#Cillian Murphy Anna

[darlingsfandom]

Oval Scandal

anon : Hey, how are you? I hope you're okay. Then write a smut about President Miller x reader!intern (like Clinton-Lewinsky scandal vibes) and they get caught!

TW: power imbalance, cheating, p in v, male orgasm!

Not proofread.

Lenny Miller was a man of his word. He had the people eating out the palm of his hand with the way he carried himself. He gave the people a sense of hope and safety which is why they voted him into the Oval Office in the first place. He had a charm about him that made those around him swoon including you, a simple intern who was under his spell.

In his first couple of months Lenny had made an impact that left the people in a state of peace. He carried out his duties with dignity which you admired. You worked under his secretary who had been around since Bush was in charge and she wanted to make sure that whoever took her spot would be perfect which is why she trained you to the best point possible. You followed her every order and Lenny kept his eye on you. Everyday you’d greet him with a soft smile and quick nod because truth be told he did something to you that made you squeeze your thighs under your desk.

As much as you wanted to relieve yourself sometimes you couldn’t because all eyes were everywhere all the time!

“Ms. y/l/n, can you step into the office?” Buzzed through the little intercom on your desk.

“Right away sir!” You held the button down before nervously standing on your feet. He’s never asked you into the office. A million questions ran through your head before you opened the door to find him leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

“Shut the door.” You swallowed the lump in your throat before slowly stepping in front of him once the door was closed. Lenny stood up straight, fixed his tie and towered over you making you feel three feet tall. “Do you like being an intern?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” You nodded before he put his finger under your chin and made you look at him. You always avoided eye contact with him, not because he made you uncomfortable but because you were attracted to him. You looked everywhere else until he gripped your jaw making you look him in the eye.

“I think you could be doing more.” His words made your heart break a little bit. Your lips formed a pout while his formed a smirk. “You are a sweet young lady with a lot of potential…” Lenny leaned in and you could feel his breath on your cheek. “I see how you get nervous around me, but not in a way that you’re scared, but that you’re aching for me.” His lips pressed against your cheek before he kissed your lips.

Butterflies exploded in your stomach and as much as you wanted to push him away your body was frozen because this wasn’t real! It couldn’t be! But when his hand groped your ass you realized how real it was.

“We can’t do this!” You whispered as you stumbled backwards. He licked his lips before running his hands over his chest.

“The choice is yours… and if you’re as smart as I know you are…” Lenny stepped forward to cup your cheek. “You’ll be in my office tomorrow night.” He gave your cheek another kiss before sending you out.

From that night on you often found yourself in the Oval Office under the desk.

Months had passed since you started your affair with President Miller and it had been great. Of all the men you’ve had sex with, he really knew what he was doing. To be fair he had the experience the others lacked.

You had decided not to wear panties today. Lenny had asked for a certain file and of course you brought it to him. It wasn’t even important , it was just a cover up to get you into the office without suspicion.

“Here you go sir.” You bent over to give him a view of your cleavage making him bite his bottom lip.

“Thank you.” He nodded before he signaled for you to get on your knees. You always had your hair pulled back to make it easier for him to pull on. Lenny allowed you to get under the desk and get comfortable before you rubbed his thighs. He bit his bottom lip the second he heard you unzipping his pants.

“That’s a good girl.” He patted the top of your head before you kissed the tip of his cock. Your tongue lapped over the head slowly, just the way he likes. You sat on your knees wrapping your mouth around the head before taking his whole cock down your throat. “Fuck! Such a good girl. You really what that raise.” You nodded eagerly making him moan. “You’re really earning it. Such a better cock sucker than my wife.” He always praised you about sucking his heavy cock even if it meant reminding you he’s a married man who just happens to run the country.

Lenny grabbed your pony tail tightly and gave it a yank making you look up at him with your watery eyes. He loved that look in your eyes , seeing you so obedient, so willing unlike his wife, made him feral. “So pretty, will do anything to please her boss.” Lenny pulled your hair and pulled out his cock making you whine before you stick your tongue back out in hopes he’d slide it back in. “No no, if you want that raise finalized, you know what I want.”

You nodded slowly before getting off your knees, you turned your back to him and lifted up your dress before leaning over the desk.

“Good girl, no panties.” He held his hand in his cock while he grabbed a handful of your ass and massaged it slowly before he ran his thumb over your wet folds. “You always get so wet when you suck my cock.” His thumb found your clit making you whine as he circled it slowly. Lenny spit down his cock before sliding the head between your folds.

“Fuck! Mr. President .” You whined as your hands gripped the edge of the desk.

“You’re such a tease honey, you know that turns me on.” Lenny pushed his cock in you making your knees buckle.

“Fuck me sir, please.” You looked over your shoulder as he grabbed your pony tail, pulled your head back and made sure his cock was shoved all the way inside your cunt. The thing with Lenny was that he was made for you and as wrong as it was you knew that you were his. “Feels so good!” You moaned out as he thrusted into you making your wetness echo in the room.

“Always so good for me.” He was panting in your ear as he held your hips tightly. The two of you were lost in the moment of how good the feeling was that neither of you heard the door open until the sound of screaming broke the moment.

His wife, the First Lady was standing there in shock with angered fists as Lenny kept thrusting into you. You felt too good to stop. On the other hand your heart had dropped as anxiety ran through your system.

“Lenny! What are you doing?” His wife stood there with tears in her eyes. “You said you didn’t have sexual relations with her!”

“And that’s clearly a lie dear.” He rolled his eyes before he stood up straight with his cock still buried in you. You laid there silently until he grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up.

“I can’t believe you’d do this!”

“As if you’re not having an affair with Johnson from the secret service! I’m not a stupid man.” Lenny held you with his arm around your waist before kissing the back of your neck. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to cum.”

“You’re a pig!”

“At least I actually love her!” Lenny’s words made the whole room quiet. He didn’t actually say that! He couldn’t have! He had. Lenny declared his love for you while balls deep inside of you while his wife had caught him fucking his young intern.

She stormed off as Lenny reached up and rubbed your tits as he went back to fucking you hard. Your orgasm had died but his was still on the edge. Lenny was a panting mess until he let out a loud groan. He came deep inside of you.

“Did you mean what you said?” You asked shyly as he pulled out.

“About what?” Lenny cleaned himself up before pulling you into his lap.

“That you love me?” Tears built up in your eyes.

“Of course I do, I wouldn’t have risked it all if I didn’t.” His lips pressed into yours gently while he cupped your face. “You are worth the scandal my love.”

[tvandfilm]

Watching the Detectives (2007) dir. Paul Soter

[luluartpop]

Cillian Murphy sits next to Anna Wintour to watch the Versace show at Milan Fashion Week.

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Don't Ruin It | Agent Lenny Miller x fem!Reader

summary: Sexual tension comes to a head (literally) when a younger female agent (you) makes a move on her superior agent, Lenny Miller, after a successful undercover mission.

warnings: Infidelity, power-imbalance, hazy consent, praise and dubious humiliation, smut.

word count: 3,300k

ONE SHOT! Who would’ve guessed…

Taking What's Not Yours- TV Girl 🎶

That's so True- Gracie Abrams 🎵

You were partners. Partners. And he was married. Married. There were so many fucking ethical reasons why you shouldn’t but damn it all, you did. 

“I need your wire,” Agent Lenny Miller said over his shoulder as he sorted the equipment back into their cases. Your heart was still racing from the conclusion of your mission, your body was thrumming with adrenaline. You turned to face the hotel mirror and unzipped the back of your dress. When he was done with his brief task, Miller turned and after a moment of hesitation, approached you slowly. He clenched his jaw as he brushed the zipper away so that he could reach the mic-pack secured to the band of your bra. His pale fingers lingered an extra moment longer on the bare skin above and below the clasp as he pulled the pack off. He blinked his heavy eyelashes slowly, wetting his lips as he followed the wire up your back to your ear. His finger trailed over your skin, pretending to hold to the wire as his eyes glanced up to meet yours in the mirror. You removed the mic from your ear and turned back slowly to hand it to him. Miller looked down at you, still holding the pack, his heart racing too but his eyes deadly calm, keeping a level head just like a good agent would. Staring for a moment at the mic-pack, Miller finally exhaled slowly and nodded, taking the mic pack and wire. He switched the device off and looked back down at you again, face-to-face. 

You were a young agent, fresh out of training with an expertise in languages. Agent Lenny Miller was a senior agent, a typical dark, brooding type with attitude issues and a soft-spot for intelligent women. He was always arrogant, but it was because he was always right. God, it was so fucking infuriating. When he wasn’t smiling (which was most of the time), you could barely make out the beginnings of crows’ feet at each outside corner of his eyes. He was in his mid-forties, married with a son. He wasn’t technically your boss but that didn’t make it any more ethical. These were just the things you told yourself as he continued to look down at you with his pale blue eyes. 

He was standing with his feet shoulder-length apart and his jaw still painfully clenched. You reached around to the back of your dress and unzipped it all the way, your chest rising and falling quickly. Miller inhaled deeply as he saw what you were doing. Your black dress slowly slipped down your body to pool at your feet. He let himself look down at your body, covered only by your underwear. He stepped closer, just half a step, his lips falling open as he looked down at your lips. You rose onto the balls of your feet, offering your mouth but he inhaled sharply again and ran his hand over his mouth. 

Miller stepped back and turned. He walked to an armchair in the hotel room and sat down on the edge of the seat, his hands steepled. 

“Len-” you started but he held up a hand to stop you. 

“Shhh, don’t ruin it, don’t ruin it” he whispered gently and looked you over again from the chair across the room. You stood silently in your underwear for a moment until you felt brave enough to move your arms to undo your hair. Your hair fell around your shoulders and you ran your fingers through it, picking out the knots quickly. Once that was done, you looked back at the man and asked him point-blank. 

“Is it your wife?”

“Don’t ask me about her, Y/N.” He responded calmly, his hand still resting against his lips as he stared at you. You raise your chin slightly and inch closer until you're right in front of him. He looks up at you in appreciative silence, like he’s at an art gallery or the symphony. He lets you step between his knees and run your hands down the back of his head starting from the crown. His eyes close slowly and he sighs as your hands stroke his dark hair. 

“If only you knew…” you whispered as your other hand slid down his cheek. Agent Miller’s eyes opened and he smiled softly, leaning into your hand. 

“Know what?”

“How much I want you,” you answered breathlessly, your heart fluttering beyond beating. Miller chuckled in discomfort and inner turmoil. He shook his head and leaned back in the chair, out of reach of your hand. 

“You know as well as I do that we can’t do this, Y/L/N.” 

“Don’t talk like that.” You responded cooly, taking a step back as he watched you, his eyes helplessly trailing over your body. Miller leaned his chin against his closed hand, wetting his lips again as you put more distance between you. You could make out the half-hard bulge in his trousers that he tried to ignore. You two stared at each other for a minute on end, neither speaking as your eyes spoke to your individual desires. Finally, Miller sighed and reached out his hand, palm up and beckoning. 

“C’mere.”

His voice was gentle but sure, as if there were absolutely no hesitation behind his request. You waited another moment before finally stepping back between his legs. His arms opened, inviting you to sit on his lap. You sat on his upper thigh, within the cage of his arms. Miller used his other hand to pull your legs across his lap, so that you were sitting completely across his legs like a child. His open hand rubbed up and down your thigh furthest away from his chest, slipping all the way down to your calf. You looked down at him and exhaled shakily. 

“I-” he started but you pressed a finger against his lips, shushing him gently but firmly. 

“Don’t ruin it.” 

He smirked softly behind your finger and looked at your lips as you moved your head close to his. You dropped your finger and held the curve of his jaw instead, brushing your lips against his. The short stubble on his jaw tickled your fingers as you pushed them down his throat. His hand moved to hook around your waist and his lips fell open, responding to your tease. You exhaled shakily again, this time against his lips before finally kissing him. The kiss was so soft that your lips barely touched, barely moved. He looked up into your face, exhaling tightly before pulling you closer once again. You kissed again and just as softly as before. When you pulled away, you stared at each other in tense silence, the world around you was shrill like a static that separated you two from the rest of the world. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, looking between his blue eyes and his button nose. He briefly pressed a finger against your lips, dismissing your question, before kissing you again. His kiss was harder, stronger, as if he’d finally made up his mind without saying so: he was going to fuck you because damn it, he wanted you so badly. His teeth caught your bottom lip and you moaned against him as your fingers found the buttons of his collared shirt. The process was slow but expertly coordinated as if you already knew each other’s bodies as well as your own. You unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his undershirt once each button slipped out of its eyelet hold. He wore the same undershirts that your dad used to wear beneath his dress shirts, the ones he wore to work, the similarity brought a strange sense of comfort as your hands felt the fabric beneath your hands. 

Miller pulled you to straddle his lap so that you were completely facing him on your knees. You rested your butt on his legs, waiting patiently until his shirt and undershirt were completely removed. He held his arms over his head so that you could pull the shirt away from his bare skin. Agent Lenny Miller was by no means a largely muscular man, he’d left his field days behind him, but he was still fit, still lean and handsome. His arms were still muscular and you could feel the tension of his muscles every time he moved them around you. You sat back, ending your kiss for a moment so that you could look down at his bare chest. His pectoral muscles were tight and defined, his stomach shallow and taught. There was a dusting of freckles across his pale chest and a thin line of dark hair beneath his bellybutton. You pressed your hand against his lower stomach and felt the muscle meet your hand as it tensed. He laid his hands on the chair’s armrests and watched you with a calm expression on his face. 

You slipped off his lap and opened his legs so that you could kneel between them. He ran his hand over his lips as he watched you, his eyes glued to you. You placed your hands on his knees and rose for a moment longer so that you could run your tongue across his collarbones. You dragged your tongue up his sternum, up to his throat, and ended at his jaw with a gentle nip. He shook once beneath you and groaned softly, so quietly that you barely heard it. When you returned to the place between his knees, his lips fell open in a helpless way, as if he were stuck in a trance. When his pants were undone, you ran your hand over his now-very-hard-cock and looked up into his eyes. 

“Go on then,” he whispered, smirking softly as if he were joking. You smiled and pulled down his boxers just enough to find his erection. When it sprang free, he groaned audibly and leaned his head back for a moment. You rolled your tongue around the head slowly, relishing the taste of his precum, showing you just how much he wanted you too. Your hand gripped his shaft and squeezed gently, making him jerk his hips. He cursed beneath his breath as you moved your mouth farther onto his cock. You sucked softly, just wanting to prep him, not to make him cum. His hands tightened on the armrests, his nails digging into the red leather upholstery. You took his cock as far as you could without gagging and rolled your tongue before bobbing up and down. 

“Ah fuck, girl. Slow, slow” he praised gently and closed his eyes as you sucked. When you could hear the distinct sounds of masculine whimpers, you stopped and looked back up at him. Miller exhaled tightly and ran his hand over your hair, fixing how it fell at the side of your face. His hand dropped to your shoulder and played with the soft skin there before pulling one of your bra straps off of your shoulder. You waited as he did the same to the other strap. He sighed as you stood slowly and stepped backwards towards the hotel bed, never used. Miller removed the last of his clothes and followed you slowly, his hand reaching out for your body. You let him pull you closer and kissed him as he felt for the clasp of your bra. He undid it easily and pulled it off of your arms so that he could feel your breasts. He nearly growled as he squeezed your breasts, feeling the hard nipple between his fingers. Miller picked you up easily and laid you back on the bed. He took your knees and pulled them apart so that he could stand between them. Still kissing you, he fit his hands beneath the bands of your thongs on your hips. His hands rubbed back and forth on your love-handles, in no rush to take off your underwear. 

“Turn over, agent Y/L/N,” he muttered against your lips. 

You nodded slowly, your lips starting to feel swollen and hot. You flipped over onto your stomach and felt his hands cup your butt before pulling down your underwear. He pulled them down your knees, over your calves, and off your ankles. 

“Look at you. Good girl…” he whispered and tossed the underwear to the side. You pushed your butt up, signaling your need for him. Miller chuckled briefly in understanding and spread your knees again with his hands. With one of his hands, he feels over your wet cunt and leans over you to nip your shoulder. 

When you moan he nods, “I know, I know. Me too.” 

His long, rough fingers teased you cruelly as you bit your lip to keep from whining. 

“Miller…” you whispered after a while of waiting and teasing. The senior agent smiled and leaned closer to your ear. 

“Patience, girl. It’s an agent’s best virtue.” 

You rolled your eyes and started to respond snippily before you felt him press against you, groaning. He pumped into you, hitting your ass with each quick gentle stroke. His hand that wasn’t being used to support his body went to your chin and pulled your head to lie flat on the side. 

“How does it feel?” He asked. 

“Hhha,” you tried to speak in a small breathless voice. He moved his hand back to your hip so that he could thrust deeper. 

“Mmm fuck, you’re tight,” he panted and moved faster, harder. You cried out in pleasure and arched your back as much as you can beneath his body. “Tell me when you’re close.” 

He groaned in pleasure as he found a good rhythm, your cunt gripping his cock better than his wife ever could. You moaned loudly, nearing yelling as he held you down and subjected you to the brutal honestly of his fucking. 

He leaned down over you to rub his lips against your smooth upper back. He kissed your shoulder blade and slowed his thrusts, savoring the intimacy of your bodies. He moved his hips forward in a slow and flexed manner, straddling the line between climax and continuity. 

“Good girl. Good. fucking. girl.” He muttered, his lips still barely touching your back. 

“Shit I’m close,” you whined, your thighs shaking out of your control. As soon as the words left your mouth, Miller pulled out and picked you up by your hips. Nearly cradling you in his arms, he swapped places with you and placed you on top of his freckled upper chest. 

“Sit,” he instructed calmly, “I’ll finish you off,” he gripped your thighs, waiting for you to move onto his face. You were panting and red in the face and it took a moment for you to realize what he was asking. With another reassuring nod from him, you shifted your body up and slowly lowered yourself down onto his face. You were skeptical and awkward until you felt his tongue glide over the lips of your sex. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked and lapped at your cunt. Your mouth fell open and your thighs immediately reacted by quivering. You placed your hands over his, still on your thighs, and cried out. 

“That’s it,” his voice was muffled but still clear as he felt your orgasm building again, “I won’t stop you this time.” 

Your body tried to jerk away from his mouth as your climax came on fast and strong but Miller kept you close to his lips. His arms didn’t let you leave even as you writhed from pleasure. You panted loudly, whining, until you finally orgasmed. Miller felt you orgasm against his mouth and waited until you had ridden it out before letting you pull away. You moved back enough for him to sit up. You were both panting and high on pleasure which made it impossible to speak. Miller looked you up and down, his way of asking if you were ok. You nodded softly and he nodded in return. 

“You didn’t finish,” you observed breathlessly, straddling his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

“No?” He raised a brow, pretending to be ignorant. 

“No, you didn’t.” 

“You’re observant, good for you agent Y/L/N,” he responded evenly, raising both of his brows so that his forehead creased into that judgmental look he did so well. 

“Fuck you.” 

“Already did. Try again,” he tilted his head to the side slightly and nearly smirked. His biceps curled as he ran his hands up and down your arms. When you cocked your eyebrow back, calling him out on his bullshit, he sighed and resigned. 

“That was for you, not for me,” he explained calmly, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Making me finish, you mean?” You asked slowly, your brows furrowed more. 

“Yes,” he nodded slowly and pursed his lips, “that was for you. I wanted to make you come.” 

“And now what?” 

“What do you mean?” Miller asked, confused. 

“What do we do now?”

“We put on our clothes and go back to doing our jobs,” he answered with a half-hearted shrug. You scowled and shook your head. 

“No.”

“No?” He repeated. 

“You want this too, as much as you try to deny it and shame me for it. I’m not just a pity-fuck. Look me in the fucking eyes and say that you didn’t want me,” your voice dropped and you grabbed his shoulders, your fingers digging into his muscles. He held your gaze calmly but his heart beat faster. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he considered his response. Deciding against words, Miller grabbed the back of your neck and forced you into a hard kiss. You were caught by surprise and moaned tightly as he pulled you close and found your tongue to suck on, delirious with passion. His hands wrapped around you and flipped you over where you were then lying on your back beneath him. 

“Fine, how’s this? I’ll look you in the eyes while I fuck you,” he growled and helped himself inside you. Like this, you could see his bright blue eyes as he held himself up over your body. He was already grunting and panting as he started to move back and forth. Both of your mouths fell open and you cried out in more pain than pleasure at this overstimulation. One of his hands wrapped around your throat, his thumb playing with the ridges of flexed muscles as you panted beneath him. His eyes only left you once when he dropped his head to your breasts to take one of your nipples between his teeth. He didn’t press hard, just enough to make you whimper. He flicked his large tongue over your breast, teasing the nipple with quick aggressive flicks. Your back arched and he growled in pleasure against your chest as he allowed himself to feel his orgasm. He returned his head to its original position so that he could watch your facial expression as he came. His mouth was open, his lips wet and pink. His cheeks hollowed everytime he panted, hitting your hips hard with his at the same time. He said nothing as he came, just slowed his thrusts, focusing instead on going as deeply as he could. His eyes closed and he shuttered, cumming inside you. 

When it was over, Miller remained fixed above you, his grip loosened around your neck. He traced his finger up and down your throat in a strange show of affection. 

“Alright?” Miller asked in a deep, heavy voice. You nodded and ran your hand over his chest. 

“You?”

“Alright.” He nodded once. You stared into each others’ eyes, panting and exchanging hot breath. 

“Alright,” you whispered. 

Another moment of silence passed. 

“Alright,” he repeated, staring now at your lips. Slowly, Miller inched closer. Slowly, your lips touched once more. 

Alright.

[staiyn]

cards against Cillian

Been working on this for a while, because I was so busy the last few months. I thought about doing this, just because the game is standing around in my home, so why not try this out. Just let me know if yall like it and if I should continue that

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

GRADUATION GIFT

Pairing - Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary - You despise your mother and are awaiting the day you can finally be free from her. However, she’s met her so called soulmate who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

Warnings - noncon, implying of drugging, brief infidelity, p in v, parental issues, spanking, daddy kink, breeding kink.

Word count - 2k+

Notes - On a roll right now. Definitely wrote this during the course of 6 alcoholic beverages so I apologise.

The Honda Civic rolled up your driveway, you breathed out, your head swayed gently, bloodstream full of alcohol. There was no other way to celebrate graduating high school than by getting plastered at a house party. Despite your intoxicated state, you couldn’t help but to dread the sight of your home. You should have left early with your friends and crashed at theirs.

Only a couple of more months. Until you’re free from your egocentric, victimizing, alcoholic mother. The woman you despise, the creature that drove your father away from your life. You hated her more than everything. She had cheated on your dad for years and when he finally broke she blamed him for everything. 

He fell in love with another and got her pregnant. Your father chose them over you and your overbearing mother. The sad reality was that you couldn’t blame him. But you’ll never understand why he didn’t take you with him. 

You stumbled inside, not really caring if your ruckus woke anyone up. A fresh bottle of water was pulled from the fridge as you sculled down as much as your stomach would allow you. As you walked back into the hallway, your direction pointed to the staircase, you heard a clear of the throat. 

When your eyes landed on him, you lightly gasped. He sat on the cream chesterfield armchair, his legs spread wide open. Minus the jacket, he was still in his suit from yesterday. It was past two in the morning, why the fuck was your so-called step-dad awake? Those blue orbs stared your exposed skin up and down as his hand combed through his wavy brunette hair. You tugged down at your mini dress to cover yourself, but it was pointless. 

Behind his charm, Lenny was creepy. You had picked up on that instantly by the way he stared at you when you accidentally opened the door for him. It was their first date and your mother had plenty of those. However, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, even when your mother rushed to the door. 

When your mother announced they were going on a second date, you were surprised. Now those, she didn’t have many of. The shocked expression that plastered your face was unhideable when she announced that they were officially together. She even had the audacity to tell you to call him dad. Because he would like that. 

You fell victim to his lingering eyes during all of your brief encounters. There weren't enough excuses to get out of the house whenever he was over. Lenny spoke to you confidently and condescendingly. To which he didn’t fail to drop a carnal comment in each conversation which went unnoticed by your mother if she was in attendance. 

You felt like your mother, making it all about yourself. But you wouldn’t dare to say anything, what else would it be besides you trying to pray horrible things upon her. They were perfect for each other, they were both fucked and the sooner you were out the better.

“Lenny, you’re up late” you shuddered, standing awkwardly as his hawk eyes stalked you. 

There was a glass of whiskey in his hand as he swayed the liquid carelessly. You focused your sight on the glass, waiting for it to spill onto the carpet. 

“You had upset your mother extremely” he said, his tone dripping of disappointment. 

The moment in discussion was earlier yesterday during your graduation ceremony. She didn’t even want to be in attendance. But Lenny convinced her otherwise to go, with him accompanying her to the event, she was already a few mimosas in despite it being a midday ceremony. Afterwards, she didn’t suggest, she ordered that you’d go out for a family dinner to celebrate. 

When you stated that you had other plans, it ended up being a cat fight on the ride home between you and your mother. You didn’t notice Lenny’s knuckles turn white around the steering wheel as he stayed quiet between your shouting match. 

“Well, it’s my life” you shrugged your shoulders at him. 

Who did he think he was anyways? You didn’t give a fuck that he was a retired CIA agent. If anything, he should fucking arrest your mum for being a failure in life. 

Lenny didn’t take his eyes off of you as he finished his drink. He breathed in, dramatically raising his chest as he stood up. Your throat tightened as he stepped towards you, you stepped back just as quick.  

“Well” he mocked your tone. “You know what I think?” He asked, his jaw clenched. 

“What?” you squeaked as he placed the tumbler on the coffee table and headed straight towards you. 

Your body pressed back into the plaster wall as he trapped you in with both forearms resting on the wall right next to either side of your face. He breathed deeply as he considered his choice of words. 

“I think your father failed at discipling you as a child. Left you to be nothing more than a fucking brat leeching off of her mother’s funds” he hissed, his lower body flexed up against yours. 

Your eyes widened at his words, the fire inside of you was brewing however you couldn’t help but to be intensely frightened by this new, menacing side of him. There were little options that would end up in your benefit. “Mum!” you panicked, sure she was a drunk but her self-importance would never fucking allow this. 

Lenny pouted to you sarcastically as you stood frozen, his lips slowly crept to your ear. “Oh, your mother was a crying mess. I had to give her something to help her sleep, she was so overwhelmed. I promised her I’d wait up for you, to make sure you got home safe. Even told her I’d try to talk some sense into you. But between me and you? Sometimes talking doesn’t work, other methods have to be used” he ended up whispering, slowly, suspensefully, seductively. 

Your hands shot up to his chest as you tried to push him away. “What the fuck are you going on about” you whimpered pathetically, desperately trying to push him away but he wouldn’t budge. 

Lenny looked you dead in the eye. “Daddy needs to teach his baby girl a lesson” he stated with a confident nod. 

“Mum!” you shrieked, your voice cracking in the process. You were freaking the hell out by this point as his hands moved down to grip onto your hips. 

“It’s pointless, she’ll be out all night. But don’t let that stop you from screaming” he grinned as he yanked you away from the wall by your hips. 

The first instinct was to run, but Lenny reacted quickly, his hand wrapped around your hair as he yanked you towards the chesterfield armchair. You sobbed out as he post-hasted you over his knee with him sitting comfortably on the seat. 

“You’re such a bad girl. I noticed that the moment I saw you” he brought to light, this wicked smirk on his lips as he pulled up your dress, exposing your bare ass. His fingers traced over your cheap thong as you were whining against him, your body squirming around like a worm. “However, your mother outta be more thankful of you” he voiced, which caused your eyebrows to scrunch. “I never intended on a second date until I saw you” his confession caused you to sob heavily. 

It was true, your mother was just going to be a easy fuck. But when he saw you, he knew that he had to have you. From there, his obsession only grew larger by each encounter. You didn’t know how badly he wanted you, needed you. Your bratty behavior only urged his primal needs harder. Your parents failed to control you, only he would be able to put you back in order. 

“Lenny- Please!” you squealed out as he harshly smacked your rear. 

“Correct my title” he ordered through a snarl.

“Daddy please!” You cried out, completely humiliated as you laid limply over his knee. 

“Good girl” he praised as he smacked you again. 

Over and over again he spanked you, you’d squirm here and there as you tried to take it like a good girl. Mentally, you were begging for it to be over and done with. The sooner it was done, the quicker you’d be able to pack up and run for the hills. 

“I’ve wanted to teach you your place for so long” he groaned, his cock twitching at the redness of your cheeks. You sobbed silently as he admired you. “You know” he spoke softly as his hand gently caressed your burning skin. “Your mother told me how you always blamed her. But in reality, if your father wanted to take you with him, he would have. But clearly you were as much of a burden to him as your mother was” Lenny asserted emotionlessly. He knew nothing.  

You thrashed your body underneath his hold. Lenny laughed as you were blubbering out, desperately trying to break free. He forcefully spanked you again to put your distraught movements to a stop. 

“Don’t worry, daddy wants to take care of you” he promised you condescendingly as he pulled your body up onto his.  

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you shuddered. The tent in his pants pressed up against your covered core and your skin trembled. Lenny kissed your flustered cheek, and then the other. The way he was praising your beauty made you feel sick to your stomach. Your stomach turned when you felt his body shift underneath you as his hands undid his belt. 

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you want this” he groaned as he stroked his hard length, the tip poking at your hidden pussy. 

You mewled in response, there was no point in arguing with this barbarian. His fingers pushed your thong to the side to allow his tip to rest at your entrance. The irony was how dripping your cunt was despite how terrified you were. 

As his thick cock slowly slid inside of your canal, he grunted at the sensation of you. You whined against his size as you pressed your face into the fabric of the chair. Roughly, Lenny picked up his pace, his fingertips dug deep into the flesh of your thighs. 

“So, you wanna run off to college huh? Leave your mother’s home childless?” Lenny gritted his teeth. 

“Yes daddy” you confessed shamefully. 

Lenny grinned at your easy submission. His hands felt up your skin that he had so desperately wanted. You were moaning around his size, your eyes squeezed shut to hide how they were rolling back. 

“You know, I never gave you your graduation present” Lenny smiled innocently. You didn’t know how to take it. “Oh how it would be a shame if her whore of a daughter got herself pregnant” he grunted, roughly holding your hips in place. The realization flashed before your eyes as you tried to push yourself off of him, but he kept you locked up on top of him. 

“Daddy, no! Please!” You begged, crying like a baby on top of him as he continued to pound his length deep inside of you. 

“Yep, a shame it would be. She’d have to stay home. Depend on her new daddy to look after her” he concluded the thought that would soon become your reality. 

“Daddy please no, no, no” you continued, but it was all pointless. Lenny had already made up his mind long ago. Lenny gripped onto your cheeks and forced you to look at him. 

“Yeah. Gonna fill you up, trap you with my child. Couldn’t fuck a baby into your mother even if I wanted to. You’re at the perfect age for breeding. Got the perfect body and what not. It won’t be hard to convince your mum that you’re just a fucking slut like she is” Lenny smiled to you, his sinsiter expression made him look like a complete different man.  “Don’t worry, she won’t stay in the picture for much longer” he consoled, continuing to smack his balls against your outer skin as you felt your orgasm build up rapidly.  

But she was the least of your concerns now.

[tiredkitten]

Lenny Miller. Anna (2019)

[cillianmurphysdimples]

I love Cillian's entire aura in 'Anna'

[viesanterieures]

anna wasn't the only model in this movie

[rogerdeakinsdp]

Cillian Murphy + favorite music moments

happy birthday, Robin! (@madeline-kahn)

[saintmuses]

❝𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙫𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙮❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x Stripper!Reader

Summary:

She was one of the former CIA operatives who escaped from the deaths of others when their mission to kill KGB’s director was compromised. She was never to be seen again until Lenny came across her at a strip club he had no intention of going to.

Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Lap-dancing. Riding. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3k

New York City had always been lively, so was everywhere in the state of New York. He had recently moved to his apartment about a month ago after leaving Washington D.C. for an assignment.

The narrowed alley was filled with slight echoes from his leather shoes as he walked down the darkened street.

He had been in Europe for a few years, but he left after the success of eliminating KGB’s director with Anna’s help and after she died, he requested a transfer to a different CIA location for a change of scenery.

He cared for Anna, but not like how she cared for him. He had to let her down gently after realizing she was latching onto his kindness for something more during her mission to obliterate KGB’s director.

He'd suppose he would've reciprocated her feelings if someone else didn't steal his heart long before then.

"Give it up for Daisy! Quite a show she gave you guys!"

He paused; his head turned towards the building where his hearing picked up an intriguing announcement.

Rarity had its moments when he used to go to strip clubs to find a potential dancer to warm his bed when they were all that rage back in the day and willingly to break the no-sleeping rule. Now he was satisfied with living in solidarity.

As much as the strip club was dirty but it had a compelling atmosphere with heavy seductive beats.

Of their own accord, his feet moved closer to the door of the club. 

He froze when a bouncer grunted out a number, and he realized that he was standing at the entrance. He fished out a wad of cash after pulling it out from his trouser pocket. Entering through the door after handing over the cash to the bouncer.

Dimmed lights and smokey air greeted him as he moved further in the club.

His eyes scanned the stage to see one of the best dancers. She was the reason why he was in the dingy place.

Only she was already gone before he entered the building, and he felt a flash of disappointment. Nevertheless, he found an available seat by the stage.

He inhaled harshly when he saw a girl, no, a woman passing by him. He recognized her by her face which was adorned with smokey makeup. Her hair was set up with loose curls, and she wore a revealing white lacy bra and a white lacy skirt attached to her white underwear.

It was a fit for her skin tone.

However, what caught his attention was her scent. It was the same floral aroma he had smelled when he first met her.

His hand shot out, clasping his fingers around her slim wrist before she could walk any further.

"Excuse me, you can't touch-" She started, whirling around, almost affronted only to falter in surprise when her eyes landed on the familiar man. "Lenny?" She asked, making a slight noise in her throat as she stared down at him.

He hadn't seen her since the night she disappeared when the first mission to assassinate KGB’s director had gone wrong. Of course, it didn’t deter him from searching for her only to give up when she did a job of eradicating herself from the grid the way they all learned how to if things went wrong.

A few years had made Y/N even more beautiful than she was when she was younger.

His lips curled into a smirk, "Daisy." He said her stage name smoothly before releasing her wrist.

Sure, it was her favorite flower. He knew little things about her the ways he would not care to learn if it was someone else.

Her cheeks quickly flushed in embarrassment, "what are you doing here?" 

Before he could answer her question, a man walked up to them. Stumbling as he went before standing in front of them.

Lenny could tell he was intoxicated by the smell of his breath as it washed over them and the way he was swaying. 

His eyes flickered to her when she shifted uncomfortably, eyes down casting to the concrete floor.

He could feel his skin crawling when he noticed the drunk man leering at her, as he pulled out his wallet, he watched Y/N's face, his mouth grew taut as her eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

She did not want to; it was clear to him.

Lenny reached out, effectively stopping the man from fishing out cash for a private dance. "Pardon me, she is doing me a favor." He said dryly, eyes narrowing when he saw the man turning to him with a challenge look in his pupils’ blown depths.

"I didn't see you pay her," he scoffed.

Lenny’s lips curled in amusement as he absentmindedly grabbed his leather wallet, grabbing a crisp hundred-dollar bill, he saw her eyes widened before he handed it over to her.

"Now I just did," he countered with a hint of smugness in his tone as he stared down at the sleazy man.

He could feel her grabbing the bill, and he turned to her ignoring the man standing in front of them. "May we find a room?"

She bit down her lower lip, before nodding.

When she found them an available room, he allowed her to go in first before turning to a bouncer who stood in the hallway for private rooms; he quietly paid him to not let anyone in until they leave and not to bother them. 

She turned to him after he'd shut the door quietly. "I'm sorry...but I will have to give you a dance," she said quietly. Flushing as her eyes laid on the door behind Lenny’s shoulder. 

"Of course."

He walked over to the couch that was adorned with red leather fabric. Music with tempo beats bled through the speakers. 

It was meant to be seductive.

He sat down with an ease, watching Y/N staring at him with an unreadable mask on her face before she walked over to him shyly. "How long have you been working here?"

She hesitated, eyes flickering away from the floor to his. "Almost four years."

"Why?" He wasn't being judgmental, but he was very curious especially when she didn't answer him. "Y/N, what happened?" He almost persisted.

After a moment of pause, she answered. "I've been hiding from the KGB operatives," she said quietly. "After a near brush with death, I thought that I would have a chance staying low. So, I moved here after I escaped from the building." Her eyes then flickered to somewhere else as it became unseeing. "I joined the strip club to make money."

She leaned down slightly to take off her heels as the light notes started to play from the stereo. He shifted in his seat when he realized she would have to give him a lap dance.

He almost inhaled sharply when her hands touched his trouser-clad knees.

She then slid her hands up his thighs, slowing her pace as she reached up his chest, her fingers ghosting over his blazer.

"Why are you in New York?" She asked, breaking the tension that thickened the moment the door was shut.

His eyes were almost heavily lidded as he was influenced by the tension of the room when he stared down at her.

"I live here now; I left after the mission of assassinating the KGB director went successful." He said, his fingers rubbed on the leather next to his thigh absentmindedly.

Her lips twitched, "congratulations."

Avoiding his eyes, she leaned over him slightly before putting her hands on his shoulders. 

"Thank you for saving me from him." 

Knowing she was talking about the intoxicated male. "You're welcome, and you shouldn't have to deal with that." He murmured.

Her hands applied pressure as she put her knees next to each of his thighs, the air was suffocating him as he had to keep the noises to a slight minimum.

He didn't shy away from her shy gaze when she peered at him, he could tell she was nervous. He didn't blame her for feeling that way, since they never really cross the line of their work until now.

His fingers again itched to trace her skin, and his eyes widened slightly when she started twirling her hips sensually that it affected him greatly.

If seeing her constantly as his operative was bad enough, the fact she was almost naked years later -bra and thong as the only source of cover- would be his undoing.

She was stiff especially with how she was moving with her hips, quite frankly so was he. For different reasons from hers, he thought. She was twirling her hips above his thighs, lowering her form slightly, nearly brushing against the rising bulge in his slacks.

He held his breath, he was being selfish especially with how she was uncomfortable in his presence, but he didn't want to stop her.

He was a gentleman; he would stop if she wasn't willing.

He reached for her hips with his hands and pushed her lower body down onto his hardened cock. Keeping her hips immobilized as the room was filled with a little gasp coming from her lips and heavy breathing from the stoic man.

He closed his eyes when she tentatively started to shift her hips, in a movement that had her grinding lightly against his bulge.

"Lenny." She breathed his name slightly.

His eyes shot open, staring into her depths as the scent of her arousal predominated the air. He was still staring at her when he reached her back. Ghosting his fingers onto her dampened skin as they traced the grooves, ridges, and curves of her spine before enclosing his fingers around her bra clasps.

He then twisted the metal clasps to unhook her bra before sliding his fingers towards her neck. Gripping it slightly before pulling her down so he could taste her lips.

A tiny puff of air coming from her lips in a form of gasp had him giving her a bruised kiss. He wanted it for so long that he was devouring the taste of her lips.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she moved her warm lips against his. He slowly moved his hands towards her breasts, cupping them slightly. Thumbs flickering over her pebbled nipples. 

Swallowing her gasp into his mouth after he arched his hips when she went to grind down onto him.

He then slid his hands down around her waist before sliding towards her back to unclasp her mini lacy skirt before making her get on her feet; so, he could put his fingers in her thong before pulling them down.

"You have thought about this, didn't you." He said in a husky tone, making his voice raspier.

Her eyes were wide, watching him, and her mouth was open "no." She said after a beat. It may be dimmed in the room, but luckily his eyes were able to train on how her pupils dilated.

He smirked before pulling her to him, pushing her waist so he could move her away from him. 

She looked at him confused before turning around, and she gasped when he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down on top of him.

She leaned back onto him as she'd spread her thighs over his. His hands slid over her legs.

"What did I tell you about your eyes, sweetheart?" He murmured against the curve of her neck, gripping her thighs as he grazed his fingers into the juncture of her thighs.

"I don't remember," a gasp tore from her lungs as he pressed his fingers onto her clit.

He chuckled lowly in his throat, trailing his lips towards her ear. "You're a very bad liar," he rasped, his lips stretched into a predatory smile as he rubbed one of his fingers down through her slit. Collecting her wetness along before pushing a finger into her.

He inhaled slowly when she made a slight noise, and he moved his finger in a thrusting movement before adding another finger.

"If it makes you feel better, I thought about it." He breathed into her ear, "especially after you started working for me." 

Oh, he definitely imagined her in one of situations. Taking her behind on her hands and knees while the others were out of the building for the night.

She inhaled sharply, "you imagined taking me over your desk?" She asked disbelievingly.

He chuckled lowly, "I may be very good at controlling myself, but deep down I am still a man."

She snorted slightly, "a caveman." 

His lips curled upwardly, "you have no idea, sweetheart." He said before using his thumb to rub her clit which made her thrust her hips in response.

"I think you'd be surprised," she murmured, rolling her hips along with his movement. "When I first started working with you, you had this strict professor vibe like a professor since you wore suits." She paused, breathing heavily when he curled both of his fingers. "I used to fantasize you teaching to the class and waited until after the class for you to take me on the desk while calling you sir."

He felt a heat of tendrils curling on his back at the thought of taking her on the desk.

"I'll teach you how to say sir," he rumbled, and he smirked when he felt more wetness leaking out of her. He reached with his other hand to cup her breast and rubbed across her nipple before he pressed a kiss onto her neck.

"I want you to fuck me, Lenny." She quietly pleaded. "Sir," she then said playfully.

He exhaled a weak chuckle before pulling out his fingers, and he waited for her to stand up so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks.

She stopped him, "wait. I want you to take your blazer off." She said quietly.

He softened before reaching for the black fabric, sliding them off his shoulders before putting it aside. He then unbuckled his leather belt, and he could feel her eyes which made his eyes flickered to hers before lowering his zipper. 

His lips almost curled at the increasing lust in her eyes, before reaching his hand down in his briefs, and took his cock out which gently slapped against his abdomen due to how hard it was.

His eyes darkened at the increasing aroma of her arousal, "come here." He said huskily, eyeing her as she walked over to him.

She then put each of her knees beside his thighs as she straddled his knees, and he inhaled when she reached for his cock, encircling her fingers around his girth.

Her fingers could barely even touch, leaving an inch gap between her index finger and her thumb. "You're so..." she trailed off, struggling to find words to describe his cock.

He smirked, "I know."

Her eyes flickered to his, before rolling her eyes playfully.

He reached behind her, grabbing the curve of her buttocks with both of his hands before sliding her forward.

She lifted her hips slightly enough for his cock to be able to slide into her, and once she eased her hips down. He threw his head back at the warm feeling of her walls sliding down on his cock as she gasped above him.

He slid his hands to grip her hip and moved her upward before slamming into her as he pushed her hips back down.

"Fuck." She moaned, her hands gripping slightly on his hair at the base of his neck before sliding down to his shirt and started to unbutton the fabric.

Once she was done with her task, she raised her hips once again and slammed back down.

He jerked his hips sharply when she used her walls to clench down on his cock.

"Y/N," he warned her, not wanting to come too soon. He reached down with his hand before giving her a soft smack on one of her buttocks.

She jerked her hips in surprise before moaning.

"You like that too," he breathed, chuckling before giving her another one. She inhaled as more wetness leaked out of her once again. 

She looked down at him, and with a mischievous look in her depths, she clenched around his cock again.

She was on her back before she could make another movement on his cock with her vaginal walls, he was on his trouser-clad knees, her thighs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted into her harshly without hurting her.

She arched her back as he hovered over her, his lips barely grazed hers before he dragged his lips as he thrusted into her roughly. 

Their lips clashed once again when the force of his hips made her face level with his.

Her hair was wild as it spread around her face as he reached down to one of her legs, and moved her leg over his shoulder, making him sink into her deeper than he had before.

He grazed his lips on her calf, making her heart jump. He gave her a soft smirk. She slid her hands into his parted shirt before moving them onto his back, rubbing his skin slightly.

He let out a grunt when she dug her fingers on his back, which made him bury his face in the curve of her neck as he jerked his hips into her.

"Lenny." She moaned breathlessly, slightly arching her neck towards him.

He closed his eyes before leaning in towards the juncture of her neck. He then grazed her neck with his teeth.

Her fingers flexed against his back once more, and he could feel the upcoming pleasure. He then growled as he buried himself in her so deeply before he let the final pleasure wash over him; once he spilled into her, he buried his blunt teeth into her damp skin.

Her response was instantaneous, she arched her back and moaned so loudly as the final tempo of the song faded into the air.

Once they relaxed from the high, he withdrew his mouth from her neck before looking at her. "Y/N," he whispered, brushing her loose strands out of her face to look at her clearly.

She peered up at him with a satisfied smile, and heavily lidded eyes. "Lenny."

He gave her a lazy smile before craning his neck to give her a soft kiss.

[darlingsfandom]

stalker lenny miller x neighbour younger reader PLEASEE

You got it friend ✨

tw: stalking, stealing, he’s a creepy pervert!

not proofread.

“Hi Mr. Miller!” Rang in his ears making him turn around to see you standing there waving with your mail in your hand.

“Hi sweetheart, how are you?” He gave you a small smile. You walked across the yard in your little slippers since it was early morning.

“Pretty good! Love that we’re having colder morning again.” You smiled at him which made his heart skip a beat. “I wanted to give you your mail last night but you must’ve been asleep.” You had a few pieces of junk mail in your hand. Lenny’s job kept him busy and gone for days at a time so he had asked you to collect it for him.

“Thank you, I can always count on you!” He took the mail out of your hand making sure lightly brush his finger tips against your fingers. To say Lenny enjoyed you was an understatement. He watched you, everything you did he knew about it. Lenny had access to you 24/7 and you had no clue about.

“Do you want to come in for some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.” Lenny asked.

“That would be lovely.” He put out his arm for you to loop around. Once he had you inside he couldn’t help but think about how he could just keep you here, but he knew now was now the time. He helped you sit on the stool in front of the island in his kitchen.

“Sugar?” Lenny put a mug in front of you that looked similar to the one you had in your own kitchen. It was a simple red mug with black polka dots, what was even funnier is the fact that his mug had a chip in the handle just like yours!

“Yes please !” You put your hands in your lap as he poured the coffee for you. A small smile appeared on your lips before a quiet “thank you” left your lips. Lenny leaned on the opposite side of the island sipping his own coffee watching how you drank your coffee.

“So anything new ? How’s grandma doing over there? Better ?” Lenny asked.

“Eh nothing new. Grandma is grandma you know. We do our afternoon walks, she still does her bird watching from the porch but you won’t believe this… we went for the early bird special last week and she got flirty with another old man!” You giggled making Lenny laugh with you.

“Grandma still has it going on eh?” He laughed before the both of you made that face that said “ew” .

“Well at least one of us does.” You sighed into your coffee.

“Oh please, you’re beautiful Y/N, you could get anyone you wanted. You’re also smart, caring, funny and a very polite young lady.” Lenny spoke up making you stiffen as he moved closer with each word.

“Oh! Umm thank you… for everything , I gotta get going.” You jumped off your stool and quickly made your way back into your shared home with your grandma. Lenny watched carefully how you went back inside. He knew what he was doing. He didn’t care , he found it funny that you didn’t question why he had your coffee cup in his home, you didn’t notice that he had picked flowers out of your garden and put them in his kitchen.

That moment in the kitchen played in his head over and over as the days passed. You still smiled and waved at him when you crossed paths that you knew of. Lenny had taken some time off work to relax after his last mission with Anna or so he told his boss but it meant he could watch you more. He’d do normal things like take out his trash, check the mail, went for runs shortly after or shortly before you’d go on your walks, he’d even take up bird watching or so everyone thought! Why else would he have binoculars ?

It was the night you had just taken your grandma over to stay at her friends house because even in your eighties you still stay with your friends and to be fair she was just around the corner and Lenny caught out to this. He watched you pull into the driveway, lock the car and settle in for the night. He always thanked his lucky stars that his bedroom faced your bedroom window, well it was your grandmas storage room until you moved in with her to help her out seven months ago also known as when Lenny started stalking you.

You were mindlessly undressing in your room, tossing the dirty clothes into your hamper and walking into the bathroom to shower . Lenny had about twenty minutes to spare before you’d be done. He toyed with the idea for about thirty seconds before he was walking over to your home. The extra key was under the painted rock , of course he knew that! He let himself in quietly tip toeing along the carpet towards the stairs that for his sake were also carpeted , but he was still going to be smart about it.

The running water filled his ears when he passed your bedroom. He had to be quick , Lenny snuck into your bedroom and went straight for the hamper to steal another pair of your panties. He couldn’t take the ones you just had, that would be too obvious so he dug until he found an emerald colored pair and quickly ran off after making sure nothing else looked different. Once he was back downstairs Lenny took a deep inhale of your panties before he looked around your living room to see you had a magazine spread open , he arched an eyebrow and grabbed that too. It was a porn magazine but he didn’t care! It had your scent on it. The water had turned off and that was his signal to leave so he did, put the key back where it was and made his way back to his own house to his room and looked to see you standing there drying off completely clueless that he was just in there.

You finished drying off and turned to face to the window completely unaware that Lenny was watching you. You grabbed the lotion , put some in your hands and rubbed it slowly onto your tits which Lenny rubbed his dick through his pants watching you do your nighttime routine. He didn’t care that he watched you , stole your stuff or sent you some gifts. He sent you flowers at home and work, but the funny thing is… you never told him where you work just what you did! Lenny also sent little stuffed animals and he could tell you liked those because he seen them sitting on your dresser and what is even funnier is that he put a little bit of his cologne on the toys, so how you never made the connection ? You were as naive as he hoped.

Watching you day after day, week after week, month after month , Lenny was more than invested in you. He loved you. The gifts kept on coming, but he was careful not to send the same type of flowers or chocolates. He would watch from his kitchen window in the mornings to see you grab the paper from the porch and hoped you were in a tank top but it didn’t always happen.

“Mr. miller !” You waved at him with that same pretty smile he’s grown to love.

“Hello Y/N! How are you?” He asked throwing his trash into the trash can just like what were you doing.

“Good good, hey I know this is a long shot but have you seen anyone around ?”

“You’ll have to explain a little more my dear.” Lenny raised an eyebrow.

“Well you see I’ve been having these gifts dropped off on my porch and I just… I’m confused. There’s no notes or anything just a vase of pretty flowers!” You crossed your arms before looking at him with a sigh.

“I wish I had an answer for you dear but you know I’m not always home and when I do get home it’s pretty late, anyone crazy enough to deliver flowers that late.. “

“Yeah you’re right but it’s just strange because it’s always my favorite things like they’ve studied my brain or something.” A dry laugh left your lips .

“Maybe an ex lover ?” He shrugged .

“No no, haven’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend since high school! Hard to date these days.” You scratched your head before shrugging.

“Tell you what, I’ll keep my eyes open from now on and if I see anything I’ll tell you soon as I see it.” Lenny gave you smile that made you smile back before saying goodnight and heading back in. He had to run back in and double check the order for the newest gift he had.

His collection of you had grown full of your panties, magazines, only two coffee cups because those were too big to play off, some of your chapsticks, he even bought the same lotion you used on your boobs so he could have your scent on his hands at all times. You were his! But only he knew that and he liked it that way for now!

[darthannie]

day fifteen: daddy kink with lenny miller

pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader word count: 832 warnings: heavy use of 'daddy', use of 'baby', kinda dom!Lenny Miller, a/n: Yes, it’s your typical “omg did I just say that?!” BUT I don’t care I love that trope. Didn't go super deep into the dynamic but I definitely want to explore daddy kinks further.  Anyway, Lenny is just so boyfriend to me I want him so bad. kinktober masterlist

You wore red for him. It was the only lingerie you owned and didn’t hate. It covered and revealed all the right places. The lace and satin were soft on your skin. You wore the set underneath a t-shirt and shorts you usually wore to bed, trying to stay inconspicuous. He had sent you a text earlier telling you to expect him and around seven you heard a knock at the door. 

You skipped the pleasantries when you opened the door, pulling him into a kiss right as he stepped through the threshold. You were excited to see him. Your relationship stood in an awkward place. You knew where your footing was, but you weren’t sure about his. All of that faded away when he shut the door behind him, wrapping his arms around your waist, and returning your kiss with a fervor that said he missed you too. 

He pulled away before the moment could escalate. “I don’t have all that much time tonight, so we better make it count,” he said. You lifted the hem of your shirt and pulled down the waistband of your shorts, showing a bit of the red lace that lay underneath. “Then you better come catch me.” You chuckled as you ran off towards the bedroom, his steps following close behind. You bounced onto the bed and he crawled over you, kicking off his shoes as he did. You took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He quickly pulled them off as he kissed you, only breaking away to take off your shirt.

He took in the sight of the red fabric curving around your breasts and couldn’t wait to look at the entire ensemble. He pulled down your shorts and bit his lip upon seeing the red lace leaving nothing to the imagination. He decided to be playful and use his teeth to remove your panties. Once he pulled them down enough he opened your legs just wide enough for his head to fit between your legs. 

He licked your clit ever so lightly, only trying to make you shiver in anticipation. He slowly licked up and down your slit, making sure to indulge in the taste of you. His fingers teased your entrance and you moaned. He put one in, testing you, before he stuck in another. A switch flipped in his head, “no time” he thought. His fingers began moving quickly as he devoured you. He hit the right place every single time causing your body to convulse. “Oh, f-fuck daddy.” You drew out. 

He pulled back and halted his movements. “Daddy?”

You caught your breath. “Fuck, it… just came out. I didn’t mean to… I mean. Do you not like it?” You were a blubbering mess. You’d never meant to cross that boundary. 

“No, I like it. I just didn’t know if you would,” he smiled. “Call me that again.” He urged you.

“You want me to refer to you as-“

“Yes.” He looked serious. 

Flirtatiously, you responded, “Okay, daddy.”

He inserted his fingers again and began moving them. He watched as your chest raised and fell. His fingers moved faster. He broke the silence.“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, daddy. It’s yours,” you mewled.

He groaned, palming himself through his underwear. 

“You need daddy’s cock?”

“Yes, please.” You were desperate. “Please, please, please I need it, daddy!”

He smirked and took off his underwear, letting it fall to some unknown place. He stroked himself before positing himself at your wet entrance. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he started to fuck you, hard. Lenny usually liked to take things slow with you, but he couldn’t restrain himself. “Daddy, fuck, so good. You’re so good t-to me,” you moaned. His jaw clenched. All he could manage was a string of expletives leaving his mouth. 

“I want to look at you when you cum, all right? Eyes on me.”

“Yes, daddy.” Referring to him in such a way felt so natural, that you were surprised it hadn’t come out sooner. 

“I’m going to count down and you’re going to cum for me. Understood?”

“Yes.” You caught your mistake before he had a chance to correct you “Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He drew out the ‘good’, making your back arch. He started his countdown at ten. By five you were holding in your orgasm. When he finally got to one you crumbled down. You never broke eye contact with him, looking into his icy blue eyes as he came inside you. He kissed you as you came down from your high, pulling out and dragging you close to him as he lay on his side. You cuddled into him, closing your eyes as you nuzzled under his neck. He stroked your arm, feeling the warmth of your body radiate onto him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. 

“You did so good for me, baby.” He held you tighter and you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

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How About It, Agent Miller? | Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary: The year is 1988. The Cold War is well underway and tensions are slowly rising between the US and the Soviets. CIA Agent Miller isn’t threatened by the new young agent from the Soviet Union but she has a plan to get his attention, and to get even.

Warnings: Misogyny, violence, gun, kidnapping, restraints, dubious consent, noncon, smut, unprotected sex, edging, drugging.

word count: 4661k

Sympathy for the Devil- The Rolling Stones 🎶

Devils Haircut- Beck 🎵

You Know I’m No Good- Amy Winehouse 🎶

Movie: Anna (2019)

Please read warnings before continuing, thanks!

He thought this job was going to be simple, almost easy. She was working for East Germany, young, and new to her position; surely she wouldn’t be that difficult to eliminate. He’d been working for the CIA for nearly fifteen years at that point. He was one of the top agents and had orchestrated the downfall of many notable German and Soviet spies. To be fair, there had been that minor detail of receiving several severed heads from the KGB back in 1985 but that was all behind him now. They didn’t scare him now, and certainly, that twenty-something agent he’d heard so much about wasn’t about to make him lose sleep. In fact, he was looking forward to meeting her.

The girl in question was twenty-two and one of the deadliest spies to ever work for East Germany (the communist side). Y/N Y/L/N managed to slip past the CIA on multiple occasions, stealing out the backdoor or using false passports to get out of the country undetected. She’d made one mistake, however, and Agent Miller was quick to catch it. He rued the way she’d avoided detection for so long when it felt like it was all due simply to good luck. She didn’t seem especially smart or conniving, just pretty. It pissed him off. The mistake that Y/N had made was small, easy to look over, but Agent Miller was looking, and he found it.

Y/N tricked men around her to get information on the US. Once she’d get them alone, she drugged them, shot them, etc; anything to get them out of her way while she downloaded classified files from their computers. She had managed to steal these files before without leaving traces of her crime but low and behold, the last time she had removed the flash drive without ejecting it from the computer’s system. The computer held onto the flash drive's information and told Agent Miller exactly what the young woman was planning next. She’d been collecting information on nuclear weapons and international trade deals that the US was trying to keep hush hush. And for that reason, Agent Miller knew who she was going after next.

He straightened his striped blue tie and cleared his throat as he and his team crowded into the elevator. The men behind him carried larger guns and thick bulletproof vests, ready for whatever the girl threw at them. They’d followed her into a hotel in New York City, a place that felt too normal for the situation at hand. When the elevator doors opened with a soft whooshing noise, Agent Miller nodded his agents on, directing them to either side of the corridor. Quickly, they raided the hotel room belonging to the man they believed she had gone after that evening, but did not find her there. She was nowhere in the hotel. Agent Miller cursed beneath his breath and gritted his teeth. He knew his impatience was his worst quality and it only hurt him in these situations, but then again, the American government isn’t known for being very patient with communists…

Clenching and relaxing his jaw, Agent Miller went back down in the elevator with his men. They separated into groups in the lobby, each climbing back into the armored car sent by the CIA. Agent Miller waited behind, his cold eyes trained on the curb in front of the hotel. His car was separate from the others and would take him directly back to his office. A sharp wind ruffled his dark brown hair, displacing one strand into his face as his car pulled up to the curb. Agent Miller climbed into the dark backseat, the car door slamming closed beside him and a lock clicking into place. He looked up. The barrel of a pistol was pointed at his forehead. He froze.

“Hello, Agent Miller. Wie geht es Ihnen? I’m so glad we finally got a moment alone. I apologize for the circumstances but you know how the politics are these days… it’s so… toxic. Ja? Now, be a good boy and hand me the glock you have at your hip,” a young woman smiled on the seat beside him. She was wearing all black and blended in against the dark leather seats and tinted windows. Agent Miller frowned, his hands unmoving.

“That doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’re putting me at a disadvantage here.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself like that, Agent Miller. You and I both know what you’re capable of,” she chuckled mockingly but her sunglasses hid her true meaning. “Give me your gun, now.” Her voice was hard and cool like a porcelain plate, one of the perfect edges with a chip. Agent Miller raised his hand slowly and moved his jacket to the side, showing his holster. As soon as she had his gun in her hand she tapped the glass partition between them and the driver, signaling him to drive.

“Where are we going?” Agent Miller sighed calmly, leaning back against the seat. Y/N smiled, pleased at his temperament. It made things easier.

“One of my favorite places in New York City,” she answered with a smirk, a gun still trained at the man beside her though it had been lowered.

“And what kind of place could that be, god forbid?” Agent Miller asked rhetorically and looked over at the window beside him.

“The Plaza Hotel,” she answered slowly and shifted in her seat. Her pleated leather skirt shifted across her black stockings, showing more of her thigh, fleshy and round. Agent Miller noticed it and smirked, the comedy of the situation being too much for him to take seriously. The car stopped at the back of the hotel by the service entrance. Men exited out of the building and held a door open, waiting as Y/N escorted the CIA agent inside. Agent Miller followed her calmly as he searched for someone who could help him.

“No one’s here. It’s off-season,” she sighed lightly and pushed him into an elevator.

“It’s never off-season in New York,” Agent Miller raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Surprise, surprise.”

They took the elevator up to the top floor. Agent Miller’s hands began to sweat as he was led out of the elevator and around the corridor to a suite, separated from the others.

“You must get a good salary,” Agent Miller cracked as the woman jerked the gun towards the door of the suite. He kept his hands visible as he entered the room and looked around. The room was large and was actually made up of multiple rooms. In the center of the living room area, a chair had been left out.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Bitte.” She had a way of talking that sounded like a purr but it was clear to Agent Miller that her words were more threatening than they sounded. Still, it was hard to take her seriously. It was hard to believe that this woman was the deadliest spy in East Germany.

“Danke schön,” Agent Miller muttered, his American accent muddling the German.

"Kannst du Deutsch sprechen, Herr Miller?” Y/N pretended to sound surprised as she closed and bolted the lock. “I’m flattered, really,” she smiled and removed her long black coat. Slowly she placed the coat on a couch’s arm and pulled off the blonde wig on her head, revealing her dark hair beneath which fell into a messy bob around her shoulders, over her dark mauve blouse. Last she removed her sunglasses and folded them neatly on her coat. Then she met his eyes.

“Nein? Well, then it's good I’m so fluent in English. You would never tell by my accent. At least, you didn’t the last time we met.”

“We’ve met before?” Agent Miller asked and shifted in his chair.

“Oh yes.” She smiled and dimples deepened on her cheeks.

An image came back to him, one of a young woman dropping a stack of manuscripts in the lobby of a hotel where they had been investigating the last crime scene. She’d been wearing a long brown wig and tortoiseshell glasses. She even had brown contacts in her eyes to hide her true eye color. He’d stopped to help her collect the manuscripts.

Oh gosh, thank you so much. So sorry about that. My boss is going to kill me. Thank you! She’d blushed as he handed her the papers. He’d met her before. She’d shown herself to him just to play with him. He scowled.

“Now I feel even more at a disadvantage.”

“How? After all, you’re the big-shot CIA agent, due for a promotion any day now… and I’m just a little girl. I don’t need any real smarts, not when I can just use my good looks to get what I want. Right, Agent Miller?” Her voice darkened as she finished, flashing with resentment. “You could fight me right now. It’s just the two of us. I’m surprised you didn’t. You’ve had ample opportunities to but you blindly follow my orders. It’s not that you’re scared to hurt me, you aren’t that sexist.”

“I don’t see the point of fighting when you’ve put so much work into getting me alone. I assume you have something to say.” Agent Miller swallowed, his cool facade slipping slightly as the woman approached him slowly.

“Aw how chivalrous of you! Oh, but what if I told you that I was only interested in getting you alone so that I could finally get even with you.” Y/N twirled the gun around her pointer finger and shifted it to his chest. He stiffened.

“Get even?”

“Settle the score,” she offered with a shrug.

“I don’t think I follow,” Agent Miller frowned warily.

“Then let me explain,” Y/N purred and with quick movements, she removed a pair of handcuffs from the back of her skirt and closed them tightly around both of his wrists, tying his hands around the back of the heavy chair. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what she had done.

“The fuck…” he started but she cut him off quickly.

“You didn’t think I could outsmart you or get the upper hand… you thought you could so easily catch me. And what a good job you’ve done!” She crossed her arms across her chest and set the gun down, smiling. Agent Miller averted his gaze, staring at the upper corner of the room. He clenched his jaw and struggled against the handcuffs for a brief moment.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Agent Miller?”

“Figured what out?” He snapped impatiently.

“I've been planning this for months. Do you really think I accidentally removed my flashdrive wrong, coincidentally leaving you all of the information that i’ve gathered since starting my mission? You’ve really underestimated me,” she clucked her tongue and kicked off her high heels, standing barefoot in her pantyhose on the dark pink shag carpet.

“I knew you’d find the mistake, I wanted you to. You did everything you were supposed to do, good boy,” she carded her fingers through his dark hair. The soft warm lighting in the room brought out the freckles across his pale face. Just as he started to turn his eyes to hers, she yanked his hair back so that he was looking up at her. “But how did this special agent who graduated from MIT of all places, end up in this position?”

“Did you do all of this just to show me how smart you are?” Agent Miller growled as she continued to pull at his roots.

“Something like that,” she smiled again, “I get off when men think they’re smarter than I am. I like proving them wrong… and then killing them.”

“Is that your plan for tonight?” He tried to keep a level voice as the smell of her perfume wafted down to his nose. She shook her head slightly and chuckled.

“You’ve been trained to resist torture, so there won’t be much that I can get out of you that way. And anyway, there isn’t much that I don’t already know.” She released her grip on his hair and stepped back. Y/N moved to the bar cart, stocked with crystal jars of whiskey and bourbon.

“So what are you going to do to me?” Agent Miller raised an eyebrow as he watched her pour a small glass of whiskey. She turned slowly and approached him again, swirling the whiskey in her glass. She raised the glass to his lips and poured it gently into his mouth. He parted his lips for her, his eyes trained on her face.

“Whatever I want,” she whispered and pulled the glass from his lips. Agent Miller raised his eyebrow, swallowing.

“Won’t your government disapprove?” He scoffed and shifted in the seat, calming himself down. His body was starting to get hot and his collar got tighter.

“Shhh,” she shushed him, a finger pressed against her own lips. Y/N approached him again and trailed one manicured finger from his arm to his hand. He shivered beneath her touch and his heart began to race. He felt his pulse in his stomach as she carded her fingers through his hair again, softer this time. She placed one knee on the chair between his thighs, pressing against his crotch. She tipped his head back with the edge of her nail beneath his jaw and leaned in close, exhaling beside his jaw. Seeing an opportunity, Agent Miller tried to kick her, jutting his knee up because it wasn’t restrained. She stopped him quickly, forcing him back into the chair, not missing a beat. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on it. Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed but not harshly. His skin was warm beneath her hand and she smiled, her white teeth flashing.

She pressed her knee sharply into his thigh, holding his leg down, and slid it closer to the top of his crotch. She chuckled softly when she felt the outline of his cock inside his pants with the side of her thigh. Agent Miller’s body tensed below her, his hands folding into fists as he exhaled sharply.

“Aw does this hurt?” She cooed as she dug her knee further into the flesh of his thigh. His jaw tightened as she teased him. Moving closer, she rested both knees between his thighs, forcing them against the arms and pinning them in place. Suddenly she was so close and her thighs were pressing against his stomach…

How was it that he was getting an erection from this shit-show? How could she get this reaction out of him so fucking quickly? He tried to even out his breath as she shifted in the seat, her hands trailing up his chest to the knot of his tie.

“What did you drug me with?” Agent Miller muttered. Strands of her hair brushed against his cheeks.

“You don’t have to resist it, Agent Miller.” She ran her hands down his sides beneath his dark blue suit jacket. His body was full and firm, and warm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered against his forehead.

“What did you put in my drink…” he repeated, his voice wavering in strength as her hand moved down his stomach to the front of his pants. His erection was pronounced and visible, pushing against the fly of his trousers. She must have given him something, something to get this response. He wasn’t even that turned on. He sighed, frustrated and mad. He turned his head to the side, avoiding her soft lips.

“You think I have to drug you to get this kind of response? Silly boy,” she slid off of his lap and sat on the edge of the couch in front of him. She crossed her legs at first and allowed her eyes to trail up his body like a man would to a woman. Agent Miller stared back, his blue eyes hard. She giggled and reached up her skirt, hooking her hands under her pantyhose and pulled it down her thighs. She rolled the pantyhose slowly down her calves and slipped it off her feet. Despite his best efforts, Agent Miller watched her closely, studying the way she pushed the pantyhose to the side with her foot.

“I prefer genuine responses, it helps with my ego,” she broke the silence and watched with a sly smile as Agent Miller swallowed. With a sigh she stood and leaned over the CIA agent, her hands gripped around the arm rests. “Are you embarrassed? The high and mighty CIA agent succumbing so quickly to someone like me?” She teased him sharply, a glint of malice behind her bright eyes. “Tell me, Agent Miller. You’re thinking about me… you want me to touch you more. You want to see what I could do to you.”

Agent Miller cocked his head slightly and sighed, pretending to be disinterested. Y/N grabbed his face, her fingers digging into either side of his jaw. When she kissed him, he exhaled, almost relieved. He kissed her back, forgetting himself and liking the way she tasted, the way her lips felt in his mouth. She pulled his face closer to hers, still hovering above him. She kissed him feverishly and he followed blindly, distracted by the pleasure found in each movement her lips made against his. Then as quickly as it had started, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Some of her lipstick was smudged across his mouth but he couldn’t tell. He was breathing heavily, his lips pulled apart so that he could catch his breath. She took a few steps back and grabbed a file from a nearby table. She flipped it open and turned the pages until she landed on the right one. She held the folder open in one hand and with the other she began to unbutton her blouse from the top down.

Agent Miller felt his cock throb as he watched her shrug off the silky blouse and drape it over the arm of the couch. When she turned he could see her black t-shirt bra fitted perfectly against her breasts. Her collarbones rose and fell as she breathed and Agent Miller nearly groaned. She read aloud from the file as she moved back to the chair.

“My records tell me that the last number of confirmed nuclear weapons in the American arsenal was 27,000. It’s been half a decade since that information was released to the Soviet Union. What is that number now?” She straddled his lap slowly, smoothing out her skirt over their legs. Agent Miller moved his eyes from her breasts to her face, trying to keep his face straight as he felt the woman’s hand unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t tell you that,” he managed as she played with the zipper of his fly, her fingers dancing over the hard bulge.

“Has the number grown?” She offered and slid her hand below his waistband. Her hand grazed the patch of his pubic hair before she reached his cock. He shivered and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. “More?” She asked softly as she wrapped her fingers around his erection, it was hot and wet in her hand. He was so sensitive already that he groaned softly when she touched him. She squeezed him softly and freed the hard length from his pants. She rubbed her hand up and down. Agent Miller panted softly as she masturbated him. His eyes snapped open and he watched her, their eyes locked.

“Has the number changed?” She asked again softly as the agent clenched his jaw.

“I can’t tell you that,” He fought the words out as her hand sped up.

“Are there less? Has the US been involved in a trade agreement for its nuclear weapons?” She pushed, her hand moving faster.

“Fuck…” Agent Miller panted as her grip tightened around him. His cheeks deepened with color and his chest shook as his climax built. Just as he felt like he was about to cum, Y/N pulled her hand away and clucked her tongue.

“You’re going to make this very hard on yourself,” she observed and smiled as she watched him pant. He was completely erect beneath her skirt, resting against her bare thigh. They stared at each other as he caught his breath. She snapped the folder closed and tossed it to the side, sighing impatiently.

“Who has the US traded with in the past year?” She asked, her hands holding his thighs down.

“That is public information. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“I want you to tell me about the trade deals you haven’t made public,” she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “Which countries have illegal trade agreements with the US?” She added before kissing his neck, sucking on the soft flesh until she started to make hickeys. With her freehand she held his cock still as she lowered herself onto his head. She moved her hips slowly up and down and pulled away to look at his face. His adam's apple quivered in his throat as she moved on top of him.

“I-I can’t-fuck,” he gasped softly as she started to shift her hips over his lap, taking him deeper, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Come on, Agent Miller,” she whispered against his ear, “be a good boy for me,” she smirked. “Does it feel good? Is this harder than torture?” She teased him as her hips sped up, rocking back and forth. Agent Miller moaned softly as she held his face to face her. His mouth was agape in pleasure as she began to bounce slightly, falling hard on his cock. He grunted as she went faster, moaning theatrically against his lips which she refused to kiss.

“Do you want to cum, Agent Miller?” She whispered against his lips, her tongue touching his bottom lip with a flourish.

“Fuck…” he panted again.

“Can you cum for me?” She purred and Agent Miller nodded weakly, his eyes now closed. She smiled and pretended to pant, coaxing another deep moan from the man’s throat. “Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She asked, raising herself up and holding him inside her. He weakly tried to thrust but she held him down.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his brows furrowed in frustration.

She snapped her hips down, taking him in again and hugging his cock. He gasped as his stomach tightened. He was going to cum.

“Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She repeated sternly, not moving on his cock as the wave of climax started to dissipate again.

“I can’t fucking tell you that-fuck,” he growled when she moved her hips very slowly.

“But you can tell me, Agent Miller, and if you do, I’ll let you cum,” she stroked his cheek and kissed his jaw feverishly. “I want you to cum. Fuck, I want you to cum inside me too.” She whispered against his neck. When he resisted saying anything she pulled herself off and backed away towards the bed in the room beside them. Agent Miller watched her, his chest rising and falling quickly. Still watching him, she slid her leather skirt off, showing that she had no underwear on underneath. He felt like he might explode just by the sight of her.

“Jesus…” he groaned and let his head fall back against the back of the chair. He couldn’t help himself but look back as she undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. Standing completely naked, she laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows.

“If you won’t cum, I’ll just have to finish myself off,” she sighed and trailed her fingers up her thigh to her cunt, wet from sex. “It just never feels as good.” She rubbed her fingers over her clit over and over again until she felt an orgasm grow. She curled her toes and bit her lip, grinding against her own hand. Agent Miller knew that he could look away but the scene was just too much to ignore. He watched as she arched her back and twisted her hips, reacting to the sensitivity of her clit. Her eyes danced below her eyelids as she thought up fantasies to fuel her climax. Rubbing harder, she started to moan softly and quivered. Agent Miller pulled at the handcuffs, struggling to remain calm as he watched her touch herself. As her orgasm finally arrived, she collapsed back onto the mattress and caught her breath.

“Enough,” Agent Miller sneered from the chair, still erect and horny. “At least get me out of these so I can fuck you the right way.”

Y/N smiled and hopped off of the bed, her tits bouncing slightly as she did.

“You want to fuck me, Agent Miller?” She leaned close to his face again. He stared back at her, his jaw set.

“Let’s get it over with,” he answered nonchalantly and she tilted his jaw up but didn’t kiss him. She undid the handcuffs around his wrists and he sprang to his feet, grabbing at her body. He kissed her feverishly, lapping at her mouth with his tongue hungrily. She pushed off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he slipped off his shoes and pants. They didn’t have time to remove his shirt before he entered her. He took hold of her hips to pull her closer and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to his chest. She clawed her hands down his dress shirt, her knees high on either side of his waist. She moaned loudly and he studied the way she opened her mouth to do it, mesmerized by the way she reacted to him inside of her.

“Good boy,” she praised him when he sped up, hitting her G-spot. She reached her hand down between their bodies and rubbed at her clit, coaxing a stronger orgasm.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Agent Miller ordered, short of breath, “let me do it.” He massaged her clit himself, his large hands covering the front of her cunt. Her mouth fell open into a loud gasp as he synchronized his thrusts to the way he rubbed her clit.

“Fuck,” he exhaled tightly as he felt her flex around him.

“Keep going,” she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to her face, their mouths exchanging exhales, “fuck me right.”

He kissed her deeply as he moaned, the muscles in his back tightening beneath her nails. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came just thinking about it as he moved. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled as he chased their peaking climax. He was grunting now as she began to finish around him, shaking without much control. He moved his hands back to her hips and rocked himself deep inside of her as he brought on his orgasm. He came inside of her with loud grunts, thrusting until he’d finished completely. Only when he was done did he pull out and collapse beside her on the elegant duvet. He panted loudly, exhausted. They remained in silence until Y/N rolled over, putting her lips close to his ear.

“You know, I didn’t have to ask you all those questions. I already know the answers.” Her voice was serious and cold, Agent Miller eyed her.

“Then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see you tied down,” she answered calmly. He raised his eyebrow and scoffed just before the sting of a cold, sterilized needle pinched his neck. Then he quickly went to sleep.

When he awoke, he found himself alone in the hotel room. Everything had been returned to normal and the place scrubbed for fingerprints. And she was gone. She’d gotten away again.

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KINKTOBER DAY 18 - BODY WORSHIP WITH LENNY MILLER

Pairing.| Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary.| Lenny is skeptical over pursuing his neighbour, however that all changes when he drunkenly breaks into your apartment.

Warnings.| Dubcon, stalking, obsession, head f!receiving, p in v.

Word count.| 4.6k

Notes.| This idea came from a request from agessss ago about him stalking his neighbour.

1985, New York City. 

All it took was a coincidence of timing for CIA Agent Leonard Miller to believe that he had been pulled into an instantaneous love. The briefcase was locked in his iron hold as he strode down the hallway towards his apartment door. As he huffed out in time of his key entering the lock, the apartment door behind him creaked open. 

“Oh, hello Lenny!” a lovable voice appeared. 

Lenny looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes initially narrowed down and eyebrows furrowed. His waist twisted back as he stared you up and down. You were smiling widely at him, your medium sized handbag over your shoulder as you held your umbrella in preparation to fend off the typical NYC downfalls. Good-looking, you were, Lenny initially believed he had never seen you before, wrong, he had many times. But his mind was so slavish to his work that he didn’t even realize the small encounters you’ve made before. 

“Hello-uh…” he trailed, chuckling awkwardly afterwards as he didn’t recall your name.

You giggled and reminded him of your name. That’s right, he thought, how could he forget such a sweet name like yours?   

“Great timing actually! I have something for you, just wait one minute!” you exclaimed happily. Without giving him a chance to answer, you placed your bag and umbrella by the door before disappearing into your apartment. 

Lenny cleared his throat, his head tilted in confusion as he awkwardly waited for you to return. When you did, you held a lemon meringue pie in your hands. Those dark brows of his scrunched as he examined the pie, was it poisoned? 

“What’s this for?” Lenny laughed softly, a heavy tone of awkwardness. 

“Ah I’m a pastry chef so I’m practically always in the kitchen. And you, well- you always just look so exhausted most days… A little sweetness never hurt nobody” you explained with a gentle shrug of your shoulders. 

It wasn’t necessary the words you said. It was the genuine smile that graced your lips. Lenny swore for a split second he saw the light beam behind you and heard the harmonious melody of the harp. But you were so much younger. Perhaps that’s what got his sensations to spark up, an irregular rush to feel young again. As his heartbeat increased and trousers seemed to shrink around his crotch, Lenny crossed his legs. 

“Why thank you, I’ll be sure to have a slice when I get in…” Lenny commented before he quickly opened his door and slid his briefcase inside. 

As he took the pie from you, your fingers brushed against each other and he wondered if you noticed his breath hitch. Both of your eyes snapped to one another and Lenny tried to search for the likewise connection. Was that lust in your orbs? Could you see the desire in his? The situation felt like the build up to a first kiss scene, unknowingly, his head inched closer to you. 

But you dumbfounded him when you suddenly farewelled him and quickly disappeared around the corner. Lenny stared down the hall momentarily, his mind blank yet sensations alive, he looked back down at the pie and smiled. 

Personally, Lenny didn’t have many sweet cravings, only in the form of wine usually. But as he examined the pie on his kitchen bench, contemplating the likelihood of it indeed being poisoned simultaneously to rubbing his hard bulge. He said fuck it and cut him a slice. 

The mixture between the creamy goodness and tangy sweetness melted in his mouth. The sour meets sweet cloud hugged his taste buds as his eyes rolled back, a soft moan escaping his lips. The slice disappeared from the plate in fewer mouthfuls than average. As he licked his fingers clean, his moans grew heavier as he felt his cock twitch in a cry out of restrained agony.

Now, he wasn’t sure if it was the pie or you, but he craved a desperate urge of release. Feeling far too needy to call someone over, Lenny rubbed his growing bulge with one hand and had the other pressed against the edge of the bench. Quickly, Lenny found himself moaning your name as he stared at the rest of the pie. His hand ended up pumping around his throbbing cock as he felt his climax break free. 

Lenny smiled gleefully to himself whilst recovering from his unexpected euphoric masturbation. As he ate another slice, he reflected on his actions. Heavily thinking on how on earth he hadn’t properly noticed you before. How he could hardly look you in the eye, especially since he had never seen a cuter face than yours. Lenny hurried off to the bathroom, he needed a cold shower quickly. 

-

For weeks, actually months, you baked him sweet goodness’ and he thanked you kindly. Lenny however believed his sudden sweet tooth was created by how sweet you looked, instead of the actual taste. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, he thought that he had put on a couple of pounds from your baked goods. 

Lenny didn’t actually know why he never asked you out on a date. You certainly seemed keen enough for him, so badly that he had to book a hotel room for his little love affairs to protect you from seeing her walk out the door. 

Since his job was so demanding, he hated the idea that you’d be stuck with him or it’d scare you away. Perhaps because a CIA agent dating somebody with such a simple life just felt so taboo. You were a pastry chef for crying out loud, how was that supposed to work? But either way, Lenny grew to be obsessed with you. It left a distasteful texture in his mouth, his blue orbs always visualized you like a movie on repeat. Despite his arrogant mindset, you were a charming distraction that he didn’t realize he needed. 

Currently, you were lounging in Lenny’s apartment, sitting opposite each other on different lounge chairs as you made small talk, his wine glass swirled the velvet red substance as his eyes cautiously lingered over your perfect curves. The upbeat jazz music played on his player, your head gently bobbed to the rhythm. This was a newly common occurrence, he’d invite you inside and you’d share a bottle of wine. But it never exceeded the line, despite how horrendously the animal inside of him wanted to devour you. 

He had easily created a facade which you so typically fell for. He worked in insurance. The evidence of you never addressing any romance interests in your life confirmed his suspicions. You wanted him, bad. The clock was ticking for one of you to crack. 

“It feels so typical for you to like jazz music” you commented with a chuckle, your cheeks a sweet shade of red from the wine. 

Lenny snorted and straightened his back. “Really, how come?” he inquired, his interest sparked, voice deep and legs crossed over. 

“All people your age like jazz” you hummed before taking a slow sip. 

“My age, don’t make me sound so old” Lenny scoffed, but the grin on his lips was unhideable. 

The wine made your tongue slippery. “I like it” you said softly. Quiet enough for him to wonder if he heard you right, but by the dark shade of red painting your skin, his suspicions became confirmed. 

As your body turned stiff as stone, Lenny felt his heartbeat rise. The music changed to a much slower, highly romantic song. Lenny huffed out and set his glass on the coffee table. “Come on, let’s dance” he exhaled, gesturing his fingers in as he stood up. 

Reluctantly, you listened and stood up. Lenny took you in his arms and he swore your body had turned into jelly. It felt matchless, the way your body molded into his. With your hips swaying together, Lenny pressed his head against yours. His nostrils pulsated as he kept his eyes closed, the music felt like the two of you were on a cloud.

Lenny exhaled, his head inched back enough to look at the way you batted your lashes to him. You were giving all of the signs. The gentle touch of your hands was designed to tease him, tempt him. Those wide innocent eyes were drowning in desire and lust. Practically every sentence that formed out of your mouth was coated in flirtation. Lenny was almost certain you’d drop straight to your knees if he asked you to, no context required. It went unnoticed by him of how firmly he gripped onto your hips. 

“Fuck” he whispered as he noticed his erection pressed against your stomach and you gulped like you had been caught out. 

Suddenly, he crashed his lips against yours - which was already wide open - and his firm hands ran over your body. Quickly, you ended up on the couch, pinned underneath him. Every inch of your bare skin became coated in his salvia, he was determined to mark every section of you as his. As his hips rocked against yours, you moaned gently, your hands tangled in his coarse brunette hair. 

“I like you so much Lenny” you moaned, your voice suffocated by pleasure. 

The reality crashed over him like the explosion of a water balloon. Lenny’s body turned stiff and cold as he regretted doing this. He couldn’t help thinking that he was using you, taking advantage of your sweetness and naivety. His head slowly raised to see you awkwardly stare at him. 

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t be doing this” Lenny admitted. 

Your eyes turned glossy and he felt his heart ache. “Yeah, you’re right” you gulped down the ball in your throat. With the both of you sitting upright, you remained silent momentarily before you stood up and headed to the door. He heard you sniffle and watched your hands reach for your face. 

“Stay to finish the wine” Lenny pleaded, but you brushed off his offer and quickly left. 

Immediately regretting his decision, Lenny kicked the leg of the coffee table, the wine splattered everywhere. But he didn’t care, he stormed off to his room and tugged at his roots. 

If he wasn’t already in a relationship with his job, he’d pursue you. You didn’t deserve to be involved with casual sex. The baggage of his lifestyle felt too heavy for you to carry, because you were just so sweet, kind, wholeheartedly genuine. But then you were also a fucking minx, sexy, flirtatous. Maybe you’d be keen for it, keen for him. 

The age gap became a massive turn on for him. Somebody that he could always look after. A person that he could care for. You’d always be dependent on him, surely right? He’d be the breadwinner clearly and you’d just be, well, grateful to be protected by him. You’d stay home and make dinner, never ruling out the serving of dessert. Maybe one day he’d be able to find a way to have it all work out.

-

Even though you both swore on no awkwardness, the tension arose regardless. It felt like a tease when he invited you over for another glass of wine, expectedly yet hurtfully you said no. 

In his free time, which he seemed to be getting much more of, Lenny found himself watching your every move. Working in his profession does certainly have its benefits. All he had to do was flash his badge to the landlord to get him to open up your front door. Lenny demanded he had a key made for himself, no questions asked. It was quick and easy to set up a couple of cameras in your apartment. There was nothing wrong with it, he told himself over and over again. It was all for your safety. 

Your apartment was exactly how he believed it would be, neat, homey and comforting. There was never an off smell or stain on the floor. Sometimes your dishes were still in the sink and the batter stuck to the mixing bowl called his name. Lenny would close his eyes and swipe at the batter, he’d hum to himself and wonder how similar your raw creations tasted in comparison to you. 

When he was alone in your apartment, he imagined a different life. One that quickly turned into a fantasy. He’d lay on the cream lounge chair and picture you standing behind him, massaging his scalp as he watched the television or read a book. Or you’d be sitting on his lap as you gently made out with one another, the heavy NYC downfall of rain sounding rather romantic given the situation. Then of course there’s the torturous dream of you bouncing on his dick, the both of you laughing at how awkward the furniture makes your movements. 

It has been a horrible start to the week, nine agents gone within a snap, under his watch. His skin still lightly trembled from the horrific sight that flashed through his mind. When he returned to his empty, cold apartment, Lenny found himself leaving again quickly, directing himself straight to the closest bar. Whisky on the rocks, followed by another. Then the heavy taste was washed down with a sidecar. 

The imagery just continued to flash over his blue orbs. No matter how many drinks he drank. The guilt was heavy on his shoulders. Not to mention the way it mixed with the embarrassment to the situation. How on earth was he supposed to redeem himself from this one? Lenny wanted to kill that fucker himself. 

When the car sounds boomed and lights stung at Lenny's eyes, he slipped into the complex building and leant against the elevator wall. He just wanted to crawl into bed and stay asleep for days. His hand searched for his key in his pocket and he pressed his forehead against the wood as he unlocked the door. 

As Lenny stumbled inside and closed the door rather loudly, he moaned out softly at the sweet smell of chocolate. His eyes almost rolled back at the scent, he didn’t realize he lit a candle before he left. As he entered the lounge and tilted his head at the cream lounge chair which felt extremely out of place, your voice made him jump. 

“Lenny?” you called timidly, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Fuck honey-What? What are you…” Lenny stood dumbfounded, his hands on his hips as he tried to think. “How did you get into my apartment?” He slurred slightly, his brow cocked as he analyzed your horrified expression. 

“You’re in mine…” you squeaked. 

Lenny spun around the room, everything definitely didn’t belong to him. But the drunken state of him refused to believe he had somehow managed to end up in your apartment by mistake. Yes, he was drunk, but he wasn’t wasted. The idea that his soul was drawn to you made his heart flutter, did he need you that badly in his life? Was Lenny that desperate for comfort and assurance behind his stern demeanor? 

“Lenny? How did you get in?” you dared to ask. 

“The key, silly girl” Lenny snorted with a heavy laugh as he dangled the key in the air. 

Within a blink of his heavy eyes, you dashed out of the kitchen. Lenny’s eyes widened through a wave of anger, confusion and fear. 

“Help!” you shrieked out as you fled towards the front door. 

Lenny was hot on your tail, as you reached the door, you cried out as he body smacked against you from behind. Like there was a magnetized pull to it, his hand clamped over your mouth, despite how badly you twisted and turned yourself, you were unable to free yourself from his bear-like hold.

“Shush… Shush… It’s okay, you’re okay! Don’t be scared! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you sweetheart” Lenny apologized frantically, his body shook through the overstimulation of emotions. “It was accidental, I swear” he assured. 

Eventually, your body stilled enough for Lenny to trust you. His hand retreated from your mouth, fingers trailed over your trembling lips. 

“How do you have a key to my apartment?” you whimpered.

“Had one made… Just had to make sure you weren’t a spy is all” he explained casually, his forehead rubbed against the back of your head as if to comfort you. 

“What?” you mumbled. 

“Look, I lied to you. I work for the CIA…” Lenny admitted through a heavy sigh. 

He smiled gently to himself, a massive weight lifted off of his shoulders. 

“Lenny… Please get out, I won’t say anything to anyone” you peeped out. 

Lenny stilled momentarily, then he forced your head to look back at him. His soft eyes were narrow, clearly offended by your response. 

“Now, why do you have to say it that way?” Lenny hissed slightly, his jaw clenched and eye twitched. But his head turned back to the sweet smell of chocolate. “You cooking something baby?” he asked, his tone shifting to a much more relaxed state. 

“Just a cake for my friend’s birthday tomorrow” you whined. 

“It smells really good” he complimented, gradually pulling you back into the kitchen. “Can I have a slice?” he asked before placing a soft kiss on your heated cheek. As if it wasn’t a question already decided. You choked on your hum whilst he led you back into the kitchen. Lenny gave you a gentle push towards the oven as he headed straight to your small wine collection. 

“Still got that port wine?” Lenny inquired. 

Your head shot back to him, brows frowned and heartbeat pounded against your bones. It was easy to guess that he had been inside your apartment more times than one. 

“Yep” you forced out your response. 

Shifting your focus to the cake, you cursed to yourself at the coincidence of the timer buzzing off. His stare felt like a hawk, you were a tiny mouse awaiting for his swoop. As the cake clanked onto the board, you exhaled heavily and ran your hand through your hair anxiously. Lenny casually poured yourself both a glass of port. 

“It needs to cool…” you stated as you felt his presence linger up behind you. 

“That’s alright, we’ll pass the time” Lenny whispered as he held out the glass to you. 

Eagerly, you took the glass and managed to slip free of his guard. As you took a few steps away, you kept your back to him and sculled down the port. The glass clinked onto the marble bench and you planted your hands on the edge as you sniffled. Lenny sighed, placing the glass down also and took a step towards you. 

“Come here sweetheart” he purred. 

Your body swayed back and gently crashed into his chest. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as if he was skeptical you’d try to run away from him again. Lovingly, he nuzzled his nose around your ear, as he gently breathed in your scent. Lenny reeked of alcohol, yet his scent was still so sweet. 

“Can I be honest?” Lenny asked. 

“Yes?” you mumbled, your throat feeling tight as you felt his erection poke against your ass. 

“You’re so gorgeous” he exhaled, his voice raspy as he kissed your cheek. 

“You’re handsome too” you murmured shyly as you turned your head to the side to free your skin from his lips. Lenny huffed lightly and pulled you closer to him. 

“So you’re not upset with me?” he asked much more sternly now. It felt like you were in an interrogation room.

“Of course not” you forced out as you tried your best to keep your voice calm. There was only a little squeak in your sentence. Slowly, he turned your body around so he could look you in the eye. 

“I don’t want to ruin things…” Lenny admitted, his chest heavily with anxious thoughts.

“Yeah, me neither. Maybe it’s best if we just-” 

You’re cut off by Lenny crashing his lips against yours. You moaned into his mouth as he stumbled the two of you out of the kitchen. Instinctively, your arms wrapped around him in fear you’d trip over. With his urges being too overstimulated in want of devouring you, his hands roughly ran over your body, his tongue swirled over your lips and around the insides of your mouth. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you taste so devine” Lenny groaned out, his tongue ran around his lips.

There was no time for the bedroom, Lenny needed you now, he forced you onto the wooden flooring. You whimpered out as he yanked down your thin pajama shorts, he grunted out as the smooth texture of your thighs. Like clothes in the wind, your legs squirmed around until he straddled you, he held your wrists down above your head and flashed you a look of warning. Slowly, most likely to either tease or torment you, his hand pulled up your white top, your breasts popped out, hard nipples poorly hidden from your bralette. 

When he threw your top across the room, his hands grabbed your breasts. You moaned out in shock of the pleasure that sparked underneath your skin, his hands were much smoother than before, he massaged your tits in circular motions. 

“Oh, Lenny” you moaned out, your hips rotating around on the hard flooring. 

“So good for me honey, such a good girl” Lenny praised through a grunt as he ripped your cheap fabric in half from the middle. 

You gasped out in horror and impulsively tried to cover your bare skin. But Lenny smacked your hands away and tutted at you, your hands fell back to the side of you. His thumbs rolled over your erect nipples, he was mumbling to himself a lot, a crazed look in his eyes accompanied by his clenched jaw. 

Then, he started to compliment how fucking perfect your breasts were. Continued on with how he’d happily throw away all of his pillows and spend the rest of his days resting his head on your soft chest. Afterwards, he praised the smoothness of your skin, how it was a flawless tone gracefully painted with your small marks which you always felt insecure about. Your eyes were fluttering back with his kind words, mind turned completely blank of the circumstances you were in. 

Lenny’s hips lowered down your body, he made sure to kiss as much of your body in the process, his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties and he looked up to you, as if he was a beast asking for permission. Gently and thoughtlessly, you nodded your head, you could feel the pool of arousal swish around. He yanked your panties off and deeply moaned at the pretty sight of your gushing pussy.

His knees slid back on the floor, ass completely poking up with his upper body pressed on the ground, your legs got moved onto his shoulders as he admired your entrance. It was calling his name, desperately begging him to pleasure it. Eagerly, his lips attacked your folds, you yelped out, your legs twisted around his neck as your hips lifted off the cold floor. 

His tongue game almost felt illegal. This was the pleasure maker you’d pay thousands to experience. As his tongue lapped up your sweetness, your moans were music to his ears. He mumbled against you, eyes squeezed shut as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, he was almost certain he’d cum prematurely, not that he’d even complain. 

“Fuck baby, this is everything I need… You don’t understand how fucked my life is!” Lenny exclaimed, his eyes rolled back. 

“M’sorry!” you apologized frantically, your face sweated and beet red. 

“Don’t be silly, you’re making everything better… Such a perfect fucking cunt, you taste so fucking devine honey” Lenny rasped. 

With the volume of your moans rapidly increasing, you didn’t need to address how close you were. You were stammering out, legs twitching at the sensation. Lenny’s hands reached up to your breasts and went back to rolling circular motions around your nipples. As you reached the point of pure orgasmic bliss, your visions blurred, neck craned, back arched and climax exploded like a first wave of a tsunami out of your core. You screamed out, spitting out complete gibberish as yanked at the roots of his hair. Lenny moaned into your mouth as he somehow managed to catch every drop into his mouth. 

His words of praise were muffled, but it managed to widen your blissful smile. Lenny raised his upper body, kissing the skin on your calves as his eyes were glued onto the beauty of your post orgasm state. Your legs remained over his shoulder, your rear lifted from the ground as Lenny moved closer to you. Swiftly, he freed his throbbing member, it smacked against your inner thigh as Lenny leant down to kiss you passionately. 

“I’ll take you out on a fucking date, does next Thursday work for you? We’ll have dinner” Lenny decided with a nod as he lined up his tip to your sensitive entrance. 

“Yeah- sounds good Lenny” you murmured out, not paying even attention to what he was actually asking you. 

“Good, I can stay the night though, yeah?” he asked whilst he pushed in the first inch. 

You gasped out at the expansion of your walls, you hadn’t seen his size but you could already tell he was larger than most. “Of course Lenny” you gulped. 

“Mhm, my favorite girl..” Lenny praised, his teeth nibbled at your lower lip. 

As his cock parted your throbbing walls, you moaned into his mouth. Lenny praised how well you were taking him, how perfect your cunt wrapped around his cock, how intoxicating you felt. Without any notice, his hips pounded in and out of you in an animalistic way. You mewled, whined, moaned and stammered into his open mouth.  Within a perfect rhythm, your walls squeezed him in a plea to be coated by his semen. As your second orgasm rapidly rose, your mind turned to mush as you acted like bitch begging to be rutted into. 

“I can’t last any longer” Lenny admitted shamelessly, his motions becoming much more sloppier than prior. “Come on, finish with me, let me mark you properly” he encouraged, already knowing you were sitting on the edge as well. 

Your head nodded frantically, then only a couple of seconds after, you cried out again in ecstasy, your mouth pressed against the side of his. Lenny followed directly after, his cock pushed as deeply as your tight walls would allow him to, he grunted out loudly as he muttered curse words. 

“Oh- Uh- I love you Lenny!” you spat out mid orgasm. 

You weren’t sure if it was true, or just a spur in the moment. The stimulation was a thunderstorm in your mind, you couldn’t pick out a single straight thought. Lenny smiled widely and kissed you sensually. 

“I love you too honey, so fucking much. All mine now, okay? Just my girl” Lenny assured, your damp head trapped between his hands. 

As your orgasm lingered into oblivion, the reality laid heavy on you. You blinked slowly, gulped down the thick ball in your throat and awkwardly turned your head to the side as Lenny buried his face into the crook of your neck. Neither of you were sure how long you laid there for, but as his cock eventually turned soft, he slowly pulled himself out and examined your mixed fluids dripping onto the floorboards. Lenny gave you one last praise of how fucking perfect you were, a obsessed look painted on his face. 

“Think the cake has cooled down by now?” Lenny asked casually, a neutral expression locked on.