deeper and her moans got longer. shifting slightly, you pulled her legs up so that her feet could lock over your shoulder.

the new angle made her eyes roll back beneath the blindfold and she let out a high pitched sound. “more,” she cried out, “you’re so deep.”

“mm,” you grunted, “you like feeling me in your guts?”

savanna nodded quickly. “so good. so- more, please baby.”

you grinned at her begging and reaching your hand between where your two bodies met. savanna’s begs immediately turning into incessant babbles that made no sense. you continued circling her clit in time with your thrusts, loving the way she was writhing underneath you, pushing down to meet your hips, trying to take you deeper than was possible.

“ba-baby,” savanna panted, moans breaking through her words, “can i-can i cum?”

“you can baby girl,” you doubled your efforts, thrusts becoming faster, “cum for me.”

savanna’s body locked up, back arching painfully off the bed at your permission. she let out an ear piercing scream as you slowed down your moved, helping ride through her climax. her legs trapped you where you were. her body kept spamming for a few moments more as your hand came to a stop on her clit. your thrusts slowed down almost completely as savanna’s breathing levelled out.

you pulled out slowly, mumbling praises as savanna whined at the emptiness. “i know, shh,” you said, “you did so good for me.”

her body began to relax as you shuffling around, taking off the harness, before planting yourself next to savanna’s upper body on the bed. you sat her up slightly, gently pulling the blindfold over her hair, acknowledging that the fabric was slightly damp.

“you okay?” you asked softly, while she blinked quickly, adjusting back to the light. you kissed her forehead upon seeing the tears that clung to her eyelashes. “i’m so proud of you, you were so good for me. how was that?”

savanna whimpered slightly, subconsciously curling into you. “so good,” she said, voice trembling and hoarse from her moaning. “i’ve never- never felt like that before.”

you smiled, “yeah?”

“can we,” she gulped, suddenly getting really shy, like she was just realised that the two of you were naked, “can we do that again sometime?”

you grinned, kissing her lips, nibbling slightly on her bottom lip as she moaned into your mouth. when you broke away, you quickly pecked her lips once more before pulling away. “we can do that as often as you like.”

As you sat on the living room couch, you nodded your head along to the rhythm flowing through your headphones. The melody looped over itself for what had to be the tenth time. Your notebook rested open across one knee as cables and pedals cluttered the coffee table in front of you. You barely noticed the gentle tap against your shoulder until you looked up.

Lexi stood beside the couch.

You smiled before you even realized you were doing it. Without a word, you slipped one side of the headphones off and moved your notebook, making room beside you.

Instead of sitting, she laughed quietly to herself before climbing onto the couch. One knee settled against the cushion beside you before she carefully swung the other over your lap, settling comfortably against you as though she'd done it a hundred times before.

Your hands instinctively found her waist to steady her, your fingers resting lightly against the fabric of her sweatshirt. She looked down at the mess scattered across the coffee table before meeting your eyes again.

"You know, you look so cute when you're working."

You felt yourself get flustered at the compliment. "Well, I don't know about cute."

"No?" She tilted her head, pretending to study you.

"Nope,” you smiled shyly. "I think 'sleep-deprived' is probably more accurate."

"Still,” she reached up, her fingers sneaking beneath the collar of your shirt. "I think this is my favorite version of you." Your heart stumbled over itself as her skin made contact with yours. She smiled softly.

"The one that forgets the rest of the world exists."

You laughed under your breath. "I was concentrating."

"I know."

There wasn't an ounce of teasing in her voice anymore. Just affection.

She adjusted her hands so that her other arm wrapped around your neck, turning her body slightly to observe your notebook. Your own hands settled more confidently around her waist and neither of you spoke for a while. The music continued playing faintly through the forgotten headphone resting around your neck. 

"What are we writing today?" she asked.

You looked toward the notebook.

"I was trying to figure that out before someone distracted me."

She gasped dramatically.

"I would never."

"You literally climbed into my lap."

"You have a problem with that?” She smiled so brightly that it became impossible not to mirror it. “Of course not.”

For a moment, neither of you moved. You simply looked at one another. She leaned closer, just enough so her lips brushed against your cheek. Soft kisses trailed from your cheek to your ear.

"Can you turn your alarm off?" she asked. You had now been made aware of a loud siren going off.

You frowned.

"My what?"

Lexi pulled away and nodded toward the coffee table. Your phone sat there, its screen completely black.

"That."

You looked between her and the phone.

"That's not mine."

"Yes it is."

You reached for it, confused. Nothing lit up besides the time, yet the noise continued.

The fuck?

Your body jerked awake. The alarm continued screaming from somewhere beside your head. 

Still half asleep, you blindly slapped at your nightstand until your fingers finally wrapped around your phone. The noise stopped instantly, and you were finally met with silence.

You let out a long groan, burying your face back into your pillow. The dream lingered stubbornly in your mind, every detail remaining frustratingly clear. The warmth of her hands. The sound of her laugh. You squeezed your eyes shut. It felt too real.

Eventually, you forced yourself upright, stretching your arms above your head before making your way to the bathroom. As much as you tried pushing the dream aside, guilt settled uncomfortably in your chest. You felt guilty for dreaming it. More guilty for wishing it had lasted a little longer.

By the time you stepped back into the hallway, towel slung over one shoulder, you noticed someone already making their way downstairs. The familiar dark hair and oversized sweatshirt.

Your feet started before your brain could catch up. "Hey, Lexi!" You hurried after her, taking the stairs a little too quickly. Your foot caught the edge of one step.

"Oh, shit–” 

You stumbled forward, catching yourself awkwardly against the banister before landing with an undignified thud on the last two steps. The sound echoed through the otherwise quiet house, causing Lexi to spin around immediately.

"Y/N! You scared me."

Lexi hurried back toward the staircase, concern replacing the sleepy expression she'd worn only moments before. She reached you just as you pushed yourself upright, brushing some dust from your knee.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," you groaned dramatically. "Just a broken back. Nothing crazy."

She laughed, the tension immediately leaving her shoulders. "Don’t make me responsible for your death. Especially not on some steps.” You both laughed before the silence settled again.

She adjusted the strap of her bag.

"Did you need anything before I go?" The question caught you completely off guard.

Why did you run down the stairs?

You could've just walked back to bed and let her leave like the other morning she'd stayed over. Instead, you'd sprinted downstairs in nothing but a tank top and boxers like there had been something incredibly important to say. There hadn't been. 

You just wanted one more minute, but you couldn't exactly tell her that.

"I just wanted to make sure you got to your ride safely."

Her expression softened. 

"That's sweet."

Then her eyes drifted downward. You followed them. Tank top, plain gray boxers, bare feet. You closed your eyes for half a second out of embarrassment. Lexi pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Cute outfit."

You looked down at yourself one more time.

"Thanks." You struck the most confident pose you could manage. "I'm trying something out for the next performance."

She snorted. "The minimalist era?"

"Exactly." She laughed harder this time and shook her head.

"You are ridiculous."

"So I've been told."

Together, you stepped toward the front door. The morning air greeted you with a comfortable warmth as the two of you walked down the front steps. Her ride hadn't arrived just yet.

"So..." she said, rocking lightly on her heels. “Are you safe to go back inside once I leave or do I need to get you a babysitter?”

You placed a hand dramatically over your chest. "And here I thought we were friends."

"It’s out of love,” she smiled.

A car turned onto the street, slowing in front of the house.

"That's me." You nodded.

"Well..."

She opened the passenger door before pausing.

"I'm glad you survived."

"Barely."

"And thanks," she paused, looking back toward you. "for walking me out, I mean."

You nodded in response. She climbed into the car, still smiling. As the window rolled down, she gave you one last wave.

"You should probably put some pants on."

"No promises."

She laughed one final time before the car pulled away from the curb. You stood in the driveway, raising a hand until the car disappeared around the corner. Only then did you let your arm fall.

The morning fell quiet again and your knee actually did start to hurt a bit, but you didn’t mind the pain in the moment. You exhaled slowly.

Get a grip, you told yourself.

"Why the hell are you out here in your underwear?"

Montero's voice came from behind you.

You didn't even turn around.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

A/N: I'm finally back woohoo!! Sorry for kinda ghosting yall,, I haven't been in much of a writing mood lately tbh but I finally got some motivation and wanted to kinda step out my comfort zone so im trying something kinda new for me, forgive me if it sucks

This is heavily inspired by episode 7 of season 8, and based on this request.

When you and Lucy came up with the idea it genuinely was purely a work thing. You just wanted justice for those girls.

Yeah, maybe the fact it was with Lucy made you slightly more willing, but that was only because she'd been your best friend since the academy. Nothing more.

The drive over to the beach was filled with trashy pop music and laughter, which was nothing short of ironic considering the circumstances. With Lucy's new position and general life stuff, finding opportunities to hangout had been hard, so any time together outside of work responsibilities was a win. no matter what the situation might be.

The drive back on the other hand, was almost completely silent. Both of you too confused and shocked to say much of anything.

The majority of the trip went as expected, mostly just hanging out around the beach. But the night before y'all were meant to leave, something happened that would change you and Lucy's relationship forever.

Chase had invited you to a bonfire party with some friends, which definitely wasn't unusual, almost every other day he was hosting some kind of event.

"There'll be beer and hot dogs, you guys should definitely come!" He said excitedly.

You figured it couldn't hurt to go, infact it'd probably help you blend in. So off you and Lucy went.

It didn't end until well after dark. The soft flicker of the dying fire was the only thing lighting up on the beach as you and Lucy walked back to the van at the end of the night.

You were sat with your legs dangling out the back of the van scrolling through your phone when Lucy came and sat next to you.

She rested her head on your shoulder, her hair, still wet from rinsing off, stuck to your skin, leaving behind a coat of water. The two of you had gotten so used to being touchy during your time undercover that you didn't even bat an eye at the gesture, you just silently wrapped your arm around her.

"What are you watching?" She asked softly.

"Just random stuff off tiktok," you respond. "I don't even know why I still have it, I hate pretty much everything I see on it." You give a soft laugh, as you switch off your phone and toss it behind you onto your bed.

You and Lucy sit in silence for a moment, just watching the waves crash into the shore in a perfect rhythm.

"I'm gonna miss this view when we go back home." She says with a sigh.

"Same, I wish we weren't so busy." you agree. "Remember when we would go the beach all the time?"

"Yeah, I swear we spent more time there than at home."

You nod, your lips curling into a smile as all of the old memories bubble up.

"I'm sorry we haven't been able to go out recently." Lucy says, as she lifts her head off your shoulder. "I promise it's not that I don't want too, it's just... I don't know. I've been overwhelmed i guess?"

"Luce, it's okay." You assure. "We've both been busy with work and-"

"I think it's more than that." She cuts you off, shifting uncomfortably as she turns her gaze down towards her lap.

"Huh?"

"I.. I don't want to live with Tim," She admits after a period of silence. "I'm not even sure I actually love him."

"Lucy what?" You say, your face twisting in shock. Lucy's words had the same effect as splashing a bucket of cold water on your face. from the outside Lucy and Tim's relationship seemed near perfect, how could Lucy suddenly not love him?

"It's bad, I know." She says, bringing her hands up to her face. "I thought it'd all go away after I got settled, y'know? I figured I was just anxious about moving, but now.. it's been almost a month and I still feel off. I've been trying to ignore it and push through but it just won't go away. And after being away for awhile I'm starting to realize that maybe he's not my person."

You don't respond, far too shocked to muster up any words. Though, for some unknown reason, hidden deep under your shock, you felt a pang of happiness.

"Fuck, I must sound insane." She says, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.

"No, you don't." you say, "I'm just shocked, y'all seemed so perfect together."

"Yeah, I know. I'm confused too," she turns her body back towards you, but her eyes never meet yours. "I just figure if we are perfect for each other, and this is the match made in heaven everyone says, I wouldn't be able to start falling for someone else, right?"

Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open in pure shock. "What do you mean?"

"I think... I might be in love with someone else." She says quietly.

"Oh my god, who?" You ask.

Lucy takes a minute to respond. "Y/N.. I-" she doesn't finish her sentence, not with words atleast. Her eyes finally meet yours as she slowly moves closer to you, her movements tentative and unsure.

There barely a centimeter between you at this point, you can feel her breath brush across your lips, clinging to your skin.

Surprisingly, Lucy wasn't the one to close the gap.

Your lips collide before you can even register what you're doing. Impulse and desire fully hijacking your body.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the muddled mess of feelings you carried for Lucy since you met years ago, but it took a hot minute for one of you to pull back.

When one of you did eventually pull away from the kiss and what had just happened fully sunk in neither of you had any words.

You just sat there staring back at each other. You could practically see the flood of emotions behind her eyes.

"What just happened?"