[warning: nsfw content ahead, strictly 18+]

Theo's POV

I push open the slightly ajar door to my bedroom and enter inside. I had been to her room earlier, expecting to find her there like every night. But she wasn't. So I figured it has to be the one I'm staying in.

The inside of the room is mostly dark with all the lights turned out, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the open windows and the doorway leading to the balcony. My eyes drift towards the said door and I find her standing outside in the balcony.

I turn around and shut the door, locking it in the process. Even though I get full privacy and Adrien never comes to my room, I would still like to take precautions. 'Just in case,' I think to myself.

I don't bother turning on the lights and leave the room as it is. I take out my phone from my pocket and place it on top of the nightstand. A sigh escapes my lips when I remember about the phone call I had with Dad a few hours ago. He's asking for me to return home soon.

I exhale sharply through my nose, hoping all my thoughts leave my mind, giving me a moment of peace for once.

I have been sleeping in her bed for almost every night, and then leaving in the morning so Adrien doesn't get suspicious. And I will miss waking up next to her every morning when I go back to Boston. Which is why I have been stalling the thing I was originally here for.

Shaking my head, I walk up to the balcony's door. I fold my arms across my chest and lean against the doorframe. She hasn't noticed my presence yet and I wish to keep it that way for a moment, if only to admire her without her knowing.

Her back is turned to me and she is slightly leaning on the railing. Her long, dark brown hair is let down and freely flowing past her shoulders. She is wearing a white t-shirt that looks too big on her, dropping just below her upper thighs.

'Wait, is that...my t-shirt?'

A smile creeps onto my face when I recognise the familiar piece of fabric. I gave it to her that night and never asked for it. And she didn't return it, either. But tonight she's wearing it again. Is that why she is in my room? To show it to me?

My eyes drop down to her exposed legs and linger there for a second too long. I exhale slowly and deeply through my nose, trying not to check her out. I hope she isn't wearing only the t-shirt because I think I might just lose it. I have been attracted to Amy since day one. But I've been holding myself back all this time, being a gentleman for her. It isn't fair of her to tease me like this.

I bite down on my bottom lip and step outside in the balcony. Stopping directly behind her, I place my hands on top of hers where they had been holding onto the railing. I watch in awe as my hands completely envelope her smaller ones, fitting perfectly.

She turns her head to the left to look at me, giving me a soft smile. "Hi."

"Hey." I lean down and place a small kiss on her cheek. She quickly turns her face to the front, and I have to suppress an amused smirk at her embarrassed reaction. She still gets flustered because of me? I'm not complaining, though, because she looks adorable like this.

I nuzzle her hair and breathe in the sweet scent that is uniquely hers. The warm feeling that I get whenever she is near starts to gradually fill my nerve fibres. I close my eyes and try to momentarily forget about my inner turmoil.

After I 'took care' of the Noah problem, I was supposed to do what I came here for: meet up with her. But every time I mustered up the courage and drove up to the place, I got all nervous and ended up returning empty handed. This has been going on for the past three days.

I have been telling myself that it's because I am not ready to face her yet. But that's only half true. The other reason being I'll have to leave after I finally meet her. Because there wouldn't be any other reason for me to stay here anymore. And I'm not ready to do that yet.

'I can't leave my Princess just yet.'

My grip on her hands tighten involuntarily and I rest my chin on top of her head, breathing shakily.

"I thought you'd be in your room," I say lowly, not wanting to disrupt the quietness of the night time.

"I thought I'll sleep in your room tonight."

I hum in response. "You look good in white."

"You say that every time I wear a different colour, Theo." She laughs lightly, the sound of which causes something to flip inside my stomach. "And it's your t-shirt that I'm wearing."

"That's because you look good in every colour," I tell her honestly but I doubt she'll believe me. "And you can keep it. It looks better on you."

"I wasn't going to return it, anyway." She teases and I find the ghost of a smirk on her lips.

I would happily give her all of my clothes if she wanted. The t-shirt doesn't fit her at all, but seeing her in it makes me feel a sense of pride. She looks like she is mine. Just like the time I gave her a hickey on her neck.

Amy turns around to face me and locks her hands behind my neck. My hands find home on her waist and my eyes drop down to her lips. She leans forward slightly and I immediately dip my head to catch her lips in a gentle kiss.

I wanted to kill Noah for laying his filthy hands on my Princess, for kissing her lips. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't risk doing anything rash that could potentially land Amy in trouble. So I had to let that pest go. I really hope I don't regret not killing him that day.

She breaks apart from the kiss and smiles, dropping her hands on my shoulders. I tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear that got displaced by the gentle breeze blowing at this hour. I'm going to miss seeing this smile when I'm gone.

"Turn around," I instruct her.

Her brows furrow at my words and she tilts her head to the side in confusion.

I laugh under my breath and turn her around, leaning into her and hugging her back. Our bodies touching each other's and I feel her over almost every inch of me. My front pressed against her back. Our arms and legs touching the entire length. I dip my head next to hers, my cheek grazing her ear, and my fingers interlocked with hers.

"Do you see this?" I whisper.

"See what?" she whispers back.

My long arms blanket over hers, her small hands resting inside mine snugly. I lightly squeeze her hands before saying, "You fit me so perfectly. Almost like you were made for me."

"Maybe that's only because I'm short," she deadpans.

I burst into a fit of laughter, and she smiles at my reaction. Yeah, she can get quite sassy once she gets comfortable with someone. And it feels good to know that she feels comfortable with me.

My laughter dies out after a while, and I see her closing her eyes and smiling to herself. A light shade of pink creeps up onto her neck and face.

"Or maybe," she begins quietly. "I was made for you," she whispers.

I find myself smiling at her words. I brush her hair aside and dip down to press my lips on the skin of her neck. She gasps in surprise at the contact and throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I trail my lips closer to her ear and she reaches back with one hand to hold the back of my head.

"Theo?"

"Yeah?" I move my face to be able to meet her eyes. Although I wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of her skin.

"Why don't you play your metal music anymore?"

Fuck. Not that question.

She straightens up and awaits my answer. But I remain quiet.

"You used to play them almost every night in the beginning," she muses to herself. "But I don't hear them anymore."

She turns around to face me again and I stare at her blankly. How am I supposed to tell her that I've never liked metal music and only ever played it to annoy her? It's a great way to piss off literally anyone. And it was so fun to get on her nerves at the beginning. But not anymore. And what if she hates me if I tell her the truth? I can't have her hate me.

"Uh..." I open my mouth but quickly close it, thinking of an excuse. "Because you said I have a shitty taste in music," I say, narrowing my eyes. But I didn't mind her comment. I am more into rock and my favourite band is Arctic Monkeys. But she doesn't need to know that.

"You don't listen them anymore because of me?" Her face drops. "Theo, I didn't mean it like that. You can play them again over the speakers—"

The rest of her words die in her throat when I crash my lips on hers, catching her off guard. She kisses back immediately and melts into my touch. I swipe my tongue against her lips, asking for entrance. When she parts her lips, our tongues meet and I feel a dizzying sensation. Her lips taste as sweet as she sounds and I could never get enough of it.

I walk back a few steps, taking her with me to get her away from the railing.

"Jump, Princess," I whisper between kisses and she does just that.

My hands grip the back of her thighs when she wraps her legs around my waist. Not breaking the kiss, I carry her towards the reading chair and sit down on it. This leads to her being positioned on my lap, straddling me. I bite down on her lower lip and tug on it slightly before breaking away from the kiss.

She pants heavily and rests her forehead on mine, our lips almost brushing. I grip her waist to pull her closer and peck her lips one last time.

"I won't mind if you played them again," she says, running her fingers through my hair. And fuck, it feels so good. "...If that's what you like."

"Careful there, Princess. Or I might think you're falling in love with me," I say with a teasing smirk.

Her breath stutters and she huffs, not saying anything further. Amy drops her hands from my neck and leans on me, resting her head on my shoulder. She hugs my waist and I can only hope that she can't hear how loud my heart is beating.

I wrap my left arm around her middle and draw small circles on her back. Her white t-shirt has ridden up, exposing her smooth thighs to my eyes. And I have to resist the urge to glide my fingers over her skin, not wanting to do something that she might not like.

Some time passes and a comfortable silence wraps around us. She leans up just the slightest and buries her face in my neck, taking me by surprise. But I don't think much of it, until she runs her lips over my skin. Slowly, she moves her lips up and then down, lightly grazing her teeth against the prominent vein of my neck.

She dips lower and presses her lips against my collarbone. I shudder.

"What are you doing?" My voice turning hoarse.

"Nothing," she replies against my skin, and I could feel her lips curving into a smile.

She opens her mouth and drags her lips everywhere over my neck. She switches to the other side and explores me with her mouth. I close my eyes and groan, feeling myself growing hard from her touches.

"Princess," I warn lowly. "Touch me again and see where that lands you."

She doesn't stop in her ministrations and I swear under my breath. Her scent invades my nostrils and I lick my dry lips, wanting to sink my teeth into her skin and taste what smells so good. Blood rushes straight to my cock at the thought.

She has an air of innocence about her, but at the same time, she looks like she wants to shuck it off altogether. And I am torn between wanting to protect her innocence and be the one to ruin it. Her shy gazes and curious eyes will surely kill me one day.

'She is fucking perfect.'

I run my nose under her ear, inhaling her scent and then breathing out my warm breath onto her neck. She whimpers and the sound does nothing to help my growing erection.

I wrap my fingers lightly around her neck and push her back slightly, making her meet my eyes. I lean back against the chair and watch her through hooded eyes.

"I am really trying to be respectful, Princess." My voice drops an octave, desire threatening to consume my being. "But you are testing my patience."

She smiles innocently, biting onto her bottom lip. I increase the pressure around her neck and she grins. My eyes narrow at her reaction. "Of course you like to be choked," I say in amusement.

She closes her eyes and I tip her head back, loving this new side of her. Taking my free hand, she places it on her thigh and slowly scales it upwards.

"Is this what you wanted?" I ask, my voice low. She nods her head as best as she could with my hand around her neck.

I loosen my grip to allow her to breathe and trace my thumb over her lips. I press it against her lips and she obediently accepts it into her mouth, wrapping her lips around my thumb. Tentatively, she licks the skin and hums, the vibrations of it going straight to my cock.

"Fuck," I groan. I close my eyes and imagine what her soft lips would feel like wrapped down there. She releases my thumb and I open my eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You can start by kissing me."

I grab the back of her neck and bring her in closer, smashing our lips together. A small moan escapes her and she rolls her hips, grinding against me just the slightest. It sends jolts of electricity running through me. I squeeze her thigh and trace her skin with my fingertips, my entire body buzzing with excitement.

"Have you ever touched yourself, Princess?" I ask, breaking away from the kiss. She casts her gaze downward, feeling embarrassed, but then nods her head.

"A few times," she admits shyly.

"Jesus," I growl under my breath. I mentally picture her splayed on her bed, completely naked, as she touches herself. My cock twitches at the thought.

"Do you trust me?" I ask next, and she nods again. "Will you do as I say?" I nearly whisper.

"Yes," she breathes out.

I lick my lips again before carefully saying my next words. "I want you to ride my thigh."

"What?" Her eyes widen. "B-but I've never..."

"I'll guide you," I reassure her. I need to watch her get off on my thigh.

Her face flushes a deep shade of red but she nods her approval nonetheless. My hands settle on her waist and I maneuver her so that she is straddling only my left thigh.

I bite my lip and grip her hips tightly, spreading my legs a bit more for her to be able to move. Her lips part open and a silent gasp escapes her lips when I start to guide her initial movements, making her grind down on my thigh slowly.

Her eyes flutter shut as I continue to drag her over the fabric of my sweatpants, her hands finding my shoulders and gripping it tight to keep her balance. "Oh, God."

"Does it feel good?" I taunt.

"Yes," she answers, her breath shaky as a whine falls from her lips.

"Say it," I demand.

"So good, Theo!" she gasps out.

I slowly remove my hands from her hips, letting her move on her own now. I run my hands up and down her thighs, watching as her skin gets prickled with goosebumps. Her pace increases just the slightest and the t-shirt chafing against her skin causes her nipples to harden. I groan when I realise she isn't wearing a bra.

"You are doing so good, Princess. Keep going."

She blushes at the praise and I grin. Always knew she'd be into praising. Her eyes are still screwed shut and soft whines and whimpers fall from her lips. I bounce my left leg once and a choked moan escapes her.

"You look so pretty riding me. Such a good girl for me," I whisper, pressing a kiss under her jaw.

She moans my name and I don't think my name has ever sounded better. Her moans are my favourite sound now. I place hot open mouthed kisses down her neck, nipping the skin lightly in the process.

"Not there, please," she tells me, and I realise she is referring to not leaving marks where it will be visible. But it's too late for that.

I tug at the sleeve of her t-shirt, causing it to drop from her shoulder and stopping at the curve of her breast. I press kisses on her collarbone and sink my teeth into the skin, then licking the area to soothe it. She squirms on my lap and her sounds of ecstasy only fuel my desire to mark her as mine.

My hand slowly creeps under her t-shirt, skimming over her stomach. She moans again, louder this time, and continues to grind against my thigh harder. I trail my hand upwards, stopping just under her breasts.

"You can touch me, Theo." Her breath hits my ear. "God, please, touch me."

I close my eyes and feel goosebumps spreading down my arms at her pleading voice. I lift my head to catch her lips greedily the same time as I grab her breast in my palm, squeezing it roughly. Her moans get lost in my mouth when I twist a nipple between my fingers.

She breaks apart from the kiss, breathless and flushed, and I marvel at her face twisted in pleasure. Need settles low in my stomach at the feel of her rubbing against my thigh. I imagine what it would feel like to be finally inside of her.

She'll find someone else when I'm gone. The idea of some other guy touching her, kissing her, fucking her... No. I won't let that happen. I will never let that happen.

'No one gets to see her like this but me.'

Her arms gripping my shoulders start to shake and her pace falters. Her rhythm gets sloppy when she gets tired and her thighs tremble. I immediately grab her hips, guiding her movements once again. She submits to me completely and lets me take full control.

"Don't you dare stop now."

I chuckle, continuing to help her grind down on me. "Yeah? What if I stopped like last time?"

She opens her eyes and shakes her head frantically. "Please, no," she whimpers. She throws her head back, moaning.

"Eyes on me, Princess." I purposely slow her down. "Look at me when you come."

Amy forces her eyes open, tilting her chin down so she can meet my eyes. I pick up the pace again, helping her ride faster, and watching as her chest heaves with deep breaths. I move her faster and faster, helping her chase her orgasm, my own need for a release being at the back of my mind.

Finally, her lips part open and she shivers in my arms, crying out my name as she comes. She collapses against my chest, her body convulsing as her orgasm works through her. The little aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through her veins. I run my hands up and down her arms as she recovers in my lap.

I lean down and press a soft kiss to the top of her head. "You did so good, Princess," I praise again, tracing small circles on her thigh. "I'm thinking of taking you with me when I leave," I half joke.

"Yeah, I'd like that," she mumbles tiredly.

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A/N: Drop a vote "☆" if you liked this chapter. If this chapter gets good response (votes and comments), I'll post another spicy chapter very soon. This time from Amy's POV ;)

P.S. this is my longest chapter so far, with over 3.5k words. I guess I got a little carried away (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)