mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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He stared at his phone for what felt like an eternity, the glow of your message illuminating the otherwise dark room. He had no reason to call you. Not one that made sense, at least. She was right there, tucked under the sheets beside him, her body curled into the mattress. He could feel the warmth of her near him, her familiar scent lingering in the air. But that wasn't enough, hadn't been for a while. It was you, always you, occupying the space in his mind, like a fire he couldn't put out.
His thumb hovered over your name, hesitating. His pulse quickened in that familiar way it always did before he reached out, before he allowed himself to give in to this need, this pull. He didn't know why he felt so entitled, why it felt like he had a right to you, even now, even when she was sleeping soundly right next to him. His chest tightened as he finally tapped your name, the ringing on the other end dragging out, each second louder than the last, until-
"Alex?" Your voice was soft, uncertain. He could almost see the way your lips parted when you said his name, the slight confusion etched in your features. It had been a while since you'd spoken, but whatever this was never really faded.
He whispered, "Hey." The sound was barely there, his voice low and rough, and thick with exhaustion and something deeper, something that tugged at him in a way he couldn't ignore. His accent slurred, as it often did when he was tired, making the words harder to decipher, but you knew him. You always did.
You paused on the other end, his quiet greeting catching you off guard. The silence lingered for a beat. "Alex, why are you calling?" you finally asked.
He shifted under the covers, his body instinctively leaning away from her as though even in sleep, she could feel the weight of his betrayal. "I don't know." he admitted, eyes closing for a moment as he let out a slow breath. "I just...I needed to hear your voice."
His words hung in the air between you, and for a moment, it was like nothing else existed but the sound of your breathing and the faint rustle of the sheets as he adjusted himself, heart pounding against his ribs.
"How are you?" he asked. He didn't need to know, not really, but he wanted the connection, the intimacy of it. It was a question he used to ask all the time, a habit formed from late nights spent talking with you, your voices low, as though the night itself was a conspirator in your secret.
"I'm fine." you said quietly, the breathlessness in your voice making his stomach twist. "You?"
He closed his eyes again, head resting against the pillow as he exhaled slowly. "I miss you." he whispered. The admission felt dangerous, like crossing a line he couldn't come back from. His fingers, as if drawn by the words themselves, moved down his body, brushing over the thin fabric of his boxers. The faintest touch made him inhale sharply. He knew this was wrong but the thought of you, just the sound of your voice, was enough to stir something primal in him.
