Dua Lipa ~ Smut <3

Desires (NOT SMUT JUST LUST)

As I sprinted down the deserted alley, my heart pounded against my chest like a relentless drum. Each step felt like a desperate plea for escape, my breath ragged and uneven. Fear gripped me as I dared not glance behind, focusing solely on putting distance between us. The echo of footsteps, growing closer with each passing second, fueled my determination to outrun her.

"Stop running. It's only going to make this worse for yourself." Her voice pounds through my head.

I come to a stop and turn to face her. Despite the tremble in my voice and the jittery flutter in my chest, I forced myself to maintain a facade of composure.

"Dua. We both know you're not going to hurt me."

"What makes you think that?" She tilts her head to the side, a smirk appearing on her face as she swings the knife in her hands.

Every fiber of my being screamed for retreat, yet I pressed on, determined to confront my fears head-on, even if it meant trembling beneath a facade of false bravado. "You like me too much. I mean you've had plenty of chances to kill me but here I am still standing."

She laughs, my heart pounding at every slight movement she makes. "Do I now?"

"I...yes." A wave of uncertainty crashing over my body.

"Then why do you look so scared? Why did you run?" She asks.

I take a deep breath in. She's right, I'm terrified of her. Not because I'm afraid she'll hurt me, because I'm afraid of the fact that I can't stay away from her. She's a psycho yet she's all I want.

"I ran from you because I can't be around you."

"Why's that?" She takes a small step closer, her signature scent of vanilla mixed with cigarettes hitting my nose. A scent that addicts me to her even more.

"You confuse me." I say.

"No. I don't. You confuse yourself, I know you want me, you just wont allow yourself to have me."

I gasp, my heart dropping. How does she know this? "I...how did..."

"That doesn't matter sweetheart, what really matters is the fact that you need to let yourself go. Take me, I'm all yours." She drops the knife to the floor, relief hitting me but at the same time, a new spark of anxiety.

I'm conflicted. Despite the warnings echoing in my mind, I couldn't shake the magnetic pull toward someone I know I shouldn't desire. Her unpredictable nature and erratic behavior sent shivers down my spine, yet there was an inexplicable allure that drew me in like a moth to a flame. Rationality screamed for me to run in the opposite direction, to flee from the danger that lurked within her gaze. Yet, a reckless part of me yearned for the thrill of the unknown, craving the intensity that only she could provide. It was a toxic temptation, a forbidden desire that I struggled to resist, even as I recognized the perilous path it could lead me down. So fuck it, who cares if she's insane? The way she makes me feel no one else could compare to. I don't want her anymore, I need her. I've denied it for so long and finally, I can have what I crave.

I take a step forward, placing my hand on her cheek. Pulling her head towards mine, I look down at her lips then back up at her. "So help me let go."

She smiles before leaning in and finally, after everything, kisses me.

As our lips met in a tender embrace, time seemed to stand still, the world fading into insignificance around us. There was a softness to the moment, a gentle surrender to the emotions that had been building between us. With each heartbeat, the distance between our souls closed, until there was only the warmth of our intertwined breaths and the electricity of our shared longing. Why should I deny something that I've been chasing for so long?

As I reflect on the choices that led me here, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for giving in to my desires. It was a leap of faith, a decision made in defiance of convention and expectation. In embracing what I truly wanted, I discovered a profound sense of fulfillment that I had longed for but never dared to pursue. Giving in to my desires was more than just a momentary indulgence; it was more like a declaration of self-acceptance.

Now I can accept the fact that I want, need, crave and ultimately love her.

Yeah, it may be wrong for me but desire is such a powerful thing and you should never have to deny yourself and your feelings just because you worry what other people might think. Let them hate on me for my decision.

I'm finally happy.