I LOVE FELIX BUT I'M STARTING TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIS EX TOO

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I LOVE FELIX BUT I'M STARTING TO HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIS EX TOO

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āquit distracting me,ā (Neal Sampat x f!oc)
Nannie gets together, itās a long time coming. Redone 3/13/21 for @hecuba-of-troyā
Livid doesnāt even cover it.
To say that Annie MacDuff had a strained relationship with Neal Sampat was an understatement. Since the day she had been hired, they had been at each other's throats.
He insisted on calling her Annie, which she was fine with. Marianne MacDuff is a bit long, and sheād used Annie before.
He insisted on getting the door for her, which she could live with. She was a feminist and it was a bit strange that he only did this for her, but she can live.
But the thing that they were squabbling, the worldās dumbest disagreement, was how Neelamani āNealā Sampat kept changing the colors for the ACN website.
Heād ask her opinion, but heād move the color up half of a shade. The difference in shade was undetectable to the human eye. Neal, in his limited wisdom, had become somewhat obsessed.
Outside of work, they were friendly, but not quite friends.Ā
Neal and Annie had been out for drinks after work, with the senior staff. It was simple, something they did every other weekday.
Everything was normal.
Jim had made it known that he was something of a ābig brotherā type. Any time a creep would start a conversation, he would intercept her and drive the creep off.
He dropped the ball.
She had looked to Jim across the bar, glaring and trying to telepathically summon him over, but Jim had simply made a U-Turn. Annie felt a jolt of panic when the creep in question put his hand on her knee.
Enter, Neal.
He had come in swinging, no plan, no idea of what to do next. It was just a reckless, reflexive action that resulted in Annie kicking the creep in the shin, and dragging Neal out of the bar.Ā
She had gotten them a cab, and the ride home was silent.Ā
Nealās still quiet when he unlocks his door and flicks his lights on. Annie watches carefully as Neal slides off his jacket, and walks over to his half-kitchen to dig out his first aid kit.Ā
He hadnāt used that kit in two years, he hoped it was still stocked.Ā
She follows close behind, boots clicking on the wooden floor. Nealās fumbling trying to get the kit open, and she doesnāt hesitate helping him. Annie unsnaps the case, and pulls out alcohol wipes and gauze.Ā
Nealās holding his breath as she takes his hand in hers.Ā
āWhat the fuck were you thinking?ā She says quietly. Annieās slowly dabbing at his bloody knuckles, while gently tugging on each finger. His hand was too puffy to tell if heād broken anything yet.Ā
āHe was all over you!ā Neal tries, half-heartedly.Ā
Annie was a grown woman, and likely knew how to handle that situation, whenever Jim wasnāt around at least.Ā
āI had it handled.āĀ
āThen why didnāt you handle it?ā He snipes back, making Annie clench her jaw. Sheās glaring and her eyes could cut him in half.Ā
āYou could have gotten killed!ā Neal winces at this. Maybe he did overreact. Itās just that she looked so scared, he couldnāt not.
He huffs, taking Annieās wrist firmly.
āDonāt be dramatic.ā She finishes off the last bandage, scowl cutting deep across her face.
āPeople in this city have been killed for less.ā She snaps, offset by the fact she hasnāt let go of his hand.
Her mind takes her to those terrible scenarios sheād gone over in the taxi.
What if the man had a gun? What if Neal had been stabbed? What if he died and no one could change the color on the website! Itās not like she knew how to do it.
He tries not to react when she tugs on his fingers again, almost mindlessly. Annieās thinking about how his knuckles are as purple as his bedspread.
And his bedās right there.
Nealās not going to lean forward enough to smell her hair. He doesnāt need to, Annieās floral perfume is soft enough to float up to him on itās own. And yet he does. Her perfume paired with a coconut shampoo nearly kills him.
āYou could have gotten killed!ā Annie feels her throat start to tighten. Neal doesnāt even understand. She opens her mouth to say something, but halts and thinks better of it. Emotion crawls over her skin, crawling up and coiling around her neck, stealing the air.Ā
āWhy did you do that?ā Annieās voice breaks, and it feels like Nealās been hit in the face. She was about to cry, and he did that. He never wants to do that.Ā
Nealās pretty sure heās going to die.Ā
āSay something. Tell her something. Explain why you did what you did.ā He tries to find the words, but the air is too thin. The words donāt come.
She lets his hand go, and turns to head for the door. If Neal let her go, heād never have a shot like this again. If he wasnāt gin-drunk. If his hand wasnāt about to fall off, maybe he would have gotten his point across by now.Ā
Annie gasps as two large, warm hands, turn her right back where she was. Neal has two arms tight around her waist, and sheās not pulling him off. That had to be a good sign, right?Ā
āExplain.ā She snipes flatly.Ā
āDo I need to say it?ā How could she not know? Heās done everything he could to show her.
And the sinking feeling hung off his shoulders. He failed.Ā
Neal leans down quickly, pressing his lips to yours. The two of them take a step back, so Annieās trapped against the counter. Nealās puffed up to his full height, and yet she doesnāt feel trapped.Ā Ā
All of the fear that had been sitting in Annieās stomach turned to butterflies in a single moment. Heās soft. Softer than sheād thought. The tip of his nose is cold.Ā
Annie wasnāt sure where she was for a moment.Ā
Neal pulls back too soon.Ā
āOh.ā Annie gasps. Nealās usual bravado had been flattened by fear. Sheād seen him at every office party with some new girl, pawing at them like he was putting on a show. Nealās not shy.Ā
But apparently, he is.Ā
āOkay.ā Annie took a moment, letting her eyes focus, before standing on her tiptoes, and kissing him right back. The redhead wavers for a moment, only to catch a grip on Nealās sweater.Ā
He moans softly into her, and it shoots right down to Annieās toes.Ā
āIām still fucking mad at you.ā Neal laughs lightly, running his palms across her torso. Underneath, her skin was burning, but he didnāt need to know that.Ā
Nealās pressing kisses all over your face and sheās not sure whether she wants to laugh or to cry. Heād had her so stressed and now this.Ā
āHe was twice your size!ā She protests, and yet with every bite, every touch, the trademark edge that Marianne MacDuff had worked so hard to cultivate, was being drained from her voice.Ā
Itās a distraction. Nealās hands run down her sides, palms shaking even though heās been plotting this in his mind for months.Ā
āHe wasnāt!ā Neal shoots right back, moving his soft mouth to her neck.Ā
āYouāre a twig! He couldāve hurt you!ā Annie tries again, but Nealās more focused on how your hands feel, wandering under his shirt.Ā
āIām invincible.ā Neal realizes that Annie wasnāt mad, but scared. It nearly knocks him over. Annieās not sure how she could be tangled up with someone who was this reckless.Ā
āIām invincible!ā He presses the words into her mouth, making Annie giggle. Sheās arching her back into him and heās meeting her in the middle. Nealās trying to get her as close as possible, and it still doesnāt feel real.
He made a powerpoint for god sakes! Heād made twelves slides with half-baked logic as to why Annie MacDuff should go out with him. The two of them were solid enough, but now she was grinding against him, and he didnāt know how he got there.Ā
How did he get this lucky without the powerpoint?Ā
Everything is hazy and he doesnāt know what to do.Ā
Well he knows what to do, but he doesnāt know how to go to work tomorrow if this is a one-time thing.Ā
How is he going to look at her again if this was a one time thing?Ā
Nealās going to cross that bridge when he comes to it, but if this was a one-time thing, Annie was going to remember him.Ā
But he had to move, he had to strike back. It felt like she was everywhere at once. Her hands in his hair, her teeth on his collarbone.Ā
āDo something, Sampat.ā He tries to prompt himself, but Annie was taking hungry bites out of his exposed chest. He had nothing.Ā
But once again, Annie saves the day.Ā
āIt was still dumb,ā she snapped, only to be cut off when Neal took a tight grip on Annieās hair.Ā
āGot us here didnāt it?ā Neal lets his voice take a lower, quieter tone, making Annie shiver in the best way. The low, raspy accent made the fake indifference seem even harder.Ā
āN-Neal.ā
The sound of his name in your mouth, barely more than a gasp, is what breaks him.
Heās back in his body with a bone-chilling clarity of where to start on the list of what he wants to do to you.
Neal drops to his knees.Ā
He hums as you push into his touch. Youāre trying to push into him as hard as you can.Ā
āIāve wanted you for so long, and now...ā Iām going to be worth it, I promise.
Annie doesnāt quite register when Neal dropped to his knees, or when he rolled up her skirt. She knew when Neal dipped two fingers inside of her, taking his sweet time dragging them out, and putting them right into his mouth.
He groans and Annieās eyes close.
Annieās arching her spine and trying to reach down, but the scrawny web designer was stronger than he looked, holding her back with a large hand on her torso.
āCan I put my face here? Can I make you scream for me?ā She fights the urge to slap him for making everything sound so simple.Ā
āY-yes.ā Of course you can.
He takes a beat, resting his face on her thigh. The contact hits Annie all at once, Nealās between her legs.Ā
Neal.Ā
āG-god.ā He slurs when he takes his view, itās unreal. Sheās not real.
āYou know you drive me crazy.ā Sheās so sweet and warm, and thereās so much of her he hasnāt touched.Ā
Neal cleared his roster for Annie the first day she came in to work. He never looked back.Ā
āI always wanted to bend you over my desk, but now we can just do ⦠this.ā The words flatten Annieās lungs, breath leaving her in a gust.
Annie makes a sad, filthy cry as Neal drags a calloused finger over her slit, groaning at just how wet she was for him. Her legs tremble as he starts in with his mouth. Heās mumbling against her pussy. Just as usual, Annie doesnāt give a shit what heās saying.Ā
Heās humming, satisfied.
Bastard, Annie thinks. He was sending shockwaves through her with so little effort. He could have gotten seriously hurt tonight! Just because he wanted her, that makes it okay?Ā
āI just think weād be good together is all.ā A low, raspy accent rumbles into Annieās legs.Ā
āQuit distracting me.ā She barely opens her mouth to speak, and Nealās on there, pushing his fingers up into you, and drawing out everything that he can.
āIām trying to . . . ā She wants to say words, but nothing is coming.Ā
Annie digs her hands into the counter, and whimpers.Ā
Marianne MacDuff from Minnesota doesnāt whimper..Ā
Annie from ACN does.Ā
āTrying to what?ā Neal smiles into her legs, this canāt be real. Thereās no way the recipient of his affections was leaning against his counter, drenching his hands.Ā
Itās impossible.Ā
āFuck,ā gasps Annie. Nealās digging his hands into the redhead's ass, and sheās realizing just how large his hands are. Heās also supporting her as her knees start to give, but Annieās not focused enough for that.Ā
āWhat a coincidence, me too!ā Heās so damn chipper.Ā
Annie leans down and smacks him on the back of the head. Sheās shivering and he likes it. Asshole.Ā
He takes a bite of her leg to retaliate, earning a high-pitched gasp.
She gives him something between a whine and a moan, because Neal pushes his face into her with a kind of desperation Annie had only seen when he was pursuing a story.Ā
Neal is babbling about how tight she is, how good she tastes, and how heās been dying for this, and she just wants more.
But then it shifts.
He tells her all of the things heāll do to her if she wants.Ā
Fuck this boy has a mouth on him.Ā
She only takes in about half of it, as he was muffled by her pussy, but the rest she understood and took to heart. Annieās blood runs hot, fingers scrambling for a grip on Nealās shirt.Ā
She tries her best to brace herself, but the best she can do is a grip on his hair, and his strong support on her rear.Ā
Annie clamps down hard on his tongue. The only thing Neal feels is heat. He doesnāt let up, keeping pressure on her clit, curling his fingers inside her, trying to drink all that he can.Ā
The sob is strangled because Annieās about to throw a fit. Heād been so good to her, his hands were amazing but she still needed more.Ā
The redhead opens her mouth to ask, but all she can do is whine. Nealās nose pressing into her leg, breath puffing out over her skin.
He has to wait a moment to recover. Sheās not one to tell a drowning man what to do.Ā
Neal uses the counter to get up off his knees.Ā
āCome to bed with me.ā Internally, Neal cringes at how small his voice sounds. Annie opens her eyes to stare up at him.Ā
She exhales slowly, resting her head against his chest, before giving him a warm smile.Ā
āOkay.ā Neal moves slowly, taking his time sucking at her lips.Ā
Annie takes this opportunity to push the rumpled plaid shirt off of his shoulders, not forgetting his injured hand.Ā
He loosened his grip on her waist, just enough to see if she could stand on her own.Ā
She does, but it takes a moment.Ā
Annie takes slow, deliberate steps toward Nealās bed, pulling her skirt down, and her shirt over her head.Ā
Nealās practically salivating.
Annie wasnāt sure where her underwear had gone to, but Neal sure seemed thrilled about the bra.
It was a demi-cup, white, unlined.
Annie was thanking every version of god there was that today was the day she was trying out a new set.
Neal could see everything, and he was fucking thrilled.Ā
āThat-thatās quite pretty.ā He calls across the room.Ā
āThanks.ā Annie runs both of her hands over her nipples, getting them hard through the sheer fabric. She might have put in an extra gasp or two, just for the sake of her audience.Ā
āReally good craftsmanship.ā Neal says. āMy hands can do that tooā He means.
Annie could have burst out laughing, she had never seen someone look that happy before. And she hadn't even taken it off yet!Ā
She takes a seat on the edge of his bed, crossing her legs.Ā
Nealās over by her in an instant, kneeling down, taking off her boots. Annie gets up, and pushes Neal flat on his back, crawling on top of him.Ā
It was at this point that Neelamani Sampat was pretty sure that at some point that night, heād died and gone to heaven.Ā
āYou look pretty good on your knees, Sampat.ā Heās smiling at that.Ā
āI know.āĀ
And with that, Annie leans down for a kiss. Initially, it was supposed to be soft, but it turned a bit more heated the moment she tasted herself in his mouth.Ā
Nealās smooth and warm and Annie doesnāt want to leave. She likes being above him, and having him look at her like that.
Had he had that expression before? Or had she just missed it.Ā
Nealās hands were starting to wander, grabbing and squeezing wherever he wanted. He was trying to work his way to her bra, without coming across like a complete teenage boy obsessed with breasts.
He was a 22 year old man who was still obsessed with breasts. Annieās specifically.Ā
But heās thwarted. The clasp required too much flexibility from his right hand. It felt as if his entire arm had been struck by lightning.Ā
āAw FUCK.ā Nealās face twists in pain. Annie fights the instinct to panic, and instead redirects his arm above his head.Ā
Why did women wear those things? Why didnāt they just stop?Ā
Why didnāt Annie just stop wearing bras all together, to be ⦠convenient. Sheād save money at the stores too!Ā
āAre you okay?ā Annie practically shouts. If Neal was going to die, sheād tell Jim he died from an impossible bra. Neal would like that, she thought.Ā
Annie curls over Neal, taking his injured hand in her own. Sheās checking every finger carefully, being thorough like she always was.Ā
āYeah, yeah I am.ā He tries, finding it hard to breathe. Nealās clenching his jaw and trying to act as if that jolt of pain from his hand didnāt go straight to his skull.Ā
Neal feels his cock twitch against his leg. Fuck.
āDo you need to stop?ā She tries, but he vigorously shakes his head. āHe looks cute on his backā, Annie thinks.
Annie puts his hand on his chest, arching her back, and unlatching her bra.
āDoes this make you feel better?ā Annie puts his hands on her chest, and arches her back, finishing the job of unlatching her bra.Ā
Gravity kicks in and Neal canāt respond to any logic.Ā
When Annie moved to New York, sheād tried to convince herself that her and her peers were āadultsā. Neal looking at her chest like heād just been set loose on the M&M store in Times Square was not helping this though process.Ā
She laughs at him, and he doesnāt mind. He grabs them, cupping them and pressing sweet kissesĀ
āIt was still stupid,ā Something flips behind Nealās eyes, colder, more serious. He takes her wrists for a half-second, eye contact sending a chill through her.Ā
He takes a grip on Annieās waist, and flips the smaller woman onto her back. The mattress takes the hit effortlessly.Ā
āNeal, I-ā But he starts in on her chest again, biting and licking her in a pace and touch bordering dangerously close to vicious.Ā Ā
The sounds falling out of Annieās mouth are too pretty for him to slow down. But he has to. He has to ask a question.
The sparks sitting on Annieās skin catch fire as Neal grunts getting on top of her.
āNeal what the fuck?āĀ
He was only slightly regretting what heād done, but then Annie scrunched up her nose in the way she did when she was mad at him.Ā
Neal senses that sheās going to break him in half, so he takes each of Annieās wrists and pins them up above her head. This plan backfires immediately. He feels himself start to shake, and he needs to close his eyes.Ā
āTellmeonlyIgettotouchyou!āĀ
Annieās eyes widened, Neal was nervous? Werenāt these his usual evening plans?Ā
His breath made her feel hotter than she already was, and she wants to ask what the hell heās doing.Ā
āTell me only I get to touch you,ā Neal brushes his nose against hers. Annie opens her mouth, as if to say something, but the words donāt form.Ā
āKiss you, hold you, only us.ā A broken cry makes its way out, and it makes Neal question everything.Ā
āI need to hear you say it.āĀ
āNeelamani Sampat, you better be serious.ā Everything was too hot, too loud. Annie could have reached up to snap his neck, or kissed him until nothing made sense anymore. Sheād wanted him since her first day on the job, and all of that time put them both here.Ā
Together. Like this.Ā
He just confessed feelings! Big feelings!Ā
āFucking tell me, please.ā He pleads softly, getting self conscious. Neal rests his nose in her neck, like itās a good place to hide. His skin's starting to get cold, and Annieās starting to wiggle against him.Ā
Nothing is fair. Heās an absolute fool to think sheād want him, especially with his reputation.Ā
āPleaseā¦ā Nealās voice sounds shattered. Annieās head starts to buzz.Ā
āTell me your mine.ā His voice is just honest. Itās overwhelming. This couldnāt be a move he pulls with other women. Neal from ACN isnāt this good of an actor, thereās no way.Ā
Itās Neal
āIām yours. I promise.āĀ
āStill want this?ā He asks, and she practically rolls her eyes, soft hair clashing with his bedspread. She wants everything he has, but she wonāt say that yet.Ā
āOf course I do.ā Annie wants to grab at him, but her hands are still shaking. The kiss she manages to pull him into is messy. Heās ecstatic, like a puppy.Ā
āLet me get a-ā Annie cuts Neal off, putting all of the days sheād walked to work to use, trapping him with her legs.Ā
āBirth control, wanna feel you.ā Nealās jaw drops, and Annie has to laugh. She takes advantage of his open mouth.Ā
Neal doesnāt waste any time pushing up into her, the blunt pressure of him⦠was almost overwhelming. Annie was already winded from being flipped on her back!Ā
But she was shocked, stunned, in disbelief. It felt as if he was somehow hitting the back of her throat, and Annie made a note to revisit the various pieces of office gossip sheād heard about Neelamani Sampat.Ā
Just a few short movements turn the backs of Annieās eyelids into white. Nealās hands stopped hurting a while ago, and heād dig it into her ass for support. The other is still on her clit, determined.Ā
How could she feel like this in two moves? Extensive practice? Who cares!Ā
It was a simple command.
āLet New York know who fucks you like this.ā Annie squirms under his weight, whining.Ā
So she does. Writhing, moaning, scratching because she wasnāt afraid of anything. Neaās neighbors were going to hate him, but even if she was never invited back, theyād remember she was here.Ā
Even if he wouldnāt.Ā
Annie was a bruised, gasping mess, and Neal doesnāt let up. He fucks into her like itās what he was born to do.Ā
āFuck. Thatās it.ā Her back is arch, and yet the two of them canāt get close enough. Neal doesnāt notice that Annieās practically pulling out his hair.Ā
Nealās clearly gone, but he knows it. Heās murmuring a string of curses and compliments into her mouth and neck.
Annie wants to tell him how good she feels. How she loves this, how she wants more. But Annie MacDuff canāt speak.Ā
āLet me feel you come undone for meā¦ā and as if on cue, she bares down around him again,ā ...fuck⦠with me.āĀ
Neal follows her all the way down.Ā
He fucks her through the haze as best as he possibly can. The first words Annie hears for certain are,āno one else can have you, Iāll scare them off.āĀ
Neal leans into Annieās neck again, teeth grazing gently, as if he was holding back. His teeth made Annie calm somehow, the little gasps in her ear felt like music.Ā
āYou wanna mark me up, Sampat?ā She mumbles into his neck. Her hands smooth over his chest.Ā
āYou wanna let the people know?āĀ
āKnow what?ā Annieās eyes widened for a moment, as she forgot what she was actually trying to say.Ā
āI-I forgot.ā She feels Neal crack a smile in the crook of her neck.Ā
āGood.āĀ
Annie lets out a large yawn, and Nealās eyelids are getting heavy. She could feel it, whatever it was.Ā
She has to force herself to get up, be responsible, even though the exhaustion said otherwise.Ā
Nealās a little tired, but still afraid.Ā
āI need to go home and change.ā The first clear thought of the night pokes through the haze that Neal had hung around the two of them. It must have been two hours before they were both needed at work again.Ā
Annie runs her hands around the bed, trying to find out where any of her clothes ended up. Being responsible sucks.Ā
āAnnie tomorrowās Saturday.ā He grumbles, flat. If she wanted to leave, heād be fine.Ā
Right?Ā
āOh.ā Annie cracks a smile, and it feels like the sunās just come out.Ā
She doesnāt hesitate. Neal pulls his comforter back and she crawls right to him. Annie rests her head on his warm chest, he leans his cheek against her. A few heartbeats pass and sheās fast asleep.Ā
In a way, it feels like sheād always been here.
~~Ur such a fuckin' ho~~ **********I love it**********
how come I feel so unworthy of love .. but at the same time I'm not happy unless my significant other goes above and beyond to show their love with actions(!) and if they don't I just pull back and become a hoe again( emotionally) ? what's wrong with me





