Yelena had always been shy when it came to anything sexual—those topics were never discussed in the Red Room. She knew the basics, of course, but never thought it was necessary or even important.

You, on the other hand, were the complete opposite. Open about your sex life, unapologetic, confident. You were constantly out at clubs, flirting with girls, and bringing someone new back to your apartment almost every night.

Yelena had gotten used to it—until she heard something she shouldn’t.

Her name. Coming from your mouth breathless and desperate.

You knew how shy Yelena was when it came to sex, but god, she was so hot it drove you insane. When you weren’t out with other girls, you made sure she wasn’t home before indulging in some private fun because you didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable or pressured. But today was different.

She came home early…you had no idea.

When she first heard sounds coming from your room, she assumed you had company again and ignored it. She went about her routine—cook a little something and rest or watch a movie.

But as time passed and the sounds continued, something felt…off, nothing ever lasted that long, she ignored it anyways.

She then heard it.

her name—moaned, loud and clear. She froze, nearly dropping the pot she was holding.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the door, then down at herself, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Her heart was pounding, her chest tight with a strange mix of shock and something else—arousal.

Something hot coiled in her stomach, spreading downward, sharp and unfamiliar. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as she stepped forward, slowly approaching your door.

She stood in front of it, her breath shallow, her mind spinning as she heard the short, heavy sounds of your breathing from the other side.

She didn’t understand why her body felt like this—but the ache between her legs was growing unbearable. Unable to stop herself, she opened the door.

There you were—lying in bed, some of your clothes on the floor, a few toys scattered beside you.

You were completely alone.

Yelena gasped, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke your name, soft and trembling, laced with something she didn’t even recognize as excitement.

“(user)…?”