Smut start (⚠️) Smut end (⛔️)

⚠️. After what felt like an eternity, Gabriella picked me up and threw me onto the bed. The way she looked at me made me feel a strange, tingly sensation run through my body. Her gaze was intense, almost predatory, but there was something tender in it too. She climbed on top of me, her eyes still locked with mine, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to disappear.

"The things you do to me, Mia..." she whispered, her voice low, almost a growl, as she leaned in to kiss my neck. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the heat of her body pressing against mine. It sent waves of desire coursing through me.

I wanted to take control this time, to be the one leading. Without thinking, I flipped her over so that I was on top instead. Gabriella's eyes widened in surprise, and her ears turned a deep shade of red, a blush spreading across her cheeks. She looked at me, a mix of shock and excitement, and I felt a surge of power. Without hesitation, I began kissing her neck, my lips trailing down the sensitive skin. I could taste the sweetness of her, the faint saltiness of her skin, and it drove me wild. It wasn't long before her breath hitched, her soft moans escaping her lips as she tried to hold back, but I wasn't about to stop.

"Mhhm~ fuck, Mia," she whimpered, her hands clutching at the sheets beneath us.

God, I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted more. I started sucking on her neck, and the sound of her moans grew louder, more desperate. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to me.

"Stop—fuck~ Mmm," she panted, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

I smirked against her skin, feeling a thrill rush through me at the way her body responded. Her fingers dug into my back, gripping onto me like she was trying to ground herself, as if she feared being lost in the sensation.

"Mia... you're driving me crazy," she murmured, her breath hot against my ear, her lips brushing the edge of it.

I pulled back slightly, just enough to take in the sight of her beneath me. Her flushed cheeks, her lips parted in a way that made me ache, and the way her chest rose and fell with every breath—she looked so beautiful, so utterly lost in the moment. I wanted to tease her more, to make her beg for me, but the raw desire in her eyes made me hesitate.

I ran my hands down her sides, my fingertips tracing the curve of her waist. She shivered under my touch, her body instinctively arching toward me.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered, my lips ghosting over hers.

Gabriella let out a frustrated whimper, her hands gripping my waist, her eyes pleading. "You. Just you."

That was all I needed to hear.

I crashed my lips against hers, deepening the kiss, my body pressing against hers. She moaned into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough of me. Neither could I.

I felt her flipping us over again, this time so she could take control once more. She grabbed my chin and turned it away from hers, her lips leaving a trail of kisses and bites down my neck and chest, lower and lower with each passing second. Her hands roamed over my body, sending jolts of heat through me. I shivered, my breath coming in soft moans.

"Stop teasing, Gabriella," I said in a shaky tone. Gabriella smirked, her eyes dark with desire, and slowly, deliberately, she moved closer to my most sensitive parts. My heart was pounding, my mind spinning. I didn't know what to do; this was uncharted territory for me.

I felt her tongue flatten against my wetness, the sensation overwhelming. My eyes widened, my back arching as I was consumed  by the feeling.

She started moving her tongue faster, and my moans grew louder with each passing second. What's going on? What is this?? I thought as I felt Gabriella's finger slip inside me. My body tensed, overwhelmed by the new sensation, yet craving more.

"W-what!" I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. She kept moving it, curling her finger just right, making my body tremble beneath her. For a moment, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Her fingers are inside me! The thought echoed in my mind, making everything feel even more intense.

"Breathe, Mia," Gabriella's voice was gentle yet commanding as she looked up at me from below. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until my lungs screamed for air. I gasped, my sounds spilling out freely, unfiltered, uncontrollable. I tried to stifle them, covering my mouth with my hand, but Gabriella was quick to stop me.

"Don't," she whispered, her lips curling into a teasing smirk. "I want to hear you scream my name."

With that, she moved her finger faster, deeper, and I felt a shudder roll through me. My moans became louder—I was sure I had woken the entire building, but in that moment, I didn't care. All I could focus on was the way she was making me feel.

She added another finger, and I gasped, my back arching as a new wave of pleasure consumed me. My hands gripped the sheets, my body desperate for something to hold onto as I felt myself being pushed closer and closer to the edge.

"Cazzo, sei così bella," Gabriella murmured, her breath warm against my skin as she pulled her face away. Now, she was only using her fingers, but somehow, it was even more intense.

"Hai un sapore così dannatamente dolce," she smirked, her voice dripping with satisfaction. She moved faster, her fingers working me to the point where my thoughts blurred into nothing but sensation. My eyes rolled back, my body trembling as I lost control.

"Fuck~ I'm c-close," I moaned, barely able to form words as my body tightened around her fingers. Gabriella only increased her pace, her touch relentless, determined to push me over the edge.

Faster. Deeper. The tension built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until—

I shattered.

A cry tore from my lips as pleasure crashed over me in waves, leaving me breathless, trembling beneath her. Gabriella slowed her movements, guiding me through it, her fingers still teasing, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until I was left completely undone.

She finally withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips as she locked eyes with me. Slowly, deliberately, she sucked them clean, her smirk never fading.

Then, without a word, she leaned down and kissed me.

It was slow and deep, her lips capturing mine in a way that made my stomach flutter despite the lingering heat between us. When she finally pulled away, her voice was soft yet teasing.

"Was that too much for you, amore mio?"

I could only stare at her, my chest still rising and falling rapidly. My body was exhausted, my mind a mess of pleasure and disbelief.

My body was tired though I wasn't at all but all I could feel now is my body passing out. .⛔️

I woke up the next morning to the warmth of Gabriella's arm wrapped around me. She looked absolutely beautiful, her dark lashes resting gently against her skin, her lips slightly parted as she breathed in soft, steady rhythms.

For a moment, I just lay there, watching her, feeling an unfamiliar but welcome sense of peace settle over me. Slowly, I moved her arm aside, careful not to wake her, and leaned in to press a gentle kiss against her forehead.

Reaching for my phone, I squinted at the bright screen—8:56 AM. Shit, I needed to get moving.

Slipping out of bed as quietly as possible, I padded across the floor and headed straight for the shower. The warm water washed away the sleepiness clinging to me, but it did nothing to erase the ghost of Gabriella's touch still lingering on my skin. The night before played in my mind like a film on repeat, making my stomach flutter.

By the time I stepped out, I felt more awake but no less affected. I dressed quickly, fixed my hair, and made a simple breakfast for Gabriella before grabbing my things and heading for the door.

As I stepped out of the apartment, I noticed Evelyn doing the same.

"Oh, good morning, Evelyn!" I called out, waving at her.

She barely reacted at first. Her movements were slow, her eyes dull, and there were dark circles beneath them. I frowned. That wasn't like her at all—Evelyn was usually full of energy, always chirping about something.

"You look really tired, Evelyn. Haven't you slept well?" I asked, walking towards her.

And she... backed away?

Okay, what the fuck?

"Yeah... I'm great!" she said, but her smile was forced, the edges of it brittle and insincere. There was something wrong, and she wasn't even trying to hide it properly.

"Are you sure?" I pressed, concern tightening my chest.

"I said I'm fine," she snapped, her voice sharper than I'd ever heard it. For a split second, something flashed in her eyes—disgust? Anger? I couldn't tell.

Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, she forced another smile and let out an awkward laugh. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I just... didn't sleep well."

Her lie was obvious.

I studied her carefully, noting the stiffness in her posture, the way her fingers clutched her bag. This wasn't just exhaustion—this was something else.

But before I could say anything else, she turned on her heel and hurried down the hall.

I watched her go, unease creeping up my spine.

Something was definitely wrong with Evelyn.

And I had a feeling I wasn't going to like finding out what it was.

I stood there for a moment, watching Evelyn disappear down the hallway, my stomach twisting with unease. Something was off—really off. I'd known Evelyn for a while now, and she wasn't the type to get rattled easily.

Shaking off the lingering discomfort, I sighed and made my way downstairs, stepping into the cool morning air. The city was already awake, the sounds of cars, distant chatter, and the occasional horn filling the streets. The normalcy of it all made Evelyn's behavior seem even stranger in contrast.

Maybe she just had a bad night? I tried to reason with myself as I walked towards my car.

By the time I reached work, I had pushed my worries about Evelyn to the back of my mind, trying to focus on the long day ahead. I slipped into my work uniform and waited for the rest of the staff to arrive.

Everyone showed up on time—except for Evelyn. She was the last to arrive, which was unusual for her.

As soon as the café doors opened, customers flooded in. I took orders at the counter, Mei handled the drinks, Evelyn delivered them to tables, and the manager... well, as usual, did absolutely nothing.

When my break was about to start, I called over one of the newer staff members to take my place. Just as I was about to sit down, I saw Gabriella walk through the door, a bright smile playing on her lips—her usual entrance. She ordered her regular black coffee but, oddly, skipped the croissant this time.

I walked over to her table and slid into the seat beside her.

"No croissant today?" I asked, my own smile mirroring hers.

"No, your breakfast filled me up," she teased, shifting closer to me.

As we chatted, I noticed Evelyn approaching with a tray of Gabriella's drink. Just as she was about to set the coffee on the table—

She 'accidentally' spilled it all over Gabriella.

Gabriella and I shot up from our seats in shock, while Evelyn gasped dramatically.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she blurted out, reaching for a tissue.

Gabriella didn't look angry—if anything, there was the faintest smirk tugging at her lips before she scoffed and turned to leave. I watched her walk out of the café, then turned sharply towards Evelyn, frowning.

"What was that, Evelyn?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady, though irritation burned inside me.

Evelyn took a step back, her face unreadable. "It was an accident," she muttered before retreating behind the counter.

I let out a frustrated sigh and pulled out my phone. Gabriella picked up after the first ring.

"I'm fine, love," she assured me before I could even ask. "I'm heading home for a quick change, then off to the gym."

After my break, I went back to work, but the rest of the day only got worse. Customers were impatient, the manager was yelling over the tiniest mistakes, and Evelyn... she was acting off.

By the end of my shift, I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I didn't even bother staying for closing—I just grabbed my things, walked straight out, and got into my car.

As I pulled up to my apartment building, I spotted Gabriella heading towards my door at the same time.

I called out to her and quickened my pace. She turned with a warm smile and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek.

"Is everything alright, love? You look stressed," Gabriella murmured, cupping my face with her hands. They were warm—comforting, even.

"Just had a long day," I admitted, leaning into her touch.

Her smile widened, and she pressed a kiss to my forehead. "Alright, how about this—I'll take a quick shower and then make you some shrimp fettuccine alfredo. Sound good?"

My lips curved into a small smile. "Sounds perfect."

We walked into my apartment together, and I quickly changed into my pyjamas before settling onto the sofa. A movie played in the background, but my mind was elsewhere. No matter how hard I tried to relax, my thoughts kept circling back to Evelyn.

Why was she acting so strangely? Did something happen with her parents? A friend? Was I that friend? But what had I done?.. Or... was it—

My thoughts were interrupted by Gabriella calling my name.

I got up and walked to the dining table, my mouth instantly watering at the sight of the steaming plate of shrimp fettuccine alfredo.

"Woah! That looks amazing!" I said happily, taking my seat.

Gabriella sat across from me, watching with amusement as I dug in.

As I took another bite, I spoke up. "Evelyn was acting really weird today."

Gabriella tilted her head, twirling her fork in the pasta. "Really? Is this about her spilling coffee all over me? Because, yeah, that was definitely weird."

"That, but also the whole day," I said, setting my fork down.

Gabriella chuckled softly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she laughed.

"Oh my... you really don't know why?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

I frowned. "No... why?"

She smirked and leaned in slightly.

"She probably heard us, Mia."

My stomach dropped.

SHE HEARD US?!!

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END OF CHAPTER 17!

Q: What was your favorite subject in school?

A: English - Business