My Savior 🔞 ( Part One )

Nice things

⚠️ Warning ⚠️
This chapter includes sexual activity. If you don’t like it, just skip the chapter.

Will’s POV

I wanted to try my luck. He wasn’t Miles—but right now, that didn’t matter. We weren’t in a relationship, and honestly, I didn’t want to owe him anything for long.

“I… can do something for you.”

He read my mind. I could see him resisting, but the bulge in his sweatpants betrayed him. His body had already decided.

“I told you, we’re fine. You don’t have to—”

Don’t I?

He was biting his lip. I slowly slid to the ground, crawling between his legs. He wore grey sweatpants—soft, loose, and hiding nothing.

“You’re a fucking nasty brat, you know?”

“Talk dirty to me, Mr. Santos.”

When I’d done this with Miles, it was satisfying—but different. This was real. Raw.

“I’ll take care of this…”

I gently pushed him back on the couch. He didn’t resist.

“Fuck…”

His soft groan sent a thrill through me. I kept going. I wanted to see him fall apart.

When I finished, I wiped my mouth and stood up slowly.

“Did I do well?”

He nodded, breathless. I felt bold, needy. I leaned in close, hands on his chest.

“Make me yours.”

I whispered the words and bit his ear. The next second, I was face-down on the couch.

“Say no more…”

His voice was aroused—low and rough. God, I loved that tone.

He yanked my pants down, hard.

“You’re a damn nasty kid.”

I blushed. Even though I’d been the one to start it, I suddenly felt shy.

“I’ll teach your spoiled ass some manners.”

Yes, please.

He teased me first. Spanked me—over and over—until my skin burned, and I moaned in response. Then he took me. He was fast, intense, relentless. Dominant. The kind of lover who leaves your mind blank and your body begging.

He groaned loudly when he finished. I felt completely owned.

“Aw… you couldn’t finish?”

His voice was still sweet and smug. He helped me, his touch sending me straight into euphoria. I needed a few minutes just to breathe again. He laid on top of me, his arms around my waist.

“I could use pleasure like this every day,” I murmured, eyes closed.

“Me too… but you’re more than just a body. And you’re not my lover.”

Right. We weren’t dating. This was just… whatever this was.

“I… I’d like this to happen more. But maybe we should get to know each other, and… see what happens. What do you say?”

No answer. He was already asleep.

I sighed and closed my eyes too. And for the first time… I didn’t think about Miles. And somehow, that made me feel guilty.

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The next morning

I woke up alone. Food waited for me on the table, and my body still ached pleasantly from the night before.

“Hector…?”

I sat up, pulling a blanket over myself. My stomach rumbled, but I wanted to see where he was first.

“Did you call me?”

His voice echoed from the bathroom. I peeked in. He was shaving, wrapped in only a towel.

I stayed there, just… watching.

He looked so much like Miles—but now I could finally see the difference. It wasn’t about the face. It was what was behind it.

My heart twisted. I’d locked Miles in my room. Sweet, gentle Miles. Always patient. Always kind.

A sigh escaped me. He noticed.

“Hey. I didn’t see you. You can start eating—I’m almost done.”

He stopped when he saw my face.

“Will? What’s wrong?”

“I’m a fucking douchebag.”

“What? Why would you say that?”

I hated myself. Guilt clawed at me.

“Miles deserves better. I… I locked him up, and came here just to get banged.”

“So?”

“So what?! I love him. And I cheated on him like a whore.”

“Will, listen. Miles does what he’s programmed to do. He doesn’t love you. He can’t. I know it hurts, but it’s the truth.”

“But I love him!”

“I can see that. But you’re only hurting yourself. Go home. Tell him what you did—see how he reacts. He won’t care. I promise you that.”

His voice was calm, but it just made me angrier. He didn’t get it.

“You don’t understand. You don’t get it.”

“Don’t cry, okay? You have to let go, slowly. He’s handsome, he cares—but he can’t return what you feel. No matter how many times you fuck, it won’t change.”

I couldn’t stay there. I went to get dressed, ignoring his spare clothes that hung on me like curtains.

“Where are you going?”

“What does it look like? I’m going home.”

“I can drop you off, but maybe eat someth—”

“Fuck you.”

His frown deepened. He didn’t argue, didn’t fight. Just… watched.

“Do you even know where you are?”

“No. But I’ll call an Uber. I’m going back to him. And you can’t stop me.”

“You’re free to go. But you’re going to break your heart again.”

“I said—fuck you.”

He didn’t speak again. I left. Hurt, confused… and desperate to feel something real again.

Even if it hurts.