MILES.Q Ă FEM!READER \\ suggestive (mdni) ;; lwk obsessed!quaritch.
his name leaves your mouth before you can stop it.
not loud. not dramatic. just his nameâsoft, caught between breaths.
that does it.
quaritch stills completely. like a predator thatâs just heard something itâs been waiting for. his grip tightens at your waist, fingers digging in, anchoring you there as if you might disappear if he loosens even a fraction.
âsay it again,â he says.
itâs not a request.
your lips part. no sound comes out.
he exhales through his nose, slow and controlled, but the restraint in his body has sharpened into something dangerous. he leans in, pressing his forehead against yours now, forcing you to feel every steady breath he takes while yours keeps stuttering.
âyou donât get to use my name like that unless you mean it,â he murmurs.
his mouth drifts lowerânot touching, not yetâhovering just off your jaw, your throat, close enough that the absence feels deliberate. punishing.
âyou know what i do to things that distract me?â he continues quietly. âi remove the distraction.â
his thumb slides along your waist, slow, possessive, mapping territory. not exploratory. claiming. he watches your reaction like itâs confirmation of something heâs already decided.
âdifference is,â he adds, voice dropping further, âyouâre not a problem i want gone.â
his knee presses in nowâfirm, unavoidableâpinning you there without crushing you, forcing your body to acknowledge his. he doesnât rush. he never rushes. he lets the tension stretch until itâs almost unbearable.
âyouâre a problem i intend to keep.â
your fingers tighten in his shirt again, knuckles whitening. that earns a low sound from his chestâsomething restrained, dangerous, pleased. his hand slides up your back, stopping just below your shoulders, grip firm enough to make his intent unmistakable.
âcareful,â he murmurs again, lips brushing your skin at lastâstill not a kiss. still restraint. âyou keep reacting like thatâŠâ
he pauses, mouth hovering, breath hot, eyes dark and locked on yours.
ââŠand iâm going to forget why i was trying to be patient.â
he doesnât close the distance.
he makes you wait.
a/n: first post!
















