#fortnite midas smut

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Ok you wanna know my horny thoughts? I want Midas Fortnite to turn my insides golden. I just know the tip is gold. I have needed him carnally since I first saw him. One chance Midas please

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, creampies, office sex, light gun play *not proofread, just pure horny

[HES SO KLVFDNSUOGVSH IM GONNA SHAKE HIM LIKE A MARRACA]

It didn't feel real.

Your mind is too floaty to understand the gravity of your current situation fully. It's wet, hot and messy. Midas’ chest is heaving with each harsh intake of air, his golden hands resting on your hips.

Your knees have gone numb a while ago but it doesn't matter when Midas is the one who’s lifting and guiding your hips over his. Your arms are resting on his shoulders as Midas moves your hips for you.

His hands were cold, in contrast to your heated skin. His low groans were slowly turning into laboured moans muffled against your neck. His office was the best and the worst spot to have sex, but his desires got the better of him.

He can’t help himself when you’re prancing around in your fitted clothes, moving from one task to another like it was nothing. His lips found yours again, swallowing down each hiccuped moan you let out. You helplessly grind yourself into him, shuddering as his tip presses into your sweet spots.

Midas grunts, standing up abruptly. He places you on his desk after swiping the papers off of it. His hands clutch at your thighs, holding you open as he relentlessly thrusts his aching cock into your tight heat.

You blindly hold onto the edge of his desk, letting him push and pull you to his whims. With a harsh knock on his office door to interrupt the harsh sounds of skin on skin and moans, Midas lets out an annoyed groan.

Without missing a beat, he steadily takes the recoil from firing a bullet into his door. The bang made you jolt, clenching around his dick even tighter. Midas trails the now warm barrel of his gun down your body; from your cheek to your lips, to your neck and stomach, letting the nozzle of his pistol rest below your belly button.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. No one will bother us for a little while longer.”

[mrslankyman]

Let me lick on your tattoos

Midas (fortnite) x (fem) reader

->SMUT

-> reader works for Ghost agency

-> 3k words

-> not proof read yet

You walked around the Agency. One of the many agents working under Midas and the Ghost organization. Your white suit hugged you beautifully. The accents of gold matched the Agencies aesthetic. 

Midas seemed to just love gold. As it was apparent by his hands and touch. You smirk as you remember the last incident with him. He had come back to his office after a long day. He always seemed so gruff and angry. 

The second you entered his office he sat up. He never wanted to be seen slouching. He didn’t want anyone seeing him in any way except vigilant. He needed to be known as a stone cold leader. 

The curse he was given now seemed to aid him in his missions. Easily just turning enemies to gold. Though he could somewhat control his power he longed to just be able to touch someone. 

It seemed while his agents trusted him he noticed none would ever touch him. Not even a brush on the shoulder.

Except you. 

You’d come in and grab the papers he handed you without hesitation. Hands brushing on his cold golden ones. 

He would hide his blush by turning away in his chair and dismissing you. 

He hadn’t had someone touch him since his late wife. That was long ago. 

Jules was off somewhere else. He wished her well. 

She would not like the idea of her father with some random agent he hired. 

Or would she?

He always found himself wanting to make her happy. She was the last thing he had to be happy over.

Till you.

Now every mission seemed like a death sentence. He would send you out and desperately wait for your radio back to make sure you were okay. 

He would never show that side. He came off as cold and aggravated half the time. 

A hot kind of anger.

You’d annoy him on purpose. Giving him attitude or telling him off when you knew you were right in an argument. 

You headed down past his office. Assuming he was leaning over his desk with his brows furrowed, hands clasped together deep in thought. That’s how he was always there.

Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to just be in there with him.

Not getting in trouble for some mishap on a mission. 

Just in there with him. 

Maybe you had to admit you had a slight attraction to your boss. 

He was quite handsome. 

His tie, slender build, cold demeanor and that scowl he wore on his face. 

Oh and those tattoos.

How you ached to see the ones under his uniform. 

Good thing the second you walked past he radioed you to come into his office. 

You obliged and turned back around. 

Heading back to his office and opening the door without knocking. 

How he got so annoyed at that. 

“Forgot to knock.” His deep voice hit your ears.

“Oops habit.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you sat in the chair in front of his desk. Legs crossing slowly. He watched you cross your legs, his one good eye taking you all in. Oh how he wanted to just shove you against the wall and fuck the attitude out of you. He fought back those thoughts and rolled his eyes at your response. God how he just wanted to press his lips to your moody ones. 

“You gonna stare at me or tell me why you need me in here?” Such a sassy response. He bit his lip slightly and held his hands together. He leaned over the desk a little, his eye cold. “I called you in here so I can ask you about the most recent mission. You thought it was a good idea to seduce the Shadow guard?” His voice seethed of anger and what else was that? Jealousy? 

“Hmm it was a good idea, he fell for that sweet talk and I just flashed him. Nothing bad.” You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. He scowled at the idea of you doing that. 

“That is outrageous for you to be doing out on missions! You are a sophisticated agent, you should not be going around flashing your breast to random enemy agents!” He slammed his fist against the desk. The part where his hand met the wood turning to gold. His anger was really showing. 

You simply smiled at him. Not affected by his anger. It turned you on more than it put you off. You saw how his nose and eyes scrunched in anger, his jaw clenched and his face turned slightly red. 

“Seems someones a little jealous that they weren’t the ones getting flashed.” You bit your lip and slowly slid your leg that was  crossed over down. Spreading your legs open a little. His eye instantly traveled down and then back up. 

“Why would I be jealous of that.” He eyed you suspiciously. You sat up a little bit and leaned over. 

“You just give me a lot of reasons to think that.” You statted matter of factly as you unbuttoned your blazers single button. Popping it off and sliding it behind you on the chair. Your hands traveled up to your white dress shirt collar. Undoing its button and then traveling down, just enough to expose your bra. 

His gaze traveled down to your chest. He bit his lip ever so slightly. He had a good way of showing he didn’t care on the outside but on the inside.. God his body was churning. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans. He looked you in the eyes. “I’m not jealous of that Shadow agent.” He stood up from his chair. His imprint in his jeans is noticeable. He didn’t care right now. He wanted to show you that he in fact did not give two shits about someone else seeing you in ways he longed for. 

His body loomed over you. His head titled just enough to show off some of his tattoos better. You bit your lip and pulled your bottom lip down with your pointer finger. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” A teasing remark slipped through your lips. Soon enough you found his hand gripping your chin. He leaned down to your level slightly.

“I’m not happy to see you, I'm irritated by you.” He warned in a low whisper. His lips were close to your ear and it was honestly so hot. To hear his voice even lower, your eyes flicked down to his crotch. Seemed like he was enjoying being this close to you. No matter what he says.

“Oh I'm so sorry that I irritated you.” Your hot breath hit his neck. He instinctively leaned closer. Wanting no longing for you to take this further. Despite what he says. He would deny deny deny but he truly wanted you. 

“Perhaps I could.. Irritate you more.” You kissed his jawline and slid off your dress shirt. “Unclasp my bra, I know you want to.” He groaned, the small kiss on his jawline had made him increasingly hard on worse. He gave in and unclasped your bra. “I’m doing it so you’ll leave me alone.” He lied, he wanted to see you. He wanted you. Simple as that. 

If exploring your body was a mission he would be the first one to jump on board. 

“Okay yeah, sure boss.” You hummed in fake agreement as he let himself take in your naked top half. 

God he just wanted to get these tight ass jeans off and feel any part of you around his dick. He didn’t care if it was your mouth, hands, or pussy. He just wanted you. In any way you’d let him have you. 

“Fuck you.” He groaned out as he watched you jiggle your breast. 

“Oh you wanna fuck me? You really know how to get to the point huh?” You bite your lip, tugging him closer by grabbing his tie. “Admit it Midas.. You want me. Don’t lie. It’s just me and you. No one is going to judge you for giving in. Showing a little.. Affection.” Your eyes flicked down to your lips; voice laced with lust. 

“You really are the observant agent huh?” He gave in slightly running his cold golden hands across your exposed breast. You moaned slightly as the coldness of his hand touched your nipples. He felt his body react to your noises. He himself let out a low grunt.

“You better pray that no one walks in, or your ass is in trouble.” He sneered in your ear as he picked you up. The quick sweep off your feet made you giggle slightly. 

“Oh ya? My ass is in trouble? You're gonna spank it or something.” You quipped back running a hand through his hair as he shoved things off his desk to set you down. 

“Something like that.” He nodded and grabbed your knees. Spreading your legs apart and pulling you to the edge of the table. 

He put himself between your legs and pressed his hard on up to your core. 

“Oh ya, you seem very irritated by me.” You teased and he groaned in annoyance as well as pleasure. 

“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.” He growled in your ear. 

“How are you gonna make me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes fluttering as you asked.��

“Either I'm gonna shove my dick in your mouth or I'll kiss you so hard it bruises your lips.” He breathed on your neck, teasing you with his hot and drawn out breaths. 

“I think I like both options..” You snickered and ran your left hand up the back of his neck into his hair. He shook slightly as you ran your hand through his hair. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long..” You leaned in closer. Kissing his neck and licking over the lines of his tattoos. Following the designs with your tongue. You had never heard a man moan so slowly as him. 

“Fuck.. you’re such a damn tease.” He breathed out as his body shook from your licks and kisses on his neck. “I love your tattoos.” You said between kisses on his neck. Leaving a few hickeys. “Oops..maybe we should take off your vest and shirt.. I’d love to see all your tattoos.” You leaned back from kissing his neck. You wanted to know what the tattoos looked like fully on him. 

His response was a low moan, his head rolling back. Your hands ran down his vest and unbuttoned it. Sliding it off him in one quick motion. He was like a rag doll. 

Moving with your motions; not protesting at all.

Then his tie was off.

You took your time unbuttoning his shirt. Tattoo after tattoo coming into view. You took in every one mentally drawing out routes for your tongue to take over the patterns. You didn’t even notice how he watched you gaze at his body. Once his shirt was finally off he stood only in his dress pants. A sight to see. The outline of his dick was almost screaming to be released from its prison. 

“Fuck.. “ He whimpered.

You bit your lip gripping his chin. He looked down at you, from the angle his head was at his eyes had that pissed off look. The one that screamed: you better watch what you do. 

“Don’t give me that look, you can say you like this. You’ve made enough noises for me to know.” You teased in such a seductive tone he almost just gave in. Dropped the demeanor of trying to keep his dignity. 

Your hands traced over his shirtless body now. Fingers tracing over every line and loop of the ink that painted his body. You wondered how much pain tolerance he had. Must not be much if he can’t stand the boner in his pants for longer than 5 minutes. 

You pushed him back gently, hopping off the desk. His eyes watched as your breast jiggled from the slight jump.

You smiled up at him and looked at his chest. You kissed his shoulder. He closed his eyes as your lips traced down to his chest. You licked over his inked skin. Following the lines of the tattooed wings. Gliding your tongue over his nipples a few times to tease him. Moans escaped his lips a few times. The way you glided your tongue over him and bent down slowly. Getting lower and lower.. Fuck you were good. 

The lines of his tattoos stopped right at the him of his dress pants. You looked up at him with a teasing smile. His response was an eye roll and a lip bite. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me too.” You said it so sweetly, going to get up from the ground. 

“Fuck, just suck it.” He demanded unbuckling his belt in annoyance. Not at you but himself. He sighed a little as his belt released some of the pressure on his dick. You shook your head with a smirk. Going back down and sliding his pants to his dress shoes. 

“Oh I think I'll have fun sucking it.” Your tone was soiled with lust. You could feel yourself growing even wetter. 

You palmed him through his boxers, those beautiful moans of his escaping his lips without hesitation this time. “Don’t fucking tease or I’m just gonna fucking shove it in your mouth.” He warned, his voice sounded almost deadly. 

“Yes sir.” Your said submissively sliding off his boxers quickly. Watching as his dick sprung up. You got to work. Taking him in your mouth. Going slow to antagonize him at first. His response? Gripping your hair and shoving himself fully in your mouth. You gagged slightly but took it. After he let go you continued at a faster pace. Taking whatever you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand. His moans filled the office so loud it wouldn’t surprise you if the whole agency heard. 

Before you could feel the warmth of his cum in your mouth he pulled you off. “Get on the desk. Now.” He growled in such a low demanding voice you could feel yourself getting wetter every second. You sat back up on the desk. Legs spread slightly. He kicked off his shoes then his pants. Walking up to you. Sliding off your pants so fast you almost forgot you had them off. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go on any missions for a week.” He whispered in your ear as he got closer to you. Lining himself up with your entrance before sliding in. Despite his current threat of fucking you so hard, he slid in slowly. Letting you get used to the feeling of his dick in you. 

“You gonna fuck me hard or fuck me like i’m your new virgin girl friend?” You teased grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He grunted and slammed his hips into you. You moaned, leaning your head back before getting used to the slams. He kept up the fast pace letting out his own moans and groans. Your tongue found his neck tattoos all too quickly. Tracing over the designs. Your teeth leaving sweet love bites all over. 

“You’re so fucking.. Fuck.. I’d turn anyone into gold for you.” His voice shook in your ear. He was sweating and grabbing you so hard. “Oh yeah? Would you do anything for me baby?” You asked as you leaned closer to his face. He opened his eyes and looked at you. 

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” He offered the pet name back. You laughed quietly and kissed him softly. Countering the rough pace he was going.

You two shared a sweet and soft kiss, as the feeling of his dick ramming into you was also present. He loved how soft your lips were. How you let a few moans slip out allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. 

Your tongues danced around each other before he pulled away. Letting out a low moan: a warning of the orgasm he was about to hit. You too let out a soft moan. He slid his cold golden hand down. Circling your clit with his pointer finger, urging you to cum. With each circle you felt yourself getting closer and closer. 

“Cum with me baby, just let it out.” He groaned his request into your ear, with that you felt your self com undone. As you hit your climax a second later he hit his. The warm cum filled you to the brim, he didn’t pull out right away. He sat for a second catching his breath. He looked even hotter here. Your arms had wrapped around his shoulders, his hair sweaty and messed up, eyes droopy from finally hitting his biggest high. 

“You were so good..Maybe i’ll put down a special mission for you to just come in here and-” 

“I’d like that.” you cut him off giving him a kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed back pulling out of you after it ended. 

He walked off to get some tissues to clean you and himself up. Afterwards you stumbled to the door. He rushed over. His tie was crooked and your suit was all wrinkled. Neither of you cared. He helped you down to your room in the upper end of the agency. 

“I’ll see you later, baby.” He flashed a genuine smile before walking out. Your heart skipped a beat. He never smiled.

[rorichuu]

☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: been MEANING to write for midas... this also ties in with jealous!midas as well... i hope i wrote him how you guys expected :) also here is what i think his voice sounds like, either that or matthew mercer (leon kennedy va) 😩

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . you two are at an exceptionally boring party and midas takes you away from keeping appearances. ୨୧ˊˊ

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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rorichuu!

[m4g3114n1c]

Make it worth my time.

Midas x Fem!Reader pt 2

pt 2 of pt 1 of it

This is smut btw

He laughed softly in a way that had you whining, trying to get him inside you already.

 

“I know.” You whispered, eyebrows pulled together in an expression full of shameless desperation.

 

“Tell me why I should fuck you—tell me why I shouldn’t just use you and leave you here to finish yourself off.”

 

The thought of him using you had you shaking your head because the scenario would be so frustrating.

 

“Don’t do that, I need it so bad, please. Fuck me. I need you.”

 

He scoffed, before slipping himself in, bottoming out without any warning. His cock deliciously stretched you out and you moaned. Midas kept himself quiet.

 

Midas snapped his hips hard against yours and the shocks of pleasure had you wrapping your legs around his waist, tugging him closer.

 

The long drag of his cock, the way he pulled himself out to fuck you continuously in your most sensitive spot had you gasping for air.

 

“Be quiet,” The moment his rough words tumbled out of his mouth, you bit your lip, shutting yourself up. “Shut the fuck up,” He rasped out.

 

You kept forgetting you guys were doing this during work hours, where everybody could hear if you were loud enough.

 

The office was dead silent, the smell of sex growing and the wet squelching of your cunt when he pulled out filled the room.

 

This was so fucked up.

 

Midas quietly groaned every now and then.

 

You tilted your head to look at the ceiling to not make any noises. His hands firmly pinned your wrists above your head, immobilizing any of your movement. All you could do was squirm and dig your heels into his back.

 

“Hey. Eyes here, sweetheart.”

 

Although the nickname should be used in a softer way, Midas meant the opposite. You were quick to accommodate his order, looking straight into his eyes.

 

A moan louder than before was hauled out your mouth when he stimulated your clit with his thumb, rubbing circles into it.

 

“Don’t you want to see who‘s fucking you right now?”

 

His rough fucking alongside knowing how to make women cum felt amazing. You moaned again, so audible, you swore it leaked through the walls out into the hallway.

 

“Do you want to get us caught?” He rolled his hips against you, eyebrows raised.

 

He leaned down to capture your kiss in a sloppy kiss of just teeth and tongue, trying to swallow the rest of your moans.

 

A sharp quick knock erupted from behind the door, cutting through the silence.

 

Speak of the devil. Midas jinxed it.

 

Midas stopped, stilling himself inside you, breathless. Your heart erupted into a frenzy, afraid you’d get caught.

 

“Yeah?” He didn’t necessarily shout but it was loud enough to reach the far distance of the door. Midas was panting, but his voice still managed to ooze professionalism and his usual firmness.

 

“Boss, we got an issue.” A gruff voice started. It was somebody else.

 

A man.

 

“I’m busy, Brutus. I’m dealing with something right now.” Midas glanced down at you, mischief glinting in his eyes. He better not do anything stupid.

 

Slowly, he dragged himself out, pushing in with ease. He created a slow tempo but every time he pumped himself into your dripping pussy, his tip just perfectly ground against your g-spot.

 

A soft moan escaped your lips instinctively. Midas was quick to cover up any more possible noises with his hand cupping your mouth.

 

His pace picked up just slightly.

 

It was silent on the other side of the door, neither both of them speaking for a couple of seconds.

 

“Tell me later, Jesus Christ.” Midas yelled now, frustrated at the interruption.

 

“But—“

 

“No. Later, understood? I’m dealing with something annoying.” His glare said enough as it locked into your wide eyes.

 

Brutus sighed heavily behind the door, feeling defeated. “Okay, boss.”

 

And like that, his heavy footsteps faded into the hallway. Midas continued, speeding up to his pace from before he got interrupted.

 

His hand that was cupping your mouth wandered over to your neck. His thumb and his fingers wrapped around the base of your neck, pressing against it.

 

“You’re stupid, you know that?” He whispered, his fingers around your neck limiting your bated breaths. The pain was merging with pleasure, and you loved how dark his eyes were.

 

“You’d love to get us caught, wouldn’t you? With my cock deep inside, fucking away at you like you’re nothing,” His hold on your neck wavered, awaiting your answer.

 

“No, sir.” You shook your head vigorously, voice wanting to be enough to convince him.

 

“What do you want from me?”

 

You knew the right answer, the right one to appeal to him. “I want you to use me, Midas.”




The use of his name had affected the expressionless face on him, another sneer on his face.

 

 

Deep down, you knew he loved it but was shocked at the fact you used his actual name instead of the automatic, “sir.” He was quick to catch that, slowing down yet again to not let you cum yet.

 

“Did you forget who you work for?”

 

“No.”

 

“No what?” He grinded out in between breaths.

 

“No, sir.”

 

 

“ S hit, did you want this to happen from the beginning?” He saw that as hilarious, finding it even funnier that you were unravelling beneath him, your shirt that was usually buttoned all the way up now crinkled and a few buttons off to reveal your breasts.

 

Midas eyes were glued onto your face instead of any other part of you that seemed the most appealing, and the thought of him truly not wanting you only for your body made you lose yourself.

 

He was right. You’ve wanted this from the start, from how he glared at you, yelled at others and how he always took you into his office for sessions of harsh criticism. Like a moth to a flame.

 

You were such a failure.

 

“Yes, from the start, sir.” You answered, tightening around him.

 

“Me too, fuck, I’ve been dreaming of fucking you like this,”

 

He was horny as hell; so were you so you couldn’t say anything.

 

You’ve claimed so many times to have hated him, hated how he never smiled, hated how smooth his hands felt, and hated how he praised you sometimes.

 

Yet every night, it was the opposite. You felt guilty whenever you’d cum, imagining about how your own boss would talk you through it.

 

“Let me,”

 

You were teetering on losing it and completely breaking his rule of staying quiet.

 

“Be quiet, needy fucking bitch—shit,”

 

He groaned, keen gaze lingering on yours as he pushed himself into you repeatedly. His golden hands were pressing firm against your delicate skin, fingers digging so hard into your hips, they were bound to be bruised.

 

His cruel words would’ve usually pissed you off to the max. What it did was only add fuel to the fire within the pit of your stomach.

 

“Shit, you’re—that’s—you feel so good,” He rambled, despite being the one telling you to be quiet. His polished look was completely wrecked, hair all over the place, sweaty as fuck, and his tie was loosened.

 

“Ask nicely, and I’ll give you what you want, alright?”

 

Gladly. You had absolutely no shame just saying the lewdest of words in order to satisfy your own boss.

 

“Sir—fuck, please, I want to—I need to cum. Please, let cum on your cock.”

 

Midas seemed to be satisfied enough as he sped up; you swore you could hear the faint groaning of the wooden desk below you at his fast-paced movements. The fact that he was fucking you raw made you feel like your pussy was trying to remember just how of a perfect fit he was.

 

“Yes, Midas—it feels so good, god, Midas.”

 

The way his name rolled off your tongue with such a need for him to let you cum had him growing rougher. Without a warning, you unravelled beneath him.

 

You wished you lasted longer because of how good his cock was.

 

The pleasure of your orgasm washed over you quickly, the release of the tension so relieving that you couldn’t help but breathe his name out. You knew not to moan it out loudly. Your legs locked around his waist, feeling him heavily groaning at the warmth of you cumming.

 

Midas fucked you through your short-lived relief, your hole fluttered as he continued.

 

“That’s it, yeah.“

 

He whispered, his voice washing away all your worries. With a tight grip, he leaned over, almost on top of you to graze his lips just against the shell of your ear.

 

His breath was more apparent with how close his mouth was, the warmth of his exhales tickling your ear. The top of his body was pressed flush against yours, his sexual stamina still not burnt out.

 

“You’re going to listen to me now, right?”

 

You would do anything for him. You were so lost right now, lost in how loud your heart was beating in your ears, the adrenaline and the rush due to his filth-driven words.

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

His next words struck a chord within you, which you never thought would come back to bite you in the ass.

 

“Don’t forget. You signed the contract. You wanted to dedicate your life to me. You’re under my agency , act like it.”

 

You did. Your gullible-self read the contrast, word-by-word, also asked him questions about it because it was questionable. After all of that effort nitpicking at the suspicious official papers, you still fucking signed it.

 

Perchance, it was fate.

 

“I’ll dispose of you after.” He husked in your ear, tone ominously not joking or saying it for amusement. Honestly, it was indescribably fear-inducing.

 

Your eyes widened, clinging onto him for any ounce of sanity left. Lust clouded your mind. Warm tears ran down your face, dampening the sides of your hair.

 

You looked so beautiful under him like this.

 

Crying. Moaning.

 

His words reignited your desire, and before you could even begin to imagine it; your second orgasm was on the rise, peeking over the horizon.

 

“You want more, hm?” He rasped, knowing you were definitely into degrading shit he pulled off perfectly every time. You didn’t speak but listened to him, squeezing your eyes shut. That’s when he knew you trusted him.

 

Trusted him with your life.

 

There was another sound of the drawer rolling, and he pulled out something. Anticipation flooded your senses.

 

A heavy, metallic cold item was then prodding your mouth open. You didn’t even need to open your eyes to know it was a pistol.

 

What the fuck.

 

Your heart dropped, eyes opening to Midas’ dark, low-lidded eyes. He held the gun, pointer finger pressed against the trigger.

 

 

The intrusion of the metallic, golden weapon in your mouth made you moan around it. It scared you. He had the ability to do it. He was cold-hearted, he definitely could.

 

 

“Suck.” He whispered, and it was an instinct for you to do what he said. So you did, lubricating half of the barrel of the gun. He pulled the gun out, only to push it back forcefully, reaching far back at the back of your throat.

 

Arousal and shame pooled to your abdomen. His movements never stopped so it was embarrassing so close to cumming with a gun in your mouth.

 

His eyes were filled with a sick desire.

 

“Sir,” You said after he pulled the gun away from your mouth, dragging it up to be under your chin instead.

 

“Is that even loaded?” You breathed out, asking because he wouldn’t..right? “You want to find out?” He held up the pistol, aiming it at the wall and slightly away from you.

 

“Plug your ears for me, would you?”

 

You reached up and had plugged your ears, moaning at how easily he could slip himself in and out of your wet cunt. He squeezed the trigger.

 


The booming sound of the shot rang out within the office, and definitely within the building. Filled with people. His face was warmly lit by the shot quickly, his arm firm and strong at the recoil of the pistol.

 

It was loaded.

 

The empty cartridge flung out behind his desk, and there was an ash-coloured smoke that was trailing out the tip of the gun. The smell of the gunpowder made you realize just how dangerous it was for you to be there.

 

“Not loaded?” He repeated with an ironic tone.

 

“Midas—I’m going to cum again.” You breathed out through soft sobs, desperation running out.

 

“I’m cumming—where?” He slightly panicked, dropping the gun with a loud clatter. The moment he shot the bullet, he knew nobody was coming into the office now. There were multiple times when he had executed people in his office for business purposes.

 

Everybody knew not to interrupt him when that happened.

 

“Inside me,”

 

“What—you want me to fill you up, yeah?” He scoffed.

 

“Please, just cum inside me.”

 

He placed the now warm pistol inside your mouth, dragging it in and out. You choked, but kept taking it.

 

Your eyes wandered down to his fingers. Midas squeezed the trigger. Squeezed hard enough for it to fire. Your eyes widened with terror.

 

If this was how you died, you died to having good dick. Good lord.

 

A hollow click erupted from the pistol, your heart still threatening to pound out your ribs. A dark laugh arose out of Midas’ throat, he had found it funny that you thought you were going to die.

 

“I’d never kill you. You’re too useful, you take my cock so well, it’s actually impressive.” He said, voice sarcastic and tantalizing. The low rippling in your stomach had reminded you that you just came, more calmer than your first. You whined.

 

You had gotten so distracted with how he was talking to you that you completely ignored about it.

 

He suddenly pulled out, pressing the gun hard against your clit. You tightened around nothing. Midas stroked himself quickly, cumming with a groan that came out from the back of his throat. 

 

“Fuck,”

 

The look on his face when he came was something you wish you could repeat over and over again. His eyebrows knitted, jaw tightening and his eyes squeezed shut.

 

The warm, slick feeling of his cum stained your white button-up. The feeling of your top still on but your bottom not, made you notice just how horny he was to have not stripped you fully.

 

He stood there, and you laid flat on his desk for a while, before he carefully pulled you up. There was a sense of relief of this being done, like it needed to happen to have resolved the tension between you.

 

He slightly cringed at how you crumpled some of his papers under, but he didn’t care much now.

 

He bent over to pick up your underwear and your fucked-up pantyhose. He offered them over to you.

 

You scoffed before grabbing the pantyhose and just tossing it over in the bin. You slipped on your panties. Midas kept his expression blank per usual yet, there was something different about this one; you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

 

Midas’ eyes slightly darkened at your stained shirt of his cum, grabbing his box of tissues and wiping them down as much as he could.

 

What a gentleman.

 

He cursed under his breath, not being able to get rid of it.

 

He didn’t cum in you. He was disobedient. He didn’t keep his promises.

 

“Put this on.” He said flatly, giving his coat, to you. You slipped yourself into the seemingly expensive brand of clothing. Your senses were overloaded with the scent of his body wash but, mostly his cologne.

 

God. It smelt so good.

 

You tried to make it not too obvious that you were sniffing his coat.

 

“Thank you.” You smiled.

 

“I’ll come visit you tomorrow, get here 10 minutes earlier.” He gave you a subtle smile, yet it felt such a distant one.

 

“Of course, sir.” You unwrinkled your skirt, trying to make yourself look like you just didn’t get fucked by your boss.

 

“Go ahead, yeah?” He glanced up at you, hands meticulously buckling his belt.

 

“What—where are we going with this?”

 

You asked. You wanted the answer so bad you would beg for him again. If he didn’t, you’d be so confused and angry.

 

“I fucked you ‘cause I got angry at you.” He confessed, but there was another underlying reason he wasn’t willing to elaborate on. He was shutting himself off, not surprising.

 

“I liked it.” You blurted out, looking up at him with a face that was riddled with a shameful nature. The sudden sentence had made Midas laugh softly, it still felt as demeaning as it did before. Midas was speechless, although it felt like it said enough.

 

“Just—come by my office tomorrow. Now you know this is what happens when you complain?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

He waved you off, scoffing subtly. You were so glad you complained. He acted as if he didn’t just bring out things in you, things you’d never thought you’d be into.

 

He wanted more.

 

You felt likewise.

[taedelta]

Pussy Drunk Midas drabble!!!! because I am insane!!! And want him so bad

WARNINGS: 18+ only, p in v, breeding, cnc (reader says stuff ab not inside but also it's consensual just roleplay), dom/sub, power imbalance, f! reader

Midas has been fucking your poor little cunt for the past, god had it been an hour already? His cock head was spearing into your cervix, the pain being masked by the pleasure of him dragging along your g-spot.

Your arms were so fucking sore, hands tied behind your back as midas was quite literally pounding into you. Your face was smashed against the pillow, tears and drool staining it.

"Such a nice little fuck toy, god the Agency was so good for transferring you to this location," cold, gold coated hands roughly dig into your hips as Midas continues to sloppily fuck your cunt.

You hear Midas chuckle, before he takes your knees and lays you flat on your stomach, and then proceeds to mount you, guiding his already slick cock straight back into your hole.

He's somehow now instead grinding continuously against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your slick clit and providing a delicious yet almost not enough amount of stimulation on the sweet little bundle of nerves.

Midas' hands now grab the fat of your ass, pulling them apart so he can see how his cock keeps filling you over and over again. You're practically deranged with how well he's filling you, his cock hitting every single angle just right, and with the new position his cock is kissing your cervix now, not spearing into it.

Some sex addled part of your brain is a little sad about it, if you were still in your previous position, his cum would flow directly into your womb, making you oh so nice and full of your bosses seed and maybe even getting you knocked up.

The reasonable part of your brain pushes that out, however. You're deliriously crying, the pleasure becoming almost too much while he's still wildly rutting into you.

A somewhat depraved chuckle leaves Midas, and he's now fucking you even faster and harder, and you glance back at him to see a wild smirk on his face as he ruts into you.

He leans over, just hovering above your ear. "Oh I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt up, wouldn't that make you so happy? So swollen with my kids, everyone will know your pussy belongs to me, they'll know how good your boss breeds you, keep fucking this tight hole until you can't take it anymore. Maybe I'll use you as my little housewife, god think of cute you'd look in a little apron with nothing under," he's rambling now, thrusts becoming so sloppy and fast you're becoming out of breath from the sheer force he's using.

"F-fuck Midas..." you're so desperately trying to whimper out a protest, god he's your boss for fucks sake, you can't let him of all people knock you up! "Midas... pull out, can't cum insi-"

You're quickly cut off by him biting into your neck harshly and rutting into your wet heat, loud pounding of his pelvis hitting your ass blocking out any protests.

"Oh you stupid bitch, you think you get a say? This pussy of yours is mine, and I decide where I cum, and it just so happens I wanna fill this pussy up day and night, make you such a good little cum hole for me,"

You gasp, feeling his thrusts speed up as he maneuvers a hand underneath you both, his fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

"When I cum inside of you, you're gonna cum with me, let me feel your cunt milk my cock and beg to be bred like the little slut you are for me,"

Those words shouldn't turn you ok, you should be disgusted, mortified even, but the white hot flash of your orgasm proves you couldn't care less. You hear a loud groan behind you before the sticky substance of Midas' cum is filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock pressed right into your cervix and shooting his seed directly into your womb.

As you both come down from your highs, Midas lays on top of you and gives you a sweet peck to the side of your face.

"You okay? That was pretty intense," he asks, checking in on you. You deliriously smile up at him, giggling a bit.

"We might need to go again, just to make sure it takes, Sir."

[fortnite-smekcannons]

Despite midas' being quite stoic/hard to read normally he is so nasty and vocal in bed.

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bruce wayne

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dick grayson

nothing here yet…

jason todd

nothing here yet…

fortnite

jonesy

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midas

nothing here yet…

montague

we’ll be okay - fluff, very slight angst, brief mention of canon-typical violence

modern warfare

alejandro vargas

dating headcanons

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john ‘soap’ mactavish

dating headcanons

five times they almost got caught (and one time they did) - fluff, suggestive content but nothing graphic

john price

late that night - fluff, can be read platonically

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

nothing here yet..

simon ‘ghost’ riley

dating headcanons

upcoming: hushed words

resident evil

chris redfield

nothing here yet..

leon s. kennedy

dating - fluff + a small bit of smut

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skyrim

brynjolf

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farkas

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miraak

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ondolemar

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Midas Oneshots

by Fruit_b4ts

I want to fuck midas

Words: , Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Fortnite (Video Game)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Midas (Fortnite), the guy from fortnite

Relationships: Midas (Fortnite)/Reader, Midas X Reader

Additional Tags: Gender-neutral reader with afab parts, p in v sex, One Shot, Smut, midas is a gentleman fr, cigarettes after sex, Desk Sex, Cunnilingus, Backshots, midas is sleep deprived, Boss/Employee Relationship, Blowjobs, Eye Contact, horndog midas, vanilla sex, Fingering, why are smut tags so awkward to type out, i need to suck this mans dick!!

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/43504384

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Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence. Occasional 18+ scenes. Sensitive issues. Notice: Book not fully written, aiming for a chapter a day.

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☆ MIDAS x TROPHY-WIFE!READER ☆

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trophy wife definition — a young, attractive woman who is the wife of a rich and successful older person and acts as a symbol of the person's social position.

┆rori's note: here is the long and awaited part 2 of my first midas fic !!! ( found here <3 ) . . . i appreciate everyone who reblogged, liked, and commented! i loved making that fic, and i apologize for not posting sooner. it's been a verrry hectic year and I'm trying to ease back into writing again. thank you so much for your patience! i hope you like this short smut fic i provide for yall :)

┆disclaimer/tags: ♯ smutty , more modern . . . part two of midas putting you back in your place as his wife. ୨୧ˊˊ

Midas’ hip was locked with yours, his unforgiving pace of skin against skin was enough to make you cry… tears falling down your blushed cheeks as your hands desperately tried to hide your own face.

               Midas no longer cared for the visitors just a floor below them, the idea that they could hear your screams of pleasure was intoxicating to him… risk, something he could take with little penalty. The ego that inflated his mind was simply a pawn to his advantage, and you—his dearest—being one of them.

               Your husband shook his head, a smirk playing at his face as his hand wrapped around your paired wrists, pinning them above you so he could see you writhe beneath him. As your thigh rested above his shoulder, he was dangerously close to you, testing your flexibility with each thrust. “Wanna see you,” he groaned beneath his breath, his cheeks dusted pink by the heat inescapable between you two. You shook your head, sobs leaving your throat as your pussy throbbed… the feeling of pain and erotic sensations stimulating you to exhaustion.

Feigned, Midas pouted and nodded, a chuckle leaving his throat as he slowed… sadistic and cruel, the love for the excruciation he put on his lover. The way tears prickled the corners of your eyes, the way you arched and tried, ever so desperately, to get away. Yet, his hold on your hips was stubborn, the plush of your skin against his calloused fingertips.

As he picked up his pace once more, he brought each of your legs to rest on either side of his shoulders. As he did so, he pushed farther on you. A cry left your throat as your hand flew up to his forearm, the muscle flexing as he gripped you. Midas shook his head. “You got it princess,” he whispered, kissing the side of your knee. Mesmerized, he locked eyes with you, gold and the ghostly white. “Takin’ me so well, you got a bit more in you, don’t ya’, doll?” With his praise contradicting his actions, you were always left guessing… from the way he bruised your cunt, to the soft kisses and whispers of praise… too pretty not to ruin.

Your husband’s pace began to quicken once he heard footsteps and chatter outside the door, assuredly, nearing the stairs. Fear clouded over you, your grip on his forearm now tightening as you silently begged him to stop… but to no avail, he kept his pace. “Wanted me to fuck you in front of ‘m, right?” He spoke, his hand slipping from your leg to hold your hand with his. “Couldn’t wait a fucking hour, so you’d rather them hear you?” Desperately trying to quit his movements, the mere idea of them eavesdropping was something to drive you mad, but your husband feasted off your fear; of their whispered controversy; of losing it all just so he could pound that attitude out of you. How you loved to add fuel to the fire, especially when Midas got primal like this.

Midas lifted your hand, kissing the inside of your wrists as he noticed the way you clenched around him, your walls suffocating his cock as he nearly begged to come inside. His eyes flickered to yours. “Can I fill my pretty wife up? Would she like that?” he asked, voice slicked in a pretty sweetness as you merely moaned in response. Unsatisfied, his hand dropped yours and cradled your face, hands forcing your cheeks to a pout. “Use your words.” he demanded, his tone making you nod crazily. You two have talked about kids before—the idea of your swollen stomach carrying his children, perked up tits… watching you care for your own—it drove him mad.

“Please, M…Midas,” you stumbled on your own words, cock-drunk and hazy with bliss… Midas groaned, lewd and satisfied with your response as he quickened his pace. His hands were quick to find your hips, one hand straying to hold the side of your thigh atop his shoulder. “Outside!” You whispered, voice filled with worry and a hurried breath… the man shook his head.

“Need them… to hear you,” he mumbled, brows furrowed with focus as his breath shook… the feeling of you around him, the plush warmth… it made him dizzy. His best fucking heaven, you. And with your known frightened state, his pace became brutal. Skin slapping against skin as he leaned his head against your thigh, pounding into your ruthlessly as you cried out. Your voice was broken and sobbing, your husband’s cock hitting that same spot every time… the throbbing of your cunt, your abused bud, it made you squirm and claw at his forearms.

               Midas smiled at the way your nails made marks into his skin, the trail of red following from the way your body responded to his unrelenting pace. Your back arched and writhed, adoring the way you tried to free yourself from his hold despite your thighs holding his face.

               Your husband cursed under his breath, nails digging into your thighs as he pounded his release into your sweet cunt… sliding and painting your heat as he rode you into your orgasm. You screamed, hands flying to your face to mute your noises, but Midas wouldn’t have it. His hand flung to your wrists and captured them, bringing them to his chest as you sobbed. His gaze darkened; eyebrows furrowed as he focused on you. He watched your every movement, focused on how your nose scrunched, tears escaping from the corners of your eyes with desperation as he began to slow.

               Drunk of lust in your shared limbo, your body began to relax under his… thighs slack on his shoulders as Midas eased himself to cradle your body with his. Your husband gently kissed your chest and up to your collarbone, focusing completely on you alone. “I love you so much, angel,” he whispered, low and hardly above a whisper. Your hand limply combed through his black hair, giving it a small tug as you felt him smile against your glistening skin. “Mhm, so perfect.” Midas would drown you in praise… you were his trophy, his love, his everything. If anyone deserved it most, it was you.

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rorichuu!

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Make it worth my time.

Midas x Fem!Reader

tags: Consensual Sex, Missionary, Porn With Plot, Gun Kink, poc friendly, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Degradation kink, Verbal Humiliation, BDSM, not so sane but consensual sex!, Blow Jobs, Semi-Public Sex, Face-Fucking, Multiple Orgasms, Dacryphilia, Dom/sub, Older Man/Younger Woman, Workplace Sex, Power Imbalance, Desk Sex, Sir is used a lot (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃Midas is SadisticChoking

summary: ur insufferable boss calls u down bc

Intern Reader x CEO Midas

Midas was an asshole. You said it, yet in the back of your mind you still felt guilt spreading through your veins, infecting your Midas-hating self. You shouldn’t feel bad for him. You shouldn’t feel for him at all.

A stern, strict, relentless man that overworked everybody to the point of exhaustion was somebody you should never feel bad for.

When you had been recruited to do the internship, it seemed fun, entertaining enough. A program for spies—man, you should’ve known how sketchy that sounded.

You were grown, you should know what a scam of a program it was. You had to work for minimum wage due to the fact there was a ton of people working at one place; the pay check had to be broken up in between all of you.

The thing was, Midas was rich enough to pay you all, especially you, since you were more focused in being his assistant. He set that goal for you the first time you arrived.

The touch of gold at his fingertips and yet he couldn’t offer one molecule of a golden nugget to his workers.

Cheap motherfucker.

How was that even possible? The ability of the golden touch and he was still so cheap. It frustrated you more than it should.

You felt like a moron at how much you thought this would be a fun job. His close friends seem to get better treatment at least, and go on useful missions that make an impact.

All what you had to do was organize, organize, and organize files.

If you wanted to sign up for a damn cubicle job, you would’ve done so, because this was insanely far from what you imagined the program was.

So, here you were now, almost eight hours straight of non-stop work. Once the clock hit three, you celebrated in your head; the champagnes popping and all.

It was finally time for you to go, time for you to relax. You had to clear your mind in your apartment.

You shut off your computer, grabbing your jacket, your bag, plus—things you still needed to work at even at home.

That’s how much he made you work. As annoying as he was, he seemed to really want specifically you to be his assistant. Odd enough.

The boring, crisp air of the fancy building and the repetitive click-and-clacking of the keyboards were making you crazy. It was so quiet, nobody spoke, and only worked. It made you wonder that possibly it was about Midas.

It was definitely about him and his rules. When you got here, the rules he set were ridiculous.

Why did he think, “No talking.” was such an amazing, life changing and jaw-dropping rule?

The rule was plastered everywhere, in posters and stickers. It seemed so simple, yet so restricting on you and everybody else who worked under him.

You couldn’t really dwell on the topic too much because you were under his agency, that you applied to.

“Hi,” A high pitched voice made your head sharply turn. Your eyes widened with bewilderment at how she spoke with such a full voice. It was Skye?.. You didn’t remember but you knew she was one of Midas’ friends.

Ah. So that’s why she was speaking in a full voice. You forgot his friends could only speak fully in an environment like this. Everybody usually heard them bantering in the meeting room.

“Boss wants you in there.” She whistled in a way of saying you fucked up on something. She felt regret because you seemed like you were going to shit yourself.

“No clue what it was about,” She shrugged, patting you on the shoulder as she parted ways with you. The way she reassured you by giving you a small and muttered, “good luck,” made you extremely nervous.

Now you were left standing with your bag, knowing you had to go in there. You sighed, returning your things on the desk.

Well. You had to suck up now. Suck up to your shitty boss. Hooray!

Midas got around your nerves sometimes, and it had made you slip up once or twice. One time, he told you he was going to shorten the deadline on something while you weren’t even halfway through it.

“That’s great,” You mumbled under your breath, sarcasm seeping through your voice, collecting the files on the desk he had properly reviewed already.

“Excuse me?” He snapped. Shit.

“Nothing, sir.”

He turned around like nothing happened, dismissing you with a short wave of his hand.

You’re pretty sure he knew that you were not fond of him, and don’t see him as a friend.

You dragged yourself mentally, yet kept your head up, straight posture and your heels clacking against the dark definitely expensive floors. Good impressions to not get fired.

You sighed once more, finding yourself at the front of his door. For the last time, you made sure to look presentable before knocking. This was a rare occurrence. He never called anybody down.

You brought your hand up to his door, wrist working itself to knock hard enough on the dark wood.

Even through his walls were thick, including his door, you swore you could hear his heavy and weary sigh from a mile away. There was a short shuffle of his feet.

“Come in,” He said loud enough for you to grasp the handle of the door and pull. You know his patience ran thin quickly.

The sweet scent of his office billowed into your face; it smelt of an expensive cologne, possibly sandalwood. It smelt pleasant though, like a warm cabin. The mellow smell lingered in the thick tension in the air. It suddenly felt warm in the room.

Midas stood at the front of the thick glass separating him and the device. His eyes stayed glued on his creation. A cold light shone against its smooth surface.

It made you laugh whenever you saw it in all its glory because of how it was just in his office. The large device felt so out of place, but also felt the opposite because of his huge ego.

He just seemed the type of person to showcase his greatest passions.

Your eyes danced over to everything in his room, to his framed photos of his friends, his golden arsenal but especially his victims. People he’s killed with the golden touch.

A shiver ran up your spine but you kept your head clear.

You couldn’t see much but he seemed disinterested, even though he called you down there in the first place. His arms were behind his back, facing you. It felt like you were walking on eggshells, shifting a step, but before you could even walk even closer—

“Lock the door,” He followed by briefly stating your name.

Your heart dropped, feeling the anxiety peering in slowly.

Was he going to kill you? He definitely was.

It was difficult to distinguish his emotion since he didn’t exactly display it for you to see. His tone was monotone and his face was the same as it usually was, adorned with a scorn.

You kept yourself composed, turning around to turn the lock of the door. You stood by the door, and Midas turned his head obscurely, the warm light caught his amber eye. He didn’t break eye contact.

“Come here.” He turned himself around fully.

Standing straight at about 6 feet and an inch, you did not want to mess with your boss.

You obliged, approaching his desk so you were right in front of it, and him.

You absentmindedly lined the tip of your pointed heels to be right on the edge of the rug. It was like an imaginary boundary.

“Are you enjoying your time here?” He suddenly questioned and you felt yourself shift into that interviewee mindset.

“Yes, sir. I am.”

You swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, trying to form a sort of sardonic smile. It was like his eyes were taking you apart, picking each piece of your nervous movement to analyze and trying to figure out how you felt.

He pulled his obnoxious leather and gold-lined chair out, settling on the chair before pushing himself closer to be tucked at the desk.

He gestured to one of the chairs.

“Take a seat,”

A part of you wanted to defy his order to piss him off and sit in the other.

You didn’t, and sat in the one he gestured to, which was closer to his desk.

He stared at you with a straight face. He was so intense.

“Be honest, will you?” He shrugged, trying to seem indifferent about the topic. He was trying to pry how you truly felt about him out of you, because he knew it was buried deep.

“If you’re going to be my assistant, you need to know what’s best for this agency,”

You wanted to say how stupid his system was, how cheap he was despite having the golden touch, and how he was an asshole. The thing is, you didn’t have it enough in you to say so.

“I’m—“ You began but felt that you were a tad bit too passionate about the topic. You started once again, tone professional.

“Sir, the way you run things..”

“Yes?” He raised an eyebrow, already feeling skeptical about letting you speak about this.

He absolutely fucking hated it when people dragged him for how he ran his own agency. Yes, he asked for criticism but it wasn’t to actually change anything.

Why would he?

It was working like a well oiled machine anyway, so what was your issue?

“It’s awkward, doesn’t feel like anything’s getting done when nobody talks to eachother.”

Midas shrugged, leaning back in his chair. Here he went. His body language just screamed an arrogant, rich and conceited man.

“Well, it’s not a preschool, is it?”

That caught you so off guard you had the temptation to laugh at his remark. He was right, it didn’t have to be a jolly, holding hands, and my little pony type friendship sort of thing, but it was still important to create a comfortable work environment.

“No, sir, but I conducted a survey which revealed that 87% of your workers—“

“You broke my rules?”

You stopped yourself, and sighed.

You didn’t mean to slip up like that.

Well, you couldn’t take it back anymore. Hopefully, he liked you a lot and wouldn’t fire you for that.

“That’s not the point.” You felt like you were trying so hard to convince him that what he was doing was shitty. It was as if you were talking to a brick wall.

“Yes, it is. You know how crucial it for their work to go uninterrupted, by doing that, you’ve partially slowed some of their progress.”

There it is. He had overworked everybody just for him to sit in his comfortable office, staring at his big ball of creation.

“See, that’s the issue. That’s your issue. You don’t care.”

“Am I supposed to? Business is business. You’re not here to make friends. Fall in love. Hold hands.”

He rolled his eyes, finding your idea completely wrong.

“You’re unbelievable.”

Oh wow.

He’s never seen you this assertive before towards him. He saw potential.

“Alright,” He said, somewhat defeated with your short-lived argument, beckoned you over with his finger.

Although you were still pissed at him, it felt like your body was owned by him.

Woah. Not owned.

It felt like your body just couldn’t stop following his every single order. The thought of you wanting to appease him in every way possible had you embarrassed. You hated him, but still wanted to impress him.

The sound of a drawer rolling caught your attention when you maneuvered yourself around the desk to stand beside his chair.

He pulled out a thick stack of cash from the drawer like it was nothing. The drawer was filled with wads of hundred dollar bills. He turned, still in his chair, humming as he didn’t even count it, and offered it to you.

You were unimpressed at this and he was stunned.

Were you asking for more money?

He didn’t care if you took all of his money because of how truly wealthy he was. When you didn’t take it from his hands, he took more from his stash, stacking it on and lying them on your hand.

The stack eventually weighed heavy on your palm. It was so heavy, you had to support it with both hands to refrain it from toppling over.

“No, this wasn’t what I asked for nor what I wanted. You can’t bribe me.” You looked at him, offended that he would think of something as stupid as this; bribery would never work on you.

It was nice seeing and smelling the fresh bills but you placed them on his desk with a smack.

His neutral expression shifted into something darker, something more formidable than usual. Midas frowned, bothered by your ungrateful attitude. At this angle, you were taller since he was sat down.

That didn’t last for long, as Midas stood up so quickly, the force of his movement sent his chair behind him strolling to hit something with a soft thud.

He towered over you, eyes glowering. He was only about an inch away from you. The propinquity of him worked; it was an intimidating tactic and it fucking worked on you.

“Sir,” You shakily said, feeling yourself in a daze. A sense of vertigo clouded your mind, blocking out any oncoming thoughts.

A blanket of blood flooded your cheeks, painting them crimson at the intimate proximity. In such a tone that sounded apologetic, it was ludicrous thinking about how you had been arguing with him.

At the sight of this, the dim lighting casted an attractive shadow against his angular face. You hated to admit it, but Midas was hot. You always felt in denial thinking about it, now here you were, lips inches away from his.

You knew you were only in denial due to the fact he was the boss and you were the intern.

“What do you want, then?” He said with a soft scoff, knowing he could fulfill your wishes so easily.

He found your fierce ambitions and your overall attitude amazing qualities. He also found you to be extremely attractive. That was a quality that always made him feel differently.

Your eyes darted away from his. This was a weird situation to be stuck in. Your boss and you, locked in his office and an inch away.

He noticed you weren’t pulling away.

“Just,” You hesitated but continued. “give me the money, please.” The state of affairs had you spouting shit you would never say in a million years. You begging for money was something you blurted out because of your panicked state.

Something about this whole thing made you want to scamper away.

Another part of you was leaning into it, wanting to know how his hands would feel against your bare skin, his lips on yours; would he fuck you rough, or would he fuck you agonizingly slow?

Would he praise you or would he condemn you to being useless?

You had to know.

You needed to know.

It was killing you, the part of not knowing was tearing you to shreds, eating you on the inside out.

“Please, what?”

He was feeding into your delusion—

“Please, sir.”

but you just couldn’t help yourself sometimes.

The way you sounded, you uttering that in a voice that sounded so heavenly, it took every inch of him to grab you. His gaze wandered to your soft lips, stained with lipstick, he found even more tempting to smear off.

“Do you really want the money?” Midas wasn’t blind, he had seen your nervous and your complexion flushed. Your short breaths, trying to inhale all of his air. No mistake, you were aroused. Turned on to the max.

“No.”

“Good.” His tone lowered to one that was filled with satisfaction and relief at your answer.

The function of your breathing had stopped. You couldn’t even comprehend Midas’ slow, yet calculated approach to stoop down and capture your lips in a tantalizing, short kiss.

His lips whilst pressed against yours felt surprisingly soft. Your eyes closed quite late, but felt prone to more.

A warm feeling erupted within your chest, spreading across your body at the first contact of his lips. It felt like a pit of fire inside you was slowly being fed by the smallest of his ministrations.

Midas leaned forward once more, allowing you to relax as he had to slightly accommodate to your height to kiss you. His larger hand came down to tilt your head to an angle he wanted.

You felt him grab your hip to keep you still, and the firm hold he had on you had been the last thing you needed to give in.

His stern hold indicated the longing of you, the longing for anybody, actually. Since he and his wife got divorced due to issues, he’d been desperate, not begging but he was.

He hated how you made him feel whenever you were around.

Every time you walked into his office, he tried his best to stay professional.

He didn’t even know you, apart from your résumé; you didn’t know him personally either.

He pulled you in, feeling his exhales from his nose as he tried to keep a steady breath. “Midas, sir,” You muttered in between kisses, pausing him by giving him a firm push of your palm.

He responded by grasping your wrist, almost in a way that told you he didn’t like getting touched without permission. You leaned back, but you couldn’t move much.

“Are we allowed to do this?” You asked, slightly hesitant to even ask.

“I make the rules, what do you think?” He sarcastically replied with a small tilt of his head.

Your silence and actions spoke louder than words when you pressed yourself closer to him. He noticed, pressing his silken lips against yours once more, reigniting his inner desires in him he’d long forgotten about.

Your hand reached down to his crotch, thinking you were doing him a favour. Midas’ fifth sense was quickly set off, not being able to see but sense your hand hovering just right above.

His hand once again, grabbed your wrist once more and this time pushed away.

“Are you fucking serious?” He asked, slightly breathless at your attempt. He sounded so pissed.

You might’ve misread the situation, maybe he didn’t want sex right now. You were in the wrong for trying to assume.

“I’m so sorry, I thought—“ You said so quickly it sounded jumbled together before being interrupted by Midas.

“Thought what? Do you think I like you ?” He emphasized the words and they hit you harder than you thought.

“Get on your knees.” He sneered, almost in a way that felt like he was humiliating you.

God, in such a sick way, you loved it.

Without hesitation, you slowly sunk down, feeling the rough material of the rug harshly against your knees.

This view of Midas felt more domineering, his eyes scanned your face. His face was riddled with contempt. Silence filled the air again, making him even more irritated.

“Are you just going to sit there and be useless all day?”

Your eyes wandered down to the visible tent in his pants, wanting to feel how hard he felt against yourself if you were ever to grind against him.

The thought made you squeeze your thighs, rubbing them against one another to soothe the growing desperation within your cunt.

“Please, let me.”

He nodded, watching with an amused expression as your hands fumbled with his metal belt.

The sharp clinking of his belt made his slacks feel a lot tighter. You then unzipped them, unbuttoned them and caught a glimpse of what you were dealing with.

His boxers were a plain black, and if you couldn’t see well, you wouldn’t have noticed the wet spot where his tip laid against. The outline of his was huge.

To not make him any more impatient, you tugged his boxers down enough. His cock was close enough to your face that could see the pre-cum beading out of the flushed tip.

He was more longer than he was in width, but other than that, you just wanted to take him all in your mouth. You hoped you could.

Midas pushed himself closer, letting the warm tip of his cock brush just against the corner of your mouth. You looked up at him, letting your tongue peek out to lick the corner of your mouth clean of the cum he smeared.

“Open.”

Your tongue dragged alongside a vein in his shaft before taking him into your mouth. The taste of his cum, you relished in. He cursed under his breath at the warm and wet feeling of your mouth.

Every one of your mouths movements had earned a grunt from him or two. They were small but it told you he was enjoying himself. You didn’t take him all the way, afraid to trigger your own gag-reflex.

Your hand accommodated to the leftover of his cock that was getting no attention, wrapping around and shifting the same time your mouth moved.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, earning a breathy moan from him. His hand made its way into your hair, pulling hard enough for yourself to moan around him.

The vibrations of your sound had him resisting so hard not to push your head down.

“Just like that, fuck.” He groaned under his breath and hearing it shot down pure arousal to your already soaked panties.

You set a steady motion of trying to take more of him into your mouth. Midas quickly lost himself to the feeling, finding the obscene, sloppy sucking noises you made so appealing.

You looked up as you continued, his hips pushing in, forcing yourself to take more than you could take. You resisted the urge to gag as he touched your uvula, eyes brimming with tears.

Your eyelashes were dampening, the expression on your face made him feel fucking sick, because he found your crying hot.

You breathed in through your nose, concentrating on keeping the pace consistent. Midas didn’t care much about your pace, pretty much fucking your face now.

You looked at him, the thrusting of his hips into your mouth had your own saliva dripping down your chin.

“You’re taking it so fucking good, yeah—I knew your mouth could be useful,” He panted.

You let out a muffled moan while he continued. Rare groans escaped his mouth and he was enjoying himself.

Then you pulled off his cock.

He didn’t like that.

Midas dragged you up off the floor with an easy tug of your hair. You looked like a mess, just the way he wanted. Your usual brazen self was now replaced a husk of your old self, desperate for attention from him.

He leaned in close, not waiting to rip off your pantyhose, along with pulling off your panties.

“Maybe this will make you learn your fucking lesson,” He spat out, smashing his lips against yours in a way that you didn’t even know what had happened.

You didn’t care, not ashamed that all you wanted from him was to fuck you. He lead you to his desk, your hip hitting the desk.

Since he hated you, you thought he might’ve preferred not seeing your face, so you bent over the desk. He was tempted but flipped you around.

With a gasp leaving your mouth, your weight felt like nothing as Midas picked you up and placed on top of his desk.

He unzipped your skirt to make it easier, also slipping it off.

“I want to see that it’s you.” He whispered, in contrast to his attitude earlier when he fucked your mouth. Usually hate sex was with the other person facing away. But the person who hated you the most wanted to see?

“You want me to fuck you?” Finally, he pressed his tip against the opening of your tight cunt.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re nothing to me, you do know that, right?”

“I’d never be with somebody as easy as you are.”

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word count got to me pt2

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i accidentally found your tumblr big fan of the fics i’ve been commenting 😭 daily i think about the part in the office one where he pulls out a gun and firing it and specifically him keeping his arm steady like the way you made that imagine in my mind… i may be insane i’m going insane i need him saur bad i am so thankful for that fic for that image you created in my head i feel ill thank you love your work

im so glad to be the author to have somebody’s mind occupied 😭thank you sm for the support omg

part of my mind was like “he’d never be that reckless” but another part of my mind just said, “fuck it fire the gun indoors” thought that’d be fucked but also really stupidly funny. It’s cause Midas is also not a mentally well individual, (probably), I mean, I would say he was over ambitious because of the shit he came up with.

There’s a lot of cocky Midas ff out there but I wanted to make one to see how he’d be in my eyes. I wish I could promise you guys more Midas fanfictions, but not really working on any right now. I got one rotting in my notes that’s unfinished.

[fortnite-smekcannons]

Midas gets fucked by Meowscles. Rawdogged. Pure prostate milking.

Note from Vindertech Representative

Forgive me for not posting these in a timely manner. I was dying from an illness, and Dennis mod has disappeared under suspicious circumstances.

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Midas has a fantasy for Gunplay, but would never do it to his SO.

[m4g3114n1c]

“You’ve heard right. I’m back.”

Midas (Fortnite) x Fem!Reader

i want him i want him i want him i want him

hi yall.. cross posted on ao3 yea that’s me lmao

summary: he’s back so u have sex lol obv

tags: NSFW, Female Reader, AFAB Reader, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, POV Second Person No Y/N mentioned, poc friendly :), ascendant midas skin is so fine, Established Relationship

i need to be sedated cs of him im starving

Midas didn’t waste time, surprisingly lying you on the bed with ease and a sense of gentleness you’ve longed for ever since he disappeared. Anticipation creeped in as you felt his lips desperately pressing themselves against yours.

Your heart thrummed slowly faster, the familiar weight of his body on top of you felt so relieving and it reminded you that he was truly here. Your eyes flutter shut, relishing in the familiar feeling and curve of his lips.

He already quickly stripped himself off of his heavy armour and cape, leaving him with a white button up, his pants, and his golden laurel wreath that sat on top of his head.

His kisses seem fervent, hungry, due to the fact he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. He can’t seem to get enough as his lips incessantly latch onto yours and you can’t seem to get yourself to pull away. Every time you try to pull away, Midas pulls you back in and you capitulate into his yearning touch.

His large hand made its way under your shirt, earning a muffled moan from you. He withdrew from your lips for a second, voice heavy with want. “You’re not wearing anything under,” He mumbles, although it’s more of a groan.

His thumb swipes on your nipples, stiffening them into peaks as he desired. You help him slip your shirt off quickly as his hot, wet mouth kiss on your neck, your collarbones, nipping and sucking as his tongue traced over the marks he made.

All you could see now while you laid back was the top of his head. His eyes kept their firm gaze on yours. He wanted to tease you. He felt you squirm on the bed when he sucked on your inner thigh. Then he kissed near where you needed him the most. You moaned softly.

“You’re an ass,” You sighed out in a frustrated tone that made him laugh under his breath. Midas quickly hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with a swift movement of his arms.

“Fuck,” That was all he could say.

Midas’ warm breath fanned across your core. It felt like he was fully drinking in how wet you were. Without no warning, his tongue delved into your slick folds, holding you close with his strong hand on your thigh as he forcibly pushed your thighs further apart.

You let out a strangled moan, hand instinctively coming down to card through his thick hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging. His eyes were now looking up at straight at you while his tongue strayed from your clit to your throbbing cunt. He lapped up at your arousal, slipping the tip of his tongue into your fluttering hole for a moment.

You panted, squirming but Midas—feeling your resistance kept you at bay, pressing your hips down into the soft mattress; you were unable to move. “Midas, yes—fuck,” You tilted your head back into the sheets, closing your eyes shut with pleasure as Midas’ mouth worked on bringing you closer to your so-needed-orgasm.

He groaned against your clit, the grip around your thigh loosening. The vibrations of his sound against your clit made you roll your hips against his mouth. He liked it. He liked how desperate you became when you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

The sense of your upcoming orgasm grew taut within your belly. The almost pornographic sounds had made it all enticing; the sounds of his mouth sucking, and your moans intertwined with his was all too much.

His second finger stretched you out, mouth returning as he pumped his fingers in and out you. His fast pace was settled on giving you your orgasm. Your slick noises while he curled his fingers into your spot, and how you continuously moaned his name made him really fucking hard.

“Midas,” You mewled, eyebrows furrowed out of pleasure. When you tightened around his fingers, abdomen tensing and your thighs twitching, he knew you were on the very brink of cumming.

The hot coil of your orgasm broke, and you came with a whine. Your senses were overloaded, thighs instinctively clamping around Midas’ head. His fingers kept moving, guiding you through your orgasm. He had enough strength to pull apart your thighs and escape the strength of your legs.

Jesus Christ.

His chin was dripping in your arousal and his saliva. Midas’ hair was now untamed, and ruffled from all the tugging you did; his golden laurel wreath was now pushed far back into his hair.

Midas began unbuttoning his shirt while he tasted your lips. Albeit not being able to take a peek, you pressed your firm palms against his warm chest. You still wanted to see, even though you’ve traced your finger on each tattoo every night and questioned him about it; he wouldn’t let you pull away.

When he pressed himself closer, you felt the sensation of his clothed erection brushing upon your still sensitive cunt.

The feeling of overstimulation was peeking up as he grind himself against you. You should be absolutely hating it, but you felt that you needed more. Sure, you sounded greedy, but who could resist a good old fucking from Midas?

“You feel that, right?”

He sounded breathless.

“Yes,” You nodded, whining. Your hips bucked up out of their own accord, in need of more friction from him. He found you getting desperate quite entertaining.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me,”Midas rolled his hips again, pinning you more against the mattress. He groaned, hands now frantically working at unfastening his belt. The soft clinking had lit the familiar feeling of arousal within you once again. The rasp of the zipper of his pants had deemed you speechless.

You wanted it so bad.

Midas pulled himself out of the confines of his pants and his boxers. He spat on his palm, slowly stroking himself with a soft moan as he stared at you. Precum already drooling from his flushed tip, his cock was just the right amount of length and width, standing at about approximately 7 inches.

“Condom?” He asked, beginning to line himself up. You weren’t really looking for kids; you and him took it very seriously. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable before he began. You shook your head quickly. “No, just—I’m on the pill, it’s fine.” You reassured and he nodded with a hum.

He carded his cock through your soaked folds, brushing up against your abused clit. He prodded at your fluttering hole, as he pushed himself in slowly. Midas and you simultaneously moaned.

With how wet you were from your recent orgasm, it wasn’t difficult. Midas relished in how warm and tight you were around him. He gave you a few seconds to adjust before fully bottoming out in you.

“You okay?” His tone was much softer, not wanting to make it too much. “Yes,” You replied. He leaned down to press a light, chaste kiss onto your lips. Midas dragged himself out, only to slam himself into you. A loud cry ripped out of your throat at the feeling of his tip close to kissing your cervix.

With the harsh snap of his hips against yours, you cling onto him, legs loosely wrapped around his hips. Midas cursed under his breath, unable to control himself and roughly fucking you. It didn’t help that you felt so good.

“Have you missed how hard I fuck you?” The absolute filth of his words transferred to the pit of your second orgasm.

You nodded vigorously. “Yes,” You choke out.

Midas wasn’t quiet either. The occasional whines and groans came out involuntarily. He wanted more for you. His thrusts never wavered while he switched. His hand had come down to lift your leg over his shoulder.

You let out a choked moan, tears brimming your waterline at how deeper he reached than before. This angle had made it much easier for his tip to press up to your spot whenever he thrusted deep enough. Midas breathing grew erratic, leaning forward while his hips continued.

“Take it,” He grunted out, and if you weren’t listening carefully you wouldn’t have caught. Your second orgasm was just in the corner as Midas’ words once again, only fueled your desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” He was trying his hardest not to cum at the fact you were so fucking tight around him. He pressed a messy kiss onto your lips, wiping his thumb on your tears you didn’t even know had fallen. “It’s okay,” He whispered so quiet, it was in the sense of his rare vulnerability.

“Midas, I’m gonna cum, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut. Midas’ hand wandered down to rub circles into your clit. Your hand flew down to his wrist to still him. “I can’t—“ You gasped out which made him smile in a way that felt demeaning.

Oh shit. He was about to switch up.

“You’re fucking pathetic,” He panted out, his free hand grabbing your chin enough for the sides of your face to hurt. The pain felt amazing paired with the fact he was relentless. You moaned, although muffled, he found amusing. He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Feels so good, Midas—yes,”

He seemed to have liked that, the bed groaning beneath as he sped himself up.

“Take my fucking cock,”

“Yes, Midas.”

Egotistical motherfucker.

His mouth latched onto yours once more for a short moment. “Shit, you’re so tight.” He grunted out. “Midas, I’m gonna cum.” You whined and he didn’t stop, spurring him to continue.

“Yeah? You’re gonna look so good cumming on my cock.”

Jesus. He couldn’t give the dirty talk a rest, couldn’t he? It was working, much more than you wanted. “Midas,” He leaned in closer, straining your leg up higher. He kissed you again, and it felt all too much.

The heat of your orgasm washed over you, soaked pussy fluttering around his still hard cock. The feeling of you tightening made him pump himself in harder; it felt like a challenge he was willing to take.

This view of Midas was one you never thought you’d see ever again after he’d disappeared. Midas’ hair was slightly damp from sweat, strands of his dark hair framing his face sticking out.

A thin sheen of sweat was covering his whole body. Your eyes wandered down to his hips working to get his own orgasm, watching how his tattoos snake down his right thigh.

His eyes seemed to be unblinking, panting as he focused. His moans spilled out from his slightly agape mouth.

The smell of the room was absolutely just of sex and sweat.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Midas’ pace became spot-on, before he stilled and twitched inside you. He groaned out what seemed to be your name.

He came with a louder groan, almost from the back of his throat. He spilled hot ropes of cum into you, burying himself as deep as he could. You moaned.

The warm feeling of his cum in you had left you stuffed full. You both panted, absolutely exhausted. Midas slowly pulled out of you, lying next to you as he pulled you close with his arm.

You tightened around the loss of him, but practically felt his cum oozing out of you. The sight of it made him feel slightly proud.

He kissed the top of your head.

“I missed you,” He began, a fond smile on his usual stoic face when around other people.

“Missed you too,” You smiled.

[m4g3114n1c]

You have my attention. Don’t waste it.

Midas (Fortnite) x Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW!, explicit, pretty raunchy 🥰, AFAB Reader, Established Relationship, Smut, Aftercare, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Backshots, WHO WANT BACKSH💔TS??, Porn With Plot, slight plot, Creampie, degradation kink, Spanking, Midas is kinda sadistic, Mild BDSM themes, Unsafe Sex, Light Sadism, Dom/sub Undertones, CROSS-POSTED

im back also im writing a smut prequel to all this bs with slight plot into what the reader and Midas’ relationship was, so next thing I write is going to be intern reader x boss/ceo Midas

jus a warning he’s not going to be like he is now and is strictly about sex and no feelings he’s kinda cold guys ��� but leaning more about sub/dom next part

You and Midas knew it felt appropriate to separate yourselves from each other for now. He needed to focus on this, you weren’t really helping him focus. As smart and useful as you were, it was far too difficult for him to have you in the room with him.

An apt Midas was working away on the monitor already on the desk, and trying to keep himself focused with contacting his team properly after being gone for so long.

Every now and then, he’d spare a quick glance to the side where the large window had displayed you outside. You were relaxing with a two piece bikini on, with no motivations to even dip in the water.

He figured you were just sunbathing. His suspicions did grow, however, on what your true intentions were with wearing that because you sat right next to the window where he’d be.

You sat on the sofa instead of the area where the group of beach chairs were, designed for that kind of thing. He considered that, possibly, you liked how more cushioned and comfortable it was.

In spite of all his conjecture, he knew you wanted him to be tempted. Beguiled, he might say to your successful attempts at making him shy his attention away from his work.

Now, you might as well be in the same room as him right now because he absolutely could not keep his eyes off.

After a few failed attempts at working, he blankly stared ahead. His eye caught the bed, which was now tidy and made, prior to the events yesterday. Well shit. The peaceful and clean bed only made him think about you pleading for more under you the other day. That didn’t help with progressing more in his work.

Midas glanced outside again, to which you had now placed your sunglasses on. You leaned over as you were sat up on the sofa, thoroughly spreading what seemed to be sunscreen. He felt like he was eyeing his prize if he got to finish his work.

Sitting outside, you could feel just how Midas’ gaze was locked in on you while still separated from the thick glass; his stare making the glass separating you both deemed useless.

He looked pissed in a way, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth tightly pressed in a tight line; the thought of him pissed at you turned you on a bit.

It was amusing seeing somebody who is usually locked in on his work a lot of the time get distracted by something tiny like his girlfriend wearing a bikini.

While you smeared sunscreen on yourself, your legs, your arms, the sun immediately caught against it which in turn made Midas look at you like pure gold, his most prized treasure.

You placed the sunscreen back on the table, picking up your book and reading where you left off. The sound of the waves helped you settle yourself into a calmer environment, than if you were inside it’d feel way too quiet.

Birds flew past obnoxiously just as you thought that. You grumbled, trying to get back to your book, to which you were literally gripping at.

Soon your relaxing environment was now beginning to piss you off, the waves sounded repetitive and was driving you crazy, the sun felt too hot right now and the wind wasn’t even blowing in the right direction.

You sounded so bitchy and whiny, getting tired of everything outside, but you had the right to, you’ve been out here for at least two hours.

Wait.

You halted in your tracks when you began to pack up your book, your sunscreen, your phone, and your water bottle.

He would probably think you were trying to distract him from his work if you came back inside. Even if not in the same room as him, just knowing that you were in the interior of the yacht might’ve tempted him.

Another side of you wanted to go, because who cares? The other side told you to sit your ass down and deal with more of it until he was done his work.

The Gods answered your prayer, because as soon as when you packed up, Midas seemed to be finished. He looked like it. His body language was more open, body more relaxed, and he wasn’t staring at the monitor anymore.

He was absentmindedly pushing the chair around slightly. You shrugged to yourself, thinking this was the best time.

When you got inside of the room, placing your things at your designated table, Midas was staring at you. Although he didn’t want to overdo it at the point you felt uncomfortable.

“You finished?” You asked warily, not to piss him off. Midas caught on that quickly, raising an eyebrow that was one of confusion but he nodded. “Yes, sent the alerts out, might take them a while to find us though.” He leaned back in his chair, quite relaxed that he was finished.

You took the chance to go behind his chair, hands working at his tense muscles connecting his neck and his shoulder. You remember when you first pointed out how tense his shoulders were.

It still felt like yesterday when Midas still saw you as his intern, whom he didn’t trust much. He thought you were way too happy go-lucky to be a real person, nobody is sunshine and rainbows.

The fact is, he needed somebody like you in his life to balance out just how shitty he is. You knew you were working for a villain, yet you were still sitting around in his building, supporting him as if he were the best man alive.

Without your outgoing personality, he probably wouldn’t have managed to approach you in the first place and ask you out for dinner that cost way more than your pay check.

Your attitude was beginning to rub off on him.

Your thumbs pressed harshly, but it was working. Midas sighed out of relief, needing you to come do this for so long.

“Is this alright?”

His breath hitched, the immediate moment your mouth was near his ear. The feeling of you so close was alluring him.

“That’s—yes, it’s alright.” He said under his breath in a tone that hinted that he was ready for what you were about to do next.

Heat bloomed on his face, blood rising up to cover his cheeks in chagrin. Still massaging him, you experimentally pressed your lips on his neck. He kept himself composed, not daring to make a sound.

He didn’t protest to stop so you continued, sucking hard, completely stopping the massage. Midas groaned under his breath, cursing.

Before he could even process it, you were now straddling his lap. In all of your bathing suit glory, he could already feel himself getting hard. He could tell you were impatient, just by how you clung to him.

You cupped his face, eyes closing as you kiss him slowly. The long drag of the kiss was passionate. Midas hand came down to squeeze your ass, pulling you flush against him.

Just by doing that, the immediate feeling of his cock growing harder, trapped in his slacks had you moan during the kiss. He smelt like aftershave, and his body-wash that you had no idea what the brand was but knew it was expensive.

The kiss then turned more eager, before you knew it, Midas’ tongue was already exploring your mouth, pressing itself against the roof of your tongue or sucking your tongue.

He had a bad habit of always kissing so rough. You felt him nip hard enough to break the thin barrier of skin of your lip. He pulled away, eyes wandering brazenly onto your kiss-bruised lips. He definitely had some sadistic tendencies. Midas chased your lips once more, making you moan when he pushed back against your tongue.

You rubbed yourself against him, the only thing separating you and him were your bikinis and his stupid fucking slacks. You wanted to rip off his clothes and you were so sure, he wanted to do the same.

Midas pulled away, eyes were low-lidded, stare intense and it felt like he was stripping you with just his eyes.

“I wanna fuck you so hard right now,”

“What’s stopping you?”

That set him off. The moment you said that, it was over. You stood up from your position, only for Midas to turn you around, roughly bending you over the table.

You wish nobody was cruising around in the ocean today. There was no space where there was a solid wall was obscuring the view, the room was just all full body windows. The thrill of being so out in the open did make you grow even more embarrassingly wet.

“Remember when I fucked you the first time like this in my office?” He basked in the view of you bent over, and so easy to access. You remembered just how rough he was with your intern-self. Your relationship back then was complicated, and he didn’t even know if he wanted a relationship with you.

It was a strict sexual relationship, if that made sense, which then slowly eased into an actual relationship. Which then included all of the feelings, and all the softness of his heart that you found so hard to believe actually existed to come to light.

“Yes, I remember,” You fared to say, voice shaky. Midas pressed his clothed erection against your half bare ass.

His fingers he then placed in front of your mouth. The sun glinted on his golden hands, he brought his fingers closer.

“Suck.” He pressed himself firmer, leaning forward to say in your ear. The fullness of his voice slightly startled you but you obeyed his commands. You came forward to take his fingers into your mouth yet he still coaxed you to practically push them farther.

You hummed, withdrawing his fingers before pulling them back in again, tongue dragging across the underside and the pads of his fingers. The hot wet feeling of your saliva covering his fingers had him breathing more intense than usual.

“Just like that,”

Midas breathed out, rolling his hips against your ass again as if imagining he was fucking you already. The way he was getting impatient made you moan around his fingers.

He withdrew them, pushing the fabric of your bikini, slowly, he stretched you out with one finger. Then his second finger, pumping them in and out with a steady pace. Midas’ eyes were glued at how wet you were and how you tightened at every movement of his fingers.

You began whining, not being able to do anything with your hands due to the fact Midas left hand was pinning them behind your back.

“You’re so wet, and we haven’t even done anything,” He laughed softly, not out of complaint but out of shock. The shock of pleasure made you jolt, as he curled his fingers in your cunt, the tip of his fingers pressing against your spot.

He continued, the squelching of your pussy had him quickly unbuckling his belt with the hand he was pinning your wrists behind your back with. At such an awkward angle, you turned around to meet his eyes for a split second. He was still fully clothed and you were in half a bikini.

The soft clinking of metal made you moan even more desperately, wanting him to hurry up and fucking put it in already. He pulled his fingers out, sucking and licking his fingers clean of your arousal.

“Let’s see if you feel just as good as you taste, yeah?” His voice was dripping with a tantalizing and warm tone.

The sound of Midas spitting on his palm and stroking his cock filled the room.

“Hands on the desk,”

You followed, resting your palms against the edge of the desk.

“Fucking take that off,” He shortly huffed, but not having the heart to not help you. He tugged down your bottom piece of your bikini, throwing it and leaving it on the floor.

He prodded his tip at your soaked pussy, before purposefully missing to part your labia; his slick length just brushing up against your clit to give a small amount of friction. You whined.

“Sorry, baby,” He laughed softly, even though he definitely did that on purpose.

That was definitely a first. He’s never called you baby. Never in the relationship he’s ever called you nicknames, especially something as simple as that. Only you’ve called him nicknames, not him. It made you feel special, because shit, who the hell is just casually getting called baby by Midas? Nobody. Ever.

Maybe he called his past wife that.

You didn’t really care when he was so close to being inches deep in you.

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, alright?”

He didn’t even have to slowly go in when your cunt was soaked. You gasped out his name when, hearing him groan behind you. He bottomed himself out, balls deep with just one movement. Whenever he prepared you with his fingers, it never really prepared you due to the fucking size of him.

“You’re so tight,” He sighed sharply, not stopping to wait anymore.

He pulled himself out until he was fully out of you, before slamming back in. His momentum continued, settling on a neutral pace, keeping you on a level to not immediately cum. With every drag of his cock, a moan pushed itself out of you both.

“Come on,” Midas rasped out.

“Tell me, has anybody fucked you as hard as I do?”

You sometimes forgot how conceited he was about that. You remembered the first time you walked through his building and spotted his statue of himself made out of gold. You thought, wow, he must really love himself.

Well, you know you got your assumptions right.

He had every right to be that goddamn egocentric, he was hot, smart as hell and also knew how to fight. He got out of the underworld for Christ’s sake, of course his ego would be inflated.

You found it extremely attractive that he found himself this capable during sex, because he was right. Nobody has ever done it like he does.

A sharp pain on your rear end had made you instinctively whine.

Did he just slap your ass?

Your assumptions about him being sadistic were now proven to be true. His hand that slapped your ass was still on it, rubbing the swollen skin to alleviate some of the pain. His gentleness paired with his perverted dispositions had you feeling confused. You liked it.

“Are you having trouble hearing?” He kept his strokes to a steadying momentum as if to try and teach you a lesson.

His hand made sharp contact with the same spot again. You leaned more forward on the desk, elbows resting on the actual desk.

“I’m sorry—I, nobody has. Only you, Midas.”You were practically drooling, getting fucked out of your mind like this by your own boss was something you thought you’d never get to do. It was still something else working under him while being your boyfriend.

If there was a photo for the word, “cock drunk,” you’d be on the front page.

“I better be,” Midas found that answer particularly pleasing so his strokes picked up its pace. “Yes, don’t stop—please,” You gasped out, the sounds of skin smacking against skin filling the room.

Midas’ hand gripped on your waist, hard enough to bruise, guiding you with his pace. His free hand managed to snake its way to your clit, his large fingers pressing and rubbing circles against it. The pain but also pleasure tore another moan out of you.

The extra stimulation had you feeling like your legs were about to collapse beneath you. His pace picked itself up even further, his cock unforgiving and ruthless. Your breaths were now staccatos, short and cut off with every thrust of his hips.

“I’m close, Midas—God, I need it.”

“Fuck, yeah. You need to cum? Say it.” He sternly spat out in between breaths.

“I need to cum, please Midas. Let me—“ He smacked your ass one last time, and the feeling had you on the brink of cumming.

“I’m gonna fill you up and you’re gonna take it, alright?” He leaned forward to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, his voice hardly audible. “Yes, I’ll take it. Please. Just let me cum.”

His finger kept rubbing against your clit, yet he came first. He filled you with his hot cum to the hilt, groaning as he continued to give you your orgasm. “Shit,” He hissed, feeling you come and follow shortly with mewl. You tightened around his still semi-hard cock, and he had to pull himself out with ease.

You almost felt the weight of your legs take you down to the floor but Midas’ strong arm caught you, leading you to the bed and gently lying you down face up. Your chest heaved heavily, forehead damp with sweat, feeling the cool air hit your skin. Midas’ hair was slicked back awkwardly because of the sweat as well.

“Are you alright?” He worried, eyebrows knitted as his eyes wandered to your hips which were bruised.

“Were you trying to kill me?”

He breathed out a short laugh.

He said your name with a sigh. “That was one round,” His tone seemed to be about how he does go harder when it’s more than one round. He does, you know, you haven’t forgotten when you went specifically four rounds non-stop and you got sick the day after. He felt bad that morning.

You laughed at the ticklish feeling, feeling his nose nuzzling into your neck. “Okay, yeah, yeah,” You said with a smile and he pulled away.

His libido works differently and oddly enough, he never seems to get tired.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes playfully, standing up and giving him a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Where are you going?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at your sudden departure.

“The washroom, I need to pee your cum out, idiot,” You said, now farther away, but he still could hear.

“You want me to get a UTI?” You scoffed, shutting the bathroom door with a click.

“Of course not,” Midas laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck.