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Mr.Martin: Rhonda is at that very special age where a kid only has one thing on their mind.

Wally: Boys?

Rhonda: Homicide

Look at me

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Reader

Summary: Being oblivious to Luke’s feelings, you tried to get over him by getting a boyfriend, who just does not know how to treat you right. Inspired by the song ‘Boyfriend’ by Dove Cameron ~ “I could be a better boyfriend than him.” (jealous luke, friends-to-lovers, fluff, angst, pining, happy ending.)

Warning: Just the boyfriend being an asshole and unwanted physical touch for a split second, but nothing serious. Sorry if your name is Cole. Violence (physical fighting)

Note: I’m sorry if there are a lot of errors, I haven’t had the chance to edit this thoroughly so if it feels like a train wreck, then I'm sorry. I just needed to write this out, get it out there, so I can go back to revising for my exams in peace lol, cause this plot/idea has been at the back of my head, I could not stop thinking about it or study properly. Lowkey hated how this one turned out, but whoops.

Word count: 4.8k

“People say that eyes are the windows to one's soul,” you once told him. You two have been best friends for a very long time: five years of being attached to the hip. Yet, you were completely oblivious to the way he looked at you. Even everybody at camp noticed and thought it was bound to happen. They were so sure that Luke and you would end up together. So imagine everybody’s surprise when something else occurred.

It happened right in front of Luke: Cole - a boy from Cabin 5 and son of Ares - asked you out, and you said yes.

It has been two months since that day. All Luke could do was sulk as he watched his best friend slip away. Of course, you still tried to spend as much time as possible with him. But even then, things have changed. There were no more of those content silences between the two of you. There were no more carefree laughs that made Luke feel like you two were the only ones that existed in this place. He used to walk you back to your cabin every night, hugging you good night or kissing your forehead close to your hairline if he felt brave enough. Moments like those convinced him you two would be like that forever. But his solace was taken in a split second. Now, you were so near, yet so out of reach. 

It didn’t help that he saw you every day, like right now, as you sat in the middle of a gathering hosted by your cabin. Gods, even the wind seems to be in love with you, judging by the way it was blowing through your hair as if it was trying to twirl itself around those lovely locks that Luke himself used to always tug behind your ears. The sight of you always bathed him in this warm feeling, like the morning sun. Hence his nickname for you: sunshine. 

Then his brown eyes landed on the figure next to you, and they hardened. He has witnessed it all: Cole’s backhanded compliments, ignoring you on your birthday, leaving you alone to talk to his friends, occasionally flirting back with girls who batted an eyelash at him, and then blatantly telling you that you were overthinking it. Luke knew he could treat you so much better. 

You were sitting with your boyfriend and his group of friends, who often gave you weird looks or snickers. Gods, if it was him you were with, he’d never make you feel excluded. He would have his arms around you and defend you if his friends ever made snarky remarks. Not that that would ever happen anyway; you were well-loved at camp, and all his friends loved you. But he would treat you well, nevertheless, not like that dumbass sitting next to you.

One of your favorite songs started playing, and Luke watched as you genuinely smiled for once tonight. You touched your boyfriend’s arm, muttering something to him. Luke knew exactly what you were saying to Cole because you and Luke used to do this together. Except, you never had to ask Luke. 

Whenever your favorite tunes were on, Luke would immediately pull you out of your seat and dance with you, laughing as if nothing mattered at all. Nights like those, he liked to imagine that the stars above envied them and what the two of you had. Now? He felt like one of them, watching from the outside. 

Luke’s jaw clenched as he saw Cole shrugging off your hand on his arm. Gods, Luke felt like that idiot was taking you for granted, and his blood boiled. Before Cole, Luke used to always orchestrated some excuse to have you touch him - getting injured on purpose sometimes just to watch you frantically panic over his wounds and take care of him, volunteering to help you out with swords training just to touch your hand and pretend to adjust the way you were holding it, hugging you every time he greeted you and so on.

For a second, your mask slipped, and you had that look on your face, like something had left you emotionally wounded. It was the kind of look Luke would kill to never see again, and oh, the things he would do to get rid of Cole. Luke had to wrestle with the thought of marching up to Cole and beating him to a pulp. However, he did stand up to approach you.

You felt a hand touch your shoulder. When you peered at the person standing, your eyes immediately glimmered as they caught Luke’s. However, something foreign was gleaming in his eyes. The Hermes boy has always looked at you sweetly. But the way he was looking at you right now was filled with something much more intense - borderline fervent, like an obsession. 

Cole finally glanced over at you for the first time the entire night. Unlike you, he instantly recognized the look in Luke’s eyes: hunger and longing. It was clear as day to everybody but you.

Luke extended his hand out for you to take and you understood right away. For the first time in two months, your hand touched his. Luke’s chest sunk and his breathing lost its usual rhythm for a second as your skin made contact with his. The Hermes boy finally looked over to Cole, and the Ares boy saw an immediate shift in his eyes. Now, they were filled with animosity and - the most obvious of all - heated jealousy. 

Luke led you away from Cole and started twirling you around. You let out a laugh - the kind that was infectious and has always brought a smile to Luke’s lips. You both sang along to the lyrics. For once, your relationship felt restored, just like the good old days. Was it wrong that this was the happiest you have felt since you got together with Cole? You shrugged away the thought as the song slowly ended. Luke settled with both hands on your waist while yours were around his neck. Usually, you would put your head on his chest as you both slightly swayed around. But now that you were in a relationship, you kept a bit of distance between the two of you. You gaze up at Luke, who was already staring at you sweetly. The moment was perfect. Gods, you almost wished to stay in it forever.

Meanwhile, Luke hoped he could convey his thoughts through his eyes - the unspoken words he wished he had told you sooner. Could you not see the infatuation coursing through his veins whenever he was with you? Could you not see that you got him at your beck and call? 

The look you gave him almost convinced him that you heard his thoughts. You leaned your head on his chest, caught off-guard by the speed of his heartbeat as it soothed you along with the music in the background. Feeling a heated look over his way, Luke glanced around and locked eyes with your boyfriend. Cole narrowed his eyes while Luke gave Cole a look of resentment and immense loathing. 

Gods, he could be a much better boyfriend than Cole.

“Hey, man,” when you heard your boyfriend’s voice, you lifted your head from Luke’s chest and withdrew your hands around his neck. “I’ll take over from here,” Cole practically pulled you away from Luke and started swaying with you. Instead of feeling happy that Cole finally danced with you after two months of dating, you felt wrong. Cole's hands were on your waist, but they felt sluggish like his heart was not in it at all. Your ear was against Cole’s chest, so you caught the sound of his heartbeat. It sounded…too calm, almost cold and shallow, causing you to twist your lips into a frown.

You glanced up at your boyfriend but saw him staring behind you instead. So you glanced back and caught a glimpse of Luke before getting pulled around by Cole, who roughly yanked your face towards him. He kissed you almost aggressively. There was something cynical and bitter about the way he was kissing you. 

Cole opened his eyes and conceitedly made eye contact with Luke. The Hermes boy glared at the sight of Cole handling you so roughly, claiming your lips so smugly. If it was him, he would be kissing you for you; he would be kissing you to show you how much he worshiped you and the ground you walk on, not to prove an empty point.

You finally managed to pull away when Cole let go of your chin. “All right, we’re done for the night, don’t you think?” your boyfriend muttered, quickly leaving you to return to his friends as if nothing had happened. Despite feeling slightly aggravated at Cole, you hated that you couldn't care less of his words at that moment, and the first thing you did was look in the direction Luke had been before. 

Yet, he was not there anymore.

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Your cabin was not on the same side as Luke’s cabin for this match of capture the flag. You were fighting off some people who were on the blue team. Years of training with Luke paid off because you managed to point your sword at the person’s neck and grinned when they put their hands up in surrender. You continued perusing through the area, trying to regroup with your team or take down another blue team member. However, you almost tripped as you witnessed Cole on the ground with Luke on top of him, repeatedly punching his face..

“Luke!” you called out, watching as Luke’s action faltered, and his eyes darted around frantically around like a lost wild animal. However, Cole took advantage of Luke’s momentary distraction to land a hit on Luke’s face. The Ares boy got off the ground as Luke stumbled and went for another punch. However, Luke dodged it effortlessly and rammed Cole against a tree instead.

“Hey, knock it off,” you yelled, standing between the boys to stop their flight. Luke immediately backed off, afraid he would accidentally hurt you if he didn’t. But Cole, in the middle of his blind rage, still swung for Luke and ended up striking you across the face instead. Right when that happened, Luke pushed Cole again and rushed to your side to assess your injury. At that very moment, Chiron approached the scene with one of Cole’s friends next to him, who promptly told the man:

“It was him. Luke initiated the fight.” 

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Luke wished for somebody to put him out of this misery as he stared at you from afar helplessly. He was so dotted that it hurt. Somebody must have answered his prayers because your eyes met his from across the field. There was a bit of sadness behind them, perhaps regret from how things ended yesterday. You whispered something to your boyfriend, but Cole did not even spare you a glance and waved his hand as if dismissing you from the discussion. Luke’s hand once again curled into a fist. He bit the inside of his cheek from the pain induced by his injury. The Hermes cabin counselor felt no bit of guilt in his body about his physical altercation with Cole. He felt smug at the sight of Cole with one black eye, busted lip, swollen cheek and a body sporting way more bruises than him. 

You deserved better. 

“Hey, stranger,” you greeted, sitting beside Luke. Almost immediately, he hooked one finger under your chin, tilting your head lightly as if he was afraid he might break you. The boy scanned over your injury, sighing at the sight of purple forming under your skin, indicating an emerging bruise. Even so, under the moonlight, you still looked heavenly to him.

“Devon said you initiated the fight. Is that true, Luke?” Luke frowned at the mention of Cole’s friend. Great, now he knew another idiot’s name. Meanwhile, you have asked this because you knew him. There was no way the boy you knew would lose control like this and swing his hands first. 

“No, but what’s the point of telling Chiron that? It’s two against one,” he breathed out.

“Luke, you’re literally the friendliest and nicest counselor here. Of course, he would believe you,” you reasoned. You sighed disappointingly as Luke only shook his head in response as if asking you to drop it.

Now, you two sat in silence. It felt the same as the comforting ones you have had with him before - the ones that made you feel like you were at home in front of your fireplace, curled up with a book. 

“Why are you with him?” and with that, the comfort evaporated as the air thickened. You and Luke rarely argued or even disagreed, so it felt like an unfamiliar territory every time it felt relatively tense between you two. 

“I know you, which is why I know that you’re absolutely miserable with him, so I don’t understand why you’re still with Cole,” Luke commented, though his voice was quiet because he was considerate of drawing this type of attention to you. He had seen it before - Cole causing public altercations and storming off and you running after him with tears emerging from your eyes. He did not want to put you in the same position.

“Y/N, please, as your best friend…” there it was again, the word that used to make you smile brightly, was now the same one that brought you pain. You wanted more. “...You deserve better,” he uttered, his eyebrows slightly scrunched as he looked at you with those eyes. There it was again, the look so intense that you were convinced they could swallow you whole. Yet, you could not interpret them. So, you looked away.

“Luke…” you said his name almost like a warning sign. The boy sighed at this. 

His fingers gently tilted your chin towards him, urging you to face him. There was so much contrast in the way he touches you and the way Cole does. You knew precisely why Luke wanted you to look at him: your eyes were your tell for him. Years ago, after you told him that eyes were the windows to one's soul, he told you that he knew this already because he had learned that your eyes will always tell the truth for you. That’s how, in so many instances, he would be the first to notice whenever you're upset. 

“Y/N, does he make you happy?” you stiffened at the question. Words choked up in your throat as your mouth opened to answer. You wanted to say yes so you both could get over this conversation. But you knew he would be able to tell you were lying. The way he looked at you right now, as if you were the only thing that mattered. He seemed so vulnerable. Little did you right at this moment, Luke was willing to surrender and let you go if you said yes.

“Oh, this is who you left me to talk to?” Cole's voice broke you both out of the trance. “The person who beat your boyfriend?” Cole passive-aggressively spat, sneering from above as he looked down at the two of you. You called out to your boyfriend, but he quickly cut you off with a quick “Unbelievable,” before walking away. But Cole did this on purpose. He liked the attention he drew, even if they were at your expense, especially because he knew you would chase after him.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered to Luke on your boyfriend's behalf as you stood up to run after him. Luke frowned as he shook his head. If you were his, he would never allow you to apologize on his behalf, nor would he give a reason for you to ever do that.

“Uhm, what are you waiting for?” Annabeth’s voice broke Luke from his irritated state. “Go after her,” the young girl nudged.

“I doubt I should do that, Annabeth. Last time I was with him, he ended up in the infirmary.”

“Yes, but you need to go after her before it’s too late.”

“It’s already too late.”

“No, it’s not,” the girl stated sternly, and when Luke peered over at her, he recognized the look on her face. From experience, he knew better than to doubt when Annabeth was right. So, he stood up and walked in the direction where you disappeared after your boyfriend.

“Stop it, Cole. I don’t want to…” Your voice grabbed Luke’s attention as he started walking in that direction, eyebrows furrowed.

“Come on, this is the least you could do to make it up to me,” Cole replied. 

When Luke reached the scene, he almost went into an uncontrollable wrath when he saw Cole trying to take off your shirt as you objected and struggled out of his grip. 

“I said ‘let go,’ Cole,” you yelled this time, pushing him back. Upon finally doing so successfully, a figure stormed past you and immediately flung at Cole’s cheek, right at the spot that was already bruising. The impact knocked Cole to the ground as he wailed from the pain. Averting your gaze to the person, you saw Luke. Like a deranged bull, Luke grabbed Cole by the collar and lifted him up, going in for another hit, but you quickly stopped him, calling out his name.

Cole, who did not learn his lesson, spoke again, “Gods, of course! He runs to your aid again. You must be a good fuck for him to get this attached. How many times have you fucked him, huh? Gods, you’re such a whore, you know that?” If it were not for your hands stopping Luke and removing his grip from Cole’ shirt, Luke would have ensured Cole no longer had a face. 

“Cole, stay the fuck away from me. We are over.” Your words seemed to affect Luke more than Cole. It was as if Luke could feel an immense weight being lifted from his shoulders. “Let’s go, this is not worth it,” you told Luke. Cole barked a laugh at this.

“Man, you’re more trouble than it's worth. Do you know why no guys ever asked you out? You’re fucking difficult and clingy, that’s why. If it was not for that fucking bet, I would not have either.” Luke was about to launch at Cole but was caught off guard because you had already done it yourself. You punched him, aiming for his nose and teeth, making sure to break a few.

“You fucking bitch!” Cole spoke after he howled in agony. He spat out blood as his nose started bleeding, “Gods, you’re gonna pay for this.”

“Oh yeah? Come on!” you challenged him, motioning him to come over. Any sense of calm or restraint you had was long gone. “I’ll be the one sending you to the fucking infirmary this time,” right when you started approaching Cole again, you were quickly stopped by Luke. He stood behind you, one of his hands soothingly rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down. Luke averted his gaze to Cole.

“If you know any better, then leave, Cole. And don’t come near any of us again, or I promise you…” Luke trailed off, shaking his head as his eyes bore the weight of the promise he left unsaid, leaving it to Cole’s imagination as to what Luke would ever do to him if he ever saw the boy again. Something seemed to dawn on Cole as he saw the dark look on Luke’s face. Cole finally decided to leave the scene, limping away from the area as he muttered some insults under his breath.

You turned around and inspected Luke’s hand, which started bleeding again through the bandage. Taking his non-injured hand in yours, you wordlessly dragged the boy to the infirmary. Despite the excruciating pain spreading through his injured hand, Luke blushed at your action and followed you like a lost puppy.

The Apollo person on shift was someone you knew, so you managed to convince them to let you do the work on the Hermes boy. You observed his hand again, peeling off the dirty bandage from it. As you went to grab disinfectant, Luke softly held you back by flipped over his hand that was in yours so that he could take a look at your hand instead.

“Are you okay?” His words made you swiftly look over at him instead. There was a sad look on his face as he sat on the infirmary bed. You haven’t seen him this hurt and dejected in a long time.

“Am I okay? You’re the one with the bleeding hand.”

“You punched him quite hard.”

“He deserved it,” you settled on answering, hesitantly pulling your hand out of his so you could grab the things you needed. 

“You know I had that handled, right?” you asked mindlessly, trying to fill the silence as you disinfected his hand and wrapped a new bandage over it. “I don’t need you to defend my honor or anything, Luke. I can hold my own ground,” you tried joking.

“No, I know you can hold your own ground. Besides, I wasn’t defending your honor,” he spoke softly, watching as you delicately held his hand with so much care. He wished you could hold him like that as well. A quivering sigh escaped his soft lips, his voice much less firm than he wanted it to be: 

“I was defending the girl I’m in love with.”

You immediately looked at him, only to see him already gazing up at you. It was as if a blindfold had been taken off, you finally understood what your other friends were referring to when they said that Luke had always “looked” at you. His eyes were filled with adoration. However, this time, they were also decorated with pain.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him,” he stated, almost like it was a fact, and your gut knew it was true, too. 

“So….Why not me? I watched you give Cole - a complete asshole - a chance with you. I watched him give you so much less than what you deserve. It pains me, but I still sit here and wait for you to look in my direction for even one second in the way I have always looked at you. I could be so good to you, Y/N. I waited for you to realize I could be the one who loves you so endlessly and treats you way better than all these guys combined. So…why? Please tell me why and put me out of my misery. Why is it not me?”

“Luke…” you rasped out his name. Despite the pain he was in, his heart could not help but throb for a second as it yearned for the sound of your voice calling out to him again. He almost scowled at himself for the way he was reacting to you. Gods, you managed to unravel him through the sound of his name from your lips. He hesitated for a second, wondering if he would even be able to take it at all - if he was given a chance with you. Would he be able to handle the way your skin felt against his, or would his heart burst into unstoppable flames? Would he ever be able to move on if you ended up breaking his heart, or would it remain in scattered pieces of you?

“I love you,” he uttered so effortlessly, which almost convinced you he had said it a thousand times before. In a way, he did, but only in his mind after every time he bid you goodnight. Gods, never did you think he’d say it out loud and put it out there. You almost said it before as well - out loud to the universe, but never brave enough.

“Luke, I never knew,” Luke wanted to sigh as he looked away from you. For the first time ever, he did not want to be vulnerable and let you see his eyes. The same ones that had been looking longingly at you for the past five years, and you were too blinded to see.

He could have sworn that he had been laying it on thick for the past years - all the touches, the looks, his actions. Luke would always linger near you and select you first every time he had to go on a quest. And if he ever were selected to go on one without you, the first thing he would do after returning is wrap his arms around your waist as he pulled you into a hug, breathing in your presence like it would bring him back to life from the gruesome battles he had to go through while out of camp. Did all those actions throughout five years not show you enough that he was infatuated with you? He wanted to reassure you that what Cole said previously was not true. Many guys wanted you but never asked you out because they knew he would be first in line no matter what. 

"Luke, please, look at me," Of course he obeyed. His eyes met yours - the ones he always tried to find in a crowd of demigods.

“I never knew that you were an option. I did not know that I could choose you. I thought that even attempting to tell you about my feelings would break our friendship forever. I didn’t know you felt this way, too. In fact,” you dryly chuckled. “I was giving Cole a chance because I was trying to move on from you.” Luke tugged you closer to him, his fingers lingering on your hips. Thousands of thoughts speared through him as he tried to collect himself. A glimmer of hope presented itself as his mind toyed with the idea of you wanting him too.There was no way he was letting you move on now, not when you both have mutual feelings. 

“I thought I was deep in the friend zone. Did you not see all the moves I pulled on you?” he asked.

“What moves?”

“Uhm—the physical contact?”

“I thought you were just touchy.”

“I walked you back to your cabin every night!”

“Well, I thought it was just a best friend thing?”

“The first thing I do after every quest is search for you, you’re always the first one I want to see.”

“I really, really thought it was because you were my best friend.” He groaned at all of your responses.

“But do know, Luke. You have always been my first option in everything. And I would have chosen you again and again, the first pick every round…if I knew you were up for it.” He groaned again, but this time out of temptation and satisfaction. He didn’t think the metaphorical butterflies were real. He slowly but surely stood up from the infirmary’s bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. You reciprocated, your hands around his neck. He leaned closer to you and gulped. He wanted to say the right words, do the right things and not mess this up. He took a deep breath and finally settled on what to say next.

“Can I kiss you?” He muttered in a low, raspy voice with a restrained manner, as if he was holding himself back. Five years of pining led him to this point. You almost melted at the sound of his voice.

“Kiss me, Luke.”

And he did. He pulled you up and arched down, connecting your lips together. He dove in as if he had been waiting for this day his whole life. He felt every breath knocked out of his lungs. He sunk himself into this moment like he was living for it rather than in it. He kissed you as if it was the only time he could and as if you would evaporate if he stopped. His hands moved to your face to embrace your cheeks in his palm.

You started moving your hands up his head and played with his curly hair. You tugged it slightly, and the action drew a moan from Luke. The sound caused you to break away. It made you flustered that you had evoked such an alluring sound from the Hermes boy. 

“I wanna go slow for you, I really do. But it feels like I’ve been waiting for so long. I want to be a gentleman and not skip steps. But I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered before whimpering against your lips, “please be mine.”

He went in for another kiss again, but you pulled away. His heart clenched at this. The boy bit his lip and wanted to scowl at himself for attempting to speed things up. He was too greedy and wanted things too quickly for you. He almost whined at the thought of losing the chance he barely had.

“That was not a question, Luke. Ask me, and I’ll give you an answer,” he stared into your eyes, and it almost set him on fire. He never saw that much passion in them before. It almost matched his, and that made his heart fasten again.

“Will you be mine, sunshine?”

“Yes, Luke. As long as you’re mine too.”

“I have always been yours.”

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Simon giving Xavier so much shit in s1 even after it was confirmed that Xavier had nothing to do with Maddie's death vs him immediately accepting Claire being part of the Scooby gang is feminism

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Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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The next morning, the sun timidly shone through the hotel windows, and the muffled sound of footsteps in the hallway indicated that the training day had already begun. You had gotten up earlier than usual, feeling the accumulated pressure on your shoulders. But as you walked through the door of the dining hall, you saw Robby sitting alone at a table with a bowl of cereal in front of him.

He had his head down, staring at the food as if it were the only thing he could focus on at that moment. That made you smile with a touch of fondness. Robby always had this focused demeanor, taking things seriously yet with a lightness that made him seem older than he really was. You approached and, with a slightly tired smile, sat down at the table.

"Good morning, captain," you said, trying to mask the weight on your shoulders.

Robby looked up, the corners of his lips curving slightly into a smile. "Good morning," he replied, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to study you in a way that made you feel he knew exactly what was going on in your head. "Did you sleep well?"

You shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of juice, and as you drank, you searched for a way to respond without sounding like you were carrying the world on your shoulders. "Not really. Too much on my mind, you know? I can’t switch off."

Robby, ever observant, didn’t need more words to understand what you meant. He raised an eyebrow, curious but not pressuring you to say more than you wanted to. "Still thinking about Carmen?" he asked, with a softness only he seemed to possess.

You sighed, resting your elbow on the table, your eyes scanning the breakfast spread in front of you. "Yeah... And the tournament, too."

Robby leaned back in his chair, reflecting for a moment before flashing a sympathetic smile. "Look, you're the most determined person I know. If anyone can handle all of this, it’s you. And even if you don’t want to admit it, I know you’ve got everything under control."

A small smile crept onto your face, appreciating how Robby always managed to calm you down without even trying. He had this calm and steady presence that made you feel a bit more grounded amid the storm. "Thanks. I know you’re right, but sometimes I just wish everything would fall into place already."

Robby gave you a warm smile, the kind only he could give. He always had this tranquil energy, a presence that seemed to dissipate any clouds of doubt.

Before heading to practice, Robby gave you a playful nudge on the shoulder, joking as he always did. "And remember, when I win the tournament, you owe me that snack you promised, okay?"

You laughed, amused by how he always stayed optimistic even when the world seemed upside down.

"Oh, if you win, Robby, I’ll promise you a whole dinner," you replied with a genuine smile.

He made a dramatic gesture, as if already preparing for his prize. "Deal. I’ll hold you to that when the time comes."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

"So, what are you doing today?" Wolf asked, approaching you after the end of the competitions. The question came out casually, but there was something in his voice—a lightness you couldn’t ignore. It was as if he wanted to escape the pressure of the day, maybe in a way only he knew how.

You paused, hesitating for a moment, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you were trying to stay calm, but your mind was a whirlwind. The training, the competition results, the expectations... everything seemed to be piling up in your chest. Yet, somehow, you felt like you could trust Wolf enough to vent, even just a little.

"I’m thinking about training a bit more. But also... maybe I’ll take a walk around the city. I need some time to sort things out," you said, not looking at him directly, but hoping he would understand what you meant without you having to explain everything.

Wolf stayed silent for a few seconds, watching you in a way that seemed to analyze more than just your words. Then, unhurriedly, he gave a faint smile—a mix of understanding and something else.

"I’d say you might need some company," he replied, his voice calm, with a playful tone. But it was a genuine offer, as if he truly wanted to be there.

You looked at him, and somehow, you didn’t need to think much about accepting. There was something comforting about his presence, something that made the idea of being with him—even in silence—good company.

"Do you think you’re up for the job?" you asked with a subtle, almost teasing smile but without malice. Before waiting for a response, you were already turning to leave the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing on the empty floor.

Wolf smiled back, his gaze softer, as if he was amused by your challenge but not pushing it. "The job’s mine, if you give me the chance to prove it."

As you walked away, a feeling of something new and unexpected began to grow inside you. Something you couldn’t fully understand yet but that, somehow, felt like exactly what you needed.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ    ﹙ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔﹚   

After hours of intense training with Miyagi-Do, you found yourself alone in the gym, immersed in the rhythmic sound of your punches and kicks against the punching bag. The steady noise echoed through the empty room, almost hypnotic, as your muscles worked tirelessly. Each movement flowed with precision, and for a few moments, it felt like the world around you disappeared. The only thing that mattered was the challenge in those strikes—a relief from the thoughts piling up in your mind, helping you feel more centered with every hit.

Wolf's presence, however, was like a shadow—unexpected and silent. His voice cut through the room's stillness, interrupting your flow of concentration.

"Alone again, huh?" His unmistakable voice carried a casual tone, as if it were a gentle tease.

You paused for a second, feeling the cool air of the room contrasting with the heat generated by your training. Turning around, you saw him leaning against the doorframe, wearing his usual lazy smile. But his eyes were sharper, observing your movements with an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"If you're going to keep following me, at least bring me some coffee," you joked, trying to hide a smile when you realized he seemed more present there than he should have been.

He chuckled softly, almost as if amused, before crossing the space like it was the most natural thing in the world. His steps were unhurried, and his gaze stayed fixed on you, analyzing every detail of your demeanor.

"You're demanding, you know that?" he commented, coming closer, his voice husky and tinged with something you couldn’t fully decipher.

"Just fair," you replied without breaking eye contact before resuming your practice. Your body followed a sequence you'd repeated countless times, almost second nature by now. Even so, you knew you were testing yourself, pushing your limits because that was part of who you were: the challenge.

Wolf stood still, watching you for a few moments. The silence between you was palpable but not uncomfortable. He was studying your every move, every curve of your motion, as if trying to figure out what drove you to push yourself with such determination. His gaze carried weight, a magnetism that made the atmosphere around you feel heavier. It was impossible to ignore.

"What?" you finally asked, unable to suppress your curiosity.

"I'm just trying to understand you," he said, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. "You have this... way of making everything look easy, even when you're pushing yourself to the limit."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks but kept your focus. You couldn’t give in to the tension of the moment, even if part of you wanted to.

"Maybe it's because I don’t get distracted so easily," you countered, your voice carrying a subtle challenge.

"That sounded like a provocation," he murmured, stepping closer until he was almost within your reach. His proximity was overwhelming, and the warmth radiating from him seemed to fill the small distance between you.

Before you could respond or even process what was happening, Wolf leaned in slightly. It was quick, almost as if he anticipated your resistance, but not enough to stop him. His lips met yours in a soft, brief kiss, filled with intensity.

You froze for a second, too surprised to react. The touch was gentle but carried a purpose, an intent that made your heart race. He pulled back before you could reciprocate, his dark eyes meeting yours, assessing your reaction.

"What are you doing?" you asked in a whisper, trying to sound firm, but your voice came out hesitant.

"Testing a theory," he replied, the grin on his face now more daring, though there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "I just wanted to see if you really don’t get distracted that easily."

Your heart was conflicted, and the hesitation in the seconds that followed felt like an eternity. But deep down, something in you was yielding. You didn’t know if it was the moment, the intensity, or simply Wolf and the way he seemed to turn your world upside down.

"Come on, there’s a place I want to show you," he said, his voice softer now, contrasting with his earlier playful tone.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms in an attempt to maintain an irritated facade, though curiosity was already growing inside you.

"This again?" you asked, trying to suppress a smile. The last time he made such an offer, the night had turned out to be far more interesting than you'd expected.

He only smiled—that slightly crooked smile that seemed to carry a world of secrets and promises. It was annoyingly charming, as if he already knew you wouldn’t resist but was willing to wait, to give you the time you needed. When he extended his hand, the simple gesture carried a deeper weight, like a silent bridge between you.

"Trust me," his voice was soft but firm, carrying a calmness that somehow conveyed safety, even though the situation was completely unpredictable.

You arched an eyebrow, trying not to let on how your heart seemed to stumble in your chest.

"That’s asking too much," you joked, keeping your tone light even as the tension between you both was nearly tangible. Your hand hovered hesitantly in the air, not quite touching his.

Wolf tilted his head slightly, as if analyzing your response. The playful smile returned, but there was something deeper hidden behind his gaze.

"Maybe it is," he admitted, his honesty catching you off guard. "But you’ll have to take the risk."

Later that night, you and Wolf left the hotel, though it seemed like there was something more on his mind. Walking through the narrow streets of Barcelona, you noticed how his eyes scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something specific. The city, illuminated by the soft glow of lights reflecting off the old stones, had an undeniable charm. The fresh night air was inviting, and although you didn’t know exactly where you were headed, there was a quiet confidence in the way he led the way.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, turning to you with that signature smile of his.

“This again?” you teased, but the warmth in your chest betrayed the growing trust you truly felt.

He didn’t reply, just kept walking with you by his side. After a few minutes, you reached one of Barcelona’s most iconic landmarks: Park Güell. The main gate was closed at that hour, but Wolf seemed prepared. He found a discreet spot to climb over, and the mix of adrenaline and amusement as you scaled the fence made you laugh, momentarily forgetting about formalities.

When you finally reached the top of one of the park’s terraces, the view was breathtaking. The entire city stretched out before you, lit up like a sea of urban stars. The silence was broken only by a light breeze and the distant sounds of a city that never sleeps. Wolf sat down on one of the colorful mosaic benches and gave a small pat on the seat beside him, inviting you to join.

“Well? Was it worth it?” he asked, looking straight at you.

You gazed at the horizon, admiring the beauty of the city while feeling the weight of the moment between you.

“I’d say so,” you replied with a soft smile, glancing back at him.

Wolf didn’t seem satisfied with your answer. He tilted his head, his playful smile softening into something more serious.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said, his voice low and captivating.

There was a moment of silence between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that spoke volumes. When he leaned in slightly closer, the air seemed to change, growing heavier with something you couldn’t quite name—courage, or maybe recklessness.

And then he moved in, stealing a quick kiss, full of intent. His lips brushed yours with initial lightness, as though testing the waters, but the warmth of the moment was undeniable.

You froze for a second, startled by his boldness, but soon felt your heart racing. Wolf pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes alight with a mix of mischief and tenderness.

“I thought you’d stop me,” he teased, his voice husky with anticipation.

Still tasting him on your lips, you smiled, a little hesitant but unable to deny the palpable attraction between you.

“I’m still deciding,” you replied, though your gaze betrayed your words.

Wolf chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to resonate deep in your chest. He didn’t press further, but the intensity of the moment lingered, as if the kiss had been only the beginning of something neither of you dared to define just yet.

As you both sat there, looking out at the city side by side, the warmth of his presence was comforting, and the night seemed to take on a special meaning only the two of you understood.

The evening continued with an intensity you hadn’t expected but that felt natural, as though something long dormant had finally been given space to bloom. Wolf was careful, his gestures gentle yet firm, making it clear that the moment meant as much to him as it did to you.

The next morning, the light streaming through the thin curtains seemed brighter than usual, and it took you a few moments to get your bearings. The bed was still warm beside you, but when you turned your head, you realized Wolf wasn’t there. The spot where he had slept was already cold, indicating he’d been gone for some time.

A faint unease began to grow inside you. Maybe it was just your imagination, but something in the air felt different. Quickly dressing, you left the room, following the distant sound of muffled voices echoing down the hallway.

As you approached a small office at the end of the corridor, you immediately recognized the voices. You stopped near the slightly ajar door, your heart pounding as you listened. It was Wolf talking to someone. He sounded irritated, his voice firm but tinged with frustration.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, Silver,” he said, trying to keep his tone low, but it was clear he was holding something back.

“The plan?” Silver replied, their voice calm but with a calculated coldness that sent a chill down your spine. “You should know that unexpected things happen. We’re not here for romance, Wolf. You know what’s at stake.”

Romance? The word echoed in your mind like thunder. You felt your hands go cold as your mind scrambled to process what you were hearing. Wolf responded, his voice now quieter, almost inaudible, but his posture as he spoke was tense.

“She has nothing to do with this, Silver. I know what I’m doing.”

Silver let out a short, dry laugh.

“You think you do. But what you’ve done could jeopardize everything. We can’t afford distractions right now, especially when we’re so close.”

It felt like the ground had disappeared beneath your feet. Distraction. Was that what you were to him? Every moment from the night before, every smile, every glance... was it all just a distraction?

Without realizing it, you took a step back, causing the door to creak slightly. The voices in the office stopped instantly. You didn’t wait to see what would happen next. Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest as you hurried back down the hallway.

When you reached your room, you closed the door and leaned against it, taking deep breaths to calm the whirlwind of emotions threatening to overflow. The night before had been real to you, but now doubts were creeping in. Who was Wolf, really? And what exactly was at stake that you didn’t know about?

Not long after, there was a knock at the door. You didn’t answer, but Wolf’s voice came from the other side, calm yet laced with something that sounded... like concern.

“Can we talk?” he asked, not forcing his way in. “I know you heard. And I know how it must seem.”

You stayed silent for a moment, your hand hesitating on the doorknob. Opening that door would mean facing questions you weren’t sure you were ready to ask. But at the same time, a part of you wanted answers. Needed them.

Finally, you turned the knob and opened the door, facing Wolf with a mixture of distrust and expectation.

You felt a growing heat in your throat and mouth, but the only thing you managed to say was:

“You’re working with him?” Your voice was tense, and the air around you felt heavy.

He hesitated, and the silence that followed said more than any words could.

You didn’t know if you could trust anything anymore. All those feelings, that moment... now it all felt like a lie.

“So it was all a lie, then? All of it?” The bitterness in your voice was clear. The words came out heavier than you could control, and the weight of disappointment pressed against your chest.

He didn’t answer immediately. He ran a hand through his hair, as if searching for a way to explain himself. But nothing he could say seemed to make sense.

“It wasn’t a lie. Not all of it,” he finally said, trying to take a step closer to you.

But you stepped back.

“Not all of it?” you repeated, incredulous. “How am I supposed to trust you, Wolf? How am I supposed to believe anything you say?”

He seemed to struggle with his words, but before he could say anything else, you raised your hand, stopping him.

“Don’t say anything else. You’ve done enough,” your voice cracked. You took a deep breath, trying to regain control.

“Y/N…”

“No.”

With that, you turned away and grabbed your belongings, the weight of disappointment crushing your chest. Wolf didn’t try to follow you. He just stood there, watching you gather your things, knowing he had lost something he could never get back.

And as you walked away, you felt that this fight wasn’t just in the open. It was within you. Against the feelings that stubbornly lingered for someone who had broken your trust.

Oh Elenor Shellstrop you would have loved challengers

PART TWO I BEG OF UUUU

queen cobra

pairing: axel kovaćevic x reader

summary: the captain of cobra kai catches the eye of the captain of the iron dragons and manages to deal with her teammates and her crush on axel!

warnings: mentions of abuse, some swearing, kissing, fluff, little bit of angst and a little implication of smut at the end, kwon is alive, axel is a sweetheart, kreese is rotting in jail !

cobra kai was never your preferred environment, but you fought to survive there, even when the others tried to influence you. you were a good person and you stood by that. you just had to mask it when in the dojo. it’s not like you would be there long, the dojo was just a way to the sekai takai for you.

and you fought like fucking hell for your spot as captain.

you even dealt with the endless bullshit literally everyone except kwon and tory threw your way. before karate, you had trained boxing and taekwondo, mastering both of them. so, it was easy to say you had the highest kick of everyone your team.

which really did come in handy in moments like this! like when kwon started a stupid bet with miyagi-do over whose kicks were highest. the highest anyone had gone was some kid from the russian team named vlad.

169cm.

kwon hid you for the time being, as the miyagi-do male captain and him faced off in front of the crowd of sekai takai contestants. when they shook hands, you watched as he put chalk to his shoe and swung his leg as high as he could.

175cm.

the crowd cheered, surprised by the height he had managed. you and kwon only laughed. he stepped to the side to let you foward. “show them, captain.”

you grabbed the chalk from the ground and locked eyes with robby as you rubbed it on your shoe. you kicked as high as you could, marking an almost inhumanely high point on the wooden whale statue.

you had to admit you couldn’t eyeball the measurements on that one, but you had won by far.

there was a mixture of gasps and applause as your cobras immediately crowded around you, celebrating your easy victory. you stepped foward to the miyagi-do’s, and stuck out your hand to accept your prize.

a whole room to yourself!

you and the cobras were walking back to the hotel. you all had met up with sensei kim at a karate gym on the other side of the city, and were only now getting back. you walked ahead of the others, not really wanting to speak to them right now.

as you entered the hotel reception, you noticed a few familiar people your age, they were most likely from the same dojo. you were walking quite slow so you had time to observe.

on the couches were, a dark skinned girl, who was chewing loudly and texting on her phone and an asian boy, who seemed to be staring into nothing at all.

as you turned your attention back straight, you saw an incredibly cute boy, he looked european to you in some way, maybe scandinavian.. or slavic? you didn’t care! he towered over you, and you took a second to appreciate his features, his messy brown hair and dark green eyes, his sculpted face and built arms.

you shot him a flirty smile as you kept walking, which almost made him drop the plates he was carrying.

“axel! what the fuck? can’t you hold a plate?” the girl from the couch called out. ‘oh so she was a bitch!’ you thought, but dismissed it as you continued walking, the cobras following closely behind, chuckling at the scene.

how could he! he was such a fucking prick. yoon was already getting on your nerves but you lost your shit when he was bitching at you just because you were chosen captain over him.

you unknowingly stomped past your locker room, and accidentally pushed into the wrong one. but you heard something and quieted down. you heard loud, echoing grunts, hits and yells of “ais!”

you snuck to the doorframe, sneakily peering inside and seeing the cute boy from the lobby the day before. he was training with his sensei, delivering strike after strike to the punching mitts ahead of him.

he was insanely focused, and incredibly strong. even through the gi, you could tell he was built. the force behind his punches were insane, but his sensei withdrew from him immediately.

“what are you doing wrong?” his sensei yelled firmly and all of a sudden the incredibly powerful demeanour axel had just flaked away. he flinched as the older man threw the mitts to the floor.

you watched as his sensei struck the poor boy, you had almost grown attached to. not once, not twice. you could tell he had to hold himself back after the third time. he picked up the mitts and commanded axel to continue.

but before he even landed a second punch, the mitts were on the floor again and axel was being hit. you heart hurt to watch it. you let out a soft gasp.

axel turned his head at the sound and saw you, you shot him a sad smile and walked through the hallway, hearing his sensei yell at him as you kept walking forward.

the cobras wanted to go somewhere and get drunk, and as their captain, you had to go. plus you had secretly hoped you might bump into the guy you had been crushing on for the last two days.

kwon was slumped against the counter, trying to maintain a conversation with you, but miserably failing. yoon and the others were standing around tory, trying to make their lazy advances that seemed to go completely unnoticed.

“씨발, 나 산책하러 가야 돼.. 안전하게 지내라, 얘들아 (fuck this, i’m going on a walk, get home safe boys.)” tory practically growled at you, still insulted by the fact she couldn’t speak your language but the remainder of the team telling you goodnight or to stay safe.

you left your half empty bottle of beer on the counter as you walked out, heading straight for the beach. it was calm, and quiet, and for a second you thought you heard the same sounds as earlier.

“ais! ais!” you heard and you recognised the voice, turning to watch as axel stood a couple metres away from you, shirtless, practising his kata. you watched for a couple moments before you spoke up.

“that’s a really cool kata, what’s it called?” he immediately turned around. he smiled at the sight of you and answered softly, “it’s called enpi.”

you nodded and were about to answer before he spoke again, “i don’t mean to be rude, but it’s a pretty common kata, and you’re an incredible fighter, i’m shocked you don’t know it.”

you looked at the floor for a second, before meeting his eyes, as they watched you. “it’s okay! i’m originally a kick-boxer and i studied taekwondo, so that’s my more proficient area.. i can apply a lot of it to karate though so it’s perfect!”

he nodded and gave you a small smile as he continued the conversation with you. “you’re incredibly strong in karate, i wouldn’t have noticed!” he spoke to you.

you stepped closer to him and brushed his arm. “thank you, you’re very strong, i mean clearly.” you said, trying to make it clear you were flirting with him. “i-thank you.” his smile turned bashful and he felt his cheeks heat up.

“you’re amazing.” he said, and immediately paused to reformulate his statement. “i-mean your dojo’s amazing!” you beamed at him. he was honestly so cute you wanted to squeal sometimes.

you smiled, about to speak but he beat you to it once more. “can i join?” he asked you, and you immediately felt yourself get kind of excited at the idea.

“the cobras? i mean, the boys are stupid but kwon’s okay, he just tries to overcompensate when he’s around others but he’s such a sweetheart i promise-“ you began to ramble.

“i meant your walk..” he replied, almost annoyed with himself that he interrupted you once more. you smiled at him once more and accepted. “of course!” you watched as he turned around to grab his jacket.

your eyes fixed on his back, and the scars covering it. you touched them experimentally and felt his body tense under your hand. “i-i’m sorry.. are you okay?” you asked him, empathy laced in your voice.

he quickly grabbed his jacket and put it on, hiding his back from you. “i’m okay.” he quickly dismissed you. you slid your hand into his and nodded somberly. the pair of you started to walk towards the footpath.

you responded to him. “you don’t have to talk to me about it, but i know what it’s like to have an abusive sensei and it’s always okay to not be okay.” you turned your head to face him as he did the same for you.

“thank you. it means a lot.” he smiled softly as you both stood still and he stared at your face. you asked him to lean down a little bit, claiming you had a “secret” to whisper to him.

once he was close enough to your height, you reached onto your tippy toes and gave him a soft peck on the cheek. you let out a soft giggle as you did and he could’ve sworn he felt his heart beat out of his chest.

you had stumbled upon the cobras, well not all of them, but yoon and a few others. they were clearly drunk and yoon smirked as he saw you. “y/nnn, who’s the guy?” yoon asked, cockily as he dragged out the last letter.

axel’s hand tightened protectively against yours.

“who would’ve thought our captain’s with the enemy..” another boy pressed behind him, and you couldn’t quite make out who it was but it enraged you. you replied to them sharply, with authority.

“you know, i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter was being preyed on by a bunch of drunk losers on her team.” that’s when the remainder of the cobras scattered, but yoon stood in place. you were loosing your patience, and so was axel.

“and i’m sure sensei kim would love to hear that her star fighter is fucking around with some pussy off the hong kong team.” yoon cockily challenged you, but axel stepped forward instantly.

you put a hand on his chest and pushed him back, reassuring him you’d handle it but he kept his fists clenched in preparation.

you stepped towards yoon and spoke to him loudly. “지난번에 팀원 중에 나한테 엉뚱한 짓을 한 사람이 있었던 걸 기억나? (remember what happened the last time someone on the team fucked with me?)” he swallowed and waited for you to continue.

“그러니 그런 일이 일어나기 전에 빨리 호텔로 돌아가세요. (so get your pussy ass back to the hotel before it happens to you).” and with that, he sprinted in the opposite direction, following after his teammates.

you turned back to axel and smiled, “i’m so sorry, you had to be there for that.” you spoke softly to axel and you felt his rough hands envelope yours. “it’s okay, i’m sorry you have to put up with that.” he answered. gazing into your eyes.

“it’s okay, it’s not your fault. it’s all you expect from egotistical teenage boys.” you smiled a little, trying to lighten the mood a little bit.

“i’m not like that, am i?” he asked you, worried that he was like them. you instantly shook your head. “nonono, axel, not at all.” your gaze flicked between his lips and his eyes and he noticed it.

he held himself back, with the worry that you may have only done it as a mistake, or a way to make sure he was comfortable. he released one of your hands and the pair of you kept light conversation as you walked.

outside your hotel, he stopped. “we’re in the same hotel, axel, we don’t need to split up.” you turned to face him and watched as his brow furrowed slightly, in thought. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

you leant into his touch and looked up at him, knowing it was his way of making a move. you reached as high as you could to put a hand on the back of his neck, and the other rested on his chest as you pulled him into you.

his lips met yours. they were soft and you couldn’t help yourself. his hands reached down to your waist before he pulled away.

“we should probably go to our rooms now.” he said, and you giggled softly, once again, still excited from your kiss. you nodded in agreement, as you held hands again and walked to the elevator.

as soon as the doors shut, he couldn’t help himself any more and pressed you softly against the wall as you continued what you had done just a few minute prior, outside the hotel.

except this time, it was deeper, and it was hungry. his hands wandered over your body, tapping under your thighs, telling you to jump, and as you did, his strong arms held you, kneading at the flesh there as he continued to attack your lips.

at some point, when the pair of you were so wrapped up in eachother, the elevator doors opened. he frowned as you pulled away from him and commanded him jokingly to “put you down!”

he did, and just as you were about to leave, he spoke up once more. “let me walk you back.” and you accepted, still giddy from your stolen kisses.

once you reached your door you smiled and leant up to peck him on the cheek. “goodnight, axel!” and just as you turned around he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him once more.

he kissed you one last time before you went inside. “goodnight beautiful.” he smiled as he started walking away. it took you too seconds before you called after him, dragging him back once more.

“axel, i do have a room to myself… if you wanted to put it to good use?”