Soft core- The Neighbourhood

"We will keep them out," Denisha said, determination blazing in her eyes.

I nodded, my hand instinctively rising to adjust my locs as I prepared to leave.

"And Ramon, good luck," she continued. I turned to acknowledge Denisha and Celeste, both of whom were watching me with supportive smiles.

"Yeah, thanks," I replied, my voice betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside me.

The room was bathed in a subtle, golden glow, the ambient light cascading gently across the walls. It created a warm, intimate atmosphere, softening the edges of everything it touched and giving the space an ethereal aura. I noticed the faint scent of her favorite lavender candle wafting through the air

"Ramon?" she said, her voice a mixture of apprehension

I nodded, my eyes searching hers "Yeah, can I come in? Are you alone?"

Her eyes, usually so confident, flickered with uncertainty. "Yes, I am."

She opened the door wider, and I stepped inside. The air was thick with unspoken words, tension crackling between us like electricity. Brooke gestured towards the bean bag beside her bed, silently inviting me to sit. I hesitated for a moment before sinking onto it, my muscles tense.

"You're not going to sit on the bed?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.

I shook my head, my gaze never leaving her face. Sitting on the bed felt too intimate, too vulnerable. I needed the distance, even if it was just a few feet, to shield my heart from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

"Look, Ramon," she sighed, her voice heavy with the weight of her words, "there's nothing going on between me and Damien."

The mention of Damien's name sparked a flame of anger within me, but I quelled it, forcing myself to listen. "Damien?" I replied, my tone sharper than I intended. She thinks this is about Damien?

"That day when you yelled at me in front of the bar, I couldn't explain it to you," she continued, her eyes pleading for understanding, "and I need you to understand that it's you I love, not him. You."

Her sincerity tugged at my defenses. I wanted to believe her, to trust that her words held the truth. But doubts lingered in the corners of my mind, like ghosts refusing to be banished. I knew better.

"You do?" I replied making my voice as soft spoken as possible

Think about Perse, not her

"Yes," she said, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, her eyes locked onto mine. "And I'm sorry I've been off. I've just been going through a lot."

Concern flooded my veins, momentarily pushing aside the anger. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice softening with genuine worry.

"Yeah," she replied, attempting a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, "and I know you love me too. I mean, why else would you kiss me back, right?"

"Why did I kiss her back?" I asked myself, the question echoing in my mind like a haunting refrain. I had been questioning my own actions over and over again. She was the reason my girlfriend commited suicide. She had lied to my face repeatedly, and yet, in that moment, my eyes seemed drawn inexorably to her lips.

"I love you too," I found myself saying, the words escaping my lips before my mind could fully process them. It felt like a betrayal to my own emotions

I closed the gap between us, my hand gently cupping her cheek as I kissed her with a passion that bordered on desperation. In that moment, our lips met, and for a heartbeat, I allowed myself to drown in the intensity of the kiss, momentarily forgetting the betrayals and the heartache.

"What am I doing?" I questioned myself as our lips parted, my internal struggle echoing in the silence of the room. My hands, seemingly disconnected from my mind, lifted her effortlessly from the bed and onto my lap. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and soft moans escaped her lips, drowning out the turmoil within me.

She gasped for air, her eyes glazed with desire and confusion. "I love you too," she whispered

She doesn't love you. If she did, she wouldn't hurt you by killing Perse and lying to you.
Stick to the plan.

As my lips brushed against her skin, I was enveloped in the intoxicating scent of fresh lavender and warm amber that clung to her, a fragrance that seemed to echo the essence of her very soul. Every kiss was met with a sigh, a subtle invitation to go further

With a teasing smirk playing on her lips, she reached up and slowly slid the straps of her top off her shoulders. Her movements were confident, each gesture purposeful, as if she was unveiling not just her body, but a secret meant only for my eyes. The fabric glided down, revealing her skin bathed in the soft glow of the candlelight. In that moment, her eyes locked onto mine, a silent challenge igniting a spark of desire that danced between us.

My fingers traced the contours of her bra, finding the subtle clasp that held it together. With a practiced movement, I undid the hook, feeling the tension release beneath my touch. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the fabric loosened its grip, revealing her curves The bra slid down her arms and dropped to my laps, leaving her exposed to the intimate ambiance of the room. Our eyes met and we kissed each other fervently

Stop, just get the phone, send the pictures and leave

"Where are you going?" I asked, my voice filled with the desire to prolong this moment

She smiled, her eyes locking onto mine with a playful glint, "I have to take a shower," she replied

"A shower?" My brows furrowed

"I haven't taken my evening shower yet so I feel uncomfortable" she confessed her eyes avoiding mine

"Go ahead" I said with a smile.

My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her disappear behind the bathroom door, her playful smile etched into my memory.

I hesitated for a moment, grappling with conflicting emotions, before deciding to act . With quiet determination, I began my mission. My eyes fell upon her pillow, there, nestled beneath its softness, I found her phone, carefully concealed as if guarding precious secrets.

My fingers trembled slightly as I pressed the phone's screen, the device coming to life with a soft glow. A flood of guilt washed over me as I contemplated invading her privacy

"I'm depending on you Ramon" Denishas voice echoed in my head

I took a deep breath, my fingers dancing across the screen, entering the password - the date her family died. The phone unlocked, revealing a trove of personal moments, messages, and photographs.

Swiftly, I sent the pictures from my phone to hers. My gaze shifted to the messaging app, where I composed a carefully worded message to Professor Elara, attaching the pictures as proof. I smiled in satisfaction as I erased any trace of my intrusion.

I should probably leave now. Why can't I? Why am I still here? I did what I had to do. Ramon, just get up and leave.

Just when I stood up to leave, Brooke walked in, her presence like a breath of fresh air in the room. Her hair, still damp, cascaded in loose tendrils down her back, glistening under the soft light. Droplets of water clung to her skin, reflecting the gentle glow, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and warmth. Wrapped in a towel, it clung to her curves, accentuating her natural beauty. A subtle fragrance of lavender and vanilla followed her, adding to the allure of the moment.

"Woah"

A hesitant smile played on her lips as she approached me, her eyes searching mine. "Hey," she said, her voice soft, her vulnerability showing

I took in her appearance, Her charm and the genuine affection in her eyes pulled at my heartstrings, but I knew the monster she was.

"You seemed lost in thought," she said, her voice soft, her eyes studying mine.

I managed a weak smile, trying to shake off my inner turmoil. "Just thinking about... everything," I replied vaguely.

Brooke gently touched my arm, her expression tender. "Ramon, you can talk to me. You know that right"

I hesitated, my gaze falling to the floor before meeting her eyes again.

"Kiss me"

She pressed her lips against mine, and I stood up, carrying her to the bed. Her towel fell to the floor. I gently laid her down and began placing soft kisses on her breasts. They were imperfectly perfect, round and with a slight sag, just enough to make them look perfect and natural

I took her nipple into my mouth, licking and sucking gently. Her moans filled the air. My hands found her other breast, massaging it tenderly. Her breathing grew heavy. I had always wanted to do this. She was so perfect.

I slowly removed my hands from her breasts, gently finding my way down to her pussy. I began by gently rubbing her clit. Fuck she was incredibly wet and warm . I slipped a finger in and out, feeling her desire intensify. Her breath hitched, wanting more. I started slowly, using my thumb to caress her clit, while my mouth continued its attention on her breasts. She became a moaning mess, lost in pleasure. I increased my pace, going faster and faster, my thumb now drawing circles on her clit.

"Keep going," she moaned. "Fuck"

I playfully removed my fingers, and she whined, "I was almost there."

I smiled, kissing her cheeks. "I know." I moved my face to her ear, my voice a whisper. "Say you want it. Beg me for it."

"What?" she said, her voice a mix of surprise and awkward laughter.

I placed my fingers in her again, moving with increased pace. I felt her tighten around my fingers as I pleasured her. I went down on her, my fingers now replacing my thumb. She quickly recovered from her silence, responding with moans of pleasure. Clutching the bedsheets, she groaned and twitched as she reached climax. I smirked, withdrawing my fingers and licking them clean. She tasted good. Just how I imagined she would. My arousal became evident as I felt the hardness against my trousers, my dick begging to be in her

She looked so beautiful flustered as she laid down. I undid my zipper, and my dick stood out hard. Her eyes widened in surprise, and I smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction. I bet she didn't expect that.

I whispered, 'Ready for round two?' as I started crawling towards her.

What are you doing. Stop it. She bullied perse. Stop thinking with your dick.

I halted. 'Hey, are you sure about this?' I asked, but she just stared at me blankly, still clearly flustered.

'I don't want to rush you,' I lied, my regret gnawing at me. Why couldn't I control my urges? I had one job, and I fucked it up.

I stood up, pulled on my trousers, and sat beside her. 'I think we moved too fast. Let's take it slow, okay? At your pace. When you're comfortable.'

Brooke nodded slowly, her eyes welling up with disappointment. 'I understand,' she said, her voice barely audible.

'I'm sorry,' I whispered, reaching out to touch her cheek,"I care about you deeply, Brooke"

I pulled her into a gentle hug, hoping she could sense the sincerity in my words. Despite everything and her being a bad person , she didn't deserve to be coerced into something she didn't know the whole truth about

She hugged me back, my shoulders now drenched in tears.

Authors note
I get so ashamed when I write smut. Enjoy though I guess 💀
Oh and thanks for 3k !

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What are things the "male specimens" do to give you an ick 😭