Covetousness

Heartstrings of Destiny #10

Warnings: make out session, mention of masturbating. Read with your both hand in your cellphone!

Mikha's confession

As you unlocked the door to Mikha’s condo, you felt a sense of anticipation bubbling up. You hadn’t reached out to her yet, and it felt unfair to keep her waiting while you’d already started reconnecting with the others. With a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and her favorite coffee in the other for peace offering, you stepped into her place, hoping to surprise her. But as you walked in, the sight before you made you freeze.

There was Mikha, completely unaware of your presence, lying back with her head tilted and eyes closed in her couch, her hand moving under her shirt up and down as soft gasps and moans escaped her lips. Your heart stopped when you heard her whisper your name breathlessly, "f-fuck—Y/N," the sound both intimate and vulnerable. Startled, you dropped everything you were holding, the loud clatter echoing through the room. Mikha’s eyes shot open, her face instantly turning a shade of crimson as she scrambled to sit up, quickly adjusting her clothes as she turned toward you.

“Y/N!” Her voice came out in a panicked whisper, her eyes wide as she struggled to gather herself. After a beat of silence, she gave a shaky laugh, trying to find the words to explain. “I… I didn’t know you were coming over. I’m so sorry, I just… I didn’t expect…” Her gaze dropped, and you could see the mix of embarrassment and longing in her expression.

Recovering from the shock, you cleared your throat, your heart still racing as you closed the door behind you to give you both some privacy. “I… I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… thought it was time we talked,” you managed, trying to keep your voice steady, though your mind was reeling from what you’d just witnessed.

Mikha stepped closer, her hand lightly touching your arm, her fingers lingering as she searched your face. “Y/N, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s… it’s just that I’ve missed you so much,” she confessed, her voice soft, almost pleading. “Every day without you has been… hard. I tried to keep my distance, to respect what you needed. But seeing you again… it’s just… it’s hard to keep pretending that I don’t feel this way.”

Her fingers gently traced up your arm, her touch sending a warmth through you that left you speechless. Slowly, she leaned in, her breath brushing against your neck, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, don’t pull away from me anymore. Let me show you just how much I care. Let me make up for the time we’ve lost…”

You stood there, heart pounding, watching as Mikha closed the small distance between you, her gaze fixed intently on you. Her hand drifted from your arm, up to your cheek, and you felt a warmth in her touch that made it impossible to look away. She took a shaky breath, her thumb gently stroking your skin as her eyes searched yours, an undeniable vulnerability in her expression.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "I don't want to keep pretending that what I feel for you is something I can just ignore. I tried, I really did… but you're here now, and I can’t let this chance slip away."

Her words hung in the air, filled with a longing that pulled you in, your hesitation melting under her touch. Mikha moved closer, her lips barely an inch from yours as her fingers traced along your jawline, sending a shiver through you. She paused, waiting for any sign of rejection, but you stayed, letting yourself be wrapped in the tension building between you.

With a soft, almost tentative sigh, she closed the final distance, pressing her lips gently to yours. The kiss was slow at first, tender and cautious, as if testing the waters. But as she felt you respond, her fingers tightened around your neck, drawing you closer. The restraint in her touch began to dissolve, her hands slipping to your waist, and her kiss deepened, expressing all the longing she’d kept hidden.