One by One: (fanfiction) 18+

Outside

Nur's pov

As I left the morgue, I realized I had forgotten to collect crucial evidence. Later, I discovered that someone had deleted the CCTV footage, which I suspected was done by myself, given the unusual red glow emanating from my eyes when I did it.

I felt Melissa's lips on my neck, her tongue darting out to taste my skin. She was being careful, I'll give her that - no doubt trying to avoid leaving a telltale hickey. I could hear the whimper that escaped her throat, a sound of longing and submission.

I sat across from Melissa, my arms crossed as I watched the scene unfold through the tinted window. The driver seemed unfazed by the spectacle, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Melissa's moans filled the car, her fingers moving frantically over her clit as she begged for my touch.

"Please, please, please," Melissa whimpered, her voice muffled as she tried to pull down her skirt with one hand while the other worked furiously between her thighs. "You're killing me," she panted, her eyes locked onto mine, begging for attention.

"I can't," I repeated, my voice firm as I turned away from her, focusing on the passing scenery outside the window. I could feel her gaze on me, heavy with desire and frustration. As she reached out to touch me, I shifted my legs, effectively blocking her attempt.

"No," I demanded, backing her away to prevent her from touching me. Melissa, desperate, climbed into my lap and felt my bulge through my pants. "Stop it!" I ordered, but she was determined to undress me. "Stop!" I said firmly, grabbing her wrists before she could unbuckle my belt. "Not like this, not like a desperate teenager in the backseat of a car," I growled, my voice thick with restraint. "You deserve better than a quick fuck against the window."

Melissa sat back in her seat, her mouth curling into a sly smirk as she spoke. "I've always wanted a man who would fuck me senseless," she said, her voice calm and collected. "But instead, I got you - the man who doesn't want me."

She trailed off, her gaze never leaving mine as she continued, "Then someday, I'll be lucky enough to just taste you." Her words hung in the air, a silent challenge as she sat there, her arms crossed and a look of quiet determination on her face.

The car rolled to a smooth halt, and the driver's voice broke through the charged silence. "We're here, ma'am." I seized the opportunity, swiftly exiting the vehicle and striding towards our shared apartment building, deliberately avoiding any further contact with Melissa.

Inside the apartment building - Hallway.

As I made my way down the familiar hallway, my legs growing heavier with each step, I could feel my energy draining away. Just as I approached our apartment door, I glanced to my left and saw Eddie emerging from the neighboring apartment, looking utterly exhausted and disheveled.

1 HOUR LATER - Inside our apartment

Eddie sat across from me at the worn kitchen table, his eyes bloodshot and weary as he silenced the noisy radio. "I managed to get the delivery guy's number," he said, his voice gravelly. "Turns out, the neighbor's daughter found it in your pocket."

"I mean that little pickpocket thief of daughter it turns out to be a pervert." Eddie muttered running a hand through his disheleved hair.

"You know what I heard?" Eddie asked, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I heard that little pervert not only steals but also sneaks around taking photos of people through windows." He shook his head disgustedly.

Did you finish the quest we were given?" I ask calmly, my eyes heavy with tiredness. "Yes, I completed it," Eddie replies excitedly, "So, we should be returning to our real world any moment now."