#CEO My oc

[yanderemommabean]

So what if after a long day of work Yandere CEO comes home to reader, on the bed, waiting for the CEO. In almost of a “I’ve been waiting for you” seductive kind of way. How sore will reader be the next day(s)?

When He comes home after a terrible day of trying to convert make deals, and sees you lounging on the large bed, legs spread, and that lustful look in your eyes- He's pretty sure this is your way of saying you need a leave of absence from work. (if he allows you to work, that is.)

All he needs is his face pressed between your legs for an hour or two, and the pain and anger of the day is melted away, his mind happily lost in the way your essence lays on his tongue and how you arch so prettily into his touches. But after he gets his fill, and that belt slides off, you're in for what he calls "working your body into overtime". Your hands are behind your back, your legs are tied open and folded, and you're left bare and exposed for his entertainment for the night. His cock slides against your entrance sadistically slow, loving how you jolt and hitch your breath as he tells you how much he loves you, how he adores when you hand yourself over on a silver platter.

There's that stretch, that slight pain, and he groans deep and reverberating as your body takes him in, stomach distending slightly when he hits the hilt and begins rocking inside of you, holding your face tightly so you keep eye contact.

"Fucking look at me. Need my angel to know who's claiming them, deep in your core. Feel that? Feel me nearly in your fucking chest? It's all for you angel, all for you. God, I'm going to fill your slutty little hole until sunrise."

You sort of knew what you were getting into, but you didn't account for him having an actual bad day. Looks like a day or two off is turning into about three or four. Good thing this man is religious with his after care.

-Mommabean

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Husband x Pregnant Reader ~

Requests are open!

• You and your husband has been married for 3 years and you have a happy marriage that your life couldn't get any better

• Until one day you realise your period has been late a few weeks. You take a pregnancy test and found out you guys are gonna become parents.

• You told yan about your pregnancy and now you are the happiest couple in world. You always thought yan husband is very protective? Well get ready darling because this man is gonna get double protective and stress out about every single thing till the baby is born.

• Yan Husband who hires the most famous, experienced and expensive gynecologist in city.

• Buys every pregnancy book available and remembers every single thing mentioned in it

• Food cravings? My love he would go buy anything even at middle of night. But you wanted from that specific shop? Well then he is going to make owner open the shop and make food for you at the middle of night no in between.

• Makes the most nutritious breakfast, lunch, dinner by himself. Makes you eat fruits, homemade smoothies that even professional fitness coaches plan is colourless compared to his.

• Reads so many pregnancy articles, cases and watches video. The only thing remaining now is getting a medical degree which he thinks upon to get just in case which you have to put a stop on.

• Constantly checking your blood pressure, sugar levels, pulse that he has become personal doctor of yours.

• Going with you on walks, doing yoga together.

• Buys all the baby stuff with the most safety guarantee even if the price is ridiculous. When it comes to you and baby nothing is expensive.

• Takes leave from work or work from home throughout your pregnancy. Won't let you go out of his sight.

• Won't even let you lift a finger and you are thinking about continuing job? THAT'S JUST STRAIGHT UP NO.

• Baby proofs that whole house. Always looking up at nutritious recipes for pregnant ladies on internet.

• Buys everything that he finds adorable and spending unnecessarily very high that you have to sit him down and explain the budget but still doesn't listen.

• Wants Baby to look like you because you are the most beautiful person in this world for him.

• Attends every doctor's appointment with you like a ritual and bores doctor to death with his constant questions about your pregnancy. Don't be surprised if you find him talking to doctor and asking a question at two in night.

• Talks and kisses to your baby bump everyday and mostly talk about you to baby telling how much lucky he is to have you and how much he loves you both.

• Has multiple panick attacks through out your pregnancy just thinking about you and baby's safety.

• When your water broke and the contraction begins he is just a centimetre away from having a heart attack.

• When you are under going labour threatens doctor that if anything happens to you or the baby the doctor will become a dead body.

Requests are open!

Read more yandere fics:

[hejigonmysawtillizepp]

niche but relevant joke

[chris-prank]

I FINALLY DREW ESTEBAN (my yandere CEO) LIKE I IMAGINED HIM! 🎉

This guy is brat at work but babygirl at home. If you want him, he'll be your loving male wife.

Don't let this perfect slutty waist go to waste!

You can read the PART 1 of his story here!

[riddlesrizzler]

𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝘾𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙥

pt.2, pt.3

summary: Fate intervenes when a ruthless CEO's coffee cup spills, leaving him captivated by a stranger and her unforgettable name.

characters: ceo! mattheo. reader.

warnings: none, just some background of ceo! matty

word count: 1.2k

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The smell of freshly brewed espresso and warm pastries drifted through the air as the glass door swung open, alerting the barista at the counter with a chime that sounded along the lines of a sleigh bell. The crisp morning breeze rushes in for a moment every time a customer walks in or out, causing the patrons who chose to sit by the door to shiver from the October air.

The coffee shop hums with the soft mummers of various conversations, punctuated by the occasional clatter of ceramic cups and the hiss of milk being steamed. Sunlight filters though the large glass windows, casting golden rays onto the old wooden floors. The barista moving with an elegance, a simple art form, as she arranges every drink.

Mattheo Riddle, stood off to the side where the counter ended. The station where his usual large black coffee was delivered, but with the influx of people, he was stuck waiting between a man who was listening to his EDM music too loud and a woman who wouldn't stop complaining about her mother in law to the other person on the end of her phone. Mattheo was growing impatient.

As CEO of Riddle and Co, Mattheo was not used to waiting. If he demanded something, he was sure to get said wish. He didn't care who he had to step on in order to make every desire, every want, he had fall into the rough palms of his hands.

He was cold and calculating. A man who dominated the business world with an iron fist. Carved from the shadows and steel, someone who's presence commands both the nauseating feeling of fear and the slow-burning spark of admiration. His sharp, calculating eyes-dark as the void, miss nothing, always scanning for weakness, and opportunity to get ahead.

He's ruthlessly ambitious, he moved through the corporate world like a storm, disarming obstacles with precision and leaving nothing to chance. His heart, though most claim that it was nonexistent, beats for one thing, power. Compassion is a liability, and trust is a currency that he keeps safe in a vault. In his dark world, success is not inherhited, it is taken.

He felt like he had been waiting for hours, but according to the sleek watch that he wore, it had only been ten minutes. He fidgets with the titanium cufflinks on his pressed suit when his coffee order had been called out. An agitated huff leaves his lips before he takes two steps towards the counter as he retrieved the hot beverage. He had turned towards the exit, already strategizing about his next meeting, his next move.

And then - impact.

A soft gasp, and then the warmth of the liquid that had been once contained in his white paper cup, was now all over his leather shoes. His jaw was tensed in rage as his gaze turned cold as it lowered to the idiot who had gotten in his way. Ready to yell at the person for not looking where they were going, but when his eyes finally reached the person's form, which was also covered in his beverage, he felt his mouth go dry.

A young woman stood before him, her eyes wide with alarm and guilt, her once colorful sweater had been damped by the brown coffee that now stained her clothes. she was flustered, her cheeks red with embarrassment as she scrambled to grab the paper thin napkins on the counter. Her lips start to part in order to let her apologies spill.

"I-I'm so sorry", she blurted out, her hands reaching towards him with the napkins clutched so tightly in her fist. She looked like she had committed the biggest crime in the world.

Mattheo didn't move at first. There was no sigh in annoyance or huff in irritation. He simply titled his head to the side, taking in every little detail of the beautiful creature in front of him. Finally, he had managed to find the voice that usually wields such power, but now it was nothing but a mutter.

"It's... it's fine", he manages to say as he hesitantly takes the napkins from her shaking hands and brushes it over the specks on coffee that had gotten onto his suit.

"Please let me buy you another one", the girl bit her bottom lip as her face seemed to hold such an immense amount of guilt, one that Mattheo was unfamiliar with.

"It's fine. Really", Mattheo said as he looked over her drenches figure once more. She had seemed to take the brunt of the spill as half of her was now wet and brown. He clears his throat before taking the unused napkins and holding them out towards her.

"You look like you need it more."

The girl smiled softly, something that conveyed that she was still embarrassed over the interaction but she was appreciative of his gesture. Taking the napkins back into her hand, their fingers brushing over one another during the transfer. Mattheo swears he feels something in his chest that borders the warmth of the coffee that now pooled in his socks.

"Thank you", she says, her voice warm and soft, was it silly that it reminded him of sunlight? He shook his head as he brings his attention back to the girl.

"I'm sorry about your sweater" he says gruffly. Mattheo Riddle never apologized, not even when he left half of his marketing team go right before the Christmas holidays. Mattheo showed no signs of remorse, and yet there was something about this simple coffee spill that seemed to make feel... sorry?

"It's okay", the girl laughed. Her hands pausing her movements on cleaning the sweater that was probably ruined.

"These things happen", she said with a shrug before moving towards the trash can next to them to throw away the sopping napkins. He nods his head at her response. These things did happen, so why did he feel so strange?

Mattheo looked back to the watch that sat on his wrist, he needed to go. He had a business to run after all. A sigh escapes his lips before he looks back up at the girl who still seems slightly flustered.

"I have to go, work", it was barely a sentence, but it was all that Mattheo could muster up at the moment. He wasn't sure what was going on with his brain but he was pretty sure that he had slipped into an alternate dimension.

The girl nods her head, saying something again about how sorry she was. Her lips pressing into a thin line as rambled about expressing her apologetic state, which Mattheo nodded along to before he had started towards the exit, making his way to the glass door with the tiny chime of a bell.

Only he seemed to pause, his hand lingered over the handle as he heard out the barista call out a name. A name that belonged to the girl who was wearing his beverage. A name that seemed to suck the breath from his lungs as his mind replayed the name over and over again.

"y/n"

hi! so this is my first little thing of mattheo/ ceo! mattheo. i’m thinking of making this a little series so i hope you enjoyed it!

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

[harryinramshackle]

"Uh, Jovie, that cake smells kinda weird..." "Nonsense! Don't think about it too hard."

(OG pinned post)

18th Birthday Strawpage!

It is, technically, not my birthday yet, we still have a week (March 1st). But I wanted to post this early to say this post also counts as a DTIYS of shorts! This is NOT a competition! If it was I would have made it 1-2 months ago lol. This is just me wanting to create silly birthday art for myself and saying "you can draw it too if you want to." So the DTIYS is always open, there is no deadline! And you don't even need to do it to wish me happy birthday, it's whatever basically!

For anyone who is intrested though:

☆ NO DEADLINE! I will accept you art whenever you decide you want to make it, even in a year from now! So obviously, there won't be any prizes. ☆ There are no real cut rules. You can change the poses, the senarios etc. Just keeping the overall idea the same is enough! ☆ Obviously, tag me in your post so I'll be able to see them! If for some reason it seems I missed it, kindly send me a DM about it! ☆ Make sure to tag it as #harrys18thbday, mainly for me to reblog them with their own tag on my blog! ☆ I included an unflitered ver of the piece and rough full body refs in case they're needed for refrencing.

I think that's about it! This is really just for fun and for anyone who wants to do it. Maybe I will make a proper DTIYS or other event in the future, but I wanted something laid back for my birthday lol

Credits: Dividers 1 ☆ Dividers 2 ☆ Dividers 3

Tag List: @ramshacklerumble @thehollowwriter @summerspook @scint1llat3 @skriblee-ksk

@cyanide-latte @twistedwonderlandshenanigans @oya-oya-okay @viperbunnies @jadelover69

@twsted-void @lallopsyou (lmk/dm if you wanna be added)

[hoaxghost]

Don't think I ever shared brief shitty File Recovery human au. It takes place in England and only makes sense for 3 minutes

[yuutryingtowrite]

Are any of your guys masochistic? Because CEO seems like he would endure having scalding coffee "spilled" on him and would view it as attention from his love

Stalker: He likes a bit of rough treatment (hair pulling, pushing him around, lightly stepping on him)

Maid: Planning to pair him up with a vampire!reader, so by default, he enjoys getting bitten

CEO: ABSOLUTELY. He lives to make reader snap and go wild on him. He does like any kind of attention from his darling, so he probably made a point to annoy reader before that coffee spill happened lol

[smileyjart]

So I've been doodling some more, the heiress lives rent free in my mind, so have some of her and her father (bonus Cleo working at the golf course as a punishment for spending Craig's company funds on designer bags)

[yanderemommabean]

Yandere ceos reaction to reader being a Luigi fan?

He gets it. His whole company's goal is to make people smile and be happy weather they wanna be or not, so, he knows only psycho assholes get to the top. He's on more than just one persons hit list, and is used to being a target of the people who are aware.

Will he let you kill him? No. Does he understand why you'd want to? Yes.

-Mommabean

[vonne-inc]

product: yandere boss - stolen shirt.

gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

[charmac]

The guess:

The confirmation:

[chris-prank]

Home video

Oneshot

Yandere Ceo x GN Reader

CW: NSFW, Dubious consent of sending nudes, masturbation and anal fingering

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Esteban was trapped in a loop. Sitting at his desk, he tried to the best of his abilities to be productive, but quickly the thought of you filled his every thought. So he would take his phone once again, his finger looming over your name in his contact list. Each time, his conscience ended up taking over and he would throw his phone as far as possible on his desk, as if he had been suddenly electrocuted.

He had promised to stop calling or texting you every chance he got. He wanted to prove that he was putting in a lot of effort to get better. So, after dropping the source of his internal torment, the man tried to focus again on his computer, only for the cycle to continue. 

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He was so proud of himself as he got home that night. He did it! He succeeded in not compulsively contacting you! Esteban could already hear all the praises and words of encouragement you will give him for being such a good boy. 

He waited and waited. The more time passed by the more his excited expression morphed his face into a worried one. You usually answered his text around this hour, so what was taking you so long?!

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You felt bad. You truly did.

You knew that Esteban was working really hard to control his clingy and obsessive attitude towards you. So you felt your heart dropped when you realized you didn’t respond to his text at the end of your shift. But guilt quickly turned into curiosity when you saw that he had sent you a video one hour after you didn’t respond to his initial message. It had been sent fairly recently and under it was written “Ready for round 2?”.  

The thumbnail was already giving away the content of the recording, even if you try to convince yourself that it couldn’t be that. On it was Esteban, shirtless with his arms out of view of the camera, probably to put it in place. You hesitantly pressed the play button after sitting down on the couch. 

There were some movements paired with slight zooms before he seemed happy with his setup. Esteban walked away from the camera to get into the frame. Lowering his head onto the bed, he arched his back and spread his leg open. His movements were way too deliberate and precise for not to have been planned. 

Despite Esteban’s face being pressed into the mattress, you could still see his lovesick eyes glaring at the camera. It’s like he was directly looking at you. All of his private parts were on full display, giving him an extra vulnerable look in that position. He swayed his hips sensually from side to side, his hard cock following the movement. If you zoomed in, you would have noticed the small drops of precum dripping from the slit and how red his tip was. 

“I-I've been good for you all day… but… you didn’t answer and I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He whined, “You need to know how much I’ve missed you.”

One of his hands went between his legs as he spoke, grabbed onto his cock and he started stroking it. The other one gripped the sheets while slutty moans left his mouth. He looked like he was milking himself and now that you thought about it— he would look really good in a sexy cow outfit.

“I wish you were here Mmmf… with me. So you a-ah could… huff… you could reward m-me.” 

Esteban sped up the pumping motion on his dick as he spoke, all the while he tried to move his hips to hump his hand. 

“I’m just a… Nnnf… slut. Ah! I just Ngh… want to be fucked by yo—” He had bitten his lips, the wave of pleasure making it hard for him to speak. 

You swore you saw his asshole open slightly and clench onto nothing. Your intuition was answered to be right as his left hand tentatively brushed against the curve of his ass to finger himself. Since Esteban didn’t have anything to hold his weight anymore, his face got pressed even more into the mattress. His words and moans were coming out partially muffled because of it. 

“I want Aaah… I want you so badl— Ngggh.” 

His finger successfully found his asshole and had begun circling the entrance. It didn’t take long before Esteban pushed two fingers inside, not wanting to waste any more time. It went in with such ease that you suspected him to have lubed it in advance. 

Unconsciously, both of his hands started to move at the same paste in a rhythmic pattern. When he would stroke back to the base of his dick, his other hand would pull out of his hole. Then the same thing would happen again, but in reverse. 

He looked adorable when his eyes rolled back as the combination of sensations coming from both his ass and cock was getting too much for his poor brain. It was also getting harder for you to comprehend what he was babbling out, but you rejoiced in the sounds he made nonetheless.

His movements became more messy. In this hazed state he had to force his fingers out of him to focus both of his hands on his dick instead. Esteban gripped his shaft and started making a tight twisting motion, pulling additional moans from him. His body was covered in sweat with all the effort he was putting into this private little show, for your pretty eyes only. 

You knew that it was all a sign that he was inching closer and closer to release, and you were soon proven to be correct. You knew your good boy well after all. 

“I’m Mmm gon’ c-cum—”

He cried out your name in a high-pitched whine as he came, coating his stomach and the sheets with thick ropes of cum. He bucked a few more times in his hands, before gradually slowing down his movements. 

"Aaaah…Ngh... n-nngh..."

He lay motionless for a few seconds, except for the occasional shudder of his legs. He painfully got up, every one of his movements seemed slowed down. When he got closer to the camera, you could finally see his messed up face in all its glory. He had drool leaking down his chin, his cheeks were red as if he got slapped and you could see traces of dry tears on his skin. He gave you a weak smile, then the video stopped.

You were left there, in the complete silence of your room, after witnessing the most toe curling video of all time. You slowly clicked on the call option while getting ready. This was going to be a long night. 

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I hope this satisfied the thirst of the Esteban simps 😌

[riddlesrizzler]

𝘼 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝

𝘱𝘵.2 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘊𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦 𝘊𝘶𝘱

summary: A chance encounter leaves Mattheo Riddle obsessed with a girl who unknowingly turned his world upside down.

characters: ceo! mattheo. teacher! reader

warnings: none, just ceo! mattheo getting his world rocked.

word count: 1.3k

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The first time Mattheo had stepped into that coffee shop, it was only supposed to be for a moment. a mindless routine of caffeine and efficiency before he buried himself in another day of deals and deadlines. He had barely registered the soft hum of whatever jazz station had been playing that morning or the rich scent of espresso that curled into the air. An insignificant five minutes that didn't take away from his day, and yet those five minutes had turned into something with greater significance.

He had met her.

Well met might have not really been the right word with the catastrophe that followed the moment he had turned to the door, only to end in the result of her wearing most of his sumatra blend. The girl with the colorful sweater and eyes that shown with such intense guilt as she tried to hand him napkins as her perfect lips spilled apologises.

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She hadn't even really done anything that was extraordinary, he should have been livid that she had ruined his three thousand dollar shoes. But when she tucked a strand of lose hair behind her ear, there was something that started to stir within his chest. There was a lightness about her, a way that she carried herself that seemed effortless and unbothered, a stark contrast to the calculated world he had created.

Mattheo wasn't a man who dwelled on distractions. He didn't believe in fate, or serendipity, or any of those ridiculous notions that people seemed to cling onto which made them pathetic. Every success he had was built from careful planning, calculated moves, and ruthless ambition. Nothing about the life he led- his company, his reputation, his name- were left to chance.

But if Mattheo didn't believe in fate, then why the hell did he keep coming back to the coffee shop?

Monday, he convinced himself it was coincidence, he just needed something to get him through the day. Tuesday, he reasoned that the coffee here wasn't that terrible. Wednesday, he found himself sitting by one of the large glass windows, his fingers drumming against the heavy watch that sat on his wrist. Thursday, he started to wonder if she had been nothing more than a fever dream- something his own brain had created as he teetered between the thin line of exhaustion and stress. Friday, he had started to research different therapists in the area because the only logical explanation that he had for his behavior is that he had gone mad.

But then the bell above the door chimed as someone walked in, Mattheo felt annoyance grow as he turned his head up to see if maybe it was the girl. Cursing himself for doing it every time that bell rang, he was not better than those dogs in Pavlov's experiment. The air had shifted- like the world around him stopped rotating because through that door had walked in her.

There she was.

The girl who had walked through the door held so much power and yet she didn't even know it. She had somehow possessed the CEO to make him return to the tiny coffee at the end of the street in order to catch a glimpse of the radiancy that she held. But she had no earthly clue.

She was wearing a dress, not just any dress- a deep navy fabric, scattered with golden constellations, tiny galaxies stitched into place like they had been crafted just for her. The stars shimmered as she moved towards the register. She was a walking universe in the middle of the dimly lit cafe, utterly oblivious to the fact that Mattheo Riddle- cold, ruthless, untouchable- was currently forgetting how to breathe.

He didn't feel entirely in control of his body as he let go of the ceramic cup that he had been gripping tightly in his hand as he moved towards the girl who seemed ethereal, like she belonged in one of the galaxies that shown on her dress.

She was studying the menu, delicate fingers lightly tapping against the counter, lost in thought, Oblivious. Completely unaware that, for the past five days her presence has been haunting him like a ghost.

Mattheo let the silence stretch for a moment just long enough for anticipation to coil tight in his chest before he finally gathered the courage to speak, courage he normally had a never ending supply of.

"Not bad."

Her reaction was immediate- her head turning towards him, her hair flowing over her shoulder to show off the stars that hung from her ears. Her eyebrows raising in surprise.

"It's you," she said as a flicker of recognition flickered across her face, as she realized that the man in front of her was the reason she had to wash her colorful sweater three times in order to get the stain out.

"You looked better with the coffee stain on your sweater," he murmured, his voice smooth as his dark gaze flickers down to the dress that she was wearing.

For a second, she didn't say anything. She simply blinked as her lips began to part as if she was simply caught off guard. Mattheo's heart seizes as he regrets coming off so cold so quickly, but then it hit his ears. The most beautiful sound that he had ever heard, one that a chorus of angels couldn't even compare to. She had laughed, a soft melodic laugh.

"Well," she giggled, at his blunt opinion of her outfit. Mattheo couldn't remember the last time he had ever made anyone laugh. Cry? He had made ten people cry this week alone. But laughter? He couldn't even begin to pinpoint a time.

She gestures down to herself, "no coffee stains today, Just space."

His gaze traced over the galaxies stitched into her dress, as if seeing them again for the first time. Although she looked ethereal, Mattheo was unsure of why she would ever need such a dress.

"Space?"

She smiled and nodded her head, and he felt it- like the earth was tilting under his feet as they spoke.

"It's Space Day at my school," she explained enthusiastically. "I'm a teacher at Applewood Elementary School. My students would absloutely riot if I didn't look 'out of this world'," she laughed with a tilt of her head.

A teacher.

Mattheo wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he hadn't guessed teacher for her profession. But yet it made perfect sense to him with the way she smiled. She was a beacon of light, her presence practically screamed warm and inviting.

"Unbelievable," he mutters under his breath as he runs his hand through the dark curls that he had styled earlier that morning. He exhaled sharply as he felt frustration coil into his chest.

Mattheo Riddle, the cold and heartless CEO, had been rattled by a teacher of all people?

He groans as he turns down to look at her sweet expression- curious and completely unaware that she and thrown his world off its axis.

She studied him for a moment, biting her lip as the barista handed her the beverage that she had ordered before this interaction, clearing her throat as she spoke again.

"I never caught your name last week."

Mattheo's attention was suddenly seized by the fact that she was asking for his name. She was asking about him, she had remembered their encounter from last week, he felt his heart grow a little lighter.

"Mattheo Riddle," he introduced himself just like he would to any other business partner. His words cold and precise like his name wasn't just any average name, but yet a title of power.

"Well, Mattheo, it's nice to officially meet you when we both aren't wearing coffee," she giggled once again, her eyes sparkled with a friendly warmth that not even the brightest star could mimic.

Then, just like that, she turned and walked towards the exit, the golden specs on her dress once again caught in the light that poured in from the glass windows.

Mattheo clenches his jaw, watching as she disappeared through the door to probably head to work. He ran his hands down his face as a groan of annoyance escapes his lips.

Damn it.

He was in trouble.

i’m so down bad for the sunshine teacher and grumpy ceo. i think its because i’m a teacher. more content to come!

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