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Written in Rose Quartz

Chapter 9 - Unsuur/Builder Fic - Ruby

Warnings: Smut

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Unsuur felt completely out of his element the moment he stepped through his front door. Everything was just how he left it with his bed tucked away in one corner, a small wardrobe with his uniforms opposite it and a small cooking station near his rock collection near the door. As he took it all in, only to come to the conclusion that it all felt wrong for some reason. He’d gotten so used to staying at the workshop that his own home felt completely foreign to him now.

He would have to get used to it again—both the change in scenery and the fact that he would be alone again.

That would be the worst part of it.

He fished Uncertain out of his bag and placed him at the center of his collection.

The only piece of Robbie he had left now.

He sank onto his bed and buried his face in his hands. This was fine. He was fine. He lived alone before, he could do it again. Robbie would leave and he could go back to the way things were. It was just that simple.

The faint scent of tea leaves followed him home and lingered. It was almost too much to bear. He ripped off his coat and shoved it away, hoping that would get rid of it, but it hung thick in the air. It almost made him believe Robbie was there with him—almost. He shoved his face in his pillow and screamed.

He spent the next hour trying to make himself busy with unpacking and cleaning up his place, but there wasn’t much to be done. His place was immaculate. He just needed to keep his hands and mind busy. If he stopped long enough to think about Robbie, his resolve would crack before lunch.

Someone slammed their fist on his door, rocking the beaten wood on its hinges. A quick dose of adrenaline shot through his veins as he rushed to answer the door.

The last thing he expected to see on the other side was a red-faced Robbie. In fact, he had been so ready to never see her again that it didn’t even occur to him what he might do when he did. He had to physically stop himself from pulling her into a tight embrace. It was a stupid of him to think he could just up and disappear without her noticing. She wasn’t leaving for a few weeks. They were bound to bump into each other.

Neither of them spoke, they only stared at each other.

He opened the door a little wider and said, “Robbie, I—”

His voice shook her from her daze. “You!” He started. Him? What about him? “I woke up and you were—I mean, you can’t just—” She bared her teeth and shoved something in his face. “What the hell is this?”

The beads on the bracelet rattled softly as she shook it under his nose. “It’s a…” He hardly recognized his own voice. “It’s a bracelet.”

She scoffed. “Made of jade.”

“Forthrightness.”

“And red aventurine.”

“Possibilities.”

“And rose quartz.”

“Unconditional love,” he finished soberly. He figured out his feelings for her several days ago, but he was never going to be able to put those feelings into words. He’d just find a way to mess it up, but everything between them was already a mess. He had nothing left to lose. “I thought I should tell you and this was the best way I could think of. It only seemed appropriate that I let the rocks speak for me.”

She visibly paled. “Words written with stone?”

He arched an eyebrow. She almost sounded…relieved? “What do you want, Robbie?”

“Aside from cornering you about this?” She puffed out a breath of air that resembled a laugh as she replaced the bracelet on her wrist. The colors didn’t look as bad against her skin. “Look, I made a mistake.”

“You’re just chalk full of those, aren’t you?” She flinched and he instantly regretted saying it. That came out harsher than he intended, but it hung in the air between them. He knew he was allowed to feel a little bitter about the way she broke the news to him, but he would rather they made things right between them.

“You’re not wrong,” she conceded when the silence stretched on a beat too long for his comfort, “I’ve made a lot of mistakes over the last few weeks.”

“It’s alright if you regret last night.” He was beginning to regret it too. Now that he had a glimpse at what life with her was like, he selfishly wanted more.

“Unsuur.” She reached for him, but he took a pointed step away from her. He didn’t trust himself enough to let her touch him. His resolve was already hung by a thread. “I want you to know that of all the mistakes I’ve made, what happened between us last night will never be one of them.”

“But you’re still leaving.”

Silver lined her eyes. He tucked his hands behind his back to curb the overwhelming urge to wipe them away. “Last night, I thought that was the right choice, but then I woke up and you were gone and,” she released a shaky breath and wiped at her eyes, “let’s just say that was the worst I’ve ever felt and I never want to feel that way again. My mistake was letting you go thinking you weren’t enough because you are.”

Unsuur tried to wrap his head around that. His brothers were at the top of their careers. Married with children. His parents pride and joy. Then there was Unsuur—a deputy in training and not much else going for him. He hadn’t spoken to his family in years and he doubted they thought about him much at all. He was so used to being an afterthought that the fact that Robbie could ever think of him as something more shocked him—like being dunked in icy water. It jolted him awake and for the first time he felt seen.

He was no longer on the outside looking in.

He was here…present…wanted.

“If anything,” she continued mostly to herself, now, “I’m not enough and I wouldn’t blame you if—”

His resolve snapped and Unsuur kissed her—banishing any doubt she might have had. She relaxed and looped her arms around his neck. Lips parting, he licked inside her mouth and she tasted just how he remembered. They stumbled back until his knees hit the edge of his bed and he sat down, dragging her onto his lap.

“I love you,” he mumbled against her lips, “nothing was going to change that.”

“That’s pretty stubborn of you,” she dragged her lips down the column of his throat.

“I guess you’re rubbing off on me.”

“If it’s any consolation,” she toyed with the hem of his shirt, “I don’t think I’ve ever loved anything as much as I love you.”

A teasing smile curved his lips. “Not even sandthorn juice?”

“Close second, but you still win.”

She slipped her hands under his shirt and explored the planes of his chest like she hadn’t done so just a few hours ago. He shivered and fell back on the bed, content to let her explore. She tugged his shirt over his head then reached to undo his belt buckle when he took her hand. “Wait.” Robbie stopped and looked up at him with heavy eyes. “Does this mean you aren’t leaving?”

“I’m not leaving,” she said with a curt nod, “I couldn’t stomach the idea the moment I realized you were gone. Fortune tellers be damned.”

She said some wild things sometimes. “Fortune tellers?”

“I’ll tell you later.” She made quick work of his belt. “I’m sure we’ll laugh about it some day.” She eased his pants down his legs and threw them across the room, eyes pinning him in place. He watched with bated breath as she shoved her jeans off and scrambled back onto his lap.

Her core was hot, even through their underwear. She rolled her hips and his eyes rolled back in his head. She pressed a kiss under his ear and whispered, “But right now, there’s other things I’d rather focus on.”

She peppered a trail of kisses down his throat until she reached a soft patch of skin near the apex of his shoulder. Her teeth grazed the skin, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. “I want everyone to know you’re wanted.” She bit down on his shoulder hard enough to wrench an embarrassingly loud moan from his lips.

Her tongue darted out to soothe the sting of the bite before she moved back up his jaw. No one had ever bitten him before, but the sharp sting went straight to his cock. “But my jacket will hide that.”

She drew back, eyes heavy with her arousal. She’d taken the bait. Thank the Light, he wasn’t about to say outright how much that turned him on. “That’s a shame,” she purred, “So, where would you suggest my next mark goes?”

He lifted his chin, offering the soft skin where his jaw met his ear. Her smile turned feline as she latched onto him, all teeth and tongue. He never thought he’d be into this kind of thing. All his experiences leading up to this point had been bland. His partner, a woman named Mali, hadn’t been unattractive, but their hearts were never in it. Sex was just a way to relieve stress between the recruits when they were in the heat of bootcamp.

But Robbie made the idea of sex exciting—alluring even.

The fact that he’d have to hide all these marks come tomorrow made his cock throb. Or maybe he wouldn’t try that hard to hide them. Let Justice see them. Let everyone know that she wanted him.

His hips rolled lazily against hers while she sucked a dark bruise under his ear. There was no need to rush. Now that she planned to stay in Sandrock with him, he didn’t feel the immediate need to rip off her clothes and commit every bump and curve to memory. They had time and he intended to take the rest of the morning to pleasure her. Hell, maybe even the rest of the day if she’d let him.

He never liked to rush things.

And Robbie deserved his full attention.

Her breath hitched as he nudged her clit with the head of his cock. He dragged her slowly down his length, then repeated the motion a few more times. Her thighs twitched as they tightened around his hips. She was already breathing hard. “Are you close?” It was a genuine question, but it came out more like a purr.

“I just—” He gave a particularly forceful thrust. “Oh. Oh.” She buried her face in his shoulder and moaned.

A few more pointed thrusts and she came undone, his name on her lips, just like the night before. He decided he liked it when she said his name like that. It made his heart feel like it might explode, which would be concerning in any other context, but here with her, he decided it was perfectly acceptable.

She pressed her forehead to his and said, “You’re too good at this.”

“We had nothing better to do at bootcamp.” He wasn’t trying to brag. It was just a fact.

She snorted. “Well, I’m glad you took something away from your training.” She peeled herself off him and pulled her shirt over her head. “I want to take things a step further with you. Beyond what we did last night.”

His cock twitched—all in favor. “I don’t have any protection.” He never thought he’d need it. “As much as I want to, I’d prefer if we had it.”

“Well, for once, I actually came prepared.” She rifled through her discarded pants until she found what she was looking for. She held up the condom for him. He smirked, more than a little amused to see it. “What?” she snapped defensively, “Pablo gave them to me and I thought we might be able to patch things up.”

He would have to thank Pablo for his foresight. He ripped the pack open with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock while she stripped out of the rest of her clothes. He’d seen her naked already, but this time hit differently. It wasn’t as bittersweet.

She gripped him by the shoulders and settled back in his lap. “Are you ready?”

“I think the more important question is are you ready?” He pressed two fingers against her entrance, prepared to warm her up if she needed, but she was already dripping.

“You have no idea.”

She eased down on him, the slow stretch of her drawing a heady moan from his lips. She was warm and tight and she squeezed around him, the remnants of her orgasm still fluttering around his cock. His balls tightened and he almost exploded. He might have to get creative if he planned to do this the rest of the morning, because he wasn’t going to last too long.

She kissed his bruised lips the same moment she moved her hips. The sensation swept him away. They found a steady rhythm, like a boat bobbing on the water on a quiet day. It was slow. It was gentle. It was downright sensual.

Unsuur loved how she clenched around him with each slow roll of her hips.

His fingers traced her ribs as he moved up to cup one of her breasts. The pad of his thumb brushed over the peak of her nipple. She sighed and ground down on him a little harder. They teased each other with gentle touches until they both teetered on the edge of completion.

The sensation of nearing his release was akin to falling off the edge of a cliff—with the air rushing past him until his orgasm slammed him back to reality. It might not be the most romantic analogy, but he thought it covered it pretty well.

The hard enamel of her teeth grazed the shell of his ear. “Are you close?”

He could feel himself quickly approaching the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to hold out a little longer. Words were beyond him, but he tried. “Mhm.”

“Good. I’m almost there too.”

She quickened her pace and he felt the moment she came on his cock. She moaned his name and that sped things up for him. His hips stuttered as his orgasm slammed into him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and rode out his release with her. The roll of their hips slowed until they both stilled, their ragged breaths the only sound between them.

He was fairly certain he’d died. That was the only explanation for how weightless he felt as Robbie eased off his softening cock and settled next to him. She pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth and said, “Move in with me.”

Unsuur bit back a smile. He gathered her in his arms and fell back on the bed. She rested her head on his chest, toying with the dark patch of hair between his pectorals. “Your bed’s a little small for two people.”

“I have a couch.”

“What? Am I supposed to sleep on the couch?” Honestly, if that’s what it took to be near her, he’d do it, but there had to be a better solution.

“Fine. Move in with me after I finish my workshop expansion. Happy?”

He chuckled. “I like that idea much better. Deal.”

She nuzzled his chest, eyes heavy. “But you’re welcome to spend the night whenever you feel like until then.”

Unsuur peered around his cramped little shack, considering. “I might take you up on that offer.” He spent most of his adult life around people, but at the end of the day, he came home to a quiet, empty home. He would much rather come home to see Robbie at the end of each day. “I don’t like being alone.”

He’d never really admitted it out loud before, but doing so felt oddly freeing. A weight off his chest.

“Then you don’t have to be,” she said around a yawn, “I’ll be here for you.”

“Good,” he curled around her, “because I’m never letting you go.”

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interlagosgrl · 3 months

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adoraria ver um smut do kuku! um friends to lovers que acumulou tensão demais então tem mta putaria e dirty talk 🤓🤓

— aviso: friends to lovers (request anônima), dirty talk, palavrões, fingering, penetração vaginal, oral!fem, sexo desprotegido (usem camisinha), orgasm denial, creampie, agressão, álcool.

— word count: 2,9k.

— notas: obrigada por quem pediu e me deu ideia para escrever sobre o kuku! <3 as requests estão abertas, inclusive.

"acho que ninguém vai aparecer, guapa." Esteban concluiu ao olhar para o seu relógio digital e se dar conta de que já passavam das nove e meia.

você tinha tido a incrível (lê-se péssima) ideia de marcar um encontro às cegas para você e seu melhor amigo, Esteban. a ideia tinha sido da sua amiga de teatro que adorava se meter em enrascadas como aquela. ela prometeu que conseguiria achar um par para você e para Esteban e finalmente fazer vocês dois desencalharem, assim como ela tinha feito.

é claro que se Esteban percebesse que você tinha uma queda catastrófica por ele e ele a correspondesse, pouparia boa parte da humilhação de estar esperando por uma hora e meia dois estranhos que vocês nem mesmo conheciam.

"que humilhação." você bebeu toda a cerveja do seu copo em um gole só. "desde quando nos tornamos tão encalhados?"

Kukuriczka sabia que não tinha uma namorada só por causa de você. desde quando você entrou pelas portas do teatro e impressionou todos com sua facilidade de transparecer sentimentos grandiosos, você se tornou a atriz principal da peça da vida dele. e era patético como a tentativa de se aproximar de você tinha o jogado numa zona da amizade interminável.

"eu não faço ideia." ele deu de ombros, mimetizando o seu ato e bebendo a cerveja do seu copo de uma vez. "a gente é bonito. será que é porque somos atores?"

"provavelmente. ninguém quer namorar gente lisa." Esteban riu da sua piada e você se arrepiou de imediato. o jeito que os olhos pequenos dele fechavam quando ele sorria a fazia suspirar.

"quer beber uma dose de tequila?" Kuku sugeriu. estava fazendo aquilo para tomar um pouco de coragem e sugerir, na verdade, que você o visse mais do que como um amigo.

você deu de ombros, acenando para o barista. ao pedir as duas doses de tequila, o barista quase não tirava os olhos de você. quem poderia, afinal? seus cabelos grossos estavam presos no topo da cabeça depois de alguns copos de cerveja a deixarem com calor. os seios fartos estavam presos em um vestido florido decotado e de alcinha, fazendo jus ao calor de Buenos Aires. Esteban queria colocar a mão através da sua cintura e mostrar para aquele barista que você era dele. mas, você não era. então um olhar ameaçador foi o suficiente para que o cara desse para trás.

"vamos, chabón." você brindou seu shot ao dele e engoliu a bebida de uma vez. você sabia que seu corpo tinha resistência zero a tequila. queria que o álcool corrompesse suas veias para pedir Esteban que ele a levasse para casa e fizesse um pouco mais do que só te deixar na porta.

ele bebeu junto, rindo ao ver a sua careta. um calor insuportável correu pelo seu corpo a medida que o líquido descia a sua garganta. as bochechas de Esteban ficaram ainda mais avermelhadas do que já estavam e você sentiu aquela urgência incontrolável de beijar os lábios rosados do argentino.

"o que mais precisamos fazer para dar esse encontro como concluído?" você perguntou, torcendo para que ele falasse logo as palavras que lhe sufocavam na garganta.

"dançar?" ele sugeriu, erguendo uma das sobrancelhas. você decidiu que aquela reposta era o máximo que conseguiria arrancar de Esteban. afinal, em todos aqueles meses que você estava no teatro e havia saído com ele, jamais o viu dar em cima de nenhuma mulher. uma quantidade exacerbada de mulheres iniciava uma conversação com ele, mas ele nunca havia feito nada além de conversar como uma pessoa educada. talvez ele só não se interessasse por ninguém.

isso não a impediria de pelo menos tentar. nunca havia feito nada que demonstrasse suas verdadeiras intenções com o Kukuriczka. é claro, você já havia levado café da manhã para ele nos ensaios das peças e dado incontáveis caronas quando o carro dele quebrava, mas isso era uma coisa qualquer entre amigos. hoje, você o deixaria ciente de que queria mais. e se ele não quisesse, você já estava bem treinada em ser apenas a melhor amiga.

entrelaçando seus dedos aos de Esteban, você o puxou para o meio do bar. algumas outras pessoas dançavam entre as mesas, aproveitando o som acústico de um homem e sua banda. você gostava de dançar, era uma ótima dançarina e Esteban sabia bem. quando você colocou seus braços ao redor do pescoço dele, um pedaço dele foi à loucura.

depois de segurar a sua cintura, Esteban deixou que você fizesse todo o trabalho. dançaram, giraram, cantaram com estranhos. você mantinha sua distância até que a banda decidiu tocar algo mais lento. então, você colou o seu quadril ao dele e o olhou no fundo dos olhos escuros do mais alto. o olhar estava estreito, sério, calculando cada passo seu. e você jurou ter visto um vislumbre de desejo nos olhos de Kukuriczka.

movendo o quadril lentamente e mantendo-se focada no olhar alheio, você sentiu o calor de minutos antes subindo por todo o corpo. dessa vez, não era a tequila. era Esteban que agarrava a sua cintura com força e pressionava a coxa dele entre as suas pernas. você suspirou baixinho e fechou os olhos, apoiando sua cabeça contra o ombro dele e aproveitando aqueles segundos intermináveis antes da voz rouca chegar ao seu ouvido.

"agora só falta eu te levar para casa para darmos esse encontro como concluído." a voz grave te deixou entorpecida por um momento.

"ainda está cedo, chábon. vai dar a noite por encerrada?" você voltou a encará-lo.

o sorriso doce e gentil de Esteban adornou sua face, mas desta vez ele escondia uma malícia que você jamais tinha visto transparecer na face do argentino.

"acredite, a sua noite não vai acabar tão cedo."

aquela mera afirmação foi o suficiente para que vocês dois pagassem a conta e se enfiassem no primeiro táxi que viram. você não sabia como tinha se aguentando durante todo o percurso. enquanto Esteban conversava amenidades com o motorista, a mão dele não saiu da sua coxa. os dedos esguios e firmes seguravam sua pele com força, como se você fosse escapar. de minuto em minuto ele subia cada vez mais, se aproximando da sua calcinha que já estava arruinada de tão molhada. ele deixava alguns beijos no seu pescoço de vez em quando, sorrindo ao ver a bagunça em que você se encontrava.

o apartamento de Esteban ficava num prédio modesto no centro. você ansiava para ficar sozinha com ele para poder se livrar do vestido que, nessa altura, tinha virado uma prisão.

quando vocês dois pisaram no elevador, você já estava pronta para tocá-lo mais uma vez quando uma senhorinha simpática entrou e apertou o número cinco no painel. ela iniciou uma conversação com Esteban, perguntando como ia a vida e se você era a namorada dele. aparentemente, a mulher tentava unir a filha dela ao ator há muitos meses. "agora entendo porque você não dá bola... tem uma namorada tão bonita!"

Kukuriczka mantinha a pose de bom moço enquanto fazia conversa com a senhora. o elevador se movia lentamente e a mão de Esteban segurava a sua bunda com força, te mantendo quietinha no seu lugar. a senhora nem mesmo se dava conta da nuvem de tensão que tomava o elevador.

ao se despedir da senhora no quinto andar, Esteban a olhou de soslaio com um sorriso divertido no rosto. ele estava adorando tudo aquilo. paradoxalmente, depois de esperar por tanto tempo, era ainda mais divertido postergar o contato físico. ainda mais porque ele sabia que, de um jeito ou de outro, ele te comeria naquela noite.

o elevador chegou no sexto andar e vocês seguiram para o apartamento. você já conhecia aquele corredor e o tapete de boas-vindas na porta de Esteban. estivera lá muitas vezes como uma mera amiga, ensaiando roteiros e vendo jogos de futebol. foi por isso que foi tão fácil para você colocar a bolsa na mesinha ao lado da porta, retirando as botas curtas que a faziam suar.

"você 'tá com cara de quem quer pica a noite inteira, sabia?" ele a puxou pela cintura, colando o corpo dele ao seu. você pôde sentir a ereção alheia roçando na sua bunda de um lado para o outro, a provocando cada vez mais.

"provavelmente porque eu quero que você me foda logo." você rebateu. tinha segurado a sua língua por bastante tempo, portanto não iria medir as palavras naquela noite.

"e qual a graça nisso, mami?" as mãos de Esteban subiam pelo seu corpo, passando da cintura para os seus seios e dos seios para o pescoço. você jurou que era possível gozar só de sentir a respiração dele no seu pescoço e as mãos dele te tocando. "tenho esperado muito tempo por isso, mas te ver como uma putinha necessitada vale por toda a espera."

"você devia fazer sua putinha gozar." você sussurrou. Esteban se movia lentamente pela casa, te guiando até onde ele quisesse. naquela altura você faria tudo que ele mandasse por puro desespero. quando vocês chegaram à mesinha que ficava entre a sala e a cozinha, ele te curvou sobre a superfície, deixando a sua bunda bem empinada.

"não se preocupe." os dedos ágeis subiram o seu vestido rapidamente, entrelaçando-se na calcinha antes de descê-la pelas suas pernas. "é o que eu pretendo fazer. só vai demorar muito mais que o necessário."

as mãos grandes apertaram sua bunda com força antes te deixar um tapa em cada lado. você queria ficar calada e evitar que ele tivesse toda diversão, mas o mais pequeno dos toques arrancava os gemidos necessitados da sua boca.

Esteban levava o seu tempo para explorar seu corpo. deixou a ponta dos dedos correrem pelas suas costas, pelos seios, pelo pescoço, pelos seus braços, descer pelo meio das coxas antes de finalmente encontrarem a sua intimidade. um riso baixo escapou dos lábios do argentino ao ver o quão molhada você estava. os dedos esguios deslizavam com facilidade entre os seus lábios.

"agora, nena, seja boa pra mim e me avise quando você for gozar." ele ordenou, massageando o seu clitóris com movimentos circulares. você gemeu baixinho, o filho da puta sabia exatamente onde ficava o seu ponto sensível e como estimulá-lo corretamente, sempre de maneira lenta e constante.

"por que acha que vai me fazer gozar tão rápido?" você provocou, sentindo os dedos dele vacilarem ao ouvir aquela sentença. os dedos desceram para a sua entrada, acariciando-a levemente.

"deve ser porque você está igual uma cachorra de quatro na minha mesa." dois dedos a penetraram de uma vez, fazendo você morder o seu lábio inferior com força. você não conteve a necessidade de mover o seu quadril de um lado para o outro. "viu? igual uma cadela."

Esteban segurou o seu quadril e a pressionou na mesa, a impedindo de se mover um centímetro sequer. os dedos dele começaram a se movimentar, para frente e para trás, indo bem fundo dentro de você. você estava tão molhada que foi fácil para ele adicionar um terceiro dedo.

seus gemidos estavam cada vez mais altos, o que a fez pensar na senhorinha do andar debaixo que provavelmente iria escutar tudo. os dedos dele fizeram um movimento de gancho, atingindo o seu ponto mais sensível. você revirou os olhos, estremecendo na mesa de madeira enquanto Esteban te fodia tão rapidamente que era impossível para você formular qualquer palavra além do nome dele.

quando você estava próxima do seu orgasmo, suas mãos agarraram a beirada da mesa com força. uma série de palavras desconexas saíram da sua boca e Esteban sabia muito bem que você iria gozar. então, tão rápido como te fodia, ele tirou os dedos de dentro de você e a deixou a beira do seu ápice.

"que porra é essa, Esteban?" você ergueu o seu corpo, sentindo que poderia chutá-lo de tanta raiva que percorria o seu corpo naquele momento. ele a empurrou de volta para a mesa, dessa vez com você virada para cima.

"deita e relaxa, linda. você vai gozar." Esteban te deitou na mesa com delicadeza. você ainda estava um pouco resistente, mas deixou que ele abrisse as suas pernas e se ajoelhasse no chão. "mas só quando que eu quiser."

o ator capturou a parte interna da sua coxa com os dentes, mordendo e beijando aquela região enquanto esperava que você voltasse ao seu normal. se ele te chupasse cedo demais, você retomaria o seu orgasmo e a brincadeira acabaria muito cedo.

"eu te odeio, Esteban." você murmurou, apoiando-se nos seus cotovelos para ter uma vis��o privilegiada dele te chupando. o cabelo dele estava bagunçado e as bochechas estavam vermelhas. urgia a vontade de você sentar na piroca daquele homem.

"cala a boca e geme pra mim, perra." Kukuriczka murmurou, deslizando a língua por toda a sua buceta molhada. o músculo quente circulou no seu ponto sensível, sugando-o com a pressão necessária para fazer você se revirar na mesa de madeira. você apoiou um dos seus pés nos ombros largos do argentino, que te chupava com tanta vontade que lágrimas começavam a se formar nos cantos dos seus olhos.

"me deixa gozar desta vez, Kuku. por favor." você implorou com uma voz manhosa. em resposta, o argentino continuou alternando entre sugadas e movimentos circulares cada vez mais fortes. suas mãos agarraram os fios bagunçados do homem, os puxando com força para descontar o misto de prazer e ódio que ele lhe causava. dessa vez, sem o avisar, você atingiu o seu orgasmo com tanta facilidade que se sentiu tonta. um gemido arrastado saiu da sua garganta enquanto você fechava os olhos e aproveitava a sensação gostosa que vinha em ondas, te entorpecendo completamente.

o homem se levantou, orgulhoso pelo seu trabalho. um sorriso adornava os lábios rosados quando ele se aproximou do seu rosto, fazendo questão de beijá-la para que você sentisse não só o gosto de si própria mas do seu líquido. as mãos grandes voltaram a enforcá-la, a deixando ainda mais sensível do que já estava.

"agora é minha vez." ele a puxou para que ficasse de pé. suas pernas estavam bambas e a visão estava turva de tanto prazer que tinha recebido segundos atrás. Esteban retirou a camiseta que usava. te impressionava o autocontrole que ele tinha. ainda estava completamente vestido apesar de você conseguir ver nitidamente o tamanho da ereção que sobressaltava em sua calça. "vai quicar no meu pau agora como a cadela que você é."

uma vez que a camiseta atingiu o chão, a calça e a cueca de Esteban se foram e você se pegou admirando o pau rosado e cheio de veias. você se perguntou como seria sentar num pau tão grosso quanto aquele. aquele medo prévio de quando você transa com alguém pela primeira vez já tinha abandonado seus pensamentos há muito tempo. ele era muito mais do que você já tinha fantasiado.

o argentino se sentou em uma das cadeiras da mesa, te chamando com um dedo só. você se sentia mesmo como uma cachorra. completamente às ordens dele, fazendo o que ele quisesse. você traçou seu caminho até ele como uma marionete, deixando que ele firmasse o próprio pau para que você pudesse sentar.

você fechou os olhos e gemeu alto enquanto o membro alheio deslizava para dentro de você tão rapidamente. Esteban não lhe deu nem mesmo tempo para se acomodar ao tamanho, em segundos estava apertando a sua cintura e a forçando para cima e para baixo.

de frente para ele, o olhando nos olhos, o ato se tornou muito mais sujo do que já era. o tesão dele era palpável e todo aquele autocontrole se esvaía a medida que a sua buceta contraia com ele dentro, arrancando gemidos e suspiros do ator. ao mesmo tempo, você conseguia ver uma pontinha de carinho e admiração. era como se ele estivesse esperando aquilo por muito tempo. como se você fosse a mulher que ele mais admirava no mundo.

"no me mires así, linda." ele segurou suas bochechas com força, empurrando o quadril contra você. um gemido rouco escapou dos seus lábios com a profundidade que ele havia acabado de atingir. "vai me deixar apaixonado."

um arrepio correu por todo o seu corpo, te fazendo estremecer. você continuava quicando, olhando fixamente para os olhos bonitos do argentino que lhe tiravam a sanidade. ouvi-lo falar daquela maneira causava mais reações do que ouvi-lo falando bobagens.

"acredite, Kuku. você não vai ser o único." você murmurou, beijando-o necessitadamente. ele ainda segurava o seu rosto, carinhosamente. suas línguas se entrelaçaram em um ritmo constante, assim como os seus quadris que se movimentavam juntos. diferentes arrepios e sensações percorreram seu corpo enquanto você sentia o carinho com o qual Esteban te segurava.

"eu vou gozar, nena." ele anunciou. você continuou quicando, ainda mais rápido e com mais força. vê-lo revirar os olhos e gemer era uma visão paradisíaca. você sentia que iria gozar novamente. vê-lo naquela situação era excitante o suficiente para trazer o seu orgasmo por uma segunda vez. você não conseguia parar de dar cada vez mais até sentir o líquido quente escorrendo pelas suas pernas e ouvir o gemido rouco e arrastado do ator, que abraçou o seu corpo com força enquanto se forçava a continuar movimentando o quadril contra o seu.

você estremeceu quando gozou pela segunda vez, gemendo o nome de Esteban tão arrastado que você o sentiu tremer abaixo de si. seus olhos encontraram os dele novamente e você suspirou, unindo suas testas. ele segurou os seus cabelos, deixando um beijinho na ponta do seu nariz.

"ay, Kuku." você gemeu baixinho, abrindo um sorriso bobo. "estamos fodidos, não estamos?"

#esteban kukuriczka #kuku #esteban kuku #esteban kukuriczka x reader #esteban kukuriczka x you #smut #lsdln cast #lsdln #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #a sociedade da neve #matias recalt #enzo vogrincic #autorias #esteban kukuriczka smut

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alihostyalohomora · 3 months

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Blurred Vision, a MTAS Logan romance fanfic

I present you my first MTAS fanfic ! 16 chapters are out actually, with more than 75k words and a lot of Logan fluff (and smut). --- Summary : An accident at the valley of Whispers made our builder almost blind. She can only see blurry silhouettes on the light. Since, she feels fragile, and she feels useless, struggling to keep her job as a builder and only keeping it thanks to an arrangement with Mi-an and Rocky. But the worst thing about being blind, is to have been unable to see the face of the old mill mysterious stranger, that day. ---

The downside of wearing a protective suit was the inability to wipe away the dripping sweat from one's forehead. And sweating, she was a lot. She needed those aluminum scraps nonetheless, so she did her best to endure the unbearable heat in her suit and keep on salvaging the materials. It was close to midday, and the sun was beating down hard on the Valley of Whispers.

Another major flaw of the protective suit was that it would alter certain abilities, notably hearing. Which was probably the reason she never heard the pack of masked fiends arrive behind her before it was too late. When she noticed them, they were already lighting a bomb and aiming at her. But lighting a bomb in an area full of toxic gas was definitely not the best thing to do. Before they could launch it at her, a massive explosion occurred, and all things went black as she was violently thrown backwards.

When she regained consciousness, she first thought it was nighttime, for she saw nothing. She groped for her weapon but could not find it. Anxiety ran through her veins. How much time had she been unconscious and at the mercy of the nearby monsters? She then noticed that she was having a hard time breathing. Her suit has lost its impermeability. She was breathing toxic gas.

Panic succeeded anxiety. She still saw nothing, and the harshness of the acid gas ran into her breaths. She needed to move, and quickly. Desperate, she whistled. She was pretty sure her horse had fled with the explosion. But after what felt like an eternity, she heard the muffled sound of hooves on the sand.

“Dybet!�� she whispered, relieved. She felt the gentle warmth of her mare's nostrils against her hair. Slowly, she rose to her feet, steadying herself against her mount. She then struggled to get into the saddle, and she succeeded only thanks to the adrenaline that only a deep survival instinct could summon.

"Take me home" she implored to her horse.

Whether or not her mare understood her command, she set off, and she could only allow herself to be transported. She did not remember when she fell unconscious again, but when she woke up, she was still in the saddle, weakly lying on Dybet's neck.

"Builder!"

She heard the cry but couldn't reply. She felt hands lifting her off the saddle. Amid panicked screams from several people she did not recognize, she sensed her suit being removed.

"Go fetch Dr Fang! NOW!"

She passed out. [Read more on AO3]

#mtas logan #mtas fanfic #my time at sandrock #mtas logan romance #mtas fic #my time at sandrock logan #my time at sandrock fanfic

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rickyswift · 1 year

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oi amora!!! posso ser a anon do 🍑?

enfim, eu estoy soltando rojão pelo cu por conta do ricky, e eu simplesmente n consigo não pensar nele sendo um top de serviço e meio submisso, ele tem carinha de simplesmente entrar em êxtase e to pensando mt nisso

oii nenem! pode ser sim 🫶 minha primeira anon 😭

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK soltando rojao pelo cu me pegou de um jeito

eu concordo muito com isso, vejo mta gente dizendo q ele é aqueles dominadores cliches, daddy kink e bla bla mas eu vejo ele IMPLORANDO pra TE dar prazer, sabe? do tipo "por favor, faz o que quiser comigo 🥺🥺"... o seu prazer é o prazer dele, ele quer ser usado por você :((

ricky x leitora (pronomes femininos)

gênero: smut

avisos: leitora tem uma vagina, oral (leitora recebe), sub!ricky, as mãos dele estão amarradas, palavras sujas.

ricky gosta quando você o chama de brinquedinho e quando o trata como um, como naquela vez em que ele te pediu pra sentar na cara dele.

ele estava com as mãos amarradas por uma fita rosa, essa que fazia um contraste lindo com o abdômen pálido e desnudo logo abaixo e com a calça jeans azul escuro que ricky ainda usava. vocês estavam no chão da sala mas o desconforto disso não te atingia já que o rosto de seu namorado era muito macio.

seu clitóris roçava no nariz pontudinho do loiro e o interior de sua buceta era bem acariciado pelos lábios fofos e vermelhinhos de lip balm que ele tinha. você ia para frente e para trás desesperadamente querendo mais, ele prontamente notou e colocou a língua para fora e deixou que você se esfregasse no músculo aspero. — você é meu brinquedinho, né? — nenhuma resposta foi ouvida já que ele estava com a boca muito ocupada.

ricky queria muito tocar nos seus seios só que era impossível pela posição que estavam agora, mas por costume as mãos atadas dele se mexiam sem parar. você se levantou um pouco para ajustar melhor a posição e ricky se desesperou achando que você ia parar. — calma, gatinho. — você riu e resolveu o torturar mais um pouco. ele tentava alcançar sua vagina levantando o pescoço mas era difícil demais, ricky então começou a empurrar o próprio quadril contra a costura de sua calça, tentando conseguir um pouco de fricção e se aliviar enquanto não te tinha.

a visão que você tinha dele com os olhinhos de gatinhos espremidos, boquinha pequena e redondinha clamando pelo seu nome e nariz com o topo brilhando também estava começando a te torturar. foi quando decidiu sentar forte novamente, dessa vez com as penas mais afastadas para sua buceta e os lábios dele ficarem mais próximos do que nunca. a surpresa foi tão gostosa para ricky que ele gozou sem dó no interior de sua calça numa última levantada de quadril.

você sentiu os movimentos dele diminuírem, afinal ele estava em êxtase pelo climax recente e por estar felizmente sendo esmagado por ti. — meu brinquedinho tá ficando sem bateria, hm? eu ainda não tive um orgasmo bebê... você não quer deixar seu trabalho incompleto, quer? — é claro que ricky não queria, se pudesse ele viveria apenas dentro de casa te servindo de todos os jeitos.

logo seu ritmo foi recuperado e ele deixou a língua ereta para você sentar e assim aconteceu. cada vez que você descia e batia com a intimidade no rosto de ricky, um raio percorria as veias causando espasmos por todo o corpo do loiro.

depois de muitas investidas, chupadas, lambidas e além, você finalmente gozou. puxou os cabelos dele fortemente e deu uma última esfregada em seu capacho - era isso o que ele era, afinal.

ricky respirou fundo quando você saiu da posição, aproveitando o último momento com o seu cheiro. assim que as mãos deles foram soltas pelas suas, ele foi rápido em ir até a calça para passar a mão, confirmando assim que havia gozado duas vezes.

a fricção na região do zíper foi bacana e fez o seu trabalho, mas te ver e te sentir gozando na cara dele foi o ápice da noite.

não sei se ficou do jeito q vc tava imaginando, mas espero q goste mesmo assim :)

#🍑 anon #zb1 smut #ricky smut #pt-br #português #brasil #kpop #smut #ricky x reader #zb1 imagine

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sunshyni · 8 months

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oiii, tudo bem? Sou uma seguidora nova e quero começar a escrever uma história mas nunca postei aqui e não entendo mt bem das categorias (e nunca escrevi uma história com idol) vc poderia me dar alguma dica?

Oiii amor!!! Bem-vindx ao meu mundinho!!! KKKKKK

TÔ TÃO ANSIOSA PRA RESPONDER SUA ASK!!! ENTÃO, BORA LÁ!!!

Eu n sei se eu sou a pessoa mais adequada pra responder isso, masss vou dar o meu melhor KKKKKK

Comecei a postar aq recentemente, mas antes de qualquer coisa, digamos q eu tive q estudar um pouquinho. Fazia mto tempo q eu n escrevia pra postar em algum lugar, então a única coisa q eu sabia msm o significado era o de "oneshots", aquelas histórias de 1 capítulo, sabe??? Ai eu descobri os smuts, os drabbles, os scenarios, os br au, os headcanon, confesso q fiquei maluquinha e acho q até hj tem mta coisa q eu n faço a menor ideia, mas já dizia Sócrates né? "Só sei q nada sei" KKKKKK

Então, o q q eu fiz? Eu procurei escritorxs por aqui e li mtaaa coisa, procurando me atentar com as estruturas dos posts pra pegar inspiração e tentar fazer algo bacana. Descobri pessoas mto talentosas q eu fico de boca aberta sempre q leio algo delas, sériooo, tem mta gnt legal e acolhedora por aq. Se vc estiver afim, eu tenho uma tag chamada #sun favs em q eu reposto tdos os textos q já li e gostei pra caramba.

Mas assim, em questão de categoria, vou te falar das clássicas, fluffy (uma coisa mais fofinha e afins), smut (conteúdo +18 em questão de teor sexual) e angst (deprê), é tipo... as escolas artísticas, sabe??? Histórias da categoria angst dariam um belo exemplo de obra do expressionismo.

Sobre escrever com idols... Não lembro como foi minha primeira vez fazendo isso KKKKKK Masss deixa eu te falar q às vzs eu sinto vergonha escrevendo diálogo KKKKKK Principalmente pelo meu foco ser romance, mas deixa baixo... KKKKKK

No mais, acho q a melhor dica pra isso seria: só escreve, n se limita a nada e só se diverte.

Eu n sei se te ajudei com alguma coisa KKKKKK Mas é isso aí!!! Desculpa o textão KKKKKK e boa sorte com a escrita, seja o q for, pode ter ctz q tô aqui pra te apoiar ☝️🤓

#sun asks

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hyunjungjae · 8 months

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vendo aq q mtas escritoras estão num período sensível, enquanto eu to aqui escrevendo um pedido e to botando mais história que smut, omg q universo eh esse onde pela primeira vez meu fogo no cu aquietou

#cotidiano da marie #n to entendendo #esse universo paralelo #estranho🤨

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mozajf · 4 months

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A month or so ago, I posted a sweetly smutty story about Logan and Owen as an existing couple, and how they ended up in a throuple with my builder. And that was supposed to be it. I mentioned a little bit about how they'd got together after Owen had come home from his travels and Logan spent the next two years chasing him, but no details.

Yeah, well, jokes on me, the younger version of Logan is LOUD! He wanted that story told! So, yeah, I wrote more smut! A little bit about how the three of them are now, and where Sandrock is, and a lot about how the guys got together!

It's AU and and there's a couple of minor late game spoilers, although without context, they might not be too bad!

Enjoy, I hope!

Three of a Kind - moza_jf - My Time At Sandrock (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

#mtas #fanfic #my time at sandrock #mtas logan #mtas owen #why choose #smut

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pepperonibread · 5 months

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Fault Lines Update

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Bean Fanfic Bingo

#mtas #my time at sandrock #mtas fanfic #mtas smut?#mtas logan/builder

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aurasplanet · 20 days

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RULES . ݁ 𐒘𝛠 ⊹

will write

smut, fluff, angst, htc, d/s dynamics, mommy kink, modern!au, canon noncompliant.

won’t write

male!reader smut, daddy kink, reader death, major character death, cegan, mta.

dni list

cegan shippers, fit basic dni (racist, homophobic, etc.), if you hate literally any twd woman, mta.

#navigation

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imninahchan · 3 months

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essa foto do simon e do pipe na piscina oh delícia pode ir me botando

e cabe a madre ninachan dar ao povo um smut deles com a leitora nesse cenário! um dia de férias deles no brasil com ela com caipirinha, piscina, sol e mta putaria 💭💭💭 moro num país tropical abençoado por deus 🙏🏻

oii simon e pipe podem me ajudar a passar filtro solar nas costas rsrsrsrees

#[💌] fala comigo bebê

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athenagc94 · 2 years

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Written in Rose Quartz

Chapter 8 - Unsuur/Builder Fic - Fluorite

Warnings: Smut, Anxiety and Night Terrors

You can also keep up with it on my AO3 here.

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Every breath that sawed from Unsuur’s chest sent a painful jolt skittering across his ribs. He caught himself on the rough hewn stone and took a second to catch his breath. The light jog he took up the hill to the scrapyard had been fine, but he struggled to maintain a similar pace in the mine. This kind of legwork never winded him like this before. Clearly, bedrest hadn’t done him any favors and he would make sure Justice knew that.

He placed a hand over his racing heart and managed a deep breath. His side twinged painfully. He looked forward to the day when it didn’t hurt to breathe.

Robbie carved a deliberate path through the old mine system that made following her easy enough. Somewhere in the distance, he heard the sound of metal striking rock and some tension eased from his shoulders. He had to be close. He could have left it at that—Robbie was striking away and that meant she was alright, but he wanted to see her with his own two eyes before he headed back to the surface.

He found her a minute later, shoulders hunched as she sifted through a pile of rubble. A thin layer of stone dust gave her hair a reddish tint. Each move was stiff and automatic like ths was running on dregs.

“Robbie?”

She squealed and whipped around—her pickhammer raised defensively over her head. Despite the initial surprise, he could see the clear exhaustion dulling her expression.

“Unsuur?” She lowered her pickhammer. The hilt caught between the cracks of the bedrock with enough stability to lean her weight on it. She looked ready to keel over, but otherwise unharmed. “What are you doing down here? It’s only—” She checked her watch. “Fuck. Is it that late already?”

The relief that washed over him weakened his knees. Robbie simply lost track of time. She wasn’t hurt or worse. He worried for nothing and now, he did feel a little foolish coming all the way down here to check on her. Did that make him look desperate? Or pathetic? He never really cared what people thought about him, but he cared what Robbie thought of him.

“I got worried when you didn’t come back,” he admitted, “I thought something…”

Several terrifying scenarios had played through his mind on the trek down here. He didn’t want to relive any of them if he could help it. They didn’t matter anyway. Robbie was fine and he overreacted. His chest ached and it had nothing to do with running. “I guess, I’m glad you’re alright.”

She softened her features. “You cared enough to…” She cut herself off. “Thank you.”

“You should call it a night,” he stressed, “It’s late and you have another early day ahead of you.” He didn’t plan to leave unless she came with him. Because, despite everything, he kept putting himself in these situations for her.

“I will, I will.” She turned back to the sizable hold she made in the stone. “I was almost done. I just wanted to finish this—” Her pickhammer struck something that didn’t sound like normal stone—a more metal on metal clang. A blinking light painted the walls of the chamber blood red and illuminated her horrified expression.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Panic flared in his chest. “What—”

“Get down.”

She tackled him to the ground as an explosion rocked the room. Bits of stone and dust rained down from the stalactites on the ceiling, filling the air with an orange haze that made his eyes water. The tender spot at the base of his spine throbbed painfully and Unsuur wondered if he’d bruised it all over again.

Robbie pulled him in, cradling the back of his head which seemed to be the only thing that kept him from cracking his skull open on the sharp rocks littering the ground. “Fuck,” she mumbled into his hair, “That could have been really bad.”

“What was that?” His voice was muffled in her shoulder.

“An Old World landmine from the war. This place is chock full of them. They’re harmless unless you knick ‘em with your pickhammer—which I learned the hard way. Normally I can spot them before I strike, but I was—”

Distracted by him.

His heart sank into the soles of his boots. All his life, he wanted to feel like someone noticed him, but when that finally happened, it almost got them killed. He cut her off with a small, “I’m sorry.”

Robbie pushed herself onto her elbows. Blood dripped from a cut on her hairline and rolled down the side of her face. Another snaked off down the slope of her forehead, painting red veins across her alabaster skin. That terrible feeling twisting his gut tightened. “I shouldn’t have come down here.”

“Why are you apologizing?” She wiped away the blood with her sleeve before it got in her eyes. “I was going to say because I was tired and didn’t see it. I would have hit it whether you were here or not.”

Having him not here sounded much worse. What if she got hurt and he wasn’t there to help her. He would never be able to forgive himself.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her into a tight embrace. Her breath hitched as he pressed his lips to her neck—not quite a kiss, but as much as close as he’d allow for himself. The vein on her throat thrummed softly, matching the beat of her heart.

“Unsuur, what are you—”

He shushed her. He didn’t want to talk. In her own words, he’d rather let his actions speak for him. He was never very good with words either, but action—action he could do. A weird mix of emotions flowed through him like air passing through his lungs. He was scared and relieved and hopelessly in love with her. He poured all that into his embrace and hoped she understood what he couldn’t bring himself to say out loud.

It was his job to protect people, yes, but the idea of seeing Robbie hurt was an entirely different level of pain. He’d take an electric shock or a bruised rib over this hollowness in his chest any day.

Her hands settled on his shoulders. For a tense moment, he thought she might try to shove him away, but instead, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him right back. “I’m glad you came down here.”

He only nodded because if he tried to speak, the lump swelling in his throat would burst and he’d start to cry. She couldn’t know how scared he was. A Civil Corps member could never show how afraid they were, but this petrifying fear took his heart in a vice grip and squeezed until he couldn’t breathe. The walls of the chamber closed in around him and it was like he was five years old again, cowering under his blankets. Even when he cried and screamed, no one came to check on him.

A few tears broke free and that was all it took for the dam to break. He tried to muffle the violent sob that wracked his body, but it was no use. Once he started, he just couldn’t stop crying.

She buried her face in the crown of his head. “It’s okay,” she cooed, “I’m here. Thank you for coming to find me.”

His grip around her waist tightened. He was used to facing his fears alone, but this time was different. He had Robbie and now that he did—he never planned to let her go.

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A loud crash jolted Robbie awake. The sky through her window was still a deep, inky black with the faintest hint of purple starting at the horizon. Sunrise was still another hour or so off, but her body still ached from the explosion that happened the night prior.

It was well past midnight when they made it back to her workshop, tired and covered in a thin layer of red dust. It could have been much worse for them, but it still wasn’t great. Robbie had a nasty cut on her hairline and the knuckles on the hand she used to shield the back of Unsuur’s head were scraped up as well. They patched their wounds in silence, though Robbie desperately wanted to discuss what happened in the mine.

What drove Unsuur to sob in her arms? Was it something she did? She never intended to make him cry, but he only mumbled a quick good night and slunk off to her room. She fell into a fitful sleep and now she was awake. Why was she awake again?

A scream cleared the fog from her sleep-addled brain. Right. She kicked off her blankets and rushed to her room.

Unsuur thrashed in his sheets—worse than she’d ever seen one of his episodes. Several of her crystals laid scattered at her feet, knocked from her shelf as he flailed wildly. She hopped over them and crawled onto the bed, gathering him into her arms. “It’s okay.” She smoothed his hair. “I’m here.” He could hear her—he was still fast asleep—but each kick and punch became less desperate the longer and tighter she held him.

His chest heaved as he gripped the sleeve of her sleep shirt, sweat beading his brow. She kissed his forehead, another empty promise spilling from her lips. It’ll be alright. I’m right here for you. She didn’t even know what it was. Or how she could be there for him when he was locked in whatever hellscape his mind cooked up for him.

She went to Fang a few days ago and asked him about it. He didn’t even react when she told him, which told her this was his first time hearing about his night terrors. Aside from trying to calm him down when he had one of his episodes, there wasn’t much to be done to stop them, so that’s what she did. Fang told her it was unlikely he’d even wake up during these things, so she just had to ride it out with him.

Unsuur stilled and his breathing evened out, a small whimper muffled in her shoulder. He flexed his fingers before his grip loosened. She laid him out flat and pulled the blanket up to his chin. Tears clung to his dark lashes like tiny diamonds and her heart broke for him. He dealt with this alone before he started living with her. How did he do it? She smoothed his hair once more before heading toward the door, determined to return to her loveseat and let this moment pass without incident.

“Robbie?”

She flinched.

So close.

She turned to find Unsuur propped up on one elbow. “What are you doing…” He wiped his cheek, almost surprised to find the tears that escaped. He lowered his gaze to the rumpled sheets. “Oh.”

There was no point beating around the bush. “Do you have them often?”

He toyed with the edge of her blanket. “This is the worst one I’ve had in a while.”

Her hand fell from the door knob as she turned to fully face him. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He nibbled the dry skin from his lower lip. She fully expected him to say no and that he was fine. It was what she would have done. She was beginning to realize they were more alike than she initially thought. When she was about to make the decision for him and let him be, he scooted over and motioned to the empty space next to him.

She slipped under the blanket to join him. His body was like a furnace and the bed was nice and toasty with the two of them crammed together. “I may have…” He carded his fingers through his hair, almost irritated. “I may have lied about the craziest things I’ve seen in the Civil Corps.”

She laughed though the situation was the furthest thing from funny. It just burbled out of her before she could stop it. “You don’t say.” She’d seen some shit they dealt with daily and she wasn’t even in the Corps. “Is that when it started?”

“I’ve always had them,” he admitted, “but they got worse when I moved to Sandrock.”

“Do you know where they stem from?”

He was quiet for a long time as he toyed with a loose thread on the edge of her blanket until it unraveled more. She placed a hand over his. His long, slender fingers twined with her and she tried to ignore the way her heart fluttered. Their hands fit so nicely together. The very same thought had passed through her mind the day he led her down into Paradise Lost.

When she was beginning to think he wasn’t going to answer, he finally said, “I try not to dwell on it. It’s easier that way.”

“Is it?”

He lifted his gaze curiously. A few tears still glittered on his lashes in the dim light. She wiped them away with a quick pass of her thumb and continued, “Ignoring the root cause of the problem isn’t going to make them go away.” That was rich coming from her, but Unsuur was better than her—he didn’t have anything to run from. “Who told you it was better to ignore your feelings?”

He puffed out a laugh. “That’s Parenting 101 back in Vega 5. You keep all your feelings right here.” He poked the center of his chest. “And one day you die.”

Robbie blinked. Unsuur was from Vega 5. She never knew that. Granted, he never told her, but she never thought to ask either. Did she really know anything about him? Or was all that she knew about him some carefully crafted perception he allowed others to see?

“Well, I don’t agree with that.” She flattened her palm over his chest and his hand fell to it on instinct. “I want to know everything about you.”

“There isn’t much worth knowing.” His hand slid down to grip her wrist. It was just tight enough to send a ripple of excitement through her. “I’m from Vega 5, the middle child of three boys, my own parents find me wholly uninteresting. And I don’t blame them when I have two far more successful and—”

Her expression hardened. “I thought we talked about this.”

They locked eyes and she could pick out the exact moment she felt the tangible shift in the air between them. Something changed. She saw it in his face. She felt it rip through her when he tightened around her wrist. Another mistake was on the horizon but she couldn’t for the life of her force herself to move away. “You’re a lot better than you give yourself credit for.” Much better than her. “And that’s why I owe you an apology.”

His grip loosened. “An apology?”

“For kissing you?” Why was she bringing this up now? She had no idea, but she kept talking. “It was a—”

“Mistake.”

Her heart cracked. He looked almost…sad—disappointed even. “No, no, I mean—”

She might have thought that, but not for the reasons he thought. It never occurred to her that he might think it was a mistake too. Even though she dreaded finding out the answer, she asked him anyway, “Did you think it was?”

“You call it a mistake.” His fingers trailed back under her hand until their fingers twined once more. “Others an incident, but I don’t think it was either.” Her teeth sank into her lower lip as he pulled her in until they were a breath apart. Every rational thought that was telling her to leave while she was still ahead quieted and waited with bated breath.

“But I would have preferred if you kissed me because you wanted to.”

The overwhelming urge to kiss him then and there overtook her, but she held onto the few threads of self-restraint she still had. Would kissing him now make things better or worse for them? Probably worse. Unsuur deserved better than this, better than her.

She moved to stand. “I should go.”

He caressed the side of her face and curved around the nape of her neck, toying with her curls. She suppressed a small shudder. “You should stay.”

Staying was a terrible idea—the worst one yet. Her resolve crumbled as she gazed at him—into those eyes. She wanted this and from his obvious advances, he clearly wanted this too, but she refused to make the same mistake twice.

She leaned in and in the softed voice, she asked, “Can I kiss you?”

He answered by pressing his lips to hers. It felt completely different from their first kiss. There was a similar level of desperation, but more in the way someone craved oxygen after they held their breath underwater for too long.

He nipped at her lower lip and an embarrassingly loud moan wrenched from her throat. He matched it with one of his own as he dragged her on top of him, the springs of the mattress groaning under the sudden shift of weight. She straddled his hips, her body molding seamlessly against his.

His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt and counted the ridges of her spine as if he were committing her body to memory. She shivered under his featherlight touch and pulled him closer in a vain attempt to quiet the deafening thrum of her heart. She wondered absently if he could hear it, or even feel it with her chest pressed flush against his.

He drew back long enough to ask, “Is this alright?”

“More than alright,” she groaned as she ground down on him.

He grunted and drove his hips up to meet hers, setting a ruthless pace that left her panting despite the layers of fabric that still separated them. He hardened against her. She could already feel the pressure building behind her navel—several days of unresolved sexual tension would do that. Normally, she would have done something to relieve it, but there hadn’t been time and she felt weird doing anything when he was just in the other room.

She slowed her thrusts to draw out this moment. This might be their only chance to feel each other, to kiss each other. She wanted to make it count.

She broke away and he chased after her. She pressed a finger to his lips to stop him in his tracks. Undeterred, he took the tip of her finger in his mouth and sucked. The sensation sent a small, pleasant zing up her spine. “I don’t want to rush you if you—” He sucked a little harder and she lost her train of thought. She grappled after it and tried again, “I don’t want to rush you if you haven’t—”

Another pointed suck had her losing herself all over again.

Fuck, his mouth was distracting.

He released her finger and licked his swollen lips. “I didn’t take a vow of chastity when I joined the Corps,” he said, “Come on. I’m not that hopeless.”

A million questions flooded her mind. Who had he slept with? When? Was it someone here in Sandrock? Did it mean anything to him? Probably not seeing as he was here in bed with her, but it didn’t stop the thought from passing through her mind. She traced the sharp cut of his cheekbones. “I was just trying to be considerate.”

“While I appreciate that,” He hooked his thumbs in the apex of her thicks and she failed to hide how much that turned her on. His grip was so strong—bruising even and the idea that he might leave marks sent another jolt of pleasure through her. His hands drifted up to the band of her shorts and tugged them down around the curve of her ass.

She squeezed her eyes shut and shimmied out of them. Some small, annoyingly sane voice at the back of her mind told her this had gone too far and to stop before she fell in too deep, but it was too late for that—much too late. She planned to drown like a captain with their sinking ship.

“I’m a big boy,” he continued evenly, “In fact, I’m older than you if I recall.”

She scoffed. “Barely.” He had less than a year on her.

“Still older,” he teased, “and that means I can make my own decisions.”

“And what, pray tell, are you trying to decide?”

“Whether or not I want you to sit on my face so I can taste you.”

Robbie stopped breathing. Or maybe time just stopped altogether. There was no way those words just came out of his mouth. She had to be dreaming. When she woke up, she’d have an uncomfortable ache between her legs and no way to relieve the pressure. Unsuur looked up at her expectantly, maybe even a little smug to have rendered her speechless.

If this was a dream, it felt very real and she might as well take advantage of it.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, “I must have misheard you. I thought you said you wanted me to sit on your face.”

His expression was all too serious. “Well, that’s because I did.” He laid out flat on the bed and tugged lightly at her hips. “I want to.” She didn’t move right away. Another insistent tug and she finally moved until she hovered over his face.

His warm breath fanned across her heat and another shudder wracked her body. He trailed his hands up and down her thighs, willing her to relax. Even she could feel how rigid she was. She sat a little straighter when he nudged her with the tip of his nose so he couldn’t reach, suddenly feeling a little shy.

She’d had plenty of sexual partners in the past, though she’d never done anything like this with them.

Her nostrils flared. Why was she nervous? This was just another way to get off.

But she was with Unsuur and that made all the difference.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this.” She didn’t but now she wanted to know how often he thought about her. She doubted it was more than she thought about him. Before she had the chance to ask, he used two fingers to shove her underwear aside which was all the warning she had before he brought his mouth to her core.

Not only was that mouth insanely distracting on a normal day, but it was also painfully thorough as he sucked and probed at her entrance. Her legs almost gave out on her, but Robbie managed to catch herself on the headboard before she smothered Unsuur. He moaned and her stomach tightened when it passed through her like a ripple in water.

“Fuck, Unsuur.” She white knuckled the headboard to keep herself upright.

He hummed, seemingly pleased to have elicited that kind of reaction from her. His free hand gripped her hip, blunt nails digging deliciously into her skin. She couldn’t wait to see all the angry red marks he left on her skin come morning. He tugged her down more firmly onto his face so he could probe deeper.

She gritted her teeth. It was like the bastard had a death wish or something. “I’ll smother you.”

He shrugged as if to say, so be it. Her laugh turned to a wanton moan as he latched onto her clit and sucked hard enough to darken her vision. She ground down on his face before she could hold back and Unsuur groaned, raking his nails across her skin once more.

The biting pain undercut the pleasure and was almost too much for her to process.

He slipped one finger inside her and she fisted the headboard with an edge of desperation. The pressure building behind her navel was at its breaking point, and the muscles in her legs started to burn, but Unsuur kept at his ruthless pace. Between his mouth and the curl of his fingers, she wasn’t going to last much longer, but she wasn’t ready for this to be over yet.

Because she knew when the sun came up, it would be the—

The pad of his finger brushed the perfect spot and her vision bowed as an orgasm cleaved through her. It almost caught her by surprise. She’d had plenty of orgasms—most subpar at best—but this was an entirely new level of pleasure. If there was such a thing as an out-of-body experience, she imagined it felt something like this. She cried out some combination of his name and a prayer.

The languid stroke of his tongue eased her down from her high, the motion sending small tremors through her until she didn’t have the strength to keep herself upright anymore.

She slumped off him with the smallest whimper. Her legs were little more than jello and she knew she wouldn’t be able to stand, even if she wanted to. He stared at the ceiling, chin glistening with a combination of her slick and saliva. Sheer bliss contorted his features—like he couldn’t quite believe that happened. She was still wrapping her head around it herself.

She kissed him before he could object, relishing the way she tasted on his tongue.

When she pulled away, he smoothed her damp curls away from her face and kissed her forehead. “That was better than anything I ever imagined, though my imagination has never been that great to begin with.”

Robbie shook her head. He still had a knack for tearing herself down. They would have to work on that. A frown tugged at her mouth. They wouldn’t work on anything. Tonight was it. Come morning, there would be no more them, there would only be her.

“After the bridge is completed, I’m leaving.”

She saw the moment his heart shattered and it was almost too much for her. His hand fell from her face. “You’re leaving?”

“Yes.”

As much as it pained her to say it, she knew she had to. She made the decision earlier that day. She canceled her plans for the expansion and everything. Heidi tried to talk her out of it, but she already made up her mind and nothing short of a miracle would change it.

One magical night with Unsuur wouldn’t change who she was and what she was trying to accomplish by jumping around from place to place. She still hadn’t found the answer she was looking for—her sign that would finally let her find peace.

That fortune shouldn’t matter to her as much as it did, but it was the only thing she had after a decade of shoving people away and running. Asking Unsuur to drop everything for her seemed selfish and she’d never ask that of him.

In a painfully quiet voice, he asked, “But why?”

“I never planned to stay in Sandrock this long.” She grabbed his hand and was grateful when he didn’t pull away. “I still need to find answers and I’m not sure if Sandrock has them.” Though she spent all of last night praying that it did so she could stay with him. Tears welled in her eyes. “I can’t stay.”

He pulled her into a tight embrace but she saw the way his jaw clenched. He was upset and it was her fault, but there was nothing she could say that would make this better. He gave her a glimpse past his walls and she’d only shoved him out. She couldn’t even bring herself to tell him why she couldn’t stay.

If she stayed without finding the words in the stone that failure would hang like a cloud over her head for the rest of their lives. It would mean she didn’t really belong there.

Or that she didn’t belong with him…

It was times like this that she wished she wasn’t so stupidly superstitious, but it was an integral part of who she was. Her parents always joked that she took things too literally and maybe they were right—but the joke was on them in the end. She left home when she turned eighteen and she never looked back.

It had gotten in the way of her happiness more than once, but this was by far the worst of them. Because here, with Unsuur, she was happy, but that irritating voice at the back of her mind questioned if that happiness would last without cosmic proof.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck, choking on a sob. Unsuur held her, tracing intricate patterns on her back with his fingers, but it did little to ease the guilt and shame that took root in the pit of her stomach.

He pressed a kiss to her hairline and whispered, “But we have tonight.”

She peered up at him blearily, “What?”

“If you insist on leaving, I won’t stop you.”

Her heart sank. She wanted him to stop her from leaving. She wanted him to give her a hundred and ten reasons to stay. Really, she only wanted one, but that was asking too much of him. A kiss and some foreplay didn’t mean he…

He curled a finger under her chin. “Let’s make the most of it.”

“You still want to?” Even though she ruined this moment?

“I want to make the most of our time together.”

She shared the same sentiments. Whatever he’d give her, she’d hold it near and dear to her heart. She already had so many fond memories with him, but it didn’t seem like nearly enough to fill the hole in her chest.

She wiped away her tears. “Even if it’s just tonight?”

He nodded. “Even if it’s just tonight.”

Well, in that case, she had a few ideas on how to spend the rest of their time effectively. She ghosted her fingers over the tent in his sweatpants. He groaned and bucked in her hand. She cupped him a little more firmly and said, “How about I make you feel as good as you just made me feel?”

He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. “Only if you want to.”

“I want to make the most of this as much as you do and that involves making you feel like you’re the most wanted man in the world.” A soft sound caught in his throat—somewhere between a whimper and a moan. She pressed a kiss to his Adam’s apple and added, “Because I don’t want you to doubt for a second that I want you.”

His expression turned impossibly soft, but it was undercut by the hopelessness of their situation. “I’d like that.”

Her hand slipped under the band of his sweatpants. “Then let me show you.”

Tonight was their last—they both saw that now, but Robbie also knew she didn’t have the resolve to drag herself away. She desperately wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted him to know that—if the circumstances were different for her—she would hold on tight and never let him go.

***

The thinnest strip of sunlight bled through the crack in the curtains when Unsuur peeled his eyes open a few hours later. His body twinged and ached. The clock on her shelf said it was barely seven. He hadn’t slept nearly enough to warrant being up at this ungodly hour, but there he was. Robbie’s naked body molded seamlessly into the curve of his and brought a flood of memories back to him.

They kissed—well, they did a lot more than kiss. And he enjoyed every second of it. He wasn’t even aware he could feel the things he felt last night. When the both found their release, he took her in his arms and held her. She held him right back. No words passed between them, both content to let a comfortable silence wash over them.

They fell asleep that way and he drifted off clinging to the foolish hope that Robbie might change her mind when morning finally came. Maybe she would realize that he was worth staying in Sandrock for.

But this was Robbie he was talking about.

Once she had her mind made up, there was no talking her out of it, so he was stuck. She would slip through his fingers like granules of sand and for the first time, he hated the idea of sand. It got everywhere, but it was impossible to hold onto. Nothing he did or said would stop the inevitable.

He should have known this was too good to be true. Girls like Robbie never ended up with guys like him. Sure, she wanted him. She made that very clear last night when she explored every inch of his body, but she also didn’t want him enough to stay. It would be cleaner for them both if what happened last night stayed there.

Even if she didn’t plan to leave for another few weeks, he didn’t know if he could bear to prolong this heartache.

Whatever they could have had didn’t matter anymore. It was over before it even began and he needed to accept that—just like Robbie had.

He started the slow, arduous process of untangling their limbs without waking her. His bones creaked in protest and the bruise on his spine prickled faintly with phantom pain, but he paid it no mind. Easing out of bed, he made quick work of the scattered crystals on the floor and put them back—he’d already memorized their proper place.

After he got dressed, he gathered the few items he brought with him. Uncertain sat on the window sill, staring at him with that same judgemental look he always had. He imagined the rock wanted to shout, what the hell are you doing? You can’t just let her go!

His shoulders slumped because, yes, he could just let her go like this. “It’s for the best,” he whispered as he took him and stuffed him in his bag, “It’s what she wants.”

He turned back to Robbie and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. All the rough edges smoothed out and she looked so at ease. A small part of him wanted that sight to greet him every morning for the rest of his life, but it wouldn’t and he had to accept that.

He knelt in front of her and took her gently by the hand, easing the bracelet he made for her onto her wrist.

His gift to her. A final farewell before she left him forever.

He pressed one last kiss between her eyes. “Be safe for me.” She mewled and rolled over, pulled the blanket tight around her shoulders. He smiled to himself and stood to leave. This was for the best, he reasoned to himself as he slipped out of the room for the last time.

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