“FROM THE SHADOWS…”
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Part 2
Content warning: SMUT!! Voyeurism, stalking, and talk of bad pasts.
Disclaimer: This is the first smut I'm posting on here. I don't write much but bear with me. Someone said to write the smut you wanna see in the world, and there's not enough huck love!!! This is set right after season 2! Anyway, enjoy, and give me some feedback!
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You were a new hire at Olivia Pope's “ not law firm”. Being a gladiator was tough, you felt like you were fearing for your life every day. But Olivia took you in, so you didn’t ask questions. Just like she didn’t ask any when you were fleeing your home, and NEEDED protection. Just like the others you were broken, like a doll, and she put you back together.
The person you gravitated toward the most was Quinn, she also had to run from her past life. Leave the ones she loved. Unlike her though, you were guilty. Still, it was nice to not be alone in the confusion, anger, and craziness that being a gladiator can be. You and her often just look at each other in awe as the others jump into action. It makes you feel seen. The other person you gravitated towards was Huck.
You didn’t really know him, you didn’t even know his last name, but he comforted you. Of course, he also comforted Quinn, so you try not to read into it too much. He’s quiet, doesn’t speak much, jittery, and always secretive. But…you can’t help but notice how he stares at you…especially how it lingers when you say goodbye ( of course he stays later than the rest of you).
You noticed how gentle he is…how soft..how caring. Of course, he is a hardened EX-CIA Assassin, but he’s also the man who makes sure you don’t freak out at crime scenes. He once held your hand ( it was to make sure you didn’t trip over a body, but it still counts). You can’t help but want him for yourself. But you know it will never happen.
So now you’re going home, after your exciting day as a Gladiator to your empty second-floor apartment. You go to your bedroom and slip off your work clothes before lying in bed. Thinking about the man you want but can never have, as your hand slips into your panties.
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Huck is addicted to you. He’s always been prone to addiction. But you’re different. The way you look at him. the way you bring him little treats and water, making sure he doesn’t overwork himself. The way you smile at him, so full of light. Which is why he feels so dirty watching you right now. It’s bad. And he knows it, but he can’t stop. Not when you keep your curtains wide open. At first, he bugged your work purse and followed you home. he told himself it was to keep you safe.
You were new, so innocent, and open to the evils in this world. But ever since then, it’s become a habit to watch you….getting his work done early..working himself to the bone..so he can watch you. It doesn’t help that you keep your curtains open. So as you took off your clothes and laid in your bed, he couldn’t help but be captivated. And when you started touching yourself..he couldn’t help but start sweating. He immediately turned on the listening device in his pocket and sat there.
Now he’s sitting here, listening to your soft moans. He can feel his body getting hotter, and he can’t tell if it’s hell or his attraction to you. But he is moving his hand towards his straining bulge. He can’t help it, you sound so..heavenly. You’re untouchable, which is why he’s fighting the urge to go to your apartment and take you here and now.
He slowly unzips his pants and pulls down his boxers. He can see you as your hands are moving underneath your sheets. Your face contorting in pleasure as his device records your moans. He touches his cock and can’t help but whine. He’s so hard that it hurts. Luckily he chose the perfect abandoned alley.
He shouldn’t even be doing this, but his hand slowly travels his length at the same speed you’ve started fingering yourself. He can’t help but feel dirty as he imagines that it’s him inside you. As you moan and blubber incoherent words and syllables. He can almost feel your walls clenching against him, as he strokes himself faster. Then he hears it…. “huck”.
He thought he was hallucinating for a second, but then he heard it again. “ Huck please”, and he almost came right there in the car. “ Huck please I need you”…you are calling out to him? He needs to be closer. he wishes you would put your bag next to your nightstand. He immediately starts stroking faster, letting out groans of his own.
As he listens to you call out his name in private, he wishes he was there. He wishes he could answer your prayers, like the angel you are. He can feel himself getting closer and closer as his pace gets sloppier. “ Huck please, I need you” you whine over the recording. And he’s over the edge. White leaks all over his hand as he rides his high. Man..he will never get enough of you. Of loving you.
Now he has to clean up and go before someone notices the noisy car in the alley and calls the cops. And he doesn’t wanna explain that to Olivia.
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You can’t help but pant a little as you finish, feeling yourself come down from your orgasm. You feel relaxed, but you can’t shake this feeling. This feeling of being watched? You shudder, as you close your curtains. But before doing so, you catch a glimpse of a car rounding the corner. “It’s strange, this is a dead-end alley.” You think as you turn around to finally go to bed, maybe you’ll tell your friends at work tomorrow.
