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cimmanonrowl · 9 months ago

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Eat Your Young pt.1

Part Two | Masterlist

It was a blessing when you were offered a job to look after a kid named Jack. He is a good one– smart, funny, a little cheeky but obeys you nonetheless. His father was all the same— Mr. Hotchner. He pays really well and on time, and made sure that after his arrival from Pakistan, you finally learn to accept your hidden desires.

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Theme: smut heaven

Contents: age gap, oral fixation, oral (f) receiving, cum play, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, unprotected, rough sex, dom!aaron, daddy kink, powerplay: boss/employee dynamic, pussy-eater bearded aaron.

You were supposed to find Jack in ten minutes.

Ten minutes maximum, you told yourself. That is the only reason why you confidently agreed to play hide and seek with that hyperactive, sugar-high of a child. Just ten minutes.

Now you couldn’t breathe in panic.

“Jack!” your trembling voice echoed down the hallway as you peered through rooms you had ransacked just three minutes ago. “Jack, please. Where are you, honey?”

Nothing.

The heavy sound of your frantic steps pierced the silence as you bolted downstairs, feeling even more lightheaded as the gnawing anxiety grew harshly and clawed at your insides. The silence reverberating through every corner of the house felt extremely taunting. Yet, with the rush of worry you feel for the kid, you couldn’t bring yourself to think of anything else.

Your chest hurts, your mind racing with every horrid scenario, each thud echoing in your ears as you rush to the kitchen. Shortly after you were hired and joined their little family, Jessica told you everything she felt you needed to be aware of. And you knew what Jack had to go through as a kid. He and his father had gone through terrible things you weren’t even sure it was possible to handle.

Warm tears now flooded your eyes as you desperately scanned every nook and cranny— he was not under the table, not inside the empty kitchen cabinet, nor behind the dining room curtains.

“Jack Hotchner!” you tried keeping the tremor out of your voice, making yourself sound assertive and annoyed as an attempt to scare him, yet your panic still found a way to lace at each word. “This isn’t funny anymore, Jack! I’m telling your dad!”

You darted to the living room, ripping aside the couch cushions and peeking behind and under every piece of furniture. Now your breath comes in shallow gasps. With each movement, the very memory of his mischievous giggle haunted you, ringing inside your brain.

When you realized the kid wasn’t there, you sprinted again upstairs, taking two steps at a time. Your mind continuously raced with possibilities. Did he sneak out? Is he hiding in the attic? The basement? Jesus Christ, did you even lock the front door?

You throw open the closet in the hallway, pushing aside winter coats and a pile of boxes. “Jack! I’m serious! Come out!”

Desperation edged even closer.

The bathroom door swung open with a creak as you pushed through the room. But to your horror, it was all empty, too.

You staggered back to his bedroom with quick steps. Your very last hope. You flung open the toy chest, rummaging through the chaos of plastic dinosaurs, action figures, and Lego blocks. Still nothing. It didn’t even cross your mind that a kid as old as Jack wouldn’t fit in a small wooden toy box; your mind was too frantic to think logically.

“Jack! Where are you?” you dropped to your knees, peering under his bed, your vision blurring with unshed tears. “Please, Jack, come out!”

You stood by the window and started biting on your nails— a habit you developed when you’re too anxious to function. You clutched your phone tightly as you hugged yourself, fingers trembling, contemplating to finally dial for help. From the window you observed that the garden looked empty as always, the back shed had always been locked, and you couldn’t see anyone behind the bushes— Jack was nowhere to be found.

The dread is almost paralyzing, a heavy weight pressing firmly on your chest.

And just as you made up your mind to go outside and check properly, your phone vibrated on your hand. Blood drained on your face as you glanced at the screen and read the familiar name on the caller’s I.D.

Mr. Hotchner.

Jack’s father. Your employer— who also happens to be a big shot FBI agent. If he learned that you lost his son in a hide-and-seek game, no matter how warmhearted, accommodating, and considerate that man is of your needs and well-being, you get this nagging feeling that you might end up floating on a river somewhere with no leads of any kind or prime suspect to consider.

You rubbed your eyes as you accepted the call, your doom at the same time. “H-hello?”

“Hey,” Aaron’s voice crackles through the line, distant yet filled with warmth. “Just wanted to check in. How’s Jack doing?”

Your throat tightened as you listened.

“Mr. Hotchner…”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Hotchner…” your fingers gripped the phone tightly as you let out a strangled sob. “I... I can’t find Jack. We– we were playing hide and seek, and now he’s gone. I’ve looked everywhere,” warm tears flowed down your cheeks as you continued, your voice trembling. “I’m sorry. I’ve been l-looking… I swear. I’m really sorry.”

There’s a moment of silence on the other end, and you can almost hear Aaron’s heartbeat sync with your frantic pulse. You braced for the incoming screams, expecting him to ridicule your incompetence. After all, you’ve always thought of Mr. Hotchner as someone who never hesitates to pinpoint someone’s inefficiency. Maybe today you’ll have enough luck to prove your theory.

But in a calm voice, Aaron Hotchner said softly instead, “Alright, I need you to stay calm for me, sweetheart. Are you sure you checked everywhere?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you sniffed quietly in relief, rubbing your nose and the tears streaming down your face. “Everywhere. The cabinets, the cupboards, h-his toy box…”

A brief silence fell with that, and you bit your lip in embarrassment. “His toy box? You don’t suppose he’s gonna fit in there, do you?” Aaron sounded like he was trying not to laugh. What a silly, little girl.

“T-that’s not the point, sir!”

“Did you check the front door? Is the back door locked?”

“Yes. I always make sure to lock it.”

“Have you checked my office then?”

“N-no…” you drawled in confusion, frowning as you went back to biting the edge of your nail. “Should I?”

What kind of question is that? Why would you even go there? That’s the only room in his house that you don’t welcome yourself. Mr. Hotchner may have never told you so but you’re fully aware of all the confidential documents he’s storing inside. You can’t afford to be thrown in jail for obstructing a case because you have mistaken a case file as trash and thrown it out.

“It’s worth a look. Jack likes playing in there when I’m working,” Aaron’s tone suddenly shifted, his voice turning quiet as he started with his order. “There’s a wooden crate beside my desk, check that first.”

You hesitated. “But, I don—”

“Just check, sweetheart, please,” Aaron interrupted, gently but firmly as always. “I trust you.”

The sincerity in his words cut through your anxiety. Aaron trusts you. So you took a deep breath and nodded to yourself before stepping out of his son’s room.

“Jack, you really scared her. You know you’re supposed to come out when you’re called, right?” Aaron’s firm voice filled the kitchen moments later.

Jack glanced at you as if feigning confusion. As you know him well, he was obviously thrilled with the chaos he caused. You sat beside him at the kitchen table, eyeing the little devil while you prepare your own food, listening to his father’s reprimand. Jack’s legs swung back and forth under the table, excitedly munching on a sandwich wrap you made for his lunch.

“I was just hiding, Dad. It’s hide and seek, that’s what I’m supposed to do.” Jack’s small brows furrowed like his father’s as he looked down at his plate.

“Yes, I know, buddy,” A soft sigh rang audible through the line. “But it’s just a game, you can’t hide so well that no one can find you. It’s important to keep everyone safe, especially when I’m not there.”

Jack’s lower lip jutted out even further. “But that’s the point of the game, Dad. Players need to hide well.”

“Yes, buddy, but what I’m saying is…” Aaron sighed again, struggling to weave a perfect explanation for his son. “Everything fun should be done in moderation. You scared her, and me, because we thought something bad happened to you.”

“I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Thank you, buddy, but I don’t think I’m the one you should be apologizing to. You made her worry.”

“I...” Jack stopped chewing, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to win.”

The scolding seemed to have hit its mark, and you reached over, ruffling the little guy’s hair. “It’s okay, honey. Just don’t hide so well next time, alright?”

Jack stared at you and nodded solemnly, but then his pout deepened. “Dad grew his beard. I don’t like it.”

You suppressed a smile, glancing at the phone where you could see Aaron’s face on the screen. Despite the grainy connection, you can see the dark shadow of a beard on his jawline.

Aaron chuckled at what he heard, the sound of his deep voice humorous. “I had to, buddy. It’s hard to shave here every day.”

Jack shrugged as he took a big bite of his food. “You look like a bear.”

“What?!” Aaron said incredulously.

“You should shave, Dad. We’re gonna look like Masha and the Bear when you come home.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh, shaking your head.

Only if you were asked, you’d say how the full beard really absolutely suited Aaron. Now he looked rugged— a stark contrast to his usually neat and well-kept appearance. Regardless, he seemed to look even more handsome and manly. And God, he looks so fucking hot he should be put behind the bar.

But well, it’s a good thing no one bothered asking your opinion; how are you supposed to answer in front of a kid, anyway?

You’ve always admired this man, that’s for sure. He and his neatly ironed suits, clean-cut hair, and authoritative nature had always been an incredible sight to look at— but this new look?

This.

This makes you think of lewd things in broad daylight.

“Well, buddy your best friend doesn’t seem to mind it,” Aaron caught your eye through the screen, a small smile playing on his lips.

Crimson red dusted on your cheeks with the teasing, but you managed to smile back. “Uhuh, it’s not so bad, Jack. Maybe you’ll get used to it.”

Jack scrunched his nose but didn’t argue any further. Instead, he picked up his sandwich again and took a big bite. You shook your head in amusement, holding Aaron’s gaze on the screen briefly before you had to look away because...

That damn fucking beard.

“Alright, I also have to grab some dinner now,” Aaron said after a few beats of silence. “Jack, be good for her, okay? She might run away if you continue scaring her. We don’t want that, do we?”

Jack nodded, still chewing. “Okay, Dad. No more.”

“I love you, buddy.”

“I love you, too, Dad.”

“And you,” Aaron’s voice softened even more as he addressed you, a soft crinkle present in his eyes. “Thank you. For everything.”

You could only nod, and smile, and look away as your heart pounded against your chest. “No worries. Keep safe, Mr. Hotchner.”

He gave you one last look, his eyes filled with warmth and something you couldn’t decipher, before the call disconnected. With a sigh, you looked back at Jack, who was already reaching for a second sandwich wrap, mumbling about how his father would soon end up like Hagrid.

The soft click echoed in the quiet house as you closed the door behind you. You slipped off your high heels, groaning and wincing in pain, before dropping your keys into the bowl on the console table. The house feels emptier than usual, with Jack spending the night at his Aunt Jessica’s. It was a setup that she and Aaron agreed on before; to let Jack stay overnight every Friday and go home by the afternoon the next day.

As you make your way down the hallway, it doesn’t escape your notice that the kitchen lights are open. You weren’t expecting anyone to be home, not at this late hour anyway, and the sight stopped you in your tracks. Burglar was your first thought.

So naturally, you took several tentative steps closer, peeking around the corner.

Surprise flickered across Aaron’s features as he noticed you, quickly masking it with a strained smile. He was standing by the kitchen island, a half-finished bottle of brandy open.

“Hey,” he greeted, his voice rougher than how you remembered months ago, “I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

“I should say the same to you.”

You had no idea he’s coming home today. His travel-worn face was illuminated by the warm kitchen light; a glass of amber liquid swirls in the rock glass in his hand. While his eyes were shadowed with something unreadable, never leaving yours.

You manage a small smile in return, though it feels heavy. “But yeah, the date ended earlier than expected.”

Not just the date but your entire evening hadn’t gone as planned, and you can still feel the weight of disappointment tugging at your shoulders.

Aaron nodded but didn’t say anything about it.

Silence settled between the two of you. His eyes flickered to the drink in his hand, while he took a slow sip, as if buying time. You didn’t dare glance away as you stepped further into the kitchen, leaning against the counter in front of him.

“I didn’t know you’d be home today. How was your trip?” you asked, genuinely curious but also eager to fill the void.

He shrugged, setting the glass down with a soft clink. “Busy. Tiring. The usual.” His gaze returned to you, lingering a moment too long. “You okay?”

The concern in his voice was unmistakable. You nodded, but the gesture also felt hollow. “Yeah, just... you know, one of those nights.”

Aaron’s jaw tightened slightly, and he looked away, staring into his glass. “Want to talk about it?”

You hesitated, not sure if you’re ready to unpack the disappointment just yet, and also considering the fact that he must be tired from his flight. But there’s something in Aaron’s presence that you always found comforting, you just had to go on.

“Maybe later,” you said softly, wandering your eyes around until it landed on the wine shelf. “Can I join you?”

He nodded without hesitation, watching you in silence as you grab a bottle of wine from the rack. Aaron’s eyes met yours again as you settled back, and for a moment, something flickered in their depths— something that makes your heart skip a beat.

Aaron’s eyes were focused on you as you set the bottle on the counter and reach for the corkscrew. The maroon silk of your dress catches the light; it was a simple one, nothing too flashy nor revealing. Just enough to accentuate your figure and compliment your skin well. You don’t understand why heat licked your neck as you became aware of Aaron’s eyes lingering on you.

With a soft pop, the cork comes free, and you pour yourself a generous amount. You took your own seat on the barstool. And with your slow movements, the maroon dress clings to your form, highlighting your curves in a way that makes Aaron’s breath catch.

He tried to look away, but his apprehensive eyes kept returning to you.

“There’s a practice game this Sunday. Jack will be happy to know you’ll be watching,” you cleared your throat, eyes focused on the alcohol swirling around the clear glass.

Aaron took a slow sip of his drink, trying to collect his thoughts, but his gaze kept drifting back to you. The dress, with its silky sheen and soft drape, made you look not just elegant but breathtakingly sexy- a fact that Aaron is finding increasingly hard to ignore.

“Yeah, I’m planning to surprise him tomorrow. Maybe we can pick him up early from Jess? Then we can grab a lunch outside.”

You gave him a smile. “Sure, sounds nice.”

As you settled deeper into the conversation, your attention narrowed down to Aaron. He’s leaning against the marble counter, the soft kitchen light casting a warm glow on him. His beard was slightly thicker than you remember, giving him an almost roguish look that you couldn’t help but find incredibly attractive. And hot.

He’s so hot.

He was clad in one of his work shirts, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing strong forearms. The shirt fits him well, emphasizing his broad shoulders and the hint of muscle underneath. Even the veins running through the surface of his arm were visible.

The sight makes your heart flutter, and you found yourself admiring the way he looked tonight, with a brandy glass cradled in his big, calloused hand. You wonder how it would feel to have those strong hands grip you tightly, his fingers playing with your pussy, his lips on your neck.

“So,” Aaron’s voice snapped you out of your reverie, “how was the date?”

You took a sip of your drink, the question making your chest tighten again, but you answered lightly. “It was... okay, I guess? Not what I anticipated, though.”

His eyes are on your face, but they keep flickering to your dress, tracing the line of your collarbone, the soft curve of your shoulder. “What happened?”

“He was nice and all… but I don’t know…” Aaron nodded as you struggled recalling the events of evening, and you can tell he wants more details. “It’s just awkward, as always.”

“Did you go anywhere special?”

“We went to that new Italian place downtown. Dave said the food was great so I wanted to try…” you swirl the wine in your glass, watching the dark liquid catch the light. The movement makes the dress shimmer, and Aaron’s gaze follows the motion, almost mesmerized. “I just thought it’d be better, you know? It’s our third date, anyway.”

Aaron’s gaze softened, and he took a sip of his drink. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Thanks. Well, that’s what happens, I guess,” You smiled, feeling a bit more at ease.

“Yeah,” his eyes traveled from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes. “But it doesn’t make it any easier.”

You both fall into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. Aaron’s eyes lingered on you before finally, he spoke again, his tone light but his curiosity evident.

“Did he at least appreciate the dress? You look... incredible tonight.”

A blush warmed your cheeks, making you giggle to yourself. “He did compliment it, but I don’t think he noticed much beyond that.”

“He’s an idiot then,” Aaron said quickly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. Then he looked down, a hint of embarrassment coloring his features. “I mean, it’s a beautiful dress, and it suits you really well.”

The compliment made your smile grow wider.

“You’re looking pretty good yourself,” your cheeks heat up as quickly as you realize what you’ve just said, but you don’t think you have to take it back. “Pakistan’s that rough?”

“You could say that,” Aaron’s eyes flickered with surprise and a touch of pleasure. He straightened slightly, a small, almost bashful yet equally beautiful smile playing on his lips. “I’m pretty sure Jack will volunteer to shave this beard off.”

“But it suits you…” you murmured mostly to yourself, your eyes tracing the line of his jaw and the way the beard added a certain depth to his features. “He’s just teasing you.”

Aaron chuckled, running a hand through his hair, a gesture that draws your attention to the subtle flex of his muscle. “Yeah? I wasn’t sure if it was too much.”

“No, it’s perfect,” you replied, your voice softening. “Makes you look... distinguished.”

He took a slow sip of his brandy, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze makes your pulse quicken, and you find yourself caught in the moment, drowning in his presence and the wetness slowly pooling in between your thighs.

“So you like it?”

Oh, you love it. “Yes.”

Aaron stepped a little closer, settling beside you as you glanced up at him from your seat. The scent of his perfume, mixed with the subtle hint of brandy, filled your senses. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Tell me about your date,” he said, his tone teasing, but there was an edge of something more in his eyes.

“There’s not much to tell,” you said with a laugh, your voice catching slightly. “It was just... dull and boring.”

“Dull? How so?”

“Just…” you bit your lip lightly, shaking your head as you smiled up at him. “You know.”

“I can’t say I know, doll. Use your words.”

Your heart raced but you didn’t look away. Instead, you stared back at him with the same intensity, blinking through your eyelashes almost innocently. “He… he doesn’t make me feel like you do.”

A beat.

Your heart drummed wildly against your ears.

And Aaron’s eyes darkened with the invitation.

“And how do I make you feel, angel?” he whispered softly.

“Like you actually want me.”

“Which I fucking do,” he leaned in, his breath slowly mingling with yours. “More than you know.”

Aaron’s hand moved to your waist, his touch light but possessive. Your heart pounded wildly as you stared into his eyes.

“Show me then,” you whispered back, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” you breathed, your lips just a hair’s breadth away from his.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tantalizingly slow and deliberately teasing way.

“Aaron...” you whined, your voice heavy with need. “Please...”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t k-know…”

His grip tightened on your hips, his voice rough and demanding. “I think you’re lying, pretty girl.”

“Aaron...”

“I said,” he asked again, gruffly this time. “What do you want?”

“Want your m-mouth on me, Aaron, please...”

A quick swipe of his tongue wetted his lower lip, and a satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Good girl.”

His hand tightened on your waist, drawing you even closer. And all you knew from that second is the feeling of his hot breath against your skin.

“Aaron-” a low growl rumbled from his chest as your fingers tangled through his hair, pushing him even closer to your dripping cunt. “Tha- God, that feels good…”

Aaron hummed lightly, running the calloused pad of his palm on the soft surface of your thighs, feeling the bumps rising on your skin along with your pleasure. He darted his eyes to your face with his mouth still on your cunt, his lips nibbling your clit, watching you breathe heavily while containing the whine caught right in your throat.

When you propped onto your elbow and met his gaze, you could barely register the drunk look on his eyes.

“I’m c-close…” you whispered, pleadingly so. “Aaron… please…”

You didn’t have to say anything else. The contrast between the softness of his lips and the coarseness of his beard creates a heady, intoxicating burn. The rough graze of his beard against your inner thigh sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back, forcing yourself closer to his mouth, to his touch; even closer to his heat.

You have never been treated this way– never had a partner who takes pleasure in pleasuring you. The warmth of Aaron’s breath fanned through your clit as he licked and prod his tongue on your entrance, feeling the burning scrape of his stubble with every movement. It’s both gentle and painful, enough to make your skin tingle and your heart race; chasing the heightening pleasure and your incoming orgasm.

“So good, doll…” he whispered roughly, encouragingly, his attention focused only at you. “Fuck, it’s so hot.”

He leaned away only for a moment, straightening his back as he quickly unbuttoned his shirt. In the blink of an eye, the sight of his muscular chest and soft stomach salivated you. You’ve known he’s hairy, but now that you saw the dark trail of hair on his abdomen down to his…

Aaron looked smug.

“Dirty girl, like what you’re seeing?”

You hummed hoarsely. “Want you, please. D-daddy?”

Aaron groaned at your words. And you noticed how his palm flew to the obvious bulge on his pants, squeezing his aching cock as if your words hurt him. Or pleased him, you don’t know. All you registered was the faint satisfaction in his smile and the glint of hunger in his piercing eyes.

He ran his palm on your thighs lovingly. “Cum on Daddy’s mouth first. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Although he posed that as a question, you knew it was an order. And who are you to defy him when he generously licked through your folds and sucked on your clit like a starved man? He’s not devouring you like relinquishing his final meal; instead, like you are the very first meal he ever tasted and cannot get enough of. He eats you like someone will take you away from him. But even if they do, he wants to make sure it’s his mouth and big cock you’ll crawl back to.

The world seemed so far away as you let yourself drown in the pleasure, all while Aaron occasionally fucks his tongue in and out of your needy cunt.

“Close, angel?” he asked before spitting on your pussy and swirling his tongue on your clit. “You taste like heaven, baby.”

You nodded dumbly.

“You’ve no idea how many nights I fucked my fist to this thought.”

Your release inched closer, roused by his deep groans and heavy breathing. You were not even past the vulgar image of him spitting on your cunt when you felt one of his fingers gently swiping through your wetness, his touch light as a ghost, and you shuddered as you realized what will come next.

You gasped and moaned, and grabbed a fistful of his hair on both of your hands. “Need you n-now, please… enough…”

“Just one, angel. Just give me one on my tongue,” he demanded, his eyes dark with need. “You can do that for Daddy, right baby? I’ll fuck you good later, I promise.”

You clenched around his finger as he slowly slid into you, then out, slowly gaining rhythm and speed that reflected your racing heart. He thrust in and out, and in and out, until he decided you could take another finger, then another one. You’ve never felt so full, but good God if you say you didn’t fantasize about getting fingerfucked by your boss, you’d be sent to hell for lying.

He nibbled. He sucked. He licked. His fingers never once stopped assaulting your wet, squelching cunt. With every drag of his fingers and swipe of his tongue, you could hear a deep growl rumbling through his chest. And his eyes watched you, taking in the way you writhe in pleasure, the way your thighs tremble, and how your eyes welled in tears.

“Please… p-please…” you whimpered pathetically, your fingers tightening on his hair. “C-close, ‘m so close… daddy…”

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Come on, be a good girl.”

“D-daddy!” you screamed loudly when his teeth grazed your now sensitive clit.

“Fucking cum for me. Make me proud, angel.”

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head as your orgasm ripped through you. His words grew distant as it happened, showering you still with lewd praises: how good you taste, how warm and tight your cunt would be, and how he expects you to take his big cock.

“S-stop… A-” you trashed away from his grip. “Too m-much. D-daddy, no! Stop! S-stop! Too much!”

His fingers continued abusing the sensitive nerves deep inside you, groaning loudly as your walls tightened around him. “A little more, sweet girl. One more for Daddy…”

“N-no–” Tears slid down your cheeks in overstimulation, feeling the rough drag of his fingers inside your tight cunt and his lips on your clit. “Oh, g-god! I’m close again… D-daddy! Don’t s-stop, p-please!”

“Good girl, angel. Look at you... that’s it, baby.”

He trailed wet kisses along your skin as he moved upward, kneading your tits, lingering a bit longer on your hardened nipples. You haven’t gone down from your last orgasm when you already felt the tip of his cock prodding at your pulsating cunt.

You whimpered weakly, not fully aware of your surrounding anymore.

“Hey, hey…” you heard Aaron whisper, his voice soft and gentle, caressing your face lovingly as he observed your expression. “Good? Do you want to stop, sweetheart?”

You shook your head. “I will kill you if you stop.”

“Ah,” he let out a hoarse chuckle. “Yes, Ma’am.”

His pace was slow at first, achingly so and deliberate. But it didn’t last long. From laying on your back on the cold, marble kitchen counter, you found yourself bent over on the kitchen table, with Aaron’s girthy cock ramming in and out of your cunt. And all you could do was take it, moaning loudly to Aaron’s satisfaction.

“Fucking hell. Should’ve fucked this pussy long before–” he rambled deeply from behind, pistoling his hips at a brutal pace. “You like this, huh? You like Daddy fucking your tight pussy?”

You bit your thumb as your legs trembled, but you didn’t answer.

And that’s when you felt it.

A harsh slap on your ass.

“Answer me, you fucking slut,” he drawled in between heavy breaths. “Did I fuck you dumb, huh?”

“Y-yes–” you struggled to say, trying to keep your legs steady amidst the intense waves of pleasure. “G-good… so much…”

Aaron barked an amused laugh. “Fuck. You sound so cockdrunk.”

With each thrust, you felt the familiar coil tightening on your stomach. Your words were muffled as you tried to warn him, and all that came out of your lips was a high-pitched whimper.

Aaron’s grip on your hips hardened. “I’m c-close. Where should I cum, angel? Inside? Should I cum inside?”

“C-close…” you echoed mindlessly, not understanding a word he said.

“Do you want me to fuck a baby inside you?”

“Yes… y-yes… inside, Daddy, please....”

Tears streamed down your cheeks when you felt Aaron’s hot cum spill inside you, his thick cock throbbing. You trembled against him as you reached your own climax, your lips drawn to a silent scream as he expertly rubbed your clit through your orgasm.

“One more. Can you give Daddy one more, sweet girl?” you heard him whisper encouragingly.

With a strained moan and eyes shut tight, you finally let out a gush of release. The force was so sudden Aaron had to pull out and watch his own cum drip down your thighs. His eyes widened a fraction as he stared at the pool of wetness glistening on his kitchen floor.

And fucking hell, that felt so good.

Aaron didn’t waste a second and quickly knelt behind you, separating your weak and trembling legs carefully before running his tongue on your spent and dripping cunt. You shivered at the feeling of his beard scratching the back of your thigh but you let him, enjoying the feeling of his tongue following the trail of his own release that drips down your legs.

“Too m-much, Aaron. Please…” you plead softly, sighing as you felt his fingers spread out your pussy.

“Just a taste, angel. Can you push out more of my cum?”

He keened and hummed as he gathered his own release on his tongue. And before you even know it, he was already kissing you, watching his own cum and spit reach your waiting tongue as you innocently glanced up at him, a far-gone look on your face.

“You’re such a sweet girl,” he whispered later on as he gently laid you down on his warm bed, now wrapped in his old, oversized t-shirt and newly bathed.

He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, and cheeks, then nose, before kissing you lovingly on the lips. “Rest now, sweetheart. I’ll take you on a proper date tomorrow.”

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losers-clvb · 4 months ago

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famine // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x best friend!female!reader

summary: you and the winchester boys went to go look into a case on a couple mysteriously eating themselves to death. after discovering this is brought on by one of the four horsemen, famine, coming into town, dean and sam create a plan. the only problem: you've been whimpering at the sound of sam's voice since that morning.

content: basically just porn with small amount of plot, slightly dom!sam (not insanely so, just a few words), praise, reader begs sam to fuck her, fingering, unprotected piv penetration, sex pollen adjacent storyline, dubcon (due to said "sex pollen"), dean and castiel walk in on the pair after they're finished, no use of y/n

word count: 3k

note: this is based on season 5, episode 14 "my bloody valentine". i wrote this all in a day, so unedited, but i watched that episode and the idea just came to me. this was my first time writing smut so be kind if it isn't the best. second part of "mayor's banquet" coming out soon, which also has smut, if you are into that. enjoy!

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It started slowly. At first it was discomfort, one that left you wiggling in your jeans. You felt hot and no amount of air conditioning was helping. You moved in your seat as Dean drove through the small time. The three of you had arrived that morning, opting to eat at the local diner before investigating what was going on. A couple had eaten each other to death the night before which threw up alarm bells for the hunters. You were Sam’s best friend, a relationship that had begun in college. It wasn’t until you had an encounter with a werewolf four months after Sam left that you decided to join the boys on their hunts.

“You gotta take a piss or something?” Dean asked after he had noticed you were moving around in the backseat. You blushed when you met his eyes in the mirror.

“Leave her alone, Dean.” Sam smacked his brother playfully. You were grateful for this, as you always were for Sam. Coincidentally after he spoke, the need to move increased. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed deeply.

You were contemplating asking Dean to pull over when the car stopped. You opened your eyes to find the motel you three would be staying in that night. Dean was already opening the door to the room, but Sam stood in front of your open door with his hand held out, ever the gentleman. You grasped his hand in yours and an actual whimper hummed in your throat. It was like your senses were heightened and Sam was the key to making it all better. Sam looked at you with his head cocked to the side.

“You alright?” He asked as you climbed out of the car. Oh God, his mouth, the way his lips moved when he talked, you wanted them on you, every part of you.

“Yeah.” You whispered, clenching your other hand in a fist. You shouldn’t be thinking of your best friend in that way. At least, not when he was leading you into your shared motel room with his brother. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, late at night, with your hand between your legs. You had walked in on Sam with Jessica once, back in the first few months of college. And God did that image give you something to think about. You mostly thought about how easily Sam could pin you on the bed, kiss and suck his way down your body until he reached your core, right where you needed him most. The idea of him devouring you like a starved animal, hands wrapped around your thighs, tongue-

“God, Cass, I thought you didn’t need to eat!” Dean exclaimed as the angel took another bite of his burger. Somehow you had missed entering the room and Castiel appearing inside. You let go of Sam’s hand and beelined to the bathroom. You shut the door and locked it, but not before hearing Dean gloat about how his earlier question had been correct.

You looked in the mirror and analyzed your blown pupils. You scoffed at yourself, splashing cold water onto your face. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? You had more self control than this. It didn’t make sense. You were fine this morning, yet now you were ready to grind yourself down on the edge of the bathtub.

You must have been in there a while because there was a knock on the door and you heard your name.

“I-I’m okay.” You stuttered out while holding back moans. It was Sam, who never wanted you to be uncomfortable. You bit down on your lip as you slipped a hand in your pants. After a few minutes of dissatisfying touching, you knew you had to stop and go back out into the room. When you opened the door there were three pairs of eyes on you, one playful, one uninterested, and one worried. You cleared your throat and shuffled to the table before taking a seat. Silence, aside from Castiel’s chewing, filled the room. You pulled out your laptop from the bags that had been brought in and began researching. What, you didn’t know, but it beat trying to avoid Sam’s gaze.

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It was official: you were horny for Sam Winchester. It was bad, worse than it had been that afternoon. You all had figured out that one of the four horsemen, Famine, was in town, and he was looking for something to satisfy his hunger. It explained everything. Cass’ insatiable hunger and your insatiable need. Even Sam was going thirsty for some demon blood.

Now, you stood, or more squirmed, in the motel room as the boys created a plan. They were starting to suspect something was wrong with you, they just couldn’t figure it out. Dean was a bit more clued into the fact that you seemed to whimper every time you looked in Sam’s direction. Sam, completely clueless to this, had been trying to get you alone in hopes you would tell him what was wrong.

“We find Famine, take his little ring, and everyone will be back to normal.” Dean said, slapping his hands on his lap. You hugged yourself, chewing absentmindedly at your thumbnail in an attempt to stop the desire from coming out of you.

“Dean-” Sam’s voice made you melt and a small moan escaped your lips. The brothers looked at you before turning back to the conversation.

“-I can’t go. The demons-”

“I get it.” Dean interrupted Sam. He knew he couldn’t expect Sam to risk something like this. He had it handled. He had Castiel to help. He would’ve had you also, but he could tell you were ready to pounce on Sam. Your resolve was breaking. There wasn’t much more you could do. You decided - you were going to ask Sam to help you get over this.

“Sam,” You breathed out as you walked to him. Your legs were wobbly. You watched Sam shoot up from his seat, but before you could get to him Dean was grabbing both of your wrists. You whined, trying to pull away. You needed Sam, needed his body, his c-

“No.” Dean spoke sternly, pulling you to the door. He had to get you another room and lock you in. It was for your own good.

“Wait, let her g-” Sam tried to walk to you but Castiel, even in his hungry state, stepped in front of him. You yanked against Dean but he was stronger than you.

“Not right now, man.” Dean spoke as he dragged you out.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Sam was desperate. He needed to know why he couldn’t be around you.

“I think you know.” Castiel said before turning his attention back to his food. Sam shook his head and tried to think. Realization came across his face as he put it all together.

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An hour had passed since Dean left you. He had locked you in the bathroom of a room as far from the original room that they had available. You had somehow gotten worse. You were bucking from the ground, trying to find something to alleviate the pain. It was horrible. You knew Sam was close. You could feel it. You needed him. The door was locked from the outside, but you were pulling on the handle, trying to get it open.

“Please,” You whined out. You banged on the door, trying to break it down. You whimpered a few times when you felt the fabric of your jeans rub against you. You had grown stronger since joining the boys. You could do this. You needed Sam.

The sound of wood cracking encouraged your efforts. You slammed your body up against the door and hit it with your fists until you felt it give way. You fell to the ground surrounded by the scattered pieces of wood from the door. Your recovery was quick and was sped up by the overwhelming need bubbling in you. You stumbled to the door of the room, which was, stupidly on Dean’s part, simply locked with the deadbolt. You ran out into the night like a caged animal escaping. You searched around trying to find the room where you knew Sam was.

There. Room 12. You ran for it, panting as your core grew wetter. You reached the room, shuffling around for the key that Dean had forgotten to take from you. You fumbled to unlock the door. You could already smell Sam, hear his own struggle to get his fix. You searched the room trying to find him.

“Sammy…” You whined out and clutched your stomach. You couldn’t find him, even though you knew he was here. You heard your name muffled through the door to the bathroom. Of course! Dean had hidden him in the same place he had put you. You practically ran to the door, yanking it open. There he was, handcuffed to the sink and looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes. You whimpered and fell to your knees next to him.

“Sammy, it hurts.” You said, gripping onto his shirt. Sam scrunched his eyebrows in worry and understanding. With his free hand he rubbed your side in an attempt to soothe you.

“I know, honey.” He breathed out as you leaned on him.

“Please, Sammy, help me. Please.” You whimpered and breathed in his scent.

“I don’t know if you-” He began.

“No, I do, I do, I do.” You chanted as his hand gripped onto your side. You could see him roll his head to the side. He could tell you were in pain. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to help. He did, more than anything in the world. He had wanted you since you joined him and Dean on the road. The time was never right, his confidence never high enough. And now he had a chance. The only problem was he didn’t know if you actually wanted it or if it was the old man controlling your desire. When Sam was silent to your begging, you moved in closer.

“Sammy, please… it hurts so bad… I want you… all of you…” You moaned out. Red hot need flashed across your vision. It was getting harder for Sam to not touch you in the way you both wanted. The final crush of his hesitancy was the whimper that came out of you when he took his hand off of you.

“Let me see you, baby.” His tone was delicate even when his words were dirty. You were quick to pull your clothes off. You didn’t care where they went and threw them in every direction. You were left naked and kneeling next to him. His eyes raked down your body before stopping on your acing core. You watched him, whining. He traced a finger across your burning skin. He stopped just before reaching your wetness.

“Please…” You breathed. He flicked his gaze to your eyes momentarily before moving his hand. He started slow, rubbing your clit mindfully. You fell backwards in pleasure but made sure you were still close enough for Sam to touch you. Sam’s pace never slowed or quickened, which made you buck your hips up. He pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and whiny.

“Ah ah,” Sam locked eyes with you, “let me do it.” He placed his hand back where it was to continue his rubbing. Your chest heaved as you willed yourself to stay still. God, you needed this. Your hand moved to your breasts. You toyed with your nipples. This made Sam pull at the cuff around his other wrist. He wanted to touch you, touch all of you. Damn Dean for restraining him like this.

“Just like that, baby, rub them just like that.” He slipped a finger in you. You moaned and clenched around it. He swore under his breath as he moved his hand. You felt like heaven and he hadn’t even had you around his cock yet.

“Yes, Sammy, yes.” You encouraged him. Looking at him from your spot on the floor, you could tell he was getting hard. You wanted to help him, helping him helped you. You moved to get up when Sam pulled his hand back again.

“I said, no moving.” He growled and moved his hips to hide the growing erection. You collapsed on the floor, desperate for him again.

“Wanna make you feel good, Sammy.” You mumbled as you felt not just one, but two fingers slip in. Sam sighed in pleasure, loving how you felt on his hand.

“You are, baby. You can have it, have it all. Just wanna make you come first.” His gentle tone only made you louder. You ran your hands down your body, sparks of pleasure erupting wherever you touched. You were close, so so close. You squeezed your eyes shut as Sam sped up the pace.

“So close, Sam, so so so…” You trailed off, the words falling off your tongue as he curled his fingers. He smiled devilishly, and if you didn’t know any better, or if you were in the headspace to even think, you would’ve thought he was possessed. No, this was completely and wholly Sam Winchester.

“That’s good, baby, come on. Come all undone for me.” He cooed. His words were what sent you over the edge, waves crashing down as you moaned through a bitten lip. The moment of reprieve from the pain was short lived as the need seemed to multiply. You figured this must be what torture was. You turned to your hands and knees before crawling to Sam. He groaned as he watched you look up at him, asking for permission to undress him. He nodded and your hands flew to his zipper. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his body with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, looking achingly hard. You sucked in a breath, the sight making your clit throb. You moved a hand to touch him, but was stopped by his hand on your wrist. Your eyes shot to his.

“I want you around me.” His words were almost a beg, like he was just as needy for this as you were. You whimpered in reply, a new wave of pleasure washing over you. You climbed on top of him so you were chest to chest. He looked in your eyes before crashing his lips into yours. It was sloppy and full of desire. His hand gripped your hip, kneading the skin there. You groaned in response. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you tried to hold him as close to you as possible. His hand snaked down to position himself with your hole. He broke the kiss to speak.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You answered by sinking down onto him with a sigh. You kissed him again, grinding your hips. He helped you move, lifting you with one arm only to guide you back down. His lips left yours, moving down your face then to your neck. He nipped at your skin sharply before kissing it better.

SamSamSamSamSamSam. The only thing in your mind was Sam. His name was racing through your brain in a never ending loop. He left little marks on you everywhere, causing you you speed up your movements. Your fingers tangled in his hair. You needed him closer, needed him deeper.

“God, you feel so good, baby. Just like I dreamed about.” Sam grunted out against your skin. Your walls were warm and tight around him. He could feel you tighten around him when he spoke, which only motivated him to keep going. His words made you moan. You loved this, and though the instant need for it had been brought on against your will, you had been dreaming about this moment for a while.

The room was filled with breathy moans and the sounds of sex. You pulled Sam's head back by his hair, gentle enough, before kissing him again. It was sloppy and wet, full of lust. You could feel yourself growing closer to orgasm again. It was insane how this felt. Most guys hadn't ever gotten you off once, much less twice in the same night. You whimpered into his mouth and felt a smile curve up his face. He was glad he could bring such pleasure to you.

The final breaking point for you was when you felt his hand holding you grip onto the soft fat of your bottom. You let out a few breathy whines as you felt Sam come a second later. You didn't care that the two of you had forgotten to use a condom in your sex driven states. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the euphoric high of multiple orgasms was washing over you as you stayed on Sam. Neither of you were moving anymore. He was still inside you when you let your arms fall to his chest. Your head lolled to its side onto his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you.

“You okay, baby?” He said in between pants. You simply nodded. The overwhelming need to go for another round wasn't coming and you were so glad for it. Finally, you were at peace. Dean and Castiel must have gotten Famine’s ring somehow. You didn't think of what this meant until you heard the door to the motel room open.

“Sam-” Dean began, but was cut off by the sight of the two of you on the bathroom floor, Sam still cuffed to the sink. Castiel appeared behind Dean.

“She wasn't there.” He stated in a monotone after seemingly being sent to check up on you.

“Yeah, I got that.” Dean mumbled. Sam looked up at him sheepishly. You were starting to doze off. The energy it had taken all day to not be able to get off was taking a toll on you. Dean cleared his throat before grabbing a blanket off the bed. He draped it over you in an attempt to keep some of your modesty in tact.

“Can you, ya know?” Sam questioned while rattling the handcuffs attached to him. Dean pulled a key from his pocket and quickly freed his younger brother.

“We'll talk about this later.” Dean said before swiftly getting out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

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lovetwist · 1 year ago

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Veil of Deception (I)

SYNOPSIS: In a world where political alliances are forged in blood and treachery lurks around every corner, you find yourself thrust into marriage with Feyd-Rautha, the enigmatic scion of House Harkonnen. Born to be his perfect mate, you grapple with the terrifying prospect of becoming entangled with a man known for his brutality, obsession, and madness. As your union unfolds, you navigate a landscape of deception and dark desires, struggling to find your footing in a marriage fraught with danger and uncertainty. Caught between duty and defiance, summon your strength and resilience to survive in a world where loyalty is a luxury and love is a dangerous game.

WARNINGS (R18+): mildly dub-con, smut, first time, weapons kink, mentions of violence, manipulations, genetic breeding, power play

Word Count: 3.5k

PART 2

Below the towering spires of obsidian and steel, against a backdrop of opulent extravagance that flaunted wealth and power, a tension hung heavy, pregnant with the promise of destiny.

As Lady Atreides, sole daughter of Leto Atreides, you stood poised on the precipice of a meeting that would shape the course of your future. Your heart seized with nerves as you awaited the arrival of your betrothed.

Since your 15th name day, you had known of your engagement to the na-Baron. It was an inescapable fate predetermined by the Bene Geserrit. Your mother, Lady Jessica, had gone against them by giving birth to Paul, a male heir for Leto. Two years later, she gave birth to you – a gift of compromise for both sides. In return, Lady Jessica and Leto achieved the familial harmony they wanted, through the sacrifice of their daughter.

Every year, the Harkonnens requested your portrait to be sent along with a lock of hair. In exchange, they sent House Atreides jewels, gold, silks, and spice; disguised bribes for the upkeep of such a fine lady. They had only sent a portrait of Feyd-Rautha once. It was taken during his coming-of-age ceremony, a lean young man dressed in black fighting leathers. You stared often at the picture, looking to find some clue that could reveal his character. His demeanor was unnaturally cold and collected, yet his dark eyes barely concealed a burning rage. You wondered if Feyd-Rautha poured over you pictures as you did his.

Years passed and the engagement felt more like a false formality than reality. Unlike other noble families, you never exchanged letters with Feyd-Rautha or even met as a courtesy. Having completed your Bene Geserrit training under your mother, you learned that such things did not matter when it came to pairings arranged by the Reverand Mother. You caught whispers of conversation between your mother and her Bene Geserrit sisters. There would be no chance of failure, this union would be perfect. You were genetically engineered to be his absolute mate. Attraction and physical compatibility was assured. Everything about you was designed to lure him in – your scent, your voice, your everything was to be his undoing from the moment he would lay eyes on you.

Yet the thought gave you no confidence as you stood here now in Giedi Prime. Sexual attraction differed greatly from love, he didn’t need emotions to breed you. Feyd-Rautha, the enigmatic scion of House Harkonnen, was a man followed by countless stories of brutality and wickedness. You heard that he laughed when Reverand Mother subjected him to the Gom Jabbar. He didn’t endure pain, he reveled in it.

Your palms grew clammy, breath becoming increasingly shallow as you pondered the dark fate that awaited you in the form of this formidable man. Would Feyd-Rautha be the embodiment of all the whispered sin that had reached your ears, or would he prove to be an enigma beyond your wildest imaginings? With each passing moment, the anticipation mounted, weaving a delicate web of uncertainty around your heart as your braced yourself to meet the man who held your destiny in his hands.

The grand doors of the chamber swung open with a regal flourish, your heart quickened its pace, echoing the rhythm of anticipation that thrummed through the air. Through the gray haze of incense, you beheld Feyd-Rautha, a vision of masculinity and charisma, whose presence seemed to command the very essence of the room. His eyes met yours across the expanse of the chamber, a charged moment filled with unspoken tension, as if the universe itself held its breath in anticipation of this meeting.

You were ensnared in a tempest of conflicting emotions, thoughts swirling like sand caught in a desert storm. You questioned your own composure, wondering if you could maintain the facade of confidence expected of a lady of House Atreides in the presence of the young Harkonnen and the terrifying Baron. Feyd-Rautha may be your future husband, but he was not required to provide you a good nor happy life. After all, why would he? You were the daughter of his family’s sworn enemy. He may have been bound in marriage to you by centuries of bloodline manipulation, but he maintained a free will.

Would his words falter, betraying the tumult and hatred raging within him? Or would he summon the grace and poise befitting his station, masking the turmoil that churned beneath the surface? Your apprehension mounted, a symphony of doubt and fear playing out in the recesses of your mind. Yet, amidst the chaos of your thoughts, a glimmer of determination flickered like a distant star on the horizon, urging you forward into the unknown with a quiet resolve born of necessity.

For in the labyrinthine dance of politics and power that defined their world, you knew that you could ill afford to falter now. With a steadying breath, you squared your shoulders and prepared to face your destiny, whatever form it may take in the guise of a madman husband.

Feyd-Rautha, with an air of effortless confidence, strode forward, his gaze a smoldering ember that ignited a spark within your soul. In that fleeting moment, as your paths converged amidst the darkness and mist of the surroundings, you felt a surge of something unfamiliar yet undeniable—an electric current that crackled between your bodies, binding your fates together inextricably.

Words eluded you as you struggled to articulate the wave of emotions that threatened to consume you. Yet, in the silence that stretched between you two, you found solace in the understanding that this meeting was but the first step on a journey fraught with uncertainty and possibility. He bowed without taking his eyes off you. In greeting, you extended a gloved hand, Feyd-Rautha grasped it with a firm sense of resolve. You knew that your lives were now intertwined in ways neither could fully comprehend nor stop.

And in that moment, amidst the hazy dream of your shared future, you glimpsed the faintest flicker of something akin to desire dance across his eyes. You noticed a dilation of his pupils as he laid a kiss on the back of your hand. Then, his grasp of you tightened and tightened. Your face contorted in pain as a crooked smirk appeared on his features.

In the dim light of the chamber, your eyes traced the contours of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips, searching for traces of the young man you once memorized in a portrait. Yet, try as you might, only a beast stood before you in the guise of a gentleman. When he stood at his full height with his darkened leer, you held yourself back from cowering. His gaze was vicious, his smile vulgar with blackened teeth, and he exuded an air of savagery.

“How delightful it is to finally meet you, Lady Atreides.”

His deep, raspy voice caught you off guard. What a performer he could be! Long gone was the ethereal allure he displayed when first entering the room, now you could see him for what he was.

“Likewise, my Lord Feyd-Rautha.”

Uncertainty lingered like a specter in the room, casting a pall over the impending union that would bind you with him. You let your gaze lower onto the floor as your parents approached to talk with the Baron and na-Baron.

You could feel his intense gaze burning through your body even as you moved away to be with your brother. Could his eyes pierce through your facade, unraveling the intricacies of your soul like fine thread? Such questions gnawed at the edges of your consciousness, casting shadows on your will to remain strong.

As the evening progressed, the tension in the air thickened like a fog, suffocating any semblance of ease. Seated at the long banquet table surrounded by your family, the Harkonnens, and noble guests, you found yourself ensnared in a delicate dance of propriety and peril.

Across from you, Feyd-Rautha lounged in his seat, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he watched you with unabashed fascination. His demeanor was that of a predator toying with its prey, his every movement calculated to instill a sense of discomfort. Your family would leave to Arrakis after the wedding festivities, then you would be truly left alone with him. The precariousness of your position tugged at your heart.

As the meal commenced, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, punctuated by the clinking of silverware and the strained chatter of polite conversation. You forced yourself to engage in small talk with those seated around you, your words measured and careful, lest you betray the fear that coiled like a serpent in the pit of your stomach.

Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure, you couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized by those dark, probing eyes. It was as if Feyd-Rautha could see straight through you, peeling away the layers of pretense to expose your most secret vulnerabilities. You found yourself growing increasingly unsettled. You longed to escape, to retreat to the safety of your chambers and away from the suffocating presence of the Harkonnen heir.

But you knew that there would be no reprieve, no sanctuary from the darkness that had descended upon your life like a shadow. For tonight, and every night thereafter, you were bound to him by the cruel machinations of fate, condemned to walk a path fraught with danger and uncertainty. And as you raised your glass to Feyd-Rautha’s toast to your impending union, you couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited you.

“To the most beautiful bride in the world, I will certainly savor tomorrow’s…memories.”

The men at the table chuckled darkly while your father’s and brother’s jaws clenched. You lay your delicate hand over theirs, do not mourn me. If I am to die, I shall do so with honor.

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As your mother lowered your veil, you noticed tears forming in her eyes. You never thought you’d live to see the day the impenetrable Lady Jessica shed tears for you. I must really be walking into my death, you thought.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror. There were no words to describe the vision you saw. Crafted from the finest silk and satin, your wedding gown exuded an air of majestic elegance with flowing skirts cascading like waves of moonlight around your figure.

The bodice, adorned with intricate beadwork and delicate lace, hugged your curves with a tailored precision, accentuating a slender waist and graceful neckline. A row of tiny diamonds trailed down your body, gleaming against the smooth expanse of your back. While the front of the dress was conservative, your back was tastefully exposed through a combination of sheer silk, diamonds and pearls.

Your hair was pinned neatly into a bun with a delicate braid on each side. The veil was gauzy, making your face seem like a daydream. The ivory fabric of your dress pooled at your feet in a sea of frothy tulle and satin, forming a train that trailed behind you like a regal cloak. The wedding dress was embroidered with delicate motifs of growing vines, mountains and ocean waves – a reminder of Caladan.

At your collar, a border of intricate lacework added a touch of timeless elegance, its patterns catching the light in a dazzling display of shimmering beauty. With every movement, the gown seemed to whisper tales of romance and splendor, a clear hope to the love and devotion the seamstress had prayed you’d find. You choked down a sob.

You’ve made me an angel for him to ruin.

The wedding hall was adorned with such grandeur, you’d expect the emperor’s daughter was getting married instead. The flickering silver torches cast dancing shadows upon the ebony stone walls. As guests gathered in hushed reverence, the air crackled with anticipation, as if the very walls themselves whispered of your impeding damnation.

At the front of the hall, beneath a canopy of arched black silk, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen stood, an imposing figure in his ceremonial garb. His porcelain skin was stark against the darkness of his clothes as he awaited his bride.

You approached with measured steps, hardening your grip on your father’s arm. Your eyes must’ve betrayed your fear and resignation because you could see Feyd-Rautha biting the inside of his cheek to suppress a laugh.

As you reached the altar, his lips curled into a predatory smile, his voice dripping with malice as he spoke the vows that bound you together in unholy matrimony. The words echoed through the hall like a curse, sealing your fate alongside his.

As you exchanged rings, a union forged in the fires of despair, you vowed that though your body may be bound to Feyd-Rautha, your spirit would remain forever free.

Standing before him, you felt the weight of his gaze like chains around your soul.

With a solemn nod from the officiant, you and Feyd-Rautha were instructed to seal your union with a kiss. He removed your veil, his eyes lingering on your face. As his lips met yours, a shiver ran down your spine.

The kiss was surprisingly gentle, but devoid of love. You gasped when his tongue entered your mouth. It was a macabre dance of dominance and submission, a twisted mockery of affection that left a bitter taste upon your lips. You try to push him away, but he holds your hands firm against his chest. The Harkonnens roar with applause and laughter. As you pulled away, a sense of profound emptiness washed over you, a hollow echo of the dreams and desires that had once burned within your heart.

The rest of the wedding banquet was a blur. As you were led to the high table by Feyd-Rautha's side, you couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped, ensnared in a web of malevolence. The guests, mostly Harkonnen allies, noble families, and sycophants, feigned smiles and exchanged whispers, their eyes gleaming with a perverse curiosity at the spectacle of your union.

The feast itself was a decadent display of excess, with platters of exotic delicacies and goblets overflowing with rich wines. But the opulence only served to accentuate the suffocating atmosphere, as the room was closing in on you with each additional piece of ornate furniture.

Feyd-Rautha, ever the consummate host, played his part with calculated charm, his laughter ringing hollow in your ears as he regaled the guests with tales of conquest and murder. You watched him from across the table, his features twisted in a mask of false benevolence, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of revulsion mingled with a sliver of pity. He, too, was playing a part – ever the performer.

Throughout the banquet, you were subjected to the leering gazes and whispered innuendos of the Harkonnen cronies, their crude remarks slicing through the thin veneer of civility like daggers. But you held your composure, steeling yourself against their taunts and jeers, refusing to let them see the cracks in your mask.

As the night wore on and the wine flowed freely, the mood grew increasingly raucous, the revelry descending into a frenzied ecstasy. You found yourself adrift in a sea of faces, each one a grotesque caricature of humanity, their laughter and applause a cruel mockery of your predicament.

And amidst the chaos and debauchery, you couldn't help but wonder what was in store for you, chained to a man whose heart was as black as midnight. As you absentmindedly finished your last sip of wine, Feyd-Rautha stood suddenly, his chair loudly rattling against the granite floors. A chilling silence descended upon the hall.

He extended a hand towards you and you immediately understood his intentions. You departed the hall, hand-in-hand as men watched with envy and women stared with pity. You couldn’t bear to look at the faces of your family, afraid that you might beg them to take you home.

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As you left the banquet hall with Feyd-Rautha, a heavy sense of foreboding settled over you. The echoes of the evening's macabre festivities lingered in your mind, each laughter, each lewd jest, a reminder of the gilded cage in which you now found yourself imprisoned.

You walked beside Feyd-Rautha, his grip firm upon your hand, guiding you through the labyrinthine corridors of the Harkonnen estate. There was an eerie stillness in the air. With each step, you felt the weight of your predicament pressing down upon you, the reality of your situation sinking in like a cold, unyielding truth.

You stole a glance at Feyd-Rautha, his expression unreadable in the dim light. Occasionally fireworks would alight by the window, allowing you to see his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger that made you look away immediately.

As you walked in silence, your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts and emotions, a storm raging within you. You couldn't help but wonder what awaited in the bedchamber. You weren’t ignorant to the act of consummating a marriage, but your husband was no ordinary man. What horrors lay in store for a woman bound to a man as cruel and cunning as Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen… what would satisfy a man like him? But amidst the fear and uncertainty, a flicker of desire burned within you, a stubborn resolve to claim him as much as he claims you.

He led you into a large room with double doors. Compared to the gaudy decorations of the wedding hall, this room was relatively simple: a chamber of dark elegance and understated grandeur. There were only the bare necessities required of a bedroom, but each piece had been impeccably handmade with the most exquisite of materials. At its center, a massive four-poster bed stands as the focal point, its frame crafted from polished ebony wood, intricately carved with motifs of serpents and ivy. Perfectly sized above the bed, stretching over the ceiling was pure reflective glass. You swallowed thickly, this man had no shame.

A grand chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, its crystals casting prismatic rays of light across the room, illuminating the space with a haunting allure.

The walls are lined with dark, navy paneling, adorned sparingly with antique tapestries depicting scenes of forgotten battles and dangerously sharpened weapons. A sleek, black writing desk sits nearby, stacked with books on war strategies and adorned with quill and parchment.

A sense of regal simplicity pervades the space, each element carefully curated to its master. This is a sanctuary of solitude, where one can retreat from the heaviness of the Harkonnen world and immerse themselves in the embrace of peace.

Busy admiring the room, you didn’t notice Feyd-Rautha locking the doors behind you. You tensed when you suddenly felt the coldness of a blade against your back. With one precise slice, he cut your wedding dress open leading all the decorative pearls to fall to the ground. Your hands instinctively went to cover yourself, but his newfound grip on your wrists was even faster.

“You are mine now, pet.” His hands slowly guided yours down as he ripped away the rest of your dress. “Do not resist me, I want to see you in all your beauty.”

Your face flushed as you looked away from him. You knew objecting to his wish was futile, perhaps if you appeased him then he’d be gentler. You learned this was a useless thought the moment you saw his expression – raw, animalistic hunger chipped away at the edges of his sanity. His pupils dilated so wide that his eyes became monochromatic orbs of obsidian.

He removed his own clothes with swift and lithe movements, revealing pure sculpted muscle. Through the rapid rise and fall of his chest, you could see that he was barely holding back his lust. Feyd-Rautha was going to devour you without leaving a single morsel for the world.

“I-I… If you hurt me, I will scream.”

“Go ahead, it’ll only stroke my ego if you do. Scream loud enough for the whole banquet to hear. Let them know what pleasures your husband bestows upon you.”

With each step he took towards you, you took two steps back. When you felt the bed come into contact with the back of your knees, you realize you’ve been trapped.

“Lie down.” he commanded.

Sensing the tonal shift in his voice, you obeyed. You felt his long, slender fingers enter your most intimate place. When he curved against your inner wall, you let out an involuntarily moan – which he quickly swallowed from your lips. You had touched yourself before, but only rarely during occasions when you couldn’t sleep and the moon was hanging high.

However, this was different – he was different. His fingers reached places where yours never could. Your body made lewd sounds as he pumped in and out of you with torturous speed. The way you grind against his hand was indecent, but he rewarded you with such sweet friction. Hearing his low pants against your ear, you couldn't help but writhe into his touch. When you came undone, he smirked and licked your essence from his fingers.

Before you could catch your breath, he was on top of you again; caging you between his toned arms. He reached out to grasp your chin before roughly crashing his lips down on yours. The kiss was all-consuming, he was drinking in every part of you without letting you breathe. Your eyes wandered down to where his member stood unnaturally stiff and enlarged. Your new husband sneered at your expression before his right hand circled around your throat.

“Your throat… it shall be my axis tonight.”

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hotchner-edu · 10 months ago

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Runner's Stamina (drabble) | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: You can't help but fawn over your boyfriend, and he happens to overhear a phone call you have with Penelope

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x F!Reader

Warnings: allusions to smut (no actual smut though), implied age gap, r is down bad (so is aaron), this is just me thirsting over aaron—

You were staring rather intensely at Aaron as he peacefully read beside you. Biting your bottom lip a little, your eyes zone in on his hand as it slowly moves to turn the page, veins popping in the subtlest way with each movement.

"Yes, honey?" He suddenly drawls out, a small smirk tugging at his lips as he keeps his eyes on the text.

Blinking slowly, you pout a bit and shake your head. "Nothing... is the book interesting?"

"It's just as I remembered it to be, started a bit slow, but it's getting interesting now." He answers and finally turns to look at you, eyes gentle.

Aaron gently takes your hand and drops a sweet kiss to your palm, keeping his eyes locked on yours the entire time. Your hand twitches a little as you feel how his hand practically engulfs yours, the warmth of his affection crawling up your arm and blooming across your body.

You nearly short circuit, your face a mask of awe as you stare at your boyfriend in utter adoration. A few moments pass and you immediately jump to escape from his loving torture, butterflies gathering in your chest.

"I'll leave you to it then. I, uh, just remembered that I owe Penelope a phone call." You whisper and bashfully smile.

Before you're able to stand up from the couch, Aaron's warm hand drops down onto your thigh, squeezing it firmly as he hums softly. "Alright, sweetheart. I'll head up in a little bit.”

Growing positively dizzy from the feeling of his rough hand against your skin, you nearly tip over on your feet as you hurry up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. Jack was over at Jessica's house for the weekend, so you weren't able to scurry to him for help in distracting yourself.

You practically leap onto the bed, hurriedly grabbing your phone and immediately finding Penelope's contact.

Laying on your stomach, you don't have to wait long as she picks up on the third ring.

"Hello my beautiful angel, how can I be of service to you today?" Penelope muses out playfully, the giddy lilt of her tone telling you that she was positively beaming on the other side of the call.

"Pen, my love." You sigh dramatically, "Help me."

"Not that I don't love you, honey, but isn't Hotch home today too? I thought you'd be jumping his bones by now." She says with a dulcet tone that feels almost jarring when paired with her teasing remark.

"That's exactly the problem, Pen. It's like he wants me to jump his bones again. I mean, his arms look more perfect than usual and he definitely knows it." You hiss out.

Penelope lets out an amused chuckle. "Careful honey, you're sounding like a cat in heat."

"It's hard not to be when he's my man." You sigh in a love-struck manner, imagining the way his hands felt on your waist, his strong grip massaging you gently as they slip under your shirt.

"Is Jack with Jessica today?" Penelope asks. "If not, I can take him for a few hours while you both spend some quality time together."

You smile widely and shake your head even though she isn't able to see you. "Thank you for the offer, Pen, but he's with Jess for the weekend."

"Then go get your man, girl! You have the entire weekend alone, what's stopping you?" She practically squeals out, speaking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"I know, I know! But I mean... we did it for a few hours this morning already. I worry that I'm going to overwhelm him." You say half-jokingly. While you did occasionally dwell on the fact that he was getting older, you weren't upset or too affected by the prospect of his age affecting his stamina.

"He runs for fun, it'll be fine. Besides, he can still... right?" Penelope trails off, seemingly maintaining a bit of self-restraint since Aaron was still her boss after all.

You blush and squeak out in shock. "Oh my gosh. Yes, he can still get it up, Pen!" Looking over your shoulder, you cringe a bit as you realize the bedroom door was cracked open a bit. Hopefully you weren't being too loud.

"Then I see no problem, honey. What's he up to anyway?" She asks lightly. You hear some shuffling in the background and the sound of porcelain plates being stacked.

"Reading." You say softly, picking at the plush duvet under you. "I'm making him reread Crime and Punishment."

"Honey, go save him." Penelope sighs out, barely able to suppress her giggles.

"From the book?" Your voice is coated in amusement.

"Yes, and possibly dying of boredom! I'll call you later tonight, okay? Oh! The girls also wanted to go shopping sometime next week too!" Penelope says happily, her mischievous tone clearly conveying that she would want an update later.

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you be now. But you three are getting nothing out of me next week." You warn playfully.

"We'll see about that." Penelope giggles and gives you a dramatic kiss through the phone. "Talk soon, honey."

The moment you put down your phone, you hear the bedroom door being pushed open. From the look on Aaron's face, you knew that he had overheard at least some parts of your conversation with Penelope.

"Good talk, sweetheart?" He asks lowly, lips tugged into a small smirk as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Oh... yeah... done with reading?" You ask and smile a bit shyly, watching as he runs his hand along your leg.

Aaron hums softly and nods, his eyes darkening as he looks at you laying there. "Just remembered that I could be doing something a bit more exciting. Now what was it you were saying about my stamina?" He grins teasingly, his large hand sliding up to squeeze the flesh of your ass.

"You heard that?" You squeak out.

"Oh sweetheart, I heard much more than that." He chuckles deeply and gently flips you onto your back.

He crawls to hover over you, head dipping down to drop heated kisses along your neck and jaw. "Don't hold yourself back on my account, I love taking care of you." He mumbles against your skin, pulling back momentarily to look down at you with eyes full of love.

"It's not fair. You look too good all the time." You whisper almost petulantly, a playful glimmer shining in your eyes.

Aaron leans down to give you a firm kiss as he whispers against your lips. "So beautiful... you don't even know how much I want you all the time. How hard it is for me when I'm away on a case..."

He smirks a bit wider and his hand lifts one of your legs up by the back of your knee. "Now, I hope you don't plan on getting out of this bed until Monday, baby."

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hotchs-big-hands · 14 days ago

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Mr Hotchner’s Live-in Nanny

Aaron Hotchner x plus size nanny!reader smut

7.7k words

18+ NSFW Minors DNI

Warning(s): insecurities, masturbation (m/f separate occasions), slight power imbalance (Aaron is employing reader), age gap, a smidgen of angst, both are pervy but Aaron is more than reader 🤭, panty sniffing, just using panties inappropriately, slight humiliation/degradation, pure filth honestly

Being the nanny for Aaron Hotchner wasn’t easy, and not because of his son. Jack is easy to take care of, always getting his homework done, enjoying whatever you provide for dinner, going to bed after a call with his father. The struggle? Having to sleep in Mr Hotchner’s bed. Surrounded by his scent, every night becomes harder and harder not to be filled with increasingly inappropriate thoughts about him. It’s only a matter of time before it all becomes too much for you.

This fic is incomplete cuz I lost steam writing it. If you wanna see more please lemme know!

“I’m so sorry it’s very last minute and late to be calling you in like this, it’s just I got the call-“

“-Mr Hotchner, I understand how unpredictable your job can be. Please don’t worry about it.” You cut the man off as you toed your shoes off neatly and hung your coat up on one of the hooks on the wall. Mr Hotchner smiled slightly and shook his head a little.

“Aaron. Mr Hotchner makes me feel old.”

You felt your cheeks flush and a shy upwards twitch of your lips caused his smile to broaden.

“Please don’t worry about it, Aaron.” You mumbled, shifting from one foot to the other. You were standing close enough to smell his cologne; the scent made your head feel a little hazy.

Aaron hummed softly and picked up his bag from the ground.

“I wrote out a list of things for you in advance about what Jack is up to at the moment, favourite things he’s eating too. He’s already in bed now, so you don’t need to worry about settling him down for the night. There’s also some cash located in my bedside drawer for you if need be.”

Your eyes widened.

“Mr Ho- Aaron! I-“

“-I insist on it. I don’t want you making purchases from your own pocket unnecessarily. Also,” his brows furrowed and he stared down at you, causing you to quiver slightly. “If I find out you’ve been sleeping on the couch again, instead of using my empty bed, I’m not going to be pleased. I don’t want you sacrificing your back and sleep, okay?”

You nodded slightly, your heart racing. Sleeping in his bed was a bad idea, but you knew he would know if you hadn’t. His whole room smelled of him, and the knowledge you’d be sleeping where he slept, where he dressed and undressed, where he got himself off-

You needed to stop.

“I’ll… I’ll sleep in the bed, I promise.”

“Good… don’t worry, I changed the sheets whilst I was waiting for you to arrive. I wouldn’t make you sleep on sheets I’d been on before you.” He said. You fought the urge to frown. You didn’t know how to feel about that. Something flashed within his eyes, but it was gone after a mere moment and he retreated towards the front door.

“I’m going to head off now, I’ll keep you updated on what I can. And if you need anything, please contact me or Jessica.”

You smiled and stepped back to give him the space to open the door again and leave.

“Best of luck to you and the team, I hope it goes okay.” You said softly, and he hummed.

“Thank you, (Y/n). I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, you locked up and turned around to face the rest of the apartment. Carrying your bag down the hallway and branching off into the living room so you could sit down on the couch for a moment. You weren’t quite ready to make your way to Mr Hotchner’s bedroom, even if you were feeling tired. You knew he’d know if you hadn’t used the bed, so now you were psyching yourself up to do so. A part of you was still disappointed you’d not be sleeping on the sheets he’d just been using, but the other part of you scolded yourself for being creepy. You had to be thankful he thought to change them for you.

Sighing softly, you pushed yourself up off the couch after a while and grabbed your bag. You shuffled through the apartment, checking to make sure the windows were closed and locked and switching the lights off, then poked your head through the doorway to Jack’s room.

Sleeping soundly.

A soft smile tugged at your lips as you carefully closed the door behind you. Now you had to face the real challenge. You could see the door to Mr Hotchner’s room and you tentatively approached it. Drawing in a deep breath, you pushed open the door and stepped into the room, flicking the light on.

Almost immediately, the scent of his cologne invaded your senses and you shivered slightly as you closed the door and crossed the room to the bed. Indeed, the steel gray sheets were fresh and pristine, ready for you to settle on. You set your bag down on the foot of the bed and sat down beside it and sighed. As nervous as you were being in here, there was also a sense of security surrounding you. You may be shy around Mr Hotchner, but he also had a comforting air to him and you felt safe in his presence. Definitely someone you’d have more than been happy to be in a relationship with-

Best not to think about it.

A yawn cut off your thoughts and your eyelids drooped a little; you definitely needed to settle down for the night. You rummaged around in your bag and pulled out your sleepwear, then began to tentatively strip off your clothes. It felt strange and embarrassing to be getting undressed in his bedroom, your thoughts wandering as you imagined what it would be like to be stripping with him in the room with you. Imagining his dark eyes wandering over your body, admiring every curve and dip and mark. Probably not. You’d seen photos of his late ex-wife, Jack had shown you one random evening when he was feeling sad. She was a beautiful woman, you could see why Aaron had fallen for her in the first place. She was everything you weren’t, there was no reason why he would ever look your way. Not to mention, even if it wasn’t for your larger size than her, you were much younger than Mr Hotchner.

You scoffed at yourself and tugged your pajamas on begrudgingly. It was inappropriate and silly to be even fantasizing about him, given you were a live-in nanny for his son. With a sigh, you headed into the en-suite bathroom with your toiletries and finished off your nightly routine ready to head to bed. You’d unpack properly tomorrow. For now, you pulled back the covers on the bed and drew in a deep breath. Time to face this battle.

Choosing the side nearest the bathroom door, you stared at the bed for a moment before climbing on and rolling onto your back. You wondered to yourself if this was the side Aaron slept on. The thought of it made you squirm a little and shift over to laying on your side. To distract yourself, you pulled your phone off the bedside table to double check your alarms were set and finally, you placed it back down and forced yourself to close your eyes. It didn’t take you too long to drift off to sleep.

Several days had passed and you were really starting to struggle now.

During the day it was fine. You would wake up and quickly do your morning routine and dress, wake up Jack and feed him and get him washed and dressed for school. After you’d dropped him off you would take care of any errands before you returned back to the apartment, where you’d focus on any remote work you had to do until it was time to collect Jack again. And even during the late afternoon and evening things were fine, focusing on taking care of Jack and entertaining him until bedtime. A phone call with his dad always happened if Mr Hotchner was available would end the night and Jack would settle down to sleep when the call ended. But even just hearing his voice drawl through the phone caused your heart rate to increase and your body to feel warm.

Which now left you alone with your thoughts.

As exhausted as you’d end up by the end of a long day, you’d delay the inevitability of crawling back into Mr Hotchner’s bed, back to where you were surrounded by him. But even you couldn’t stave off the need for sleep forever and eventually you found yourself returning to that bedroom, back to his scent, with your thoughts running wild.

You didn’t know how much more you could take. Every night you would lay in his bed and tried desperately to ignore the ache between your plush thighs, desperately trying to resist touching yourself. It would be beyond inappropriate, disgusting, rude, yet the temptation only grew with each passing night. But a simple phone call from Mr Hotchner after Jack had retired for the night tipped you over.

Settling down in the bed, you reached for the bedside light when your phone screen lit up and your ringtone filled the room. You jolted, reaching for the device and your eyes widened when you saw who was calling you. Fumbling to sit up, you grabbed your phone and answered, pressing it to your ear.

“H-hello? Mr Hotchner?”

“Aaron. Call me Aaron. Good evening though, (Y/n). I’m sorry this is so late.”

Your mouth felt dry all of a sudden, chest tight as you scrambled to answer.

“Sorry- Aaron! Um, it’s alright. Is everything okay?” You asked, trying your best to mask the nervous pitch in tone. On the other end you could have sworn you heard the man chuckle or hum, but you weren’t certain.

“I’m okay, I promise. I didn’t mean to worry you with this call.” There was a rustling of fabric and the creaking of a chair before Mr Hotchner continued. “I wanted to check up on you actually.”

Your heart fluttered again as you fought the urge to giggle shyly.

“O-oh! Of course, yes! I’m doing alright, managing keeping the household together and making sure Jack is looked after and all that. And I’m getting my own remote work done just fine! It’s been great as always!” You said enthusiastically, earning a hum of approval that shot heat straight to your core.

“Good… and I hope you’ve kept your promise, (Y/n), and are not sleeping on the couch again.” Mr Hotchner said, causing you to tense up at the stern tone.

“N-no I’m not! I promise I’ve been sleeping in y- the bed, Aaron. Much more comfy.”

You heard him hum again and your mouth opened and closed a few times, struggling to talk to him all of a sudden. “I- I’m in the bed right now, actually. I was about to go to sleep.”

“I see… I won’t keep you awake any longer then.”

“A-ah! How are- how’s things on your end, huh?” You scrambled words together as you desperately pressed him to keep talking, trying to ignore the way your body burned hotter the longer the conversation continued.

Mr Hotchner chuckled softly at your tone, which only served to worsen the situation between your thighs, and he sighed.

“I’m fine. I haven’t told Jack about it yet, but we finished the case and will be heading back tomorrow morning. I’ll be home in the evening.”

Tomorrow!? Such a vital piece of information almost instantly lost within the way he spoke so smoothly it was like a hum. And instead you wished he was there with you right now murmuring sweet praises to you as his hands feathered across your skin, caressing and groping every curve and roll as he worked his way down-

“Are you alright?”

Mr Hotchner’s voice brought you back from your thoughts and you flushed immediately, wiggling a little within the sheets as you felt the ache of your core growing worse by the minute.

“Um! I- sorry, I’m so very sleepy, I zoned out for a moment,” you said quickly as you kicked the sheets off of your body. “But I’m- I’m glad you and the team are doing okay though and are returning tomorrow!”

“Mhm… perhaps I should let you get some sleep now then, you indeed sound very tired.”

It took every ounce of strength not to whimper.

“Y-yes, I’m going to get some sleep now, Mr Hotchner. You should, uhm, do the same.” You said as your legs trembled. Mr Hotchner hummed once more, tapering off into a slight chuckle and you wondered if he was doing it all on purpose. Impossible.

“Oh, I will. Sleep well, (Y/n).”

Your breath quivered.

“G-good night, Mr Hotchner.”

The second the line cut off, you threw your phone onto the mattress beside you and covered your face with your hands. You wanted to scream, body burning with arousal to the point it could drive you mad. Your legs were trembling so much it was embarrassing, parted to stop even the slightest bit of sensation brushing against your cunt. This was dangerously inappropriate. Awful, disgusting. And yet… you lowered one of your hands from your face and slid it down your soft body, rising and dipping along every bump and roll of your stomach.

You shouldn’t. This was perverted and gross to even contemplate touching yourself in your employer’s bed whilst he was away. But… you could just strip the bed anyway. It would be fine. He wouldn’t have to know. And thus, using both hands, you pushed your shorts and panties down your plump thighs and kicked them off the rest of the way carelessly. Spreading your legs, you whimpered softly as the cool air of the room caressed your slit. You were soaked. Your chest heaved as you hesitated one last time.

You really shouldn’t do this.

But even then, as the thought of his sensually soft, deep voice filled your mind, your hand slipped lower until you were able to drag a finger from your entrance to your clit. You gasped out. You were wetter than you’d ever been before, the slight brush of your finger against your clit causing your hips to jolt.

Pressing your lips together to keep quiet, you began rubbing slow circles round and round the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes fluttering shut. God, you’d been pent up for so long and unable to do anything about it. You worked quickly, not wanting to risk being interrupted, hips bucking and writhing as your pleasure mounted.

You needed Mr Hotchner, really needed him. You’d been attracted to him right from the start. He was too gorgeous, too kind and caring, too authoritative and powerful… you wanted him to want you, but you knew that would be highly unlikely and inappropriate. The thoughts of him manhandling you and wrecking you so deliciously always lingered regardless though. And with the last remnants of his lingering scent in the room surrounding you, it was impossible to not desire him as much as you did right now.

Your brows creased and your body rippled when the pleasure mounted and crashed down over you, pressing your lips together so not to moan or even whisper his name as you came hard. And when it finally passed, you lay there while you caught your breath. You did not just do that.

Shame burned within you then when you came to terms with what had just transpired. You’d just masturbated in your employer’s bed whilst you fantasized about him. And you were still responsible for his son who was only a few doors down the corridor. You whimpered.

A moment later, you pushed up off the bed and fished for your shorts that had been kicked away within the sheets and you scrambled to pull them back on so you could clean up in the bathroom.

Sleep was harder to come by that night, tossing and turning within the sheets until the early hours, and then when sleep finally came it was far from restful. The next morning you managed to act as normal around Jack, waking him up and getting him ready for school. Once he’d been dropped off, you returned to the Hotchner residence and immediately stripped Mr Hotchner’s bed, bundling the sheets up and leaving them neatly in the middle of the bed to deal with later. It was near impossible to focus on any single task however, nervous about Mr Hotchner returning later and somehow knowing exactly what you’d done. You powered through as best you could though, making sure the house was clean and tidy ready for his return. Briefly, you’d texted one another and, with his permission, you told Jack about his dad’s return that day when you picked the boy up from school.

Understandably, Jack was more than excited, chatting giddily to you at a speed that not even himself could keep up with, his words jumbling together on occasion. It was endearing though, and it allowed you to focus on his joy for a while instead.

That is, until you heard the sound of the key being inserted into the lock and being turned.

You froze.

Jack had been in the middle of building a new Lego set when he heard the same noise and before you knew it, he was up on his feet and rushing to the door enthusiastically chanting “daddy!” as he went. You followed behind the young boy and you heard Mr Hotchner before you saw him, animatedly greeting his son after he locked the door. When you reached the duo you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Mr Hotchner holding Jack in his arms while the young boy had his arms wrapped around the back of his father’s neck as they chatted.

Upon spotting you in the doorway to the living area, Mr Hotchner maneuvered Jack to carry him with one arm and smiled softly at you.

“Hey, thank you for taking care of things. How has it been?” He spoke gently, and your heart fluttered despite the imminent anxiety still lingering.

“It’s been fine as always, Jack’s a great kid.”

The young boy grinned at you and giggled.

“You’re great too!” He cried and your smile grew.

Just as Mr Hotchner began to lower himself down to pick up his bag again, you quickly rushed over and playfully swatted his hand away and grabbed it before him.

“Oh no you don’t, mister! I’ve got it!” You teased and straightened up just as he did the same. He hummed softly and his smile remained, though more tired and you knew you wouldn’t leave until he had a meal.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, following you as you led him to the living room. “You don’t need to take care of me, it’s alright.”

You shrugged.

“You’re exhausted. I’m not leaving until you’ve got a meal in you.” You scolded, but your nerves got the best of you when he raised a brow. “If- if you wanted. I can, um, leave whenever you’d like me to.”

The soft look in his eye hardened slightly and he remained standing for a moment longer, despite the weight of exhaustion pulling his shoulders down.

“(Y/n). I said you didn’t have to take care of me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate it.”

Your cheeks felt a little flushed as you smiled and glanced away, your shoulders raising slightly.

“That’s true. W-well, you just sit there for a while and catch up with Jack, I’ll take your bag to your room and get started on dinner.” You said and began to walk away. But as Mr Hotchner spoke again you froze in your tracks.

“I should probably get out of these clothes into something more comfortable actually.”

You whipped around, unable to stop the way your eyes blew wide. He raised a brow again at you, waiting for you to say something.

“A-ah! I forgot to wash the sheets! I’m so sorry, Mr Hotchner-“

“-Aaron.”

“A-Aaron. Um! I’ll change the sheets for you though before I leave!” You scrambled, earning a perplexed look from the man before you.

Shaking his head, he slowly approached you and gently took his bag out of your hands, his fingers brushing against yours, and smiled.

“I’ve got it. Don’t worry about that. You’ve done more than enough, thank you.” His voice was so soft, almost like a serenade and you drew in a deep breath as discreetly as you could muster.

“Okay… I’ll start on dinner for you.”

Your heart began to race and all you could do was desperately hope he wouldn’t suspect anything when he entered his bedroom.

At some point during the food preparation, Mr Hotchner reappeared wearing a plain, navy blue tee that clinged to his torso snugly, and some sweatpants which you forced yourself not to glance down at as they were a little too snug around his hip area. His hair was sticking up in some areas and laying flat on his forehead in others and you quivered slightly, realising he’d been in the shower. But you couldn’t focus on that right now, instead aiding Jack in learning how to steam vegetables. The young boy grinned when he spotted his father, holding up a slotted spoon.

“Look, daddy! (Y/n) is showing me how t’ steam vege-tals!” He exclaimed, causing you to beam proudly. Mr Hotchner chuckled and approached the two of you, his eyes glancing around the kitchen.

“That’s great, buddy! What’s on the menu tonight?” His eyes shifted to you, his gaze more intense than you were expecting.

You shifted slightly but held strong, offering him a confident smile.

“Chicken parmesan, steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes.” You said, then held a finger up to refrain Mr Hotchner from saying anything yet. “And yes, I’ve put extra butter in the potatoes for you.”

He chuckled again and smiled, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’. You watched as he fixed himself a drink, for now sticking with water until, you assumed, Jack had gone to bed.

After an almost playful debate, you’d managed to convince Mr Hotchner to sit at the table while you finished off cooking and plating the meal for him, and as he ate and Jack sat chatting to him, you cleaned up in the kitchen ready for going home. You were about to disappear off to grab the sheets to wash, only to hear your name being called. You froze and glanced back, finding the older man staring at you with a brow raised.

“Where are you going?” He asked, his voice smooth. You smiled slightly.

“Just going to grab those sheets and put them in the wash for you, Mr Hotchner!”

“Aaron. You know how I feel about you calling me that.” He scolded you, rising from his seat and picking his plate up to clear it away.

“S-sorry, Aaron. But! I’ll just be a moment!”

“(Y/n). It’s alright, I will wash them.” He said with finality and your shoulders slumped defeatedly.

“Alright… um. I think I’d better be heading home now, it’s getting late.”

Mr Hotchner hummed.

“Just a moment while I get your check for you.”

You followed him as he trailed into the living room, where Jack at some point ventured to so he could continue building his lego set, and sat down on the couch, your bag propped up against the side of it ready for you to take home. Just as Mr Hotchner began rummaging in a drawer to find where he kept his checks, Jack perked up and his eyes widened.

“Is (Y/n) going home?” He asked, to which you leaned forward and smiled softly at him.

“Only for now, but I’ll be back soon.”

Jack pouted and scrunched his eyebrows together, much like his father would do, and he slumped back.

“I don’t want you to go!” He cried, which caused Mr Hotchner to turn around and take a step towards his son so he could kneel beside him.

“Come on, buddy. (Y/n) will be back to stay again soon, alright?” He reassured the boy, resting his hand on his shoulder. Jack sighed softly but nodded slightly.

“Jus’ want us to all live together.” He mumbled and hopped off the couch whilst you froze and tried your hardest to avoid looking at Mr Hotchner. You’d be lying if you were to say you’d never thought of that before, but you knew there was no chance of that ever coming to fruition. Even if not for the fact you were just a live-in nanny, making such a thing inappropriate, it just didn’t feel realistic to you for Mr Hotchner to ever return the feelings you had for him. Jack yawned and stumbled slightly as he shifted from one foot to the other, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“I’m kinda tired, can you tuck me in, (Y/n)? Please?”

“I…” now you had to look at him, to which he nodded slightly at you in approval. You smiled at Jack and rose up from the couch as well, offering your hand. “Alright, Jack-Attack. Let’s get you all ready for bed.”

You avoided Mr Hotchner’s gaze as you passed him by, following behind Jack towards his bedroom. You supervised while he brushed his teeth and waited for him to finish off his nightly routine before you entered the room to tuck the boy in. When he was settled down under his blankets, you went to straighten up but Jack grasped your hand lightly to stop you. You knelt back down, brows creased.

“What is it, bud?”

The boy pointed at his cheek and jutted out his lower lip.

“Mommy used to give me goodnight kisses, I really miss them. Could you give me one?” He asked shyly. You opened your mouth but quickly closed it again, your eyes flicking to the doorway where you noticed Mr Hotchner now stood leaning against the door frame.

“I don’t…”

“Please?”

Your eyes returned to Jack, who was watching you expectantly. You puffed out a small breath through your nose and smiled.

“Alright, you get all comfy now.” You finally said and the bright grin in return made your heart soar. When Jack was comfortable, you leaned down to press a kiss to his little forehead and pulled back.

“Night night, Jack-Attack.”

He smiled sleepily.

“G’night…”

You carefully tiptoed out of the room and skirted past Mr Hotchner as best you could, who was still standing in the doorway, and he entered the bedroom to give Jack a goodnight from himself as well. You waited outside the room, your heart racing in anticipation, and your hands curled into tight fists when he stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door quietly. He was alarmingly close, close enough that your bodies brushed against one another and you quickly stepped away to return to the living room.

“I- I think I’ll be heading off now, Mr H- Aaron.” You said, hearing his footsteps follow behind you.

“I have your check ready here.” You heard him speak, and when you had grabbed your bag and made your way to the door, you dared to turn around towards him. He was close to you once again, his eyes studying you carefully and causing you to tremble. But you merely smiled as convincingly as you could at him.

“Thank you- um, you can contact me any time if you need me again. It’s no trouble.”

The man handed over the check to you and smiled, though there was a strange glint in his eye that you couldn’t pinpoint on. You glanced away so you could put the check in your bag.

“Thank you for coming on short notice when you did. I know a lot of people, understandably, don’t usually do that sort of thing.” Mr Hotchner said, his voice warm and almost with a hint of allure. You shrugged and smiled shyly.

“I don’t mind coming to help. Um. But anyway, I’ll see you soon then, Aaron. Have a nice night-“

“-is everything alright though? With you personally?” He cut you off not impolitely, causing you to freeze. You turned back to him fully and blinked innocently.

“O-of course! I’ve just got a lot on my mind at the moment, that’s all.” You explained, but the man before you didn’t appear to take the answer as is. However, he simply nodded and hummed quietly.

“Okay… you can talk to me anytime though if you need someone to talk to, doesn’t matter what it’s about. I care about you.”

It was as though you’d swallowed a kaleidoscope of butterflies the moment you’d registered what he said, and you forced yourself to hold off from reacting in any way as much as you could. But knowing he cared about you…

“Thank you… I care about you too.”

“I know.” He smiled, which sent a jolt through your body. Alright, you really had to leave now.

You dipped your head again a little and smiled, tightening your grip on your bag as you stepped backwards.

“Okay, please do contact me if you need me. I’m gonna head home now. Good night, Aaron.”

“Get home safe.”

You rushed out as soon as you heard the locks click and your heart pounded in your chest, stressed out about the bedsheets. You felt as though he knew something had happened, but you weren’t sure if that was simply you being paranoid. Regardless though, you climbed into your car after throwing your bag on the passenger seat and set off home.

Aaron knew something was off about your body language when he’d arrived back home. And your worry over his bedsheets you’d stripped off the bed but forgotten to wash was especially suspicious to him. So while you set about cooking something for him, he retired to his room to take a shower and dress in something more casual- and see what you were stressed about.

At first, he had assumed perhaps you’d spilled something on them, but the more he unravelled them the more he began to suspect you’d partook in certain… activities. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he brought the sheets to his nose and his entire body tensed. As a man who had both been married and dated since his divorce, he now knew exactly what you’d been up to in his bed. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to focus on appearing nonchalant until you eventually left, then he would be able to think more about it.

It was easier to keep his bodily functions in check while Jack was around. Even imagining you were a family trio as he watched you interact and take care of his son. It made his feelings surrounding you both more complex and so clear; he wanted to be with you, for you to be his girlfriend instead of his live-in nanny. And it certainly didn’t help when Jack had protested to you leaving, for wanting you to give him a forehead kiss before he settled down to sleep- just as Haley used to do.

But it was wrong. He was far older than you, had a lot of baggage and a demanding job. He felt far past his prime at this point in his life as well. Then again though…

After double checking every window to make sure they were all locked, Aaron trekked through the apartment to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. He turned to face the bed, the sheets now a messy pile after he’d rummaged through them a little.

It was ridiculous, he should just wash them and say nothing about it, to not make you feel embarrassed. He sighed heavily and approached them to pick them up, only to notice something tangled up within the grey fabric, something lacy.

There was no way…

Cautiously, Aaron pulled on the lacy fabric, his brows furrowing as it stretched under the strain, until it finally released and snapped back into his hand. Oh.

There was no doubting what he had in his hands now; these were your panties. He felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants and slowly, he brought the little bit of fabric to his nose and inhaled. Fuck, you naughty girl. Aaron’s cock twitched again, beginning to strain against his boxers uncomfortably. Squeezing his growing bulge, he brought the panties back to his nose to inhale deeply again and groaned gutturally at the back of his throat. This was far from appropriate, shameful even. But as Aaron inhaled once again, he had made up his mind and struggled to pull his cock out of his clothing.

He worked his hand eagerly, he hadn’t had the time to get himself off lately, but this was an instance he just could not ignore. The scent of your panties drove him wild, knowing your arousal had dampened the fabric at one point before you’d removed them. Moaning quietly, struggling to keep his sounds to a minimum, Aaron felt his orgasm approaching rapidly with every inhale. Without giving it much thought, he then wrapped your panties around the length of his cock to jerk off with them, his thoughts running wild as he thought about you in the way he’d always secretly done so. And as his hips bucked and his cock twitched, he held the garment in front of his tip to catch the spurts of cum that erupted from him, his eyes shut tight and he rasped out your name. Somehow, he’d remained standing, but he soon lowered himself to the mattress to sit down and he reopened his eyes to assess what he’d done.

Fuck.

Thick ropes of cum had splattered onto your panties, soaking into the fabric and turning it almost slightly translucent. Aaron was still softening, but the sight made his cock twitch as he imagined how you’d look wearing your cum soaked panties before him. He scoffed quietly and shook his head. He needed to have a talk with you.

For now, he focused on cleaning up and washing your panties, hanging them up in his en suite to dry. He turned to the bed and picked up the bundle of bedsheets into his arms and carried them off to the washer. With that dealt with, he put on a fresh set of sheets on his bed and sighed deeply as he sat down. He didn’t expect sleep to come easily that night.

All day your body was filled with the roiling discomfort of anxiety to the point where you could barely focus on your work. Anytime your phone screen lit up your body would tense up and your eyes would zero in on it, both hoping and dreading it would be Mr Hotchner. So far, it hadn’t been, but the dread that it could be the next notification to arrive consumed your entire day. Before you knew it, the sun had long since begun to set below the horizon line. And that was when you finally received a text from him.

You stared at the screen. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary… perhaps you’d been worrying for nothing after all. With a shaky exhale, you quickly sent a reply back to him and rushed around to grab some clothes for an overnight bag.

Despite the unassuming text from Mr Hotchner, your stomach coiled regardless throughout the drive over to his apartment. You forced yourself to swallow your worries when you parked up, drawing in a deep breath and slowly releasing it before you stepped out of your car with your bag. It was still chilly at night, and your choice of clothing was hardly anything suitable for the outdoors. You quickly rushed into the building, passing the front desk where the evening security sat at the front desk, and you continued on upwards toward your destination. The elevator ride both felt too long and short, an uncomfortable fluttering within your chest making it hard for you to sit still. Before long, you were stepping out onto the floor and you trudged along to the correct door.

Despite owning your own keys for the apartment, you always knocked first to let Mr Hotchner, or whoever, know you were there. Shortly after you’d knocked, you heard the click of the locks and the door swung open for you, revealing the very man you both loved and now dreaded right before you. Except… he wasn’t wearing his usual put together suit and tie. Rather, he was wearing a dark blue button down and dark jeans. You blinked a few times, then smiled.

“H-hello, Mr Hotchner! I got here as soon as I could. Is Jack in bed already?” You spoke quickly, your eyes flicking around the entryway looking for the little boy who normally greeted you when he was awake.

“Come in, (Y/n). And please, call me Aaron.” Mr Hotchner’s voice rumbled, causing you to wince slightly and step inside the apartment. The door was closed behind you and you toed your shoes off while you heard him set the locks.

“Right- sorry, Aaron.”

“To answer your question: Jack is at a sleepover right now.”

Wait-

Jack wasn’t even home? They why did…

Your brows furrowed a little as you turned back to the man, the grip on your bag tightening.

“If- if Jack isn’t here then… why did you want me to come?” You asked him slowly. Mr Hotchner’s expression was unreadable and he merely signaled with his finger for you to follow him.

“There’s something I need to discuss with you.”

Oh no.

“Okay…”

Your heart was racing again, causing you to feel nauseous. You followed behind him towards the dining area where he pulled a chair out for you to sit down.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

You shook your head.

“No thank you, um. I’m… not getting fired, am I?” You mumbled, your eyes following Mr Hotchner’s movements as he pulled the chair next to you out and settling down on it. You forced yourself to look away from the way his legs were splayed out casually, temptingly.

“You left something behind,” he began, stuffing his hand into his pocket. “These are yours, I presume?”

His hand retrieved a scrap of fabric from his pocket, something you instantly recognised to be your panties. Oh god. Your mouth felt dry.

“I- y-yes, those are mine.”

Mr Hotchner’s brows were pulled together as he studied you, the intensity of his gaze intimidating.

“I thought so.”

“Wh-where did- um, where did you find them?” You dared ask, your hands beginning to tremble. His eyes narrowed.

“Tangled up in my bedsheets.” He said sharply. He made no move to hand the panties to you. “Which leads to my question: did you touch yourself the night before my return yesterday?”

Fuck. Of course he knew.

Your trembling began to intensify as your brain worked overtime to think of an answer. He watched as your mouth opened and closed a few times, words failing to pass your lips. After a moment more, you sighed and slumped, bowing your head.

“I- I did, Mr Hotchner. I’m so, so sorry for my inappropriate behaviour.” You said sincerely, your eyes stinging with shame.

“Look at me when you talk to me.”

Mr Hotchner’s tone startled you to sit up straight, lifting your head immediately. Your lower lip wobbled.

“I’m sorry, I- I know it was very wrong for me to do that! I just-“

“-you just can’t help yourself from fantasising about me. Is that right?” He cut you off.

You were frozen. This was not happening. A harsh scoff forced you to return your attention to the man sitting beside you.

“We don’t have all night, (Y/n).”

A soft sigh escaped you and your hands moved to grip the chair either side of your thighs.

“You’re right… I’m sorry, Mr Hotchner. I- I didn’t mean to develop feelings or anything for you, it just… sort of happened.” You spoke softly, on the verge of tears. You watched as Mr Hotchner’s eyes widened slightly and he quickly dropped the panties on the table to reach for your hands.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, please don’t cry. I was, uh, trying to be stern but in a… suggestive way. That clearly was a mistake on my part.” His tone was gentler now and he leaned in towards you while his thumbs rubbed against the backs of your hands.

Your breath hitched slightly.

“Wh-why would you…”

Mr Hotchner cleared his throat and averted his eyes, his lips twitching a little as he fought off a small smile.

“Well… it would be a lie if I was to say I didn’t share the same feelings for you in return.” He confessed. It was your turn for your eyes to widen, staring at him as your heart fluttered.

Now this surely wasn’t happening right now, and yet it definitely was. You didn’t realise you’d shed a tear until one of his hands let go of yours to brush away the droplet from your cheek affectionately.

Oh.

“I- you have- um, feelings for me?” You had to be sure, to confirm it was true. He nodded and grinned.

“I do, yes. Maybe it’s inappropriate to have feelings for someone I’m employing to take care of my son, especially with the age gap we have, but…” his expression hardened and his eyes narrowed. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me this whole time that I’ve known you?”

You shifted in your seat.

“M-Mr Hotchner… I-“

“-what do I have to do to get you to call me Aaron, huh?”

Aaron’s tone shift made you jolt and your cheeks felt hot as you pressed your thighs together. He was leaning forward in his chair, closer than you’d realised, and you bit your lower lip, slowly letting it slip out from between your teeth. You watched as his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back to the rest of your face and you whimpered.

“It- it’s just a force of habit… um, Aaron.” You said quietly, your heart racing. Aaron hummed and leaned even closer to speak barely above a whisper.

“It makes me feel so much older than you, but now I don’t think that’s such a bad thing, is it?”

You trembled.

“N-no…”

“Mhm. Now, come here.”

Squirming a little, you rose to your feet and tentatively closed the little space between you just as he shifted in his seat to spread his legs slightly, allowing you to stand between them shyly. Aaron hummed and lifted his hands to grip your squishy waist and pull you even closer. You squeaked and lost your balance, having to brace yourself against his shoulders. And as you glanced down in surprise, you realised his face was smushed into the top of your soft stomach- just below your breasts. He peered up at you unmoving from his position, the twinkle in his eye suggesting he was smirking. You tried pulling away, fearing you were squishing him, but he held on firmly.

“H-hey! What are-“

Aaron puffed out a breath against you and reluctantly pulled away from your body, his brows raised ever so slightly.

“Can’t I enjoy you, hm? You fit perfectly against me.” He murmured, encouraging you to straddle his lap and settle down. He hummed again. “That’s a good girl.”

Fuck. Your body froze, your stomach coiling as you gasped softly.

“A-Aaron-“

“Is this okay?”

His tone was different, more hesitant, as though worried he’d taken a step too far. A little giggle bubbled out from your chest and your body relaxed into him, your hands resting on his shoulders.

“It-it is. Sorry, I’m just a little shy and embarrassed is all.” You said softly.

Aaron cupped your cheeks and smiled.

“It’s alright, sweet girl. Will you let me kiss you?”

Your breath hitched.

“Yes.”

As he tilted his head up to lean in, you met him in the middle and your lips pressed against one another’s, your heart fluttering in your chest. Your hands tightened their grip on his shirt, scrunching the fabric between your fingers as you moved together. Only when you both needed oxygen did you finally break apart, a little breathless as you grinned at one another. Finally, all you’d wanted was him. You both merely gazed at one another, the grin on Aaron’s face causing you to giggle softly and card your fingers through his short, dark hair. He hummed softly and his entire body relaxed under your touch, but suddenly he was gripping you tightly and pulling you further onto him to straddle his lap.

“A-Aaron! What are you doing-“

“-don’t think I have forgotten why we got in this predicament, naughty girl.” Aaron rumbled, his hands now dangerously close to gripping onto your ass. You jolted slightly, eyes blown wide and you glanced to the table where your panties still lay. You swallowed thickly.

“I-I-“

Aaron tilted his head slightly and narrowed his eyes at you.

“You thought I’d just… forget, hm?” He said quietly and picked up the small scrap of fabric in his big hand, making you quiver. “Oh no, you have no idea how impossible it is for me to forget such a thing.”

You gasped when he brought them to his nose right in front of you and inhaled, but his brows furrowed and he sighed.

“I washed them, of course. But before that…”

Oh.

You squirmed.

“M-Mr Hotchner, you…”

He lifted his gaze up to your eyes and looked at you expectantly.

“Yes?”

You swallowed thickly and tightened your thighs around him.

“You… you sniffed my panties?” You asked meekly, and Aaron chuckled.

“Yes. And other things.”

“You- you’re a pervert!”

You didn’t expect Aaron’s hand to make a sharp impact with your ass, the sound resonating around the room. You squeaked and naturally, your hips jolted forward and beneath you, you felt just how much he was enjoying himself.

With your panties still in his hand, he gripped your chin lightly and pulled your face close to his.

“Ah, but so are you. You’re the one who touched yourself in my bed while I was away with work, were you not? And that was before I found your panties.”

You opened your mouth a few times, trying to think of something to say, but he continued.

“So, that makes you a pervert too, no?”

You whimpered.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr Hotchner! I-“

Aaron chuckled and slapped your ass again, enjoying the little yelp that escaped you as a result and the way your hips bucked against his erection.

“You can prove how sorry you are in my bedroom. So, off you go. By the time I get there you’d better be presenting your current pair of panties to me.”

Okay that’s as far as I got with it LMAO uhm if you wanna see more tho lemme know and I’ll try finish it! Thanks for reading yawl!

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lefteagleblizzard · 26 days ago

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ℌ𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 Mike Munroe x male reader

Summary: A request that i received: “before everything happened, Mike took a "friend" to accompany him to the cabin or something and this friend reveals himself as Mike's boyfriend in a scandalous way with a focus on what the reaction of others would be and maybe how this would affect the future.”

Tags: Male reader. He/him pronouns are used towards the reader. Secret relationship. Jealousy. Angst. Smut. Gay smut. Top Mike munroe. Dom Mike Munroe. Bottom male reader. Anal sex.

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Words count: 4500

The lodge was perched like a secret at the top of the snow-crusted mountain. Josh's voice had been bright over the phone when he invited you. Chris added some dorky joke that made Josh wheeze with laughter in the background and you knew they were just trying to include you and assist in your attempt to break out of your shell, or whatever fucking metaphor they wanted to pin on your anxiety.

You didn't say no. You should have, but you didn't. It wasn't that you hated the idea of fun like some cold-blooded loner skulking in the corner of the party, arms crossed, music too loud.

No, it wasn't that at all. It was him. The reason you spent the first three hours of the trip practically holding your breath, faking smiles that split at the edges, pulling your beanie lower so you wouldn't have to meet anyone's eyes.

Because how the fuck were you supposed to pretend? How were you supposed to watch him laugh and flex every person in the room like you didn't know the exact cadence of his breath when he came, the way his tone shifted when he whispered your name the second you two were alone?

You were Mike Munroe's boyfriend and no one knew. Now, in this thick wooden lodge that smelled like pine and old whiskey and snow- damp clothes drying by the fireplace, it felt like everyone in the room wanted him.

Emily had latched onto him the moment you stepped through the door of the big lodge, her perfectly manicured nails dragging down his arm like she'd branded it. Her laugh was loud, effortless, too loud, pitched too perfectly for every half-ass joke Mike made. She sat too close. Touched too much. Her eyes flicked to you once, just once, and dismissed you the way someone might dismiss a stain on a shirt-something unworthy, something in the way.

Jessica wasn't better. If Emily acted like she already had him, Jessica acted like she'd earn him. Every flip of her hair, every giggle, or the way she bit her lip when Mike so much as looked in her direction. It felt like needles under your skin, a hot, ugly truth trying to crawl out of your throat and scream that he's taken.

And sweet stammering Hannah, with those big eyes and pink cheeks and the way she looked at Mike like he hung the stars in the sky. She never threw herself at him. But it was obvious in every shy glance. Everyone knew Hannah liked Mike and they all let it be like it was just a natural fact of life.

Here in this big house every step felt like walking on cracked glass. You were the one who'd kissed him first, trembling in your dorm room as Mike kissed you back like he'd been dying for it.

Now you were just "one of the guys," a friend, a tag-along. Something less than a shadow. You watched Mike grin as he slung an arm around Emily's shoulder for a photo. You forced yourself to laugh when Josh teased Mike about how many girls he'd pull this week. You felt every second of it like a slow, sharp twist between your ribs.

He met your eyes across the room, once and it wasn't enough.

His eyes held regret, guilt, fear, you had no clue. All it did was remind you that you were the secret, the locked drawer in his chest no one else was allowed to open. The thing he tucked away when the lights were on, when the others were around.

You weren't even angry. Not really. You were just tired of feeling like a crime scene or something shameful and hidden. Your chest ached in a dull, familiar way, like bruises forming over old scars.

Josh and Chris had long since passed out downstairs, the competitive fire of their third whiskey-fueled "rematch" sputtering out in snoring heaps. Their absence had stripped the room of even a thin veil of decency.

You were now surrounded by the people you were supposed to be calling friends, laughter a little too sharp, smiles too curved as they plotted something that made your stomach churn.

Emily's gasp was loud and dramatic, her hand flying to her mouth with faux shock. "You did bot just do that!" she cackled.

Ashley snorted behind a cupped hand, Matt beside her looking half-aware, fingers tapping mindlessly against his leg.

"Maybe we shouldn’t do that," Sam began, voice uncertain.

"No, no, come on," Emily interrupted, spinning around on her socked heels. "Hannah's had, what? Years? Years to grow a spine and confess to Mike. And now I want him and she knows it. So what's she doing?" Her voice pitched up like she was telling a joke. "Still simpering around him like some little wounded deer."

"And we're supposed to just let her? I’m just looking out for my bestie." Jess added with a grin that didn't reach her eyes.

Sam sat beside you in the armchair, her body close, caim, something grounding in the storm of this bullshit. She didn't say anything at first. She didn't have to.

Your eyes had caught on it without realizing that she was drawing you. The way her pencil moved, the curve of your brow shaded with delicate strokes. She wasn't hiding it. Her sketchbook was cracked open like a window, showing the version of you she saw.

One quiet, pensive, maybe even strong. It felt like a lie

Your voice felt thin when you spoke

"Guys," you tried, lifting your head, "I really don't think this is a good idea."

Jess glanced at you, her eyes narrowing with curiosity, lips twitching into a crooked grin.

"Let me ask you something," she said, slowly standing, moving closer like a snake. swaying just before it strikes. "If a friend of yours showed interest in someone you liked, would you really be okay with that?"

Her tone was light, but the edge razor. There was heat under her skin. A charge in her words.

Your heart skipped a beat. That wasn't a hypothetical. That was loaded. It was too pointed. Too precise.

You opened your mouth, closed it again, the words catching in your throat like dry glass.

She suspected something.

You shifted in your seat, glancing around the room like maybe someone else had caught It, but no one did. Emily was too busy twirling a strand of hair around her finger and beaming at what was gonna happen. Ashley offered a little "mmmhm" of agreement. Sam stiffened at your side.

"I get it,” you muttered, voice tight. "Hannah probably shouldn't be acting that way with Mike. But humiliating her like this? It's not like you can control who you're into."

Jess's expression twitched, her brows lifting slightly at your words, like she heard what you meant, not what you said.

You hadn't meant for it to sound personal. But it was hard when the person in question—your man—was across the room, sitting in that big leather armchair like some movie star.

Emily crossed the room in two easy steps, all hips and calculated charm, her arms opening in a theatrical flourish. "Just because he's class president doesn't mean he's everyone's man," she said, loud and clear, meant to be heard. "Mike is my man."

Mike glanced in your direction, sharp and fast, like his body moved without his permission. Your eyes locked and in that second, you saw the crack in his armor. The guilt.

It was in the flex of his fingers against the leather. The way his mouth twitched, not into a smirk, just tightened. A breathless second passed before he moved, rising to his feet as though pulled up on strings.

Emily spun beneath his raised arm like a fairytale version of herself, hair flipping, cheeks flushed with the thrill of feeling chosen. Your gaze dropped to the carpet, stomach twisting.

You missed the moment he looked at you again.

Mike saw your head down and his stomach turned over with something hot and cold at once. He suddenly hated himself for playing along.

Finally, he let her hand go. Let it fall back to her side like it had never belonged there in the first place.

"Hey, Em." His voice was low, firm and measured. "I'm not anyone's man."

The ache in your chest had already bloomed into something bigger, like being filled up with wet cement. You couldn't move or breathe around it.

Sam stood beside you, quiet and tense, her sketchbook closed now, hands tight around it. She leaned in, her breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Please," she whispered. "Convince them to stop. This isn't right."

She walked out with purpose, calling for Hannah like she could still fix this.

Mike stepped in like a sigh of relief and a punch to the gut.

"Okay, okay," he said smoothly, a grin already curving his lips, charm dripping from him like heat off asphalt. One hand, strong and practiced fell lightly on Jess's shoulder, his fingers flexing just enough to steer her back with that calm, casual command he wielded like a weapon. "Let's all calm down, yeah?"

His voice was honeyed, warm, light, teasing and natural; it barely even sounded like he was defusing tension.

The rest of the room faded for you as Mike shifted, stepping in too close to you and the heat of him folded around you like gravity. His eyes caught yours and there was that softness again, that version of him that never showed up unless you were alone.

Both his hands lifted to your arm, settling on your bicep, palms warm through the fabric of your shirt. Thumbs brushing slow, rhythmic, like he was grounding you.

"Relax, alright?" he murmured, voice low enough that it barely carried, intimate in a way that made your spine straighten and your throat tighten. "No one's gonna do anything crazy.”

And god, his face so close you could see the gold flecks in his irises, the way his lashes dipped low over his gaze as he studied you.

You turned your face hard and sudden, your shoulder twisting away from his hands before you even realized you were doing it and you left.

Fast.

The air in the hallway hit you like ice-thinner, cleaner. Your heart was pounding, slamming against your chest like it was trying to outrun what just happened.

You didn't look back, your legs moved on their own until you found Sam halfway down the hallway, already scanning rooms like she didn't know whether she wanted to kick a door in or cry.

"I'll help," you said, voice tight and low

Her eyes turned to you and the relief was palpable. Her shoulders sagged, mouth parted in a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"Thank you," she said and it wasn't just gratitude, she looked concerned and scared for her best friend.

"I'm gonna check her room first," she added, nodding toward the end of the hall.

Then she paused briefly to glance over your shoulder before marching down the hallway.

Your footsteps had barely started echoing down the hallway when a sudden pressure at your waist stopped you. The heat of a body behind you, close enough to steal the breath from your throat.

It was the kind of grip you knew too well, the kind that had once held you against a mattress in the dark, panting, whispered against your neck like a secret: mine.

You turned slowly, heart pounding, breath catching in your throat and there was Mike.

His hand stayed on your waist, thumb brushing in a small, slow stroke against the fabric of your hoodie.

"Hey," he said, quiet, pitched low, rough at the edges. "Everything okay?"

His grin spread, charming and warm almost too much. Like he was trying to compensate for what just happened in that room.

But you didn't answer right away. You just looked at him and something in your chest cracked. Your face twitched automatically. A smile bloomed at the corners of your mouth.

The kind of smile people to say everything's fine when everything is fucking broken. It didn't reach your eyes and it tore through Mike like a slow moving bullet.

It was all you could give him and it broke him.

“You… sure about that?" His eyes searched yours. "Cause that smile's the biggest load of bullshit I've seen since Chris telling everyone he was gonna win."

You almost laughed but your throat was too tight.

You swallowed hard. "I'm fine," you said.

He tilted his head, a tiny, frustrated huff slipping from his nose. "That's strike two, baby."

The nickname hit you like a gut punch because he never said it out here.

"You keep lying to me like that," he said, his voice dipping lower, thick and so close to a growl. "I'm gonna have to do something about it."

He tried to laugh, stepping closer to get rid of the space between you, the scent of him wrapping around you instantly. Spice, pine, the leftover sweetness of that expensive cologne he only wore when he wanted to impress you. His hand at your waist slid a fraction higher, slow and deliberate. Fingers dragging along the hem of your hoodie.

His other hand rose, fingers brushing just under your jaw, thumb gliding over the soft skin beneath your ear while his gaze dropped to your mouth.

His voice dropped, thick with suggestion and something darker, hotter beneath the tease. "Need some help to relax?"

His grin was there, lopsided and full of the usual boyish charm he was equipped with.

His lips landed on your cheek with a ridiculous sound, exaggerated and playful.

"Mike!" you hissed, voice cracking, cheeks flushing hot as your eyes darted past his shoulder like some part of you still had enough self-preservation to worry.

But he didn't give a shit or even pretend to stop.

Another kiss landed, higher this time and nearer to your cheekbone. Another just under your eye. Then one at the corner of your mouth, so fucking close and his laughter spilled out, rich and warm and filled with mischief.

"Shit," he chuckled against your skin, "you still get this shy, huh?"

His lips lingered more with each kiss, hungrier. Your skin was at this point flushed hot, tingling beneath each wet press of his mouth and that was all the confirmation he needed.

He kept going with slow kisses against your neck now, breath hot against your throat as he chased the pulse hammering there. Your voice came again, small and flat, barely a whisper

"Mike… quit it." But it wasn't the way you usually said it. Not full of laughter or breathy affection. There was a dullness to it, heavy and tired, eyes locked down at the floor like it could hide the truth leaking out of your mouth.

Mike's jaw flexed. He bit the inside of his cheek, irritation blooming in his chest, never at you, but at the ache in your voice and at the silence he'd let grow between you.

His grip shifted, stronger now, hand sliding from your waist to your wrist as he walked backward and pulled you with him, not stopping when you offered the barest resistance, not even hesitating. He reached the first nearby door, shoved it open with the heel of his boot and yanked you in.

The soft click of the latch felt like a gunshot. Then your back hit the door with a low thud, Mike's body pressing against you, crowding you against the wood.

You gasped, barely audible and to Mike it sounded like a green light.

Your breath came in fast pants, shallow and shivery as his chest pressed firm to yours. His nose brushed your temple, hair tickling your cheek. Heat poured off from him like a furnace, sweat beginning to build where your skin touched, clothes sticking.

You were mentally somewhere else and he didn't like that.

His lips dragged slow along the edge of your jaw, hot and wet and deliberate, trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, letting his breath linger on every patch of skin he painted with his tongue. He scraped you gently with his teeth, kissed where it hurt.

He groaned low against your throat, grinding forward again as if to underline the problem he was dealing with in his pants. His voice was rough velvet as he mumbled against your lips, a grin curling up as he kissed the corner of your mouth. "You not in the mood or somethin'?"

A teasing bite to your bottom lip. Light and testing.

Your hesitation was too long but you did answer. Quietly.

"It's not that…"

A wicked smirk twitched onto his lips like a reflex. "So you do wanna fuck,” he murmured.

You grinned barely. Small. Brief. But it was there. A twitch of heat in your expression.

Mike exhaled through his nose, just a bit, his forehead still pressing against yours as his hands cupped your jaw. One thumb stroked over your cheek. His voice was softer now, lower but still thick with heat, brushing your lips with every word.

"What's goin' on inside that pretty head, huh?" he murmured. He didn't stop holding you. Didn't pull back. His breath was hot on your lips, mouth parted and kiss-swollen, but he waited. Waited for you to give him something real.

You swallowed hard. Your throat worked, voice caught there behind the burn and weight of your emotions but you forced it out anyway.

"I just… I feel like your friends don't really like me. Y'know?"

A pause.

"And there's so many people here who think of you as a prize, Mike. It makes me feel like this isn't even real."

Mike didn't flinch, something in him snapped. His fingers curled under your chin and tilted your face up. His eyes burned into yours, all lazy charm gone. Gone Replaced with something raw, possessive and protective.

“I hate that you feel this way. I know that i joke too much and play it cool out there. I should’ve told them weeks ago.”

He pulled you back by the shoulders so he could look at you again.

“What we have it's not fragile. It's messy, yeah, sometimes stupid. But I wouldn't risk this for anything."

You felt your chest tighten. Mike leaned in again, his mouth brushing yours.

"And come on. You think I'd be this hard for anyone else?" he breathed, grinding slowly again against your thigh, his girth dragging along your body with every word. "Think I'd be losing my fucking mind if you weren't here? You drive me crazy, baby. No one else does that. That's what you do to me, baby. Every fucking time."

His mouth found your neck again, licking a slow stripe up your throat before biting, hard enough to make you hiss.

Your head fell back against the door with a thud. He pressed up against you harder and your legs parted instinctively, hips canting forward to meet the roll of his.

His beard scratched at your skin, deliciously rough, the friction sending shocks through your spine as he groaned low and deep, the sound vibrating through you.

"You know how long I've wanted to have you like this tonight?" he whispered, voice cracking with need. "Back in that room… I saw the way you looked at me when I didn't say shit. And I hated myself for making you feel like you were nothing."

His teeth grazed your neck and you whimpered, in turn earning a chuckle from him, kissing that sound right off your throat.

"I missed the way you sound when I'm deep inside you and you're trying not to beg." His hand left your ass only to return lower this time, pushing between your thighs, cupping you through your jeans, palm rough and equipped with fingers spreading wide.

"You remember last week?" he breathed. "When you were on your knees in the locker room for me? We couldn't even wait to get home. Had your mouth wrapped around my cock in no time, eyes all wide like a good slut."

You shuddered. Fuck. He was right. "I couldn't even keep quiet," he groaned, grinding into you again, cock jerking between you. "Had to bite my damn fist so I wouldn't moan your name loud enough to echo."

He pressed his forehead to yours now, eyes burning into you, pupils blown out while his hand stid up your shirt, hot and possessive, dragging against your abdomen, past your chest, fingers grazing a nipple to watch you twitch.

Your jeans were shoved past your thighs with no patience, letting them crumple around your ankles as he kissed you like a starving animal, teeth that took hold of your lower lip and tugged before he ducked down to kiss a path along your throat, biting, sucking and marking.

You tilted your head back, hissing through clenched teeth. His fingers dipped between your cheeks, spreading and pressing against your hole through your underwear before impatiently hooking the thin material to drag it down.

You gasped when a familiar intrusion was detected, knees buckling, hands flying to the back of his head, grabbing messy fists of his hair as he groaned into you.

He spit directly onto his hand to breach you, working you open with slow, calculated thrusts that had your thighs shaking.

"Fuck, Mike—”

"Yeah?" he panted, eyes dark as he looked down at you. "What's that, baby? Need more?"

Another finger slid up, two of them now pressing against your hole, slicked from his spit and pushed in together. You choked on your own moan, head slamming back against the wall as your hole fluttered around him.

"God, fuck," you breathed, nails digging into his scalp.

"That's it," he groaned. "Squeeze me, baby. Fuckin' love how tight you are."

He fingered you hard with deep thrusts, curling his fingers to rub that spot inside you he knew would make you whimper.

There was barely any time to blink before he spun you around and bent you over the side of the bed, chest to the sheets, ass high, hole wet and ready. You heard the rustle of fabric, his jeans and boxers shoved down in one frantic motion.

The head of his cock landed against your hole, hot and thick and leaking, smearing pre all over your rim.

You pushed back instinctively, desperate, whining. Mike gripped your hip, hard enough to bruise and shoved in.

One hard, brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, thick cock stretching you open so fast it burned.

You shouted, voice caught between pain and need and he groaned loud behind you, head dropping forward.

"Fuuuck-God, you take it so good," he panted.

He started fucking you the second you gave him the signal you were ready. hard, fast thrusts that had the bed creaking under you, his hips slamming into your ass with wet, slapping sounds. His cock dragged against your walls perfectly, every vein rubbing against your insides and wrecking you.

Your hands clawed at the sheets, fingers curled in tight fists as you moaned into the mattress. He grunted behind you with every thrust.

"You love how I fuck you. Say it." He growled, leaning over you, his chest pressing to your back, voice hot in your ear.

You gasped, sweat dripping from your forehead, your body shaking as he fucked you harder, deeper.

"S-say it—"

"I love it," you moaned. "Fuck, Mike, I love—don't stop—"

He growled, biting your shoulder, fucking you so deep your toes curled, dragging you back onto his cock with both hands gripping your hips, fucking you like he meant to split you open, balls slapping your ass with every brutal thrust.

The tightening in your abdomen, dick twitching under you, untouched but aching. "Gonna cum, baby?" he grunted.

"Yes—yes—fuck—" He reached under you, jerking your cock with the same savage rhythm he was fucking you with, fist sliding up and down as your whole body tensed when the limit was reached, spurting across the sheets in thick ropes, ass clenching around Mike's cock like a vice.

And he soon followed you. Hot and thick. Spilling inside you in heavy, shuddering spurts, his hips twitching with every wave as he buried his face in your neck and groaned your name.

The silence afterward was thick. You laid there, sprawled across the bed, chest heaving, body boneless, glistening with sweat, streaked with Mike's cum and your own. The sheets were ruined beneath you, stained and crumpled and far, far from innocent. Your legs were still splayed, too lazy to close, too drunk on everything he'd just given you.

You didn't bother covering yourself. Couldn't, really. Even the air was too warm.

Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, jeans only halfway zipped, still shirtless, bare chest flushed, muscles glistening. He leaned down over you, dropping loud and chaste kisses across your chest, obnoxious on purpose, wet and smacking. His grin stretched against your skin between each kiss.

"You're such a mess right now." He muttered, voice low and lazy, dragging his mouth to your nipple and licking it once, slow and hot.

You rolled your eyes, laughing breathlessly, fingers carding through his sweat-damp hair. "Asshole."

He grinned wider. "You loved every second of it."

Another kiss, right over a blooming bruise he'd left earlier.

A sound was barely registered at first due to how quick it was. You were too high off him and relaxed.

A gasp. It slipped into the air like a ghostly breath and the moment it reached your ears, it swelled, filling them entirely.

Ashley's voice, halfway to a whisper, but instantly sharp. "Mike? Are you here—oh—oh my God—"

Everything slammed into motion. Your body tensed under Mike's immediately, like a live wire yanked from the wall. You turned your head so fast your neck cracked, locking on the door where Ashley stood with Matt behind here, pale-faced and frozen, mouth open mid-word.

And he shouted too the second he realized what he and her had stumbled into when they were sent by Emily to search for Mike. "Oh! Fuck! Jesus! We're—we're sorry—"

Ashley backed up, hand flying to her face, babbling fast, her voice already rising. "Oh my God—oh my God, I didn't—I'm so sorry—oh God, we didn't know—"

"Fuckin'—GET OUT!" Mike barked, already grabbing the crumpled sheet from beside you and yanking it over your waist, shielding your lower half as he stood, chest heaving, voice snapping like a whip.

His body was between you and the door now, wide and furious.

But the door was still open and you saw Hannah peeking in at the back.

Her eyes found yours immediately and you couldn't even breathe.

She looked like someone had slapped her. Face drained white. Mouth parted, the whole picture clicking into place.

You could barely hear anything over the pounding in your ears when she turned and ran away.

The door finally slammed shut by Mike, rattling in its frame as silence dropped like a hammer.

You were shaking Heart still jackhammering. Sheet pulled tight to your chest. Breath shallow.

Mike turned back. His chest was rising fast, hair stuck to his forehead. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something but his eyes, when they locked on yours, were full of panic and devastation.

You tried to speak and nothing came out as well.

Mike dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, hands sliding to your thighs, gripping tight and dropping his forehead to press it to your knee.

His voice came out wrecked. "I'm so fucking sorry." The silence swallowed it.

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prettypinkporkchop · 4 months ago

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hay, can you make an embry call x reader where he was a fuck boy before the imprint but afterwards he becomes super in love with her but she still feels insecure with him pleasee, and a smut at the end

Pure

Embry smiles at the girl who's flirting with him at the party. He leans against the tree with an arm over her head, closing her in. His fingers touch her hair. "Hm, wanna go somewhere?" He smiles.

She smirks and takes his hand. "Let's go."

The routines for Embry are work, party, find a girl, feel lonely, and work some more. Jacob and Quil at the car shop have to tell him to calm down often.

The next morning, Embry's tired eyes roamed the shop while trying to find a certain tool.

"Ya know, you'd have a lot more energy if you weren't partying and sleeping around like a dumb little human fuck boy." Quil snorts behind him.

Embry smiles and turns around. "At least I get some."

Quil rolls his eyes. "It would be much better if you just waited for the imprint."

Embry's gut turns. The thought of an imprint scares him. He's not the type to take things seriously. He fucks and leaves, that's his thing.

---

Your coworker, Jessica, begged and begged you to come to this party. You're so not a party goer. You sit on your bed staring at her texts that beg you. Everyone at the store is going (besides your old lady boss). You feel pressured to go. You don't want to be left out. You also don't want to be the girl in her twenties that hasn't ever been to a party.

You decided to go, and Jess came to pick you up. She encouraged you the whole way there and noticed you guys going to the rez.

She sees you looking around and smirks. "The native guys are the hottest."

You arrive in a spot in the woods. There's a good bit of people there and a fire. There's a cooler with drinks and some string lights in the trees. It's not dark out yet. You take a deep breath and step out.

"You made it!" Angela perks up grabbing your arm.

You giggle and touch her hand. "Yeah, I guess I'm gonna test this party life."

"Girl.." She leans into your ear, "there are so many hot people here, I'm gonna bust." She laughs.

"Good gravy." You softly shove her face away.

After a few minutes of you standing there awkwardly beside Jessica, a truck pulls up. Inside are two guys, and there are a few other ones in the back. They jump out, and the partiers start hollering.

"The life of the party is here!" One guy from inside the truck yells.

One of them looks. He instantly catches your eye. He has on a flannel and looks... gosh damn. He feels his eyes on you, and he looks your direction, instantly locking eyes.

Oh, god. The emotions you feel. You want to scream. You want to kiss him. In fear, you want to run away. There's no way this guy likes you, right?

You finally look away and catch the guys behind him touching his shoulders and looking at each other.

He doesn't pay any mind to them as his gaze is locked on you. He strides over towards you, and it's like everything surrounding him is fuzzy. His walk seems so determined. His eyes are dangerous. The closer he gets, the more your heart races.

He finally steps close enough to you:

You watch as his eyes move around your face. You feel self conscious but you try to hide it for the sake of getting through the night with your coworkers.

"I'm y/n!" You extend a hand.

He smiles and takes it in his. "Embry Call."

The feeling of his hand in yours is extremely warm and powerful. You have a knowing feeling in your gut that this man is not just for tonight.

"Embry!" A girl grabs his arm. "Hey." She smiles.

He looks down at her and gulps. "Hey, uh.." He glances at you for a moment before grabbing her wrist and walking away with her.

Your heart feels like it shattered, and you don't know why.

"Ooh, you caught the fuck boy's attention." Jess steps beside you. "I wouldn't do it. He does a hit and dip. Not worth your time. You're too pure." She explains.

The whole party was him avoiding you, watching him closely while he steals glances. Girls keep talking to him, but he's shrugging them off and going back to the boys.

But now, people are leaving, it's getting late, and you're sleepy. Jess notices and comes to your side.

Suddenly, Embry is jogging towards he. He stops in front of you, and the tension is wild. "You leaving?" He towers over you.

You nod your head in response, totally blushing.

He takes out his phone and hands it to you. "Number?" He raises an eyebrow with a smile.

Jessica scoffs and crosses her arms. You ignore her and type your number in. You hand it back to him.

She takes your wrist and drags you along to her car.

"Bitchhh, you sober?" She asks you.

"Yup." You reply.

She doesn't say a word, just hands you her keys. You drive back to her house and she gets comfortable in bed.

"Thanks for coming." She slurrs, already about to sleep.

You laugh and take your keys going to your car in her driveway. You head home.

---

Number: Hey, it's Embry.

Your heart pounds as you read the message, remembering everything from last night.

You: Hey. Hungover?

You get up from bed and go into the kitchen. Your phone buzzes.

Number: nope. I don't get drunk.

You raise an eyebrow. Hmm.

You: drink too much you're so immune? Lol

Number: something like that.

---

It's been a few days of you both texting. He asked earlier to come over. You made dinner for you both. You are trying your hardest to not get attached to a fuckboy who's gonna break your heart. But something inside is burning with want, love, and interest. It's scaring you, but Yolo. You're going to see about this.

You set the plates on the table with food you cooked. There's a knock on your door. "It's open!" You yell.

It opens and in steps Embry. He's in a T-shirt and jeans. He smiles and steps toward you in the kitchen. "You know, you should keep that door locked." He chuckles.

You blush as you look at his face and everything about him. "Well, maybe." You smile.

He chews the inside of his bottom lip before grabbing your arms gently to pull you into his chest. His arms wrap around you and his thumb rubs your shoulder. He rests his chin on your head.

This takes you by surprise, but the spark and butterflies you feel are absolutely undeniable. You can't help but instinctively wrap your arms around him in return, the feeling being natural.

He pulls away and looks down at you. "Thanks for the dinner." He smiles.

"It's no problem! I figured it would be a great add to the 'getting to know each other' conversation." You giggle.

"Well, it sure is perfect." He sits down in the chair with a plate in front of it.

You follow his movements and see his eyes sending flares into yours. You hold your breath before breathing out. "So, Embry. I heard you're a bit of a player. Tell me about it." You smirk and lift your fork, taking a bite of the food.

He breathes in deeply and tilts his head quickly, seeming a bit ashamed. "I figured you'd ask that. I'm not gonna lie, yeah. But I can honestly say, after meeting you, I feel no attraction to anyone else." He takes a bite of the food.

His straightforwardness caught you off gaurd. Your cheeks flush and get hot. Your heart is beating so fast. You're stuck in place looking at him.

"Oh, sorry. Too blunt?" He makes an awkward face. "I don't know how to do this.." He let's out a breathy laugh.

You smile, realizing this guy is trying. "No, no. I understand this is new for you. I appreciate the honesty and opening up." You take a bite.

After eating and talking about each other, you guys get more comfortable. More laughter, getting closer. For some reason, you have the feeling to trust him to change for you. He seems so genuine. Plus, he's not trying to get in your pants, like at all. You both end up on the couch, talking some more about interests and such.

Suddenly, he checks his smartwatch. "Dang it. I have to go." He looks up at you with sorry eyes.

"No, no! You're good." You smile, but internally scream, 'DON'T LEAVE!'.

"This job has me working most nights." He looks down before standing up.

You stand up too and give him a quick hug.

---- a couple days later --

You pull your jacket sleeves over your hands due to it being so cold outside. All of these guys at the bonfire are either in regular shirts or no shirt at all. You notice they all have this tattoo on your shoulder.

"Embry.." You lean in to his ear and whisper.

He takes your knee and looks at you with concern.

"Why are they all shirtless? It's freezing out here." You shudder.

He smiles and pats your knee. "Just uh, Billy Black is about to call everyone around. Let him explain." He whispers back.

You notice Emily, one of the women you just met, is smiling at you. You smile back awkwardly.

Then it begins. You learn it all. You know. Billy explains everything. It all is making too much sense. You look across the fire to see Renesmee smiling at you. You realize... the newest discovery are hybrids. Oh, my gosh.

"Embry.. I'm gonna be sick." You grab his hand.

He holds onto you. "You're okay. You're safe. Do you need to run inside?" He asks.

The sound of his voice and the feeling of being safe from vampires calms your nerves. The vomit goes down, and your heart is slowing just a bit. Your head is a bit dizzy as you're taking in this information.

"Hey, y/n, new girl." You look up to see Paul looking over you. "You alright? Was it too much?" He smiles.

Rachel whispers something in his ear that makes him shut up. Embry scowls at him. "I'm trying my best here." Embry says to him.

--- a few weeks later --

Being an imprint has made life a lot better for you. Jessica has now accepted him (without knowing the big secrets). He brings you lunch and roses at work. He's so sweet, gentle, and nerdy.

But there's something bothering you. Something that has stopped you from actually... sleeping with him.

His past.

He's patrolling tonight, but he always comes over after and stays until you fall asleep. You're in bed when the door opens. Embry.

He's shirtless and in shorts. His abs and muscles are heavy in view. He smiles at the sight of you comfortable in his t shirt and in the blankets. "Well, I like the view." He crosses his arms looking over you.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Get in bed, loser." You smile.

He chuckles and lays down beside you, pulling you onto his chest. "Was your day okay?" He asks.

"Yeah, it was easy. How was yours?" You ask.

"Pretty simple. Ever since that big thing with Renesmee a couple of years ago, things have been chill." He kisses your forehead.

You lean up and kiss his lips, something that you've been doing more recently. He grabs your arm, pulling you more into his lips and kisses you back. You wrap your fingers in his hair and softly tug. He smiles against your lips before biting your bottom lip gently.

"You're gonna kill me if you keep doing this to me." He looks in your eyes while smiling.

You blush and peck his lips quickly before settling back onto his chest. "Embry, can I talk to you?" You ask.

"Anything. Anything at all, my love." He looks down at you.

"I.. I am sorry about never going past the making out." You whisper.

"Hmm?" He pulls you back to look in your eyes. "Baby, your pace is your pace. I'm going along. This is about you." He whispers.

You can't help but tear up.

"Baby.." He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. "What's going on?" He asks.

"Your past, it... it haunts me. I'm jealous. It makes me sad, and it makes me insecure about myself." You gulp.

"My love," he tilts your chin up, "if I could change it, I would. But those girls will never, ever compare to you. I'm so in love with you. It hurts." He says everything with truth in his eyes. "I will give you my phone, everything. Anything. I can prove everything to you that I'm truthworthy. I'm yours and your everything." He whispers.

"Embry," you smile and sniffle, "I don't need your phone." Your smile fades. "I just want to be just as good in bed as them girls." You admit.

He bites his lip. "My love, I can promise you, it's going to be perfect. You give me reactions just by looking at me. Something no woman has ever done." He pushes hair behind your ear. "But, I'm never going to ask, push, or anything. The timing is up to you."

His words snap something inside of you. Your pupils dilate and you push him back and crawl on top of him.

"Oh," he grips your thighs about to say something else, but you interrupt him by kissing him roughly.

He kisses back immediately, one hand finding the back of your head and tangling in your hair. He hums in the kiss. You start to grind on him through his shorts and your pajama shorts. He moans and pulls away. He flips you both over and lowers down to in between your legs. He looks up at you.

"May I?" He hooks his fingers in your shorts and panties.

You nod, and he pulls them off. He grabs your calves and lifts your legs up while leaving your feet planted on the bed. His eyes look up to you. Your heart is racing, feeling exposed to him. Vulnerable but with so much trust.

He dips down, his tongue sliding up between your folds. The contact shocks you, and you buck your hips, moaning. He grabs your hips gently and holds you down, his tongue working on your bundle of nerves. You're a moaning mess, your hands grabbing on his hair and shoulders.

He pulls away and looks up at you, your wet is on his chin. "You're so beautiful. You taste amazing." His hand rubs your thigh.

You gulp and blush, breathing heavily in an aching need.

"I'm gonna use my fingers now. Is that okay?" He asks.

You nod quickly, in desperation.

He smirks and dips down again. His lips suctioning on your clit, he enters two fingers. You gasp and whimper.

"Shit.." You hiss.

His fingers move at a great pace. You start getting close, feeling your high coming up. He can feel you clenching around his fingers, so he speeds up a bit. You moan louder, a sound that makes him hum against you. You let go, finishing on his mouth and fingers. Your body shakes, and he uses his free hand to keep you in place. He slows down, still going, letting you ride it all out.

You pant and gulp, never have you ever felt pleasure from another man like that. "Fuck." You say.

He removes his fingers and sits up, looking down at you. Lust and love in his eyes. "I love you." He whispers and unbuttons his shorts.

You've never seen him, but from grinding against him a bit ago, he's definitely blessed.

He pulls his shorts and boxers down, his cock springing up.

"That's gotta be 9 inches..." You stare with wide eyes.

He throws his head back, laughing. "Close." He winks and crawls over you. "As much as I love you in my shirts, we gotta take it off." He smiles.

You quickly pull it off, your breasts exposed.

He let's his hand grip one of them, his thumb rubbing over the nub that is hard. "God.. I've never seen such perfection." He gulps.

He leans down and kisses you softly. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back with passion. He pulls away, "condom?" He asks.

You think for a moment. "Did you ever raw dog those women?" You smirk.

He raises his eyebrows and shakes his head. "Uh, uh. Nope. You'd be my first unless you want a condom." He replies.

"Just.. go at it." You smile and dig your nails in his shoulders, too eager to wait any more seconds.

"Got it." He slides inside, bottoming out.

You feel his length and girth stretch you a bit. You can't stop moaning as he moves inside of you. He plants kisses on your chest and neck, whispering sweet words to you.

"God, you're tight." He picks his head up and looks down at you. "Wanna cum again?" He smiles.

You nod and wrap your legs around him. His hand dips down, he uses his thumb on your clit, doing soft and slow circles.

It hits you again. "Oh, fuck!" You cry out.

He picks up the pace, growling and watching you finish for the second time. His other hand grips under your thigh to lift your leg and hit your g spot.

You cry out and completely convulse under him.

"Mm, you're so good." He whispers.

You clenching around him makes him groan. "I'm gonna cum, baby." He warns.

You nod, completely out of breath and leaving your high.

He pulls out and cums all over your stomach, moaning softly. "Best sex ever, baby." He breathes out, holding himself up with his arms.

You giggle and peck his lips. "I love you." You smile.

He laughs. "I love you, too. God dang, that was..." he's trying to compose himself. Eventually, he stands up. "Let me get you in the bath, my love." He puts his boxers back on.

You lie on your back, waiting for him while he runs your bath.

This is forever.

#twilight #embry call #jared cameron #jacob black #seth clearwater #paul lahote #twilight wolfpack #sam uley #quil ateara #leah clearwater #embry call x reader

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little-diable · 6 months ago

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Kinktober 5 - Harvey Specter

Finally time for the next Kinktober drabble! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🖤 Toys 🖤

Warnings: 18+, smut, edging, semi public/bathroom, use of toys in public

Pairing: Harvey Specter x fem!reader (800 words)

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header by my love @theanythingbuthuman

She was struggling. Pearls of sweat were sticking to her forehead while deep breaths were sucked into her lungs. This had been going on for hours, hours where she had been pushed closer and closer towards the edge, only for the tortuous vibrations to stop seconds before she could cum.

(Y/n) hated herself for giving in to her husband’s games and she hated him for knowing her body all too well. And yet she didn’t find it in herself to ask him to stop, addicted to the lust thumping through her veins and the almost painful pulsing of her bundle of nerves. Even though she wanted to kick the point of her heel against Harvey’s shin, set on wiping the knowing smirk right off his lips, she found excitement in the way he looked at her with knowing eyes.

Jessica kept speaking, explaining a new case to (y/n), Harvey, Mike, and Lewis, but god, she couldn’t care less about whatever her boss was sharing. All (y/n) tried to do was sit calm, breathe normally and focus on not making a fool of herself. She counted the seconds passing by, tried to switch her gaze between Harvey and Jessica, all until the vibrations started again.

Her body grew tense, teeth brushing along her lower lip to stop any sounds from leaving her. She could only be grateful for the distraction of the others, not picking up on the way (y/n) was close to losing it. Harvey’s eyes flickered back to her the second he upped the strength of the vibrations, fully enjoying the way (y/n) had to tighten the grip her hands had on the armrests of the chair, how her posture was all too tense. She was close, ready to give in after hours of torture, but he wouldn’t let her cum when others were around, not for now at least.

The vibrations stopped seconds before she could let go, drawing an inaudible whimper from (y/n), whose eyes fluttered close for a moment or two to collect herself. But the second Jessica ended the meeting, she was out of the room, rushing towards the bathroom - very well knowing that her husband would follow her any moment now.

Her eyes found her reflection in the mirror, allowing (y/n) to study herself, her wide pupils and her slightly swollen lips, before the vibrations set in again. She clung to the edge of the sink, didn’t even look up as Harvey stepped into the bathroom before locking it behind himself, “I have to say, I’m impressed, baby.”

“Fuck you!” Her voice dripped with anger and desperation, words that drew a gritty chuckle from Harvey. A moan managed to claw through (y/n) as he pressed himself against her back, with one arm finding the sink to keep her trapped, while the other held onto the remote. His lips found the back of her neck, kissing the spots that made her skin burn as the vibrations grew stronger. “Please, Harvey, let me cum, I can’t do this any longer.”

“Mhm, are you sure you want it?” He was toying with her, letting her hold onto one last invisible string while her pulsing bundle grew more and more overstimulated. A delicious kind of pain was clinging to her, whispering to her to hold on and drag it out even longer, but her mind clung to the upper hand, whimpering to her husband.

“I need it, need it badly. Please, Harvey.” Tears were about to roll down her cheeks, a sight Harvey couldn’t help but chuckle at. She looked at him in the mirror, studying his smirk and the adoration swimming in his eyes. And with one last kiss pressed to her neck, he murmured a soft “Cum for me, baby”.

White flashes buzzed through her body, leaving her trembling as she came. Relief stuck to her, a sensation so sweet (y/n) couldn’t stop herself from whimpering again. Harvey held onto her, stabilising her trembling frame while her orgasm slowly let go of her.

“That was pure torture.” (Y/n)’s whispers made him chuckle in delight once again. Harvey slowly turned his wife in his grasp to look down at her before pressing a kiss to her swollen lips.

“We both know you love it, baby.”

#Harvey Specter smut #Harvey Specter x reader #little-diables kinktober24 #Harvey Specter #suits #kinktober

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gurugirl · 1 year ago

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Pervert

sugardaddy!harry x yn

Summary: This is a flashback (before he and Romy split) based on this request. Harry calls Y/n to his office in the middle of a workday.

Word Count: 3k+

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating (technically), public sex (sort of), a touch of degradation kink

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Y/n was in the elevator with coffee from Starbucks for Harry and Sean and their guests. She had two trays balanced in her palms and the strap from her gorgeous new purse from Harry, hanging from her shoulder.

She bit her lip thinking about the man she shouldn’t be thinking of like she was. She knew he was married and it was just an arrangement but she was so far gone for him. And he’d said so many things that got to her. That had her head playing his words over and over and over again. How much he missed her between meet-ups, how he wished she could stay in his house with him so he could have her when he wanted. The way they’d just sit and talk for hours. The way he’d wind his eyes over her face with his gentle gaze, his fingers softly brushing over her jaw or her cheekbone before he’d kiss her. It had her insides glowing hot.

When the elevator had made it to the office floor the doors slid open as Y/n stepped out but she didn’t get far. Hands clutched her forearms under the coffee trays and walked her backward into the elevator, “Let me help.”

Harry pulled a tray from her hand and then scooped her in by the back of her head and smashed his mouth against hers wetly as the doors closed behind them.

He wasted no time in getting his tongue against hers and making her feel blurry and faint.

“Needed to do that all day,” Harry leaned his forehead to hers, “You’re wearing the dress I bought you.”

She smiled, “Well everything I wear these days is something you bought me.”

“Harry pushed himself off of her and looked down at the fit of it on her, “I suppose that’s true. That doesn’t mean I don’t love seeing you in things I paid for. God, you’re gorgeous.”

The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to Jessica standing there, “Oh! The elevator doors must have closed on you two. Need help?” She eyed the trays and then Harry.

“Oh, we’ve got it. I noticed she was struggling so I came to help her but the doors closed behind me,” he laughed, “But thank you, Jessica.”

Y/n and Harry slipped past Jessica as she got into the elevator.

“That was close, Mr. Styles.” Y/n teased.

“Come to my office after this meeting. Okay?” He pushed the entry door open to let her pass him with the coffee tray.

“Sure. Whatever you want, sir.”

She walked into the conference room and gave everyone their order before quietly leaving. Harry watched her on her way out. He was quickly letting himself get too attached to the girl. But he wasn’t sure he could help it.

An hour later Y/n watched as Harry walked past her desk to his office. He glanced at her as he did so and she quickly got up from her spot to follow him.

“Close the door.” Harry took his suit jacket off and sat down on the couch as he watched Y/n shut the door.

“Now come here.”

She complied, walking toward where he sat and stood opposite the coffee table in front of him.

“Turn around for me. Let me see how pretty this looks.”

She cracked an embarrassed smile and turned around for him before giggling and looking down at her shoes.

“What’s underneath?”

“Mm…” she thought back to what she’d put on that morning, “The yellow lacy panties and bra from Saint Laurent.”

Harry leaned forward, his elbows on his thighs, “Take the dress off. I want to see.”

She swallowed, “Uh? Here? Should I lock the door?” She looked toward his office door and then back at him.

Harry laughed and got up, walking past Y/n to lock his door.

“Now it’s locked. Show me what’s mine, Y/n.” He walked to stand before her.

She felt hot all over as she stepped out of her heels and then began to unzip the back of her dress, letting the fabric fall down her torso before she caught it, and slowly stepped out to drape it over his coffee table.

“Fuck,” he spoke under his breath as he walked around her, taking in all of her skin and the pretty fabric of the set he’d bought her.

He stepped behind her, his hands starting at her shoulders and slowly moving down her chest and over her breasts before he lowered his mouth to her neck and began to softly run his lips over her skin making her sigh.

“Every time I see you in such pretty panties looking so feminine and put together, it just makes me want to ruin you. Can I ruin you, baby? Can Daddy take what he wants from you?”

She whimpered softly as she leaned her head back into his shoulder, “You can have whatever you want, Daddy.”

Harry smiled into Y/n’s neck as he pulled away from her and began to undo his pants. She turned to watch what he was doing and his eyes were already on her.

When his zipper was down he reached for her hip and pulled her in before he smoothed his hand down to her crotch, rubbing circles over her lace-covered clit. He could feel the moisture seeping through already.

“Filthy thing. Getting these expensive panties all wet, dirtying them,” he dredged his fingers up and down, her arousal, making his fingers slick as she moaned softly, “Do you know these cost more than Jessica makes in a whole week? And here you are just making a mess inside of this delicate, hand-stitched, Italian fabric.”

He tsk’d at her as he as he watched her eyes. He loved it when she started to melt for him, “Daddy buys all these pretty things for you and this is how you treat them?”

She inhaled and balled her fists to her sides to keep herself from reaching for his arms or his shoulders to hold on to, “Sorry, Daddy.”

Harry nodded, “That’s okay baby. I know you can’t help it when you’re around me. Like an excited puppy who needs potty training. Isn’t that right?”

His demeaning words were spoken low and quietly as he continued slipping his fingers over the panties, spreading her arousal all over the front.

“I just really want you.”

“Well, you have me already. What is it you want right now?”

She let out a shaky breathy and her rounded eyes fluttered when he switched from using his fingertips to glide over her panties to his knuckles, creating more friction, “You. I just want you. Whatever you want. Anything.”

Harry licked his lips. He loved the sound of that. And he knew she would let him do anything. That was the thing about Y/n. She loved it all. She liked it rough and soft and painful and slow. She never said no even when he gave her so many chances. She liked everything. She was perfect for him.

“Since we have to be quiet and quick I can’t do what I really want to do to you right now. Do you know what I want to do to you right now?”

She shook her head as Harry dropped his hand away from her pussy and walked toward his couch before sitting.

“Come here into Daddy’s lap and I’ll tell you what you deserve. What I’d do if no one could hear us.”

She felt her limbs buzzing as she followed after him and climbed into his lap, straddling his thighs with hers. Harry lifted his hips and pulled his hot, angry cock from its confines.

“I’d make you bend over the desk and tie your hands down and your legs apart, tied at the ankles so you were just spread out for me and at my disposal.” He nudged the wet fabric at her crotch to the side and pushed a finger into her entrance slowly as he watched her swallow harshly.

“I’d use whichever hole I wanted at different times. First your cunt,” he punctuated as he jammed his long middle finger inside of her deep making her coo softly. “I’d use your wet hole to fuck into and please myself. Get myself off while you are immobile and grunting and whining.”

Harry’s palm smeared over her clit as he pulsed his finger in and out of pussy, “I’d dump my come deep inside your tummy and make sure it was all fucked inside of you as deep as possible.”

She began to pant and wiggle against his hand while his other hand moved up to pull her tits from the lace. He pinched softly over her nipples as he continued, “You’d be drooling and crying, begging for me to let you come but instead, I’d go back to work to get things done because I’m a very busy man, you see. You’d have to lie there for me all spread out and needy while I work and make money so I can keep spending on you.”

The sound of her pussy being fingered was dirty as she tried to maintain her breaths and keep quiet.

“But then I’d see this pretty ass,” he pulled his finger out of her pussy and reached to the back of her panties, and hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric to grant himself access to her tight hole before he circled it with her arousal, smearing her wetness all over, “And I’d need to fuck it too. Use this pretty hole to get myself off again. But you’re a nasty girl who likes getting her ass fucked, isn’t that right?”

Y/n nodded in desperation. Her lips were parted as she breathed heavily. But when Harry pushed his middle finger into her tight hole she gasped and widened her eyes.

“You’d be so pathetic and helpless. Just desperate for more come and I’ll give it to you because after I’m done I’ll watch how it drips from both of your holes while you’re shaking and acting like a desperate slut. You’ll be lying there begging a married man to use you and breed you.”

She continued to nod with her mouth dropped open as she kept her eyes on Harry.

“Now sit on Daddy’s cock. I can tell you need it, baby. We’ll get these panties all stretched out and wrecked since you don’t care for them anyway.”

Y/n raised herself upward and placed her hands at the back of the couch to steady herself as Harry kept his finger in her asshole.

She was so wet and so swollen he fit inside of her easily as she slid down his shaft.

Her head began to spin as he lifted his hips and began to fuck into her slowly, “There we go. Soaking wet for me, darling.”

Harry’s dirty talk ceased for a few moments as he reveled in the way she felt stretched around him all creamy and tight and warm. The couch squeaked the smallest bit when Y/n began to ride him up and down slowly.

The feel of his thick cock spreading her open and dipping deep into her guts with his finger in her ass had her shaking and holding in a moan.

“Getting yourself all worked up aren’t you, baby?”

She pouted as she began to roll her hips and ground her clit into his pelvis, “Daddy… can I come? Gonna come really fast, you feel so good…”

Harry smiled and leaned his head back into the couch as he looked from her soft tits to her scrunched face, “Wait for me, baby. I’ll tell you when you can. Just a little more,” he panted.

Slushy, slick noises, and heavy breaths filled the room as they moved together, getting each other off. No one did it for Harry the way Y/n did and he wasn’t sure if that was a shame or if that was a good thing. He certainly felt no guilt when he thought of the way Romy couldn’t even compare to Y/n.

“Fuck baby, you always know just how to squeeze around me like that,” Harry gritted his teeth, “So much better than my wife. You deserve to be filled up and dripping with my come because you’re mine. Isn’t that right?”

Y/n’s insides were sparkling and pulsing. She was doing her best to hold back but Harry’s words always got to her and his cock felt so good taking up every inch of her cunt, “Yes…” she breathed, “I’m all yours, Daddy… please!”

Her please came out too loud so Harry pulled her in by the back of her neck to crash his mouth to hers as they both felt their orgasms begin to unfold and take over.

“Come on Daddy’s cock baby,” Harry spoke against her lips before shoving his tongue into her mouth to keep her quiet.

She trembled and let out muffled moans as her pussy fluttered around Harry’s shaft and swallowed him deep. He felt his cock being wrung out by her as his come poured out from his tip inside of her. Where it belonged.

They moved their mouths together to mute their gasps and moans as they released together there in his office on the couch he used for clients and co-workers.

Part of Y/n didn’t care if anyone heard. She wanted him to herself and she wanted everyone to know that she was getting his cock on the regular. That his wife could never make his ears ring and his thighs shake like she did. He never felt so desperate for his wife that he needed to fuck her in his office in the middle of a workday. Never dreamed of her the way he dreamed of Y/n. Didn’t masturbate to the image of Romy while he was showering but rather he imagined Y/n’s eyes and her lips, and her fingers when he was fucking his fist. She was his dream girl. His favorite girl. Y/n was. Not his wife. And Y/n knew this to be a fact.

When they both finally slowed their movements and Y/n parted from Harry’s mouth she felt the way she’d drenched his lap and looked down, “Oh god. Sorry!”

Harry laughed and eased his finger from her ass, “I have a change of pants here for just this kind of emergency.” Harry tapped her bottom, “Up you get. I’ve got a call to make and you’ve work to do.”

Y/n slowly dragged her pussy off his cock and he hissed at how sensitive it was. She stood up and began to slip her panties down her hips but Harry stopped her, “Keep them on. Want you to sit in your wet panties with a pussy full of my come so you remember exactly what bad thing you’ve done today,” he smirked at her as he stood and took his pants off to switch them out for a clean pair.

“But I’ll get my dress all wet too,” she looked down at the yellow lace and back up at Harry.

“It won’t show through your dress. No one will know you’re all messy and freshly fucked.”

She pouted as she moved the crotch of her panties back into place and readjusted the bra before picking up her dress.

Harry pulled up his clean pants and sighed as he looked at Y/n trying to avoid getting her dress a mess as she stepped into it, her face scrunched.

He walked up behind her and helped her zip the back of the dress, “Darling, you know you can take them off if you want, right? I’m not that mean.”

She turned to look at him, “But you said–“

Harry shook his head, “It’s just a fantasy. You don’t have to suffer through wet panties just because I’m a pervert,” he grinned.

She smiled at him, “You’re not a pervert. And if you want me to keep them on I will. I love making you happy.”

“I know you love to make me happy. It’s why this works so well,” he pulled her toward him and kissed her, “But you’re a big girl and you can make your own decisions can’t you?”

She nodded.

“Do you want them off?”

“Well… I mean. It is uncomfortable. It’s so wet.”

Harry laughed, “I know they’re wet. You completely destroyed them. How about this, we’ll compromise. You take them off but that means you get to feel my come dripping down your thighs for the rest of the day. Every time you get up or move a little bit will seep out. That’ll be your reminder.” He had his long fingers wrapped around the front of her neck as he spoke.

She grinned, “Okay.”

When her panties were finally off Harry took them and stuffed them inside of the pocket in his dirty trousers, “I’ll have the housekeeper clean these up and make them like new again. Then I’ll bring them back to you. How’s that sound?”

“Okay. But what if your wife sees them?” She asked as she slid her heels back onto her feet.

Harry shrugged and tossed his pants behind his desk, “So what if she does? She knows I’m fucking someone else. Knows someone else is giving me what she can’t.” He stepped toward her and pushed her back to his office door, “I don’t care if she sees them. I hope she does. Hope she finds them all sticky and dirty and knows what kind of good girl I’ve been enjoying.”

With her back pressed into the wall next to his door and his hand on the front of her neck he gave her a soft and sloppy kiss before pulling himself away, “Now it’s time to get back to work.”

Y/n nodded and bit her lip as she slowly walked out of his office and back to her little cubicle, his come dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs as she went. The feel of him warm down the inside of her legs made her smile knowing that she was his favorite.

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in-a-nook-with-a-notebook · 2 years ago

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Use Your Words

Franchise: Marvel (Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: smut, sub!Miguel, dom!reader, office sex, door unlocked, loud Miguel, breeding kink, Miguel has a praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, anal fingering, reader referred to as sir, Miguel's claws, Miguel's fangs, minor degradation, minor angst (reader's been worried about Miguel), fluffy aftercare

Summary: Miguel had been teasing you all day, the little shit. You knew that he knew damn well what he was doing. And he knew exactly what would happen when you caught him alone that night.

A/N: Requested by an irl of mine @sixatrocities ! This is my first smut that I'm actually posting so bear with me (is it still considered a one shot when it's over 3k words??) also I myself do NOT speak Spanish (English, French and a bit of Italian but not Spanish) so most of what Miguel says is directly from Google Translate and I'm so sorry if I messed up - this was also written as though Miguel’s suit is like a physical one as opposed to what I assume is nanotech somehow in the movie

You’re in a meeting with various other members of the Spider Society. This includes Jessica, Hobie, Pavitr, Gwen, Peter and Mayday. And of course, you, Miguel and Lyla. You lean back in your chair at one end of the long table, farthest from where Miguel is at the other end. He’s mostly stopped his teasing, other than shooting you mischievous looks from across the table when no one’s paying attention.

“Any questions?” Miguel says finally, having finished his explanation about the next mission. You know he can feel your gaze burning into him, but he pointedly ignores it. No one says anything, clearly satisfied with the information given.

“Class dismissed,” you say sarcastically. Everyone begins to leave without a word. You turn your eyes on Miguel’s AI. “Lyla, take the night off,” you say. “I need to… discuss some things with Miguel. One on one.”

As Lyla blips out, Miguel swallows hard, finally looking up at you.

“You guys alright?” Peter asks on his way out.

“We’re fine, Pete,” you say, your gaze trained on Miguel’s. His eyes are dilated so much you can’t discern the black of his pupils from the brown of his irises as he scans your face. “Don’t worry about it. Have a goodnight, man, say hi to MJ for me.”

“…Alright,” he replies, though he sounds slightly unsure. “Say bye, Mayday.”

You turn to look at the young redhead, a sweet smile crossing your face as you wave to her. You nod to Peter as he slips out the door.

And then there were two.

“Y/N-”

“Miguel,” you say, your voice bordering on a warning. You slowly cross the room to where he’s standing at the wall. He begins to back away when you get too close, backing up so far that he ends up pressed between you and the wall. You place your palm flat on his broad chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your fingertips.

“What was that?”

“What, er, what was what?” He asks in a tight voice. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“You know exactly what you were doing, O’Hara.”

Miguel’s breath hitches in his throat. “I’m-”

“We’ve talked about this, haven’t we?”

Miguel nods quickly. “Mhm.”

“So you know what comes next, then, hm?”

He nods again. “Mhm.”

“Your office,” you state. “Now.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

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You follow close behind Miguel as the two of you walk back to Miguel’s office. You say hello in passing to some of the people you pass, like Ben and Margo, prolonging how long Miguel has to wait for the consequences of his actions.

When you reach the office, Miguel moves to lock the door behind the two of you. You catch his wrist before he can touch the doorknob.

“No,” you say.

“But-”

“Miguel.”

“…Yes, sir.”

You gesture for him to go to his desk and you notice him shift his suit a little. You follow him to the desk. He turns around to say something, but you pin him between you and the desk before he can get a word out, his hands bracing himself on the edge of the surface. The proximity gives you both some friction between your respective suits. Miguel sucks in a breath when you grind against him, chewing on his bottom lip. You can see his sharp fangs outlined against his soft pink lip while he watches you carefully.

“You can’t be a tease in the middle of a meeting, baby,” you say in a low voice.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel says breathlessly.

“No you aren’t,” you murmur. “That was bad, Miguel.”

“I’ll be good,” he says desperately. “Por favor, señor, I’ll be good for you.”

You raise an eyebrow in challenge and feel him practically melt underneath you. “Take the suit off, sweetheart.” You step back to allow him to free himself from the confines of his suit. He’s soon left in his boxers, watching you for his next instructions.

“So handsome…” you whisper. You step towards him again, ghosting your fingers over his warm bare skin. He shivers under your touch. “Just begging to be fucked, aren’t you?” You hook a finger under the waistband of his underwear. A whine escapes his lips before he can stop it. “Use your words, baby boy.”

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Please what, Miguel?”

He squirms a little under your hand. “Please fuck me, I need you inside me…”

You guide him back to the desk, framing his body as he leans against it. You can feel his hard, clothed cock against your covered crotch. He tries to grind against you, desperate for a little more friction, but you gain bruising grip on his hips, holding him in place.

“I didn’t say you could move.”

“Por favor, señor, necesito tu polla dentro de mí,” Miguel begs.

“Patience, darling,” you say. You reach around Miguel’s broad frame and push everything off his desk. He looks like he’s about to object, his mouth opening to say something, but the look you give him tells him to keep it to himself. “We’ll fix it later,” you assure him quickly. His tense body relaxes a little.

In mere moments, you rid yourself of your own suit, reaching for the secret compartment of one of the drawers of Miguel’s desk. The two of you have fucked in his office on more than one occasion, so he keeps some condoms around just in case. As you move to withdraw one, Miguel’s thick fingers curl around your wrist. You look back at him.

“Miguel?” You say in a teasingly questioning tone.

“Just your cock,” he whispers. You drop the condom and close the drawer without looking away from him.

“You want me to breed you,” you say. Miguel chews on his lip nervously but he nods.

“Yes, fuck, please.”

“You love the idea of that, don’t you?” You mutter, leaning close to his face. “The thought of being fucked full of my cum to have my kids? Is that what you want?”

Miguel whimpers as you press yourself against him. “Y-Yes, sir…”

A smirk crosses your face. “Good boy.” Your hand moves upwards to thread your fingers into Miguel’s hair. You tug his head back and a gasp tumbles from his lips. Your lips attack his neck, sucking hickeys from the bottom of his jaw down to his collarbone. As you move further down, your lips attach to one of his nipples. A sharp whine escapes him, his body arching into you. He grips your shoulders.

“Fuck,” he whimpers.

One of your hands, the one that had been hooked under his waistband, slips into his boxers, gently grabbing his hard cock while your mouth stays on his chest.

“Ay, dios mío,” he moans. “Please, sir, fuck me, I need your cock so bad, please…!”

You tug his boxers down around his ankles, letting his dick spring free of its confines. Miguel kicks them away as you shed yours too. You stick three fingers in Miguel’s mouth.

“Suck,” you order. That skillful tongue of his swirls around your digits, watching you in desperation. You stroke your cock a few times while you watch Miguel. “Such a good boy for me, baby. So obedient.” You take your fingers away. “Lay back on the desk,” you tell him.

He shifts to sit on the edge of the desk, wincing at the feeling of the cold surface under his bare ass, then lays down on his back, his legs spreading automatically for you. You run one of your wet fingers around his puckered hole and he shivers. You push one finger into his entrance and Miguel moans loudly at the feeling, gripping the edge of the desk above his head.

“So tight for me, darling, so perfect,” you murmur. You pump your finger in and out of his hole, soon adding the second one. Miguel’s mouth falls open, his moans getting more and more high-pitched with your every move. You curl and scissor your fingers inside him and soon his legs are trembling on either side of you. “Can’t wait to breed this tight hole of yours, fuck…” You add your third finger and Miguel already looks like he could cum.

“You think you’re ready?” You ask him.

“Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Use your words, baby boy. Please what?”

Miguel whines as you withdraw your fingers. “Please breed me, I need it!”

You quickly grab a little bottle of lube from the desk drawer, coating your dick in the cold substance. You toss the bottle to the side when you’re finished with it. You place one of Miguel’s legs over your shoulder, lining your shaft up with his entrance.

You push in slowly, watching Miguel for any signs of discomfort. His sharp claws dig into your back. His eyes roll back and his lips part, letting out one of the most beautiful moans you’ve ever heard.

“Good boy, such a good boy, taking me so well,” you say, making sure every inch of you is inside his hole.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so big…”

“You can take it, I know you can,” you say as you bottom out. Miguel whimpers. You stay still for a few moments to let him adjust. When he looks up at you with red-tinted, lust filled eyes, you watch him.

“Move,” he whispers. “Please.”

“As you wish.”

You thrusts start slow, but once you start to see your dick bulging in his stomach, you increase your speed. Miguel’s loud moans fill the air, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin while you fuck into him. You rest your hand over his stomach bulge. “This what you wanted?” You ask. “Wanted me to fuck you like a needy little whore to be bred?” You thrust into him particularly roughly, eliciting another moan from him.

“S-Sí, señor- ah, fuck…!”

“You just wanna be filled up with my cum, don’t you? Wanna have my kids, huh?”

“Please, please, please,” Miguel begs breathlessly.

“This tight little ass of yours is gonna be my personal cum dump,” you state with a sharp snap of your hips. You can tell from the moan he releases and the way he grips your shoulders that you hit his prostate. “That feel good? You like it when I say I’m gonna fill you up?”

He almost looks like he’s in a haze as he reaches towards his cock. You slap his hand away. “No touching,” you growl, hitting his prostate again.

“P-Please, sir, I’m- I’m so close!”

“Oh yeah?” You taunt. “Gonna cum without your dick touched?” You emphasize each word with a sharp thrust.

“Señor, por favor, es demasiado!”

“Take it, you little slut,” you growl, gripping his hips in a way that’ll leave bruises. “Gonna fuck you so full of my cum, baby boy.”

“Please, please, I need to cum…!”

“Cum for me, Miguel,” you order, moving one of your hands to wrap around his cock.

It takes only one stroke from you and he’s screaming your name, cumming all over his chest and your hand. The feeling of his hole clenching around your cock almost sends you over the edge, but not yet. You work him through his orgasm, stroking his shaft as you milk him. Your hand doesn’t cease its movements after he’s finished. He begins to squirm underneath you.

“Señor,” he whines. “Es demasiado, I can’t take anymore!”

“You can and you will,” you state, once again increasing the speed of your thrusts. You can feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten.

“Señ- oh, mi maldito dios!” He exclaims when you swipe your thumb over the sensitive tip of his cock. “Santa mierda!”

“I’m close, baby, you’re doing so well for me,” you say in a low voice, fucking him with everything you’ve got. “You’re gonna take it all and you’re not gonna spill a drop, got that?”

“Sí, sí, sí- oh mierda… jodidamente arruinarme…!”

All you have left in you to say is growling out curses as you get yourself off with Miguel’s hole. Your hand is no longer on his cock, but bending his legs so his knees are up to his chest, giving you an even better angle at his prostate.

“Y/N, sir, please!” Miguel shouts. “Please, cum inside me, please…!”

With your hand on his stomach again, you feel the coil in your stomach snap. Your thrusts falter. “Fuck, Miguel!” You yell, burying your cock to the hilt in his ass, cumming harder than you have in a while. You can feel Miguel squirming underneath you, his hole clenching around you as he cums again suddenly. He’s trembling beneath you. Your balls drain, your cum painting his insides white. You see a bulge in his stomach where your cum is and feel a sense of satisfaction. You stay inside him for a moment, revelling in the feeling of having bred him.

“Good boy,” you say in a low tone. “Gonna keep that all inside, sweet boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Miguel murmurs, looking thoroughly fucked out. His claws retract and his hands drop to his sides. Your shoulders burn where his claws had dug into your skin, but you’ve always loved getting to see the marks he leaves behind.

“Good boy, Miguel, so good for me.”

You lean down and press a deep kiss to his soft lips. Your tongue pokes into his mouth, feeling his fangs. You grin into the kiss. When you pull away, he takes your hand that had been jacking him off and licks off the excess cum that had been left when he had climaxed, and damn if it wasn’t one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s go home and get you cleaned up, babe,” you say gently.

You carefully help Miguel to his feet, finding his boxers on the floor. You have to help him back into them, considering he can barely move or walk properly. You help him out his suit back on as well. He hisses at the feeling of his oversensitive cock rubbing against the fabric of his underwear. You tug on your boxers and your suit as well. You know you’ll have to wash or replace both of your suits, considering there’s likely cum all over the inside of Miguel’s now, but how else were the two of you supposed to talk back to your apartment? Naked?

As tempting as it is to show everyone that Miguel isn’t so scary under the right circumstances, you wouldn’t do that to him. Plus, you’d like to keep that sight for yourself.

You have to support Miguel as the two of you walk, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. Anyone who questions his stiff movements look to you for an answer. “Rough mission,” you reply with a smirk.

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Miguel leans against the wall next the door to your shared apartment, waiting for you to dig out your key. You do about 75% of the Macarena to locate it, jamming it in the keyhole and letting the two of you in. You lock the door behind you when you’re both inside.

“How you feeling, hot stuff?” You tease gently, giving Miguel a once-over.

“Sticky,” he admits quietly.

You grimace. “Sorry. Shower?”

“Can’t stand properly,” he says, a tone of humour in his voice even though you can tell he’s still feeling pretty stiff.

“Bath?” You suggest. He nods tiredly.

Miguel uses the wall to hold himself up as the two of you make your way to the bathroom. You walk more quickly so as to get the water running. While the tap is on, the water warming up, you move to help Miguel get rid of his suit again. You set it by the door so you can remember to wash it later. You do the same with your own. As you help Miguel out of his boxers, he sucks in a breath through his teeth; his cock is still sensitive and you’d just accidentally brushed it with your hand.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, cupping his cheek with your hand.

“’S’alright,” he mumbles. He turns his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the heel of your hand. You smile at him, then finish helping him undress. You set his underwear aside with his suit, again doing the same with your own.

You lean forward and softly connect your lips with Miguel’s in a loving kiss.

“I love you,” you murmur.

“I love you too, mi vida.”

“In all seriousness, though, are you alright?”

“Soy perfecto, querido,” he says assuringly. “A little achy, maybe, but I’m alright.”

“If I ever go to far-”

“I’ll tell you. Promise.” He kisses you again.

The two of you slip into the warm water, Miguel resting between your legs and leaning his back against your chest. You press a kiss to the back of his ear and he hums contentedly.

“Comfortable?” You ask. Miguel nods.

You help him clean up the mess you’d both made, happy to feel him relax under your touch. He’s been tense all the time. Any moment of comfort and rest you can bring him, you’ll do it. As much as you love him, he’s been off for a while now, always tense and grumpy. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but it still worried you. He wasn’t always like this.

You had your suspicions as to why - or, rather, who - was making him feel like this, but you knew you shouldn’t mention her. She’d deny it a thousand times over, and you weren’t sure Miguel would believe you either.

“You’re safe, my love,” you say quietly, wrapping your arms around him.

“Thank you.” He pauses for a moment, then he tenses. “Oh, shit, my desk-”

“We’ll go back, it’s okay,” you answer quickly. You reach one hand up and run your fingers through his hair. His posture softens, leaning comfortably against your chest again. “We’ll clean up that mess after we’re done with this one. Okay?”

He nods slowly. “Okay.” His eyes close a little; he’s tired, and you know it. He’s been tired for a long time.

“Tell you what,” you say. “I’d say we’re pretty much cleaned up, so how about we dry off and you curl up in bed, and I’ll go back and fix your desk.”

“But-”

“I know how you organize it,” you reassure him. “And I’ll swing there and back, so I won’t be gone long. Is that okay?” Miguel hesitates. “Baby, you need rest,” you remind him, gently rubbing his arm.

He sighs tiredly but he nods. You kiss the nape of his neck. He leans his head back to rest on your shoulder, looking at you with exhausted brown eyes.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you tease softly. He grins lazily.

“Hi.”

#miguel o'hara #oscar isaac #miguel o'hara x male reader #miguel o'hara smut #x male reader #x male top reader #sub!miguel o’hara #spider man #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099

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boom-butterflyeffect · 6 months ago

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WARNING/S - smut, mentions of killing/stabbing, knife play, choking, mr.ghostface kink?, mask kink?, <3

you heard a bang as the lodge door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from the bed. you swore youd locked all the doors before getting into bed and the only other person with a key was josh but hed had to stay late at the smaller cabin, Jessica and Mike's "love den", as he called it. "last minute preparations, babe", he said.

slowly creeping around the corner of the bedroom door you peaked out to see.. nobody. the long hallway was completely.. empty. so you went back into the room and grabbed your boyfriends baseball bat, then made your way into the kitchen followed by the living room. once again seeing.. nothing.

hand falling to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things, the religious watching and study of horror media finally getting to you, you thought, just before you felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.

you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even being able to see who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let go of you.

“its me, kitten!” he lifted the ghostface mask to reveal a very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.

“JOSH! you scared me to death!” you yelled at him, looking down at his baseball bat still in your hand.

“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.

as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small thong and a cropped scream t shirt, how ironic. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.

“you look.. hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.

“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at his words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life, kitten?”

“josh..” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the ghostface character, among others, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.

his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the nearest wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what kitten?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.

“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you kitten?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”

“josh please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.

“youre such a little whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”

your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rose and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine, he couldnt even imagine, how wet you were right now, how wet he was making you. cheeks reddening as he spoke to you.

“go on kitten, b.e.g.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.

“please jos-please dont kill me mr ghostface, i really want to be in the sequel.. ,you can do anything you want to me,.. ill do anything.” you pleaded so desperate and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.

“i know you will but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.

you walked back into the room and sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk before pulling the mask back down. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”

he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.

“s.u.c.k. now”.

you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.

he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him,.. well the mask.

“fuck, fuck, fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking kitten gag on my cock.”

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. josh had never yet been this rough with you and you couldnt lie. you really liked it and you could tell that he did too.

he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. "you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?" he asks and you practically whimper.

"please mr.ghostface." you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.

he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.

"thank you mr.ghostface." you smile up at him in the most innocent way possible, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.

"stand." he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. "so fucking perfect, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?" he asks and you nod.

"stupid slut." he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.

"what do you want babe? tell me what you want." he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.

"i want to ride you.. please." you almost moan just at the thought he nods.

"go on then kitten, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy." he questions and you dont even answer.

you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. "josh o.h m.y g.o.d." he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.

you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. "perfect, youre so fucking perfect." he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. "and so so cute." his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.

"mi..-mister im close." you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

"hold it." he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.

his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.

"go on kitten show me how much of a good girl you are cum all over my cock." he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his all black clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.

"fuck." he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

"babe.." josh asks, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and you hum, tracing patterns over his chest. "you okay?" he asks, continuing to play with your hair and you nod, exhausted.

“you never told me you into ghostface hm?” he laughs and you shrug.

“i got too many horror crushes.” you confess.

“oh yeah?"

"wait.. does beetlejuice count as horror too?" you quiz to no one really.

josh laughs.

idk im bored

jesus fucking christ anon.

Josh definitely would, especially around Halloween time since he has an excuse for dressing up in the costumes.

was not expecting a smut oneshot in my inbox, but i am not mad about it at all, good lord.

#until dawn #smut #josh washington #x reader #ghostface #josh washington x reader

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importantstudentbusinessspy-blog · 5 months ago

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The Heir of House Atreides pt. 2

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Pairing: Young Duke Leto Atreides x (Lady Jessica) reader

Tags: NSFW, smut, political intrigue, enemies to lovers, oral (f receiving), sex, kissing, penetration, humor,

"I wonder if you even know what sincerity feels like,"

His words stung, though you knew they were not entirely untrue. The Bene Gesserit had trained you to bend the truth into a tool, a weapon, but sincerity? That was a luxury rarely afforded to a Sister on a mission.

Still, Leto’s accusation stirred something within you - a challenge.

"My devotion to you is true, Your Grace," you said softly, holding his gaze.

He cupped your chin. "Do you know what I despise most about politics?"

You shook your head.

"It’s the constant pretense," he said, his voice bitter. "The lies, the games... Everyone I meet wears a mask, and I suspect you’re no different."

Not for the first time, you wondered if Leto’s mistrust was born of wisdom or simply the weariness of being thrust into power too young.

"I have no mask," you whispered, though you knew the words were hollow even as you spoke them.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. How could you prove sincerity to a man who saw through every facade? And yet, the fire in his hazel eyes sparked something within you - a desire not just to complete your mission but to earn his trust, his approval.

You leaned closer, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "Command me, Your Grace, and I will obey."

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching yours as if trying to unravel the enigma before him. "Anything?" he asked, his tone both curious and cautious.

You nodded despite the turmoil swirling within you.

For a moment, he said nothing, his eyes locked onto yours. Then, slowly, a faint smile curved his lips. "Very well," he said, his voice soft but firm. "From now on, you will speak only the truth to me. No lies, no half-truths. Do you understand?"

Your breath hitched. Of all the commands he could have given, this was the most dangerous. To speak the truth was to risk exposing the Sisterhood’s plans, your mission, and the prophecy itself. And yet, refusing him was not an option.

"I do," you said finally, the words feeling like a noose tightening around your neck.

"Good," he said, his smile widening.

He released your chin and stepped back, the weight of his gaze still heavy upon you. "You may go," he said, dismissing you with a wave of his hand.

You bowed, your heart pounding as you turned and left the room. Though you had prepared for countless challenges as a Bene Gesserit, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Leto Atreides was a far more formidable opponent than you had anticipated.

The young duke, ever the consummate politician, moved through the court with practiced control, greeting his guests with charm. His voice was low and smooth over the conversation as he welcomed each newcomer to the grand Atreides ballroom.

You stood a step behind him, scanning the crowd out of habit. Then someone entered. A figure draped in silks, her face concealed by a veil. The unmistakable posture, the subtle way she carried herself - it was one of your sisters.

Unease tightened your shoulders. Why was she here? Had the Sisterhood sent her to spy on you? To test you?

"Do you know her?" Leto’s voice was quiet, disrupting your thoughts.

Turning to him, you offered a pleasant smile, the kind you’d practiced countless times. "No," you said smoothly.

For a moment, he said nothing, simply staring at you. His hazel eyes, warm and inviting to most, now held an intensity enough to unnerve you.

You felt the weight of his gaze, each second stretching unbearably long.

“Try again,” he said at last, his voice calm but edged with command. “And this time, tell me the truth.”

The air stilled. He let you stew in your discomfort.

You swallowed. At last, you offered him a smile and a pleasing tone. "No, I do not know that woman, your grace."

His brows furrowed as he looked down on you, studying your eyes. Then his lips quirked up and he exhaled sharply with a laugh.

It was a routine the two of you developed. Him figuring out when you had lied and when you had told the truth. This time, you'd lied. And you both knew it. But he wanted to probe more, it didn't show when he looked about the room bringing a glass to his lips. He cleared his throat, murmuring quietly with conversational tone as hi turned to face you. "The man in the left corner of the room. House Fenring. He's been glaring daggers at my back all night." He put his hand in his pocket.

You searched behind him, seaking out the person of interest and placing him. Indeed, the house Fenring representative was watching the Duke.

You frowned, studying the man, then widened your eyes in surprise followed by understanding. You suppressed a laugh, turning back to the man in front of you. "That man is constipated, your grace."

Leto froze, nearly spitting into his glass before recovering quickly. "I see." He clearer his throat. "Thank you."

You cast your gaze to the ground, allowing yourself a small smirk.

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To the Duke, you were an enigma. You carried yourself with the quiet precision of a Bene Gesserit, every movement deliberate, every word calculated. And yet, there was something about you that defied his prejudice. It both confused and intrigued him.

The Bene Gesserit fascinated and unnerved him in equal measure. They orchesstrated hidden truths, weaving secret threads into the fabric of politics. Their power and influence was insidious, yet they disguised themselves as dutiful servants and concubines. He respected their brilliance, even as he feared what it meant for men like him.

The more he observed you, the more questions he had.

Unlike the cold efficiency he had come to expect from your kind, you displayed unexpected warmth. You didn’t just speak to the servants - you engaged with them, offering conversation. He’d even seen you help a young maid struggling with your intricate gown, your hands working to untangle the fabric.

Why? He wondered. Was this some deeper manipulation, an attempt to disarm him with displays of humanity?

He told himself it didn’t matter. Your motivations were irrelevant. You were Bene Gesserit, still dangerous.

He had watched you more than he cared to admit, his gaze lingering on your lips,l your eyes, your body. Your beauty disarmed him, unsettled him.

He watched you now, your face flush and lips parted.

There was a thrill in it, a cruel satisfaction in knowing he could shake you. He smirked, his hand reaching down to rub your clit as he thrust in and out of you.

The sun had set hourse ago, and not being able to fall asleep, hed sought you out in the quiet of the palace halls and brought you to his bed.

Once alone, the Duke wasted no time in removing your garments and laying you on his silk sheets - while he came to kneel at your feet, hand lifting your thighs onto his shoulders. He lay gentle kisses, licks and bites along your thighs, making your shiver - eager for more.

He drawled, toung brushing against your clothed center. "I'm a Duke. A representative of my house in a vast galactic empire. I should be focusing on interplanetary relations and trades. My mind shouldn't be occupied by the green eyes of some vile sorceress who bewitched me to spy on me."

"Your grace-" you meant to defend yourself from his description, but you were cut off. He tore at the sild fabric of your nightgown and bared your cunt in front of him. You were already panting from his teasing of your inner thighs, so by the time he began tongive attention to your folds and clit, they had already been coated in slick. "Oh!" You arched your back, as your eyes rolled back. The young duke has had extensive experience in pleasuring women. The other men you have been with didn't even compare.

Your gaze sought him again, his hooded eyes watched you as he buried his tongue deep inside you, building up pulses of pleasure in your nerves. "Please your grace," you panted. "If you go on I will arrive to soon-"

Too late. His tongue sped up on your clit, fast, unforgiving. Your body shook with intensity.

The two of you were wrapped in each other's arms, him slowly thrusting in and out of you. You two were gasping against each other, your hair cutaining your face in sweaty stramds. You had begun to feel an orgasm build up in your core, your arms wrapped around his muscular, warm shoulders, and your fingers grasping at his black curls.

It seemed the two of you were nearing your peak when he suddenly whispered against your lips, "When are you going to betray me?"

Too consumed in the moment, you met his eyes. The sensation from your core was overwhelmingly, painfully, amazing.

The words were accusatory, but the defeated air he spoke them with told you he'd made peace with the idea of your your betrayal. More so. His eyes conveyed that he would let you do anything to him.

While Leto pushed into you with desperate force, chasing that feeling. Beneath that wall of defense, something deeper stirred. Through your truthsayer training, you were able to pick up desire, but also fear in him.

Not fear you or of what you were, but of what you could become to him.

Of what the two of you would become together.

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ddoralaexplorer · 2 months ago

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Eclipsed By You ~ A Paul Lahote story

Chapter Nine ~ No Turning Back

TW: mature scene but nothing CRAZY.

A/n: Guys, I don't write smut. I don't know how tbh, so sorry 😭

If anyone does lmk lol Jk unless...

A cool breeze drifts through my window as I wake up, my skin prickling from the crisp morning air. Stretching beneath the warm covers, I blink at the soft light spilling into my room. Today feels different. Special.

Happy 17th birthday to me.

I turn my head toward the mirror beside my bed, my reflection staring back. There's a flicker of excitement in my tired eyes. Seventeen. It’s not a huge milestone, but something about it feels important. I’m one year closer to freedom, to figuring out who I am outside of this small town.

A grin tugs at my lips. Today is going to be great. Paul and I have plans—well, I have plans, and he’s begrudgingly going along with them. A small gathering with the Cullens. He wasn’t exactly thrilled about it, but he’d do anything to make me happy. That thought alone warms me more than the morning sun filtering through my curtains.

A pang of melancholy creeps in as I remember that today is Bella and Edward’s last day of school. They’re officially done. And I’m still here, finishing out the year alone.

A knock at my door pulls me from my thoughts. Before I can answer, it creaks open.

“Ves,” Charlie’s voice is warm, carrying a rare softness. He steps inside, balancing a small cake in his hands. The waxy number 17 flickers from the single lit candle.

I push the covers off, grinning as I ruffle my way out of bed. “Dad! You shouldn’t have.”

He gives me a small, proud smile, the kind that doesn’t come often but means everything when it does. As I reach him, he pulls me into a firm hug. His flannel smells like coffee and the faint scent of his aftershave.

“Happy birthday, kid,” he murmurs before stepping back. “Got something for you.”

From behind his back, he pulls out a book. My breath catches when I read the title—White Nights by Dostoevsky.

I take it carefully, running my fingers over the worn cover. “Dad…”

“You mentioned it once,” he says, shifting slightly, almost sheepish. “Figured you’d like it.”

Like it? I love it. It’s the kind of book that makes you feel, a story about loneliness and fleeting connections.

I swallow the lump in my throat and smile up at him. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Charlie clears his throat, nodding toward the cake. “Well, go on, make a wish before I have to head to work.”

I glance at the flickering candle, my heart full, and close my eyes.

Bella had left early with Edward, which meant I got to borrow her truck for the day. The old, rusted orange beast rumbled as I pulled into the school parking lot, groaning one last time before I turned off the engine.

Students were scattered across the lot, clumped in groups, chatting before the first bell. Some leaned against their cars, others sat on benches or strolled toward the entrance. I wasn’t the type to make a big deal about birthdays, but as I hopped out of the truck, I immediately spotted Angela standing beside it, clutching a balloon and a small gift bag.

The gesture made warmth bloom in my chest. I wasn’t used to things like this. Outside of Jacob, I never really had close friends.

“Happy birthday, Vesper!” Angela beamed, rushing toward me with her usual kindness. Behind her, Jessica trailed, her hands shoved into her back pockets, her expression unreadable.

“I wasn’t aware we were getting presents,” Jessica remarked, her tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place. A forced smile pulled at her lips.

I never cared much for Jessica, but she was fine, I suppose.

I shook my head at her with a small laugh. “Thank you, guys. This wasn’t necessary, though.”

Angela grinned, nudging the gift bag toward me as we started making our way toward the front of the school.

But then something shifted. Both Angela and Jessica’s attention flickered elsewhere, their gazes locked on something—or someone—in the distance.

Jessica let out a low breath, her fingers subtly brushing over her hair. “Who is that?” she asked, dragging out the words, her lips curving slightly as she emphasized that.

I followed their line of sight—and my stomach did a little flip.

Paul.

Even in a crowded parking lot, he stood out. His usual swagger, the effortless confidence in the way he carried himself, the heat in his sharp, dark eyes. He looked good—too good. The black T-shirt he wore stretched over his frame, the warmth of his tanned skin seeming to radiate under the overcast sky.

I tried not to stare, but I definitely stared.

Then, as if sensing me, his gaze flicked toward mine, locking on with precision. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face as he started walking toward us.

Jessica straightened instantly, adjusting her shirt and fluffing her hair. “How do I look, guys? He’s definitely looking at me.”

I nearly choked on a laugh, barely suppressing a snort. Oh, Jessica.

Before I could say anything, Paul reached me. And without hesitation, without care for the people around us, he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

“Hey, princess,” he murmured, voice low, rough in the best way.

Then, before I could react, he kissed me—really kissed me. A full, deep, Hollywood-style kiss that left no room for question.

And just like that, every set of eyes in the parking lot seemed to be on us.

A pointed cough broke through the moment, snapping us back to reality.

I turned my head just in time to catch Jessica’s expression—her face twisted into something between disbelief and irritation—while Angela, on the other hand, looked downright giddy, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh, um… this is Paul, my boyfriend,” I said, cheeks heating as I pulled away slightly. His hand remained on the small of my back, grounding me in place.

Paul, ever the respectful one when he wanted to be, extended his hand. Angela eagerly shook it, while Jessica hesitated before offering a limp handshake, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Nice to meet you,” Paul said, his tone polite but distant, as if he already knew Jessica’s type.

Jessica’s forced smile twitched. “Yeah. You too.”

Angela, always one to pick up on tension, grabbed Jessica’s arm before she could linger. “We actually have to head in early,” she said, her eyes flicking between Paul and me with something way too knowing. “We’ll see you later, Ves.”

I shot her a grateful smile. “See you.”

As they walked away, I turned my attention back to Paul, who was already watching me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

His voice softened. “Happy birthday, to my girl.”

Before I could respond, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. My breath caught as he flipped it open, revealing a delicate silver wolf pendant resting against soft velvet.

For a moment, I just stared.

“Paul…” I whispered, my fingers brushing over the cool metal.

He didn’t say anything, just took the necklace from the box and stepped behind me. His hands, warm and steady, gently swept my hair to the side. I felt the heat of his body against my back as he carefully clasped the chain around my neck.

It was such a simple gesture, but it made something in my chest tighten. No one had ever done something like this for me before—something thoughtful, something sweet.

I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly as a single tear threatened to spill.

“Dramatic much?” Paul teased, his voice full of quiet amusement.

I let out a shaky laugh, clutching the pendant. “Shut up.”

But he only grinned, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

Yeah. This was definitely the best birthday I’d ever had.

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“You do realize there’s a door?” I teased, setting my book down as a sudden cold breeze swept through my room.

I expected to see Paul, but instead, my eyes landed on Emmett Cullen.

My brows scrunched in confusion as I sat up in bed. “Emmett?”

“Lil’ Swan! Happy birthday!” he boomed, his deep voice filling the room. Before I could react, he sped toward me, wrapping his massive arms around me in a crushing embrace.

“C-Can’t breathe,” I wheezed.

He laughed, finally dropping me back onto my bed with a bounce. I caught my breath, shaking my head. Out of all the Cullens, Emmett was the only one I could truly tolerate. Over time, we’d grown close, and I was honestly glad we had.

“I cannot wait for later,” he grinned, sprawling across my bed like he owned the place.

I raised an eyebrow. “Em, I love you, but… get out.”

I tried to keep my voice lighthearted, but I really didn’t need Paul walking in and seeing Emmett all comfortable on my bed. That was not something I wanted turning into an issue.

Emmett’s grin only widened. “What? Paul? Pfft.” He waved a dismissive hand. “He wouldn’t dare start anything with me.”

“I’d like to differ.”

I jumped at the sound of Paul’s voice, my head snapping toward the window just as he climbed through it.

Oh. Great.

The air in the room instantly shifted, the lightheartedness evaporating as Paul landed on his feet, his dark eyes locked onto Emmett.

Emmett, of course, looked completely unbothered, his smirk practically daring Paul to say something.

“What’s he doing here?” Paul’s voice was sharp, his body rigid as he turned to me, eyes dark with irritation.

I glanced between them, feeling the shift in the air—Paul, all heat and barely-contained aggression, and Emmett, the picture of amused indifference.

“To my defense,” I started, raising my hands slightly, “Em just dropped by to say happy birthday. And I did tell him to leave before you came in.” I shot Paul a playful grin, hoping to ease whatever territorial instincts were flaring up.

Emmett, still lounging comfortably on my bed, let out a deep chuckle. “Yeah, Paul, she totally kicked me out.” He smirked, eyes glinting with mischief. “I just didn’t listen.”

Paul’s jaw flexed, his fists clenching at his sides. “That supposed to be funny?”

Emmett tilted his head. “What, you don’t think it’s funny?” He stretched, making a show of getting even more comfortable, his massive frame nearly taking up my entire bed. “Relax, pup. I’m not here to steal your girl.”

Paul let out a low growl, and I swore I saw his hands start to tremble. Oh, hell no. The last thing I needed was Paul losing his temper in my room on my birthday.

I quickly stepped between them, placing a hand on Paul’s chest before this turned into something worse. His heartbeat was rapid beneath my palm, his skin burning hot. “Paul,” I murmured, giving him a look. “It’s fine. He’s fine.”

Paul’s nostrils flared, but I saw the way his eyes softened just a fraction when they met mine.

Emmett, of course, wasn’t done stirring the pot. “Y’know,” he mused, sitting up, “I kinda like you, Ves. Maybe I should steal you. Could be fun.” He shot me a wink.

Paul snapped.

Before I could blink, he lunged—but Emmett was faster, rolling off the bed in a blur, laughing the whole time.

“Okay, okay, I’m leaving!” he called over his shoulder as he hopped onto the windowsill. “Man, you wolves are so easy to mess with.”

Paul let out another growl, but I quickly grabbed his arm before he could do something reckless, like launch himself after Emmett.

Emmett grinned at me. “Happy birthday, Lil’ Swan. Try not to let hothead over here ruin it.” With that, he was gone, vanishing into the woods.

I exhaled heavily, shaking my head before turning back to Paul. His jaw was still clenched, but his eyes were on me now, the fire in them slightly dimmed.

“You know he does that just to mess with you, right?” I teased, running a hand down his arm in an attempt to soothe him.

Paul huffed, still tense. “Yeah, well… I don’t like it.”

I smirked, standing on my toes to press a quick kiss to his jaw. “Jealous, Lahote?”

His hands slid around my waist, pulling me close as he mumbled against my skin, “Not jealous. Just protective.”

I rolled my eyes playfully but I wasn’t going to let him have this one.

“So you’re not jealous?” I teased, pulling away slightly, my lips curling into a smirk.

Paul’s grip on my hand tightened before he pulled me right back into him, his body heat wrapping around me like a flame. His breath was warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

His dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unyielding. “Not jealous,” he murmured, voice low and rough. “Just have to remind you who you belong to.”

A thrill shot through me at his words.

I rose onto my toes, pressing my lips to his—soft at first, then hungry, desperate, as if something inside me was clawing to get out. Paul responded instantly, his arms winding around me, pulling me even closer.

Our mouths moved in sync, passion igniting between us, my fingers tangling into his hair. His hands slid down my back, gripping my waist before lifting me effortlessly. I barely had time to gasp before he set me on top of my desk, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

His lips traced down my jaw, hot and possessive, before traveling lower, pressing against my collarbone. My head tilted back, breath hitching as his hands tangled in my hair, giving it a soft tug that sent heat straight through me.

I clung to him, my heart pounding in rhythm with his.

I wanted him. He wanted me.

My fingers traced over his heated skin as I slowly helped him out of his shirt, my breath hitching at the sight of him—his body firm, warm, familiar. His hands moved with purpose, unbuttoning my shirt with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers cascading over my skin.

“I need you,” he murmured against my lips, his voice husky, raw.

Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine again, urgent and consuming. He bit my lower lip, teasing, challenging—fighting me for dominance. I tried to push back, but Paul was relentless, taking control, deepening the kiss until I melted into him completely.

My head spun, my breath coming faster as his hands explored me, his touch both gentle and possessive. Everywhere he touched, sparks ignited, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

I clung to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his heartbeat matched mine in a rhythm only we understood.

Paul lifted me , his strength both thrilling and familiar, never once breaking the kiss. My back met the mattress, the weight of him above me grounding me, making everything else fade away.

His lips trailed down my jaw, slow and deliberate, his breath hot against my skin. I shivered as he moved lower, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, lingering at my chest before continuing his path.

By the time he reached my stomach, my body was trembling with anticipation. His lips left a trail of heat against my skin, each kiss sending a spark through me, winding something deep in my core until I felt like I might snap.

Then, he stilled.

His fingers hovered at the waistband of my sweatpants, his dark eyes flickering up to meet mine. There was something different in them now—something deeper than desire.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the strain beneath it, see the tension in his body as he held himself back—for me.

I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with shaky breaths. A whimper escaped before I could stop it, my body already answering before my words could.

“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging him closer. “Paul, I need you.”

A growl rumbled in his chest, and in that moment, the last bit of restraint between us shattered.

Paul’s eyes darkened at my words, his control slipping like sand between his fingers. He exhaled a slow, shaky breath, his fingers gripping my hips as if grounding himself.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his voice rough, strained.

I swallowed, my pulse thrumming in my ears. “I need you.”

That was all it took.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as his lips crashed into mine, urgent, desperate, his hands roaming my body as if he couldn’t touch enough of me at once. He pushed me deeper into the mattress, his warmth completely surrounding me, consuming me.

My breath hitched as his lips trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, sending shivers down my spine. He sucked gently at the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I gasped, my fingers tangling in his thick hair, tugging slightly.

Paul groaned, his grip on me tightening. “You’re making it really hard to take my time with you, princess.”

“Then don’t,” I whispered, arching into him, desperate for more.

His rough hands slid beneath my shirt, tracing soft circles against my heated skin before pushing the fabric up. He pulled back just enough to lift it over my head, his gaze drinking me in like he was committing every inch of me to memory.

“Fuck” he muttered, his fingers skimming down my sides as he leaned in, his lips trailing lower, over my collarbone, between my breasts, down the curve of my stomach. Each kiss was slow, wet, leaving a burning trail of heat in its wake.

I writhed beneath him, my body reacting instinctively to his every touch, every whisper of his breath against my skin. When he reached the waistband of my sweatpants, he paused, looking up at me, his eyes searching mine.

“Are you sure?” His voice was husky, filled with an aching need, but there was something else there—something gentle, something protective. He needed reassurance.

I nodded, breathless. “Yes,” I managed, my voice trembling with anticipation.

Paul didn’t need any more encouragement. He hooked his fingers into the fabric and began sliding them down, his lips following, pressing lingering kisses along the newly exposed skin.

My breath caught, my heart hammering as his hands and lips explored, igniting something deep inside me.

I gasped his name, my body arching into his touch.

Paul looked up at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “I love hearing you say my name like that.”

I pulled him back up to me, our bodies flush against each other, and kissed him hard, pouring everything I felt into it—every ounce of longing, every unspoken word.

I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips, my body reacting instinctively to his touch. This was new to me—this kind of closeness, this kind of need that curled low in my stomach like a slow-burning fire.

Paul’s lips trailed lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. His hands, rough yet so achingly gentle, held me in place, his thumbs stroking slow, teasing circles against my hips.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger yet laced with something softer—something careful.

I swallowed hard, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. “It’s just… I’ve never—”

“I know,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to my thigh. “I’ll take care of you.”

His words sent another shiver through me, my breath hitching as his lips continued their slow, torturous exploration. Every kiss, every touch, was intentional—like he was savoring me, memorizing every reaction.

I arched into him, desperate for more, my body burning, aching. “Paul—”

He groaned at the sound of his name, his fingers tightening slightly on my skin. “Say it again,” he murmured, his lips brushing the place where I needed him most, teasing, testing.

“Paul,” I gasped, my head tilting back, completely surrendering to him.

His soft chuckle was the last thing I heard before I lost myself completely—lost in him, in the way he worshiped me, in the way he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered in this moment.

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The room was still, the silence heavy around us as we lay there, tangled in the sheets. My chest was rising and falling with shaky breaths, the aftermath of what just happened still buzzing through me. I felt a little unsteady, like my body was still trying to catch up to everything.

Paul’s fingers gently traced over my arm, as if grounding me, his touch so soothing it made my heart flutter. He shifted slightly, pulling me closer, his body warmth wrapping around me like a protective shield. I felt his lips press softly against my forehead, lingering for a moment, his breath warm and steady.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice quiet but full of concern. His hand slid to my cheek, lifting my face so I could meet his eyes. There was no rush in him, no pressure—just a calm presence that seemed to ease some of the tension I didn’t even realize I was holding.

I nodded, but my voice still felt a little shaky when I spoke. “Yeah. Just... a lot.”

Paul’s expression softened, and he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear before cupping my face in his hands. “Take your time,” he said, his voice gentle, “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you want me to.”

The reassurance in his words made something in me loosen. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. He wasn’t pushing me to figure everything out in that moment—he was just there, steady, unwavering.

“I don’t want you to go,” I murmured, my voice small, and I felt the warmth of his smile before I even saw it.

He brushed his thumb over my cheek, his eyes soft but filled with a quiet intensity. “Good. ‘Cause I’m staying right here. Whatever you need, whenever you need it.”

I could feel my body relaxing against him, my muscles unclenching from the tension that had built up. His presence, his words, were like an anchor in the storm of everything I couldn’t quite process.

“You’re not gonna... get freaked out, right?” I asked, half-joking, half-worried. I wasn’t sure why the question slipped out, but I needed to hear it, needed to know he wasn’t going to pull away now that things had crossed a line.

Paul’s eyes darkened slightly, his lips curling into that small, reassuring smirk I’d come to recognize. “No chance of that, princess,” he said, his voice deepening with sincerity. “I’m not going anywhere.”

I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, the weight of my worries starting to lift. He wasn’t just saying the right things—he meant them.

“I just... want you to be sure,” I said, the vulnerability in my voice making me cringe inwardly, but Paul didn’t flinch. Instead, he kissed the top of my head, a soft, lingering kiss that melted away the last of my hesitation.

“I’m sure,” he whispered, his breath tickling my skin. “And if you need more time, I’ll give it to you. No rush. Just... take things at your pace, okay?”

I nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over me. His reassurance wasn’t just in his words—it was in his touch, the way he made me feel safe and wanted, not just in the moment, but beyond it.

“You’re not alone in this,” he added, his voice low but steady. “Not anymore.”

I closed my eyes, leaning into him, grateful for the way he was holding me—not just physically, but emotionally too. He was there for me in a way I never thought I could have, and it felt... right.

The party was definitely canceled.

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dropsofpluto-writes · 9 months ago

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If Only In Dreams (Hotch x Reader oneshot)

Summary: You've been Jack Hotchner's babysitter for quite some time now, but his dad is what keeps you coming back, even if it's only in your dreams. Until now, that is. 18+, minors dni

Warnings: smut, piv sex, oral sex (f receiving), voice kink, plot if you squint

Grad school was kicking your ass. Fully and completely. Classes and coursework was stressing you to the max, but you remained strong. Still, money was important, so you found yourself in the kitchen of SSA Aaron Hotchner’s home, making a simple meal for Jack to eat before he went to bed. It didn’t hurt that you loved Jack, or that your boss was amazing.

You supposed that you were a woman of simple pleasures. Sure, Mr. Hotchner was generous and kind, always overpaying you for the services you provided. But, by God he was one hell of a man.

Neat, black hair that you were begging to feel, rugged features that even Michaelangelo couldn’t carve, and his voice. Surely he could recite the first 100 digits of pi and you would go weak in the knees. To your credit, it had also been far too long since you had cum.

But alas, you were just making boxed mac-n-cheese for his young son. Plus, there’s now way in hell he would ever hold you in the same light. You knew that he never spent his free time touching himself to the thought of your moans, your breath on his skin, the way you must taste, the way only your voice could scream his name. But, you imagined all that and more of him. Maybe that was okay. Maybe you shouldn’t violate the one good constant in your life.

“Jack, honey! Dinner will be ready in 5. Could you wash your hands and grab yourself a drink, please?” giggling to yourself, watching the young boy finally walk away from the biggest Lego tower that you’d ever seen him make.

“Yep!”

The two of you ate dinner at the kitchen table, mostly talking about Jack’s newest friend from school, but soon enough he was in bed, and you were cleaning up from the meal.

As you scrubbed the pot, silently cursing yourself for not putting it to soak before they sat down to eat, you found your thoughts were consumed by your employer. On more than one occasion, he had told you to call him Aaron, but you remained in your ways of calling him Mr. Hotchner. you had told him that you liked the formality of the moniker, but you were also terrified that if you were to call him Aaron, it would come out as a choked moan, as it had so many times in the confines of your own bedroom.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you from your reverie. The lock screen displayed a message from the man occupying your mind.

Is there any possible way you could stay a bit longer tonight? Got held up with paperwork at the office. I would ask Jessica, but she can’t tonight -H.

While you had never spent the night at the Hotchner residence before, you had nothing else of importance that evening, so you agreed without an ounce of hesitation.

Sure thing! Sorry you got held up, but I’m always happy to help. <3

Thanks a million, y/n. -H

You began to make yourself comfortable on the couch and continue with your homework, knowing you would likely fall asleep within the hour. Still, getting some of the work done was better than getting none of it done.

“Goddamn it!” Halfway through the last assignment, your computer decided to die, and of course, you forgot that damn charger at home. After all, you hadn’t planned on staying the night. You instead occupied yourself with mindless scrolling on social media, eventually drifting to sleep.

If your thoughts of Aaron during the day were criminal, your dreams at night would surely guarantee eternal damnation.

“Oh sweet Jesus, Aaron, just like that!” you dreamt of the man with his head buried in between your thighs, a rather common theme in your fantasies. The vision of the man you worked for was truly a sight to behold. Tendrils of his raven hair falling over his forehead, pupils blown in ecstasy as he devoured your pussy. He licked through your folds like a starved man. Your legs were thrown over his shoulders, allowing the man full access. His tongue gently circled your clit, engorged with pleasure. As he wrapped his lips around the bud, the all-too-familiar coil in your stomach began to make itself known, signaling your impending orgasm.

“Holy shit, p-please! You’re so fucking good, Aaron. M-make me feel so, so good.” Dream Aaron kept the pace, alternating between thrusting his tongue inside your and sucking your aching clit into his mouth, sending you rocketing toward the edge.

“Yeah, you like that baby? Want me to make you feel good?” you groaned at the loss of his mouth on your pussy, but as quickly as it left, he was back at it, devouring your aching cunt like a starved man.

Your orgasm began to build, feeling yourself reaching the peak, when the dam finally gave way, filling you with white-hot pleasure as you moaned his name.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

Fuck.

You slowly opened your eyes to the dimly lit living room, and was faced by the gracious image of your boss. There he stood, suit jacket in hand, tie loosened, the top buttons of his tailored shirt undone.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked, hoping that the dull light of the lamp in the room wasn’t calling attention to the fiery blush creeping across your cheeks. Looking at the watch on your wrist, you noted the time. 2:45 AM.

“You were writhing around, and you called my name a few times.”

Were you imagining the knowing glint in his eye? His eyes had always been a point of interest for you, their inescapable depth equal parts comforting and chilling. No, surely he couldn’t know that you were dreaming of his face between your thighs just mere seconds ago.

“Huh. I’m not one to remember dreams too often.”

“Y/n, I am a profiler, and one of my duties is to know when a suspect is lying. Why don’t you tell me the truth?”. He walked toward the side of the couch where you were sitting, his presence both suffocating and bringing you to life.

There was a long pause before you replied, scrambling to think of anything that didn't make you look helpless and desperate.

“I think it was a -um- nightmare? Your tone was utterly unconvincing.

“It didn’t sound like a nightmare to me, Y/n,” the timbre of his voice sent waves of heat between your thighs. “It sounded like you were having a great time. Like we were having a great time.”

You had been caught. Like a deer in headlights, you froze entirely, not wanting to confirm or deny the truth laid before you. Somehow, a small part of your brain chose honesty.

“Yes. You’re right. I’m so sorry. If you need to find another babysitter for Jack I completely understand.” You sat up, hoping to look a little less helpless

“Now that would just make me a hypocrite, Y/n,” his voice was softer now, but just as lustful as you'd dreamt. “You were in my dreams, too. I dream about what lies beneath your clothes, what you’d look like in my bed.”

This couldn’t be real. Surely he was just embarrassing you to make a point. Still, you held out hope that he was being true to his word.

“Oh, God” was the only thing to escape your lips, just above a whisper.

“We can continue, or you can tell me to stop and we’ll never discuss it again. Either way, I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please. God, yes Mr. Hotchner.”

“How many times have I told you to call me Aaron?” he questioned you, a devilish grin across his lips.

“Please, Aaron”

He was on you in an instant, lips crashing to yours. This was not gentle, nor did you want it to be. This was long-awaited passion. Your arms circled his neck, and his found your waist, picking you up as if you were weightless. He moved his head away from you barely, trying to read your face. All he saw was a hunger for himself, deep in your eyes.

He began to carry you in the direction of his bedroom, the one place in his home you’d never been in. As you entered the hallway, you made sure to be as quiet as you could, not wanting to wake the sleeping boy just a few rooms away.

Aaron tossed you onto his bed, a place you never thought you would actually see. You took him in, his looks, his sound, his smell- clean but still uniquely Hotch. He toyed with the hem of your shirt and brought it up to your navel, gazing deep into your eyes again to gauge your response. You removed the thin garment, exposing your bare breasts, flinging it somewhere near his nightstand. The cool air of his bedroom quickly spread gooseflesh across your skin, nipples puckering in response.

He removed his own shirt and you pulled him closer to you with a foot behind his knee. You sat up to get a better view of his rolling muscles, a bit padded by age, not that you minded. As you admired his body, you couldn’t help but skate your hands across his skin, up his arms, over his shoulders, down his pecs, toward his abdomen. He had quite a few scars here, and you decided not to ask about their origin.

He leaned in toward you, kissing you again fervently. You responded in kind, aching to be one with him. You sighed into his mouth as your hand found his length, shocked by the size.

“Not just yet, my love. Tell me more about your dreams of me”

You were near naked in front of the man, but you somehow felt a pang of shame again.

He hooked a hand under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You eat my pussy,” you said, craving the real thing over the imagined scenario.

A low groan erupted from his mouth as he knelt down at the edge of the bed, gently pushing you onto your back. He parted your knees, kissing gently up your thighs, teasing you.

His hands snaked into the waistband of your shorts, removing them and your underwear at once. You were completely bare to him, and you decided that this was easily the best moment of your college experience thus far.

He looked up at you from between your legs, and asked you once more, “Is this really what you want?”

“Yes, please. I need your mouth on me”

That was all the affirmation he needed. Quickly, he dipped his tongue between your labia, relishing in your taste. He hummed in approval as you moaned softly.

“So wet just for me?” He chuckled gently.

“Just for you, only for you, Mr. Hotchner”

He landed a soft smack to the outside of your thigh, just enough to sting.

“Call. Me. Aaron.”, he said, punctuating each word with a strong lick across your clit.

“Only for you, Aaron”

He made quick work of you, eventually inserting one finger, then two, feeling your walls pulse as you were brought closer and closer to the edge. His free hand reached up to your breast, cupping and kneading the flesh, then pinching your nipple. Your hands flew into his hair, eliciting a deep moan from the man ravishing you. Gently pulling, you let out a breathy gasp.

“Oh, Aaron, I think I’m g-gonna cum”

Aaron sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue swiping a circular motion on its surface. You felt yourself hurtling toward oblivion, mind encapsulated by your boss. His fingers curled within you, keeping pace as you rode out your orgasm.

Once you came down, you stared into his eyes, marveling at the man who was now leaning over your body. His cock was visibly straining against the tight cotton of his slacks, and you gawked at his size.

“Need you inside me, Aaron. Need all of you so so bad.”

That was all the confirmation that he needed to release his dick. He was quick, unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down his strong muscular thighs. You made a mental note to tell him just how hot he was.

You saw his enormous length, red and weeping at the tip. It must be painfully hard, but all you could think about was how to get him inside you.

He quickly gathered the evidence of your release with a gentle swipe of his cock through your folds, then aligned himself with your aching cunt. With a gentle thrust and a gorgeous moan, he pushed himself inside you, taking his sweet time to bottom out. You were overcome by a sense of fullness. The small thatch of hair at the base of him rubbed softly at your clit, adding to your euphoria.

He started to fuck into you, ravenous look upon his face. God, this man knew some things. With every thrust into you, he hit the sweet spot inside you, brushing against it with a fervor.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, willing him to destroy you. You would sell your soul to stay in this moment forever, but memories would suffice.

“G-gonna cum, sweetheart. Where do you want me?”

“Oh fuck, Aaron! I’m on the pill, I don’t care, just please make me cum”

Instead of replying, he opted to press his thumb into your clit, making quick work of your orgasm.

You were surrounded by a white hot pleasure, the best you’d felt in eons. You look over to the man at your side, also coming down from his own orgasm.

“Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Aaron?” you say, gazing at him with adoration.

“Only you.” His reply was brief, but he had a gorgeous grin spread on his face. You laughed softly, just happy to be where you were with the man you were sure you loved.

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