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True Disaster (NSFW) | MLQC Lucien | Kinktober (October 2nd)

Prompts: October 2nd:  Asphyxiation || Orgasm denial/edging || Public

KINKTOBER IS HERE and I’m liviiiiing. @alloveroliver​ thank you, thank you, thank youuuu for organizing and hosting Kinktober!! 

Fandom: Mr Love: Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Lucien/Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral (female), orgasm denial, (semi?) public sex, overstimulation, sex toy (vibrator)

a/n: the title is from Tove Lo’s True Disaster. I believe this song applies to how I feel about Lucien perfectly. and I dearly hope I didn’t fuck it up during the editing

For the fifth time today, you’re wondering if this is worth it. It’s getting old. 

You can barely concentrate on the pages in front of you, the letters blurring in and out of focus. Your breath is growing heavier, everyone’s voices loud in the background but still beyond your understanding. Your thighs squeeze together, a futile attempt to gain some friction, to ease the agony you’re being put through. Your coworkers have no idea anything is out of the ordinary, they have no idea you’re on the verge of losing your mind. And it’s all thanks to the man smiling angelically down at Anna while she thanks him for appearing on their special episode for Miracle Finder. 

Sadistic bastard.

You would say he hasn’t even glanced your way, but you know that’s not true. You can feel him taking note of your reactions. Every drop of sweat that beads on your forehead, the slight tremble in your fingers, every moan you swallow with panic clearly visible in your eyes is observed by him. You can see how much he likes it, it’s clear in the dark glint in his eye. You can almost hear him purring with delight.

Your boyfriend is an evil man. It’s a part of his charm. 

You wonder how no one can hear the buzzing in your body. You can feel it down to your toes, but it’s centred below your belly. Sending pulses that threaten to overwhelm you. It’s absent right now, but every once in awhile his eyes would dart to you and decide you haven't been tortured enough.

Just a little more, baby. Can you do it for me? 

And so it would increase, pulling you under the surface but never letting you drown. It’s breaking you down inch by inch, a hand around your ankle dragging you into madness. Putting you right where he wants you.

Good girl.

It takes you a few seconds to realize someone was calling your name. You glance up to see another regular on the show, Kim. The singer. Kiki, Willow and Minor have agreed that while he wasn’t quite on Kiro’s level, the singer was very good-looking. His aloof and reserved personality only added to his appeal. You just hope he doesn't notice the twitching.

“Hi, Kim! Sorry, I’ve been...a little out of it, you laugh nervously. “What were you saying?” The man, bless him, just gave you a small smile before repeating himself. 

“I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to be a part of the team,” he says, smiling a little wider at your protests. “I’m really glad I got to know everyone here. And you, of course. I’ve been a fan of Miracle Finder since I was a kid.” 

And isn't that just so sweet? 

You relax and smile back at him warmly, immediately engaging him in conversation about the common factor in your childhoods. He tells you how excited he was when he got a call from you, his usual reserved demeanour set aside. You miss his flushed cheeks and shy gaze completely, too busy telling him about your favourite episodes. 

You’re distracted. And like a fool, you let your guard down. 

“Um, I was wondering if you’re...seeing anyone,” he asks suddenly. You pause, blinking at the sudden question, a something nervous churning in your stomach. 

“Huh?“ He seems oddly encouraged by your response.

“Yes, I actually wanted to ask if you’d like to get a coffee or something soon,” he confesses with a ghost of a laugh. Just as you’re done processing this, your mouth opens and the only sound you manage is something resembling a strangled tone because it’s started up again. Not low, not steady–it’s insistent, working the walls of your core ruthlessly. Your eyes fly to Lucien in panic, but he’s not looking at you. You hold on to the edge of the table, mouth open and eyes wide. 

No. No no no.

Kim calls your name, concern in his voice. 

“Right, um. I’m sorry, but I’m afraid,” you say and gasp, your smile shaky. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.” His face falls but before he can say a word, you squeak something about the bathroom and fling yourself out of the chair, rushing out of the conference room. Your journey to your office is shaky at best, the wave building with each step you take. You fall to your knees with a low cry as the door closes behind you. You can’t touch yourself, because he’ll know. You can only pray that this time, he’ll let you finish. 

“Oh God.” 

Your hands are clenched in the pale blue carpet, your knuckles white. Your teeth are digging into your lip painfully. Your walls flutter, and you’re so close. It’s been over two hours since you started this game, your confidence in winning it non-existent after being denied for so long. 

It was right there. And then it was gone again, snatched away from within reaching distance. You slump and whimper, the disappointment nearly unbearable.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fu-“ 

“Well, isn’t this a sight?” came a voice you knew were all too familiar with. You look over your shoulder to see Lucien standing in the doorway, an infuriatingly innocent smile on his lips. His eyes are anything but. You take a deep, fortifying breath and fall on your ass, leaning back on your hands, as you pant. There are tears in your eyes. 

“I hate you.” He locks the door behind him. His smile slips into a smirk and you couldn’t help but think there was something extremely filthy about it. You want to devour it, lick the curve of it and see if it still stays when you shove it into your sex. It probably would. 

“Do you?” He coos, slipping his jacket off and draping it over a chair. He moves smoothly, without a care in the world, as if you aren’t trembling at his feet. He offers you a hand and you take it with a weepy glare, letting him pull you up. Your knees are weak, and you have to lean back against your desk to be able to remain standing up. If he were a less composed man, you just know he’d be laughing evilly. Instead, he watches you, your skin heated and gaze needy. 

“So much. You’re trying to kill me,” you say with certainty. He grins at that, a hand on your thighs already, stroking the flesh there teasingly. He kisses your cheek, your neck, humming at the taste. ”And you're succeeding.”

“That’s a very serious accusation, darling,” he says, tone mocking but mostly suggestive. Your belly clenches in response. “What in the world would I do after killing you? How would I go on?” 

You scoff, hyperaware of his long fingers hot on your skin. “With ease and the memories of torturing me to keep you warm at night, I’m sure.” You try to adjust your body so he would be closer to where you need him. He pinches the inner part of your thigh in response. 

“I would wither away,” he sighs, stepping closer to you. He’s sincere but your frustration has reached its limit. You don’t have the patience for his dirty mind games, not right now. “I like the real thing far too much.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.” 

“No?” He brings his other hand to your mouth, tracing your lower lip with a finger. You bite it and the sound that leaves his mouth could only be described as predatory. “But you know I’ll give you anything you want, don’t you? You need only ask for it.” Ask for it. You have troubling asking for it, but you also have trouble with not being allowed to come for this long.  

Decisions, decisions.

“Then let me–“ you try to say, but are ultimately unable to finish. Lucien’s mask slips into something eager. “Let me...“ 

“Let you?” he asks slyly, the pads of his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear. Your head tilts back, watching him as he leans over you with a hand resting on the desk. Your heart races faster at him being so close after what feels like ages.

You remain quiet. 

“Let you what?” He asks again, a whisper against your lips. His fingers dance over your clothed entrance, his pupils dilating when he feels just what he’s done to you without even touching you. One dips into your sex slightly and your walls contract. You’ll say anything to get him to give you what you need. “Use your words, babygirl.” 

“Let me come,” you implore, mouth curving up when his hand stills, his eyes wide with surprise that you actually said it and gave in. You’re mildly embarrassed but mostly aching for him to touch you. He opens his mouth, probably to tease you a little more, because he’s an asshole – when you both hear someone calling your name. You ignore it, continuing. “Please, Lucien? Let me come. On your fingers, your cock, anythi-”

“____!”

It’s Kim. 

‘Seriously?’

It doesn’t seem like he’s about to give up, his voice growing closer instead. The doorknob jiggles. Lucien and you stare at each other, breaths mingling. The look in his eyes is so electric, you chew on your lip nervously. And then he rips your underwear in half, stuffing its remains in his back pocket as you stumble. 

“Lucien!” you whisper-scream. Honestly, he can be so jealous and petty. It pisses you off at times, but right now...you decide it’s working in your favour, because he’s pulling the vibrator out to replace it with his fingers, pushing your legs apart impatiently. Very out of character for him. You know it has everything to do with the guy outside, which has you terribly amused. “Maybe I should see what he needs–oh.“ You’re cut off by his fingers pushing their way into you, with Lucien not even bothering to start with one. There’s little resistance, and you might have thought to be self-conscious with how utterly wrecked you are, but you can’t think beyond the prize that’s suddenly within your reach. 

Thank you, Kim!

“Oh, please, please please.” You cling to him, terrified of being left dangling from the edge again, your hips grinding into his hand. “I’m so close baby, just a little more.”

Lucien doesn’t say anything, his breath tickling the shell of your ear before his tongue sneaks out to trace it. Your hand comes up to rest on his broad shoulder, before slipping down to the fly of his pants. He’s wearing the black ones. A favourite of yours, mostly because of how they stretch over his backside. You had barely been able to look away every time his back was to you. Paired with his black turtleneck, it was positively sinful. And unhelpful. 

You suppress a smile at his obvious bulge as you unzip his pants carefully, your fingers spreading over his briefs greedily as you palm him through them. He groans softly, biting down on your earlobe. Your fingers squeeze around him and you whimper. You can’t help but run a hand over his ass before you pull his briefs down, his cock leaking and stiff in your hands. Your lips quirk up at the feeling of him panting into your hair, and he kisses you urgently, his curling fingers making you moan and pull away.

You spit into your hand and wrap it around him, your palm warm and slick around his shaft. His tongue licks into your mouth again with increasing intensity. 

The desk is uncomfortable beneath your back when he presses you into the surface, your stapler digging into your shoulder but it’s forgotten when his dick is slipping through your folds. The burn is satisfying, as is his low groan. 

“Oh, you feel so good.” Your walls are clenching around him, your legs pulling him closer. 

“You have – no idea how perfect you are.” He watches you arch your back with raw desire in his eyes. You have no thoughts to spare, just a deep hunger for him as he snaps his hips into yours, his fingers gripping your hips possessively. “Come on my cock. You’re – almost there baby, I’ve got you.” His words are a rumble that moves through your body. There’s no patience for softness, no sign of gentleness. He sets a harder pace, angling both your hips and hitting you just right, hand slipping down to your sex to finally throw you headfirst into darkness. The room is still spinning when it fades away, his cock still hard in you. 

“I think I blacked out,” you croak, blinking repeatedly. He smiles down at you, a touch of wickedness to the curve of his mouth. He kisses you on the mouth, quick and hard, and then he’s pulling out of you and pulling a chair to take a seat. You have half a second to pray before your knees are pushed apart and his head is buried between your legs, tongue pushing through your slit, ravenous and precise. You can hear someone scream, only the rawness of your throat making you realise it’s you. His tongue is intent in the way he uses it, lapping at you and rubbing your swollen sex. It’s painful, you’re too sensitive but his lips are around your clit. The sounds you hear are obscene and you’re thrown into another orgasm, one you weren’t prepared for.

He doesn’t stop. You’re half gone by the time he stands up, his lips glistening with your own essence before he licks it off and his eyes are brimming with satisfaction. 

“Beautiful.” 

Your jaw is slack, your entire body seems to have dissolved onto the desk, your legs still trembling. Your hair is sticking to the back of your neck. His eyes don’t leave you as he strokes himself to completion, his seed spattering your abused sex like thick paint as a curse escapes his lips. Your slow smile is content and lazy, and still, he watches you. 

There’s silence in the hall outside your office. 

[blueeyedbesson]

Taking You: Jonah’s Instagram

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1 Liked by AubrieBesson04, abbyavery, Xo_belle and 215,984 others

jonahmarais: i wanna love you forever @AubrieBesson04 ❤️

AubrieBesson04: okay. then love me forever 😊❤️😍 abbyavery: you forgot to give me credit 😱 jonahmarais: @AubrieBesson04 😍😘 @abbyavery oh right. sorry dude. creds to abby for taking a wonderful picture 😊 abbyavery: @jonahmarais thank you 😊 seaveydaniel: you guys are cute ❤️  jonahmarais: @seaveydaniel thanks my dude 😊  AubrieBesson04: @seaveydaniel thank you 😊❤️

2 Liked by abbyavery, seaveydaniel, jackaverymusic and 207,934 others

jonahmarais: starbucks adventures with my new friend ❤️ still can't believe they got my name wrong for the 4th time in 2 days @abbyavery 😒

abbyavery: to make matters worse, it was the same girl who served you all 4 times. each time with a different variation of your name 😂  #HisNameIsHoenah  jonahmarais: @abbyavery 🙄  #HisNameIsJonah abbyavery: @jonahmarais shut up hoenah AubrieBesson04: you two act like you're married 😂 jonahmarais: @AubrieBesson04 never in my life  abbyavery: @jonahmarais okay rude. i am a delight and i'd make a great wife, right @corbynbesson ? corbynbesson: @abbyavery of course  abbyavery: @jonahmarais ha

3 Liked by abbyavery, AubrieBesson04, BbyAngMarais and 211,672 others

jonahmarais: this is what happens when you travel to cool places with someone who loves taking pictures 📸 @abbyavery

abbyavery: you look good in this pic, my friend 😊😉 jonahmarais: @abbyavery thanks dude 😊 AubrieBesson04: baby 😊❤️😏😍😉 jonahmarais: @AubrieBesson04 love youuuu ❤️😍 abbyavery: @corbynbesson can i take a cute picture of you? corbynbesson: @abbyavery yes of course babe 😊❤️😍😉

4 Liked by jackaverymusic, imzachherron, corbynbesson and 220,138 others

jonahmarais: since y'all wanted to know my favorite wdw boy, it's @jackaverymusic 😊

jackaverymusic: awe thank you 😊 love you man ❤️ jonahmarais: @jackaverymusic love you too dude   abbyavery: @jackaverymusic @jonahmarais get a room jonahmarais: @abbyavery we're in a room. it's called the living room. and you literally just walked in, looked at us and threw a pillow at me because you're a hater . then you walked out without saying a word 😂 abbyavery: @jonahmarais i did no such thing. i'm a pure angel 😇 jackaverymusic: @abbyavery no whydontwemusic: @jonahmarais stop hating on abby. she's an angel jonahmarais: @abbyavery get off the band account

5 Liked by AubrieBesson04, abbyavery, esthergrace_ and 208,649 others

jonahmarais: @abbyavery was trying to get me to take a good picture and then @AubrieBesson04 showed up and BAM! 😊

AubrieBesson04: oh shut up jonah 😊❤️ abbyavery: you look like trash jonahmarais: @AubrieBesson04 i will not 😊 @abbyavery thanks. i strive to achieve prime trash status 😂 abbyavery: @jonahmarais yeah i can tell AubrieBesson04: @jonahmarais @abbyavery why can't you two just be friends 😂 abbyavery: @AubrieBesson04 because he's trash jonahmarais: @AubrieBesson04 because she's trash AubrieBesson04: oh my goodness 🙄

6 Liked by BbyAngMarais, seaveydaniel, abbyavery and 225,937 others

jonahmarais: you hurt her, i hurt you @seaveydaniel @BbyAngMarais 😊🤞🏻

seaveydaniel: i promise i wont 😍 BbyAngMarais: i love you jojo 😊❤️ abbyavery: awe. hoenah has a heart. such a good brother 😊 esthergrace_: @abbyavery he's a good brother sometimes  jonahmarais: @BbyAngMarais love you too little sis 😊  @abbyavery stop calling me hoenah 😊 @esthergrace_ i am an AWESOME brother esthergrace_: @jonahmarais meh. sometimes jonahmarais: @esthergrace_ okay rude

7 Liked by imzachherron, abbyavery, brother_timothy_frantzich and 216,935 others

jonahmarais: we used to be friends, believe it or not. #tbt with @abbyavery 😏

abbyavery: he's lying to you. we've never been friends. what kind of bs are you feeding them hoenah? 😋❤️ BbyAngMarais: stop lying jonah. we all know #jonaby is real. abbyavery: @BbyAngMarais ew no jonahmarais: @BbyAngMarais yeah, no. corbynbesson: @BbyAngMarais oh hell no. #Arbyn is real abbyavery: @corbynbesson you moron 😏

8 Liked by abbyavery, AubrieBesson04, jackaverymusic and 236, 945 others

jonahmarais: well that's just mean @AubrieBesson04  😢💔

AubrieBesson04: hehe love you baby corbynbesson: jonah, ALWAYS be aware when she has her phone out. it never means anything good AubrieBesson04: @corbynbesson hey. shut up  corbynbesson: @AubrieBesson04 NEVER abbyavery: @corbynbesson @AubrieBesson04 okay children. no need to argue. we all know jonah is a fuckboy so 🤷🏻 jonahmarais: @abbyavery rude

9 Liked by BbyAngMarais, abbyavery, keriseavey and 193,864 others

jonahmarais: my favorite sibling. @BbyAngMarais is the best but she should never be trusted alone with my phone. still love her though😊❤️

jonahmarais: @BbyAngMarais seriously? all i did was run into starbucks real quick. why would you do this to me? 😫 BbyAngMarais: i love you jonah but like the caption says, i should never be trusted alone with your phone 😂😜 abbyavery: to be fair, i almost took your phone & you definitely wouldn't have wanted that 😉 jonahmarais: @abbyavery that's fair. @BbyAngMarais IS the lesser of two evils 🤷🏻‍♂️

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