#boss!duncan shepherd x reader

[eclipsedpascal]

Lavender Bruises

Older!Duncan x Female reader

A meeting with you and your father’s company’s buyers, leads to the shocking realisation that you had unknowingly slept with it’s new owner, Duncan Shepherd, just the night before. You needed to hide this sinful secret from your father, which left you stuck between wanting to make him proud and the unsatisfied craving you couldn’t ignore for Duncan to claim you as his personal toy. But you could manage both. Right?

Warnings: mentions of work (ew), alcohol, one night stands, large age gap, daddy kink, size kink, unprotected sex, public sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), intercourse, spit kink, slapping, spanking, hickeys, bruising, degrading/teasing, mouth fucking with fingers? is that a thing?, hair pulling and a ring kink ig:)

Notes: I've been writing this for fkn MONTHS now bcs I kept loosing inspiration, so this is actually the first thing I ever properly wrote! it's kinda complicated ig? idk like the parts in bold are a time skip to the night before and the fic goes in-between the meeting the reader is at and the previous night, meaning there’s two separate smut scenes so!!! but yeah i'm a whore lmao. Also ik hickeys don’t show up the same on certain skin tones and i’m sorry for that. i tried my best to be as inclusive as possible nd didn’t mention anything to do with the skin tone. Also!! if you're interested, I was listening to Cherry lips by garbage most the time I was writing this nd I feel like it fits it pretty well😌

Word count: 8.4k

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Going over the logistics of a content deal with the conglomerate that had recently bought your fathers newspaper wasn't the most preferable way for you to spend your lunch, but unfortunately it was necessary.

You know how these “lunches” go; business meetings disguised as casual discussions. They’re exactly the same if taken place in a conference room. Disagreeing and having to come to compromises you’d rather not, with the only differences being there's more chatter and cluttered noise of dinnerware coming from the restaurant around you.

You much preferred being in the office for these kind of things, but it was at the request of the new owners that you meet here, meaning you didn’t really have choice.

As you arrived at the restaurant you saw your father inside, waiting for your arrival just past the main entrances oversized, glass doors. You were almost 10 minutes late now and you knew he would be pissed. Honestly, you couldn't blame him.

Having to rush through a traffic riddled DC to get home at 10 in the morning because you had spent the previous night in a strangers hotel bed wasn't your proudest moment. Was it worth it? Yes, but it didn’t exactly leave you with much time to prepare for the lunch only two hours later.

You payed the driver and stepped out of the cab onto the drowning, wet sidewalk, desperately trying to shield yourself from the relentless rain that had been pouring down on the city all morning.

Looking up at the grand building on front of you, you could tell the place was going to be expensive. The entrances steps were 12ft wide and made of a pearly white marble that was now soaked with cascading rain water, making them even harder for you to run up in your heels as you tried escape the cold.

“Y/N, where have you been? You're 10 minutes late and these people don't like to be kept waiting." The people your father was referring to? the owners of Gardner Analytics. they had bought what seemed like hundreds of press company's over the past few years, especially those in the DC area. Their most recent purchase being the Washington herald, of which your father was the Editor-in-chief. You had been working there for a few months as your fathers assistant and helping out at these meetings had become routine.

“I'm so so sorry, my alarm didn't wake me and I-“

"It's fine" He interrupted "It's fine, just please tell me you have the documents I asked you to bring?" You could tell he was stressed out from the way his voice was wavering and how often he was stumbling over his words, so instead of trying to explain yourself any further you stayed quiet and did your best to take in as much of the information he was relaying onto you as you possibly could.

As he led you through the dinning room he explained to you who else was there, telling you that the others from the herald who were attending the lunch had already began talks with Gardener Analytics at the table ten minutes prior.

The closer you got to the table the more your fathers voice faltered, trying to round off the conversation so he could properly introduce himself when the time came. "Now Bill Shepherd had to cancel last minute, said it was something to do with his health unfortunately. But not to worry! I've spoken with him over the phone and he's informed me his nephew is filling in for him, okay?”

Before you even had a chance to reply he turned from you, reaching over the table to shake hands with a man you recognised as Seth Grayson; their director of communications, and an older woman who you assumed was Annette Shepherd. She and her brother Bill were the owner's of Gardner Analytics and your father had said it was important he got on their good side.

As your father greeted the others, you began retrieving the documents out of your bag, knowing they would be needed by Seth right away.

"..So sorry for the delay Mr Shepherd, you know how DC traffic can be" Your father chuckled slightly as he shook the man’s hand, making some light small talk. Mr Shepherd? that must be bill’s nephew, you thought.

You felt even more unprepared now; you didn’t even know the man’s name.

"This is my daughter and assistant, Y/N" Upon hearing your father introduce you to the mystery Shepherd, you slotted the documents under one arm and reached out to shake his hand with your other.

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Shepherd" But as you shifted your gaze up to his own, you realised that there was no need for introductions.

He smiled gently, a kind of smug delight obvious in his eyes as he looked you up and down, taking you all in. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/L/N"

He released your hand from his grasp, moving to clasp his own behind his back. “But please, call me Duncan.”

Duncan fucking Shepherd. how could you be so oblivious? The two of you had spent hours together last night. How hadn't you figured out who he was? As panic ripped through you like a wildfire, you wondered if Duncan was feeling the same way; but from the look on his face, he was enjoying this.

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11:34pm previous night

It was getting pretty late now, and meeting someone who could fuck the stress out of you was becoming less and less likely by the minute. so deciding to finish your drink and leave, you took in the room one last time; making sure you hadn’t missed anyone interesting.

The fluorescent red and blue lighting of the expensive hotel bar was just bright enough for you to spot an older man you hadn’t noticed before. He must have been at least 40. He was sat in a booth with five or six others, all drinking, laughing and joking, yet he was staring at you.

Taking the seat next to you, he called out to the bartender. “Bourbon. Neat.”

You'd been waiting for him to come over ever since you saw him. It had been 20 minutes or so of quick glances and smiles to each other before the group of men he had been with dissipated. You had heard one of the men he was with refer to him as ‘Duncan’ when he had said his goodbyes, but other than that all you could assume about the man was that he was rich; judging by the all black LV suit he was wearing.

"Can I buy you a drink?” Turning to face at him when you heard him speak, you were practically stupefied by how attractive he was. His hair was full of shiny grey streaks that aged him. His stubble complimented his cheekbones perfectly and the speckles of grey throughout it helped bring out the brightness of his piercing blue eyes. His lips were full, and you couldn't help but notice how soft they looked.

“Vodka and coke” You smiled, trying your best to be confidant, but they way he was looking at you was giving you butterfly's you couldn’t swat away.

“I.D?” The bartender asked. You grabbed it out of your purse, proving your age to the bartender before watching him walk away to make your drink.

There was a brief silence before the man spoke again. “I hope my staring didn’t bother you, I just couldn’t take my eyes off you.” His flattery almost made you blush, but he wasn’t going to get you with a line that bad.

“Didn’t bother me at all, though i’m sure your friends there must have been envious” You chose to ignore his cheesy line, knowing that as much as you wanted him to take you there and then, you would much prefer making him work for it.

He chuckled slightly, knowing the game you had chosen to play. he looked away from you and down into his glass before taking a swig of the golden-brown liquor that occupied it. “Well I’m known to be quite a busy man, so I’m sure they understood.” He turned to face you slightly, waiting for some kind of reaction from you.

“Busy enough of a man to be drinking on a Tuesday night?” You questioned him teasingly, Ignoring that you yourself had the most important meeting of your young career in just over twelve hours.

“Is that really such a surprise? Most times being so busy is the main reason for drinking” He joked with you as he flirted, making it hard for you to keep eye contact without going red at the thought of such a beautiful man seeking your attention.

Duncan could see how nervous you were under the confident demeanour you had put on, I mean you were practically screaming it out to him at this point. The way you were fidgeting with the chain of your silver earring as you leaned against the bar and the fact you couldn’t even look at him for longer than 3 seconds without blushing was evidence enough for him.

“Well, that’s true.” You giggled a little as you spoke in your anxious state.

Taking a hold of your drink, you wrapped your lips around the paper straw and moved your gaze over to the bartender who was now serving someone a few seats down, attempting to distract and ground yourself from the situation at hand.

You were gripped back into reality quickly when you heard him speak again.

“There’s no need to be so nervous, I’m not going to eat you.” You found his use of the phrase quite ironic, being that’s exactly how it seemed. His eyes were piercing into you in an almost questioning manner, but when he gazed over your body, taking in your satin, black slip dress covered curves, the swipe of his tongue against his plump bottom lip gave you a very different impression; an impression he wanted to devour you. It was as if he thought you were that sweet snack he had been craving all week.

“No? That's a shame” You faked a frown, pouting as you moved to rest your chin on your hand.

“Well I think we should at least be aware of each others names before making such wild propositions, don’t you…?” His smirk never seemed to leave his face as he spoke.

He was good at this game, better than you at least. Of course It was obvious he was going to have had more experience with his age and all, but the way he was charming you so easily with just plain old conversation and confidence was getting harder and harder to match.

“Y/N, my name’s Y/N.” You batted your eyelashes at him a little, for some reason feeling smaller upon revealing your name to him. You felt as if you had lost the upper hand in the conversation suddenly.

“Hm, Y/N. That’s beautiful.” You rolled your eyes. Of course it is. Thats what they all say. You thought.

“Aren't you going to ask mine?” His ego now showing, you decided to make a bolder move.

“You rather fancy yourself, don’t you, Duncan?”

He finished his drink and moved closer to you. “Oh, so you already know my name?”

He was close enough to you now that you could make out the many beauty marks which decorated his cheekbones and hear the rasp of his voice even better than before. It was thick as honey and just as sweet too.

“I heard your friend call you it.” You quickly replied.

He scoffed a little, finding amusement in what he was about to say. He brought his face down closer to yours and began to run his fingers through your hair. “Hm, well he’s an old friend sweetheart. Most people would call me Mr Shepherd.”

You felt yourself grow hot, Duncans words casting a haze of complete lust over your mind.

You did your best to stay confidant, doing everything you could to ensure you didn't loose this game the two of you were playing. “Really? Is that what you like? Mr Shepherd.”

Your faces were so close to each others now that you could smell the bourbon on his breath when he let out a loud chuckle. His pearly whites showing as he did so. You even felt him graze his stubble against your cheek.

“Mhmm.” He ran his finger over your lips as he spoke slowly. "So tell me, what is it that does it for you Y/N? Hm? I mean a girl your age doesn’t decide to stare at a man like me all night just for the hell of it. So what is it? The power? The money? Or is it the age gap so big I could be your father?”

You squeeze your legs together as his sentence finishes, letting out a hushed whimper. Of course you were attracted to older men, that was obvious, but hearing him say it out loud in public whilst being so close to you turned you on even more than you thought previously possible.

He chuckled a little, “So it’s the age then, is it sweetheart? The idea of having a man more.. experienced pleasure you, instead of a man who would leave you to fend for yourself after finishing in less than five minutes. You want someone who can make you cum so hard you’d be begging him to make it stop, don’t you?” Every move Duncan made, every word he spoke was calculated, and it was all in pursuit of teasing you just because he knew he could.

You made a mental note of his nickname for you as you looked up at him. You felt his fingers run across your cheek and then push some stray hairs back behind your ear as you desperately tried to think of something smart to say, anything to say; but he had won. He knew what you wanted and he wanted it just as bad. You didn’t even care anymore. You were more than ready to give what little of a resolve you still had up to him.

He whispered to you as he moved his spare hand up the small of your back. “Now little one, I have the presidential suite of this hotel under my name tonight. So what do you say we go on up? Since now we're just so well aquatinted."

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Having to take part in a meeting with your father and the man double your age that you had fucked for hours the night before was NOT what you had planned for today.

“Mr Shepherd, I apologise that I didn’t make it here on time. I had a pretty hectic morning.” You did your best to keep your chill in your now shocked state, but with everyone watching the two of you it wasn’t easy.

“No don’t worry, I know how DC traffic can be, especially in this weather. As long as you're here now.” A wide smile was planted on his face as he spoke. The same as last night. He never broke eye contact with you, and you found yourself wondering how he could do it so easily.

“Please, sit.” He gestured you over to take a seat as he pulled out the chair next to his own. You thanked him politely and sat down, your mind racing and spiralling out of control at the thought of your father discovering the sinful deeds you and his new boss had taken part in just hours prior.

You felt him tuck you into the table before sitting down next to you. You could hear the voices of the restaurant that surrounded you and the others at the table coming at you. Every noise was muffled, as if your head was suddenly underwater.

“Y/N?” You were quickly brought back to reality when you heard Seth question you.

“From my understating you have the merger documents in your belonging, yes?” He looked at your father for reassurance this was definitely case as he spoke. So with everyone at the table’s eyes on you, you slid the documents over to him.

“Yes! And uhm the specifications for the more politically based content changes are detailed on page 25. I was told that was of high interest today?” You got yourself back on track, trying to stay as professional as possible whilst ignoring Duncan and the predicament you had found yourself in.

“We were briefly discussing the more major changes before you arrived Mr Y/L/N, but I believe you’ve already been made aware of most them?” Duncan addressed your father, kicking the meeting off. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were listening to the conversation, you really were! It was just that you were so wrapped up in Duncan’s voice you couldn’t actually understand what the fuck they were all talking about.

Seeing him so invested in the crucial conversation he was having with your father and the many other associates at the table was just doing something to you.

Observing the way his hands were moving when he spoke, you noticed how he would often clasp them together when he was explaining things, and how he would tilt his head slightly as he listened. His bronzed curls were combed to perfection, resting delicately on the right side of his face and when he licked his bottom lip, it sent a shiver down through your spine all the way to your cunt. You were entirely captivated by him.

Hearing your Father ask for your opinion on the subject being discussed, you shook off the spell Duncan’s attractiveness had casted onto you and responded, giving your perspective on the subject.

Duncan relaxed into his seat a little more as he watched you talking. He knew you had been staring at him, but it was cute, he thought. Almost endearing seeing you get so flustered at just the sight of him. He had seen you squirming around in your seat whilst you watched him and decided the accidental teasing wasn’t enough; he wanted to toy with you more. As much as he possibly could.

“You know, if you’re trying hide what’s happened between us then you might consider making your staring a little less obvious, sweetheart.” He was speaking quietly enough for nobody else to hear and not looking in your direction, pretending to still partake in the tables back-and-forth. Still the fear of your father, who was sat just across the table, overhearing Duncans remarks was petrifying.

You knew you couldn’t let your craving for him and the confusion from not knowing who he was last night effect the meeting, but there he was with that nickname again, stirring your desire even further.

“How are you even here?” You let your frustrations out onto him as you talked back, his cocky attitude getting to you too easily with the stress you were under. “I’m trying so hard not to ruin today and this situation isn’t helping! They’ll fire me if I mess this up and I’ll be fucked! Which surprisingly, I’d prefer not to be!” Your whispering was pretty aggressive, but could you really blame yourself?! This kind of coincidence was rare, so you had every right to be mad at the universe for letting it occur on today of all days.

His ego not faltering for even a second, he chuckled. “Oh you don’t wanna get fucked? Funny, because I remember you saying the exact opposite last night.”

He grazed his hand across your inner thigh, massaging it gently before diving underneath the little black pencil skirt you were wearing to grip onto your flushed skin.

You scoffed at his words and looked up at him, shocked at how bold he was being and expecting some kind of response from him, but he didn’t even look your way. You assumed this was so no attention was brought to the two of you and so you followed his lead, turning away from him just as fast as you had looked.

With the heat of your cunt having grown far too intense to bear, any friction that wasn’t your own thighs pressing up against each other was to be welcomed. So you decided not to stop him. In fact you did the exact opposite, spreading your thighs wider for him, not having the self control or restraint to keep yourself from him any longer.

His hand moved closer to where you needed him most, diving under the crotch of your underwear to swipe his fingers over your slick folds and immediately begin rubbing circles onto your neglected clit.

You stifled a moan, leaning onto the table on front of you to keep yourself steady as he touched you. Finally, he moved his gaze to rest on you, watching you as you struggled to stay silent. He whispered once more, “Always so wet for me, aren't you princess?”

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As soon as you entered the suite, Duncan gripped onto your waist, pushing you up against the door and cradling your cheek with his spare hand before smashing his lips into yours.

His tongue slipped past your lips, dancing with yours whilst he moved his hands all over your body, clutching onto your breasts and then moving them down to explore the rest of you.

He lifted your dress up just enough so he could grip your ass. Pulling you closer to him and making you feel his bulge against your hips, you were too short in comparison to him to feel him where you wanted to most.

He spoke to you in kisses, telling you of how ravenous he was for you and that he was going to savour every moment. He moved his lips down, trailing open mouthed kisses from your neck to your collarbones and to the top of your breasts.

“This fucking dress” He took ahold of the bottom of your dress, pulling it up above your head with urgency as you lifted your arms to better help him strip you. Throwing the dress down onto the floor and hearing it land somewhere behind him, he admired your body and it’s curves.

“The perfect wrapping for such an enticing present.” He finished his sentence. Immediately grabbing at your breasts, sucking and kissing them.

You couldn’t speak, too enthralled with the technique of his tongue swirling around your nipple to do anything but moan in response to him.

You threw your head back against the door, staring up that the beautifully patterned ceiling in pure ecstasy. You felt him drag a callused hand down to the waistband of your Lacy white panties, tickling the sensitive skin of your stomach as he traced his fingers over it. His finger tips running across the little white bow that centred the waistband.

He collapsed down to his knees, yanking the delicate lingerie as he fell, leaving it to puddle around your ankles.

He teased your heat, moving from kissing the skin of your thighs to your folds, but not yet reaching the lengths you wanted him to, only adding fuel to the fire in between your legs.

“Please Duncan-” you begged him, desperately needing some kind of release from the binds of lust he had managed to wrap you in over the past 45 minutes.

“Ah ah, don't you remember? You don’t get to call me that.” He spoke.

“I’m sorry, Mr Shepherd.” You corrected yourself, recalling the conversation you had with him prior to coming upstairs.

“Mhmm, now as magnificent as that name sounds coming from you, I know that there’s something else you’d rather call me.” He hummed in disapproval, calmly redirecting your choice of name for him and reassuringly pressing his lips onto your clit.

You let out a stuttered gasp, you did want to call him that, but now you felt nervous due to the build up he had created.

“Com’n, sweetheart. Do you think I don't know why you’re here in the first place? Why else would you be sat all alone in the bar of a hotel you weren’t even staying at? You’re just another slut with daddy issues, sneaking down to an expensive hotel to scavenge for any man good enough to fuck you into submission. Isn’t that right?”

Mildly insulted at his all too accurate observation of you, but enjoying the effect his degrading words have on you none the less, you gave him what he wanted. “Mm yes daddy!” You whimpered out, admitting your ploy to him.

A low rumble emitted from his chest, your words setting off some kind of animal inside him. He dove his face down into your pussy, starting by sucking on your clit gently, flicking his tongue over it and applying more and more pressure as you writhed above him.

His mouth was closed around you now, his grey, speckled stubble scratching your already inflamed skin. You were taken aback by his skills, intwining your fingers through the curls in his hair and tugging on them with every wave of pleasure that hit you.

He snaked his large hand around your thigh, lifting it up to rest on his shoulder while he ate you out. Enjoying the new angle he was utilising, he hummed, sending vibrations through your nerves up to the pit of your stomach, bringing you closer to your climax.

“Mmh.. fuck daddy, i’m gonna cum!” He didn’t let off, his tongue perhaps fucking into you even faster since you told him how close you were. You locked stares as your orgasm took over your body, your lips forming an o as you screwed your eyebrows together in rapture.

He came back up, letting you taste yourself and he placed his lips on yours again. You eased into the kiss, a relaxed haze having taken over your body in your post-orgasm state. Feeling a slight breeze flow up the side of your form, you realised that Duncan still had all his clothes on whilst you had none. Deciding you needed to change this as soon as possible, you began unbuttoning his suit’s matching black blazer and shirt, rushing to feel his skin on yours.

He helped you, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders as you began to unthread his leather belt from the loops of his trousers. “You’re so impatient, little one.” He spoke.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, daddy.” You smirked, dropping the belt at his feet.

As soon as his shirt hit the floor you reached up, gliding your hands across the expanse of his bear chest, taking notice of how small your hands appeared in comparison to him. He watched you, relishing in the glimmer of entrancement that shone through your eyes as you ingested him.

He lifted you, his strong arms carrying you bridal style towards the king sized bed and throwing you down onto its crisp, satin sheets. Grabbing your ankles, he dragged you down the bed towards him and finished taking his pants off. His cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers, smacking against his stomach.

He clambered onto the bed, resting on his knees as he jerked himself in his hand, reluctantly groaning out at the first contact his neglected cock had received all night. His pressing cock had made it unfathomably hard not to just fuck you up against the door when he saw that sweet little way in which your face scrunched up as you came.

You were practically drooling, watching him fuck himself into his fist as his eyes scanned across your naked body. Not being able to wait any longer and wanting to finally feel his cock on your skin, you sat up slightly and reached out to touch him. But before you got the chance, he shoved you back down. leaning over you, he held your wrists down against the pillows with one hand and wrapped his other around your delicate throat.

“So greedy, baby” he stoked his thumb over the skin of your neck as he made his observation, watching you struggle underneath him.

“I just know what I want.” You toyed, your voiced coming out slightly muffled with the pressure of his large hand covering your voice box.

“Such an attitude, too.” His cock brushes over your cunt as he sways his head from side to side in disappointment and disproval. “Now sweetheart, you’re gonna stay exactly where you are and daddy’s gonna fuck you just like this, okay? So he can see that pretty little face of yours.”

You gulp at his words, anticipating the feeling of having him inside you. “Please just fuck me. Please.” You knew you sounded absolutely pathetic, but you didn’t care. Just needing him plummeting in and out of you as soon as possible.

He chuckled at your neediness. Taking his hands back from your wrists and grasping his cock, lining it up with your entrance and slowly pushing in, he let you adjust to his size.

Moaning out, you dug your nails into the bed sheets, watching his head drop down to yours as he closed his eyes in pleasure.

“Fuck, you take me so well.”

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He slipped his ringed finger into you, pushing against your spongy walls whilst you made a desperate attempt to suppress your moans. You bite down onto your nails, your elbow resting on the table as you put all your weight onto it for some kind of crutch.

He began with a slow pace, making sure you would feel every little movement he made. You heard him join into the conversation once again, mentioning something about an article he had seen from the Herald last month which had impressed him. You weren't even sure. You couldn't think for the pulsing beat of your own heart that filled your ears.

“You all right there, Y/N?” Your heavy breathing must have been a dead give away for something being up, being your father was now questioning you.

You felt Duncan stop his movements momentarily, joining the rest of the table in their standstill, staring at you as they awaited a reply, but his little act of sincerity didn't last too long.

“Yeah, uhm-“ you felt him slide a 2nd figure in, making you fake a cough as to stop the cry desperately trying to escape your throat from doing so.

“Yeah, I’m uh, just thirsty.” Hoping this would ward off the worried looks you were receiving, you were shocked when you heard Duncan chime in. “Oh don’t worry, we can get you something.”

He called the waiter over, asking him for a pitcher of lemonade and thanking him as he walked away, back towards the kitchen. You would have preferred some water, you thought, but you were far too focused on what was going on underneath the table to say anything.

“Now, where were we?” Seth began talking once more, bringing the attention back to where it should be. But Duncan? No. His attention stayed on you. Even more focused on fucking his fingers into than before, he sped up and began going even deeper now, curling them upwards until you were twitching.

You looked up at him pleadingly. You were getting too close to cumming for your own liking, so you grabbed onto his thigh and dug your nails into his expensive black dress pants, warning him. He shot you a devious grin, scissoring his fingers inside you and pressing his thumb down to rub sweet circles on your hooded clit, letting you know he didn’t intend on stopping.

He looked behind you suddenly. Following his gaze, you snapped your head to the side, trying to get a good look at what had grabbed his attention so abruptly.

It was the waiter. He had arrived with the pitcher of lemonade in hand and yet Duncan was still plummeting his hand into your pussy with such a speed you began to wonder if someone had actually noticed what was truly going on. I mean the waiter must know.

At this point you had let far too many questionable gasps leave your mouth, your breathing had become even more erratic as you grew closer to your orgasm. He knew you were about to break before he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you, wiping the juices that coated them back and front onto your skirt so he could pick up the glass on front of you, leaving you unsatisfied.

You scrambled to collect your thoughts and breath as he picked up the pitcher, pouring the ice cooled lemonade into your glass.

“Here.” He spoke. You lifted a shaky hand up to take the glass from him when the grasp he had on it ‘slipped’, spilling the contents of it the onto your lap.

“Oh!’ You jumped up, making the sweet, sticky liquid run off your skirt to your thighs, dripping down your legs and eventually onto the floor. The now empty glass falling with it.

“I am so sorry, Miss Y/L/N.” He picked up the glass, sitting it on the table before joining you in standing. Now he was stood, you could clearly see the dark tint of his cock straining against the constrictive fabric that was his dress pants. It sent a pulse of lust through your cunt.

“Duncan!” Hearing Annette voice her annoyance at her son for being so clumsy almost made you laugh. It was quite amusing seeing his mother reprimand him, being he was a grown man in his 40s.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I-I’ll just go clean myself up in the bathroom. I don’t want to distract the meeting anymore than I already have.” You made eye contact with your father as he rubbed his temples.

He was annoyed at the scene you and Duncan had caused. You gave him an apologetic look, feeling bad for stressing him out even more than you already had with being late, but knowing it was technically Duncan’s fault and not yours.

“Please, let me help you clean up.” Duncan pushed his chair in, quickly grabbing some napkins off the table and resting his hand on your back to guide you towards the nearest bathroom, walking as fast as your weak legs would let him.

His hand stayed delicately placed on the small of your back, until you were out of the tables sight, at which point he took hold of your arm, clutching it like a vice as he dragged you through the bathroom door.

He locked the door behind him in preparation for what was to come. He needed to make sure nobody would be walking in on what he was about to do to you.

Looking back towards you, satisfied as ever now he had you alone, he waltzed on over, pinning you up against the counter with force. You could smell him on you again, same cologne from the night before. Dior, you guessed.

“You’re not very good at staying quiet, are you, Sweetheart?” He mused, hoisting you up onto the counter and forcefully cradling your face with both hands as he moved to kiss you deeply. His tongue ravenously re-familiarising itself with your mouth.

“You almost got us caught back there.” He spoke in between kisses. “Your poor, naive father, watching you. He was probably wondering why you kept squirming.” He voiced a dark giggle, moving down to suckle on your neck and push your skirt up your thighs.

“I almost got us caught? No. Y-you almost got us caught when you decided putting a second f-FUCK, finger into me whilst I was talking to him was a good idea!” You choked out, doing your best to fight through the pleasure of his lips finally grazing your skin as you watched him pull your panties down and slot them into his pants pocket.

“Awh poor baby. Did you not want your daddy knowing that you’re a greedy little slut for his new boss? Hm?” He admired the blossoming lavender and cherry bruises now forming on your neck as he teased, marvelling at the idea they could be noticed by your father once you finished.

He quickly opened his fly, pulling his dress pants and boxers down just enough that he could pump his cock in his hand. Gripping onto your hips for purchase, his fingers dug into you so viciously you could feel the marks he had left the night before. You knew after this, there would surely be more.

He thrust himself into you, earning a loud wail to fall from your lips. You arched your spine at the feeling of him pounding into you, making your head fall back against the mirror behind you. His hand shot up to the it as he gathered more speed, his pace growing far faster than you had anticipated.

“Was it too much for you? Taking my fingers in your cunt whilst you were trying oh so hard to concentrate? I almost made you cum on front of everyone.” You moaned out at his grotesque words, pulling your head up to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

“Answer me.” He pulled your chin up back to look at him, still pounding into you. The sound of your skin slapping against one another’s felt even louder in the small, tiled bathroom.

“Yes daddy! It was too much for me - AHH!!” You let yourself go limp against the mirror, giving yourself up to him entirely and wanting nothing more than for him to use you like his personal rag doll.

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Your throat was growing hoarser with every squeal you made. Duncan had been fucking you ruthlessly for what felt like hours now, constantly changing his pace from calm to aggressive and back again. His lips were mouthing over your peaked nipples, tongue slathering trails of saliva across your skin and teeth scrapping over dozens of tiny goosebumps.

“Such a filthy, fucking whore for me.” Squeezing down on your neck with one hand he uses his other to slap you. His ringed hand coming down across your fleshy cheek with a loud crack.

You gasped out, shocked at this move and feeling reinvigorated by the suddenness of it. His abuse only made you more attracted to him, causing your cunt to puddle its juices around his cock.

Slowing his thrusts down to an almost complete halt, he grabbed your jaw, yanking your mouth open just enough that when he dripped his spit down you could catch it. You moaned at the filth of his actions, tasting the bourbon he had drank earlier at the bar.

Following the thick thread of salvia that connected the two of you to each other, he brought his face back down to yours, bringing your sloppy lips together. Never giving you the chance to close your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Your lips part, foreheads leaning on each other with eyes locked as you scream and moan at his brutal fucking. “Such a good girl.” He praised you.

“Thank you daddy!!” You cry out, feeling tears brimming in your eyes at the deepness of his cock. You knew he was going to be good when he first pushed you up again that door, but this was insane. You had never felt his turned on before. Loving being completely at his mercy, but receiving none.

He pulled out suddenly, wrapping his hands around your stomach and flipping you over to your front. You got the just of what he wanted and clambered onto your hands and knees for him. He pushed his cock back into your folds, hips ricocheting off your ass immediately.

He pulled at your hair, lifting you up to his chest as he gruffed and groaned. He was much larger than you, making it easy for him to pull your head back enough that he could see the expression on your lust enthralled face.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He demands, spanking your ass cheek and twisting your hair around in his hand. His other hand moved to your gaping mouth, pushing two fingers inside so you taste the metallic bite of his silver band.

You gag as he fucks your mouth, mumbling around his fingers in a desperate attempt at begging him to allow you to cum. You were getting so close now. You guys had been going for so long and your impending release wasn’t going to wait much longer.

“Fuckk, don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy’s close too.” He took his fingers out of your mouth, bringing them down to your clit and swiping at it furiously. You could feel your own spit on his fingers as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Ohh Daddy’s gonna come so deep inside you, little one.. would you like that?” His breathes were uneven. Thrusts uncontrolled and sloppy.

“Yes!! Fuck, fuck, FUCK Daddy I’m cumming!!” Your cunt pulsated around his shaft, squeezing his own orgasm out of him even sooner than he expected as you screamed. You could taste the saltiness of your own tears, them having run down your cheekbones and into your agape mouth.

His cum flooded your walls, filling you up with his hips pressed against yours as he enveloped you in an embrace from behind. He uttered out a shudder against your temple, his breathe feeling hot and damp on your skin.

He set you back down on the bed and pulled his softening shaft out of you, moving his large hands back to your hips as your own gave out and fell underneath you, pressing your face into the sheets. You eventually rolled over to lay on your back, wanting to let your aftershocks roll through your quivering limbs more comfortably.

He fell down onto the duvet next to you, propping himself up on his side slightly and pulling you closer to him so he could plant a kiss on your swollen lips. “You alright? I didn't hurt too bad now, did I?” He stroked your face, words alluring as ever now your resting bare bodies were tangled up together in a complete stand still.

“Nothing that I didn't enjoy, no.” You joked, lightly drawing intricate shapes on his arm with your fingertips, still harnessing the blemishing sting his ring had left under your cheekbone. “I’d say we're pretty well aquatinted now; wouldn’t you, Daddy?”

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You could feel cool drips of perspiration slipping down your heated skin from your forehead to your collar bones and all you could do was hope they hadn't taken any of the concealer you had applied earlier this morning with them. You had needed to cover the bruise Duncan’s ring had so easily left on your cheek the night before, since you really didn't want your father or anyone else from work seeing it.

Duncan’s cock was curving in all the right places as he hammered into you. His pace and brutality showing you stars. He seemed even more confident than he did yesterday. Having had experience with you, he knew that you could take his most heinous savagery with delight and didn’t hold off one bit.

His huffs and groans were tantalising, growing louder and more uncontrolled as he fucked you into oblivion. His hand squeaked as it fell down the steamed mirror he leant on, leaving the glass behind you and finding its way to your jaw. He brought your face to his own and kissed you, loudly moaning into your open mouth.

You giggled through your mewls. “Mmm.. I thought I was the loud one, daddy.” You were amused that he had been teasing you so adamantly about the volume of your pleasure, when he was now the one making all the noise.

He paused, quirking an eyebrow at you before slamming his hips into you with a thrust so strong it made you practically scream out. “Oh, my apologises, sweetheart.” He smirked as he picked up his pace once more.

You wrapped your hands in his perfectly styled hair. You no longer cared who knew what was really happening in here, the thought didn’t even cross your mind. All you cared for was chasing your high. You rutted your hips on his and took his length entirely, feeling dangerously close to cumming.

“Fuckkk baby, daddy’s gonna cum okay?. Cum with me princess. Fall apart on my cock.” His unfocused thrusts had you coming undone in seconds. You held onto him tight, digging your nails into his shoulders and pulling at his curls as you cried out in ecstasy.

He shot his seed into you, feeling all his pent up frustrations from earlier at the table leave him as he pushed himself deep into your abused cunt. He didn’t even attempt to stifle his moans, too invested in finally receiving his release to realise just how loud he was being.

He rested his forehead on yours, your sweaty skin pressed against each other as you both attempted to catch your breathes after such a quick, ruthless fuck. You started laughing, finding it utterly ridiculous that you had spent the majority of a meeting you had been terrified for, getting fucked by your new boss (and the man you had fucked the night before) in a restaurant bathroom.

He joined in laughing, clearly finding humour within this strange situation too. Interrupting your laugh, he pushed his lips into yours, kissing you as if your lips were some kind of prize. You felt his cock slip from your cunt, his seed immediately spilling from it as you were left with a sudden, empty sensation.

He made quick work of zipping his pants back up and fastening his belt. You tugged your skirt back down to your thighs, being reminded of how Duncan had snatched your panties and stashed them in his pants pocket. You guessed you wouldn’t be getting them back anytime soon, which you were okay with, you just hoped nobody saw his remnants leaving you left the bathroom.

You flattened out your skirt and felt the wet sticky lemonade that still coated it. You had completely forgotten to clean it. “Fuck, my skirt's still sticky! Why would you order lemonade?” You whined; still mad he hadn’t just ordered some water.

Awaiting a reply, you turned to check your make up in the mirror. Luckily it was pretty light today, so it still looked good other than the bruise on your cheek now being slightly more obvious than before. What really concerned you was your neck. It was covered in every shade of purple and red you were aware existed. If your father and coworkers didn’t know what was going on from how weird you were being at the table before, or how long it had taken the two of you to finish in the bathroom, or the noises that were emitting from it, they would definitely know after seeing all the claims he had left on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t think that spilt water would have been a good enough excuse to get you all alone in here.” He chuckled to himself, leaning over to rest his chin on your head and wrapping his arms around your waist as he joked over his mischievousness.

“But we should probably head back out there. I’m sure your father’s going to apprentice the beautiful mosaic I’ve painted across your neck” he kissed the bruises he spoke of as he watched you through the mirror.

You scoffed at him, gifting yourself one last look before completely giving up on finding a way you could make your face and neck appear more presentable for heading back to the table.

Duncan opened the bathroom door, nodding his head towards the hallway and waiting for you to hurry up and join him.

The two of you started walking back, your legs struggling to take your weight with how weak they had become. Your heels clicked along the floor, making you far more aware of how soon you would be sitting back down with everyone from work. Like a clock counting down to all the judgmental stares you would surly be receiving.

You kept your eyes trained on the floor as you took your seat at the table. Seths voice trailed off upon seeing the two of you sit down, leaving you both in the middle of an uncomfortable silence that felt near suffocating.

“What took so long!” You could hear the anger and perhaps embarrassment in Annettes voice as she whispered to Duncan. She looked towards you, glaring and scowling before retiring her vision back to him. She was probably hoping that what she assumed to have occurred hadn’t, but from the marks clearly decorating your neck, she would have known it to be true.

“Oh, we just couldn’t get the lemonade out of her skirt.” He tut as he spoke to his mother, smiling and playing off any obvious suspicions. “I’m sorry, really.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, dripping with a sincerity you knew to be false.

“So what was it we were discussing?” he speaks louder now, addressing the rest of the table.

“Uhh actually, I think we have a deal.” Seth replied, looking over at him and then the rest of the table. You heard your father mutter something in agreement, but it was meek. Quiet. He must have felt the awkward tension too. It was ripe in the air, like a shiver you couldn’t shake off. You didn't even want to look at him, knowing If anyone there felt most uncomfortable, it was him.

Saying their goodbyes and finishing up with any last details, everyone stood to shake hands and bid their farewells. You felt your fathers scowl as he came and stood beside you, but you didn't dare look at him. You were too ashamed to face him whilst still with your coworkers.

Duncan walked over to your father, looking more satisfied than ever with his eyes still focused on you as he thanked him for meeting and shook his hand firmly.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Mr Y/L/N.” He let go of your fathers hand only to take a hold of yours. He grasped it delicately, a touch more gentle than he had ever shown you previously. Assuming he was trying you shake it, you were more than surprised when he raised it to his lips, kissing your rosey knuckles; still red from the tight grip you had, had on his hair earlier.

“I look forward to working with you in the future, Y/N.” He graced you with once last signature smirk as he walked away, leaving you with your father who was waiting for an explanation and apology for your disgusting and foolish behaviour.

Maybe it hadn’t been the worst way to spend lunch.

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It Was Fun Till It Lasted

Duncan Shepherd x F1 Pilot Female! Reader

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

I have been a bit silent the latest weeks, but I just got hit by the inspiration train as of lately (even more after all the F1 glory we have been getting) and I just thought about a small drabble, about Duncan in the race car universe.

Not as a driver, but more like a sponsor.

This is very PWP, even for my sentimental ass, so I do hope that you’ll like it, even though it isn’t the most perfect thing ever (just to warn you).

Also I just wanted to give @guiltyfiend a big shoutout because she has been a constant source of inspiration for me with various fics (‘Quid Pro Quo’ has been the main reason why for the existence of this drabble) so do check out her lovely fics!

I am also personally, maybe (since I don’t feel apprecciated in the other fandoms I am in) of making a few comebacks in this fandom, if any of you would like iit obviously!

So, please, if you want more, don’t forget to leave some kind of feedback I truly apprecciate it from the bottom of my heart and it’ll truly make my heart beat stronger and my fingers write faster!

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Have a nice reading!

SUMMARY: Galas can be annoying things, but when an handsome fellow accidentally drenches you in champagne there are many ways your night might change.

WORDS: 5,4 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Sexism, Misogyny, Harassment On The Workplace, Inaccurate Portrayal of The F1 World, Inaccurate Way Of Cleaning Champagne From Clothes, Sex, Slight Dirty Talk, Mirror Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Sex Between Strangers.

You sipped slowly from the flute of champagne you had managed to steal, meanwhile your boss wasn’t looking, since you had been instructed to avoid getting yourself drunk till you got the trophy in your hand, to avoid replacing the ‘drunk Kimi meme’ in the F1 world.

But it was difficult for you, an introvert, to feel at ease in a room full of different people.

A few of them were gladly ignoring you, but more were looking at you like you were some kind of freak in a costume, which was probably the best description for being one pilot of the only all-female team existing in F1.

You had grown up with the myths of Ayrton Senna and Niki Lauda, thanks to your grandfather and his the passion for fast cars and elegant ones, raising you as some kind of substitute to him, who had never been able to race, having had various problematics with his own health.

An heartattack at seventy had taken him away, just as you signed your first contract with the F2.

You had been partnered with a male pilot, and although the car wasn’t the fastest, you had managed to become much better than your partner, eventually getting yourself fired because females, in a place like F1, couldn’t raise to fame, throwing you in a depression that had brought you almost on the verge…

… but then your newest F1 stable had brought you back, giving you a car that wasn’t definitely one of the best you could have gotten but it had gotten you through a nice first season, and you had actually arrived at the sixth position in the constructors’ championship, alongside your partner…

… who, right now, didn’t look less bothered than you, at this fancy party.

But Abigail could definitely hold the curious gazes better than you.

You might have needed something more than champagne to get through a night like this.

You had begged your stable director to just bring Abigail, the social butterfly out of the two of you, but he had just insisted that ‘having two beauties on his arm would have done him and the stable more good than just one’.

And aside from the blatantly sexist part of the comment, you knew he was right.

Sponsors had been rushing to you this season because the media had focused much attention on the importance of new female figures in races, but now that the novelty was rushing off a few had decided to let you go, so you had to grab a few new ones, convincing them through either the use of your talk and your feminine charm.

‘… I had almost thought that he’d ask us to sleep with the sponsors to get them to stay’ had commented Abigail, as you both set yourself up for the night, the elegant rented dresses waiting for you on the comfortable bed of the expensive suite of the hotel ‘… it was this close to becoming an episode of ‘Law & Order: SVU’.

And now Abigail was being her usual chatty with a few sponsors fawning around her, as you tried to down the flute of champagne almost as if it was a full bottle of vodka, something that you honestly missed and stared at the expensive drink in the glass.

If only your glare could turn it in something that would give you more liquid courage.

A few of the rookies had been tried to talk with you and you had been extremely happy to have someone approach you, but soon the chat had diffused itself and all the drivers had been called back by their own director, and you had found yourself alone, again, and with annoying stares upon you.

Many of the pilots from the other stables had tried to get you in bed with them, and you knew that there were various bets going on about getting you or Abigail to finally relent your ‘haughty pretenses’, not to talk about the fact that the entire media platform and magazines had been set up on you and Abigail, waiting for any false step of yours.

You had been dubbed ‘the sole chance for feminism to raise’ and everyone was waiting for you to fall.

To prove that F1 wasn’t female territory.

So, you had been rigorously swearing off any coupling with the other drivers.

The fact that you found it already quite difficult to combine your training and the various galas you had to attend with an healthy social life, certainly did help with the whole ‘chastity promise’ thing.

And you never regretted such a choice during the race season.

The ‘no sex’ rule helped you during the competition, keeping your mind in the game, but now that the driving season was ended and you were finally enjoying your well-deserved holiday, you couldn’t help but hate thoroughly the situation you had landed yourself in, only able to rely on your hand and a few interesting toys.

But otherwise, utterly frustrated.

And yet unable to come up with a solution on such a short notice.

Dicks didn’t grow up on trees, these days.

You just bumped in them, apparently.

Because, as you were halfway through having your second drink of the night, counting on the fact that the director of your stable was halfway through a successful talk with some well-dressed older gentlemen, hence making him quite busy already and unable to check up on you, you clashed against a wall.

A wall of muscles, at a second glance.

A breathing wall of muscles, at third glance.

But you were far more interested by the fact that the bump-in had just made you spill your entire drink on your Givenchy rented dress, the one that costed more than your apartment rent, something that made a loud ‘shit’ leave your mouth and making the ‘wall of muscles’ raise his head towards you, as he noticed the stain.

And then, when you noticed that ‘wall of musclea’ had a pretty face and an even prettier body, a softer ‘shit’ left your mouth.

What a way to make an impression.

“Oh Gosh, I am sorry!” American accent, no British accent.

That was probably where Mother Nature had drawn in blessing him with all the ‘fucking handsome man’ gifts.

His handsome face was elegantly touched up by high cheekbones and feature that had something of roguish matched with elegant traits and darker colors, making him stand out as someone who wasn’t definitely a pilot or a journalist.

Which was ideal for you.

Such an refined face was matched with an elegant tailored body, the suit definitely made for him and him solely, knowing perfectly how to highlight each and every trait of a body that was obtained through attentive work, a careful one that was meant to impose itself or pump his muscles with no aim, but to give him a lean appearance of power.

That definitely worked with you.

“… oh” brain to Earth, brain to Earth, (Y/N), say something intelligent ‘… it was an accident’.

Tell that to the lady that will want the dress back.

But for now, that wasn’t your main concern.

Which was the handsome man in front of you.

But you couldn’t just hump him right there, not only because you were pretty sure that it would have been described as ‘sexual harassment’, but all the spotlight was set up on you, hence all the cameras were focused on every little small mistake you could have done, intensifying them in a way that didn’t happen with men.

You had to be perfect, but even more than that.

You had to be the male everyone thought you were, although you lacked of the attributes.

So, flirting was considered a hellish sin.

“Gosh, I am… extremely sorry” he repeated again, as his eyes shared a quick glance with yours, and you just nodded your head as if you had to confirm to him that you had heard him clearly the first time, before ducking to the restroom, hoping to be able to scrub away the stain, at least to avoid its yellowish color on the stark white of your dress.

But before you could start raising the dress off your legs, where the stain was more evident, you were followed inside by the man, and before you could utter any protest, he caught the ones in your eyes.

“I swear I am not a creeper” he raised his hands as if to reinforce this “… I just… you shouldn’t scrub on silk, it’ll just ruin the fabric, just ran the water and then wait for it to dry, some alcohol and a bit of bleach might also help, the stain will come out, with a single wash… I swear”.

You had a million questions for the stranger, unsure if you shouldn’t have already screamed at him for having entered the ladies restroom, but you just assumed that he was the first handsome guy ever to come with a cute personality.

And good domestic knowledge.

That was meant to always do something to a lady.

“… thank you” you settled on uttering, comforted by the fact that the guy turned around to leave you some privacy, but you couldn’t just let go such an opportunity, even more when you were in some kind of secluded area, and he didn’t look like the type that had a secret go-pro camera under his clothes.

Some girl that you had once met in a bathroom at one of the races had turned out to have one, as she egged on commenting some shit over Abigail.

Unluckily for her, Abigail was in the other stall and she had flushed in the noisiest way the water, before appearing with some kind of triumphant aura around her.

“… can you please stay?” ‘people will probably doubt you on your “abilities” if you come out after five minutes’ you almost wanted to utter, as a test to know if he looked just like a sex god or he fucking was, although with the way his cheeks blushed of a light red, you simply bit down on your tongue “… just to help me get the stain off, properly… you seem to know much more than me about it”.

“Things happen in college” he commented, as if it was an explanation.

What kind of parties had he been in college?

You just remembered the rush to grabbing the cheapest and most efficient alcohol.

He reached out as kindly as he could to start on the farthest part of your dress, where it wasn’t straight up skin tight, gently dabbing it with a piece of paper you had handed him, the fabric destroying itself on the dress, but the stain became a bit less prominent.

Enough to pass as some kind of enrichment the stylist had done on the dress at the last minute.

You hoped you could make the lady that had rented it to you buy this shit off too.

Because you either managed to get the stain out or get yourself a sponsor for the new year, or you’d have had to probably start living on the road, with only a few shining trophies for losers, such as the one you were supposed to grab tonight, for ‘best promising team’.

As if there was some kind of competition, between your small team and various established ones…

“… what are you doing at such a party?” you knew that conversation during this kind of thing would have gotten it to seem less sexual than it truly was, and although you were as good at small talk as you were at handling a crowd, you did your best to sound as relaxed as you could be.

But your question still sounded like one out of a police interrogation.

“Friend of a friend” it was more like meaning ‘none of your business’ but kinder, and you couldn’t deny his own right to privacy “… by the way, I do think that I should give you my name… in case you want someone to curse for the dress, I am Duncan”.

“I am (Y/N)” you were glad when no light of recognition shone in his eyes, just as his hand lightly grabbed the back of your upper thigh, to make the dress adhere perfectly to your skin and dab the stain more properly, a light shiver at the touch made you understand how truly touch-starved you had been “… and you look as out of place as me in this fucking gown”.

“Don’t tell anybody, but…” and he lightly leaned in closer to you, enough that you could feel the strong but comforting perfume of his cologne, something that smelt extremely male and yet, you couldn’t detect a trace of toxic masculinity in it “… I have never seen a single race of F1 in my life”.

Just what you needed.

“… oh tell me about it” you played coy, as his hands raised up from your legs skillfully avoided your ass, instead choosing to grip on the outer part of your hip, handling you with care but a sureness that made you want to relent the whole ‘male image’ you had created around you.

What would you have given for a night in which you didn’t have to be the one in control, constantly checking every detail!

“… neither a fan of the whole race panorama?” he asked, as his eyes trained themselves on your stomach, barely covered by the white of the dress, showing him a bit of skin behind it, exactly as the absence of your panties, a crazed decision of Abigail, who had thrown away your seamless granny pants.

‘They might be protective when we race, but these are shit’.

You knew you shouldn’t have lied to him about not belonging in the racing setting, but you just wanted to have one night in which you weren’t the prodigy, the promise, ‘the sole chance for freedom to raise’.

You just wanted to be (Y/N).

“Definitely not”.

“Brought here by a boyfriend?” now he was scanning his own ground, and he had a small break from his cleaning duties, as you caught a glimpse of that damned profile, the kind of thing you saw on expensive old coins.

He was definitely some kind of emperor in his own right.

“Nope” you mumbled, before you gave him back his own same coin “… just brought here by a friend of a friend”.

He smirked at his words being spit back at him and you smiled almost foolishly.

You even let out a soft giggle.

How fucking long had it been since you had giggled?

And done it because you honestly wanted.

And not because you were forced in front of journalists or potential sponsors.

His hands were now on the side of your chest, against the slight hill of your bra (you could have forsaken panties, but you needed that support), his hands lightly tracing the ridge of the silicone part where the bra stood attached to your skin, sweaty due to the fact that you had been wearing the whole thing for five hours, before of the event.

“… and you had an idiot spill a drink over it, in the span of an hour” the words were meant for self-deprecation, but the smile that accompanied him was utterly confident.

Had you had panties, they would have definitely hit the ground soundly in that moment.

“… it could have been worse” you mumbled, just as your eyes twinkled with secret meaning.

‘You could have been a complete twat or old enough to be my grandpa’

“… you couldn’t have known how to get out champagne stains” you joked, settling up on a more PG-13 comment, unsure of what to do, since it had been quite some time since you had last flirted, and although his hand told you a story, you weren’t exactly sure if he had gotten all the clues of the game.

He laughed so brilliantly that also a light blush joined your soft giggle.

“Gosh, that would have been awful” his tone was joking, but his eyes were onto you, as they searched some kind of confirm in yours, and you just had to lean in to sign the deal, leaning down to kiss him.

You had never been one for one-night-stands and neither for quick fucks in a restroom, but with the way he lightly gripped you, making sure to position you on top of the elegant porcelain sink, careful to avoid the water: it wouldn’t have been neither.

And you were completely swept away.

He definitely passed the ‘kiss’ test.

His hand went through your hair perfectly, but careful of the small updo you had done, his fingertips lightly scraping the baby hair on your upper neck, in a way that kept you grounded, just as his lips lightly bit onto your upper lips, leaving you wanting for more, just as he backed away with a cunning smirk.

One that spoke of that technique never failing.

And before he could perform again that cocky enchantment, you kissed him.

Releasing on him entire months of sexual frustration.

And you had to say that you surprised him, enough that you were worried that your suddenness would have scared him, but he just needed to regain the control, before his hand without any care went to mess up your updo, in a way that instead of grounding and relaxing you, made you tense up, just as his hand splayed your knees wide onto the sink to have him come up between them.

And after the passionate kiss you had been sharing, you found yourself quickly locked, with one that gripped you by the hair against the cold mirror and another one splayed on your knee

The fabric of your silk dress lightly caressed the skin of your inner thigh, right as his elegant and expensive pants did the same with your core, making you feel that you shouldn’t have seriously worried about the ‘five minutes thing’, or at least you hoped.

But the package seemed fucking good.

“… so, would you like to have a bit more of help?” the way he pronounced the word ‘help’ sounded downright sinful and how could a girl deny him, as your own hands moved to gently tap on his sharp cheeks, the scratchiness of a cleanly shaved beard making you feel like this was all real.

“Just don’t get my dress dirty” it was a whisper, but your eyes played with the dominance you wanted to relent to him, and he just looked intrigued.

“Then spread your legs properly, little one” and as if under a spell they opened properly and let him adjust himself against them as his hands lightly raised up to collect the dress away from your legs, stopping right up on your hips and leaving a bit of dress to cover you, as if he had to leave you some modesty “… good girl”.

You purred at that, leaning in the light petting of his grip having become less pronounced as a grip and more a caress.

“…  I saw you out there in the crowd and I wanted to buy you a drink, because you looked at unease as me, I thought that you could use that” he commented as his face lightly moved down to the crook of your neck, his nose making a teasing trail down your profile, just as his beard lightly scratched your skin, making it redden simply for his lips, before he covered it of purplish bruises “… I thought I had done the worst thing ever since with pouring a drink over you”.

“… couldn’t stay mad when you fucking looked like a sex god” you muttered unable to deny the truth, your body arching right against his as his hands, gently dragged he strap of your dress down your shoulders, revealing the awful skin-like bra, but he just seemed focused on your collarbones, his hand working slowly to ease the bra away from you, eventually dropping it onto the small tissues box over both of your heads, so it wouldn’t get on the ground.

An attentive gesture, exactly as the way he gripped tightly your breast, making sure that your nipples were lightly caressed by his thumb, right as he bit down on the softer flesh of your neck.

“I am glad that my good looks were of some use” he joked, and gently looked up at you “… and let me tell you, I have a tongue that will make you forget all about my clumsiness”.

“I do think that I deserve an apology” you muttered, as your eyes met again, your lashes cornering perfectly your hazy eyes, breathy and soft “… a vocal apology”.

And he simply smirked down at you, falling on his knees with a sound thud, as you pushed yourself further down the sink you were on, till you felt the painful dig of the faucet in your back, enough to make you moan in protest, but soon the look of wonder on his face as he unveiled the secret underneath your dress was definitely a relief against the uncomfortable position.

“… didn’t know that you were one of those girls that go without panties” he pushed a knee up on you to spread you further to him, as he took in the proper masterpiece that had been revealed to him down there, and his kisses moved up on your inner thigh “… look like the pretty girl turned out to be a bad bad girl, no wonder I am about to fuck you like a fucking bitch in heat in a restroom”.

And you blushed at the profane words.

But it was just more endearing for you as he pushed himself to properly settle against the nest between your legs, already oozing soft milk and sweet honey, his lips lightly pushing against your own, as he dragged the same beard you had felt on your cheeks against your cunt, the sensation making you hiss, right as again your lips came to soothe your ache.

The plumpness of his lips made you unable to stop yourself from moaning out loud, your eyes closing just as he delivered a slap to your thigh, a silent warning to keep your eyes trained on him and you did, as his lips sucked your softest piece in his mouth.

His tongue was instead a blessing inside of you and this time you were the one delving a bit of pain to him, as you grabbed strongly his hair, some kind of relief to keep you grounded as your body became like a cloud, weighted down just by the tension in your whole muscles.

“Fuck, you do know how to have fun” he mumbled tightly, as he released your cunt, something that made you protest loudly “… when was the last time somebody fucked you this good, (Y/N)”.

And before you could properly reply, his finger slipped inside you, making you hiss out at the feeling of being full, so unlike the stretch of your own fingers, so slight that now you needed a minute to calm yourself from everything, as you waited to answer his reply.

And he gave you a moment to breath, before his finger lightly probed further, reaching inside with a wayward gesture that made you choke up on your own words, as your back arched against the mirror and the hand that wasn’t in his hair gripped so tightly the sink that you were sure you had left an acrylic nail there.

“… a long time for sure” he smirked so devilishly that it broke you thoroughly.

And then his tongue matched his finger and before you knew it your floating was interrupted by your skyrocketing to the ground in a pleasurable trail that brought you back to all the earthly pleasure you could ask for, leaving you numb and tensed, your eyes rolling back as you lost sight of what was going on with you.

And then as you regained, your legs were slack over Duncan’s sides, his lips teasing again the skin of your neck, but no intention to punish you with any pain or tease you, instead there was a desperate soothing in his gestures, as you slowly came back to reality.

Fuck, you honestly should do this more.

Sadly, half of the guys that wanted a hook-up wouldn’t have ever done anything like what Duncan just did with you.

And would probably last five minutes, indeed.

“… was that enough of an apology?” he asked as soon as he saw that you had regained some semblance of calmness.

“Definitely yes” not that you could reply with much more.

Your fingers spoke louder as they went to his belt, undoing it with a bit of problem since you were slightly trembling, but he tried his best to let you do it, but before you could lower the pants, he gently grabbed your hands, something soft in his eyes, as he made you look up at him.

“We don’t have to do this…”.

“Oh, c’mon…” you mumbled, but his question was sincere and you couldn’t help but blush lightly “… I am pretty sure I want to do this”.

He mumbled softly, as he grabbed something from his back pocket, as you lightly lowered pants and boxers in one move,

And you weren’t disappointed,

He was definitely a big guy.

Larger than longer, with a light curve that made you painfully ache for having him inside of you, already half-hard, and your hand gently moved up and down on him, in a gentle foreplay that was completely uninterested about the knocking on the door, eventually dissipating in curses.

“… gotta be quiet baby” he commented, as he pushed his wallet on the side of the sink, getting a condom out of it, something for which you were thankful, because although you were on birth control, he was a complete stranger to you, and although the thrill of it just made it all just more daring, you would have preferred avoiding anything that might have given you an awful month “… I don’t know if you will, since I’ll make you feel fucking good”.

You just smirked at him, with a smile that told him ‘I can take it, sweetheart’.

And he just silenced it with pushing himself inside of you.

The penetration gave you an unpleasant stretch, and you needed a minute, as your whole body shifted against him, completely pushing himself in your arms, and to his credit he didn’t do much more than steady you, as he gave you the time to adjust yourself on him, till your whole body relaxed but your own insides.

Gripping him tighter.

Goading him closer and deeper.

And he gently set up a slow rhythm, making you feel each inch of him, till you were hypnotized with the way his hips moved against you, his upper body lightly stroking your clit, as wetness oozed down him, lubing him up, as he took up more speed and you found your back pushed against the mirror with such intensity that you were sure it would have been broken soon.

But you couldn’t give a fuck.

He gently pushed you in another position turning you around, so that you could face the mirror, meanwhile he took you from behind, the angle being deeper and the slight curve of his cock hitting the perfect spot.

And the fact that you could see yourself being fucked by him was only a bonus.

The way his face became so deformed by pleasure gave it all some kind of dreamish state, as the pleasure intensified desperately and you were there just on the right spot, but not enough stimulation was there for you, till he brought a finger in your mouth, and you sucked him inside, looking at the wanton expression on your face, before you closed your eyes.

And pleasure overtook you.

It didn’t take him too much time for him to finish alongside you, as his hand lightly went in your hair again, pushing as a way to grip on reality for a last time and your muscles spasmed around you, desperately and tightly in a way that almost made you wonder how it would have felt to have his seed on you.

And not in a plastic wrapper.

But for now that was all you could do.

Your legs trembled but he steadied you, something that definitely gave him more credit than you thought, expecting him to simply tug himself back in and disappear, maybe stand a bit next to you, to wash himself, but to his credit he gently  handled you better, till you were again seated against the sink, the facet now digging painfully in you.

But you were definitely sore in more pleasurable places.

He gently got you back in your dress, adjusting your bra on your sweaty skin, too sensitive for the powerful orgasms you had felt, his silken touch making goosebumps appear on your skin, as your nipples lightly peaked and he couldn’t stop himself from gently sucking one after the other in his mouth, as you moaned almost as a protest.

“Don’t start something you won’t finish” you warned him, as his eyes twinkled with teasing happiness.

“… I would… but I do think that people need this restroom” and he was right, since you felt somebody halfway through calling the security and you shouted out calmly a soft ‘sorry, I just stained my dress and I am trying to get the stain away’ “… but if you want, I can… leave you my number, for more fun…”.

Which you were tempted to take, honestly.

He was handsome, he had a good dick game and he was definitely respectful of boundaries.

But you knew these things always got too complex for you.

First of all because had you given him your number, you would have to admit the truth and secondly as much as you were free right now a partner that was repeated a few more times was dangerous, because feelings might be developed.

“… I…” but how could you let down a guy like this.

“… you aren’t the type” a sad smile appeared on the man’s face, no hard feelings for sure, but definitely uncomfortable at your rejection and you couldn’t help but simply nod “… got it, well it was fun till it lasted”.

And to his merit he didn’t do anything that might have been rough against you, choosing to instead smile politely as he cleaned himself a bit, before he exited with one last look at you, as if to check if you had changed your mind, but you simply stood painfully uncomfortable off the sink as you dabbed a bit more the stain.

“… thank you for the suggestion and…” ‘…the fucking amazing sex’.

“You are welcome”.

And with that he disappeared from the restroom, as you thought he’d disappear from your life.

The only trace of him was the faint stain on your dress and the slight blush on your cheeks as you joined Abigail again.

‘… somebody got lucky’ she simply muttered, as she twirled her glass, another one in your hands, as your eyes searched for Duncan, he joined a few of the investors, but your eyes diverted immediately from that sight, worried the connection might be seen and questioned ‘… at least one of us got laid tonight’.

You simply elbowed her, as you smiled lovingly at the sponsors.

But you definitely felt rebirthed after the restroom session.

Maybe you were wrong about not seeing him again.

Not that you hadn’t to wait much to meet him again.

That morning you had been asked to take part at a reunion of the stable, alongside a few sponsors that you had found at the latest event, it was a way to get them to know the ‘talents’ they’d fund, and as you expected old and older people to approach you, you were surprised to find Duncan standing there.

Hadn’t he been a complete stranger to the F1 platform?

And as your grew nervous and more nervous, your stable director came up to you and Abigail, slinging an arm over you both as he moved to get you and present you to him, making you blush as much as he did, but he was extremely professional.

You couldn’t, when you discovered he was your newest sponsor.

‘Girls let me introduce to you both our latest sponsor’ your boss commented softly ‘Duncan Shepherd’.

And he was Duncan fucking Shepherd.

The heir to the Shepherd foundation.

What the fuck had you done?

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Duncan Shepherd (I don’t really have a taglist anymore, so if you are interested on being there for Michael do let me know, and I’ll add you, if I ever think about writing something for him again!):

@blakewaterxx​, @melodylangdon, @avocodys​, @ahsbitch​, @littlegirlsdontplaynice​, @accio-rogers​

[syven-siren]

Apology Not Accepted

Summary: Duncan gives the Reader a lesson in common sense. (Duncan Shepherd x Female!Reader)

Being the secretary for Duncan Shepherd is not an easy job. You never thought it would be, but sometimes you wonder why you tolerate half the shit he forces you to do. Maybe you just get off on the dominance and the way he enjoys torturing you. It’s not all bad though. You live for the occasional praise he gives to you even if it’s very rare. 

Following your boss’s orders, you let yourself into his apartment, finding it somewhat surprising that it’s so clean and organized it. Nothing like the bachelor pad you had imagined but then again he probably had a cleaning service come in every day. 

“Mr. Shepherd, I have the files you needed.” 

When he doesn’t answer after a few attempts to reach him, you worry something has happened. It’s unlike him to leave to you or anyone else unattended in his personal space for too long. Wandering further in, you peek through a couple doors. He’s still nowhere to be seen. 

“Mr. Shepherd?” You call out again. Opening the door to what you assume is another bedroom, you’re shocked by the sight of your boss fully naked with a towel in hand. Water droplets roll off his hair, down his back, and over the curve of his bare ass. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” You shriek. The stack of files is your arms scattering across the floor and becoming a jumbled mess. Duncan turns to find you frozen in place, staring at him. Unlike you, he doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by you catching him naked. Rather his attention is directed at the more than one hundred loose papers that are now out of order. 

Coming out of your stupor, you look away, hoping he doesn’t notice the deep blush covering your cheeks and tips of your ears. Dropping to your knees, you hastily attempt to collect the papers. Mortified, you just want to get out the room but it seems that for every paper you pick up, another six lay in another corner of the room.

“Leave them. Leave them! Go wait in the damn kitchen.”

Mumbling another apology, you stumble out the room, not wanting to anger him any further. Once in the kitchen, you internally scold yourself for what just happened. Your mind clouds with numerous ways to get out of this situation. The best you can come up with is that you should just resign. There’s no way to come back from this. 

Prepping yourself on what you’ll say, you don’t hear Duncan storming towards you. Only when his hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back do you recognize what danger you might be in. Your hand wraps around his finger, feebly trying to get him to let go. He slams you into the kitchen island, forcing your face down on the counter. Your cheekbone grinds harshly against the marble countertop. Pain erupts along the side of your face. There will definitely be a bruise there later. 

“Ahh! Please, I’m sorry.” You sniffle out pathetically. 

Standing on the tips of your toes, you try to gain some leverage to ease your suffering. As you shift your weight from foot to foot in an attempt to get away, your ass bumps into his towel-covered groin.

Your breath hitches when he presses against you further. The outline of his cock is snug in between your ass cheeks.

“What the hell were you thinking? Who told you to go snooping around my apartment, huh?” 

He doesn’t even let you get a word in before he’s ranting again.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you? I thought when I hired you, you’d be at least competent enough to handle simple tasks. Obviously, I was wrong. I think some punishment is in order.” 

“Yes, -"

“I’m glad you agree,” he says, cutting off the rest of your sentence. Backing away slightly, he flips your skirt up revealing your panties. 

A sharp slap bears down on the curve of your ass and you hiss. Squirming doesn’t help. It only causes Duncan to hit you harder. Tears begin to well up in your eyes. This is not what you expected when he mentioned punishment. 

“Mr. Shepherd, please I really didn’t mean-" You’re cut off again, this time by another smack to the ass. 

Leaning over you, his bodyweight presses you into the countertop even more. You struggle to catch your breath as he whispers huskily in your ear. 

“I’m going to fuck some sense into you.”

Never have you been so humiliated and turned on at the same time. This man has total control over you and it sends tingles down your spine.

“Don’t you dare move.” He commands, letting go of your hair. Too scared of his retaliation, you do as you’re told, keeping yourself pressed against the countertop.

Ripping your panties down your thighs, Duncan swipes two fingers through your glistening folds.

“You’re getting off on this. This is what you like? Is this what you wanted all along?” 

“No. No!”

Duncan laughs at your rushed comment and the quake in your voice. When you don’t hear or feel him, you tilt your head to see what he is doing. Your vision is blessed with the sight of his towel dropping from his waist, giving you an amazing view of his cock. 

Taking notice of your staring, Duncan places in hand in between your shoulder blades and shoves you back down. 

“I told you to stay down. You really need to learn how to listen.” He places emphasis on his words by thrusting into you suddenly. Unprepared, a scream rips from your throat but the pain is quickly replaced by a building pleasure. Duncan’s hips snap quickly, his tempo is unreal. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. 

“You’re so tight. If I knew you are like this, I would have punished you sooner. I thought about pounding into this pretty little pussy for so long.” 

Grabbing you at the elbows, he tugs your arms behind you. The new position forces you back to arch, allowing his member to hit deeper within your awaiting core. Your shoulders begin to ache and your chest bouncing even with the support of your bra. Your orgasm is so close that your body begins to tingle, a pin and needles sensation spreading throughout your limbs. 

“Mr. Shepherd. Fuck, please. I’m so close.” 

Duncan’s cock barrels into you, hitting the perfect spot over and over again. The way you clench around him and whimper his title pushes him to the breaking point. One. Two. Three more hard strokes and he stills inside you. His cock pumps ropes of cum into you, coating the walls of your pussy. 

You mewl in appreciation but still crave your own orgasm. Duncan denies you that though. Instead, pulling out to watch his cum dribble out your abused hole. Releasing your arms, he turns you around, patting your ass and pushing you towards his bedroom. 

“Now go clean up those damn papers. Then wait for me on the bed. I’m not done with you yet.” 

A/N: The gif is not mine; credit belong to @codyfernsource​

[certifiedmoth]

Duncan cuddles. That's it that's the prompt

Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Anybody who knew Duncan Shepherd would not have taken him for the type to enjoy cuddling.

He was a cold and calculating man to the world.

But to you, he was different.

With you, he could let down his walls and be vulnerable, showing a completely different, tamer side to him that he actually didn’t know existed for most of his life. Not until he met you, at least.

His relationship with you changed him in more ways than one – it was something he would be eternally grateful for.

He craved your touch, needed your warmth… Depending on another person was odd for him, but he grew to rely on your love and comfort.

Cuddling, in a way, had become his favorite thing to do with you besides pushing you down on the bed or cornering you against the wall and having his way with you, of course.

The closeness he felt to you, as your body rest against his, comforted him beyond anything else.

It was something he could never get enough of.

~

Mornings with Duncan were always the sweetest, when you two would wake up before his alarm went off and melt into one another under the sheets. Still naked from your intimate adventures from the night before, he’d pull you close to his body. The warmth radiating from his chest, as he wrapped his strong arms around you, always made not drifting back to sleep nearly impossible.

He’d place small, tender kisses to your neck, taking his time as he traveled down your shoulder and arm; his large hand finding its resting place on your hip. He’d turn you on your back, admiring your peaceful expression as you fought to keep your eyes open, desperately not wanting to fall back asleep before he had to get up and get ready for work.

His lips would find their way to yours, placing the softest of kisses there, so light it felt as if you had imagined it. But there was no mistaking the rough graze of his stubble against your cheek, the burn so delicious and comforting it caused a sleepy smile to spread across your face; something that would make his heart flutter.

“I have to get up, angel…” he’d whisper, stroking your cheek gently as you took notice of how your legs were still tangled underneath the sheets.

The pout that adorned your face would make him feel a warmth that cascading from his cheeks all the way down to his chest. “Stay just a little longer?” your voice was heavy with sleep as your hands held him close to you, as if to say you weren’t ready for him to disappear just yet.

“Okay, five more minutes,” a happy sigh would leave his lips, as he settled next to you once again, wrapping his arms around your frame and placing small kisses to your hair.

~

As wonderful as mornings were, there was something about weekends and the unrestrained time you two had together that really set your heart ablaze. Your morning routine would be extended until nearly lunch time, the both of you not wanting to leave the comfort of each other’s bodies until absolutely necessary.

You would always make plans to go out, see the town, enjoy dinner at a lovely restaurant, but most of the time (you were afraid to admit), those plans were thrown away and instead replaced with the comforting familiarity of staying home, watching movies, ordering takeout, having lots of sex, and cuddling.

Life was sweetest when you didn’t have to share him with the world; it was something he would wholeheartedly agree with you on.

You were both a bit possessive like that – you didn’t like sharing what was yours.

Plus, cuddling on the couch with his arms wrapped securely around you was just so much better than going out and being around other people.

You could simply just be when it was you two. You didn’t have to worry about appearances or whether somebody would come up to Duncan asking about the Foundation. You could relax… truly relax. It was comfortable being in the arms of each other.

~

Weekends were always a nice little get away from the world, but as much as you wanted tostay in that little bubble with Duncan forever, work was still a thing that existed.

After cuddling you for a bit in the mornings, he’d leave to get some work done and you would do the same. You enjoyed your work but you enjoyed being with your lover more. That’s why the drive home was one of the most exciting parts ofyour day.

Walking through the front door of your shared apartment, you’d usually be greeted with a tired, but happy looking Duncan, usually just having gotten home himself.

“Hi baby… good day?” he’d ask, wrapping you up in his arms and holding you a bit longer than normal, breathing in your familiar scent.

You’d hum in response, finding comfort in his warmth and the way his cologne infiltrated your senses.

“I brought food home from that place on fifth, since I had a meeting over that way, I hope that sounds good to you,” he’d place a kiss to your forehead, finally letting go of you to make his way to the kitchen where the takeout boxes were. “How about you put a show on and I’ll bring over the food?” he’d wink at you, slapping you lightly on your ass before disappearing into the kitchen.

“Mindhunters?” you’d yell, crossing your legs on the couch and grabbing the remote.

“Sure, babe!” he’d yell back; the faint sound of Duncan cursing from dropping one of the utensils making you laugh.

“Hurry up, old man,” you’d look back at him balancing the boxes and plates in his hands.

“Shh, I’m only one year older than you. And, I’d watch that mouth of yours, littlegirl,” he’d wink, sitting down next to you, grabbing a plate for yourself and him before nuzzling close to your body.

It was the sweet domesticity of your everyday lives that made you both swoon when you thought of your relationship.

~

However, life wasn’t always a walk in the park.

There were times when you were upset and needed a little extra comfort… A dear friend losing interest in you, your boss giving your coworker the promotion you had worked so hard for, or simply your mood shifting suddenly while you were on your period.

Regardless of the reason, he always there for whatever you needed.

It was actually quite amazing how well he could read you; it was truly scary at times. He’d be able to tell that something was wrong just from a quick glance your way, but overall, it was something you had grown to be appreciative of.

Sometimes he didn’t know the right thing to say or exactly how to fix whatever you were going through. But what he could do was convey just how loved you were through his touch.

He would come up behind you, lacing his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest and holding you close to him while he placed small kisses to your neck.

“What can I do, angel? How can I help you? Do you want to talk about it or...?” He’d trail off, moving his head and noticing your somber expression.

With your head shaking slightly, you’d whisper, “No, just hold me, please…”

He’d place his lips against your skin again, kissing you lightly and squeezing his arms around you a bit tighter. “I can do that,” he’d whisper, his words a bit muffled as he continued placing kisses to your neck and reassuring you that he was there for you.

Although, it was rare for you be extremely upset to the point of crying, it was even more rare to see Duncan like that.

There were times where you’d walk into his home office and instantly notice the tension in the air. A loud sigh would erupt from the back of his throat and he’d cover his face in his hands, feeling the overwhelming pressure of work bearing down on him.

You’d come around his desk and lace your hand through his hair, massaging his scalp. A small moan would leave his lips from the relief of tension so tightly wound up in him. With his eyes closed, he’d melt into your touch and forget, even for a moment, of all the worries that filled him.

“Come lay with me on the bed for a little while?” you’d whisper, watching his frustrated look go away with each stroke of your hand through his loose strands.

“Don’t have time, babe,” the sadness in his voice crushed you and you knew in these moments, that if you could take all of his worries and put them onto you, you would in a heartbeat.

“I promise it’ll make things better,” you kissed his cheek tenderly, trying to talk him into relaxing with you for just an hour or so.

“Only if you keep doing that thing with your hand.”

~

The rough times were inevitable as you were only human and felt things intensely as you went through life. But thankfully, they were rare. The good definitely outweighed the bad, no question about that.

Something that did happen a lot, however… something you two just couldn’t seem to get enough of, was sex.

It was as if your bodies were made for one another.

It was rough, and it was loving. It was slow and it was fast. It was nonstop and it was otherworldly.

But we don’t need to get into that.

Something that always followed after your heated, passionate moments together, was a calm and caring touch.

Whether you were in bed, or on the couch, or on the private beach of your villa, Duncan always took care of you and assured you how deep his love for you was.

He’d hold you tight in his arms, placing featherlight kisses to your lips; the sensation making your heart melt and your love for him deepen.

“You know you’re my favorite girl?”

You’d nod, smiling against his lips.

“And you know I’d do anything for you?”

You’d nod again, a small giggle escaping you.

“And for the love of everything good in this world, please, tell me you know how much I love you…”

“Yes, I know how much you love me, Duncan,“ you’d place a small kiss to his smiling lips, his stubble rubbing against you deliciously.

“Okay, good… As long as you know.”

[codyfernmorelikedaddyfern]

My Much Better Half - Duncan x fem!reader

Hi Guys! Remember when I talked about the fact that I would write something about Xavier today?

Well here is a big old pile of Duncan Shepherd fluff.

Suggestions are more than welcome :)

Description: After feeling under the weather for a few days, you discover that you are expecting yours and Duncan’s first child. His reaction? Take you to Paris to celebrate.

Warnings: I wrote some much fluff that I might actually be ill. Also flashback smut. and then more fluff? And somehow it’s 4.6k+ words. Did I mention fluff?

Flashback sequences are in bold italic. Present day is in regular font.

You stepped in the elevator door, tugging nervously on your own fingers as you pressed the button to reach the top floor. Everyone you walked past gave you a respectful nod accompanied with a “Miss Y/L/N”. You had hoped this little visit to your boyfriend of 4 years would be a discreet one but for some reason, this time around, it looked like all eyes were on you and your legs nearly gave out under the weight of the crushing pressure.

You would usually enter the premises with your fingers intertwined in Duncan’s, his smile taking all of the attention off of the heavy title that was “Mr. Shepherd’s other half”. When it comes to exiting, the brunette would guide you straight to the underground parking where you would both jump in a car and get driven home to arrange his lunch and yours.

 Such appearances were rare and the need to leave in secrecy was nearly a must since every time your name was mentioned, a flock of paparazzi would welcome you at the entrance of the skyscraper and the anxiety and stress of being in all sorts of tabloids was not something you were looking forward to it. It was a lesson the both of you learned the hardest of way.

 A groggy Duncan woke you up as he slid out of your shared bed and you immediately informed him of your state. You had been feeling sick for a couple of days and silently prayed it was only due to undercook chicken from the take away down the road but when it carried through Monday, you noticed the clockwork pattern. Whimpering out of bed, you quickly dialled your boss, informing them you would not be able to come in today right before you spewed your bile in the porcelain bowl.

A look of concern shrouded you as Duncan swiftly came and rubbed your back, now covered in a thin coat of sweat. He had been supportive to your need to remain home and he promised he would keep his phone on loud so he would be able to quickly pick up your calls and rush home in case you needed him. “We’ll go to the doctor tomorrow if you don’t feel any better, okay, darling?”

 The ring of the elevator pulled you out of your stupor, a fresh gulf of air and busy office noise filling your ears and lungs. Any time you had to come in with your partner, you were always well dressed and your hair was neatly pulled together however you did not have the time for glamourous looks today.

You gingerly stepped out into the open plan office, stepping as confidently as possible to the large wooden door and heavily knocking on it. “Come in?” you heard from the other side. Your fingers wrapped around the metal handle of the door, pushing it open. One arm rested against the edge with the large windows of his office, the other wrapped around a glass of scotch.

 The creaking of the door twisted Duncan around, his usual relaxed expression lighting up his face once you passed the doorway, pushing the wooden panel closed behind you. Worry grew deep in your belly as you stepped towards your lover “Y/N! I wasn't expecting you!”, his lips delicately wrapped you in a tender kiss, dismissing the half full glass of whiskey to gingerly surround your cheeks, still cold for the outside.

Expecting was the only word you were hoping the brunette would avoid. “What brings you in my office, sweetheart? Is everything alright? Still feeling ill?” he perched himself on the edge of his desk, sipping on his scotch once more. “I need to talk to you about something” you bit your lip, trying to hoist yourself next to him. His dark brows drew closer in confusion and worry.

 “What's going on, honey, he asked, framing your face once more.

- We have a problem and I'm scared of your reaction...

- W-What do you mean? Are you- leaving me, he enquired, standing up and lodging himself around your thighs, his hands resting on your hips.

- Oh no! You replied. Duncan, I'm late.

- Oh, honey, It's okay, I'll call a cab for y-hang on...”

 It took a lot for you to not laugh at his naïve remark. His bright blue eyes widen in shock, his hands dropping from their perch as he gingerly stepped back. Worry grew inside your gut once more as he was withdrawing from you. “Y-You're pregnant?” he asked, trembling still. Averting your gaze from him, nodding. Gritting your teeth to keep your jaw from quivering in terror that this might be the reason why he leaves you. “I did three tests and they all came back positive”.

“And, it's- it's mine, right?” he asked again, taking a confident step forward to inch himself closer to you. “Of course, you idiot” you scoffed slightly, lifting your eyes to dive deep into the ocean blue of his own gaze. You trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, not surprised that he still had that effect on you even after he made you his so long ago. His beauty would never cease to mesmerise you and you couldn’t understand how in Heaven or Hell he ended up being yours.

“Honey, if you don’t feel ready, we can… wait…” you tried, the feeling of him slipping off of your grip still lingering in your thoughts. “So that means I'm going to be a father...?” he gasped, ignoring your remark, a timid smile crept across his face as you nodded just as sheepishly as he grinned. Duncan paced around his office, muttering some sort of plan of action on how he would break the news to his mother and mainly to the world.

He then paused his erratic prowling just as you noticed the tears staining his cheeks. He looked up at you and, not as good as you were at hiding your emotions, he burst out in a stream of tears, rushing against you to hold you tight and close in his warm embrace.

 “Have you ever been to Paris?” he asked and the next thing you knew, he was escorting you out of the large Shepherd Freedom Foundation building he had just spent the last 35 minutes blabbering about baby names and how you would decide on the education of your child and when you would start planning your next one.

It took all your efforts to bring him back down to Earth, where life was still going day by day. He excused himself as you both jumped in a cab straight to your flat.

You had approximated the night it had happened. You were both really goods with protection. You were on the pill and in dark times of needs, Duncan made a small stash of condoms. You vividly remembered a couple of weeks back, on your anniversary, when you had been busier cooking up a meal for the both of you than taking the small medicine.

 The sound of the door opening sent an excited shiver down your spine. Tonight would be special regardless of the outcome of your spinach lasagne. Tonight, you celebrated 4 long years of love and dedication to one another. Duncan's smile grew wide as his eyes met yours. You wore his favourite little black dress underneath the “kiss the cook” apron he had gifted you for your birthday a couple of months back.

A full dinner and one and a half bottle of your favourite red wine later, he was on you, ripping breathes and gasps out of your lungs. He had you exactly where he wanted you, in the largest crook of his heart and each passing day, you were gaining more and more of him.

It felt like the first time again. Your fingers trembling, the both of you heavily inebriated except that this time, you had gone through many more dates. This time, you had loved and fucked each other down to the bone.

And with a man as stressed and frustrated as Duncan, you found him pounding into you more often than not.

 This time, he took the occasion present in front of him and his fingers explored you all over again. “I’m going to make love to you so good we’ll need tomorrow off” he whispered in the shell of your ear, a slight groan mixed to the sounds of his voice. With a drunken and mischievous expression, you quickly took off, running all the way to the bedroom in a fit of tipsy giggle. His footfall were on your tail, a soft laugh escaping from his chest.

In your usual clumsy habit, you slipped against the wooden floor of the bedroom, caught on your way by the toned arms of your lover, a string of chuckles still pumping out of your chest. In a careful, but still buzzed, swoop, he lifted you on your bed and crashed a loving kiss against your plump lips. His hands trailed from the base of your ankle as your tongue fought his for dominance. Duncan’s digits grazed the fabric of your stockings all the way up to the thick elastic band concealed underneath the cotton of your dress.

“Fuck… The garter belt, my only weakness” he groaned, amused, pushing another few laughs from you as you innocently shrugged.

The naïve façade only lasted a second as you felt the sharp sting of the garter coming off and slapping your skin, pulling your lip between your teeth in a soft moan. He played with them, toying with your impatience, his kisses becoming more desperate by the second while you allowed him to peel off the stockings then freeing you from the soft pair of panties.

 He took in the view, a heavy sigh filling his chest. “You make me so happy Y/N, I hope you know that”, he planted his lips against the supple skin of your inner thigh, then again, half an inch closer to your core, and another one. You mentally counted the kisses, expecting his kiss to meet your heat but he instead repeated the painfully slow ritual of kissing his way down your thigh, this time on the other side.

“So do you, Duncan” you gently moaned as he brought his lips closer to where you needed him the most. You lost your fingers in his brown locks right before the pushed his tongue, flat, and incredibly hot, through the length of your cunt, tasting you like he had done so many times before.

 A loud drunken moan escaped your lips as he went against you again, this time pushing his stroke past your folds to caress the throbbing bundle of nerves between your thighs. A contempt sigh left him as he started to suckle on your labia, one after the other. Countless time, you reminded him to be gentle, that the slow and soft drove you up the wall, and he learned his lessons.

Practically making out with your clit, he languidly looked up at you as you twisted and arched under the pressure he was applying. A mixture of torture and absolute ecstasy. Your gaze met his as your coil started to wrap in your belly. His pace gently quickened while his hands drew incoherent shapes on the skin of your outer thighs.

As you were brought closer and closer to the edge with mix mixture of strokes, nips and suckling from Duncan, he pushed two of his fingers deep inside of you. His lips were gentle but his fingers were exempt of the rules, roughly pounding against your sweet spot and in a string of moans, the thread holding you tight released, the tension suddenly ceasing in a chain of twitches and trembles.

Shaking heavily underneath the brunette, fully surrendering to his mercy while his lips jumped up against your jaw, the pad of his fingers helping you ride out your climax. He groaned and grunted as your toes curled, your hand tightly gripping the sheet only to let them go and immediately grab at them again.

 “So god damn beautiful” he whispered, his rough brushes steadily stopping and withdrawing from you. Making quick work of your clothes, you were both rendered naked, exposed to each other once again. Still short of breath, your fingers drove down his chest, caressing every inch of his toned body. Getting lost in the darkness of the room, your delicate fingers curled around his throbbing shaft, pushing out a sigh from Duncan. “Tonight, I’m making love to you” he muttered in your ear, gingerly pushing your hand away before he lined himself up with your glistening entrance.

“Tonight, I’m worshipping you” he said again, easing himself between your supple thighs. Broken I love Yous stemmed in the middle of your pleads for touch. The harsh stubble of your brunette scratched the sensitive skin of your neck before small pecks covered your throat and shoulders. His hips brushed against yours while his hands languidly wrapped around your waist, holding you nice and close to him.

 Delicate and gentle, he thrusted inside of you, brushing your walls in a crackling of whimpers. You rarely heard these squeals coming from Duncan but whenever these sounds crawled out of his throats, you were encourage to remember you were the only one capable of making him crumble.

Pushing your fingers in his dark locks and drowning in the blue of his eyes, nothing else mattered. You just wanted him for all eternity and you prayed every day you would keep him that way. The sweat shrouding both of your figures as he languidly pumped in and out of your heat sobered the both of you. A spark of realisation burst in his eyes but you could not put your finger on it.

That look usually blooms when he realises he forgot to put a timer on the over or he left the light of the bathroom on all day. Whatever he forgot to do that night was quickly dismissed as the only thing that broke the intense gaze linking both of your minds was a deep and loving kiss. Full of passion, you both drunk the syrupy taste of your affection.

 His thrusts quickened while that bubble grew in your belly once more. Contracting the muscles in your legs first, the sensation intensified, then you clutched his back, pushing you one step closer to the edge.

Duncan became a blabbering and whimpering mess, mewling your name and profanities as he climbed his own slope of ecstasy. “I’m so in love with you Y/N” he moaned again and that was the only push you required to have you tumble down the cliff of your release. The coil snapped and your walls fluttered tightly against his hard shaft, squeezing him so hard it was nearly painful.

 His harm reached up to grab the already broken wooden headboard of your bed, his digits grappling the material and violently yanking on it, shattering a new piece that would be tossed to the floor as his large cock spilled heavily inside of you. Heavy panting and loud moaning pulling the both of you to ride your climaxes.

 The driver looked back at you in the rear view mirror, apparently waiting for you to do something. “Y/N? Are you alright, darling?” Duncan pulled you out of your day dream and gently out of the car, holding your hand securely. “I was… Thinking, sorry” you excused yourself shyly while following the brunette to your apartment. Leading you into the foyer of your flat, he closed the door behind his back, lingering there as his eyes trailed against your, watching you walk into the living room.

 “Baby, he announced as he quickly stepped in the room behind you, if you don’t feel ready or if you are worried about it, I need to know.

-I-I’m fine, Duncan, I promise. But I still need to wrap my head around it.

- I’m right here if you need, okay? I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with the decision and the change but ultimately, I will support anything you chose to do.”

 His eyes planted into yours, your let the cold blues wash over you as you gently smiled and nodded. If this were to happen with anyone else but Duncan, you would second guess the outcomes however, you were sure about the choice you were both going to make in welcoming a new life in the world.

Before you knew it, you were already buckled in a plane, flying over the large body of water separating America from Europe. You had never been to Paris before and you didn’t think you ever would due to the multitude of unexpected calls both you and your lover would be subjected to but when it came to celebrating, your partner knew how to surprise you.

And before you knew it, the bumpy landing of the plane rattled your bones awake. Fatigue was definitely one of the symptoms you were experiencing in the very early stages of your pregnancy so sleeping through the flight was no issues for your tired body working so hard to make your womb the safest place it could be.

 You didn’t realise how lit up Paris was. It wasn’t called The City of Light for nothing after all. Duncan had apparently planned it all out. He brought his mother along with the both of you, expecting to announce the beautiful news of the pregnancy to her in an over the top manner like he was used to doing even if you had the sneaking suspicion, he had something else planned during the short trip you engaged in.

The night you both came out to the public after over a year of dating behind closed doors, he had taken you on a red carpet for a gala you were the furthest from being interested in. As if parading you around and introducing you to his peers as “This is Y/N, my much better half” was not good enough to announce to the world the blossoming passion between the two of you, he had organised the most beautiful fireworks you had ever seen.

It’s on that night he knew he loved you, his eyes devouring your from head to toe and it had not escaped his mother’s watchful eyes.

 Watching him grow closer to his mother was a beautiful change you were happy to have made blossom. The three of you made your way out of the small plane, entering the privately hired car Annette had taken care of. It was like the both of them had plotted this long ago.

Exploring the small streets of Paris all the way to the hotel room you would reside in, a series of hushed speeches took place between Duncan and his mother. Unbothered by it, you gentle slipped in and out of consciousness as sleep gained the better of you. You woke up in Duncan’s arms as he gingerly carried you through the halls of the hotel to rest you on the large bed before peeling your shoes off and tucking you in.

 “She must be drained if this is the first long distance flight she experience, Annette whispered.

-That’s why I didn’t want to wake her up, the male hushed, pushing a few strands of hair away from your face before standing up and walking towards his mother. Thank you for helping me organise this, mom.

-Don’t mention it, Duncan. I just hope you’re sure about it and that you are ready.

- I am, mom. I’ve never been more sure.”

 You dozed off again, the words broken and blurry in your ears. The soft kisses of Duncan across your shoulders woke you up as the gentle sunlight warmed your intertwined bodies. He had swapped your travelling outfit for some of your comfortable pyjamas while you rested peacefully. His toned arms pushed your back closer to his chest, breathing the soft scent of your skin. You could feel his smiling lips against your lips. “Rise and shine, beautiful. We have a busy day ahead” he whispered, painfully releasing your limbs from his embrace.

Oh how you loved how close he would hold you down in the morning. The tickling of his stubble teased you awake most of the time and you would remain laced within each other for as long as you could. The love you had for each other was so pure and beautiful.

 Walking from shops to shops, Duncan showered you in attention and gifts. When his mother joined the both of you for lunch, you offered for her to join the both of you in a few shops, hoping to watch your boyfriend and his mother bond some more in this beautiful.

 “That would be lovely, Y/N, Annette smiled warmly,

-We should be on our way already if we want to visit the last couple of shops on our way. Mom booked a table for dinner, Duncan stroked your hands as he motioned to the waiter for the bill.”

 You made your way out of the small restaurant, ready for some more shopping with your boyfriend, his mother hooked to his arm. It took about an hour for him to invite you in the large stores he had in mind but there was one he planned on bringing his mother to. Walking up the busy street, the brunette pointed at the neon sign in top of the shop. “Petit Bateau”. Annette look at the façade then back at him in confusion.

“Let’s have a look and pick something, shall we?” he enquired, smiling wide at his mother. Her brows drew closer, perplexed by his question. “I think you’re past the age of wearing bibs, Duncan” she scoffed, unsure on what to think. That’s only when he looked back at you, his smile growing only wider that his question started to click in her mind. He held out his palm to you, inviting you to join his side and you sheepishly stood by him, clutching his fingers with your clammy ones.

 “What does this mean” she wondered again, taking a careful step back as the tall frame of your boyfriend gingerly pulled you closer to the store. “Y/N is expecting” he announced in a small chuckle, her eyes growing further in disbelief. “Come on” he carried on, walking you inside of the store, his mother in tow, still shocked.

Your fingers unlaced from your man’s as you went alone for your own little wonder. Looking back shortly after, your gaze fell upon the tender embrace of Annette and her son, tears spilling from both of them. A silent exchange of words then took place before the tall brunette eagerly shook his head, wiping his teary eyes. His attention turned to you and he smiled fondly at you.

 You had not bought anything today and if you were to spend anything, this store was the one. You looked at the multitude of tiny coloured socks, browsing through swaddles and onesies while your fingers absentmindedly brushed against your belly.

The comforting arms of Duncan wrapped around you as you turned around, holding what you thought was the most adorable little ensemble to proudly show it to him. “That’s lovely, sweetheart, but I’m afraid we are starting to run short on time” he hushed you. You placed the new born outfit back and settled for a soft pyjama. As you walked towards the cashier, Annette met you with a tight embrace, whispering gentle words of encouragements and congratulations before taking the small hanger from your hands.

 Besides your protest, she purchased it, seemingly beaming of happiness and pride as she looked back at her son, the same look plastered on his face as he admired you. Slowly making your way to the car in a comfortable silence, you laced your fingers with your boyfriend, exchanging mischievous looks and cheeky smiles. The destination was a total mystery to you but as you watched the Iron Lady growing taller in the horizon, you started to wonder why you had not imagined that Annette would book at table on top of the Eiffel Tower. Guiding you to the small lift and grabbing at your hands, you felt your lover grow nervous, his eyes lost in the breath taking view of Paris’ horizon.

 Puzzled by the clamminess of his hands, you brought your palm to his cheek, feeling him melt into your loving touch. His gaze fell onto you and he took a deep breath as he read through your soft features. “You are so beautiful” he said as the lift reached the peak of the tower. Keeping your digits in his grasp, he invited you to step out of the elevator, following below you. Annette was waiting by a table, looking at your entrance. She motioned towards a corner that had no tables. “Let me take a picture of you two in front of the view!” she rejoiced, holding her phone up.

Your lover’s hands held on your waist as you walked to the decorated corner. Some soft music was playing in the background and you stood in position to let his mother snap a picture with you. She gave a discreet nod to her son as he slowly turned towards you, grabbing your delicate hands and bringing your knuckles for a kiss.

 “Y/N” he began, the clamminess of his hands had returned, if not worse this time around. “You are the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. I have never loved anyone as much as I’ve loved you and I knew from the moment I saw you watching the fireworks on that night we made it official that I had fallen in love with you and the privilege of having you now carry my child is the biggest honour I could receive” tears slowly piled at the edges of your eyes in realisation. You looked at him, watching his cheeks getting stained by salty streams of his own. “But I have another favour to ask you today, darling” he spoke in a halted breath before dropping to one knee, quickly retrieving a velvet box from his back pocket. His fingers reached up to yours again, his eyes now pleading and loving. “Y/N, will you do me the honour of become my wife?” he softly asked, displaying the stunning ring sitting in the cushioned box he now had opened.

 The ring was dainty and gentle, radiant with beauty. Lost in his eyes, you quickly wondered, how in the world would you even be able to say no? Nodding vigorously as your cries got muffled against his lips in a passionate kiss, he pulled away from you shakily reaching for the ring inside the box to slip it on your finger, a happy sod ripping through his chest as he smiled even wider.

His face turned to his mother, who was covering her mouth to muffle her own tears, and he gave her the dorkiest thumbs up.

She lowered her phone, which had been recording and rushed to hug the both of you tightly, letting a small weep escape her throat. “Welcome to the Shepherd’s family, Y/N” she said, touching your cheek warmly.

 “Oh, Annette, I’ve felt like part of your family from the day Duncan took me on our first date” you chuckled, looking at the ring then back at your, now, fiancé. Leaning in to drop a gentle kiss on your forehead, he bit his lower lips to hold back his grin. He had secretly worked on this whole trip for over a year and he meant to unfold it all for your anniversary but forgot about it’s date however, that was a secret he was willing to take to the tomb.

[blakescoven]

Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

Summary: You got a fashion degree and moved to DC to work as stylist assistant. Unexpectedly you meet a familiar face during a meeting and it seems there’s a spark between you two...but things may take a wrong turn.

A/N: Hey lovelies!! This is my first fic EVER, so be nice! Also, forgive any grammar mistake (English isn’t my first language). Since the ending is kinda open, I guess I could write a PART 2. I’m so happy to finally be able to post this one-shot, even though it sucks! I’d appreciate every comment/reblog/DM about it and about how I could actually improve my writing. This is a sort of experiment! I’m still trying to figure out “my style”. Oh and this is important: bold type means flashback, italics are Y/N’s thoughts and // means a few days passed! ENJOY and thank you for reading! I love you.

Warnings: mean!Duncan (just a little), making out and veeery light NSFW, plot!twist, lol I think that’s enough(?)

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31​

You were late again. It happened twice this week. But how could that happen? You had always been a punctual and reliable person, at night you ensured that the alarm was correctly set and you never went to bed too late, afraid to not being able to wake up the morning after. So how could it be possible? Maybe because of your jetlag, but after almost a month, well, this had become a really bad excuse. Then perhaps, the frenetic pace was already affecting you that much, making you too tired to hurry up and get ready. This couldn’t happen again; you were jeopardizing your new dream job because of this straggler behavior. While you were running along the streets of Washington DC, those were your recurring thoughts. Your wheezing and the speeded-up heartbeats, pounding in your hears, were drowning out any deafening noise coming from cars and traffic, which always filled the city driveways.

From the early hours of the day, the avenues were swarming with people going to their office, each of them withdrawn into oneself, busy minding their own business with their smartphones, bringing takeaway breakfast on the other hand. You were way too anxious and distracted from running breathlessly; you had already bumped into three stupid human beings, slowly strolling down the sidewalk like damn sloths. Every single step was followed by a quick glance at your cellphone screen, checking the time and ensuring there was no missed call of your boss.

If you knew anything in this world, it was that you had to take this job seriously, dealing with the fact that your exhausting dues would have allowed your eager ass to work your way up and finally become a fashion designer. So, you didn’t expect any great satisfaction to come very soon. And starting from the bottom was really tough. After years of studying and a well-deserved university degree, you were prepared for whatever the future might have brought. Despite that, you didn’t expect at all to end up in DC, working as a stylist assistant. Sure, this would have opened the door to your real dream job, be part of the style department, designing collections for a luxury brand. You had tried your luck moving to New York, but you ended up broke, with no savings left and no available job opening. For this reason, you decided to take that chance here. You hadn’t made any progress till now though. You were new, yes, but your tasks and assignments were hardly restricted to bring coffee or running around the Capital with tons of garment bags for upcoming fittings.

Finally, after that insane 3km rush, without even stopping for a second - no, you couldn’t afford an Uber ride every time -, you arrived. Your feet hurt like hell, your cheeks covered with scarlet shades like the worst of sunburns and your breath coming in short gasps…and your hair, oh dear Lord, it was a mess. You were sure you were also sweating. Luckily, Richard, your boss, was quite nice to you and somewhat tolerant; he was sincerely impressed by all your efforts, skills and abilities, so much that he wasn’t utterly certain what you were doing there.

Five minutes past the established hour and, thank God, the client hadn’t arrived yet. You didn’t have much information or details about that meeting. You only knew that you had to help during a fitting for a client, extremely influential on the political scene. He needed a few new looks and outfits for public appearances, interviews, and fundraising events. Of course, you assumed he would have been an old middle-aged white man, with too much money to count and eager for power.

Mr moneybags is getting late tho. Too busy making grands? you thought.

Meanwhile, you were trying to look more presentable, also to not risk damaging the brand reputation.

“Y/N?”

Your calves burned and, in that moment, you thought that bringing extra sneakers would have been a good idea.

“Y/N?!”

Since the client hadn’t arrived yet, maybe you could sit down and rest for a minute on that super comfy booth near the mirror…

“Y/N!!!! HELLOO!!!” Your train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by your boss’ yells, which suddenly caught your attention.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, I zoned out! Forgive me, what can I do for you?”

The man, a healthy and elegant 40ish brunette, looked at you concerned “Y/N I know it’s hard to settle down, but I need you to be 100% focused today. The man who’s coming is a big deal for us, he’s a powerful figure in Washington politics! He has recently taken her mother’s place as CEO of the family company. So, I want us to make a good impression!” after saying that, he looked at you from head to toe, a bit baffled.

“So…” he continued “…I need you to – in that moment you really hoped you were about to receive a major task, finally a turning point – ..to run to the bar across the street and buy some coffee, and come back quickly!” All your expectations fell apart in a sea of disappointment. “Hurry up!”

You put on a forced smile and went straight to the exit.

After having waited in line for centuries, you figured that probably the client had to have arrived, and therefore, just as you had started your day, you came back running as fast as you could, to save time.

You were holding the coffee cups in your left hand, while you were struggling to turn off your phone, which had started ringing. Opening the glass door with your hip, you were still trying to silence the ringtone, this, without even minding where put your feet up. Ugh, mom, stop calling me...always the worst timing! you screamed in your own mind, frowning. Before you could slow down your steps, one of your heels didn’t grip well the lacquered floor, making you stumble and trip. A sudden change in your balance and you couldn’t avoid slipping forward, causing the not-so-angelic flying of coffee directly on the special guest of the situation.

Damn it.

And to make matters worse, you fell to the ground, cursing the day you were born. Hell no, it can’t have really happened to me. You had just made a complete ass of yourself. You would have rather sink below the waves into the oblivion.

“OH SHIT SHIT SHIT I-I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know h-how it happened!” you were apologizing, still keeping your eyes fixed on the once-full cups rolling down the parquet, next to your badly chipped mobile touchscreen.

“The floor must be slippery…please let me make it up to you, I ca- ” you stopped all of a sudden when you lifted your gaze, for the first time since you had stepped in. Standing in front of you there was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. His piercing blue eyes were fixed on you, like two burning flames almost forming deep holes in your soul.

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

He was tall and his toned arms were easily visible through the once-white shirt. Now that expensive fashion piece was all covered by a huge stain of hot coffee. And it was your fault. You were speechless. Your attention all focused on the man’s features. Your gaze was busy running down those perfect shaped cheekbones and the sharp jawline. Oh boy, gods’ gift indeed.

Oddly familiar to you though.

You clearly remained to stare for too long to not be noticed, because the man himself broke the silence.

“Uhm, don’t worry” he seemed taken aback for a second “I’ll send it to the cleaners or I’ll throw it away, I don’t care” he said, immediately composing himself, while carefully unbuttoning the ruined shirt, with those long fingers... You were blushing. His low soothing voice sent shivers down your spine. But his tone was plain, no apparent emotion, he seemed almost indifferent, maybe even a little annoyed. Ah, pompous ass.

Your attention was caught by your boss, who, with a worried voice, while pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, proposed him to choose another shirt among the others and take it as an apology gift. The man accepted, nodding with a crooked smile and with smug remarks about the needlessness of gifts for a man as rich as him.

Cocky asshole! You mused, with a roll of her eyes.

Anxious to change the subject, Richard, started the introductions. “Mr Shepherd, she is my smart – but clearly clumsy – assistant, Y/N” at that very moment that name awoke the memories in your mind.

No. It can’t be true.

“Well, nice to meet you” he remarked “Y/N”, repeating your name like he was tasting it on his own tongue “..or so.” he added, with a stupid smug grin on his breathtaking face. When they shook hands, you felt a sort of jolt and realized you had been holding your breath all this time. You remained silent.

That was the same man you met 6 months ago on the flight you took to go to New York, when you moved for the first time. It was him the influential man of the meeting.

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

//

Duncan. This name was the only thing in your mind right now, while you were lying on the couch, in your little apartment, with a glass of wine loosely resting on your lower lip. Oh my God, did he recognize me? Did he figure out it was me? How had he called me that day? Oh, his angel, right. Fuck.

Your head hurt, but you couldn’t help but keep on repeat your two first meetings again and again in your mind. The Duncan Shepherd from today was completely different, compared to the man you had encountered on that plane.

He hadn’t talked about himself very much, just spilled that he was a businessman traveling for work. You had immediately noticed how mature he was to be in his late 20ish. And incredibly handsome. And charming. And seductive.

Ok, stop.

You still couldn’t understand why you. Among all the attractive available women he could easily have, during all the time of the flight, he had been flirting with you. You. He made you feel sexy, desirable and safe, after a very long time.

It was the first class. You were there because of a lucky misunderstanding. While the plane was taking off, you two had a moment, since he saw you panicking. You had started talking for real only two hours after having left Milan. The conversation started casually, then developed into a flirty game. Little did you knew that a few hours later, you would eventually find yourselves making out so much intensely, whilst the rest of the passengers was sleeping with lights off. This wasn’t like you; you were strangers after all. Damn, you only knew his first name. But you couldn’t help your crazy attraction towards him. A sort of electricity, a particular connection that you had never felt with anybody else in your life.

You were staring off into space, completely lost in your inner thoughts, while biting hard your lip and fidgeting with the hem of your oversize t-shirt. You nervously swallowed and closed your eyes. Your hand began to move from the fabric and wander over your bare legs, brushing them with your fingertips. Throwing back your head and swallowing again, you frowned and sighed. You couldn’t make those thoughts disappear. He got under your skin and no matter what you did, you couldn’t shake him.

His soft lips on yours, hot and peachy, the trailing of his wet open-mouthed kisses along your throat and the series of marks he was leaving on your skin, on the way down your collarbone. Feeling the smile of the other against your lips as you two kissed. The best feeling in the world. His small moans when you had pulled his lower lips between your teeth, while his hands were touching and roaming all over your body, as if he wanted to memorize each spot, each curve, each part of you. “Baby I wish it was just the two of us right now, damn, I want you so badly” he whispered. God, if they had been alone, you’d have gone further for sure. You were both turned on, you could tell, especially from the prominent bulge on his designer pants. All you wanted was to climb on top of him, straddling his hips, panting in his hear and feel his hot breath all over you. Intense was the craving to undress him, feel his skin against yours. Shit, it was like a living a dream.

The meeting had been canceled and rescheduled for tomorrow. The situation was quite unpleasant. What you were supposed to do now?

//

Judgment Day had come. You hadn’t slept at all, all night spent tossing and turning between the sheets and looking at the ceiling. How were you supposed to act now? Should you have mentioned anything? What was really killing you, was the feeling that ‘your moment’ had meant nothing for him. Yes, after 6 months, you had gone over it, also because you had no idea how to contact him. But after seeing him again, all the buried thrills came rushing back. You absolutely needed to test the waters today. What did you have to lose? Well, your dignity maybe. If he wanted to, Duncan could have easily said something. And of course, a man of his status could have anything, or anybody, he wanted. Maybe you were overthinking, maybe not.

Since it was almost dawn, and the sun was peeking through the blinds, creating a delicate play of lights and shadows on the curtains, you decided you could actually distract yourself choosing what to wear for the meeting. You shouldn’t have done it. Your bedroom had become a battlefield, all your clothes scattered all over it, like some lifeless leftovers of the closet, now empty. Almost like a little bomb went off. You kept trying combinations on combinations, each time taking off the pieces and throwing them away anywhere around you, as if you were on the verge of a breakdown. It was still a business meeting; you couldn’t dress up too revealing or doll up too much. But at the same time, you’d never give up on being yourself and express your personality through what you wore. Respecting yourself was the most important thing. Self-love. However, this didn’t solve the problem at all. You wanted to appear at your best, challenge him, in a subtle way.

On your way to the office, an unexpected call tuned you away from your own thoughts.

“Richard! Good morning! Are you calling me for coffee? Because I’ve already stopped off at the bar, now tell me who is the best assistant in the whole world?! And I’m not even late!” your smile vanished as soon as your boss answered.

“WHAT?! What does it mean you won’t be there today?” Your heart skipped a beat and started pumping so much blood through your veins, that you felt as a heatwave was rushing inside of you. “W-well if you have family issues, we agree that it’s necessary to postpone the gathering..I-” your eyes widened at the realization that you’d be alone. With Duncan.

You almost fainted on the spot.

“I’m sure you can handle it on your own! You can still reach me with a phone call, if you ever need me. Plus, don’t you think this would be the right chance to prove yourself and finally level up, get noticed and considered for that vacant position in the style & design dep.? My money’s on you, girl!”

How could you blame him, though? He was always so encouraging.

You sighed through the phone, so he added “Look, it won’t be hard. Remember that Mr Shepherd is in your hands. We have to turn him into one of the brand advocates; he’s young, a self-made man, the best choice to promote the brand awareness. It’s up to you now.”

Wow, that’s very reassuring you figured, shaking your head.

“Ok, you can do this, I have to go now, let me know how it goes. Bye!” Fuck.

“W-wait! I can’t do that withou-” he has already hung up. Looking up to the sky and letting out a frustrating grunt, you allowed yourself a childish whine and mumbled a ‘why me’.

Now you were standing outside the building, trying to collect yourself before entering. You were wearing an oversized see-through blouse, tucked in a black knee-length skirt, and an *accent color* blazer with rolled-up sleeves, to complete the look. You were ready to fight. No more clumsy bullshit.

Breathe, remember to breathe you reminded yourself, looking at the elevator door.

You strode next to the receptionist’s desk, Tiffany, or, as you liked to call her, ‘Crazypants’; since her eyes were always so disturbingly wide open – Does she ever blink? – and her hair painfully pinned back, so tight that must have hurt her. She seemed a cross between a barbie and a psycho killer. As soon as you walked by her desk, Crazypants greeted you overly excited, calling you with her earsplitting high-pitched voice. You put on your fakest smile and replied,

“Morning Tiff, uhm, I wish I could stay and chat, but I have work to-”

“The client is already here. He’s waiting for you in the fitting room” she winked. Hell, you hoped your blushing wasn’t so obvious, you couldn’t even have a few minutes to be psychologically prepared. Well, maybe better pull off the band-aid.

“Thank you for warning me! I’ll be right there” you answered. Not even before your exams you felt all this pressure.

Why is it always so hot?!

Walking along the hallway as if you were going to your own execution, you found yourself in front of the door of the rehearsal room. You gently opened it and entered. Do you know when, at some point in movies, there’s a slow-motion moment with background music?! There it was. Precisely. He had his back turned, gazing the skyline through the glass wall. And the second he heard the clicking of a pair of heels, he turned his head, smiling at you and looking intensely at your figure. You were about to die for real now.

How could someone be so beautiful?

His hair perfectly styled, his hot stubble,... Oh, that stubble was your weakness. You could already feel it between your legs and…

“Hey hey, easy with that” he teased with his deep honeyed voice, pointing the take-out coffee cups you were holding. You winced and giggled

“I’ll never stop apologizing about that, ehm, incident…but if you want one, go ahead!”

You looked at each other smiling for a while, until you had to break the silence and eventually get down to business. “So, I guess it’s better if we start…Mr Shepherd, so then you’ll be free to go back to work”, he exhaled and nodded

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

You saw a sort of shift in his features. His face went blank. He adopted a bossier and intimidating position, like last time. Ok, maybe he just wants to keep it professional, I understand.

“When is Richard coming?” he questioned while taking his trench coat off. “To be honest, it’ll just be me today, but it’s all right, you’re in good hands” you slightly smiled. He sighed again and you rose your eyebrow, taking it as an unspoken insult.

“Is there a problem?”

“Well, yes, I didn’t come here to waste my time with a newbie assistant.” Your jaw dropped.

“Excuse me?”

“No need to get upset darling, this is what you are, after all” he stated shrugging. You were speechless; yes, you were an assistant, but the way he said that, as if you were a dumb zero…What an asshole.

“Oookay, since I’m here..let’s continue” he glanced at you, waiting for her next move. “I agree, you can change in the wa-” you paused; he was literally undressing in front of you.

“What? There’s nothing you’ve never seen...I guess” You were confused…was he teasing you or something? “You should be more professional, I’m saying it for you”, your rage slowly increasing and flowing throughout your entire body. He was a completely different man, with all those unnecessary mean remarks. He gave you mixed feelings. You would have punched him, but at the same time, contemplating his perfectly-shaped heavenly body, his toned muscles, his thighs..you wanted to jump on him, kiss him and be his, in every way possible.

“You’re staring.”

“W-what?! No. I’m waiting for you to finish undressing, so I can give you the first change to wear..”

“Sure.”

You’d already had enough of his attitude. “I suggest starting with this evening suit, since Richard told me you’ll attend a charity gala in a few days.”

“Hush, please, save it. I don’t need all your pointless suggestions. I can handle it by myself.” he seemed almost..angry? You didn’t know how to hit back anymore. Why was he acting like that, all of a sudden? He tried on a few different outfits while you were staying there, silent, shifting your weight from a leg to another, your eyes wandering through the room, your lips pressed into a thin line and your mind trying to figure out what was happening. Duncan, noticing the tapping of your fingers on your thigh, rolled his eyes and gave you an annoyed look.

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

“Why don’t you do your job and bring me some water, or take notes, or whatever you get paid for?”

“My job is helping you find a set of appropriate clothes for various occasions, trying to create the right mix & match that suits your taste and personality...” you retorted in a plain tone.

“Oh, thanks for the not required explanation, Wikipedia..”

“..but I’m not stupid, I know what a fucking stylist does” he was pushing your buttons.

“If you’d allow me to do my job, instead of questioning me, I could recommend something..”

“No need to whine, baby girl…So do it, instead of staying there like a scared little girl.”

“If relying on someone to select your wardrobe really bothers you..why don’t you choose them by yourself?” you sassed, struggling to remain polite.

“Well, I’ve demanded the help of a professional, not that of a ‘coffee-bringer’…and I’m wasting my time here”.

Ok, that’s enough.

He was still a client, but for you being treated like that wasn’t acceptable anymore. “You know what? I don’t fucking care if I get fired after saying these words. But I’m done with your dumbass comments. You’re a douchebag. I’m trying to do my job and, just because you’re rich and influential, you think you can treat me like that. Like I’m trash?” you were finally giving in to an outburst “The saddest thing is that I really hoped you would remember me. About that moment we shared 6 months ago, on that flight to New York. But obviously, I’ve given it much thought. Turns out that I’m just one of many, aren’t I? I’ve been thinking about you for weeks and when I saw you again, it all came flooding back. I’m so stupid. It’s not your fault, I was wrong to think that day could have really meant something.”

While talking, you were struggling to hold back the tears, you weren’t supposed to look pathetic, but your eyes were already watering. “So, do me a favor: end this meeting now. I’ll call Richard and tell him to take care of you, since you do not believe I’m capable enough to fulfill your needs..”

“..oh and don’t worry about seeing me again, I don’t want anything to do with you! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got work to do.” you spat, entering the small wardrobe room, without bothering to switch on the light, hoping that your angry tears would have remained unnoticed in the darkness and that Duncan would have gone for good. So you started moving crutches on the clothes stand, to make room for those outfits to restock over.

Unexpectedly you felt an arm around your waist, holding you tightly. It was Duncan. He hadn’t left.

His body pressed against yours, you were paralyzed, his arms keeping a firm grip on you. What’s happening? You knew you should have pushed him back and kick him out, but something inside you decided against it. It was like a part of your dumb heart wanted to stay still in that position forever. You two remained silent, until he whispered in your hear, with his hot breath and his cologne filling your nostrils - a mixture of cinnamon, sandalwood and tobacco.

“I’m sorry..” he sighed. He sounded sincere.

“..I went too far.”

Now your own hands were resting upon his arms. You could feel the heat his body was radiating right now. With a honeyed soft tone, he murmured “Please forgive me, I don’t know what came over me. It’s just that having you standing here again, in front of me, stunned me. I didn’t know what to do and I misunderstood your demeanor. I thought you were pretending nothing had happened, or that you didn’t recall that day, or that you simply didn’t care.”

His hold slowly loosened, allowing you to turn around and look at him with narrowed eyes and a puzzled expression, without a word.

“Uhm, I’m not very good at communicating my emotions, but you’re right. I’ve been a dick. You didn’t deserve it, but I was overwhelmed by the attempt to suppress my own feelings. Since I saw you again,”

he paused,

“you are all I can think about.” he admitted, stroking your tear-stained cheek with his thumb, but you tried to resist him,

“I hope you’re not trying to play me, because otherwise I’ll smash that stupid hot smirk to the ground.”

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

“God, you’re so damn sexy when you’re mad.” he teased, coming closer.

“What?” you giggled. He stared at your lips “I just can’t stop thinking about kissing you right now…” and unexpectedly, his hand drifted to your hip, pulling you even closer. You inhaled deeply. You were against his warm chest, sculpted to perfection. Why must he be so perfect? You placed your hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead you left it there. You froze, from both fear and excitement.

You two stared into each other’s eyes and his breathing quickened as did yours. He slowly leaned in, so his forehead rested against yours. You closed your eyes. Your faces were inches apart now, and he lightly traced your lips with one finger. His other hand placed behind your neck, shortening the distance even more.

Your noses bumped and your mouths matched up slightly-opened, breathing each other’s air directly. He brushed his lips against yours and you freaking loved it. You loved the way your body melted into his. The way your lips perfectly fitted like two puzzle pieces. The way Duncan held you tighter and tighter. It sent shivers down your back. His only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under your layers and feel your smooth skin.

You two broke the kiss for a second to catch your breath. Then he pulled you in, claiming your mouth again, hungry and intense. Duncan lowered his hands down your hips, cupping your ass and dragging you impossibly close. You deepened the kiss swallowing his groan of pleasure as you lost into each other, no space between you two. His hands were exploring your body, while you grabbed his hair tightly to restrain your own moans.

Slowly, you started exploring each other’s mouths with your tongues. Sometimes sucking his lower lip and biting it a little bit. He started kissing your jaw and leaving hickeys on your neck. He didn’t want to let you go, so he pulled you again and kissed you so hard, with much more intensity. He squeezed you, suggesting that he wasn’t going to stop. You didn’t mind at all and continued making out.

He slowly put his hands under your blouse, trying to reach and unhook your bra, eager to run his fingers along your breasts and rub it. You began unbuttoning his button-down, seductively leaving wet kisses and love bites on his chest. He moaned. Then Duncan raised your blouse and took it off completely, so he could see you.

“You’re beautiful” he purred, and started massaging your chest and kissing it hardly, licking and biting gently your nipple. While Duncan was playing with your body, you could only keep on tugging his hair, making his moans vibrate against your body. Then he kneeled down kissing your stomach.

Both of you couldn’t silent your groans anymore, the entire room was filled by sexual noises. But you didn’t care at all. You knew where it was going. Duncan pushed you against a wall, grinding on you and you could clearly feel his hardness pressed against your body. You needed more friction.

“Jump.” he suddenly hinted, and used his veiny arms to hold you up by your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Your core was throbbing at that very moment.

But you were brought back to planet Earth right after; that divine feeling was ruined by a pesky thought that clouded your mind.

What if he’s just interested in sex?

He sensed your sudden slowing down. “If you want me to stop, tell me now,” he whispered. When you remained silent, he brushed his mouth against your temple,

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

then your lips were against his, again. You kept undressing slowly, savoring the moment.

But that damn thought came back, stuck in your mind. And eventually it hit you. “Wait…wait” you said, trying to steady your breathing.

“What’s wrong angel? I did something wrong or..” he questioned worriedly. “No, not at all, it was perfect..but I don’t think this is right.”

“Wait what?! Why?” Duncan replied in disbelief.

“I’m not a yes girl, Duncan. I’m not looking for casual hookups, I really want to know you better and see where this leads us.” you smiled reassuringly, caressing his cheek. You were scared as fuck. Maybe he wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship, just random booty calls. But you had to take the risk. You wanted to.

“Uhm..yeah. I guess that sounds fair enough.” he chuckled and you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “How about a coffee date? I know a place, it’s quite secluded, to not attract the attention of press and journalists” you tilted your head and frowned,

“What do you mean?”

“Angel, I don’t want you to be targeted by newspapers, they aim to find some dirt on me and make every aspect of my private life public. I prefer keeping a low profile, and put you in an uncomfortable position is the last thing I would want.” “Oh, ok. I got it.” you were a little thoughtful, to be honest. But in that moment, you would have agreed with everything he was saying. You used every inch of strength you had, to stop and not go further. Not that there was anything wrong with that. You just wished to learn more about that handsome man in front of you; his desires, his passions, his values and aspirations.

“I’d better get back to work, they’ll wonder what happened to me.” he smirked. “Yeah, you better hurry up, then” you laughed, while putting your blouse on. “I’m gonna put aside the chosen clothes” you informed, but before you could leave the cramped room, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back in his arms, giving a last soft peck on your lips.

“How can I focus now, with the thought of you against me?!”

“You’ll have to make do with the memory..” you shot back “..for now.” you cooed, whispering in his hear.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch. You had exchanged numbers and with all those texts you were sending to each other, you felt like a schoolgirl again. Nothing could have ruined that sensation. Before going back home, Richard called you, questioning you about the meeting, not noticing your struggle to not make disconnected sentences or beat around the bush, to hide your embarrassment. Then, to thank you for having his back, he gave you another assignment: a high-society lady had requested a selection of gowns to choose, to attend a few fundraising events. Another important add-on for your CV. A few more efforts and they would have finally offered you the long-awaited position in the creative team.

//

The consultation had been set up two days later, you had to go to the customer’s penthouse this time. Ugh, lazy rich people. You rang the doorbell and right after you were greeted by a thin blonde girl, all fake boobs and tinted tips, wearing a dress that seemed closer to a long top, rather than an actual dress.

“Hey, you must be Y/N! Come in! I’ll be right back” she yelled. You came in holding the garment bag; you were shocked when you found out how actually big the apartment was: super modern, black & white themed and with some art hanging on the walls.

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

“Here I am, sorry for the waiting. I am Madison!” Why rich people seem so reluctant to share their last name with me? you mused, smiling to yourself.

“Let’s start, shall we?”

And then Madison took you to what has to be her large bedroom. Odd. That seemed more like a bachelor to you, but judging wasn’t your thing.

The fitting went smooth as silk. This Madison was a bombshell, every single dress fitted her body as it was sewn on her. For the upcoming event she chose a nude silk dress, that perfectly matched her skin tone. She looked pretty excited for the pick, so much that she started screaming and calling out loud, making you aware that there was someone else around.

“Muffin come here!!! I chose the dress!! It’s perfect oh my God! You must see it before I take it off!”

MUFFIN.

Seriously? Do not laugh, please, do not laugh.

You were biting her lip a little too hard. While Madison kept calling her…muffin, you decided to do something and began packing all the stuff back up into the bag.

“Oh finally, you walk so slow, babe…now, look! What do you think?” Before the man could answer she continued “Oh wait, how rude I am. Y/N, this is my fiancé...”

As soon as you turned around and lifted your gaze, your heart stopped beating.

“…Duncan!”

His smile soon disappeared too, replaced by a shocked and guilty expression, like a deer caught in the headlights. You froze in place.

You were trying to hold back the impending flood of tears, washing it away with your anger. A million different feelings rushed through you, but at the same time you couldn’t feel anything, just your own heart, literally breaking down in pieces.

“Do you already know each other?” Madison asked, noting Duncan’s surprise. You gathered all the strength left within you and stated

“Just one of the many customers.”

Then, lowering your broken voice, you sputtered a “Now I really have to go.”

Without saying anything more, you took the garment bag and run straight to the door, shutting it down behind your back. Right after, a teardrop rolled over your cheek, and your eyes started watering. Once that the first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken stream. Before turning into a sobbing mess, you walked fast down the hallway, reaching the elevator and waiting for the doors to open up.

Before you could take another step, a large hand took you by the wrist, keeping you in place. You turned around and instantly pushed him back, trying to free yourself from his grip.

“Please,” he begged,

“Let me explain. Please, I don’t want to lose you! We have something..w-we can talk about it, please, wait!”

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

and then you shoved his hand away, entering the elevator. Stupid. I am so fucking stupid. You two looked at each other one last time, shedding tears. The eyes of both soaking blatantly. And then the doors shut.

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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[fandomsoverlife]

Overtime. (Duncan Shepherd x reader x Michael Langdon) smut

2.7k words. This is smut, and it’s not the best, in fact I’ve done better but this is what I’ve made - it could be made into a business rivals au possibly (ps: @lvngdvns this is for you).

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Your evening had started so peacefully.

Duncan and Michael weren’t home yet and you’d worked from home, which was quite possibly Duncan’s doing (your boss was terrified of your sweet, powerful boyfriend) and you were grateful.

Which is why you were making breakfast for dinner. Michael loved French toast and Duncan loved anything you made and usually hated cooking.

So here you are. Cooking in one of Duncan’s many soft black T-shirt’s and colorfully patterned wool socks, your hair tied up messily in one of Michael’s velvet scrunchies (he really loves his velvet), humming some stupid song you’d heard on the radio earlier in the week as you paid zero attention to any of your surroundings and focused on not burning food, which led to nearly smacking Michael in the face with a hot spatula when you felt his hands slide around your waist.

“Good evening darling.” He snickered, pressing a soft kiss just under your jaw. “Did you lose track of time?”

“I didn’t hear you.” You smiled, leaning into his touch. “Where’s Duncan? I thought you guys worked together today?”

“The Shepherd Foundation and the Langdon Cooperation aren’t supposed to like each other, dear.”

“Mm, you say that like you don’t love him with your whole heart Mikey.” You bit your lip, carefully flipping the bread you had started before he interrupted you.

“Not my whole heart, y/n. Then there wouldn’t be enough for me to love you as much as I do.” His hands slid down her waist, casually feeling her ass and squeezing - hard.

“Michael Langdon I am making dinner.” Your stern voice was enough for him to raise his hands in defense and back up, deciding to lean against the counter and help you instead. “Is Duncan working over again?”

“I think you already know the answer to that.”

You rolled your eyes, nostrils flaring in annoyance. “That’s the forth time this week. It’s Thursday.”

“I know, darling.”

“Do you think we could give him a reason to come home?” You asked, raising your left eyebrow and shooting him a flirty look. “Make him a little angry?”

“You already know the answer to that.” His voice was velvety, as always, groaning quietly as you quickly turned off the burner and gripped the lapels of his red blazer - which was just as velvety as his voice.

“You only wear this when you have someone to impress or when you wanna fuck me until I pass out.” You smirked, pulling him closer. “Should we send our sweet Duncan a video of me sucking you off or-“

“We could send him a video of you riding my face-“

“Send him an audio of us fucking extra loud for the dramatic effect?” You giggled as he pulled you closer by your ass. “Or we could send him nudes.”

“I like the sound of all of them, do you wanna see how much we can send to him before he snaps?” Michael rarely smiled as deviously as he was in this moment and you absolutely loved it. “Let’s see your tits.”

He easily lifted you up, pushing you down until you were laying on the counter and pulling Duncan’s shirt up passed your tits, a loud groan ripping through Michaels chest at the sight of them, the silver bars that pierced your nipples never failed to get him hard.

“He’s gonna be pissed that he missed this.” He hummed, leaning down to suck your right nipple into his mouth and pinch the other one, your soft whimpers only fueling him on as he switched sides, squeezing your breast and sliding the jewelry around with his tongue. “Duncan loves these tits.”

“Mmm, yeah.” Your chest rose and fell quickly, tangling your hands in his hair as he lapped at your tits before sucking hard at the curve of your left breast, biting softly to leave a mark. “Michael, fuck.”

He smirked against your neck as he pulled your leg high up on his waist. “He loves taking you like this.”

“So do you, Mikey.”

He smirked, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Oh I know.”

Duncan was pissed, but he knew he deserved it. He’d done this way too often lately and he knew it but he still didn’t appreciate pictures of your fucking perfect tits and your ass bent over the counter, the lace of your panties (that he chose for you) contrasting beautifully against your skin.

I mean, in any other situation he’d love this kind of thing (he lived for surprises like this and he loved doing it to the two of you, truly) but he hated it when he had no control over the situation. So when the next picture came through of Michael’s head between your thighs he couldn’t take it anymore.

As Michael lapped at your pussy and circled your clit, he couldn’t be the one to answer the call, so you were forced to. “Hi baby.”

“Y/N, what have I told you about doing this shit while I’m at work?”

“Duncan, what have I told you about staying over at work four days in a row?” You mocked his tone, moaning lowly when Michael pushed a finger into you. “Fuck, Mikey.”

“If he doesn’t stop right now you’re both in trouble whenever I get home.”

You couldn’t respond for a moment as Michael wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, only being able to gasp and whine. Catching your breath you grinned. “Oh, Dunc, baby you can’t do anything as long as you’re not home. Fuck!”

“Put me on speaker phone.” She could hear the scowl in his voice.

“And what if I don’t?” Michael slapped her thigh and she giggled before pulling the phone away and tapping on the screen. “Say hi Mikey.”

He gently but her clit before pulling away and taking the phone with his free hand. “Hi.”

“Michael you know this is bad.”

“How can it be bad if it’s making her feel so good?” He was smirking as he pushed in a second finger and held the microphone closer so Duncan could hear the obscene sounds.

While he was leaving his office Duncan was struggling, palming himself and quietly groaning at the sounds coming from his phone, knowing that the sounds you were making meant you were close. “Michael, I swear, if you let this happen you’re in for it.”

“Fuck, Duncan!”

You were a moaning mess and he could tell, he knew you too well, he knew what every hum and hitch of your breath meant. So when your moans went up an octave and got too loud for him to hold his phone directly up to his ear he knew that you had just came. “You’re both in trouble.”

Panting, you pulled Michael up by his hair and smashed your lips against his and keened the taste of your cum on his tongue. “Mm, thank you for that.”

He chuckled, sliding his fingers down to spread your wetness around, still rubbing circles on your clit and biting your bottom lip - pulling back and letting go to let it smack back. “Thank you for tasting so good.”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and let Duncan’s shirt fall back into place and pulling your panties back up and slapping your ass to heard you giggle. “Bedroom?”

Duncan opened the door to the apartment and let it slam shut behind him, staring at one of Michael’s many red velvet blazers just laying on the ground, his boots by the door like usual. Your moan coming from the bedroom stirred the heat back up in his stomach. “I swear on everything that is unholy.”

Stalking his way through the shared home he found himself enjoying the sight in the bedroom, the pair of you just making out and grinding on each other - although one of Michael’s hands was down the back of your panties and playing with your clit.

“You two seem to be enjoying yourselves.” Duncan was still angry but now he just wanted to join.

When you pulled your lips away from Michael’s he simply started kissing your neck instead. “Hi Duncan. You missed what could have been dinner.”

He was unbuckling his belt as he walked toward them, his shoes kicked off by the front door like always (Michael was picky about that), dropping it to the wooden floor with a loud thud. “I think one of you has already eaten.”

“I could go for seconds.” Michael groaned as your hand palmed him.

“Hi baby.” Duncan said as he came up behind you, holding your waist and leaning down to softly kiss your lips. “You know I didn’t want to stay over.”

“You know you made that choice.” Duncan’s hand slapping her ass made her gasp. “Four days in a row, Duncan? Really?”

“Michael, don’t you know we shouldn’t indulge in our sweet girl so much? She’s getting spoiled.”

“You love it just as much as I do, love.”

Duncan’s hands gripped your waist and pulled you off of the long haired man, taking in his naked chest and tight pants and kissing him softly. “You haven’t been taken care of. Good. Maybe that will be your punishment for not listening to me.”

There was no fear in Michael’s eyes, only acceptance - until he was told to go sit in the chair in the corner and don’t touch (which made him whine). “Don’t be a baby, Michael.”

His hands slid down your body until he settled on your ass, squeezing it as your lips met in a soft kiss (a welcome home kiss, one that made your toes curl and your heart sing). “You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

“I don’t think bad is the right wor-“

He cut her off with a glare. “Hands and knees, now.”

You quickly obliged, arching your back and wiggling your ass for him, giggling when he groaned. “You’re a menace.”

“You love me.”

“I do. Count.” His hand came down hard on her asscheek, earning a squeak.

“One!”

Michael was straining against his pants as he watched them, his cock uncomfortably hard as he enjoyed the show, bucking his hips every time Duncan gave a particularly sharp slap.

“Twelve!” You gasped, your wetness soaking through your panties and making your thighs sticky as Duncan spanked you again. “Thirteen!”

He paused to grind his dick against your ass, pulling moans from the both of you before he smacked your cherry red asscheek again and basking in sound of your choked sob. “Fourteen!”

He leaned down to press a careful kiss on the other cheek before standing back up and delivering the final spank. “Fifteen, fuck!”

Duncan leaned over you, whispering into your ear to ask if you were okay and doing well, humming happily when you said you were. “Michael, come here.”

The man quickly stood and joined them on their oversized bed.

“Pants off, please. I want our sweet girl to suck your cock while I fuck her cunt.”

You hummed in excitement, feeling Duncan’s hand slip into your panties to circle your clit and tease your entrance. “If you’re a good boy maybe I’ll let her make you cum.”

Michael hurriedly discarded the rest of his clothes, taking his spot on the bed and stroking his cock as Duncan slid your panties all the way down - your cum and your arousal glistening on your inner thighs and on the mans fingers. “You’re beautiful.”

Your blush said everything Michael needed to hear without you even needing to talk, leaning in to kiss you carefully. Your lips slotted perfectly together, moving slowly and softly until you bit his lip and slipped your tongue into his mouth. Duncan watched for a moment, stroking his hard cock behind the two of you, his heart swelling in his chest at the clear love you had for each other.

“Y/n? Suck his cock.”

You pulled away, pecking Michael on the lips one last time before licking a stripe up the underside of his hard dick and giggling as he groaned. “Sorry we neglected you Mikey.”

Duncan chuckled darkly, slipping two fingers inside your greedy cunt and pumping purposefully. He had a big cock and he loved to tease you, he didn’t need any other excuses to finger your sweet little pussy than those. You moaned quietly, taking the head of Michael’s cock in your mouth and sucking, your hand finding a smooth rhythm to pump the rest of his length at until you took him deeper, about halfway down his cock now.

“That’s right, y/n, suck his fucking cock.” Duncan pushed a third finger inside your tight hole and felt his dick twitch as you clenched tightly around them. “Show is how good of a cockslut you are.”

You were obedient, eagerly taking the rest of his cock down, deep throating him and moaning around him (thank whatever higher power existed for your lack of a gag reflex), your free hand fondling his balls and raking your nails up and down his thigh.

Duncan pushed his cock all the way in with no warning, causing you to pull Michael’s cock all the way out so you could moan for them (they loved when you were vocal).

“Keep sucking his cock, doll. I want him to cum.” He reached around and rubbed your clit so he could feel you clench even more around his thick length.

You groaned as you started sucking Michael off again, his hands buried in your hair and guiding you down his cock in a rhythmic motion that matches Duncan’s thrusts- Michael had been hard for so long that he knew he wouldn’t last much longer, and when you pulled up to suck on the head of his cock and moan around him he lost it, his cum coating your throat hotly, and you sucked it down until he was pushing your face away and leaning up to kiss you while Duncan fucked your cunt like it was the last thing he’d ever do, your moans echoing around your room.

“You’re so fucking tight and so fucking wet, you take my cock so well.” Reaching around you again his fingers swirled on your clit and you felt the coil in your stomach snap as you came around his cock, gushing onto him and making it easier for him to fuck you like he hated you. “Oh fuck yeah.”

With one final push he came, his cum filling you up with warmth as he rode you through your orgasm. “I love you baby. Can you sit on Michael’s face for me? I want him to taste our cum all mixed together.”

Duncan’s fingers teased your slit, gathering the fluids your bodies had made and holding it up to your mouth so you could taste, muffling a groan when you wrapped your lips around his fingers and sensually sucked them, your eyes never leaving his. “Only if Mikey’s up to it.”

“Get over here.”

Michael’s hands on your hips were a great sign, but when he wrapped his lips around your clit you nearly fainted and Duncan sidled up behind you, grinding his cock against Michael’s and pulling the shirt over your head. “Eat.”

His tongue delved in immediately, pushing against your slit and pushing right in, slurping everything that he could out of your cunt while you writhed on top of him, Duncan’s hands gripping your hips and moving them for you on Michael’s tongue.

As your head fell back onto his shoulder, Duncan wasted no time in kissing you, harshly.

It was all teeth and tongue and fire until you moaned into him and couldn’t kiss anymore so he instead squeezed your tits, sliding the bars in your nipples around and hearing you shriek with pleasure as Michael pushed a finger inside of your tight, used hole.

“Let’s make our pretty girl cum, Mikey.” Duncan’s voice was rough and gravelly, his hand sliding down her body and in between her thighs to rub at her clit until she came, clenching around Michael’s fingers and holding into Duncan for dear life while she shrieked, unintelligible mixes of their names falling from her lips.

“Holy fuck, Michael.” Your legs were trembling as you carefully moved yourself off of him and plopped down right next to him with Duncan falling to your other side. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“I love you guys so much but we need dinner.”

“Chinese sound good?”

[so-langdon]

Stomachache - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader HC’s

Summary: HC’s about Duncan’s mother Annette visiting Duncan at work while Y/N and Duncan were beginning to get intimate.

Warnings: Sexual situations, mentions of smut, oral (male receiving), teasing, swearing

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle @rocketgirl2410

Y/N met Duncan when she became his personal secretary/assistant

Y/N and Duncan were never flirty or inappropriate with each other in the beginning

Always having a professional relationship and doing whatever work Duncan asked of her

But one day, it was like a switch had gone off, causing Duncan to go from professional to flirty

He began complimenting her attire, appropriately of course, giving her charming smiles, sweet expressions, making Y’N’s stomach flood with butterflies

One evening, after Y/N had to stay late to organize an immense amount of files that were brought in, Duncan stays to help her

“You don’t have to do this, I can handle it,” Y/N told him. “It’s my job anyway.”

“I know you can. But I want to be here with you and help,” he smiled

Duncan ordered them dinner halfway through organizing, and even got them a bottle of wine to drink

“Is this appropriate?” Y/N asked when he had the food and drinks brought in when they were supposed to be working

“We gotta eat, don’t we?” He grinned. “A little wine and food never hurt anyone.”

After dinner and a few glasses of wine, Duncan became obviously more flirty, and Y/N began relaxing more, testing the waters and flirting back

Eventually, one thing led to another, and they were kissing, hands roaming each others bodies, clothes being shredded

Duncan had pushed everything off his desk, making room to lay Y/N down while he leaned over, kissing and eventually fucking her

Y/N couldn’t remember a time when she had, had such mind-blowing sex

The way Duncan touched her, teased her, fucked her, made her cum

It was completely euphoric

Duncan had his fair share of flings, but with Y/N, even he couldn’t remember a time he’d had such great sex either

Y/N was an irresistible beauty, sexy and sweet all in one, just the mere glance of her doe-like eyes filled with lust making Duncan almost cum on the spot before he could even get his pants off

After, as the two calmed down, still present in each other’s bliss and not remembering the world, they look at one another with a particular look neither can determine

But then, as they come back to reality, Y/N freaks out a bit, not believing she had just slept with her boss, feeling like they’d broken a huge rule and that she’d get in trouble or for sure fired 

Duncan sensed the panic in her, seeing how she was reacting, but he assured her and told her everything was okay

“It’s my company. No one needs to know; no one has to know. It’s no one’s business. You’re safe with me,” he told her

Duncan asked her on a proper date after that, telling her he’d been crushing on her for months while they worked together but never wanted to make her uncomfortable 

He started complimenting her and getting more flirty suddenly just because he couldn’t take not expressing his feelings in some way

Once Y/N flirted back with Duncan that evening, that’s when he decided to go for the kiss (which then led to everything else). But if she had said no, he would have respected it and left things alone

But he was so thrilled she returned the same feelings

After going out several times, they became official, falling hard for one another

They’d kept their work and personal lives separate

Y/N did her work as she was supposed to, retaining a professional and appropriate relationship with Duncan while in the office and working coincide

But once she was officially off, Duncan’s lips and hands were all over her, sweet nothings, loving words and dirty whispers leaving Duncan’s mouth for her

They maintained this relationship for months, only growing together more with each day

One day down the road, Duncan was working on some layout decisions and sign offs for an upcoming project

He was becoming annoyed and impatient, wanting to take a break

He called Y/N in, asking if she wanted to take her break too, offering them to go to lunch

“Are you okay? You seem.. kind of tense,” Y/N noticed, closing the door and walking further into his office

“Just all of this bullshit with the app,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s stressing me out. I just want to forget about it for awhile”

“I know a great way to help you relax, if you’d like,” Y/N purred, smiling innocently as she walked over to Duncan’s desk

He looked at her, Y/N sitting on his lap, one knee crossing over the other as she wrapped her arms around his neck

“What did you have in mind,” Duncan smirked, leaning in to kiss her

She leaned away to kiss his neck only, starting to tease him, hand brushing over his lower region

Duncan started to get antsy as she continued, trying to kiss her, trying to create more friction with her hand against him, getting turned on by her actions

She gets off his lap after she gives him a kiss finally, and kneels down in between his legs and the desk

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing,” Duncan asked amused, watching as she kneeled on the floor in front of him, looking up at him sweetly and unbuckling his pants

“Loving you. Taking care of you,” she smiled, releasing his hardening length from his pants

It didn’t take long for Y/N to get Duncan completely aroused, his hard cock twitching in her hands and as she teased him with pumping his length with her hand

“Don’t tease me any more, baby,” Duncan groaned lightly

Wanting to of course please and relax him, she got right to it, bringing the tip of his cock to her mouth, sucking lightly at the head before taking him in further

Duncan placed a hand on her head, leaning his head back, always loving the way her mouth felt around him

Warm, wet, with just the right amount of pressure, knowing just where and how to suck, lick and swirl her tongue

"Fuck, I swear your mouth was made for me,” Duncan moaned

Before anything could continue from there, a knock occurred at the door, startling Duncan and Y/N

“Fuck,” Duncan whispered, looking towards the door. “Hold on a minute,” he calls, trying to buy him and Y/N time to get out of this predicament

“Duncan, it’s me,” his mother Annette speaks and opens the door, never bothering to wait because she’s his mother of course

Duncan scooted his chair in a bit, making Y/N cover her mouth and hide her giggle as she had to remain kneeled down in front of him under his desk while his mother decided to show up unexpectedly 

“Where is Y/N? I rang her up on my way here to let you know I was on my way.”

“She’s um, at lunch,” Duncan answered, trying to ignore his fully hard erection that he tried to keep down at his desk while his mother stood on the other side

“Right. Such a lovely girl, that one,” Annette smiled. “Anyway...”

Annette began going on about something with an upcoming charity event, Duncan nodding pleasantly and quickly every two seconds to try and get her out faster

Y/N bites her lip, knowing she shouldn’t, but can’t help herself when she grabs Duncan’s length, pumping her hand around him

Duncan sucks in a breath as she does

Y/N leans her head over, still hidden under the desk as she brings his cock back into her mouth, beginning with a hard suck at the tip of his head

Duncan clears his throat, trying to cover a moan

Annette keeps going on without even noticing, walking around the room every once in awhile but keeping her eyes on Duncan

Duncan tries to remain impassive and normal as he can, nodding at the right times and holding his breath to not show his heavy breathing or to call out Y/N’s name

Y/N continues with her teasing of course, taking all of Duncan in

She tries to be as quiet as she can, which means her movements are slower, more firm, and more achingly pleasurable

And it kills Duncan, feeling the teasing of her as she slowly sucks and swirls her tongue around slowly

Duncan grips the end of the arms of the chair, biting his tongue

At one point, Duncan can’t help but let a low moan out, making Annette narrow her eyes as she looks at him confused

“S-Sorry,” he forces a laugh. “I just, um, stomachache. It’s, killer, yeah,” he breathes out deeply, nodding

“Maybe you’re hungry. Perhaps you should go to lunch too to help with that,” Annette points out

“Yeah, I’ll probably go so -- fuck,” Duncan breathes, and grits his teeth. “Sorry,” he clears his throat again. “It just, yeah. You should probably leave. I’m very busy and um,” his breath hitches, feeling himself twitch in Y/N’s mouth, a deep pleasure building in him, “have to get lunch, clearly,” Duncan forces a small smile

Annette agrees, but gives some last bit info for the charity event before bidding her goodbyes

Y/N takes the opportunity to do just what she knows will make Duncan go over the edge, and she takes him all the way into her mouth, deep-throating him as her hands grab his balls gently, rolling them around softly. 

With one final suck while bobbing her head up and down on his cock, touching the back of her throat, she hums out quietly and swirls her tongue around him, causing Duncan to reach that point and to cum

Annette is just leaving as he does, waving a hand and letting the door shut behind her

Duncan leans back, closing his eyes and moaning out the last bit of his orgasm, unable to contain himself as Y/N sucks and swallows every bit of him

Duncan breathes out heavily, looking down at Y/N as she peeks her head up, kneeling up higher and placing her hands on the tops of his thighs. She licks her lips, smiling at him

"You made me cum while I was talking to my mother,” Duncan says bewildered and shooketh

“And it was so fun doing it too,” Y/N smirks, standing up

“You’re lucky I’m too spent to get up and get you back,” Duncan chuckles lowly, watching her walk around his desk and to the door

“Mhm, whatever you say,” she smiles sweetly. “I’ll go order lunch for your ‘stomachache’ now,” she teases, grinning back at him as she reaches the door

“I fucking swear,” Duncan glares mischievously, “you’ll regret that little act of yours later on,” he threatens and grins too, shaking his head

“I look forward to it,” she winks, blowing him a kiss and walking out the door

Duncan leans his head back, shaking his head again. “I’m going to fucking marry that girl,” he mutters to himself, smiling

[hecohansen31]

I lowkey want (who am I kidding lol I seriously want it) another Fallon x Reader x Duncan. maybe like ... duncan's away and reader's being bad, so Fallon has to punish her like if Duncan were there, hmmm.... ANYWAY, your writing's amazingggg and I'm obsessed

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

So thank you for saying that and I hope you’ll enjoy this!

Have a nice day!

I am also tagging @wickedlangdon and @melodylangdon because I know they tend to like this kind of stuff!

WARNINGS: Female-Female Action, Oral Sex (Female Receiving) And Fingering, Polyrelationship.

Fallon Carrington had too many problems, in her life: her father was slowly sinking the company which might have to pass onto her shoulder, once he was dead (which might happen sooner than later if he kept up this attitude).

Her newest evil stepmother was fighting with her sociopath of a brother, creating an atmosphere in their home that wasn’t in the slightest easy or breezy.

And lately, her girlfriend/lover had been moping around their shared apartment, being the most ridiculous brat in the universe, not to talk about a drama queen that would put to shame Sam.

And this was all due to their shared lover having delayed his return: the night before Duncan had said that some awful things had been going down at the Shepherd Foundation, in Washington and he had to stay there for a few more days.

“… but the event…?” (Y/N) had asked, her eyes shining, sadness sparkling in them, at the sole thought of Duncan missing the important event she had been organizing for an entire month for the Shepherd Foundation branch in Atlanta.

Fallon knew she had been working hard not wanting to disappoint Duncan, and the knowledge that Duncan wouldn’t be attending was rather heartbreaking.

Fallon knew it all too well.

But this didn’t excuse her horrible behavior: she didn’t seem to even care in the slightest anymore for the entire event, and if she wasn’t sleeping and moping she would be ordering around the poor maids, and worst of all…teasing Fallon, meanwhile she was at work.

Like that morning.

She had been busy in a rather important reunion, wrestling with Kirby for ‘Femperial’, when she had opened the message to reveal it to be a rather provocative nude picture of (Y/N), more importantly done in her lingerie, and not the old one she would never use… but the good stuff… the one she had recently bought.

She just couldn’t deal with all this treatment any further.

On her way home, since she couldn’t focus on anything that weren’t those nudes and the desire they had created in her, she had called Duncan, mostly because he might suggest her something to do in this case.

Unlike Duncan, due to the fact that they hadn’t known each other for much time, she was rather sweet and attentive with (Y/N).

She was almost afraid that any gesture might break her, bringing her away from Fallon.

And she couldn’t allow that.

So, many people in her life had left her: Alexis, Liam, Steven…

She couldn’t help but feel like it was some problem people had with her and her behavior, hence she had tried to soften it with Duncan and even more with (Y/N).

Although she hid a tougher personality, she was pretty shy and her relationship with Fallon, although went to an older date, wasn’t as smooth as Fallon’s with Duncan, who spoke business in and out of the bed and understood each other.

It still took a bit of nerves for Fallon to approach (Y/N), but she was getting better and she didn’t want this to make her back up in the entire process.

Duncan picked up the phone at the second try and seemed to already know the entire situation, which simplified Fallon’s mission, who straight up went to explain (Y/N)’s behavior, alongside the problematics of it on both her work and at home life.

“… I know that you can’t be back, but she is honestly going crazy, and she is crazy pissed with you” she mumbled, meanwhile she parked the car in the underground garage of their ‘little’ apartment, the one they shared whenever they were all in town.

“I’ll buy her a new pair of Louboutin” he mumbled, meanwhile Fallon exited her car, just to gently sit onto the front of it, not wanting to have this conversation in front of (Y/N).

She knew Duncan was joking and wasn’t taking lightly his absence, but at the same time she knew that a new pair of expensive shoes wouldn’t save him from (Y/N)’s anger.

“… that won’t be enough and that wouldn’t help me” mumbled Fallon “… I just… she is been intractable: a true fucking brat”.

“Then you know what brats deserve” spoke as if it was natural, Duncan “… they deserve to be punished, if you don’t want them to bother you anymore”.

“I am not like you Duncan!” she screamed, frustration coursing through her veins “… between me and (Y/N) there is no relationship like you and her… we… have a backstory different from yours and…”.

“Fallon” his voice focused all her attention on it, immediately and she huffed, calming finally her quickening breath “… do you actually believe that she loves you less?”.

“We don’t have the same happy relationship as you, two, do…” she huffed out definitely annoyed tht Duncan didn’t get her fear “… I was horrible to her in high school, I tormented her… and I am sure that she…”.

“… you think she hasn’t forgiven you?” Duncan’s voice was truly shocked that she hadn’t thought about it “… Fallon, she never was angry at you from the start! She might have been pretty vengeful with you but… she loves you, not more or less than me, she loves you exactly like me!”.

Although she knew all the obviousness Duncan was talking about was true, it didn’t settle in til he spoke about it and she could swear he was smirking at her silence.

“Ok, caught it boss… although I am pretty sure she loves me more, I am the one who got her that ‘La Perla’ lingerie set, last week” she tried to raise from the emotional outburst she had just had, trying to distract Duncan from it.

And he let her distract him indeed.

“… wait till I come back with my new Louboutin” he replied slyly, meanwhile she got up from the car, her ass having frozen there “… but seriously, Fallon, she won’t hate you, she is doing this to get a raise out of you; she hasn’t been receiving the same amount of attention since my trip started and she is just trying to regain it, through very bad manners”.

“Ok, I got it” she mumbled, biting her lips, meanwhile she adjusted her outfit, as she moved into the elevator to get to the penthouse “… wish me luck”.

“Tame that brat for me, sweetheart, and I’ll make you come so much next time we see each other that you’ll never know whether you are begging me to stop or keep going”.

It was useless to say that when she faced the porter, she was red as a tomato.

Fallon found (Y/N) waiting in her room.

Although (Y/N) had a shared room with the biggest bed she had found, she still needed some private room for herrself, which was either Fallon’s office or in (Y/N)’s case, her own design project, since she quite liked decorating it with the small things she found.

Not only their penthouse was stylish, but it held some kind of familiarity to it.

(Y/N) was quite proud of that effect and both Duncan and Fallon appreciated it.

But it was strange to find the other in some room that didn’t belong to them, but Fallon could see why she wouldn’t want to hang out in their shared bedroom: it was probably making her remember of Duncan’s absence.

But she wasn’t only in her room, she was also wearing Fallon’s expensive robe, treating it as if it was merely a rag, meanwhile she looked through her dresses.

And she would have found it adorable, had she asked to try out the outfit.

(She still found her adorable, but… she was pissed).

“What the heck are you doing here?” she called out (Y/N)’s attention who was rather surprised by her appearance but didn’t let it stop her from snooping even more in Fallon’s luxurious clothes, grabbing a miniskirt by Fendi as if she was in some sweatshop.

“… just grabbing some options for the event of tomorrow” she mumbled, although embarrassment was true on her face and in her tone, evidently realizing that what she had done wasn’t exactly… proper.

“Well, you know that if you want to do such thing you have to ask me before, little girl” she tried not to sound too angry with her, focusing her tone on stern, meanwhile she set down in her ‘mommy’ persona, seeing (Y/N)’s body immediately reacting at her.

“… I didn’t think you would mind it honestly” and then your voice held some kind of cutting tone to it “… it isn’t like you seem to be caring about what I did, lately”.

She then turned around, discarding Fallon’s robe away from her body, revealing the rather racy lingerie she had been wearing and in which she had taken the pictures that had teased Fallon with, during that reunion, and tried quickly the gown, adjusting it with her fingers.

But Fallon had had enough and, with no care for that gown (she had never liked it truly) she discarded it onto the floor, from her body, without a second thought, hearing (Y/N) squealing under her rough ministrations.

“… this doesn’t authorize you to act like a brat” she said, meanwhile she spread (Y/N)’s legs apart, teasing her over the silky panties, moving the little pearls that were set in the middle as a decoration over her most tender skin, avoiding her clit.

Fallon felt (Y/N) nervously tremble under her, already excited by the ministrations and he kept them up, with the barest of touches.

“… to act like a brat, to forget your place and your duties and more importantly…” and she let her tongue glide onto your panties, moving those little pearls onto the (Y/N)’s clit, who moaned loudly, but was immediately shocked when Fallon slapped lightly her thighs, taking her back from the pleasured state she was “… to fucking tease your mommy when she is busy”.

An unamused expression appeared on (Y/N)’s face, and she just tried to roll her eyes at her, but Fallon wasn’t having any of that.

She immediately raised up on her feet and grabbed tightly her face in her hands, pushing it up so that she could be at eye-level with her, which definitely stopped a bit that brattish attitude.

Although attentively, Fallon lightly pushed her onto the bed, where she fell definitely ungracefully, making her smirk softly, but she didn’t keep that attitude up as Fallon came back with lace ropes, although she still managed to send her an annoyed look.

“…oh, are you going to also get the blindfold out?” she tried her, pushing her buttons and Fallon tried not to give in.

“No, I love seeing your eyes rolling back in your head in pleasure, but because you are being a brat… I might get a gag, if you keep on speaking back at my, little girl” she mumbled, meanwhile she tied her arms over her head, into the bedframe, and then proceeded to block each legs open, securing each of them to the opposite footboard.

She immediately shut up, at the mention of the ‘gag’, making Fallon coo at her teasingly, meanwhile she pushed her clothed body onto hers, pushing her hair away from her face, as she pushed her hand down her body, till it cupped her sex in her hands, making (Y/N) moan lightly, shushed by Fallon’s lips.

She continued the teasing till her fingers finally slipped beyond the elastic band of the silky panties, as Fallon’s hand raised up to her breasts, gently kneading them, over the fabric, as (Y/N) pleaded with Fallon for something more, for more skin to skin contact.

And Fallon didn’t make her beg for it much more…

…yet

She gently lazed her hands over her wet folds, using it as a lubricating to softly let her fingers in her deepest secrets, making her huff a bit at the sudden penetration.

“…are you enjoying it, sweetie?” she teased her, raising her hand to reach her chin to tilt it softly so (Y/N) could look at her face “… because this is your punishment”.

Fallon knew that, from the way (Y/N) smirked at her, she had thought she had won, that Fallon was just going to give her the attention she been begging.

But wait till she discovered that Fallon’s plans were pretty different from hers.

Fallon continued teasing her, with her fingers, meanwhile her thumb went over her little pearl teasing it softly, before she intensified the thrusting of his finger and the movement onto her clit, decidedly making her reach that ecstasy…

… that she stole from her, interrupting any action that she was delivering on her pinky nest.

“… you wanted attention, well now you have all my attention” smirked Fallon, before she lowered between her legs, delving exploratively her tongue between her folds, meanwhile she screamed, the oversensitivity between her legs definitely coming handy for this punishment “… now don’t mind mommy’s teasing, I just want to make sure that your amusement doesn’t end up too quickly”.

And it certainly didn’t.

Now you would finally know better than to act up like a brat.

… maybe.

[missantichrist]

slow motion

Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Drinking, Smut, Spanking, Fem!Receiving Oral, Male!Receiving Oral, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), and idk other kinky shit, be surprised! @langdonsinferno this one’s for u, it has ass biting!

Note: For some reason about halfway thru the time changes to present? lmao idek anymore, also this entire fic was built around this ask I sent in to @wroteclassicaly one night during her kink hour. I knew the moment I sent it I’d have to write about it!

You step into the elevator of the Carlyle Hotel, your Louboutin heels digging into the carpet giving you awful blisters. You barely notice the pain in your feet though, because your headache is much worse. You’d worn yourself out. You were in New York for business and had spent your day in meeting after meeting and you were beat. You hear the elevator ding as you hit the floor of the Bemelmans Bar. One of the most exclusive bars in New York, in one of the most exclusive hotels in New York. You need a drink and your boss had let you use the company card for whatever you needed.

You find yourself sitting at the counter ordering drink after drink, wasting your time away. You didn’t even notice when a handsome young man came and sat next to you. He looked at you a smiled, “Had enough to drink?” he said.

“No,” you quipped back, barely giving away your drunken state.

“Well it looks to me like you have, but, if you insist,” he smiled. “One more of-” he gestured towards you, “-whatever she’s having.” The bartender slid another drink your way.

“Thanks,” you said.

“No problem, but, you’re not getting another one after this one,” he chuckled. You looked up at him, admiring his sharp features. His smile was warm and inviting, and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he was really good looking too. Like. Really.

“And who are you to decide that,” you said. “I have a black card of my own you know. I don’t need you to buy me drinks.”

“Duncan Shepherd,” he smiled. “And you’re not getting more drinks, because you’re coming up to my room with me.”

You laughed at his boldness. “You, Mr. Shepherd, are a very bold man. Coming in here, telling me what I can and can’t do.”

“Yeah, well people do tell me that my confidence is attractive,” he said. “How about you, miss…?”

“Y/N.”

“Y/N. Do you agree?” He asked, taking a sip of the whiskey he’d ordered.

You looked him up and down, assessing him. “Alright.” You said. “I’ll bite. Show me to your room Mr. Shepherd.”

He smiled and held his hand out for yours, which you gladly took. “Call me Duncan.”

You didn’t know whether or not to trust this Duncan fellow, but you followed him to his room anyway. It wasn’t until he opened the door that you realized he was staying in the empire suite.

“Holy shit,” you gasped.

“Yeah, I know. Pretty nice, isn’t it?” He said.

“Nice??” you giggled, “Duncan you’re staying in the empire suite for fucks sake!”

“Oh, right, sometimes I forget,” he said as he winked at you. “That reminds me!” He gestured for you to follow him to the kitchen. “Why don’t we share some of this?” He said as he held up a bottle of Cristal.

“You’re...kidding. You just met me,” you said, mouth agape.

“Well, sometimes you just have to take chances on people,” he said, popping the cork and pouring you both a glass. “Besides, I have money to burn.”

“I think I’m starting to like you Mr. Shepherd,” you giggled, taking a sip of the champagne.

“You liked me the moment you looked at me,” he said cockily.

“Don’t get too arrogant on me,” you said, trying to sound serious but accidentally slurring your words, causing you both to erupt into laughter.

It wasn’t long before you and Duncan were in your underwear up against the wall in his bedroom, mouths roaming across eachothers bodies, sucking on eachothers necks, exchanging tongues. You noticed he had another bottle of Cristal sitting in an ice bucket on his nightstand. “Where do you get all this money from,” you asked out of breath inbetween kisses, “you a part of the mafia or something?”

Duncan laughed before going back to sucking on your neck, “No,” he captured your lips with his and bit down until he drew blood.

“Ow!”

“I’m the CEO of of the Shepherd Freedom Foundation, Y/N. I thought you’d figured that out when you heard my name,” he laughed.

You licked the blood off your lip, “guess I was too focused on your eyes,” you giggled as you got on your knees and looked up at him, pulling his boxers down so that you were met with his throbbing erection. You licked his tip, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure before taking his full length down your throat, his warm salty skin assaulting your throat with each brutal thrust.

“Shit,” “I’m gonna-” he moaned before he shot his thick load down your throat.

Duncan pushed you down onto the bed and unclasped your bra, kneading your breasts before you felt him pull off your panties and straddle himself over you, his cock already hardening again and leaking with precum, wet with your spit. You saw him glance over to his nightstand.

“What do you say we pop another bottle of champagne, huh?” He asked with a devilish smirk as he gingerly pulled a bottle of Cristal out of the ice bucket he had resting on the nightstand. He pops the cork off and watches in awe as the champagne foams up and drips down onto your exposed chest. “Duncan!” you giggle, “that’s expensive champagne!”

“Oops, my bad, let me clean that up for you,” Duncan said smugly as he brought his head down to your chest and pressed his warm tongue to your chest, lapping up the spilled champagne and rolling your nipples between his fingers. You arch into his touch, moaning as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive nipples, “Duncan, please,” you breathe into his ear.

“I’m not done yet,” Duncan chuckles, meeting your eyes with a piercing gaze as he picks the champagne bottle back up and pours more of the cool liquid over your chest, watching as it travels through the valley of your breasts up to your neck. His eyes focus on your collarbone and he licks his lips. “So fucking perfect,” he murmurs as he pulls you back up on top of him and nuzzles his chin into the crook of your shoulder,  pressing his full lips onto your neck, sucking and nipping at all your sensitive spots, the scruff of his beard tickling your skin.

Your hands move to tangle in his soft brown hair, pulling him closer to you. You feel yourself grow wetter at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your inner thigh and you grind into him, pulling a throaty groan from his lips. Duncan pushes you back onto the bed and captures your lips with his in a passionate kiss before he starts to work his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen and up your thighs, marking you as his.

You let out a breathy gasp when you feel his hot breath fan over your leaking cunt. “You’re so ready for me baby,” Duncan whispers against your core as he looks at you, his cool blue eyes blown with lust. You let out another needy whimper, wanting him to touch you so bad.

“Duncan, please,” you breathe out, throwing your head back when he licks a stripe up your folds, tongue delving into your cunt, licking at your clit, lapping up your wetness as if it was some divine nectar, his scruff tickling at your skin.

He continued to lick and nip at your sensitive bud, working you to your climax, your moans getting louder with each flick of his skilled tongue. “Duncan I-,” you moaned as you felt him smile against your skin, “I’m close.”

With that you felt him pick up speed, his tongue delving in and out of you at a devilish pace, his mouth placing hot kisses to your cunt. You feel the coil inside you snap and your hands grab at Duncan’s hair again, holding onto him for dear life as you ride out your intense orgasm. “That’s it baby,” you hear him say. “Cum for me,” he says as he delves back in between your thighs to lap up your release before meeting your lips with his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Duncan flips you over so that you’re facing the wall on all fours before bringing his hand down hard on your ass. “Fuck,” you hiss at the pain, inching forward away from him.

“Oh no you don’t,” Duncan says, grabbing your hips and pulling you back towards him, his leaking cock pressed up against your ass. Duncan winces, his cock aching to be inside you and grabs a handful of your ass, kneading it, before reaching across the bed where he threw his belt and grabbing a hold of the $450 strip of leather, running it through his hands before he cracked it against your ass, the expensive leather turning your skin bright red, the logo from the buckle turning into a welt on your skin. Duncan continued to smack down on your cheeks with his belt, the pain slowly turning into pleasure, yelps turning into moans. When he was finally finished he took the belt and ran it up through your folds, gathering your wetness on the leather before tossing the belt aside again.

“Does it hurt?” He asks. You nod, feeling the heat from the welts the belt left on your ass grow. “Want me to make it feel better?” You nod again and Duncan brings his tongue down on your wounds and licks them before biting down on your soft skin so hard he leaves teeth marks. You let out a harsh moan at the foreign feeling, prompting him to continue.

Duncan continued to lick at your wounds and bite your ass before he began planting kisses down your ass and went back to placing sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cunt before flipping you back over so you were laying on your back again, facing him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You could feel his cock throbbing against your thigh. “Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “I need to be inside you, now,” he said, lining himself up to your entrance, his precum smearing onto your cunt as he rubbed his tip against you before pushing all the way into you so that his balls were up against your ass. “Fuck you’re so tight,” he moaned, wasting no time setting a brutal pace, fucking into you, moans and grunts falling from his lips uncontrollably as he filled you up. “Fuck you feel so good Y/N,” he grunted, his head falling back as he tried to maintain his composure.

“You fill me up so good, oh fuck,” you said in between breaths, your nails raking across his back. His veiny, thick cock hitting every spot inside you that made you see stars. You two remained like that, joined together, Duncan thrusting into you at a rapid pace, coming almost all the way out before sheathing himself back inside you each time, moans, grunts and expletives falling out of both your lips.

Duncan put his hand on your lower stomach, “fuck,” he gasped. “I can feel myself right here.”

“Duncan I’m gonna cum,” you moaned breathlessly, his cock hitting you in just the right spot, bringing you to your climax.

“Good girl,” Duncan said, bringing his hand down to flick at your clit, tearing moan after moan from your throat. “That’s it. Cum for me, cum for daddy.”

With that you came completely undone, your walls contracting around his thick cock, sending him over the edge. “Fuck,” he groaned as he threw his head back, releasing his thick, hot load into you before stilling and pulling out of you.

Duncan reached over to the bottle of champagne he’d opened earlier and poured you a glass. “So,” he smirked. “Let me know when you want to reconnect for round two.”

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Delicious and Dangerous (Part 4)

Sugar Daddy/Werewolf Duncan x Reader

Summary: Y/N awakes one morning to find Duncan missing, only to have him demand she visit him at his house in the woods. As the day unfolds, she sees a different side to her lover, one that she’s not sure she likes.

Word Count: 8.8K

Warnings: fem!reader, duncan in heat, mean!duncan, bits of dark!duncan, angst, smut (oral [male receiving], unprotected sex, rough sex, lots of biting (he’s a werewolf duh), overstimulation, breeding!kink, knotting, daddy!kink, degradation, bondage)

Notes: Here’s part 4 (finally)!! I’m sorry it took so long to get out, ya girl has been busy. This is pretty much all smut, but lots of angst in there as well. I’m gonna be the first to say that some parts of Y/N and Duncan’s relationship feels really unhealthy and if I met somebody as possessive as Duncan, a bitch just might run. Anyways, this is fiction and duncan and y/n are both stupid, but I love them. Enjoy reading this shit show (and try not to hate me for that ending oops) Any comments are appreciated (even if you just want to yell at me) ♥ (gif credit to @spellman)

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

You awoke from a night of blissful dreams to the sound of rain tapping against your window. Groaning, you instinctively pulled the comforter up your body, relaxing further into the plush mattress beneath you, letting sleep take you once again.

Life had been truly great lately; Duncan made sure of that. It had been about a month since his little stint at the restaurant and he had made sure to be on his best behavior since then. You were sure that something would have come out in the press about that night, but oddly enough there was silence surrounding the Shepherds. Life with Duncan was actually as sweet as it had ever been. You were constantly pampered. Constantly loved and doted on. It was as if you were in a dream – one you wished to never wake up from.

Most of your attention was given to Duncan these days, but Nick did occasionally cross your mind from time to time; especially since he seemed to call you every other day. Shortly after the incident at the restaurant, you talked with him on the phone and apologized for what had happened. The truth was that you weren’t sorry for leaving him at the restaurant, you were just sorry for how you left him. Apparently, he wasn’t the Nick you remembered him to be and that was a disappointing fact you had to come to terms with. No matter how many times you dodged his calls, he never got the clue.

Although, you were living on cloud nine with Duncan, and truth be told, felt that Nick deserved the anger that was directed at him, shame filled your mind anytime it wandered back to that Saturday night. Duncan was an enigmatic soul – It was as if he was in a constant battle to find balance between his two selves. He could be intense and heated; you’ve come to find out. And when he was like that, it was hard to talk him down or convince him of anything beside his own reality. But he also showed you more love than anyone you had ever known. You sometimes didn’t know how to handle being loved that much. There were moments where you’d catch him stealing glances your way, looking at you as if you were his one reason for existing.

Any shame you felt towards him from that night quickly left whenever you thought of his gentle touches and warm kisses. Your heart fluttered and a smile always managed to find its way on your face any time thoughts of him crossed your mind. Even when he wasn’t there, you were left feeling comforted in a way you would always be grateful for.

Duncan’s behavior since that night was endearing, to say the least. You could tell he was embarrassed for his actions that night, but had too much pride to show it. So, he apologized in other ways. He catered to your every need trying to gain your favor once again. He brought you flowers and gifts, was gentle when he made love to you, and he had even promised to take you away on vacation for however long you wanted. One of his gifts, a beautiful necklace, dangled from your neck every day. He loved to bite on it playfully while he had you pinned underneath him, kissing your neck. Duncan was complete putty in your hands, even though he’d never admit it. But you didn’t care about the constant and never-ending gifts. All you wanted was time alone with the man of your dreams. Even after all this time, you could never get enough. You were afraid you’d always want more of him.

After the revelations of that night, when he confessed to you that you were his one true mate, you both came to terms with how strong your bond and need for one another is. You moved into his apartment and now it became a shared space between two lovers. Duncan was finally at ease having you this close to him – He could make sure you were always safe this way, always out of harm’s way. As gentle and sweet as he was, he was also fiercely protective of you. He would go to the end of the earth to protect you.

Every morning you’d wake up with either the sensation of his stubble tickling your skin as he placed delicate kisses all over your face, or his preferred way to wake you up, with him nestled perfectly in between your legs, placing rather more passionate kisses elsewhere on your body. It was heaven for both of you. After some fun in bed and having to nearly pry Duncan off of you, he would go to work and you would make good use of his credit card. But you always kept him in mind, making sure to buy things that he’d loved and was sure to enjoy once he got home. And that left you to your favorite time of the day, when you could hear the front door unlock and his designer boots making their way towards you. After a long day of meetings and bossing around other people, he found comfort in evenings spent with his girl. Meaningful kisses, tender embraces, and easy, genuine conversations; nights spent intertwined on the couch with your empty wine glasses on the coffee table. It was what you both had dreamed of. Domesticity. Being in each other’s company – simply being in each other’s arms. It was everything, and yet it still wasn’t enough.

You craved each other – Constantly needed more of each other. Every night ended with Duncan carrying you to the bedroom to have his way with you. To show you just how much he needed you. And afterwards, once you two were exhausted and left in a love-filled daze, you’d eventually drift off to sleep in each other’s arms, ready to do it all over again the next day. The both of you felt contempt and happy for once in your lives. Everything was just as it should be.

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Except this morning, something had changed. Duncan was nowhere to be found as you finally opened your eyes, weak from sleep. The warmth from his body that always surrounded you in the early mornings was gone, and instead was replaced with a feeling of unease and worry. You furrowed your brows in confusion and reached your arm out to search for your phone on the nightstand.

7:17 am To: Duncan [Where are you?]

It was Saturday morning and he didn’t have work. He should have been right beside you, sleeping sound under the covers with his hair tousled wildly, letting out small breaths from his lips while he slept peacefully. But he wasn’t. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be found. Not in the bathroom, not in the kitchen, not in his office – He was just gone.

7:24am From: Duncan [At the other house, my sweet. I’m dealing with something. Not sure if I’ll see you today.]

You weren’t happy with that response as you twirled your necklace around your fingers, nervously. Honestly, you were just confused more than anything. You checked the date on your phone and realized it was almost a full moon, but not quite yet. He shouldn’t be changing tonight or seeking any type of solitude because of the shift. With no full moon, there was no need for it. So, it had to be something else.

Not knowing drove you crazy. You didn’t want to be the person that overthought everything, but you were. You had always been that way. In life, you liked having control and hated when things didn’t go according to plan. You liked the plan – You liked knowing what the plan was. Being in the dark made you uncomfortable, and in this moment, you could feel the urge to spiral start to take over.

With the two of you being nearly inseparable these days, you felt a pit in your stomach grow at the idea of Duncan keeping something from you. No matter how hard you had worked to trust others and open yourself up, there was always a part of you that felt anxious. Anxious that someone was lying to you or plotting to hurt you.

The last time Duncan had kept something from you it ended with you being chased by him in his other state, nearly giving you a heart attack and a mental breakdown. You thought back to the entire day leading up to that night in the woods. You had been so worried about the secrets and lies that were filling your relationship – so much that it made you burst until you sought him out and found out more than you reckoned for. But now, you had no reason to not trust him. He had showed how devoted he was to you and was consistently truthful and genuine with you – he never lied and never did anything for you to question him. So, why the secrecy now?

7:31am To: Duncan [Is everything okay? Can I come over?]

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7:32am From: Duncan [That might not be a good idea. If I need you, I’ll let you know, baby.]

You weren’t sure what to make of that. He wasn’t being cold and distant with you; he was just away and clearly insistent on not telling you what he was up to. That hint of secrecy only twisted your insides further. But nonetheless, you sat back in defeat, deciding to trust the man you’d grown so fond of while knowing that he’d never betray you. You went to grab your laptop for some online shopping in the hopes of a sweet and expensive distraction.

~

Hours go by and you’ve nearly forgotten about your uncomfortable morning. A part of you cringes at the ridiculous and unnecessary amount of spending, but another part of you feels excitement for Duncan’s reaction when he sees you in your new items. You think back to your mysterious man as you sip from the coffee mug in your hand. Just as he crosses your mind, you hear your phone buzz to the side of you and your eyes widen as you see his name.

1:04pm From: Duncan [Come to the house. Now]

The urgency in his message brought back that uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach and you weren’t sure what to think. Was he in trouble? Was he mad? Had you done something to really anger him? You couldn’t tell from his message and it only made your anxiety worse. A part of you didn’t want to deal with any confrontation today, but another part of you, the curious part of you, needed to know what was going on and if he was okay. And you really didn’t want to wait long to find out.

Quickly, you threw some decent clothes on and jumped into your Porsche (another new gift from the man of the hour). You raced down the highway, a sudden burst of excitement filled you at the idea of finally seeing your boyfriend for the first time that day, even though you were still a bit nervous for what you may find. The rain hit your windshield, the noise calming you a bit as dark clouds loomed over the city in your rearview mirror; the house in the middle of the woods grew closer and closer as you noticed the familiarity of the trees on either side of you.

The moment you pulled up to the hidden driveway, you took in a deep breath trying to steady yourself and calm your nerves. Duncan’s sleek car was already parked next to yours and it only reminded you that the demanding man was inside, waiting for you for whatever reason he chose not to disclose. You let out one last breath and pushed aside whatever fears or trepidation you had and briskly left the car, trying to cover yourself from the rain as best you could. You made your way quickly to the front of the beautiful and familiar home, noticing long claw marks from where he had chased you that night months ago. It calmed you, strangely. Just to think of how far you’ve both come, how much your relationship has evolved and how much work you’ve put into it. It really put things into perspective for you and you decided that whatever it was you’d find inside; you could handle it. You’d handle it together, hopefully.

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“Hello?” you asked timidly as you opened the large front door, stepping in and taking in the stagnant air of the modern house. The lights were off and Duncan’s coat had been long forgotten on the couch. The rain hit the glass on the house, creating an eerie feeling. “Duncan…?” Your voice rang once more throughout the empty house as you cautiously made your way up the stairs. And that’s when you heard it.

Small whimpers. The sound of someone in pain. Groaning and soft whines from a voice you would know anywhere.

“Duncan?” You asked with slight alarm in your voice as you pushed open the bedroom door. The sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks, causing a small gasp to leave your lips. Duncan laid atop the deluxe bed, a whimpering mess as he appeared to be in clear pain.

“Y/N…” his voice came out weak and desperate. Quickly, you rushed to his side, taking in the sight of him completely. A sweat broke out over his forehead and his cheeks were flushed. He looked as if he had just gotten finished with a 10K and immediately crashed on the bed. Duncan was dressed in nothing but his briefs and as you leaned your hand down to softly caress his cheek, you felt how hot his skin was. His eyes were closed tight as if in agony; his face contorted in pain. You had never seen him like this before. He looked fragile – Fragile and weak. But all of that was quickly forgotten once your eyes laid upon his lower region.

He was completely and, what appeared to be, painfully hard. His briefs barely held back his length from breaking free of its confines. You were as confused as ever, but your worries slowly started to vanish as a vague memory came back to you from a night weeks ago; a night spent drinking copious amounts of wine and sharing secrets about wolves, particularly of his kind. He explained nearly everything, from what it meant to be an alpha to mates and breeding to full moon rituals. You even remembered Duncan mentioning something about wolves going into heat when around their mates for long periods of time.

Was he in heat? Could this really be the source of his anguish? You bit your lip thinking about Duncan in this state, helpless and needy for you. The mere idea that you were the cause of this excited you beyond belief.

“Baby, is this what you needed me for?” Your small voice rang out, almost in a teasing and mocking manner as you stroked his forehead and gave him an innocent pout. His eyes shot open, revealing them to be an inhumanly shade of blue as a deep growl left his lips. The warning look he gave you reminded you of that first night you saw him here; he looked feral and dangerous, like a wild animal ready to rip something apart. Instinctively, your body moved away from him but his hand was faster. He quickly reached out and grasped onto your wrist, making sure you couldn’t leave his side.

“Duncan…” Your voice lost any hint of cockiness and now showed only concern, which caused him to slowly ease his tight grip on you. “Baby, what’s going on?” You managed to get out the last bit as you looked him over once again. Maybe you had read the situation wrong. He would never… hurt you, would he? The corner of your eye saw his hips slightly rise into the air almost as if it was his body’s way of telling you what he needed.

“I really tried not to call you over,” he looked away before closing his eyes in disappointment. “Wanted to deal with this on my own,” he added, his grip on you tightening once more. “But I need you,” his voice was dark and raspy as his eyes found yours once again. Simply having you near him strengthened Duncan and he found it in himself to sit up and move his body closer to yours. Afterall that’s what he needed more than anything – just to be close to his mate.

“I-I don’t understand… Why come here? Why not just stay home, baby?” You whispered while he leaned in and attached his lips to your neck, not wasting a second in tasting and licking your soft skin. You smelled delicious and he needed you now.

“In heat,” he said curtly, not wanting to part from your skin and growing more and more frustrated with being this close to you, but not being inside of you. “Can be dangerous for humans,” he added, continuing to suck on your skin, while moving his hands against your breasts, his strength gathering as he roughly massaged you through your shirt. He already felt some sort of relief just having you this close to him. The feeling of your body against him eased him slightly but he needed more. He wouldn’t be happy until he was comfortably and completely inside of you.

“In heat?” you whispered, a small smile forming on your lips as you tried to tease him. “Does my poor baby need my help-“ you were, quickly, cut off from the feeling of him nipping your skin roughly, warning you to not test him. Little did he know, it only made you want to push him further.

“So, you’re in heat…” A dangerous smirk played out over your features as you continued to push him. A small growl left his lips as his hold on you tightened.

“If you don’t stop, I am going to fucking wreck you,” all the warmth in his voice left. Only a cold and dangerous warning was left. Now, he actually wanted you to push him more, to give him an excuse to throw you down on the bed and make you a screaming mess.

“My daddy’s in heat, how cute,” you patronized.

You realized you might have gone too far as his body went completely still at your words. He slowly pulled away from your neck to look you dead in the eyes.

“He is,” the words sounded more like a growl as every bit of intensity and desire he had shown through the blue of his irises. He tilted his head slightly, the ghost of a smirk showing as he gripped your hip with inhuman strength, making you wince. “And your daddy is going to wipe that pretty, little smile right off of your face,” he whispered as he leaned in slowly next to your ear, enjoying the shiver that ran through your body. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck, biting hard on one of the already red and purple marks he left. “You see… Daddy needs you,” his hand rose to your throat, squeezing just enough to make you gasp. “He needs to feel you… Needs to be inside of you,” his hand squeezed harder, constricting your airway. “Unless, you have other plans and want to continue teasing your daddy.”

You shook your head side to side as you gasped for air. “No, sir,” the smallest whimper left your lips as you struggled to get your words out.

His ease on you let up and his hand found its way to your shirt, ripping it right off of your body. “Good. Now, I need you to behave like a good, little girl today while daddy has his way with you,” he whispered as he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your skin. “Is that understood?”

You nodded once more, biting your lip, “Yes, daddy. I’ll be so good for you,” you played along with him. He knew exactly how to shut you up and remind you that he was the one in charge. He appeared to be happy with your response, licking a small stripe against your neck only to suck on it and nip it lovingly.

“Mm, you’ll be my sweet, little princess?” His hands found your hips, raising you onto his waist while he leaned back down onto the bed. You straddled him while his hands ran all over your body possessively.

“I’ll be your sweetest princess,” you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck as you felt yourself start to fall into your familiar roles. He was your daddy and you were his princess. Of course, you could be a brat at times, but he liked it most when his girl didn’t challenge him. And you craved his praise more than anything. You’d do just about anything for him if he called you his ‘good girl’.

“That’s what I like to hear.” The dark smirk that appeared on his lips sent a shiver down your spine moments before he flipped you both over and pinned you to the mattress. “My baby’s going to be ruined by the end of today,” Duncan’s lips turned into a fake, exaggerated pout but his eyes showed malicious intent. You whined, trying to raise your hips to rub against his briefs. He glared at you, silently warning you to behave. “Stay,” he ordered, reaching over and grabbing something from the nightstand, his warm body leaving you for a second too long causing you to whine again. He found his place against your body once more, only now holding two pieces of silk in his hand causing you to bite your lower lip in anticipation.

“Is that for me, daddy? I promised I would be a good girl…” you imitated his pout while your eyes stared up at him innocently. He stared right through you, calling your bluff.

“You don’t fool me for a second, little one. Even my good girl can be naughty at times… And daddy doesn’t want to deal with you challenging him or being a brat right now.” He fastened the pieces of silk around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame as a dissatisfied noise left your lips. Duncan knew you loved being able to feel him while making love, but the beast in him had no intention of being sweet with you today. The other half of him, the animalistic part of him purely just needed your body, as selfish as that was. He was blinded by the state he was in; he was ready to do just about anything to feel his cock settled deep inside of you. You noticed him being a bit harsher than normal, but didn’t think much of it. You were too preoccupied with the wetness growing in between your legs. Your wrists were held fairly tightly in the silk and you looked up at him, whimpering.

“So, daddy can’t handle me, then? He needs to tie me up?” You bat your eyelashes at him, hoping to rile him up even more; loving this game of cat and mouse you were in.

“I’d stop talking if I were you,” he leaned in close to your ear, his powerful aura making you sink even further into the mattress. You were frightened and excited for what he would do if you pushed him too far, but he didn’t give you the chance. “Actually,” a dangerous smile appeared on his face as he rubbed his stubble in contemplation. “I think I know the perfect thing to shut you up.”

Your mind instantly thought of the gag in the drawer you were sure he would pull out, but you were wrong. Your eyes widened as you saw him palm himself through his briefs, his prominent bulge begging for release. He pulled down his briefs and threw them to the floor while your mouth watered at the sight of his length bobbing up and down. Duncan stroked himself a couple of times while staring you down, getting ready for how good you were about to make him feel. You gasped when he quickly took hold of your hair and pulled your head back even further into the mattress, making your mouth more accessible to him.

“You just look so pretty like this, angel,” he spat out coldly, gripping onto your hair even harder while making his way up your body. He held his cock to your face and slapped his thick length against your lips crudely, beckoning you to open up for him. When you didn’t, a growl escaped him and he pulled on your hair even harder. It was bordering just a little too painful. “Open. Now,” he demanded, staring down at you. You obeyed him, quickly opening your mouth to him and he didn’t waste a second thrusting into your mouth. A groan left his lips as his head slightly fell back at the feeling of your warmth take him in completely.

His thrusts were fast and hard as he chased his high. The sound of you moaning and gagging on his cock only urged him to go faster; his cock easily found its way down your throat with each thrust. He slammed his hips into your mouth as you fought against your restraints. You couldn’t help the wetness forming between your legs as he used you for his own pleasure.

“Fuck… your pretty, little mouth feels so good,” he grunted. “Are you my little sex slave, princess?” His laugh echoed off the walls. “Gonna use you however I want,” he spoke while his thrusts started getting sloppier; the feeling of his first orgasm of the day starting to build.

You tried to reply to him, but all that came out was a soft mumbling against his cock. He felt the vibrations of your words against his shaft, causing a deep moan to leave his lips as he pushed his cock even further into you.

“Sorry, princess. What was that?” He teased, smirking to himself. “Couldn’t quite hear you with my cock down your throat,” he chuckled to himself. He grabbed onto your hair and picked up his pace, seeking his own pleasure. You knew he was dangerously close from the increasing sound of his moans building up to his release. His cock roughly thrust into your mouth once more and you felt him still his movements as a loud groan echoed off of the walls. His cum shot out of his tip and coated your throat as he thrust a couple more times, making sure every bit of cum he had to give you went down your throat.

He released you from your grip and fell against the bed, breathing heavily as he ran his hand through his hair, finally feeling relief from the tortures of his morning. “Fuck…” He raised his head, looking you over while taking his time sitting up. His hands graced your thigh while he noticed the innocent, needy look on your face.

“So good for daddy,” he whispered, knowing exactly what to say to please you, while leaning down to kiss your thigh. “I hope you can keep that up for the rest of the day.”

~

Duncan got increasingly rougher and meaner as the day went on. The once sweet and loving man you saw only yesterday was nowhere to be found today. What you had in your presence was instead, a man who was rough with you, who taunted you, who mercilessly used your body for his own pleasure. He was always a very dominant and rough lover, but he was always still tender and loving. But the Duncan you were witnessing today was all business. He used you over and over again, his appetite never seeming to ease up.

You couldn’t really complain, because you were loving every second of it. Well almost every second of it – you wished he would ease up on you just a bit, but it wasn’t anything you were worried about as he gave you world-shattering orgasm after another.

His hunger was never-ending. Whether he had you on all fours, or pushed up against the wall, or spread out on the kitchen counter, he was savagely wrecking your body, always seeking his next high. You were growing exhausted by the fifth or sixth hour, you weren’t sure anymore, but he never showed to tire himself.  He only wanted more. More of you, more of being inside of you, more of being surrounded by you, more of you bending at his will. He needed it.

He tried giving you a break, but could only last about thirty minutes once he felt that uncomfortable tension starting to build on itself again. You didn’t mind – not really anyways. His never-ending need to be inside of you left you feeling full – in more ways than one. Your heart leapt every time he called you his ‘princess’, only to have your mind turn to focus on the pain and pleasure you were feeling from him thrusting into you at a relentless pace. Duncan had so much energy and stamina, it was truly shocking. He was always a dominant lover, you knew this, but he never ceased to surprise and amaze you with just how much faster and harder he could fuck you.

And now you found yourself on all fours once again, at the mercy of your rough lover. Duncan’s hands gripped onto your hips with feverish force while he thrust into you with inhuman speed. You already had two orgasms down from this session alone and you were a whimpering mess as you tried to hold onto the comforter for dear life.

“Aw, what’s the matter, little one? Can’t handle daddy fucking you like this?” he mocked you while grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking your head back to look at him. You’d never seen his eyes so dark before as he glowered at you. His dangerous smile returning once he heard the small whines escaping you.

“Thought you were going to be good for me,” his lip curled up. “Thought you were daddy’s good little girl…” his voice mocked your whimpers. “Thought you were special,” he let out a dark chuckle. “Guess not,” any warmth he had for you left his voice as he ignored the gasp that left your mouth at his harsh words.

“Duncan…” you warned, trying to get the point across to him that he was close to crossing the line. He had pushed you relentlessly all day with his ruthless comments and nonexistent sympathy and you were only now starting to feel a bit crushed by his actions. What happened to your Duncan who always made sure you were alright? What happened to the Duncan who, even though he was rough with you, always assured you that you were loved and cared for? You weren’t sure who this new person was.

“What?” he snapped. “Is daddy being too mean?” He mocked once more, thrusting into you particularly hard, enjoying the small scream that left your lips.

You lowered your head, hiding your face in the mattress and not wanting to look at him anymore as you considered his words. You were left with a bitter taste in your mouth from the way Duncan was acting. You weren’t sure why he was being so cruel, especially when he knew how vulnerable you were in this state. His words were cutting a little too deep and you found yourself stifling a new onset of tears.

“Rose.”

Duncan fought the beast inside of him and stopped immediately at the sound of your shared safe word. You had never used it before in all the time you had known him and he wasn’t even sure if he had heard you correctly. He fell back onto the mattress and stared in disbelief as he felt his world come crashing down around him. Shame surrounded him as clarity started to fill his senses. It was as if a veil was lifted and he could finally see how cruel he had been this whole time.

“That,” Duncan muttered, while staring at his hands. “That wasn’t me,” you heard his small whisper as he spoke mostly to himself. He looked around his surroundings trying to gather himself before his eyes fell on you. You saw every ounce of heartbreak in his expression as his blue eyes started to well up with tears.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he sounded weak, even ashamed. He hesitated before reaching for you and gently caressing your leg. “Baby, I don’t- I don’t know what came over me.”

“I don’t like how you were talking to me,” you placed your hand on top of his. You needed to tell him the truth, but he just looked so devastated by the fact that he hurt you, it killed you to see him like this.

“I kept pushing you and I should have known better,” he let out a shaky breath, coming to terms with how awful he had been.

“And I should have just communicated with you from the get-go.” It was the truth. You should have told him how you felt the first moment you felt the slightest bit uncomfortable. He lifted his head and shifted his eyes from his hands to your eyes.

Duncan shook his head in denial, “I should have known.”

You could tell he’d beat himself up over this for probably the rest of his life. He’d most likely never come near you again while in heat; the thought alone made you sigh in disappointment.

“Come here… please,” your voice was soft as you gestured to the pillow lying next to your head. He softly lowered himself next to you, turning on his side to face you. His hand found your waist and he rubbed small circles while staring at you through glassy eyes.

“Okay, here’s what you’re not going to do. You’re not going to think about this all the time and let it destroy you,” he had opened his mouth to speak, but you quickly placed your hand over his lips to stop him. “Because I’m fine,” you stared into his eyes, making sure he understood. “And I forgive you and I love you.” He let out a long sigh against your hand – Sometimes he felt he truly wasn’t deserving of you or your kindness.

“I understand today has been… a unique occurrence and neither of us really knew how to navigate it. But I trust you, no matter what,” you reassured him while moving your hand to stroke his cheek. “Please don’t let this deter you from ever touching me again. I promise I’ll communicate better if you promise to always hear my needs.”

“Always,” Duncan spoke right away. “My love… I’m just so sorry. I didn’t mean any of those cruel things I said,” he looked like a lost puppy in this moment. It was always so interesting, and in a way absurd, to see him look so vulnerable. He prided himself on being the tough and powerful type, so when you did get to see moments where he looked small and hurt, it reminded you of how sensitive he truly could be.

He continued to rub small circles against your skin while he melted into your hand against his cheek; his stubble tickled you and the familiar feeling filled you with a new adoration for the man lying in front of you.

All Duncan thought of was how amazing you were. How beautiful and kind and caring. How you were completely his; it was something he would always be in awe of. He knew he fucked up. He knew that no matter what you said and how understanding you were, he fucked up. He’d give anything for your forgiveness and you already gave it to him so easily. He truly didn’t deserve you – He felt that in his bones.

“You’re my angel… you know that, right? I love you so much,” he whispered, leaning forward to ghost his lips over yours. You pulled him in for a tender kiss and you knew in that moment you had your Duncan back.

~

Minutes go by… And then hours go by… and Duncan still has you wrapped up in his arms. This whole time, he’s done nothing but share sweet nothings in your ear and place gentle kisses in your hair. He was still in heat, but could feel himself coming down from it. Being this close to you was, in a way, still difficult for him, but he controlled every urge he had – Even if parts of his body didn’t. You could feel how hard he was against you, but no whimpers or moans this time from being in pain, so you knew he was going to be okay. Only the occasional groan when you moved your body, which had you stifling giggles each time.

Lying beside him like this was perfect – but being this close to him with his warm breath ghosting over your skin and his hands dancing across your hips, it made you crave him in a different way. You had thought you were truly his perfect mate, to still want to go for another round with him after having sex for hours. You had to stifle a laugh but he noticed. He always noticed.

“What’s so funny, my love?” He entertained you, a genuine smile on his face as he turned on his back, bringing you to lay on his chest.

“Hm, nothing,” you tapped your finger across his warm chest. “Can I have some water, pretty please?” You asked with puppy dog eyes, as you lifted your head to look at him.

“You want me to go all the way downstairs for some water?” His eyebrow rose in question.

“Do you want me to die of dehydration?”

He rolled his eyes at you while a smile formed on his lips. “Don’t joke about that,” he kissed your forehead before getting out of bed.

You needed an excuse to get up and stretch. Okay, maybe you also needed some time to think about how to get Duncan to touch you again. To really touch you again. You were sure he’d be against it, but you wanted him. And you knew he wanted you, too. You were reminded of that when you ran your finger across your stomach where some of his precum had leaked onto. You knew he was holding back… All you needed was a way to make him let go – At least just a little bit.

You stood up, nervously playing with your necklace around your fingers, thinking about how to get him to give you what you wanted when his tall frame appeared in the room. You jumped up in surprise causing a small laugh to escape him.

“Somebody’s jumpy,” he remarked, making his way over to you with your water in his hand. You looked him over, not bothering to hide your sultry eyes or the way you licked your lips at the sight of his hard cock bobbing up and down.

Duncan cleared his throat, looking at you amusingly. Your cheeks grew warm at the smug look on his face; you turned around quickly, not wanting him to catch any hint of embarrassment on your end. A smirk played out on his lips as he reached over you to place your water on the night stand before wrapping his arms around your body.

“Something you wanted?” his voice was soft as he placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

“Mhm,” you teased while you reached behind you for his hard length. The mere sight of it had made your mouth water; your mind raced with excitement. Duncan bit down onto your neck and let out a deep growl at the sudden sensation. His teeth dug into your skin as a warning, but it only deepened your arousal. You moved your hand languidly across his length, letting him know that you simply wanted to please him, to give him what he so desired.

“Baby, we shouldn’t,” he spoke against your skin. He wanted nothing more than to let you continue touching him like this, but he didn’t want to risk the darker side of him coming out again.

“I want to, though,” you whispered, rolling your head back onto his shoulder. “I want you. And I trust you, and I love you. Please,” you breathed out, feeling his cock twitch in your hand.

Duncan let out a small sigh before speaking. “Okay,” his voice was quiet as he placed his lips gently to your neck. He released his grip on your waist only to take your hair in his hand and pull your head back, granting him more access to your neck. You continued stroking him as he worked his tongue over the bite marks on your skin.

“On the floor, baby,” he orders gently. You immediately do as he says, taunting him on all fours with your ass on full display for him. Seeing you like this, on your hands and knees, a whimpering mess, only excited the beast in him more. You turn around slowly to find him fixated on the sight of your helpless state, as his precum glistens and drips to the floor. He lowers himself on his knees, licking a long stripe up your back all the way to your neck where he bites down gently.

“I can smell how fertile you are, princess,” he emits a low growl as his hot breath fans over your skin. “It’s been driving me crazy all day,” his hand reaches down in between your thighs and dips into your folds, gathering your arousal on his fingers. He pulls back reluctantly, bringing his hand to his cock while rubbing your wetness on his tip, mixing your arousal around with his precum.

The squelching sounds of him getting himself off is too much for you and you turn around to make yourself face-to-face with his neglected cock. You look up at him through innocent eyes while leaning forward and pressing your lips to his tip, kissing him ever so gently. He growls excitedly and presses his cock to your face, smearing his precum over your lips and cheeks, marking you as his. His mate. His little plaything. Whatever he wishes for in this moment. You’re his.

He forces your lips open with the tip of his cock and he gently thrusts into you. You happily accept him into your mouth and moan at the salty taste of his precum on your tongue. He humps at your mouth a couple more times before you feel the base of his shaft start to swell. He had warned you about this before. Something that occasionally happens to his kind while aroused. You had never experienced it before, but you were more than excited to take his knot. Except, he instantly pulls out of you and pushes you back down onto the floor.

“You’re mine,” his voice is raspy and low while he pumps himself a few more times.

“Always, Duncan,” your voice is soft as he grabs your body and flips you over with ease, making sure you’re on all fours again. He grips onto your hair with one strong hand and pulls your head back lightly. He smears the rest of his precum along your ass as he searches for what he’s looking for. He finds the wet, warm opening he was desperate for and instantly thrusts into you, yanking on your hair as he bottoms out in you. There was no pain, only pleasure as he stretches you out completely.

Duncan made sure to control the beast in him as best he could, but still set his fast pace. His hips snapped into yours quickly as he chased his release, wanting nothing more than to spill his seed into you. It’s where his cum belonged – every single drop inside of you. He’d give it to you over and over again until you were full of him and only him.

Your moans steadily got louder and louder and in retaliation, he releases your head and leans down, holding your back close to his chest as he bites down on your neck again. His thrusts are deep as he growls in your ear, warning you to behave.

“Gonna drain every drop inside of you,” he promises. The swelling on his length you felt earlier starts to come back and the sensation combined with how primal he’s being nearly throws you into your own orgasm.

“This is what you’re made for,” he smirks to himself, “For carrying my babies.” His thrusts only grow more erratic as he chases his release. “You gonna give me some pups, babygirl?”

You’d never talked about children before and you weren’t sure what he was going on about, but you couldn’t help how turned on you were by his words. You nearly cried out just from the way he was talking to you. His knot hit against your opening with every thrust, massaging you as you start to come undone.

He was being relatively gentle with you before, but now as his need builds, he starts thrusting into you eagerly. His eyes darken and he growls deeply as he breeds you.

With one last thrust, he pulls you back into him and he forces his knot inside of you, connecting you both as he starts to fill you with his warm cum. Duncan lets out a strangled growl that slowly blends into loud groans, echoing off the walls. If you weren’t in an isolated house in the middle of the forest, you might have been afraid of the noise level. But with how vocal he was being and how amazing it felt having him release himself in you, your mind turned elsewhere.

Your body feels like it’s been set ablaze and your own orgasm hits you hard. Duncan holds you up as pleasure takes over your body and you feel every wave of bursting electricity pass over you. Your desperate moans fill his ears and it causes more cum to leak out of him. He leans down to kiss your neck as he paints your walls with a new steady stream of his seed; his quiet groans vibrate off of your skin. You’re positively full of him and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

He breathes heavily against your skin as you both try to steady yourselves. The swelling from his knot starts to go down, but he continues to stay deep inside of you. He finds pleasure from having you cradled under his body, his cum seated deeply in you. The animal in him wants to put life in you and wishes more than anything to impregnate you. But Duncan knows you two haven’t had that conversation yet and he knows you’re on the pill, making his efforts useless. His deepest desire that he was too afraid to talk to you about finally just revealed itself and he’s unsure of how to go about it now. He realizes there’s no use in keeping you two in this position anymore as you won’t bear his children this time, so he pulls out of you reluctantly.

You feel his cum drip down your legs and gather onto the floor in a puddle as he watches the sight with sad eyes. He thinks to himself, “What a waste.” But he’s immediately snapped out of his thoughts when he hears your small voice calling to him.

“Duncan,” you happily sigh, turning around and laying down in exhaustion. You think you’ve finally reached your limit for the day; you don’t think you could go for another second with him. You bask in the aftermath of your orgasm, exhausted and feeling sleep call your name.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he forgets his woes and places gentle kisses all over your face while praising you and worshipping your body with sweet and tender touches. He knew you had had enough and he wouldn’t dare push you any further. After all, he was still ashamed for how awful he had treated you earlier and now, for trying to breed you. Hell, he was ashamed for calling you over in the first place and making you deal with him in this state. He knew you deserved better – that you deserved someone who was sweet and gentle with you. And as hard as he tried, he was still an animal. He swore that he’d always protect you, but could he protect you from himself?

“Baby,” your voice broke his chain of thoughts again as he instantly found your eyes with his own cerulean ones. Your hand reached for his that stroked your cheek and you looked at him knowingly.

“Don’t do that,” you spoke with little energy, you already felt your bed calling for you. He’d have to carry you to the shower and bathe you himself before laying you in bed for the night; you had no energy to do it on your own. “I know that look and I know what’s going through your mind, stop it,” you lightly chuckle, squeezing his hand.

“Baby, you deserve better than what I can give you,” his face contorts with sadness as he thinks back to the events of the day. His words are painful to hear as you stare at him in disbelief.

“Duncan. Shepherd. Don’t you ever say that again,” your voice wavers as you fight back a small onset of tears. “Baby, that isn’t true. I’m yours and your mine. Always, remember?” your voice breaks as you try to calm him. He sighs while slowly nodding his head, comfort settling over him.

“I know,” his voice is as soft as you think you’d ever heard it. He looks so vulnerable in this moment, you’re afraid to even touch him out of fear of breaking the man in front of you. “Always…” he ponders the word. “Promise me you mean that?” His voice is raw with emotion as he begs, tears forming in his eyes, causing them to look like two perfect swirling oceans.

“Of course I promise,” you reassure him. “Now, take me to the shower, please,” you whine and laugh, sleepily.

Duncan sighs contentedly before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Alright, come on,” he joins in on your laughter as he helps you up.

“No, carry me,” you whine like a little child causing him to laugh a bit louder.

“You know, I’m tired, too-” He was cut off by the sound of a tree rustling around outside the window. Both of you stop dead in your tracks, Duncan with his brows furrowed and you with your eyes wide in surprise. You instinctively grab the bed sheet and cover yourself, while Duncan lets go of you and makes his way to the open window. Of all the times you had ever been here, you’d never heard that noise before. It wasn’t possible for somebody to just “stumble” onto this land. It just wasn’t.

“Duncan,” your voice was small and scared. There was always something eerie about this place and any strange sounds you heard now were not helping. You quickly found your place beside him again, realizing that that was the safest place to be. Both of you stared out into the dark of the night, looking for the cause of whatever made that curious noise.

“Baby, I don’t like this,” you whispered. He placed his arm around your waist, comforting you while he glared into the forest. And that’s when you saw it.

You were in disbelief. Shock and confusion overtook you and you couldn’t comprehend what you were looking at.

“Nick?” your voice spoke, mostly to yourself as you tried to comprehend the sight in front of you. Nick emerged from behind the trees and looked you dead in the eye before turning his gaze to Duncan and immediately running in the other direction. But what stuck out the most was the camera in his hands.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Duncan’s chest breathing heavily. His face was contorted in a type of anger you had never seen before and wished to never be on the receiving end of. His jaw was tense and his lip curled in disgust.

Duncan was fast. Too fast. He reached for his sweatpants, pulling them on before slamming the door open, nearly knocking it off of its hinges. He was down the stairs before you could catch up to him, leaving a trail of destruction in his path.

He reached the front door just as you got downstairs. In a heated fury, he opened the front door letting in the cool air of the night before running outside into the darkness.

“Duncan!”

Part 5

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My Much Better half - Duncan x fem!reader // Part Two

Suggested by @langdxn​ and i’m too weak to resist... Yes, there will be a part three. Yes, I have no will power. Read part one here.

Description: After proposing to you in Paris, Duncan looked over you during wild ride that is pregnancy and childbirth.

Warnings:  I mean, you’re here for the fluff, right? dad!Duncan, brief mention of sex (to be expected when i’m the one writing), childbirth. This loosely follows the events of HoC but not in the same order. I didn’t reread this fully so apologies, English isn't my first language.

“Okay, Miss Y/L/N, the gel will be cold” the young nurse announced before squirting some of the material of your already blooming womb. “Before we start, I would need to know if you will be interested in knowing what you are expecting” her face turned to look at you, then fell to yours and Duncan’s hand tightly entwined.

Your gaze fell into your fiancé, raising an eyebrow. “I would like to, yes, would you?” you enquired, watching him eagerly nod. “Yes, please, that would be great” his smile grew wide before dying on your knuckles, the gentle ring sitting on your finger tickling his stubble.

 “Alright, here we go” the nurse pushed the ultrasound device against your belly. This was your second scan and you could not be more excited to see the affectionately nicknamed Peanut. Names had been discussed already and Duncan had a lengthy discussion with your boss in order to relocate your own working desk to his office so he could keep an ever-growing protective eye on you.

Glowing and radiating, pregnancy seemed to look like the decision you had ever done despite the lack of sleep and morning sickness and the brunette would never fail to mention just how beautiful you looked. So beautiful in fact that it became the worst distraction possible.

But he loved every single bit of it, even when he was finding you crying in the kitchen at 2 in the morning because you craved a bowl of pasta but the water was taking too long to boil, not aware you had forgotten to turn on the induction beneath the pot.

 Besides your breath taking radiance, the thing he enjoyed the most was your sex drive, now higher than his. You had been expecting for 20 weeks and he had already lost count on how many nights he was the one whimpering and aching out of bed, practically begging for a break.

His hand tightened around yours as the nurse turned the monitor towards the both of you. You could already feel his subtle tremor, becoming less able to hide his obvious emotion. “It looks like baby is being a bit fussy” the lady laughed, unable to get a clear image of the small being growing in your stomach. “Come on, Peanut” Duncan teased, gently poking at the bump to try and get the tiny figure to shift around, earning a giggle from you as well as the operator. Twisting around in the funniest dance, your child seemed to be drawn to the voice of their father.

 “Whoop, let’s skip this for the end, shall we” she quickly skipped what looked like the small pair of legs. Tightening even further against your fingers, you felt your fiancé’s lips tightly pressing on the back of your hand. The operator started to measure the spine and legs of your little peanut, explaining what was yet to come for the next couple of months before the next scan you would assist. She asked a few questions about your own health, advising for you to avoid stressful situations as much as possible.

Warm tears laced between your fingers while you felt a small sob escape your lover while some prickled your eyes too as Duncan intently watched the black and white imagery unfolding on the screen, absolutely mesmerised. “Let’s check on baby’s heart beat and then find out what you are having” she rejoiced, placing the Doppler on your stomach.

 Slowly, the harmonious and regular heartbeat of what you had both created quickly filling up the room. Pushing his brow and wet eyes in your palms, your fiancé quietly wept his happiest tears in your hands. “And by the looks of things, you are expecting a girl” the nurse announced gleefully, pushing a new sob out of your chest before Duncan wrapped his fingers around your face, cupping it to push a tender and loving kiss on your lips.

Before you, he was always self-assured and controlling of the minutest things. He would not allow himself to show his stress, frustration or tears but you broke the carapace. His feelings seeped out in existence, helping him grow his mother’s legacy much faster than before because he was now showing to the world that he cared.

 It took him a while to pull himself together, getting his puffy cheeks to flatten again and his red eyes to dim. As you both made your way out of the nurse’s office, hand in hand, you exchanged a loving look. “You’re going to outnumber me shortly, darling” he joked, the idea of having another woman ruling over his life filling his thoughts and clouding his mind. “At least we won’t need to look for a flower girl anymore” you continued, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Should we wait for her to walk to get married?” his voice asked as you found yourself by the car. His fingers looped around your car door to open it and let you climb in it. He quickly darted around the car, taking the driver seat.

The pregnancy had pushed him to stop relying on cabs and tinted SUVs and to purchase a car big enough to fit your dreams of a large family. “Honey, I want you to be aware that we’re going to keep on going until we make a boy” he joked while slowly reversing the car once you had both buckled up your seat belts. “I read in an article that hormones released by a female orgasm helps conceiving a boy so you know what to do next time” you bit back, side eyeing Duncan, waiting for a reaction.

 He looked back at you with a shocked expression, a blabbering mess escaping his lips as he could not find a comeback. “I’m obvious joking, honey” you laughed as he drove down the busy streets of DC. As you stepped in your apartment, you took back your usual routine and slumped on the couch after changing into the most comfortable closes you could gather from both your man and your own closet. He poured himself a cup of coffee, slinking back next to you and caressing your ankles. Once he would be done with his brew, his other hand would rest on your belly.

Whenever you would lie down was some of his favourite moments because that’s when the bump really showed. He would coo and talk to your unborn child, sometimes humming and singing to her. The amount of loved he poured over you was sometimes overwhelming and the idyllic situation sometimes broke into meaningless fights quickly cut short by the overflowing hormones spilling out of your eyes.

 Arguments would always end in the both of you cooped up underneath the comforter, sticky from the sweat and seed of the love you had just made. He worshipped you, more careful and delicate than ever.

Any appearance you would both make would be short and effective. Duncan and you developed some sort of 6th sense, scenting when the other needed saving whether it was him lost in the most boring conversation or you getting hammered with elderly women trying to stroke your blossoming bump and hammering you with old wives tales.

 Time flies when you have fun and how much fun was it to see Duncan falling in love with the burgeoning life in your womb. He would always apologies for the stress he exuded but he would also remind you how thankful he was for you to have entered his life. He would thank Charlotte, the name you had settled on for your quickly approaching bundle of joy, for keeping him in line.

Scandal imploded in the Shepherd’s family as you entered your last trimester. Your lover’s uncle, Bill, passed away and he nearly escaped being jailed after launching an app that was unknowingly too invasive.

 It was a warm autumn day when Duncan burst through the door of the flat, a loud sob escaping his chest as his eyes darted around to find you. Struggling to hoist yourself up from the couch due to your nearly full term belly, you turned to him.

Desperation and anger clouded his eyes, his eyebrows pulled together in a heart-breaking expression.

 “Did you know? He whimpered through the tears, did you know about my birth mother?

-W-What? What’s happening, you worried, waddling your way to him.

-Annette is not my mother, did you know?! His voice was harsh and full of disgust.

-No, I-I didn’t know, no, what’s going on, Duncan?

-She’s lied to me my whole life. That’s what’s going on.

-Duncan, please! Her voice rang at the door.”

A sting of confusion ensued in front of you. An intense pulling took you aback as you felt the muscle around your stomach contract. You had been sporadically been experiencing the feeling of what you assumed were your first signs of contractions. You gasped as discreetly as possible while reaching back for the couch. Your fingers tightly clutched at the material as you made your way back around it to sit down while the uncomfortable sensation subsided.

The argument carried on in a blur behind you as another pull tugged around your baby. Faintly turning around to see your fiancé, the veins in his neck bulging in anger while his features reddened. If you had not been feeling this uncomfortable pain, you would be finding yourself getting turned on but this was no time for arousal.

Your trembling voice broke the feud. “Dunc-, I need you to help me to the bathroom”. You were sure to have whispered the words but when the worried look wrapped around both Annette and his son, you understood you had been loud enough.

 Nearly sprinting from the other side of the apartment to you, the toned arms of your fiancé helped you up from the sofa. You had never seen your mother in law run but when she noticed the struggle you had to walk, she launched to hold the other side of your figure. Taking small and slow steps, they gently guided you. You had only reached the middle of the living room when you found yourself stopping your steps.

Annette’s eyes widen in shock as she noticed the trail of liquid following your steps. When your feet stopped, a large gush pooled between your legs. Looking up for help, Duncan met his mother’s expression. Panic grew in his chest as your fingers curled around his shoulder. This contraction was stronger than the other ones you experienced.

“Duncan, her water is breaking. Take her to the bathroom, I’ll call the midwife”. A soft groan escaped your lips as the pain quickened. Your mother in law’s arms left your side while your fiancé pulled you to the bathroom. He slinked the pair of pyjama shorts you had been lounging on and helped you sit on the toilet while Annette dialled the number of the hospital.

 A string of profanity escaped the brunette as he watched the liquid trickling out of you. Physically slapping some sense into him by pulling him down to your face. “I don’t need this right now, I need you to calm down” you whimpered through your teeth, yanking him closer to lay your head on his shoulder.

His breathing was ecstatic, unsure whether to cry or panic on what might be your little Lottie’s birthday. He shook his head, decided on neither solutions. Duncan’s arms wrapped around your waist as he tried to help you sway. Annette came to the door way “Sweetheart, we need to get you to the hospital, tell me where your bag is? I’ll jump in a cab to follow you”. “No, you’re coming in the car with us” her adoptive son said, stern and informative. “I’ll need you with us” he finished.

Your body relaxed as the pain left your stomach. “I’m sure I can just get a painkiller and it’ll be fine, we don’t need to go now” you whispered, obviously not thinking straight about the situation unfolding before you.

A gentle scoff escaped Duncan as her helped you up, wrapping a towel around your waist. “No chance for that, Y/N” he replied. The adrenaline kicked in his body and he pulled you up in his arms, carrying you to the underground parking and strapping you in the car before instructing his mother on where you had left your hospital bag.

You slurred delirious remarks on the ride to the hospital, keeping the tension cooler than it previously was and earning muffled laughs from both people with you in the car. Your groans of pain became louder and more regular. You were sure the hospital was a short distance from your apartment yet somehow it felt like you were in this car for hours. In a silent coordination, Annette was dropped at the entrance of the maternity ward where she fetched some help while Duncan tried his best to park in his panicky state.

 Your mother in law quickly rushed to the car with a midwife pushing a wheelchair while the father to be came to the other side, opening your door and shushing your worries with encouraging words. Once again, he pulled you up against his chest and gingerly sat you on the wheelchair. “I will push her” he told the midwife before she even had a chance to get a hold on the handles.

Travelling through the winding halls, you quickly were installed in the triage room. Large elastic bands were strapped around your stomach to monitor your contractions as well as the baby’s heartbeat. Holding your hand and refusing to get further than 5ft away from you, your fiancé remained by your side. “We’re about to have our baby, honey” he hushed when the panic cooled down from his bloodstream. “Our little princess is on her way” his voice praised as he looked at your bump. His lips on the stretched skin of your stomach, whispering encouraging words about how strong you were and how great you were doing.

 Clad in a white coat, the familiar OBGYN walked in the room, seemingly as happy as the soon to be father was. “Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd!” she rejoiced, looking down on the clip board she held. “Not quite, but I appreciate the sentiment” you giggled, feeling absolutely fine now that you were not having a contraction. She quickly examined you, a nervous look split across Duncan’s face as his eyes were planted on you. “Looks like you are having this baby today, you are already dilated at a 6” she informed you, your heartbeat quickened.

“We’re going to move you into a labour and delivery room and wait a couple of hours to see how you’re progressing but this could take between 6 to 12 hours” she finished, giving the both of you an hopeful look. You shyly nodded as she exited the room. Your lover’s hand kissed the top of your hand before dropping against your lips. “I have no idea what she just said but you look excited so I take it as a good sign” he confessed before giggling.

 The transfer to the much more comfortable room was definitely an upgrade even if you had to receive the IV and wear the extremely glamorous hospital socks and gown. You had been in the room for about 25 minutes when the worst contraction yet tore through your stomach. Begging Duncan to call the nurse, he frantically pressed on the button.

“How can I help? A voiced came through the tiny phone like handle your partner held.

-Hi! This is Duncan Shepherd, my fiancé is in a lot of pain and she asked for a nurse?

-We’ll send your midwife over right away, sir.”

 Another excruciating long wait subsided while the pain picked up. “Y/N? How can I held?” the gentle voice of the midwife rang in your ears. “I want all the pain killers please” you begged, desperate for the pain to stop. “Alright, I’m going to pump some in your IV which will help ease the contractions and then we’ll see if we can administer the epidural”. You nodded eagerly as the nurse reached underneath the gown to check you once more.

“It might be too late for the epidural, you’re at 8. We’re going to start practice pushes to help you prepare, okay?” she broke the news, getting Duncan to gasp. He striped his warm coat off of him and rolled his sleeves, settling by your side. Lacing your fingers with his, you whispered to him how much you loved him, quickly earning soft kisses as he reciprocated your words.

 “More than yesterday but much less than tomorrow” he hushes against your lips. The practice pushes freed something into you. The pain was now put to use. Your partner held your hands, holding your close. The nurse instructed you to stop pushing slowly realising you had been at it for hours. Resting your head on the broad shoulder of your man, you took deep breathes while the midwife gave you helpful advise on how to deal with the pain.

The frame of your OBGYN came into your clouded view. She did not even need to check your dilatation when she took the place of the midwife that had been giving your directions. “I can already see a lot of hair” the doctor announced while slipping a pair of latex gloves.

 Whimpering softly as the pain regained your body, informing your doctor that you felt the urge to keep on pushing. The midwife stood in front of Duncan, inviting him to be as helpful and present as he wished to. “Hold on just for a moment, Y/N, we’re going to start pushing really soon”. You nodded while the bed shifted underneath you, holding you in a more seated position. “I would like to catch her if that is possible” you heard your fiancé ask as the OB set up her tools, reassuring him that it would not pose any problems to do so. His eyes were wet already and when the doctor invited him to peak at the head of his daughter gently making her way down, a sob shook him. “She has so much hair” he told you, practically jumping up to the ceiling in excitement.

 He had already been feeling like a father from the moment Charlotte has started to move within your tummy but more than ever now, he was ready to push a step further in actual fatherhood. Being attentive like a schoolboy, he hooked his arm under your knee and pulled it towards you as you started to push, your fingers coiled around the metal bars of the medical bed. He mirrored the midwife on the other side, guiding you and whispering encouraging words to your ears.

How proud he was to see you thrive and glow, fulfilling the secret dream you had both harvested as the years passed. You made him the man he was today and you were changing him into a husband but today, you were making him a father. A desperate kiss pushed against your forehead, mixing his tears with the numerous beads of sweat covering your body with a dewy sheen.

 It only took a couple of pushes for the doctor to invite him over. She was close enough now for him to catch her. As he looked over, the tears that had dried on his face streamed again. “She is so beautiful!” he exhaled in a beautiful coordination or your push and the doctor guiding him. “Y/N, you’re going to have a baby in the next push” the doctor smiled. The midwife looked at the OB. “Mr. Shepherd, get ready to catch your daughter” she smiled, giving a nod to the assistance next to you who invited you to press a new push.

Duncan gently wrapped his hands around your infant and, following the guidance of the medical help around gently laid her on your chest, rendering the both of you two sobbing messes, congratulations and compliments getting lost in the blur of your overwhelming happiness.

 You gently stroked the small cheeks of the new born who released her first cry causing your to intensify as you wrapped your arms around her tiny body. Love. A burning love. That’s what this new feeling was. The only other being you would allow yourself to love beyond measures after Duncan and as you looked up to him to welcome his lips against yours, you were not sure which one of the two you adored more. After the father cut the cord, the tiny figure was whisked away for her first clean up, her dad quickly following her. He did not want to spend any time away from her and, as she opened her eyes, two bright pools of sky blue, he prayed to god she would need him as much as he needed her.

Her small cries stopped after being swaddled, the afterbirth being the weirdest part of the process. You couldn’t care less as you held the small frame of your daughter as she looked up at you. You planted small kisses on her puffy cheeks and her soft forehead. You admired her soft features, a beautiful mix between Duncan’s and your own even you could definitely see the uncanny resemblance with her father. You lost track of time and before you knew it, your fiancé was sitting next to you, drinking in the tiny huffs and puffs of the new born in your arms. No one else remained in the room.

Shedding his heavy sweater and unbuttoning his shirt, you passed the small bundle to your soon to be husband who gently undid the swaddle, revealing her microscopic diaper and he comfortably laid Charlotte on his chest before wrapping his opened shirt against her small frame.

 Gently slipping out of consciousness, you sighed happily. “I wouldn’t have hoped to build a family with anyone else but you” you whispered at the sight of the skin to skin session taking place next to you. “I love you so so much” you finish as you softly drifted to sleep, exhausted from the draining efforts that had transpired. Not much in this world could make you happier than your much better half.

[langdvnshepherd]

fallingforyou (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

@its-mikha asked: Sweetie, maybe..Can you do an Duncan Shepherd x Reader where the reader and Duncan are BBF since they were kids, Y/N is now famous liberal journalist in all DC, strange no? a liberal journalist and a republican lobbyist being friends. Well, they both love politics (in there on ways) But this not about politics, this is about some confession that Y/N NEEDS to tell to his friend, but what happened if he doesn't feel the same thing as her? She couldn't risk to lost his only friend mostly, fluff :3

A/N: This was too cute and I was gonna just make this a small blurb but I kept going whoopsies! Hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Word Count: 2.0k

     A nudge on your calf broke you out of your daze. 

     “You okay, Y/N?” Duncan asked from his spot beside you on the sofa. In public, his appearance was pristine. Pressed slacks, expensive watch, perfectly polished oxfords, not a single wave in his dirty blonde head out of place. But in the confines of his gigantic apartment, you’d never be able to tell that that same Duncan, the Duncan that wouldn’t be caught dead with a wrinkle in his shirt, was sitting beside you. He was completely at peace. Hips clad in grey joggers, wearing an old college tee with letters faded past the point of recognition. Glasses with large, clear frames hung low on the bridge of his nose, Duncan having been too lazy to press them back up due to the takeout tray of DC’s greasiest Chinese takeout in his hands. He was comfortable here, claiming that you were the only person he’d ever let see him like this. You were his best friend, which had posed quite the problem as of lately.

     “Mhmm,” you gave him your best fake smile, pretending your mouth was too full of chow mein to give a proper response.

     “Liar. You’ve been acting weird all night. For the past few weeks, actually. First, you haven’t said more than 5 words this whole time. Second, you didn’t even try to fight me when I turned off CNN. Not one smartass remark about Ted Cruz or the new legislation from the Senate. You haven’t even pried once to get me to talk about how the votes are gonna go for the session tomorrow. Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You seem to forget that we’ve known each other since we were 7. I know when something’s up.”

     “I’m fine, Duncan. Just tired. Work’s been kicking my ass. My boss wants that piece I’ve been working on about the Women’s March for the past 8 weeks soon and I just want to make sure it’s perfect.” You reached over and plucked a potsticker from his plate with your chopsticks, hoping the playful gesture would make him drop the subject.

     Duncan just glared at you from the opposite end of the couch. He was good at reading you. Too good for your liking, but he’d had nearly 20 years of experience. You two met in second grade and had been joined at the hip ever since. You learned how to ride bikes together, got drunk for the first time together, learned how to roll joints together, held each other through your first heartbreaks. Together, you made quite the odd pair. You’d taken different paths in college, him going off to work for his conservative lobbyist family and you taking a position with a well-known liberal journalist company, but he knew you like the back of his hand. You knew him just as well.

     “Okay, well I still don’t believe you. So you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not leaving until I find out what’s got you in a mood.” You huffed at his prying and fixed your eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on whatever the narrow-minded Republican news anchor was rambling on about.

     You’d come to the realization in the past few weeks that you loved Duncan. Not in a platonic way. Not the mutual love you had for each other having literally grown up together. You were in love with him, it just hadn’t struck you until recently. A boy you’d been seeing for 2 months broke it off suddenly, claiming that you cared more about spending time with Duncan than him. He was just insecure, or so you thought. After some reflecting, you realized his sarcastic remark of, “God! It’s like you’re in love with him or something!” was right on the nose. But it wasn’t the giddy, infatuating love that spurred on you suddenly. It was the slow, gradual progression from companionship and genuine admiration into an all-consuming love you weren’t quite able to explain with words. The lengthy stares you gave as he passed by you after a shower, a short towel wrapped around his waist, or the way you’d catch yourself staring at the beauty mark on his top lip couldn’t be dismissed. It was your mind pining for the boy you barely remembered not having in your life. You didn’t think you could ever be this comfortable around anyone in your life. But you knew for a fact that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t.

     Duncan half-heartedly tossed what was left of his dinner on the coffee table and turned his torso to face you. He leaned down to where your feet were tucked under your thighs, tugging your ankles out from beneath you in a manner that almost send the noodles in your hands flying. 

     “Duncan! What the fuck?!”

     He chuckled at the shock on your face, climbing on top of you and carefully taking the bowl from your hands, placing it on the end table beside you. He was hovering over you, propping himself up against the armrest. The close proximity of his face from yours brought a flaming heat to your cheeks and a swell of butterflies in your belly.

     “Tell me what’s wrong. Please, Y/N. I don’t like sitting here knowing something’s bothering you.” A look of genuine concern washed over his features. The wrinkles in his forehead now smooth, the muscles in his mouth relaxed, the blue-green hue of his eyes softening at the sight of you.

     “Your breath smells like shit,” you jokingly jabbed. Anything to change the subject. You weren’t ready to lose your closest friend when he found out why you’ve been acting the way you have.

     “Oh yeah?” Duncan retaliated by blowing his hot breath directly into your face, sending you into a fit of giggles and squirming.

     “You’re disgusting, Duncan. Get off me,” you breathlessly demanded, the words barely coherent from laughing. 

     “Ehh, you still love me,” Duncan stated. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before moving back to look you in the eyes.

     It felt like the room was closing in on you. With the way Duncan was looking at you and the position, you were in, it was almost like he was mocking you. It was unfair. Unfair that you felt this way and there was nothing you could do about it. Unless you were prepared to deal with whatever Duncan had to say, to hear him tell you that he didn’t feel the same, you were going to have to keep your feelings bottled up forever.

     In the silence that normally would have been comfortable between the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to jump out of your skin. Duncan’s eyes kept flickering from your eyes and to your lips, then back again. You were frozen, paralyzed under him. Your chest rapidly moving up and down, heart beating in your ears. 

      Without giving you time to brace yourself, Duncan pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and soft like he felt you might crumble beneath him if he used too much force. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until he quickly pulled back from your face, practically jumping off of you and moving back to his corner of the couch to safety.

     “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I...I just thought that... I’m sorry.” Duncan began rolling apology after apology from his tongue, clearly mortified that he had done such a thing and that you were too shocked to reciprocate. You sat up and faced him, fingertips running over the skin of your lips that still tingled from Duncan’s touch, adrenaline pumping in your veins.

     “Duncan,” you began, a burst of confidence suddenly taking over you. You made your way to him, scooting over until you were straddled across his waist. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers resting over the fabric of your sweatshirt. Well, it was Duncan’s sweatshirt, but you’d claimed it as yours long ago and he’d never bothered to put up a fight for it. With the roles reversed, you closed in on him, moving torturously slow, like you were waiting for him to stop you. But he didn’t. He met you halfway, sighing into your mouth when your lips finally melted together. His hands moved from your hips to cup the back of your head and hold you close to him, like in an instant you would regret your decision and run from him. This was it. The man you had been pining after for what felt like an eternity, the man that had been there for you through every obstacle in your life and in your career, was sitting beneath you, kissing you back.

     “I love you, Y/N. I always have,” Duncan confessed as he begrudgingly broke his lips away from yours. “I realized a long time ago that no matter how many girls I went out with, no matter how they made me feel, it was never the same as when I’m around you. You’re home. I’ve told myself that I could be happy just being your friend, that just being with you was enough even if you didn’t feel the same. And it is, it was. Seeing how upset you were over that guy that broke up with you a few weeks ago made me jealous. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that makes you cry.” The color had drained from his face. Like he might vomit over everything he had just said. It was his deepest secret. And he’d just spilled his guts to the one person he’d never wanted to find out.

     “When?”

     “When, what?” His eyelids fluttered, anxiety-ridden and feeling like his heart was about to be broken into a million pieces

     “When did you realize you loved me?”

     “We were 17. You made me sneak out of my mom’s house at 3 in the morning and took me to that abandoned boat house by the dock to talk shit about your sister and smoke a bowl. Then we got chased out by that fat cop that threatened to arrest us for trespassing. I remember looking at you running through the woods and thinking there was no way in hell I’d ever do something like that for anyone else as long as I lived.” He was being honest, not a stitch of hesitation in his voice. You felt your stomach twisting in knots. This whole time you’d both been in love with each other and were too oblivious to see it. 

     “I wasn’t crying because he broke up with me, by the way,” a smile creeping onto your face. Duncan looked up at you with confusion, not knowing what you were getting at. “I was crying because he told me I was more in love with you than I was with him. I didn’t even realize it until he screamed it in my face. This whole time, the only person I cared about had been right in front of me my entire life.”

     You were both laughing now. Duncan’s hands snaked from your hips to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could smell his obnoxiously expensive cologne mixed with the grease from dinner on his collar. 

     “Guess we’re both idiots, huh?” He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he stared at the ceiling.

     “Clearly.” you chuckled into his neck, nose brushing against the scruff you’d once been completely against, but grew to love over the years. For the first time in weeks, you relaxed around Duncan. Finally certain where you stood with him, and knowing for certain that he loved you back.

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[dyns33]

I would like a Reader x Michelle with a Duncan who rinses the eye ;)

Brain : They want smut 

Me : Okay, so the plot. 

Brain : No, smut doesn’t need.... 

Me : PLOT. 

I hope you will like it Anon, my brain was not, but I like plots when I write. 

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Duncan and (Y / N) had quarreled. The reason was totally ridiculous, as usual it was he who had started it, he was stressed because of an important mission that would force him to go to Europe for several weeks. He did not like that, not at all, he could not stand being far from his empire and his two lovers if it was absolutely unnecessary, and he did not think that this contract was really necessary, but he was going to open the doors of some circles to which he had not yet access, allowing him to earn more money and to have more contacts. Interesting, but not really vital. So when his kitten had the misfortune to report late, without excuses, with a small smile, he had burst.

           "You dare to come in front of me, with your smirk, while you slow down my business ? I wanted this document this morning, to have the time to read it before my meeting ! It was really a mistake of you let work with..."

           "If you finish that sentence, Shepherd, you'll regret it." she had said, with a threatening air.

           "You owe me everything  I've got you out of your shit, so I'm entitled to a minimum of respect !"

           "Here's your respect, asshole !"

She grabbed the coffee cup on his desk and threw it into his face before running off to hide her tears. Fortunately, the coffee was cold for a long time, but everyone watched with a terrified look at the boss heading for the basement, his shirt covered with brown stains and his hair soaked. Of course, Duncan did not think what he said, it was the fatigue and anger that spoke. He was just sad that his kitten did not seem disturbed by his departure, unlike Mikey, who had asked him again that morning if he had to leave. It was not a reason to get mad at her, absolutely not, but he did it and he felt lousy. The problem was that he was a very proud idiot. Seeing him arrive in this state, Michael did not take long to guess what was happening.

           "What did you tell her ?" he sighed.

           "That she was not made to work here and that she owed me respect."

           "Duncan..."

           "As a lover, maybe it's a little hard, but as a boss, I find it legitimate because I'm her boss, after all. You follow my orders and do your job like a pro. All the others too, there is no special treatment. When there is a delay, I punish the person in charge, what does she think ? That everything is due to her? That she can do what she wants, when she wants, like in a little fairy tale ? Guess what ?  No ! We're criminals, we have to be always ready, always be vigilant, always worried about what might happen if one of us have problems, get caught by the cops, go away..."

           "Ah... that's what it's about, right ? You know the rule."

Yeah yeah, he knew it, he had created it. If one of them lost his composure, the others had to compensate. Michael was panicked at the mere thought of him leaving, so (Y / N) was not allowed to react the same way, she had to support him during Duncan's absence, even if she was missing him and she was worried. He knew it... But maybe it was the lack of sleep, the caffeine abuse, the need to prepare for this meeting in Europe by showing that he was the best and that he knew how to be firm, Duncan refused to admit his wrongs.

           "I want excuses and I want my records when I ask them. Period !"

Despite Michael's demands for him to stop, Duncan decided to maintain his positions and he left with an assured air, despite his shirt. He was not unaware, however, that (Y / N) was as stubborn as he was, and that it could put Michael in an embarrassing and stressful situation.

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 Michael lived one of the worst moments of his life, and oh, his life had not been easy. But to be between the two most important people for him, who refused to speak to each other, when one of them would soon leave for several weeks, it was one of his worst nightmares. He did not want them to believe that he had chosen a side, so he was trying to spend as much time with each other, even if he would have liked to spend their last time together. Why did they always have to argue at the most critical moment ? And above all, why were they so slow to reconcile ? Well, Duncan had not been tender, Michael had found their kitten crying in an empty corridor and it had been difficult to calm her down. (Y / N) knew that the stress made their lover irritable, but she also wondered if it had not loosened his tongue.

           "Do you think he thought what he said ? That I'm indebted to him and that in the end I'm not like you all, I'm more a property ?"

           "No of course not." he replied, clasping her in his arms. "You know him, he would never think that. It's just that he's in his role as a big bad Crimeboss, and he's going too far. When the contract is signed, he'll get better and he'll be sorry for everything."

           "Do you think I was wrong to give him the report too late, without excusing me ?"

At first (Y / N) did not know the job well and she made some mistakes, which had sometimes had dramatic consequences, but since everyone respected her, her work was impeccable, she did more than necessary and unlike to many others, she did not abuse her position to relax or have fun. She was a hard worker who took pleasure in what she did. This delay was the first since she started. No, really, Duncan had screwed up talking to her like that, which irritated Michael quite a bit. Duncan knew he did not like arguments, he knew he had to communicate when something was wrong, he knew he was wrong, Michael could read it in his eyes when he looked at (Y / N) who was not seeing him. It had been several days since he was doing this and he was going to leave tomorrow. If anyone deserved to be punished and crying, it was him, not their kitten. Then, he had an idea.

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             The silence between them, interrupted only by the music of the elevator as they returned home, was extremely embarrassing. As Michael had left early, explaining that he had something important to do, (Y / N) had to wait for Duncan, the car ride was catastrophic, and she imagined that tonight again, he would ask Mikey to sleep in the middle, in his usual place. Their quarrel had been going on for far too long now, but (Y / N) found it too easy to apologize when she had done nothing wrong, Duncan had to learn to control his nerves and if she had to ignore him for that it works, she would do it... even if it made her sad, as well as Michael. She knew how to decipher people, she knew that Duncan did not consider himself superior to her, like her master or someone in whom she would have some sort of debt, but the fact that he could say it meant that he had thought it, at the beginning, maybe just for a few seconds, and it made her angry. This anger disappeared very quickly when they finally entered the apartment, to be welcomed by Michael. Well, not Michael. High heels, a long red dress that perfectly married his curves, his beautiful strawberry blonde hair back carelessly in a bun, a makeup that highlighted his blue eyes and luscious mouth. Michelle usually only went out for big events, because even though Michael liked to please his lovers, he wanted it to be special, and especially he found it tiring to do so many efforts, to finally finish totally naked on the bed, as usual.

           "Good evening, lovelies." he greeted them, two glasses of wine in his hands. "I prepared a little surprise for you."

(Y / N) did not need to turn her head to know that Duncan was doing the same face as her, and anyway she could not. Michelle hypnotized her completely everytime, and nothing could have made her look away from his beauty. After putting the glasses on the table, he approached Duncan with a throbbing gait to grab his tie.

           "You had a stressful week, and tomorrow you're leaving .. far from me. From us. Follow me."

Oh, so all this was for Duncan, to calm him down before he left ? Somehow it was a good idea, this whole story would finally be over, but (Y / N) could not hide her disappointment. She was still waiting for an apology.

           "Kitten," purred Michelle. "Come, you will not regret it."

As usual, Duncan sat on the chair in front of the bed to enjoy the show before joining them, except that... without warning, Michael tied him in handcuffs.

           "Uh... Mikey, it's going to take a long time to detach me, you know ? I'll be a good boy and I will not budge until you give me permission."

           "This surprise is not for you and is not supposed to be pleasant"

While Duncan was fighting with his ties, ordering him to detach him, Michael went back to get the glasses of wine, caressing the cheek of (Y / N) in passing.

           "Here, darling." he said, handing her a drink. "Your favorite. Tonight, you're in charge, I'm all yours, and the mean boy who made you cry will be punished for that. He will not be able to touch us... or see us."

Linking the gesture to the word, Michael took off Duncan's tie and blindfolded him, which made the crimeboss even more annoyed.

           "Michael, no ! You do not have the right !"

           "And you did not have the right to talk to her like that ! But it's not me who chooses the consequences... My kitten, it's time for you to abuse your powers. You decide if he stays attached, or if he can participate."

While saying that, Michelle's hands were strolling on her neck, on her arms, on her hips, as their bodies were glued to each other. So he offered her a chance to take revenge. It was so adorable and so sadistic. In other circumstances, (Y / N) would have accepted without hesitation. But Duncan was leaving tomorrow, for a big deal and even though he had behaved like a bastard, he did not deserve to have last night together before a long time unfolds this way. She kissed Michael timidly to thank him, before advancing to her other lover, who listened to guess what they were doing.

           "Duncan, I'm always mad at you and I'm not in the mood for you to touch me, but... I love you anyway, so if you apologize and swear to me that you regret what you said, that you did not think it, then I'll take out the tie."

           "You... did you think I thought so ? (Y / N), I'll never think that, you're the most gifted of all three of us, fuck, the whole organization ! I was just upset that you seem so relaxed when I'm going to leave for weeks, because I already know that this contract is not going to be easy and that I'm going to have to win the trust of all these morons, which will take a lot of time. The last time we were separated so long... "

           "Duncan..."

           "I know. We do not talk about it. But I remember what it did to me, what it did to us, so I'm scared, okay ? I need to feel that you're going to miss me, as much as I'm going to miss you two, because otherwise..."

Gently, she took off his blindfold so he could see her, and he could also see Michael, who was sitting on the bed, waiting for his two idiots to reconcile. She wanted him to see, without they having to say it, that they would never leave him, that they would never stop loving him, and that even if he was far away or tied to a chair, he always remained in their thoughts. As she had said, she did not touch him, getting up to join Michelle.

           "I want you to keep the dress, but you undo this bun." ordered (Y / N) undressing. "Then you put yourself on me and you touch me only with your mouth."

           "Yes, my dear kitten." Michael answered, untying his hair.

(Y / N) did not lie normaly on the bed, she placed her feet on the pillows, letting her head fall slightly from the mattress, to see Duncan upside down, who was staring at them.

           "Tell me what you want him to do to me next." she said. "I leave you the choice, Donut."

It was better that way anyway, because as soon as the lips of Michael began their journey on her body, kissing, licking, biting, she quickly lost her ability to speak and she could not have given new instructions, especially when the assassin came back to claim her mouth, and she rediscovered how beautiful he was, his hair falling in waves on her face. A vision. Damn, even if she wanted to, she could not fight against him, he was her weak point, leaving her speechless and panting. And she knew that Duncan loved to see them like that.

           "She's right Michelle." he finally said. "Take out your pants but keep the dress and go get the double dildo."

In total, (Y / N) had the pleasure of having Michelle in their bed three times, and each time she had been taken by Michael, who was taken by Duncan. She had never had the privilege of taking him, never, in a dress or not. She had never thought of it and the mere idea of ​​being able to do it made her quiver with excitement and anticipation. She just needed to find the strength to get up, because that was not going to be possible in that position. Without really knowing how, she managed to kneel on the bed, supported by the powerful hand of her lover, who had gone to get the toy.

           "You look very shy." he sneered, kissing her. "I'm going to push it inside you, then I'll let you do the rest. How do you want me ?"

           "She wants to see you, what an idiotic question !" Duncan shouted, trying to move the chair, because he did not have an overview and he too wanted to see them.

Nobody answered him or helped him, (Y / N) melted under the kisses of her Michelle, who waited until she was sufficiently wet so that the dildo could enter without difficulty. In the room, only her little squeaks and moans were heard. When it was totally in her, Michael lay in her place on the bed, still beautiful even in submission, like a goddess who offered herself to a poor mortal. (Y / N) felt almost unworthy of it. She looked at Duncan, who was starting to feel pain because of his tight pants, stamping with impatience.

           "Eyes fixed on him, okay ?" she said to Michael. "To punish him and please him."

           "Your evening, your orders, my kitten."

As she entered him, while touching his cock through the dress, and making sure that when she was moving, the part that was in her was moving too, but without getting out, (Y / N) and Michael made it a joy to tease Duncan, by staring at him, and sometimes moaning his name when a wave of pleasure overwhelmed them. The only time the rule was not followed was when (Y / N) could not help bending over to kiss Michael, without whom none of this could have happened. They would have gone to bed sulking again. She wanted to make sure he felt loved, as he deserved. The advantage of the double dildo was that even when she reached her climax, well before him, she could continue to take him, trying her best to touch his prostate, until he also came.

           "Shit." he mumbled.

           "What ?" asked (Y / N) worried that she had hurt him.

           "I stained my dress."

A plaintive moan cut them off as they were laughing. Duncan pouted, still tied to his chair, waiting for them to decide his fate.

           "Are we freeing him ?"

           "He'll touch you if you do that."

           "I'm not that angry anymore... and the dildo was a good idea, I'm glad he got it."

He pretended to be disappointed, but she knew that Michael was happy that she accepted Duncan's joining them despite what she had said. As soon as he was released, he threw himself on them, covering them with kisses, passing his hands over their sweaty bodies, before sticking (Y / N) against him.

           "Forgive me, I did not think that, never. Forgive me."

           "Okay... but do not do it again !"

           "Do you still have to leave tomorrow ?" Michael asked, taking out his dress to soak it.

           "Unfortunately... will it be like that when I'm away ?"

           "Maybe... you want us to call you and send you pictures ?"

Duncan hesitated. He was not sure that it was good, while he had to stay focused on the deal and that it would give him even more desire to return. It was decided that there would be no sexy text or smutty call. Well, actually, he begged them to send him something on the second day, but it was a small record.

[icyharrington]

💅🏻😌Icylangdon’s UPDATED Fic Recs😌💅🏻

in celebration of recently hitting 2.5k followers, i decided to put out a part 2 of my favorite fics!! make sure to check out ALL of the works by the people i mentioned here, because they’re all so talented!! **WARNING: almost ALL of these fics contain smut!!**

btw, i’m SURE there are some amazing fics that i forgot to include in this list!! these just happen to be a few of my favorites! 

💅🏻OUTPOST MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Barely Legal - by @langdonsrapture

honestly, anything by lux is amazing, but this series is where it all started ;) features an incredibly written mean!michael (aka my favorite typa michael), and some pure nastiness. this is currently a 3 part series, so i highlyyyy suggest reading the other 2 parts after the first.

godless and free- by @lvngdvns

one of my favorite fics. ever. this is the first part of a 2-part series (and i think there’s going to be more in the future !!) so i highly suggest checking out part 2 after u read this one!!! this is an au in which michael is a priest.... sooo, umm, enjoy ;) 

Bed of Lies- by @duncvn

just some nastiness for my kinky bitches out there ;)) i’ve read this one like 300 times already and it never fails to put me in the mood �� 

Atonement- by @hisgirlwonder

one of the nastiest fics i have EVER read on this god forsaken website. do not read if ur a vanilla bitch lmao. includes public humiliation, spitting, and ..... piss. so. u’ve been warned. 

Caught- by @ritualmichael

this is so fucking hot and beautifully written!! includes some rly 😛💦 ddlg stuff for y’all who are into that!! 

Pandora’s Box- by @langdonsinferno

GENUINELY ONE OF THE HOTTEST FICS I’VE READ IN A LONGGGG TIME. michael doms the absolute fuck out of u but in an... interesting way ;))) u gotta fucking read this dude it is INSANELY good. and kinky as FUCC 😛

Untitled- by @antichristwrites

just some good ol fashioned kinkiness ;)) !!! 

Leather- by @divinelangdon

BITCH REALLY WENT THERE AND WROTE A WHOLE ASS FIC ABOUT THE GOAT SHOES...... but it also manages to be hot as fuck and well written sooo i’d highly rec checking it out!! 

💅🏻SOJOURN MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Beautiful and Bad- by @langdonsrapture

includes a bad bitch reader, sojourn michael, and hate sex. what more could anyone possibly want? ;) 

Portrait of Defilement- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

one of my favorite fics of all motherfuckin time. hot as FUCK, and that’s all i gotta say about that. 

Feast- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

in which michael has a “feast” as the title suggests... only not in the traditional sense if yanno what i mean ;)) 

💅🏻FIRE AND REIGN MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

Do it Clean- by @lanawintrs

ONE OF THE HOTTEST FICS I’VE EVER FUCKIN READ. but i’m biased bc i’m a complete slut for fire and reign michael. rough, nasty sex + mean michael = A VERY HAPPY ICYLANGDON.  

Dirty Boots- by @duncvn

degradation, boot licking, and other kinkiness for my fire and reign hoes out there. ;) 

Mr. Langdon- by @xtheinevitableprophecyx

some fifty shades type shit for y’all who are into that lmao. in which michael approaches you to be his submissive..... aka the fucking DREAMMMM!!  

💅🏻HAWTHORNE MICHAEL FICS 💅🏻

High For This- by @ritualmichael

includes hawthorne michael smoking weed and being a little slut like we all know he is. mxm for y’all who have been looking for that!!!! no actual smut!! 

give me a glimpse inside your head- by @starwlkers

um....yeah this is it. featuring a /slightly/?? dom!reader. check out part 2 also, not only is the smut really good but the story has a really interesting plot!! 

Sexting with Hawthorne!Michael [Extended Headcanon]- by @avesatanormalpeoplescareme

not exactly a fic, but it’s still extremely fucking hot and i fucking blacked out while reading this. /HIGHLY/ recommend reading this if u like cocky fuckboy hawthorne michael. 

Untitled smut prompt- by @starwlkers

please fucking read this. please. i am BEGGING YOU. some of the hottest shit i’ve ever read i’m not even lying. includes a verrryyyyy cocky, dom michael. hot as fuck. 

Useful- by @langdonsrapture

this is genuinely one of the best things i have ever read in my life. it’s an EXTREMELY nasty gangbang fic with subby hawthorne!michael. also... there’s piss involved. so. don’t say i didnt warn u ;) (but please fucking read this it’s so fucking good !!!!!!!)

💅🏻DUNCAN SHEPHERD FICS 💅🏻

Listen to That- by @wroteclassicaly

a very short, but insanely hot michael langdon x duncan shepherd x reader fic. please read. 

Whole Lotta Love- by @lvngdvns

extremely fucking hot. duncan finds out u faked an orgasm so he freaks ur shit. a must read !!! 

There Are Roses In Between My Thighs; And a Fire That Surrounds You- by @langdonsrapture

some cute ddlg shit w a lil bit of smut. bc let’s be real, who doesnt wanna call duncan shepherd daddy?? 

my favorite inside source- by @lvngdvns

an INSANELYYYYY good au fic in which duncan is a crime boss. don’t read this if ur a vanilla bitch. just saying. it’s extremely violent and includes gun play (which i never thought i’d be into?? and yet here i am,..) so just be aware of that !!! but it’s hot as FUCK. 

[babyboy-cody]

Number 10 with Duncan?, please I need it

Duncan x Fem!Reader

10) “Stop pushing me away.”

WARNINGS: brief sadness, fluffy ending

The air seemed tense. It was almost hard to breathe. The large clock ticked slowly, almost taunting you. It hasn’t even been ten minutes and tears are already flowing. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t the way you had planned to tell him. He had found out from a magazine article with a picture of you on the front cover.

DUNCAN SHEPHERD IS GOING TO BE A FATHER?!

You had gotten back from a doctor’s appointment not even a week ago. In your hands was a large envelope that had your medical records and the sonogram of your four–week–old fetus growing in your stomach, containing half of Duncan’s DNA.

You two weren’t even exclusive. As cliché as it sounds, it just happened. And as the story continues, it happened with alcohol and drunken confessions. He had coaxed you out of your shell during a night at a Met Gala and turned you away from the crowds. You both decided to sneak away for the night and hide in one of the empty ballrooms with two bottles of wine. Things had gotten handsy at that point and clothes were flying off.

Two weeks after, you had begun feeling the symptoms of a possible pregnancy. The idea completely petrified you. It wasn’t having a child that scared you. It was the fact that it was Duncan’s, out of all people. Your boss.

But then again, way before your drunken charade, you two had chemistry going on. You spoke about things bosses and employees didn’t speak about. You two casted glances at each other before looking away with flushed cheeks. It always made you feel special. Apparently, you weren’t special enough.

“When were you going to tell me?” Duncan asked lowly in the quiet atmosphere of his apartment.

The minute he saw the article, he damnded for you to come over to his place. The entire drive there was filled with nerves and encouraging talks to yourself. But right now, all you could feel was heartbreak.

“I was trying to figure out things for myself, Duncan,” you quietly told him as another tear rolled down your cheek. “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His bitter laugh caught you off guard as he turned away and rubbed his scruffy jaw with frustration. He turned back around and pointed an accusing finger at you.

“Do you realize what this says about me? The boss who got his personal assistant pregnant? How fucking stupid did I have to be to get you pregnant?” He barked. “Now, the impression I worked so hard to give myself is gone.”

“What is wrong with you?” You cried out, feeling your heart break more and more as he stares at you with cold eyes. “I’m scared too, Duncan! I’m the one giving our child a home – not you! I get that you want to live up to your expectations of being such a well known man, but what about me? What do I get?”

Duncan stays quiet. He releases a shaky breath and stares down at his leather boots. He lifts a trembling hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t understand,” he says so quietly.

You take a step forward and lightly grab his wrist to pull his hand away from his face. You peer up into his tear-filled eyes.

“Help me understand,” you softly tell him. “Stop pushing me away.”

Duncan sniffles and shakes his head as he wipes away his fallen tears. You patiently wait as you tenderly hold his hand.

“All my life, I tried so hard to be loved. Then when I found out everything was fake and that my mother wasn’t even my own blood, I just…completely broke down,” he confesses. “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

You close your eyes and bring him down to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He sniffles and hiccups quietly as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

“It doesn’t have to be like that anymore,” you whisper in his ear, gently running your fingers through the curled ends of his incredibly soft hair. “Not only do you have me, you also have our growing child. And I know you’re going to be an amazing father. You’re worth every ounce of love, Duncan.”

He pulls away from you and wipes his tears. You look up at him nervously and hold your breath when lets out a quiet sigh and closes his eyes. When he opens them, they look down at your stomach. You let out a breath when he places a hesitant hand over it.

“We’re going to do this together, right?”

He sounded afraid, almost like he expected you to say the opposite. But when you place your hand over his and offer him a gentle smile, all of his doubts go away.

“Together,” you tell him.