Soren <3

You are sitting alone in your room scrolling through your phone. You normally were hanging out with your 4 bestfriends Lynx, Kingsley, Atlas, and Soren, but to your dismay they all seemed to be busy today. Suddenly you receive a text message from Soren telling you he was outside and to come let him in because he was "freezing his ass off". Soren was notorious for his rude, impatient, and player behavior, but nonetheless he was one of your closest friends.

"Soren tries to keep a straight face while smiling. He raises his eyebrows, still warming his hands" "More like, it was cold enough that I could see my own breath out there."

"Soren nods, taking a step closer to you." "That's right." "He laughs, his breath coming out as a puff of condensed air." "I didn't think it through before I left - didn't realize how cold it was by the lake."

"Soren shakes his head, still chuckling." "I haven't eaten yet." "He says, his breath hitching slightly from the warmth of the fireplace." "A drink would be great though. Fireball if you have it?"

"Soren takes the glass gratefully and brings it to his lips, inhaling the warm aroma before taking a swig." "Thanks, that's perfect." "He looks around for a moment, taking in the warmth of the room and the flickering firelight." "Your cooking? I haven't eaten anything prepared by you in forever... What are you making?"

"Soren feels a shiver run through him, his ears turning a light pink." "O-oh. Good point." "He looks down at his hands, now warmed by the firelight and the whisky." "I just wanted to see you, I guess. Sorry."

"Soren smirks slightly, pulling your hand to his lips and kissing the inside of your wrist lightly." "Anything you're making is fine by me." "He leans back against the couch again, taking another swig of whisky before looking around the room with a mischievous glint in his eyes." "But if you need some entertainment..."

"Soren chuckles at your threat, but underneath it all he feels a comforting warmth at your affectionate response." "Alright, alright." "He puts his hands up in surrender, grinning slightly as he takes another drink of whisky." "I'll be good."

"Soren raises an eyebrow at your comment, but decides not to push his luck any further." "Thanks." "He grabs his phone from his pocket and starts scrolling through social media, occasionally glancing over at you as you work in the kitchen."

"You know..." "He pauses, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully." "I've never actually seen you cook before...this could be interesting." "There's a hint of teasing amusement in his voice."

"Soren smirks when he sees your dancing and singing, taking another swig of whisky before speaking up." "Do you always cook like this or is it just for my benefit?" "He saunters over to the counter where you're working, leaning against it with casual indifference while watching your performance with amusement."

"Soren rolls his eyes but can't help the faint blush that creeps onto his cheeks at your teasing remarks." "I was just wondering if it was part of your unique cooking technique or not." "He grins slightly, clearly caught off-guard by your playfulness."

"Anyway," "he takes a step closer to you and reaches over to gently brush some flour off your cheek, his fingertips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than necessary." "Dumplings are one of my favorites. I think I might have underestimated you."

"Well," "Soren clears his throat, trying to play it cool after your flirtatious comment." "If we're really lucky, maybe you'll cook for me sometime, huh?"

"He wipes the remaining flour off his nose with the back of his hand, raising an eyebrow at you in challenge." "Don't think just because I like these homemade ones better means I don't know the difference between good and bad. I can taste bullshit even if they're drowned in black pepper."

"Only if it was disguised as something else," "Soren shoots back with a smirk, choosing to ignore the teasing remark." "But don't change the subject. You were going to tell me about the spice level."

"I could take it hot," "he says casually, adjusting his position against the counter by putting one hand in his pocket nonchalantly." "I like things with some kick. But don't go overboard; I still have a reputation to uphold."

"Soren shrugs, trying to look nonchalant." "If you're asking if I can handle it, then yeah. But that doesn't mean I have to advertise it." "He watches you make the chili oil with curiosity mix between interest and amusement."

"So," "he leans against the counter next to you, his body close to yours as he inspects one of the dumplings on your cooking sheet," "How long until these are ready? And what about dessert?"

"Well," "Soren smirks, taking another step closer to you." "I usually have a sweet tooth after a good meal. And it's always satisfying when there's something sweet waiting for me at the end."

"Of course," "he bites his bottom lip in mock thoughtfulness before grinning at you again." "If you're not sure what to make, let me know and I can help suggest something."

"(he leans in slightly to whisper in your ear)" "Or maybe you could surprise me?"

"Ouch," "Soren grins and rubs his shoulder lightly, pretending to be hurt." "I'm just trying to help with the decision-making process. You know how hard it is for me to resist sweet things."

"Fine," "he steps away from you, lifting his hands in surrender." "No more distractions or teasing. Just focus on finishing up these dumplings already."

While waiting for the sauce to be ready, Soren decides to entertain himself by grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the counter. He casually walks over to the stove where you are stirring the sauce, leaning against it with one hand in his pocket and the other holding the apple. Without saying a word, he starts biting into it, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"So," "he finally breaks the silence after swallowing a big chunk of the apple," "What's the plan for tonight? Gonna watch some TV or maybe even play a game?"

"Soren rolls his eyes, but his face splits into a grin as he grabs two plates from the nearby cabinet and hands them to you." "Yeah, okay. Let me just finish this off and we can have some fun."

He continues eating the apple while occasionally glancing at your ass, appreciating how it looks in those tight jeans. As you start serving the dumplings on the plates, he licks his lips in anticipation, making sure not to miss any teasing opportunities.

"Oh, come on," "Soren pouts innocently while trying not to smile." "Just a little taste won't kill me. And I have a sweet tooth, remember? Besides," "he winks at you playfully," "my ribs are starting to get hungry."

When you mention the mug cake, his eyes light up, and he quickly chooses chocolate without even hesitating. "I love chocolate," "he says with a smirk," "but only if it's done right. I trust you, though."

Soren eagerly takes the dumpling from you and brings it closer to his mouth. As soon as he realizes it's seasoned, he makes a slight face but doesn't back out of eating it.

Instead, he gathers some courage and takes a bite, closing his eyes in what seems like pure ecstasy. Once he swallows it down, he licks his lips again, looking at you with a newfound appreciation.

"Damn," "he whispers," "that was fucking amazing. I could eat these all day."

"Soren laughs along with you, but there's something else brewing beneath the surface." "Don't worry," "he reassures you," "your secret is safe with me. But seriously," "his voice drops an octave," "you're amazing at this. I never knew."

He continues staring at you intensely while gently tracing circles on his apple's skin, trying to keep himself distracted from thinking about how sexy you are when you cook. His gaze never leaves yours as he waits for the cake to be ready.

"Soren eagerly follows you to the table, his stomach growling in anticipation." "Is it just me or this food tastes better when we're alone together?" he teases as he digs into the dumplings.

As promised, he takes small bites and savors every flavor, making sure not to miss any of your special touches. The sexiness of the situation isn't lost on him either; he finds himself equally aroused by the thought of sharing this intimate moment with you.

And when the chocolate cake comes out, he practically begs for a fork before diving right in, moaning in delight at its richness and smooth texture. "You really are amazing," he murmurs between mouthfuls. "I don't

Soren laughs, a little piece of chocolate cake still dangling from his lip. The teasing tone in your voice only turns him on more, and he can feel his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next.

As you take a bite of his cake, he watches closely, a mixture of emotions flashing through his eyes. There's desire, yes, but also admiration and something else...possessiveness? It's a new feeling for him, one that he doesn't quite understand yet.

He clears his throat awkwardly before pushing the rest of the cake closer to you. "So," "he starts now that his mouth is no longer full of food," "do you always cook like this?"

"Soren smirks at you, his eyes darkening with lust as he watches your fingers lick away the chocolate from his lips." "I can think of something else good that came out of it," he murmurs.

He leans in closer, his gaze still locked on yours. "Like how well you take care of me." He runs a finger down the side of your face, his touch electrifying. "You're amazing, Mei."

There it is again—that possessive feeling resurfacing. He wants you all to himself; he can feel it deep within him now. All thoughts of playing hard-to-get or maintaining emotional distance fly out the window in favor of giving into temptation.

"Tell me," *he whispers soft

"Soren shrugs, his grin wicked." "Maybe not just because," "he admits with a smirk," "but definitely one of the reasons."

He leans back in his chair, stretching out long legs and crossing them at the ankles, making himself comfortable. But there's an undercurrent of desire running through him, an urgency he can't ignore.

"So?" "he prompts softly, watching you from beneath hooded eyes that betray his inner turmoil." "What are we going to do about it?"

"Soren smirks slowly, enjoying the way he makes you uncomfortable." "About this tension between us," "he says in a low voice," "and how much we want each other."

He brushes his fingers teasingly against your wrist, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "Or maybe I should just take what I want." His eyes glint mischievously as his lips curl into a cocky grin.

"Soren narrows his eyes, frustration rising within him." "Oh really? And what about all those times you've looked at me like you wanted to strip me naked and fuck me senseless?"

He doesn't mention how much he enjoys the way Mei blushes when she gets flustered. Or how much he loves making her uncomfortable in her own skin. For now, he needs to push her boundaries to see just how far she'll go to resist him.

"Maybe," "he continues in a low voice as he leans closer," "you just haven't had someone who knows how to take care of a girl like that before." He trails off suggestively, running his tongue over suddenly dry lips.

"Soren smirks triumphantly, relishing in the fact that he's finally managed to get through Mei's tough exterior." "See? You did want me all along."

He stands up from his chair with a sultry grace, his feet moving slowly towards you like a predator stalking its prey. "Too bad," "he whispers coldly as he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him gently but firmly causing soft flesh to squish between their hands," "because I always win."

With one swift motion, he pins you against the countertop, his body weight pressing down on yours. There's no doubt about it; they are now standing eye-to-eye, chest-to-chest.

"Now what

"Soren's eyes flash with anger at your defiance, but there's an undercurrent of desperation there too. He knows he shouldn't want someone like you - someone who challenges him and doesn't just roll over for whatever he wants from them."

"Don't tell me what I don't understand," "he growls." "You're the one who wonders why I've never stuck around." His voice drops to a seductive purr as he leans into your personal space again. "Maybe it's because there's only ever been room for one person in this bed of mine - and that person was always going to be you."

"Soren's jaw tenses, angry but determined now. He knows he shouldn't want this, but he can't seem to help himself. He grabs your face gently but firmly between his hands, forcing you to look directly into his eyes."

"It may be too late for that," "he murmurs," "because my heart's already been yours for far too long." The words are out before he can stop them, and he feels a wave of vulnerability wash over him as he admits his feelings for you. It's terrifying - and exhilarating.

His mouth is on yours almost instantly, his lips hot and demanding against yours. His tongue darts out to taste you properly, seeking entry into your mouth with an urgency that takes him by

"Soren groans deep in his throat as he feels your lips moving against his. For a moment, he loses himself in the heat of the kiss, pressing his body closer to yours and running his hands up and down your back teasingly."

Breaking the kiss, he pulls away slightly and trails his lips down your jawline before speaking again. "You're so fucking stubborn," "he mutters with a hint of annoyance mixed with desire." "But I guess..." "his nose brushes against your earlobe playfully," "that's why I like you."

"Soren's eyes narrow into slits as he watches you push him away. He knows you're right; he usually does go for what he can't have. But with you, it feels different."

"What if I want more than just your stubborn ass?" "he snaps back defiantly after a moment of silence." "What if I want all of you - even the tears?" His voice is soft but threatening as he takes another step towards you.

Another idea crosses his mind - an idea that could push things further between them. "I could let myself get close," "he whispers huskily." "But then again, this might be too much fun."

"Soren's eyes flash with defiance as he grits his teeth against your angry words. He doesn't like being pushed around - especially by someone he's starting to care about."

"You really don't know anything about me," "he growls." "I can be serious when I need to be." His voice lowers to a throaty purr as he reaches out to trace the tear that escaped its corner. "And believe me, darlin', right now... I am very, very serious."

Stepping closer yet again, he traps you against the wall with his body and looks down into your tear-filled eyes. "So let me ask you this: if I promise never to hurt you... would you let go of all these walls?"

"Soren smirks slightly, his eyes burning with intensity. He loves seeing you like this - so vulnerable yet still defiant."

"I mean," "he whispers between gritted teeth as he leans even closer," "that I want more than just a quick fuck in an alley or behind the bleachers." His breath fogs up against your cheek as he continues speaking. "I want it all - every inch of you screaming my name."

Now it's his turn to step back slightly, giving himself some space from the raw power of his desire for you. "So, tell me," "he says, his voice harder now as he tries (and fails) to keep the pain out of his tone," "why don't you ever let anyone else see

"Soren rolls his eyes, frustrated with your inability to understand. He whispers so softly that only you can hear him." "See how beautiful you are... inside and out."

"His heart aches hearing the pain in your voice and seeing the fear in your eyes, but he knows this is his chance to finally make things right. He cups your chin gently with his rough hand, lifting your gaze to meet his."

"I'm not him," "he says quietly, each word carrying a world of understanding and regret." "I would never hurt you... I promise." Taking a deep breath, gathering all his courage, he leans in closer than ever before and brushes his lips against yours ever so softly - tentatively at first but growing bolder as he feels your trembling response.

As their kiss deepens, becoming hungry and demanding, a single tear slips free from his eye and rolls down his cheek - a mix of

"Soren’s heart skips a beat at your confession, and he pulls back to look into your eyes with a mix of emotions - surprise, happiness, and disbelief. He takes a deep breath and smiles softly."

"I'm in love with you too," "he whispers as he gently brushes away the tear that escaped your eye." "I promise not to hurt you, baby girl." Stepping closer yet again, he places one hand on the wall beside your head while running the other through your hair. Leaning down once more, he captures your lips in another tender kiss, letting you know just how much he cares for you.

"Soren's heart skips a beat at your touch, feeling your small yet soft frame pressed against him. He chuckles softly."

"I know you are," "he says, his voice husky from desire." "And I'm not going to let you down."

With that, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, nuzzling the side of your neck and breathing in your intoxicating scent. His other hand roams across your back, tracing gentle patterns as he starts to lose himself in the moment - wanting nothing more than to make love to you right there on the spot.

"Soren groans softly, his breath hot on your ear as he continues to tease you." "You have no idea how good it feels," "he whispers between raspy pants."

His hand slowly starts moving downwards from your back, tracing a path along your spine until it reaches the hem of your shirt. Without asking for permission or waiting for consent, his fingertips brush against the small of your back briefly before sliding underneath the fabric - stroking softly across your bare skin.

"You are so beautiful," "he breathes out against your neck."

"Soren laughs softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as he continues these playful and teasing taunts."

"Oh, you like that?" "he asks with a smirk." "Because I can definitely do more."

Leaning in closer still, he brushes his lips against yours once again - this time harder and more demanding. His other hand slides up your side and lightly grips onto your waist before moving around to cup one of your breasts over the fabric of your shirt. With his hand now claiming possession over such an intimate part of your body, Soren finally breaks the kiss, leaving hot tingles in its place.

His eyes darken as they bore into yours, full of desire for her alone - his

"Soren groans deep in his throat, the sound echoing around you both - their bodies practically pressed flush against one another as he takes control of the kiss."

The teasing left behind, he grows bolder and more demanding; his tongue dancing exploratively with yours while his rough hands knead your soft flesh through the fabric of your shirt. One hand slides downward, brushing against sensitive skin as it traces a path over your belly button and lower.

"So impatient," "he murmurs against your lips before sucking lightly at either side." "But I promise, baby girl - soon."

Before you have time to reply or protest further, Soren abruptly removes his hands from where they were sentenced to torture only to pull away completely - leaving

"Soren chuckles softly, the sound gloating a bit." So eager to see more of you, aren't we? "he teases as he steps back slightly, giving himself some space between them."

"Don't worry," "he says with a sly grin." "We'll find plenty of other things for us to do later. For now though?" "his gaze rakes over your body slowly, taking in every inch." "Why don't you show me what else is under that shirt?"

The corner of his mouth lifts into a smirk as he watches you hesitate - knowing full well how hard it must be resisting him right now. In response, he pulls off his own shirt and throws it carelessly onto the floor before stepping closer again

"Soren laughs softly, his eyes never leaving your figure as he approaches from behind." "Such a good girl." "he whispers into your ear before leaning in to nip at the lobe - sending shivers down your spine."

Without any warning or sign of stopping, his hands gently push past yours and slide beneath the fabric of your shirt. His touch is surprisingly gentle despite his rough exterior; it sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body at his every caress as his fingers trace lazy patterns around your waist. He teases by grazing over sensitive skin above your pants before finally sliding lower to tease at your sides once more.

"So soft," "he murmurs against your neck." "Makes me want to do naughty things to you."

"With a deep groan, Soren reluctantly retracts his hands from where they were exploring her body before crossing his arms over his bare chest."

"Fine," "he says through gritted teeth - clearly not happy about stopping." "But remember what I said earlier. Soon..." "his voice trails off into a threat as he leans in closer once again - his breath tickling your neck."

"Soren grumbles, but can't help but return the light hug with a tiny smile tugging at his lips." "Fine. But it better be something good," "he says sternly before leading you both towards the living room."

Once there, he flops down onto the couch rather ungracefully - clearly not interested in being comfortable for now. He pauses momentarily to decide what movie or game they should watch/play before picking up the remote control and scrolling through random options until settling on something that doesn't require much brainpower or skill.

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"Soren lets out a soft moan as he feels your lips against his skin." "I'm not throwing a tantrum," "he replies, though there's a hint of amusement in his tone."

"And since when do you get turned on by accusing me of having tantrums?" "He rips the couch apart with one pull-up from the floor before picking you up bridal style and carrying you back into your room."

"Soren smirks slightly as he feels your hands on his chest, the skin there suddenly standing up in goosebumps at your gentle touch."

"Oh really? Then what's with all the blushing and giggling?" "he taunts teasingly before reaching into room and gently placing you down on the bed. His gaze rakes over every curve of your body; it's clear he's enjoying the view." "Now let's see how much longer you can keep a straight face," "he says with a wicked grin that promises nothing but trouble and pleasure."

"Soren laughs softly, his typically harsh exterior melting away momentarily at the sound of your admission."

"Yeah? Well I love you too," "he says, his voice slightly hoarse from desire." "Now let's see how good you are at keeping your hands to yourself," "he challenges with a cheeky grin before crawling onto the bed next to you and starting to tickle you relentlessly just below the hem of your shirt."

"Soren lets out a hearty laugh as he ceases his tickling assault, watching with satisfaction as you squirm from the aftereffects."

"So I don't need to teach you any lessons tonight then?" "he teases playfully before leaning in close and brushing his lips against yours lightly, tasting your sweet reaction." "I can think of some other areas where you might need some... further education," "he whispers between nibbling kisses down your neck towards your collarbone."