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heavymetalover · 5 years ago

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The Hand That Feeds (Michael Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: You’re Michael’s pet at Outpost 3, accustom to obeying all of his rules. But today you’re desperate and Michael hasn’t been pleasing you much lately. You get punished by a jealous Michael after trying to hook up with another gray.

Warnings: SMUT, dirty talk, dom/sub, jealousy, daddy kink, wrist binding, boot licking, piss play, oral sex (female & male receiving), slapping, little bit of rimming (female receiving), fingering (anal & vaginal), anal sex, choking, hair pulling, bit of fluff at the end, sassy reader, mean michael.

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: ok sjksjskjs this one might not be for everyone…

1) read the warnings carefully if youre squeamish and dont like dirty stuff lol im just being upfront. 2) jim is jim mason, i wanted to give you guys a 2 in 1 fling. youre welcome. & 3) this came kinda late cuz i was BUSY w sugar daddy stuff this week lmao ! so i hope there arent too many grammar errors !!

enjoy, sluts <3

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You lean against the corridor wall, routinely surveying the area for Venable’s impending scrutiny. One of your close confidants, Jim, another gray, leans with you. He stands only a few inches away from you, so close that you breathe each other’s breaths. Since you’ve laid eyes on him you suspected he would be trouble. You liked the freckles that dotted his nose, the way his brown hair swooped over his forehead, and how he looked at you like you were the only person in this hellhole that mattered. You knew you weren’t supposed to be flirting with him, you knew Langdon would be mad, but fuck it. Langdon stayed cooped up in his office for most of the day, you were bored of waiting for him to sweep you off your feet and fuck you until you couldn’t walk. Everything is always on his terms, but you are getting desperate, you need some spice in your life.

You mindlessly twirl a stray hair that fell from your unattractive bun when talking to Jim. You two laugh and smile all the time, beating around the bush because of Langdon’s strict rules. You grab Jim’s hand; his baby blue eyes wander around the corridor before accepting your palm. “Have I ever told you how much I appreciate you?” you ask him. His eyes shyly fix to the ground and a smile inches across his face. “I’m serious, I don’t know what I’d do here without you.”

“Me too. If Langdon takes you and leaves me…” he trails off.

“Hey,” you crouch down to find his eyes. His light eyes fix on yours and you feel a tingle wash over your core. “I don’t even want to go with him,” you lie. Even if Langdon is the most hot and cold asshat here, he somehow cast his spell on you. You hate how much of a hold he has on you. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t take me.”

“How will you do that? Everybody knows you’re his little pet,” he leans his head against the wall in defeat.

“Because of this,” you whisper, standing on the tips of your toes to reach Jim’s lips.

He closes his lucent eyes and kisses you back. His soft lips collide into yours, they feel like everything you’ve imagined. After a moment, he pulls away from your embrace and his eyes dart around the room. “You’re fucking crazy,” he laughs. “We’re both dead if we get caught.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” you question with a shrug.

He responds by pulling you into another kiss, crashing his lips into yours with passion. You continue kissing him and slowly walking him into one of the empty rooms in the corridor. He staggers backwards into the room, both of you smiling at his fumble.

Each kiss gets stronger and deeper, only parting to rip off your apron and let down your hair. His hands run down your back, pulling you against him and kissing your neck. A small moan escapes your lips and you feel a light giggle on your neck, sending chills throughout your body. Your fingers comb through his thick hair and you pull his head back to kiss his lips once more.

Jim unzips your gray dress and it falls to the floor, exposing your grim bra and panties. The grays didn’t get many lingerie choices, you all had to wear cotton and polyester undergarments. None of it mattered to Jim, though. He is just as ravenous as you, he only wants what’s underneath the ugly clothes. You take off his top and smash your lips into his, reaching for his pants. He’s beginning to unhook your bra when somebody clears their throat behind you.

You both jump, immediately shielding any exposed skin, until you realize who it is. He sucks all the air out of the room and everything goes still. “Y/N,” Langdon says between clenched teeth, his tone much lower than usual.

You cross your arms over your chest, standing in front of Jim so he won’t get any of the heat. “Mr. Langdon,” you respond with the same vitriol. Langdon hated when you got sassy, you know that, but you don’t care. What’s he going to do?

He peers around your shoulder and you extend your arm, hoping he won’t see who you were engaging with. Langdon rolls his eyes at your poor attempt of protecting Jim’s identity and addresses him calmly, “John, perhaps you should leave now.”

“Jim,” he responds with a waver in his voice. Your heart sinks when Jim talks back to him. You can deal with punishment from Langdon, but you didn’t want anything bad to happen to Jim.

“Jim,” Langdon repeats. “Leave now and be thankful if I don’t burn your soul to a fucking crisp.” You’ve never seen Langdon this angry and you have to admit, it’s kind of hot.

Jim stands up and squeezes your hand tightly before leaving. He brushes past Langdon, exiting the room with his clothes in his fist. Langdon stays in the doorway, hands behind his back as always and chin tilted up to assert dominance. You don’t back down; you stay silent waiting for him to say his piece. You’re not going down so easily this time.

“You’re a stubborn pain in my ass, you know that?” he finally breaks the silence. “People in this outpost are on their hands and knees trying to secure a position, offering everything they can just so I could spare their lives. All the girls throw themselves at me, they wish I could secure a position for them like I did with you. Hell, even most of the men. They wish I could fuck them the way I fuck you,” he seethes.

“So why don’t you,” you bite back. You’ll do anything to get him riled up now, this is weeks of built up rage.

He wears a slight smile, quite clearly trying to camouflage his anger. “Put your dress back on and meet me in my office,” he orders, turning on his heel to leave.

“No,” you reply stubbornly. He stops and turns back to look at you. You walk up to him, challenging his supremacy with each audacious step. “What are you gonna do, Langdon? Hm? Spank me?” you ask in a mocking tone. “Punish me? Burn my soul?” you keep going to get him annoyed, but he wears an amused smile now. His eyes drawing to the ceiling to avoid giving you the spotlight, this only makes you want to dig harder. “I find it hard to believe you’re the antichrist,” you whisper inches from his face, “because half of the time you can’t even fuck me right.”

His haunting gaze closes in on you, you got his attention. “Is that right?” he asks, stone-faced. You slowly nod your head, questioning what kind of beast you woke up in him. His eyes look darker, even his expression looks much more sinister.

Langdon grabs your wrist, tightening his grip and you don’t fight it. He pulls you even closer to him, your feet shuffle until they trip over his Margiela boots. He tightens his grip again and you gasp at the sudden pain. You would never tell him to stop. “You like being punished, don’t you?” he quizzes, a glimmer of hilarity in his serious attitude. “That’s why you were whoring it up with that guy, right? Because you want me to punish you?”

You swallow hard, feeling a numbness take over the hand he grips so snugly. “It would add some excitement,” you reply coyly, all your confidence dissolving before your eyes.

“Look at you. A dog with all bark and no bite,” he spits, a small breathy laugh followed after. “Y/N, if you wanted to be treated like a dirty fucking whore, then why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, making you jump when he curses. Even if he is mad, it’s turning you on. You can feel yourself soaking through your panties. “I’ll treat you like one,” he whispers.

Langdon drags you out of the room by the wrist he’s holding with a death-grip. Your heart drops at how urgent he’s handling the situation. “W-what are you gonna do to me?” you ask apprehensively.

“Oh, you wanted excitement!” he yells loud enough for the whole outpost to hear. He lets go of your wrist, throwing you into his room and locking the door behind him. You aid to your wrist, expecting a wicked bruise to flourish tomorrow.

He grabs your arm, again having a firm grasp, and pulls you into him. He holds your face in his other hand, making sure you keep your pleading eyes on his. “Do you want this?” he asks in a whisper. “Does the dirty slut want to be punished?”

You try nodding your head in his tight grip. “Yes, daddy,” you breathe.

He lets a modest smile slip before returning to his controlling demeanor. “Show me,” he commands and lets go of you. He promptly unhooks your bra and you slowly slide it down your arms. Covering up your nipples until the bra is completely off and exposing them to him, putting on a little show as usual. He still doesn’t look entertained. “I thought you wanted excitement,” he teases.

You bite your tongue from saying anything hurtful. “I do,” you answer. “Do whatever you want with me, daddy.”

He slides his jacket down his shoulders and steps closer to you. Your nipples harden with the gust of wind and he takes advantage. He pinches both of your nipples in between his fingers, squeezing the hard peaks. You moan at his sudden touch and arch your back to invite more. He notices this and twists your nipples, sending a searing pain throughout your breasts. You recoil only for a moment, but once the immediate pain subsides, you welcome more of his punishments.

He twists them again, harder this time and you take in a sharp breath, ruggedly letting it go when he releases your nipples. He gives a rough smack to your perky tits, causing more pain through your chest. You let out a nervous laugh with the second smack. Langdon’s never touched you like this before, he was always so gentle, you never knew he had this in him.

He pulls you back into him, and ravages your lips with his. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and tasting your lips with each smacking kiss. His hands crawl down your back, reaching your hideous panties. He pulls the cotton, wedging the garment between your ass and you gasp. Just like when he pinched your nipples, for a moment it hurt, then it felt unbelievably good. He pulls away from the kiss, biting on your lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.

Langdon undoes his belt and yanks it from his waist. “Turn around,” he says, pushing you the other way. You obey his orders, turning around and waiting for your next command. He takes both of your wrists behind your back and bounds them tightly in his belt, squeezing your, already wounded, wrists so tight that you’re unable to move either of your hands. “How’s that?” he asks.

“Tight,” you answer with a slight chuckle.

He tightens them even more and you wince. “Good,” he responds sourly. “Now, I want you in a position you’re familiar with,” he whispers, his lips shaving the shell of your ear. You feel the hairs on your neck stand up, he’s driving you crazy. “Get on your knees.”

You conform, turning around to face him and getting on your knees, trying to balance yourself without your hands. You look up at him with big eyes, marinating in the hypnagogic moment. Even if you tell everyone it’s a drag, you adore being Langdon’s pet. You love having him dominate you, it’s the only thing that’s kept you sane in the outpost lately.

“I bet you want to taste me now, don’t you?” he asks.

You suck on your bottom lip, moistening them up for him. “I want your cum, daddy,” you nod.

“I bet you’re salivating just thinking about it,” he continues. He wears a condescending smile that negates his words. “But dirty whores don’t get daddy’s cum,” he scoffs. “They lick daddy’s shoes.”

Your eyes travel down his body to his boots. Wired to follow his orders in a heartbeat, you lean down to his leather Tabi boots. They’re quite an unusual design, with a cut in the toe to look like hooves. You run your tongue along the soft leather of his boot and kiss the tip his big toe occupies. You continue licking the top and he lifts up his shoe, exposing the sole. As soon as he lifts it, you look up at him for conformation, he doesn’t budge. There is minimal dust and dirt on the bottom, not too much to complain about. After a second of hesitation, you put your tongue flat on the sole and lick up all of the accumulated filth from the bottom of his shoe. “Good girl,” he encourages. You make sure to clean up every inch and swallow all of it before stopping. He puts his shoe back on the ground and raises an eyebrow, impressed with your commitment. “Now the other shoe,” he orders.

You begin licking the leather again, starting with the little divide in the shoe and working your way out. He lifts up his shoe again and you lick the soles once more. Negligently washing his expensive shoes with your tongue until they’re pristine. You sit up on your knees when you’re done, maneuvering the grime in your mouth and trying to swallow any remnants. “Such a good little whore,” he smiles. “You need something to wash down that dirt, don’t you?”

You nod your head again. “Yes, daddy. I do,” you admit. The feeling of sandy dirt still contaminating your mouth.

He unzips his dress pants; the bulge of his erection bloats in his boxers. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous right now,” he taunts.

Langdon pulls out his erect cock, his length always takes your breath away. No matter how many times you see his dick, it’s always surprising to see how long and thick it is. His father truly did bless him in every possible aspect.

You open your mouth and bring it to his dick, getting ready to suck the tip, but he pushes you back. “No, no, no,” he buzzes. “Lean your head back and open your mouth.”

You do as you’re told, leaning back and opening your mouth. You stick your tongue out of your mouth and he positions himself above you. Holding his hardy cock in his hand and aiming his hole at your face before splashing out a warm fluid.

You close your eyes to avoid any stinging. The liquid spatters onto your face and gets in your hair, making your whole head wet in a few seconds. Once the salty substance hits your tongue, you know that he’s urinating on you. He aims it closer to your mouth and you open wider for him to release into you, using you like a public restroom.

“How’s this for a punishment? Exciting enough for you?” he presses. You swallow everything that he leaks into you, washing down the dirt from his sole with it. It surprises you that the taste isn’t unpleasant, you actually enjoy him using you like this.

His stream gets quite weaker, but you devour every drop he gives you. “Such a nasty girl, goddamn,” he says with a laugh. He stops urinating on you and you swallow the last bit that was in your mouth, finally opening your eyes to a surprised Langdon.

You wipe away some of the urine near your eyes with your shoulder and lick the remains around your lips. “So good, daddy,” you respond sweetly. A slight smirk crosses his plump lips, you can tell he’s proud of you. Proud of his little pet for abiding the rules for once.

He leans into you, his hard cock grazing your lips. You open your mouth, inviting his pink tip in, and suck any leftover urine. You run your tongue over his tip and look up at him, batting your lustrous eyes. He rolls his eyes back when you ram his whole cock into your mouth. Bobbing your head back and forth, not daring to disrupt his pleasure even if you feel yourself choking.

You pull your head back, feeling his length escape your throat. A white string of saliva connects your lips to his dick when you pull away and you suck up any excess saliva you produced. You can’t help but give the head of his impressive cock one more suck before finishing off.

He pulls you up by your shoulders. You stand on your toes to kiss him, but he pushes you backwards onto his bed. You land on your wrists, almost forgetting that he had bound them earlier. He zips himself back up before moving onto the bed with you. You move your arms up, trying to spin your tightly tied wrists, but they don’t comply. They hang off of the bed, while the rest of your body is laid out for Langdon’s consumption.

He starts down by your ankles, giving open mouth kisses on both of your legs until he reaches the insides of your thighs. He kisses the insides, getting slower and wetter the closer he gets to your pulsating core. He lifts up both sides of your panties and lets them go, slapping them onto your hips. You instinctively buck your hips at the sudden slap, then smile at his teasing. He takes both sides again, this time pulling them in opposite directions and ripping your panties in half with minimal effort. You gasp at his aggressiveness. He gasps too, mocking yours.

He sits up over you. One of your thighs threaded between his. He looks down at you, gorgeous blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. He rubs one warm hand over your hot clit, finally feeling his touch is so liberating. He grips your face with his other hand again. “Are you having fun?” he inquires, still rubbing you languidly.

“Yes,” you answer, squirming under his touch.

He stops rubbing you for a moment and you loudly sigh from the loss of contact. He slaps your throbbing cunt and you let out a sharp shriek. He smacks it harder and you groan, curling your toes in agony. You move your head to the side and bite your arm to cope with the pain. “Good,” he says lowly.

He rubs your clit again and you take a deep breath in, still biting down on your arm to not make noise. He rubs faster and harder, issuing a moan out of you. He stops again and you bite hard, feeling a tear roll down the side of your face. You stop biting your arm and glance at him with begging eyes. “Please don’t stop,” your voice falters.

Your pleading falls on deaf ears, his expression doesn’t change. He slaps your throbbing pussy again, getting another yelp out of you. He slaps it harder and you cry out a mangled groan. He keeps smacking your sensitive cunt until it’s puffy and swollen. “Please,” you beg again. He gives one hard slap and you yell loud enough for everybody in the outpost to hear.

He leans in close to you. “Do you wanna come?” he asks, hovering his hand over your cunt. You try nodding your head in the grip of his hand and fail, he slaps your pussy again. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes!” you exclaim. “God, yes. Please I want to come.”

He lets go of your face and moves down your body, running his tongue through the valley of your breasts, down your torso, and all the way to your crotch. He spits on your folds; you feel his warm spit travel down your pussy. He licks it up, the feeling of his tepid tongue on your vagina makes your heart skip. He licks again, starting lower. Then again, starting from your asshole up to your clit. “Michael!” you yelp, his tongue still venturing where it never has before.

He sops up your already drenched pussy and lubes up your asshole with his heated saliva. He slowly inserts two fingers into your pussy, and one into your ass. You take a sharp inhale when he does this, you’ve never had fingers in your ass before.

He starts working your holes, starting slow and steady. His fingers inching in deeper, the metal of his rings adding a pleasurable coolness to your sweltering cunt. He pulses his fingers inside of you, hitting them up against your g-spot. You can already feel yourself coming undone, but you fight to keep yourself together. His tongue licks your clit and you moan, unable to hold it in anymore. His tongue pulses to the same rhythm as his fingers, speeding up at the same time.

The lower half of your body feels completely disabled. Your legs are trembling and your feet are pointed from holding in your pleasure. You grind your hips on his face, his light blue eyes peer up at you, begging for your cum. You’d give anything to unbind his makeshift handcuffs and run your fingers through his soft hair.

You don’t hide it anymore, you let out all your moans. He notices you’re unravelling and takes the opportunity to fuck you harder. Pulsing his fingers inside your holes vigorously and slurping up your dripping pussy. His aggressiveness makes your cunt go numb, and it feels like your world stops. You dig your nails into your hands, aching to touch him. A few yells getting caught in your throat, holding them in in fear someone will burst in screaming bloody murder. “Oh my god,” is all you can manage to mutter through your endless moans.

Langdon laughs, a wave of his hot breath washing over your pussy. “God can’t fuck you like this,” he disputes with a devilish grin. You can’t bring yourself to amuse his joke, you feel yourself coming on him.

Your hips move wildly against his face, grinding yourself against his moist tongue. Nails digging into yourself harder than ever. You cry out his name along with deformed moans, trying your best to stay quiet, but failing miserably. “Langdon! Fuck!” you heave in between solid breaths. You’re both on the same wavelength, he fucks you just how you want him to, just how you need him to. With one hard plunge, you let out your last groan. Your juices spilling onto his fingers and he licks it up, sticking two of his fingers into his wet mouth and sucking you off of him.

“This one’s for you,” he whispers, crawling up to you and sticking his third finger into your mouth. You taste yourself on him, this is the one that was in your ass. It doesn’t have much flavour, it’s rather sweet if anything. You suck it right off of his warm finger, tasting the sweetness of your ass mixed with the saltiness of his finger. “Want more?” he asks.

You nod your head, out of breath from his gratification. “Yes,” you concur, “please give me more, daddy.”

He smiles, he likes when you beg him. “Of course you do,” he responds, “So gluttonous. I bet you want to me to fuck you right now, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod again. “Hard, Mr. Langdon.”

He leans over you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek tenderly. His warm fingers contrast with the cold metal rings that fit each of his fingers, goosebumps instantly line your skin. “I just need to remind you of one thing,” his lips graze yours.

The temptation to reach up and kiss his full lips is unbearable. “What’s that?” you whisper back.

“I don’t share,” he chastises. Your heart drops hearing the hatred possessing his tone.

He moves away from your face. Finally undressing himself, he rips his expensive shirt, the buttons clink against the floor as he starts zipping down his pants. You lay back, watching him unclothe himself with big eyes, waiting for him to unsheathe his shaft. You take the moment to appreciate his beauty, and damn he has a lot of it.

He pulls down his pants and fishes in his boxers when his eyes connect with yours. He cocks his head to the side, taking his hand out of his underwear. “A little privacy,” he smirks, grabbing your legs. He rapidly spins you around so you’re laying on your stomach, the wind gets knocked out of you from astonishment. You wonder how he had the strength to do that.

You feel his weight leave the bed. His warm hands guide your hips towards the ceiling. You prop yourself on your elbows the best that you can with bound wrists. He pushes your legs apart, your knees shaking from nervousness. You feel his hands grab a handful of your ass and you push it out more for him. He lets go and gives a hard slap on your ass, forsaking a delicious sting. You gasp at the sudden pain. “That’s for disobeying me,” he scolds.

You catch your breath, stunned by his hostility. “I should disobey you more often,” you quip.

He slaps your other cheek in response and you gasp again. You feel a depression in the bed behind you and your breath hitches in your throat. His hand resting on your lower back, you feel him drag his rounded tip along your wet folds. “I think you forgot who you belong to,” he sneers. You feel him add pressure on your hole, he spits on his cock, “I think you forgot who your ass belongs to.”

He rams his tip into your asshole and you take in a sharp breath, your hands instinctively reaching to grab him, but unsuccessful from their inability to move. Your upper body falls limp onto his bed. Both of his hands grab your sides as he slowly glides his hard cock into your ass, spitting again for extra lubrication. All of your words get caught in your breath; it feels like he’s intruding, but you don’t want him to stop.

He’s in deep when he abruptly stops. “Relax for me,” he instructs. You let out a wavered deep breath, his warm hands soothing you, running up your back. In your next breath, you let everything out, all of your jitters and tension, stress and timidity, it all withers away. He moves into you deeper and you finally feel the pleasure. A moan slips from your lips and he grabs a fistful of your hair.

He pumps in and out of you, gradually speeding up the more comfortable you get. “Mr. Lan…” his name dies on your lips and your eyes roll to the back of your head. You bite your lip to keep from moaning. “Fuck me,” you whine.

He yanks your hair back and slams into your ass, you pant as he tugs harder. You let out a few pornographic noises and an animalistic groan escapes his lips. “Do you think he’d fuck you like I do?” he snaps, pulling harder, “Do you think he’d take you in the ass? You belong to me.” You let out a laugh, unapologetically entertained by his jealousy. At least it shows he gives a fuck about you.

When he hears your laugh, he sadistically drives himself into you harder, your laugh cut off by a cry. The acute pain is immediately consumed by thrill, your heart pounding with excitement. “Oh yeah, daddy,” you sigh. His pounding gets more intense, he lives for your praise. “Fuck me harder, I’m all yours.”

He relentlessly pulls your hair back and brutally fucks you. Pumping into your ass, the only sound in the room is your skin slapping against his and muffled moans. Both of his rough hands wrap around your neck and your moans get caught in your throat. He tightens his grip, your heart drops. Even though you trust him, Langdon has always been unpredictable. It crosses your mind that he may kill you, but in some sickening way that turns you on. The harder he squeezes, the wetter you feel yourself getting. Your cunt dripping onto his bed, you want to leave a big mess for him.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks. Your words get caught in your throat and you stifle a moan. He does one hard thrust into you, squeezing your neck even more, cutting off your breath. “I asked, who do you belong to?” anger rising in his voice.

“You,” your voice is strained. “I belong to you.”

He eases on his grip and you take in a deep breath, drinking in the air you were deprived. “That’s right,” he breathes, “you’re all mine.” He doesn’t give you a minute to catch your breath before ramming your tight hole even more. You’re greedy for more, pushing your ass against him and shoving him inside you deeper. You feel his leg lift onto the bed, brushing against the back of your thigh. He holds your hair in one hand and your side in the other.

Langdon starts fucking you harder than before. Every time you think he’s being ruthless, not holding back, he upstages himself, vehemently pounding his stiff cock into you. You aren’t intelligible anymore, unable to construct a sentence, unable to say a goddamn word. Orgasm overtakes you. Langdon raises your leg and you fall onto your side, finally able to look at him. His hooded eyes stare down at you as if reasserting his overt dominance.

His stone face breaks, his nostrils flare and he releases a low grumble from his chest. Both of you groaning at the same time with each thrust. He becomes as incoherent as you are. You feel yourself coming on him, only able to yell out your moans to absolve your pleasure. Your soaking pussy gets wetter with each plunge into you.

You fight to scream, but it gets caught in your throat. A final moan pours out of you, your juices spilling all over him as you come on his leg. Langdon continues fucking you until his thrusts get sloppier, his usual reluctance to show emotion is being corrupted by his unyielding moans. His restless technique getting clumsy as you feel him fill up your hole with his seed. His body contorting before sluggishly dropping onto you, exhaling his orgasm with a light grunt. Both of you dripping sweat and fervently catching your breaths, coming down from the ecstasy. His hands scramble to unbind your wrists and you throw his belt to the side, rubbing the sweat from your wrists.

He pulls himself out of you and rolls onto his back, laying on the bed next to you. You feel his cum pouring out of your ass, swiping a bit of it from your hole and licking the salty liquid off your finger. Langdon breathes out a laugh and rolls onto his side to planting a warm kiss on your lips. When he pulls away, his hand stays cupping your cheek, your hand on his. “Did I hurt you?” he questions.

A smile spreads on your face, this is the caring Langdon you’re used to during sex. “No,” you answer, drawing circles on the back of his hand.

“Good,” he sighs. He lays on his back again and lets out a deep sigh. You throw your arm around his body and he pulls you close to him. Your head fits under his arm and he brushes his fingertips against your back, making little figure-eights on your shoulder blade.

His heaving chest grows steadier with each breath, as does yours. He kisses the top of your head and pulls you against him tighter as if he’s afraid you’ll leave. You hear him take in a breath like he’s about to speak, but he doesn’t say a word. You stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the stillness and absorbing everything that just happened.

“Will you ever leave me?” he breaks the lull.

Your heart drops to your stomach. “What do you mean? Why are you asking that?” your voice is hoarse.

“Because you’re all I have,” he sighs.

You fight back the itch to look up at him, instead rubbing circles on his chest with your hand. “I won’t leave you,” you promise. You don’t want to leave him, even if he’s constantly hot and cold, there’s something charming about his temperament.

You feel him exhale and allow yourself to look up at him. You rest your chin on his chest and he looks down at you with a smile, moving some of the hair glued to your forehead behind your ear. His eyes find the ceiling and his face turns neutral as he persists to graze his fingers down your back. You lay your head on his chest again, hearing his temperate heartbeat. In moments like these, it’s hard for you to recall that Langdon is the spawn of Satan. He seems so warm and fragile.

“Y/N, you’re all mine,” he croaks.

You can’t suppress the smile that creeps across your face. “Okay.”

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blakescoven · 5 years ago

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Undress Rehearsal (Duncan Shepherd x fem!Reader)

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

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

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

Word count: 6.1K

moodboard by the talented @hecohansen31

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

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

“Y/N?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn it.

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

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

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

It’s hot in here or it’s just me?

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

Oddly familiar to you though.

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

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

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

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

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

No. It can’t be true.

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

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

Duncan-fucking-Shepherd.

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

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

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

Ok, stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You almost fainted on the spot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why is it always so hot?!

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

How could someone be so beautiful?

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

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

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

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

“Oh please, just call me Duncan.”

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

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

“Is there a problem?”

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

“Excuse me?”

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

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

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

“You’re staring.”

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

“Sure.”

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

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

Then he huffed “Impatient, uh?”

You were hovering on the brink of an outburst.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ok, that’s enough.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“..I went too far.”

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

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

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

he paused,

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

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

“So do you think I’m hot, uh?!”

“You dumbass.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if he’s just interested in sex?

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

“Or now.”

he followed the line of your cheekbone,

“Or now.”

now he was kissing your chin,

“Or—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uhm, de gustibus you muttered to yourself.

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

“Let’s start, shall we?”

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

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

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

MUFFIN.

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

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

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

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

“…Duncan!”

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

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

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

“Just one of the many customers.”

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

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

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

“Please,” he begged,

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

“Go to Hell” you snapped;

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

That heartbreak felt like concrete drying in your chest.

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emmyrosee · 5 years ago

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Please do another Michael Langdon x Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason x Fem Reader. I am literally in LOVE with this concept and your writing is incredible. I like the idea of jealousy amongst the men when the reader is paying more attention to one of them than the others. Dirty with a little soft at the end. Thanks!! 💖

Ahh thank you baby!!! I’m glad you’re loving it and I hope I do this justice!!🥰💕

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You weren’t sure why you were so attached to Michael today.

Neither were Duncan and Jim.

But Michael? Michael was savoring every second. Everywhere he looked, you were just a few steps behind, if not next to him. Cooking at the stove? Your arms were around his waist and you were nuzzled against his back. On the couch, reading? You were curled next to him, scrolling on your phone. The only place you weren’t was in the bathroom with him, but the second he was out, you dashed back over.

Even right now, with the jealous Duncan and Jim, you were curled in Michael’s lap, nose and lips pressing occasional kisses to his stomach through his shirt. His hand was carding through your hair, every now and again massaging the back of your neck with his thumb and forefinger. Neither of you could focus on whatever show was playing in the background, you were so focused on each other and nothing else. You could feel Duncan and Jim’s eyes sinking into your skin as you slowly sat up in Michael’s lap, nuzzling into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Daddy,” you whisper. “Wanna go play?” Michael chuckles at you and leans your heads together, staring into your cheeky eyes.

“But baby,” he whispers, snide blue eyes traveling to Duncan, who’s eyes were also tossed to them. “That would be rude, leaving Jimmy and Duncan, no?”

“Never stopped you before,” Jim says flatly, making Duncan and Michael chuckle. You place your hands along his throat, thumbs stroking along the soft flesh along his Adam’s apple. He swallows thickly, shivering as your thumb traces the muscles.

“Please?” You ask, grinding your hips into his. His eyes grow dark, and he gently grips your hips to still them. “You need to be patient, babygirl,” he says lowly.

“Just take her,” Duncan grumbles, making you both turn towards him. “I’m done watching you two eye-fuck each other.”

You look at Michael, invisible tail wagging behind you in excitement. Michael looks over your shoulder at Jim, “you feel the same way?”

“I’m thinking a lot worse, but that’s the jist of it, yeah,” Jim says just as flatly.

“Cool, thanks,” Michael says immediately after. He swiftly picks you up and dashes to his room, your squeals of excitement and surprise ringing through the halls.

Jim looks over his shoulder at Duncan, “you know we have to get them back for this, yes?”

Duncan furrowed his brows, “screw you, it’s my turn next!”

#wink wink #nudge nudge #duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd fluff #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd x reader fluff #duncan shepherd imagine #jim mason #jim mason fluff #jim mason x reader #jim mason x reader fluff #jim mason imagine #michael langdon #michael langdon fluff #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x reader fluff #michael langdon imagine #duncan shepherd x michael langdon x jim mason x fem!reader

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duncvns · 6 years ago

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Masterlist

Titles with ~ are 18+ material. Read at your own risk

One-Shots ( > than 2k words)

~Mr. Langdon

~The Blood Ritual

~Identity Stricken

-Some Unholy War

-Untitled Fic Teaser

~Darling, Your Hands

Nothing Like Normal (series)

-Nothing Like Normal part 1

-Nothing Like Normal part 2

Drabbles

-Michael sleeping with his hand around your throat

~Michael teasing virgin!reader during an interview

~Michael ordering you to undress and making fun of you during an interview

~Michael with a tongue piercing

-Summoning demon!michael

Blurbs-

~Older!Michael taking your virginity

~Sub!Michael begging (watersports)

Headcanons-

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Michael

- Michael as a dad

One-Shots (2k words or more)

~A Pleasure, Ms. Underwood

~Attention

~Beautiful Stranger

~The Morning After

~Good Boys Don’t Beg

Numb Like Novavane (series)

~Numb Like Novacane

~Numb Like Novacane (part 2)

~Numb Like Novacane (part 3)

Chapter (series)

- chapter 74

Palace (series)

-palace.

-palace, 2

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

-Older!Duncan helping you sleep

-Duncan accidentally telling you that he loves you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you

-Older!Duncan caught cheating on you part 2

~Werewolf!Duncan during rut

-Getting older!duncan angry at work

-Running into dad!duncan as a lifeguard at a pool pt 1

Headcanons

-Being in a DDLG relationship with Duncan

-Duncan reacting to his little regressing in public

-Older!Duncan headcanons

older!duncan blurbs (< than 600 words)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16

Headcanons

~Jim taking your virginity headcanons

Drabbles (< than 1k words)

~Dark!Xavier making you beg

-Xavier comforting you after a bad dream

~Xavier showing you off in Slimmersize class

-Skinny dipping with Xavier

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lovelykhaleesiii · 6 years ago

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Choices (Chapter 4: Goodnight, Princess)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader x Jim Mason

Words: 1,381

Summary: Palos Verdes was the place to be for a fresh new start. It would be hard to adjust with such a change, though it was all too perfect. The families here seemed vibrant and happy, although it’s only when Y/N comes across Jim and Michael Langdon, that she has to make a choice…

Warnings: nothing really...just angst?

A/N - tried to make this chapter interesting, but it probably isn't...BUT it does set the tone of the relationship between Michael and the reader for later ;)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

It was silent, dead silent. There was some distance between yourself and Michael, was just instinct. Although, it seemed Michael was unphased by it, rather in fact, he was respectful of your space, as he continued walking ahead, hands buried deep in his pockets, occasionally his head from would turn to the side near you, as though checking from the corner of his eyes, that you were still there. It was getting cooler as the minutes passed by, as night began to gradually settle in the sky, but still you tried earnestly to memorise the empty streets you’d both passed, scanning for anything out of the ordinary that would help you to remember, although most of the houses looked identical. In your mind, however, you were uncertain of Michael’s intentions still: uncertain if he now had regretted his offer to walk you home. However, you took his silence, as a warning to not disturb him...Obviously, he had something on his mind.

In the meantime, you tried desperately to suppress your heavy breathing. Your time so far into the walk was little, however everything was uphill, and trying to keep up with Michael proved to be more of a challenge than you had anticipated. You were growing tiresome, although you wanted nothing more than to get home… Done with the Langdon’s for the evening. Keeping your head low, hoping that by any means that would dampen the sounds of your deep breaths, were you only then caught by the sudden halt of Michael’s heavy footsteps.

“You want to rest for awhile?” He bluntly exclaimed, as he turned to face you directly, his eyes glued to yours.

There was no denying that you were intimidated by his look, uncertain if he was being sincere.

“No, no I’m fine. How much longer is this walk going to be exactly?” You insisted, as you took a couple more steps towards him, making sure you’d completely caught up with him.

Cocking his eyebrows, he still seemed unconvinced.

“Just another 15 minutes I’d say, but you sound like you need a break. Am I walking too fast for you, need me to slow down?”

Another grueling 15 minutes you thought, Jesus. You didn’t want to delay the walk, nor did you want to anger Michael with your heavy breaths. You felt selfish in asking him to slow down, but it was the only option you had, or so you felt he was expecting. By the way he looked at you, unimpressed in some way you felt, along with his monotone voice...You were convinced this walk irritated him, as much as it irritated you. He made sure now that he walked beside you, and that his pace was as steady as yours.

“So why’d you and your family decide to move here?”

You weren’t at all expecting him to be the one to strike up a conversation: the sudden sound of his voice caused you to whip your head up towards him, only to find that he kept his eyes fixated on the road ahead. Not wanting for him to return the gesture, you turned your head back down towards the pavement, and for some odd reason, you felt a little smirk smeared across your face..You didn’t want him to see.

It wasn’t the question that made you smile… It was the sheer sound of his voice, the fact that he was asking you a question, and much to your surprise a personal one of that.

“Well, uhm- We just that our old home wasn’t a home anymore. As cliche as it may sound-” You chuckled, raising your head, you noticed he instantly turned his gaze towards you and felt your own meeting his.

“We needed a new start, somewhere far,” You smiled, and there it was. That was it.

He smiled. It was faint, but it was there. No matter how few of light there was blazing through sky, you’d caught him. And it seemed as though, he knew you’d caught him, as he instantly tore his face away from you before you had the chance to take it all in.

“Fair enough,” He groaned, before directing you to turn into the street on the right. Still nothing looked familiar to you.

“So as a resident who’s lived here longer, would you recommend this be a good place to make a fresh start? Or do you think us moving here was a mistake?” You question, your smile ever so slowly beginning to fade.

“I guess, it’s a little too late to say now, considering you guys have already moved in. As for if it were a mistake. That’s for you to decide… Let’s just hope you don’t make any decisions, you might regret.”

By the end of his reply, your smile had completely vanished, and instead you were left somewhat disappointed and reminded of how frightened you’d first felt when you;d met Michael. It was as though you’d said something that caused him to become disinterested in you like that… You weren’t expecting that answer at all, and moreso, by the sour look on his face, you knew better but to bite your tongue.

And to make matters worse, it was as though Michael suddenly had disregarded that whole ordeal of you struggling to keep up with him, that he continued to persevere through the walk at his own pace again. Leaving you out of breathe by the end, even if it shortened the duration of the walk...That, you were grateful for.

“I can walk the rest of the way from here-” You insisted, as you instinctively grabbed Michael’s forearm, as you both had just turned into your street.

You saw his face grow enraged as he looked down at your hand on his arm, and back up at you, though he didn’t utter a word. At this point, you didn’t care. You just wanted to be as far away as possible from him and as quickly as you could. He was acting childish: one minute he was fine, intrigued by you, you thought, and the next, completely unbothered. Although, you wanted him to know who the bigger person was.

“Thank you, for walking me home. Much to your luck, next time I might just do it myself, saves you from the walk-” As you slowly felt your grip loosen around his arm, you noticed his facial expression beginning to turn wide-eyed, as if he’d only then noticed that his behaviour was unnecessary. Although still, you looked at him expressionless.

“Goodnight, Michael.”

Just as you’d taken a couple steps passed MIchal, exhaling a deep, relieving breath out, as you looked ahead towards the familiar lawn of your house, that once more, the sudden eruption of his voice booming through the crisp night air, that your body instinctively stopped.

“Who’s to say I didn’t enjoy myself?”

It was as though, through some sort of intuition, that you felt his smug smile piercing through the skin of your back, causing you to face him again. You looked at him, puzzled, as if he really didn’t pick up on his odd behaviour, though no words escaped your mouth in defence… You just continued to stare. As he inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, his chest expanded as his posture straightened, he looked as though he was somewhat impressed with himself. And for what you thought? And yet, despite wanting to have the last word, you were still nonetheless, more frightened by Michael than agitated enough to talk back. You’d persuaded yourself to let him have just this one.

“Goodnight, Princess...” He aggressively exclaimed: his voice was low, though audible enough for you to hear between the distance. He turned away, hands still in his pockets as he retraced his steps, disappearing into the corner of the previous street.

You stood your ground for a couple of minutes still, your eyes still fixated on that particular corner he’d disappeared off into. A part of you simply wanted to make sure he wouldn’t sneakily try to follow you directly back, although you knew, deep down, you just couldn’t move out of fright.

There was something unsettling about Michael, that a part of you wanted nothing more than to avoid, and yet another, conflicting side, was curious to know…

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junglejimmason · 6 years ago

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The Devil Wears Red Latex Gloves

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!Reader

Warning: Oral sex (male receiving for the first time)

You were the personal assistant of the devil, more specifically, the Antichrist.

You didn’t know why Michael Langdon had chose you from all of the assistants working here, at Kineros Robotics—maybe because you were a satanist too—but he did. You didn’t know much about Michael, neither. Just that he was intimidating, charismatic, enigmatic and painfully beautiful.

The fact that he wasn’t talking to you except for giving you some work to do wasn’t helping and it was frustating the hell out of you. You needed to know about him, anything to feed your curiosity.

Michael Langdon was your dark Lord. He owned you just because you had sold your soul to his father a long time ago and you felt like you had to know him. But you had to be cautious with Michael, because you didn’t want to end up in ashes just like Cindy, poor girl.

To your surprise, only after a few weeks of attempts to make Michael appreciated you by endless monologues and your sweet attitude, he started to open up to you and you felt way more comfortable around him since then. Because at the end of the day, Michael was nothing more than a young man with too much responsibilities at his take.

You would say stupid jokes and he would tried to hide his smile but failed, every time. Michael would subtly undressed you with his eyes and you could feel your heart speed up and your skin getting hotter, every time.

You didn’t know why or when it happened but you knew Michael liked you and you were more than thrilled about it because you liked him too, obviously. But Michael was absolutely not acting on it and at some point your were asking yourself if you didn’t imagined it all and that the Antichrist wasn’t actually lusting after you just like you were desperately lusting after him. Unrequited lust.

But one day you discovered how wrong you were.

You were at his desk, editing some files on the laptop for Michael and he was very close to you. At some point he told you how nice you smelt and when you turned your head—taken aback by his compliment—to look at him, you finally understood. Michael was blushing and unable to look you in the eyes.

The spawn of Satan was intimided by you like a young boy who never had experimented anything in his life. And it’s when it all made sense to you. Michael had never experimented anything in his life, anything sexual anyway, and that’s why he didn’t tried something sooner.

You were questioning yourself on how it was possible for this perfect creature to still be untouched. Michael was smelling like sex and destruction and looked like a literal God.

Everybody craved him.

And this was when you came to the conclusion that you needed to do something about it. You needed to show him how it was and how good it felt. To be the first to ever touch him, your lord.

So here you were now, in Michael’s office, asking him for the last time today, "do you need anything before I go home, Mr. Langdon?"

He looked at you from his desk with tired eyes, "no thank you y/n, I will see you tomorrow."

"You are sure? Because you really look like someone who needs coffee." you insisted with what you hoped was a cute smile.

He smiled back at you, "positive. Now if you please excuse me I—

"what about a back rub?" you interrupted him.

"A back rub? Really?" he said a little bit suspicious but no less amused.

"Yes." you answered, "you look tense and I’m your assistant so I have to make you feel better." you were now slowly approaching Michael, looking him up and down with a sexy little grin. "I mean, isn’t what’s supposed to do a good assistant? Taking care of her boss?" you shifted his chair so he was now facing you.

"Well, when you put it that way..." Michael started, he then stops you with his hands on your hips "but I’m not sure this is a good idea. You really should go home, y/n."

You looked down at him and you could say Michael was trying hard not to look at your lips. But he finally did, you smiled and leaned towards him, enough to feel his breath on your face.

"Don’t tell me you are scared?" you teased him.

Michael chuckled and suddenly, grabbed you by one of your arms and pulled you into his lap.

"I’m not scared of anything, you should know that by now." he told you with a wicked smile.

"Should I? you teased him yet again and he nodded, still wearing that damned smile, "then show me." you breathly asked, your lips ghosting on his owns.

Michael finally claimed your lips, tasting you for the first time and you moaned at the feeling. You put your legs around him and when you felt his tongue dancing around yours you started rubbing yourself on Michael’s crotch.

You heard him whimpers so you grinded harder on him and he rewarded you with a loud moan but you kissed away the sound of his pleasure. You could think about nothing but Michael right now, all your senses, guided only by him.

But then his hands stopped the mouvements of your hips and you no longer felt Michael’s lips on yours.

"What’s wrong?", you asked, concerned.

Michael looked up at you and you could sense him struggling with himself.

So you pecked him and gave him a smile, a conforting one. "Tell me, Michael, what’s the matter?"

He sighed and looked down at his lap. "It’s just that I...I’ve never—you know..." he then looked back at you, watching closely your reaction.

You smirked and slowly kissed him again. Michael was really the cutest person you have ever met and you were right all along. He was a virgin.

"It’s alright, Michael." you reassured him between kisses, "you don’t have to do anything," you were now kissing his jawline, "let me show you, please." and you bited his earlobe.

Michael groaned at the sensation and pulled you harder against his crotch.

"You want me to take care of you?" you asked him, panting in his neck between love bites.

"Fuck, yes, y/n." Michael moaned, still rubbing you against him but you stopped him and you heard him whined so you shushed him with a languorous kiss.

It was insane how much Michael was actually touch starved but you didn’t complain at all. In fact you were turned on so much more by it, you could feel the wetness between your legs.

You got up from Michael’s lap and you knelt down before him. With one hand, you rubbed his clothed crotch and gave him your kinkest smile. He smiled back and in that very moment you knew you would give Michael Langdon everything he wanted if he just asked you.

So you unzipped his fly and put his pants down. Then you took care of his boxer and revealed his prominent member, you could’nt help but think how Michael had the prettiest and biggest cock your ever saw.

You scolded yourself internally for thinking like a schoolgirl and when you looked up at Michael, you saw him smirks at you as if he had heard you and you firmly believed that he someway, somehow had.

Still looking deeply in Michael’s eyes, you took him in your hand and started pumping him. Then you licked the tip of his cock and smiled at him when you sensed him shudders. You took him slowly in your mouth and started sucking him, bobbing your head back and forth. Over and over again, pumping Michael’s cock at the same time, your hands in sync with your mouth. You tried to take him as far as you could and Michael’s sexy moans were echoing in your ears. His red latex hand on your head, stroking your hair.

You could tell that Michael was close so you pumped him faster and took him deeper, gagging when it was too much to take but still doing your best and he grunted when you started to play with his balls.

"Damn, y/n, it feels good, so good," a breathless Michael sang, strongly gripping your hair.

You moaned around his cock and Michael tried to push you away but you kept going, resisting him.

"Y/n, please, I’m going to—fuck," he cried out.

You took him out of your mouth—a bit of saliva flowing from it—and told him with mischief in your eyes, "I know, baby and I want you to cum in my mouth." Michael breathed a almost inaudible "you sure?" and then hissed when you took him back in your mouth. A few more seconds of sucking and he was coming, deep in your throat. You could feel Michael’s heat when you swallowed him and you could have swear he tasted delicious.

Then you were standing up, you styled your messy hair and looked over at Michael. When you saw him watching you breathless and with fascination, you sat again on his lap and leaned over to kiss him. When your lips separed, you looked in his beautiful blue eyes and you smiled. "You're okay?"

Michael nodded, "better than okay." He put his hands around your waist and smirked at you. "Now I know what’s the big deal about carnal pleasure."

He then started to chuckles but you stopped him with a finger on his lips.

"Babe, you have so much more to know about carnal pleasure, trust me, it was just the beggining." and you kissed Michael’s smile away.

Notes: English isn’t my first language so please, excuse any mistakes.

Thanks for reading me and I really hope you enjoyed it. 😘

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hyunnielix · 6 years ago

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You’re My Addiction

Jim doesn’t come home after a party and Medina rings you up asking if he’s with you.

Pairing: Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings: Slight AU, Time skip, Fluff, ANGST, Mentions of Drug Addiction & Panic Attacks

Word Count: 1.4k

The obnoxious vibrating of your phone woke you up from the pathetic six-hour sleep that had spelled you last night, or so you should say early this morning.

Rolling onto your side, you rubbed your eyes while letting out a small yawn, finally reaching for your phone that was situated on the chestnut bedside table.

The faint pounding in your head became stronger as you stared at the bright phone screen, hungover from all the alcohol you had let your body intoxicate last night while out partying with your close friend Jim.

Sliding the pick up button without checking the number you brought it up to your ear, softly mumbling a ‘who is it?’

“Hey Y/N, have you by any chance seen Jim? He hasn’t been home since last night and my parents are worried sick about it, including me,” She questioned, sounding incredibly stressed if you had to guess her parents were probably fighting again. You knew how exhausting they could be, especially when they didn’t realise how their toxic relationship affected their struggling teenage kids.

Sitting up in your position, you began to recount everything that had happened during the party trying to remember where Jim might’ve fled off to. Unfortunately, it was useless as your mind was too hazy from the poison called alcohol you had let enter your body.

“The last time I saw Jim was at the party around two,” You explained, running your fingers through your hair sighing loudly. He was probably in one of his reckless moods again he tended to get like that after drinking. You usually always looked out for him, now hearing that the one time you didn’t he was in trouble made you feel more than guilty.

“I’ve been calling him all morning and he won’t pick up,” Medina muttered into the phone unable to fix the situation herself without the help of adults which she desperately needed since her parents acted like three-year-olds, you’d seen it first hand.

“Look, I’ll be over straight away okay? We’ll find him together,” You promised, burying your face into your hands exhaustedly before hanging up.

You had rushed over to the Masons’ household once you found out Jim hadn’t made his way home from after the party. Currently, the family separation had impacted not just Medina but him in a devastating way. He had turned to drugs and his parents were completely oblivious too caught up in their own hellfire to protect their only son.

Tapping your foot against the lacquered wooden flooring, you awaited Medina to return to her room which you were currently situated in.

The cut-out surfing magazines that clung to the walls of her room took your mind off the situation at hand. Hearing the almost violent crashing of the waves from outside her window helped calm your nerves unprepared for the news.

Footsteps clicked against the floor until it reached the door, swinging the door open carelessly, you were met with your best friend looking more dishevelled than ever.

“Y/N We need to go now,” Medina exclaimed, entering the room while frantically inhaling, her tear stained cheeks had already explained to you what was happening.

Abruptly, she collapsed onto the floor letting out choked sobs, jumping off the bed you sat next to her wrapping your arm around her and rubbing her back comfortingly just like you did with Jim.

“What happened? Is he okay?” You asked softly while furrowing your brows in the process, brushing her wavy blonde hair out of her face you attempted to calm her down in the best way possible whilst trying to prevent yourself from suffering a panic attack as well.

“H-He’s In the hospital, it was an overdose, I-,” She sniffled, closing her eyes shut while she wiped the transparent tears away refusing to look you in the eye.

Your breath hitched, blinking rapidly you tried to hold down the tears and cheer your best friend up as that was more important than your own emotions.

“We have to go see him now, p-please,” Medina stuttered, gathering herself together and brushing her clothes off before intertwining her fingers with yours.

“He’ll be fine, he’s a fighter remember?” You remarked, smiling almost sadly while you held her hands in yours nodding profusely after you pulled her up.

“I’m not sure how much longer he can fight this, Y/N.” She confessed, wrapping her arms over her chest while biting her lip waiting for your somewhat reassuring response, she could always count on you to be the positive one in these predicaments.

That heartbreaking statement made your heart wrench, you weren’t sure either.

The ride on the way to the hospital was deadly silent, the comfortableness of the silence was disturbing yet you had a gut feeling that he would be alright.

Stopping at the white front desk, the sickening medicinal smell threw off your senses. You both paused waiting for the bombshell blonde nurse who’s nametag read Amanda to notice the both of you.

“Excuse, uh we’re here to see Jim Mason, I’m his sister,” Medina asked politely while Amanda pushed up the frame of her glasses, her gaze not leaving the computer as she typed away on it.

“Room 239, down the hall then to your left,” She stated emotionless, not bothering to motion with her hands which made you scoff.

Beginning to gain momentum as you both ran down the halls the both of you trailed closely after each other, noticing another brunette who was arguing with a taller male you recognized them as Sandy their mother and Phil their father.

“Thank god you’re here,” Phil exclaimed, pushing past Sandy to engulf his emotional daughter in his arms comfortingly, well would you look at that he was finally doing something right.

“Can I go in?” Medina murmured against her dad’s shoulder, pulling away he nodded motioning for her to go in, pausing her eyes flickered back to you as if asking for you to come in with her.

“You go in, I’ll wait out here, he deserves to be with his family,” You responded, fixing your gaze on the white floor, to say you blamed yourself was an understatement.

“Y/N Thank you so much for your concern, but I don’t think he needs you here right now,” His mother stated condescendingly, pointing her finger rudely at you while squinting her eyes.

“Sandy,” Phil snapped, sending you an apologetic look whilst trying to reprimand his now ex-wife. It didn’t take long for Medina to come out of the room.

“He’s asking for you,” She smiled, patting you on the back while you nodded, inhaling deeply to prepare yourself to see the worst before entering the hospital room. He was laying on his side, facing the light that shone down from the window.

“Y/N?” He croaked out, making your chin tremble slightly as you walked around the obstacle that was his bed.

“I’m not going to antagonize you, but please tell me why you thought it was a good idea?” You asked, squatting before him as you placed your hand on the rail of the bed.

His face was as pale as a ghost, and his usually shining baby blue eyes looked almost lifeless as tears slipped down his face.

“Hey, don’t cry that’s my job,” You giggled, allowing your emotions to get the best of you letting out a small cry whilst covering your hand over your mouth, it physically hurt you to see him like this.

“I thought that if I did something like this they’d finally notice-,” He murmured while you brushed away the tears from his cheeks nodding understandably.

“I was so scared, it’s my fault for not staying with you,” You explained, running your fingers through his fluffy soft hair before cupping the side of his jaw.

“And don’t you dare blame this on yourself,” You scolded him while his lips upturned into a smile as he began to attempt to sit up.

“It’s not your fault,” He assured you, patting the bed for you to sit next to him. Following his actions, you crossed your legs facing him while fiddling with your fingers nervously.

“I have something else I want to c-confess-,” You stuttered, looking at your hands before he lifted your chin up with his finger.

“I know,” He softly mumbled, leaning forward he captured your lips in a passionate kiss making you melt. Pulling away, your cheeks were flustered red gaining a chuckle from Jim as he pulled you into a warm hug.

He was your addiction.

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xxkellsvixen19xx · 6 years ago

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Punishment Or Pleasure Dark!Jim x Reader

A/N: took a shot at a @dark-jim fic so hope I did it justice, let me know what you guys think feedback is appreciated!

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Degredation, Bondage, Overstimulation, Hair Pulling, Use Of A Riding Crop, Orgasm Delay/Hedging, Boot Humping, Oral Male Receives, Dirty Smut, Praise, Dark Jim Being Soft Towards The End

“You’re a nasty, little slut,” Jim Mason tsked. “Repeat after me.”

“I’m a nasty, little slut,” Y/N reiterated.

“You’re a filthy, nasty, little slut that lies to her Daddy.” He barked. “Say it.”

“I’m a f-filthy, nasty, little slut-t that lies to her Daddy,” She sobbed, pulling against the restraints in hopes of gaining relief from the vibrations that seemed to wrack her entire frame.

They’d been at this for what felt like days, but Y/N knew it’d only been hours with the wand.

“You thought that was strong? Listen close, slut.”

The buzzing in the room increased, bringing her perspective to a lurching halt. She felt as if she were ready to choke on the sound alone, that is if the pleasure didn’t kill her first. Her skin was slick with a mixture of sweat, snot, and tears which he used to taunt her, rubbing the wetness across her peaked nipples. It was degrading and intoxicating. She deserved it; she had lied straight to Jim’s face and humiliated him as well.

She’d long lost the ability to moan. Low grunts left her mouth instead.

“Are you ready to explain the picture?” His hands traveled the expanse of her taut, sweat-soaked stomach, teasing the underside of her breasts with light pinches that made her back sharply arch.

“Yes, Daddy.” Y/N swallowed heavily, “I-I went to a party and d-didn’t tell you. I got drunk with my friends and Jessa kissed me, her boyfriend had his phone out and took the picture. I swear I didn't want it, though.”

“And you thought that was acceptable,” His eyebrow rose, “to hide that from me? How do you think that makes me feel? You not only lied about where you were Saturday night, but I had to find out through Facebook? Lying, little whore. I bet you liked kissing her?"

"No, Daddy." She pleaded. "I didn't."

“If you cum you won’t be able to sit for a week.” He threatened, completely ignoring her. While he spoke, he’d relented the vibrations on her clit, pressing the wand to her opening instead and teasing the slit of her sex. She jumped and moaned, trying to escape.

“Yes, Daddy. Yes, I understand.” Y/N pleaded. She knew what was coming, a punishment fuck. And oh, if she didn’t crave it like she craved air. “Oh, fuck me. Please?”

“You crave my cock? Suck it.” Jim positioned himself near her head, carelessly leaning on her hair to stuff his weeping cock into her mouth. Still, he held the wand to her pussy until her clit became numb and tears began to leak from her eyes. He fucked her mouth without care, choking her and sinking his shaft further down her throat.

In the act of begging, Y/N ran her tongue along the underside of his member, hoping he’d take mercy on her.

“My little cock sucker.” Softly, he stroked her cheek, feeling the head of his protruding cock. He tapped it twice. “Is that how badly you want my cock?”

Y/N moaned, hoping to convey the overwhelming need to have him inside her.

"Remember what I said," He warned.

He undid her leg restraints, quickly flipping her onto her stomach so that her hands remained tied and crossed at the wrists. Complying with his order, Y/N lifted her hips so that he could stuff a pillow beneath her tummy, bringing her slick entrance leveled with his cock.

He paused behind her. The air seemed to still, and it was enough to bring her to the brink of tears. Jim was cruel for teasing her, turning her to a sopping mess between her legs but she deserved it.

The sharpness of his penetration took the air straight from her gut; she could hardly exhale—hardly think as he rutted her. There isn’t any other way to describe it. He used her body solely for the ache he felt deep in his groin, it almost angered him to be so consumed by this raw need, and he gave it back to her in a vicious cycle.

Y/N could hardly think, only grasp that her body was no longer hers. She was merely a vessel for Jim’s cum. A throaty whimper left her mouth, and he was there by her ear, releasing soft threats before shoving her face into the bedspread.

Nothing would ever compare to being at the mercy of a man, not like this. Y/N could care less about social conventions or the 'right way' women were meant to be treated in the bedroom. Was it her fault that she craved to be used by Jim like this? Only he could understand and keep the balance, maintain the adultery that she needed to break up the monotony of her life.

“You may cum.” It’s more of a command—a demand, then anything else.

Y/N’s inner walls contracted once, clenching around his pulsating cock as she cried out into the silk of his sheets, voicing each delicious contraction as they came. It hurt so good, and still, he fucked her through the entirety of it, pressing her screams into the mattress as he filled her with his release.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

He stroked her hair tenderly, pushing the wet tendrils away from her face.

"I know, Y/N." He sighed softly. "Now stay here and think about what you did."

Jim left the room, leaving Y/N to wallow in her tears.

Hours later Y/N hears the click of the lock as the door is opened. “I take it you have had time to think… no?” Jim states.

From where Y/N was knelt in the floor with hands restrained behind her back she was mere inches from his cock. She was desperate for it, she needed it.

Y/N’s knees chafe against the floor as she desperately mouths the bulge in Jim’s jeans.

Strong fingers carde through strands of h/c hair. Y/N looks beautiful like this. On her knees, naked, ass and thighs red from the riding crop, hands tied behind her back, and begging to suck his cock.

Jim leans back in his chair and smirks as Y/N lets out a pleading whine.

“Fucking slut, on your knees and begging to suck my cock. You want it? Use your words, whore.”

Y/N looks up at Jim, panting. A large wet stain covers the front of his jeans from Y/N’s spit. She lets her eyes roam Jim’s clothed body, god, he looks so good no matter what he wears. Arousal shivers down her spine as leather-covered hands tighten around the riding crop.

The crop swishes through the air and lands on Y/N’s blushing ass. She jerks and yelps, cunt throbbing in delight as the pain melts into tingling pleasure.

“Lazy bitch, I told you to use your words so use them. “

“Ah! I’m sorry Jim! Please Daddy! Please, let me suck you, let me suck your cock. Please Daddy, let me make you feel good.”

Jim huffs, “That’s better.” and drags the crop over Y/N’s quivering thighs and in between her legs. She whines when the tip of the crop comes into contact with her dripping cunt and rubs across her swollen clit.

Jim brings the crop out from under Y/N and sees that it’s shiny with her juices.

“You made it dirty.”

“I-I’m sorry Jim, I couldn’t help it.”

“Why.”

Y/N shudders.

“Ahh, you...you touched my.....my cunt with it and.... I’m wet, Jim.”

“Oh?” He says. Tone mocking. “How come?”

“I...I’m aroused, Daddy.”

“And what have we done to make you aroused? I haven’t even touched you.”

“You..oh Daddy, y-you hit me, you hit me with the crop and-“

“I punished you,” Jim interrupts ”and that made you aroused?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly, there’s a steel hand in her hair, pulling Y/N’s head up.

“And what does that make you?”

The hand in her hair tightens and pulls until Y/N yelps.

“It makes me a horny bitch!”

”What makes you a horny bitch?”

“Getting wet when you punish me makes me a horny bitch!”

Jim purrs. “Good girl.”

Finally, Jim loosens his hold on Y/N’s hair and his hands go to unzip his fly.

“If you’re going to be a bitch then at least be a useful one.”

Y/N’s mouth waters as Jim pulls his cock out, but she knows better than to be greedy. She looks up at Jim with desperate eyes, asking for permission.

“You look like a puppy waiting for a treat, go on then, Y/N.”

Y/N moans in delight as she leans forward. She lovingly kisses up the shaft until she reaches the leaking tip. She licks away the precum dribbling from the slit before lavishing it all with wet, messy strokes of her tongue, savoring his treat.

All of a sudden, the tip is being shoved into her mouth and Jim is growling.

“Get on with it, fucking lazy whore.”

Y/N gladly complies, relaxing her jaw so that Jim can slide in deeper. She closes her eyes in bliss as Jim’s hand returns to her hair. She starts moving her tongue along the shaft and Jim moans, slowly drawing her head back only to shove it back onto his cock.

Y/N whines and shifts as Jim uses her mouth. Her cunt is drooling, she can feel how wet she is as it drips down her thighs,and her clit hard and throbbing. She humps against the air and moans, high and desperate.

Jim sees this and pulls his cock out of Y/N’s mouth, letting her catch her breath. He runs a hands along Y/N’s chin, collecting some of the drool that covers it before slowly caressing her body.

Her breath hitches as Jim pinches her nipples with wet fingers. They’re tugged on for a moment longer before that hand feels in between Y/N’s legs, gently rubbing her clit, making her buck and mewl.

“Aww poor baby,” he coos, “your clit is so hard, I can feel it pulsing. You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?”

Y/N nods enthusiastically.

“You know how to ask for things.”

“Yes Jim, please Daddy, please make me feel good, please please, oh, oohhh my god.”

The rest of Y/N’s sentence dissolves into shrieks of pleasure as Jim starts to roughly rub her clit in fast, circular motions.

Jim leans further out of his chair to get a better angle of her clit. His ears are graced with the sound of melodic sighs and mewls of pleasure as he moves his hand faster.

Y/N’s hips move on their own against Jim’s fingers. She’s close, she’s so close and oh yes, right there, right there!

And then Jim takes his hand away.

He can’t help but smirk as Y/N groans and sobs.

“Hush now, you said it yourself, or have you already forgotten? You’re a horny bitch, look, you’re even howling and drooling like one. So,”

He presses his leather boot against Y/N’s dripping cunt, enjoying her strangled gasp of surprise and pleasure that follows.

“if you insist on acting like a dog then rut like one.”

Y/N bucks her hips, the contrast between the smooth leather and the roughness of the laces making her whine. Soon, she’s humping the boot with wanton abandon, her wetness making the leather shiny and slick.

Jim presses his cock back to Y/N’s lips and groans as it’s engulfed without hesitation. They quickly build up a rhythm, him thrusting into that welcoming mouth and Y/N rutting against his boot.

“Ngh, looks like you’re good for something after all, Y/N,” she falters, nearing the edge, “Don’t you dare cum before me, you’ll wait until I say you can.”

Y/N whimpers at the command, desperately grinding her clit against the smooth leather, unable to slow down. She hollows her cheeks to make it tighter for Jim, coaxing him to orgasm.

He grits his teeth and buries his cock down Y/N’s throat as he cums.

“Aahh, fuck. Swallow it, good girl.”

Y/N purred happily as she tastes Jim on her tongue, suckling until he pulls out.

“Mhhm, what a talented little whore I have.”

Y/N keens as the praise goes straight to her clit.

“P-please Jim.”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me cum Jim.” She begs, voice feathery with arousal.

“I suppose you’ve earned it, go ahead, cum.”

Y/N howls as she cums all over Jim’s boot, eyes rolling back and drooling as she arches her back.

“Thank you, ohh thank you Daddy.”

Jim gently cups Y/N’s face, tracing over her swollen lips with his thumb.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Y/N feels her stomach flutter happily at the praise, kissing Jim’s thumb as it passes by her mouth again.

Then Jim’s pushing his head down to face the boot that she just came on.

“Look at what your messy cunt did to my boots. Disgraceful.”

“I’m sorry Jim.”

“Lick it up.”

Y/N moans, gladly licking at the tip, the taste of herself mingling with well cared for leather is intoxicating.

“Yes Daddy.”

Credit to owner for gif

#dark jim #jim mason #tribes of palos verdes #fem reader #fan fiction

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hecohansen31 · 5 years ago

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A Truly “Wicked” Plan:

Jim Mason+Reader

A/N: Hello there, lovelies!

It’s been an awful long time since I posted about my favorite ocean boy!

(Also for the fans of “Just Ride”, I am working on some angst about that fic, plus I low key want to write a very cute epilogue so you can all enjoy some sweetness...).

So here is a bit of a fake-dating AU, mixed with on of my favorite musicals, “Wicked”!

I honestly wanted it to be more on the musical at the start, but then this came out and although I know it isn’t perfect (I know that it might seem a bit rushed) I wanted to let out a bit of musical love.

Hope you’ll like it!

(Also before you go in, or meanwhile reading this I highly suggest to listen to this... or the entire “Wicked” soundtrack, you do you boo...)

(Feedback in any form, as long as it’s respectful, is very much welcome!)

Love you lovelies!

SUMMARY: Right when you get your perfect role in your favorite music, your long-time and annoying crush, Jim Mason, is casted to play your lover... which might turn out to be more interesting than what you might have thought...

WORDS: 4, 1 K.

WARNINGS: Just fluff, and musicals and mention of drug abuse!

She had always wished to play Elphaba in “Wicked”.

Not only because she had felt so similar to that character, but also she loved her parts and songs.

And whenever she had considered actually trying for anything musical-related she had found herself drifting to “For Good”, covering both Glinda and Elphaba’s parts, laughing at herself in her room.

So not only she had been fully overjoyed when her school had chosen “Wicked” as their annual musical, but the best part had been that she had been chosen to play Elphaba, since most of the girls had either tried for Dorothy or Glinda.

She had been just happy to wear that green paint and twirl around with a broom, no matter her shyness, no matter how uneasy she felt in big places.

But on the stage, with her dress and her broom, but most importantly… her voice, she could be anybody, even a cool person.

She had been deaf to any kind of insults or snicker thrown her away, too focused on her role, or at least this had been the route till they had casted Jim Mason as Fierro.

To say she had had a crush on Jim Mason since he had first come to Palos Verdes had been an underestimation of how much her little heart speeded up whenever he passed near her, and the way he laughed…

But she had seen the people he hanged out with, and she didn’t belong with them, so her chances to even catch his eyes were less than zero.

Well at least till they had to pretend to be lovers, sharing even a very emotional song, one of her favorites.

She had hoped that it wouldn’t be awkward in any kind of way.

But Jim had also made it very clear that he wasn’t there because he liked the musical, straight up messing up everything much to the amusement of his idiotic friends, not learning lines and not coming to their tryouts.

And she had tolerated it because she was a small fish in the chain of her high school, but she also had her own breaking point, which happened when she was trying the stage moves, just for Jimmy to bump into her with painting, making it all fall on her stage-dress.

It was an accident but she… lashed out on Jim.

“Why do you have to ruin anything?!” her words seemed to shpck him and he moved to apologize and to stop her from leaving, but she was full of embarrassment and pent-up anger “… don’t touch me! I honestly hate you! You shouldn’t be surprised that they casted you as a scarecrow without a brain!”.

As soon as she got in her car, the rage had been pushed away by shame, for the little show she had given everyone, clearly feeling she had overreacted, passing off as an hysteric woman, most of all because she had lashed out on poor Jim, right when all that had happened had been an accident.

So, she had decided to avoid try-outs for the rest of the day, going home and trying there Elphaba’s poses, meanwhile her mother tried to clean her dress.

The following day she had actually thought about avoiding going to school, not wanting to confront Jim and the others, but she had forced herself to, not wanting to miss anything due to her embarrassment.

She had to try things out, before confirming they weren’t working.

At school, nobody acted against her or did anything out of the ordinary, and she was actually surprised to see Jim standing by her usual seat, before English literature started, looking like he had had a pretty sleepless night, and she honestly thought about running away.

But he spotted her and smiled at her, trying to brighten the entire situation, even pushing himself up, from his cradled position.

She moved closer, to her desk, setting her backpack down on it, meanwhile he ruffled his hair, before adjusting them, finally facing her.

-I just wanted to say…- he started, but she swiftly stopped him, immediately wanting to apologize.

-…I am sorry for lashing out at you, yesterday, I am sorry… it’s the anxiety for the musical…- she wanted to move onto this thing fast so she could go back to being ignored, when Jim stopped her, grabbing gently her shoulders to make them straighten up and look him in the eyes.

-Hey hey, none of that, I was the one who fucked up…- his words made her melt, mostly because from the regret in his eyes he meant what he said-… I will pay for the dress, whether to get it cleaned or to get it sawn it again-.

-Jimmy it was an accident, don’t worry- she immediately caught upon on what she had said and he seems as surprised as her, before smiling brightly at her-… oh Gosh, I keep on being stupid… sorry-.

-You can call me Jimmy, all you want… you are the cutest- he patted her shoulder, before bringing her closer, getting her to screech, meanwhile he hugged her gently and immediately she felt wrapped in the pure warmth of happiness -… I am actually the one who should be sorry for having been a true “brainless scarecrow” to you, I swear I will take my role as prince Fierro seriously-.

Still wrapped in his arms, embarrassed almost as much as that time her top had come off, after she had jumped in her best friend’s swimming pool, she didn’t know how to react and mumbled up a few “mmmhhh”, “oh you are not” and “you have nothing to be sorry for”.

But Jim, kept on being stubborn and maintained his opinion, before releasing her and getting down on his knees, making her gasp louder.

(She was sure that a pretty crowd was watching them, but she avoided looking anywhere other than Jimmy’s eyes).

-I sweat on my knight’s honor I will avoid anything coming your way, paint or terrible acting, and take this role serious- he swore, as if he was seriously pledging his loyalty to her.

-Jim, please, get up, you are making a scene- she immediately covered her eyes, meanwhile Jim just laughed.

-C’mon, you know what you have to say- he prompted her, and she almost thought that he was trying to get back to her, through making fun of her.

But still she complied his order, although rolling her eyes, annoyed, at his childish, but cute, behavior.

-… oh, my courageous knight, I appreciate this, and I shall accept thy pledge- and he finally got up, before holding out his hand.

-Truce? – he asked her -I swear I will take this role seriously! -.

-Truce- she accepted his head, before looking at him seriously -…only if you come up an hour before for rehearsal, since you are pretty behind with your lines-.

Jimmy just smirked at her, before muttering something like “you are tougher than I expected”.

Well… he got a big storm coming.

Between her and Jim things started to get better, mostly because as soon as he started taking the entire thing seriously, he was pretty good as Fierro, and the chemistry between them was tangible.

Or at least it was what the musical director, Mrs Santana, had said when she and Jim had performed for the first time “As Long As You Are Mine”, without a single mistake.

Also, she had severely forbidden Jim to appear at rehearsal under the influence of anything and although it was sometimes hard, his hands getting tremors and sometimes is voice breaking, she had done her best to calm him down, strangely getting Jim to open up with her.

“Since he has left us…” he had once confessed to her, meanwhile they took a moment to breath outside, him smoking and her hiding in his jean jacket, since it had appeared to be colder than what she had foreseen, making her leave her jacket inside “… mom has gone crazy, and I just… feel like everything is pushed on my shoulder…”.

And she had hugged him, murmuring sweet nothings in his ear, calming him down, answering his worried calls in the middle of the night, no matter what, listening to what he had to say, before giving suggestions advice or just a nice word.

She had been there for him in order for him not to go back to his old habits.

Meanwhile she did his best to keep him from any toxic behavior her crush had developed into something different, more mature.

But she wasn’t sure about Jimmy’s feeling, mostly because he was going through so much at the moment and she didn’t want to push him into something, just because he felt in debt with her for her comfort.

So, she had tried to keep their friendship at bay, lighter than anything else.

She rejoiced whenever he called her “Elphi”, faking that she was offended for it, but her heart swelled every time he muttered it, or when she had seen him saving her number under that ridiculous nickname.

The day of the show, she was straight up panicking, but tried to keep it all in, smiling nervously at the other guys of the crew, meanwhile they waited for everyone to arrive; she had actually made a few friends with a few of her fellow stars.

The only person missing was Jimmy, and when he arrived, he seemed shocked, enough that she took him away to comfort him, before they went on the stafe.

“Is everything…?”

“My mom discovered about this entire thing and forbid me from coming here” he looked seriously close to having a panic attack “I had to fight with her… and I don’t want to go back home”.

“You can come and stay at my house” she proposed, knowing it wouldn’t bother her parents, mostly because after they had heard what had been going on with Jim, they had insisted to host the poor boy, on the worst nights.

“I need…” and he reached for his pocket, where he usually stored his drugs, something of his she had picked up over the course of events, but she stopped him, gripping his hands in hers, bringing them between them, and looking at him sternly in the eyes.

“No, you don’t need them”.

“… they will make me feel better” he mumbled, trying to lower his eyes, but she kept the eye-contact.

“For a few hours, then it will be worse, you know it!” she told him “…I know it is hard and I don’t expect you to believe me, but… Jimmy… there are better ways to get through this, and no matter what… it will get better, you have to believe me-.

Jim didn’t seem too convinced but he nodded, before bringing her in a bear hug and she softly sniffed his smoke-filled smell, caressing gently his back till she felt him relax under her.

-… also you don’t have to play Fierro, I can tell Mrs Santana…- she tried, but he shushed, his smile a bit brighter.

-Elphi, I had to wear a tights, so I am not going to let it all go to waste- and then he gave her a little push, to make her turn her around -… move your ass, we have a crowd to impress-.

-…only if you feel ok- she added, trying to look back at him, but he was avoiding her eyes, before pushing her, playfully, again.

-I am ok, but I seriously might take up on the offer of staying on your couch…- and then he wiggled his eyes -… or in your bed-.

And feeling daringly she turned around, sending him a malicious look:

-… let’s see how well you do on the stage, Fierro! -.

They had been amazing, but that hadn’t surprised her.

Not a single bit.

They had been ready to give their best.

And that’s what they had given to their audience.

They had performed perfectly the entire duet, heartbreakingly well, not even stepping on their toes once, which had happened frequently during their tryouts, and the entire exhibition had been extremely and truly magical.

She could feel it.

The audience had been extremely excited for the entire song, cheering loudly, and even more loudly when Jim had leaned down to kiss her on her lips, after their song had finished, something which hadn’t been programmed, but it all seemed so emotional and their chemistry had indeed been amazing and…

Still, they had never talked about it, not even mentioned it.

And Jim seemed the calmest about it, when moving off the stage.

But she wasn’t.

Was that a stage kiss? Was it a real kiss?

She had been confused but chose to relegate her anxiety about the situation on a little treasure chest in her brain, in order to go on with the show and then ask her questions when it all ended.

But it all went to hell as soon as she had another scene with Jim and she almost stuttered her lines, but managed to get through the end of it all, but Jim seemed to see through her uneasiness, getting her aside, knowing they had a few minutes of calm, before having to get back on stage.

-Hey, Elphi, is everything alright? – he asked, concerned, and she didn’t want to lie to him or even say the truth, since it might scare him, but…

-I am just a bit anxious- “about what that kiss might have meant”, but she decided to leave that part out, immediately getting him to push a few strands of hair out of her face, gently.

-You are doing amazing, Elphi! -she knew he was a flirty and touchy guy, with no knowledge of boundaries, but that behavior.

This was worse than math.

-Thank you- she just said, trying to get out of this awkward conversation, before he gently kissed her forehead this time and all her defenses were down.

-Jimmy.. why are you doing this? – maybe he was just looking for some kind of comfort, through touch, after he had been starved of it for so so much.

Or maybe he thought she might have wanted some kind of retribution for her comforting…

-For the same reason Fierro would follow Elphaba, betraying anything else- he seemed so so serious and close to kissing her -… that’s what is my next line, say by the way? -.

She swore he had somehow blushed, but other than that he was absolutely serious and it was indeed the next line so he wasn’t lying or…

She just smiled and nodded moving away, not seeing the way Jim looked at her almost as if he had lost his chance… and maybe he had.

At the end of recital, she was so pumped with adrenaline, that the strongest emotions provoked by the kiss with Jim seemed to pass a bit.

Mostly because after what he had said she had just brushed it aside as “a sudden acting choice, in the spur of the moment”.

The entire crowd had been shouting their names, asking them to perform a second time, applauding loudly and even screaming.

Her parents had talked about it for the entire ride, complimenting both her and Jim and her mother had almost made her laugh hysterically, in order to hide the truth, when she had said about “how in love” her and Jim looked, and even Jim had seemed taken aback from it, smiling and thanking quietly your mother.

Her parents hadn’t been able to stay for too much at home, because her sister had apparently had a little problem at the sleepover she was supposed to be at so she had called her parents to ask them to pick her up, leaving her and Jim, alone.

She hadn’t known if it had been the adrenaline or anything else, but she hadn’t minded much about it, unlike Jim who had sent her father a look as if to say “you seriously trust me with your daughter?”.

But her father had never had problems with boys, since she had been extremely calm and slow and he didn’t expect her to be the bold type, plus she was supposed to be alone with Jim just for maximum fifteen minutes, in which the boy moved to her room to change, meanwhile she scooped anything sweet in the kitchen for sugar after the musical.

She couldn’t help but giggle and jump around, extremely happy for what had happened in the musical, proud of herself, for having conquered everything that had stood in her way.

And sadly, this hazy happiness made her accidentally walk in on Jim, who hadn’t locked the room, and she stopped, moving closer to her room, waiting for Jim to give her the sign that she could come in.

But not only the door wasn’t locked, but Jim was on the phone, and the conversation was about her.

“Yeah, the musical went well, Medina!” he answered, a bit annoyed, probably something much more important stuck in his mouth “… but I think I fucked up with (Y/N)”.

And that’s when she straightened up her antennas, understanding that she was involved in whatever they were talking about.

And as much as she felt bad for snooping in Jim’s phone call, he said her name and she was extremely curious.

“… I kissed her” so he had kissed her, he had wanted to kiss her “… and then she asked me why and… I got scared and… I said a lie… and… and I think I scared her… shit shit shit!”.

She remained shocked on the threshold of her room, hidden behind the door, waiting for the phone call to end, meanwhile she pretended she hadn’t heard anything, but her cheeks were burning up and she was pretty sure they were flame-red, now, but her heart was beating so so loudly.

“… what do you mean with ‘everything is alright’?! I might have fucked up my relationship with my best friend, the one person who accepts me for me… I… am trying to calm down, Medina!” she honestly felt extremely bad, for being unable to comfort him “… yeah I think I won’t say anything if she doesn’t mention it, and hopefully she might forget it… shit I fucked up”.

She knocked on the door, feeling as the conversation should have ended there and, and immediately Jimmy came at the door, appearing in a lousy pajama, she had gotten him from her father’s wardrobe, smiling tightly at her.

-I brought refreshments- she tried to avoid talking about the true elephant in the room and to appear natural, not as if she had just heard her crush confess his true feelings about her -… so this can be a proper pajama party-.

He smirked, eyeing chocolate in her hands, immediately trying to steal it from her hands, hence they had a bit of fight over it, before they stumbled on the bed, her on top of him.

The position was awkward enough, after what had happened till that moment.

If she hadn’t pinched herself, she would have believe this was all fiction.

-Jimmy…- she whispered, staring him in his eyes, meanwhile he nodded at her call of his name, trying to make as much space as possible between them, so it would feel more comfortable for her and it wouldn’t look like they were five minutes from kissing each other -… I might have overheard you talking with Medina-.

And he looked like a deer caught in headlights, immediately scrunching away from her.

-… how much have you heard? -.

-Enough to know that the kiss wasn’t accidental – she mumbled, and he looked even more scared, avoiding her eyes, and getting up from the bed.

-Then… I shouldn’t…- but she grabbed his hand and stopped him from leaving.

-Can we talk this out? – she knew that they needed to talk, at least for their mutual respect.

-I am… I am sorry I kissed you, it wasn’t…-.

-I didn’t mind the kiss, Jimmy- it had been so sweet -…but I need to know if you meant it, because… the truth is that I have had the biggest crush on you since forever-.

And he seemed to rejoice at her words, turning back to take a look at her, shocked.

-… but I don’t know about your feelings; I don’t want you to feel forced into this relationship because you feel like you owe me something; no matter what shall come, I will be with you, to comfort you and support you, but… I don’t want your feelings for me to be confused with something else-.

She tried to be as clear as she could with him, looking him in the eyes and trying to appear sincere

And he looked back at her, truly did, smiling gently, before caressing her left cheek sweetly.

-I have had a crush on you, since I first got to know you at the musical, after the entire “painting incident” and I can’t deny that you being gentle and comforting with me, hasn’t had a role in my feelings for you, but I don’t feel like I owe you anything, I mean… I will be forever thankful for you and your words, but those things only made me realize what an amazing person you are-.

And he had been as sincere as her, in his words, looking at her reverently and this time it was her who leaned in, placing a small and chaste kiss on his lips, not even knowing how to kiss perfectly, not at least as him, but he was slow, he took his time with him.

-I don’t deserve you- he mumbled, on her lips, getting a straight up glare from her, which made her pull him into her, immediately getting on top of him.

-First thing you need to know Jim Mason, if you want to date me: people don’t deserve each other, people find each other, they respect and believe each other, and try to make things work out; no self-esteem bullshit, as long as we are together- and she made it clear, kissing all his face, a strange euphoria had taken over, as soon as the knowledge that her crush wasn’t one-sided clicked in her brain.

Meanwhile he gently smiled at her, caressing her hair, before dragging her by it in a new kiss, much less chaste than the previous, definitely lazy (something she always linked to Jimmy) caressing her lips with his, meanwhile his tongue licked her bottom lip and then he went to her upper one, meanwhile she tangled her hands in his hair.

And swiftly the situation was becoming more and more intense, with Jim’s hands wandering a bit, although he had been sweet enough to ask each time for permission, which she had gladly given.

He was halfway through her shirt, when they heard the door of her home open and her father chatting.

They had immediately straightened up their position, adjusting their clothes and putting some distance between them, collecting he food that she had brought and faking they were just eating and talking, calmly.

She really hoped they didn’t notice that her lips were a bit swollen and that she had red blushing cheeks, but her parents were too tired and just told them not to stay up too much, and her mother told Jim that if he wanted, his “bed” was ready.

They just nodded and waved their “good night”s to her parents, before Jim, comfortably laid down on her bed, a bowl of Nutella in his hand, searching for the spoons, sprayed on the bed, getting a side-look from her.

-Oh c’mon, you don’t want all this sweetness to go to waste?!- he mumbled, pointing to the Nutella.

-I just want you to know that this relationship isn’t starting well, if you, in bed with your girlfriend,,. All you think of doing is eating Nutella-.

He seemed somehow taken aback by her words and she thought she had gone too far.

-… does this mean that you are my “girlfriend”? – he mumbled, raising up and meeting her halfway for a sweet kiss.

-As long as you are mine- she mumbled, straight up on his lips, meanwhile he got away and giggled shyly.

-Only my nerdy girlfriend could say something like that after we just performed “Wicked” … - he mumbled, before kissing her again, pushing her under him.

-… but you like me even more because of that- and Jimmy didn’t answer, just kissed her again, and that was enough.

They were enough for each other.

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Hope that you will like this!

(I am sorry if it was a bit too romance focused than musical, I just wantedb to write something sweet, musical themed, but let me know what you thought about it, it would help me a lot!).

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