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saintmuses · 9 months ago

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❝𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x Reader x Thomas Shelby

Summary:

Lenny came home from a long trip to America, only to catch Thomas with Y/N in her bed and decided to cross the line of friendship to have what was being offered to him.

Warning(s): SMUT. Threesome. Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Anal. Double penetration. Voyeurism. Minor flashback in italics. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3.1k

Lenny could feel his gaze on the beauty hardening as he realized she was bare. Not a stitch of clothing was seen anywhere near the capacity of her.

He dragged his eyes, trailing down to follow the slope of her neck, inching towards the curve of her breasts. He inhaled sharply when he noticed the redness creeping towards, and he realized she was flushing when he could imagine the thrum of her blood rushing through her veins.

Upon traveling to America for a few months due to his position as a spy for the Crown, he had left the woman who he was very sweet towards back in England and intending on courting her when he returned. He had absolutely no idea that someone else already had their eyes on her as well. Although at the end he was not angry about it because they both wanted her and deserved her, and it was only two of them that they would not mind sharing her with each other.

She may be angry with him. He paused at the front of the entrance door at her flat...well it would be interesting to see her in that state with icy fire burning in her gaze as she glared up at him, or disappointment with slightly tilted frown on her beautiful face because he had been gone for too long. They were friends. Somewhere deep down, she would understand.

Before he could raise to rap his knuckles against the door, he heard a slight moan and a gasp following with a breathy laugh.

"Look at you, love." A deep male voice murmured, due to keen sense of hearing which had allowed him to have a position in the job, he was able to pick up on the voice coming from the inside. "All desperate for me cock."

He wasn't prepared to see another face that bore his facial features, catching his brother Thomas in the act when he quietly slipped into the flat and into her darkened room with only lone table lamp at the left side of her bed.

He nearly growled when he saw his brother hovering over her, thrusting leisurely into her on the mattress as he held her arms above her head.

Somehow, he knew she was able to sense another presence in her room when her eyes drew to his, surprise hinted in her gaze as her mouth dropped open, gasping his name.

Which brought them to this moment.

"You want her, don't you?" Thomas murmured, shaking Lenny from his reveries, and he turned his head to the face reflecting his. Amusement hinted in his brother’s depths. "You want to own her. I can see it in your eyes," he heard him chuckle lightly. "I felt that way when I saw her for the first time."

His eyes flickered to the eyes in front of him that reflected his depths' color. His jaw clenched before he turned his gaze to Y/N sitting on the bed.

His attention was drawn away from her once again when Thomas stepped aside, sitting down on the bench next to windowsill. "Don't let me interrupt you guys," he smirked, settling against the wall. "I want to watch."

She huffed, her eyes narrowing at his brother. "Pervert." Then she turned her gaze to his, faltering when he knew she noticed him inching towards her, closing the distance between them.

He would say he wanted to fight this feeling, the spell she'd put him under, but the truth was...he didn't give a damn anymore. Let her light him on fire, and he would thank her as he burned.

He began to undo his blazer, drawing his arms out of the sleeves before dropping the fabric onto the floor beside him. He then undid his dress shoes as he walked towards her.

He used to be very perilous on where he would organize his suits, but somewhere deep in him stopped caring the moment he saw her.

His eyes were drawn to her when she began to kneel down on the floor, he knew wasn't kind to her knees.

He stared down at her with a resolute look, almost similar to the first day they met where he put up a façade of apathy, bordering on indescribable except this time it was with softness.

His eyebrows furrowed when she slowly reached for his hand that was clasping the outside thigh loosely, he allowed her to drag his hand from the side of the thigh to the front of her face.

Parting her lips, with her eyes fixed on his, she guided his middle finger into her mouth and sucked in a lustful, suggestive way. His icy blue eyes darkened further as he watched her wrap her pouty lips around his digit, and he inevitably groaned at the sensation of her wet tongue running up and down the digit, her cheeks hollowing and vibrating according to her moans.

While she was sucking on his finger, she could perfectly see the desire that was burning inside his gaze, and she savored the taste of triumph. When he groaned in discontentment when she pulled her mouth away, letting his finger slid out of her lips with a wet pop, she knew that he needed just a little more nudge to give in to his unholy desire.

She held his wrist in her hand as she slowly trailed her tongue from the bottom of his index finger to the tip, she kept a keen gaze on his as she swirled her tongue around the tip before pushing his finger into her mouth.

His eyes were already the color of a dark stormy sky due to the state of arousal which it caused his eyes to express a predatory glint. Dilated in pure lust.

He slowly started to move his finger as if he was mimicking the movement of fucking her. Pausing momentarily to add another finger into her mouth, he brushed the pad of his thumb on the top of her lips.

"Imagine she is sucking your cock."

He felt her shudder as Thomas’ voice pierced the silence.

He stifled a growl when he felt her fingers grasping the belt of his trousers, her eyes still maintained contact with him. He shifted his jaw in slight pleasure when he felt her sucking his fingers as she undid the metal buckle, reversing the loops before she reached for his zipper.

The sound of metal clashing against metal as she undid the zipper took over the atmosphere; however, it did not deter the tension that is unraveling between them.

He nearly shuddered as the heat from her fingers wrapped around his cock, drawing it out through the opened slacks. In response, he deepened the velocity of his fingers, easing into her throat before withdrawing completely.

She whined briefly from loss of contact until he put his hand on the back of her head, nudging her mouth towards his cock.

Her eyes blinked up at him before lust clouded her irises. She then parted her lips, her tongue slipped out to lick the pre-cum that was leaking from the slit of his dick.

Feeling the wet heat from her tongue before her lips enveloped the thick tip, he clenched down his jaw, nearly shattering the bones of his jaw and his molars.

He gripped her head, not too much but just enough before he started to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth an in-out motion.

He then craned his neck backwards, his eyes squeezed in pleasure, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

He rarely indulged pleasures these days, not since he had met her.

He then growled when he felt her nose nearly brushing his pubic bone, his cock already hit the back of her throat, and he jerked his head back down to see her peering up at him under her eyelashes.

She was slightly flushed; due to oxygen she could barely inhale around his thick cock.

"Y/N." He groaned, feeling a shudder of lust washing over him as her throat muscles began to contract on his cock every time the head brushed the back of her throat. He was still thrusting erratically, but a little more gently because he didn't want to strain her pretty neck.

Pretty neck, indeed.

His fingers tightened in her strands when she sucked harder. He was sure it felt painful to her the way his fingers were tightening, but in her eyes, she found it pleasurable.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" He breathed deeply, staring into her eyes.

She nodded, and he could feel a smirk growing on his lips. "Good, because you're going to take it all," authority slipped out from his tongue as a rumble began in his chest as his hips started to take over at a speed of slight powerful thrusting. "Every last drop," he groaned as he forced his cock deep into her throat momentarily before a huge weight of pleasure burst through him, growling deeply as he emptied himself into her throat.

There was a slight heady smell that triggered something raw inside of him that existed since the beginning of time.

He nearly chuckled because he knew she became wet by his behavior.

He then inhaled deeply, fraternizing with her scent. His lips curled slightly at the familiarity of the scent; he recalled the smell when he met her for the first time in the office at the Betting House through Polly as his nose brushed the skin of her neck.

He pulled out his softening cock he was sure it will harden again soon. After all he had no refractory period.

He then reached for her, pulling her up after clasping his hands around hers.

She was in a daze, eyes dilated to the point of arousal.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, huskiness coated his tone as he whispered into her ear.

"What?" She gasped.

He chuckled lowly, wrapping his arms around her waist with one of his hands gliding up towards her breasts.

"I didn't stutter, darling." He rumbled as his hand enclosed around her breast, his fingers gripping her breast as he rubbed his thumb across her hardened nipple. "Did you miss me?"

He heard her swallowing inaudibly. "Yes." She whispered.

He slipped his tongue out, tracing onto her skin before he reached her ear once again, nibbling on the curve of her cartilage.

"Good."

There was movement by the window, and they both turned their heads towards the man who had his hand wrapped around his cock. He only gave them a sly smirk before thrusting into his palm slightly.

"Kiss him," Thomas commanded softly. "I'm sure he's desperate for the taste of your lips just like I did when I saw you."

There was a pause in the atmosphere before it broke when she exhaled shakily.

Lenny then felt her stepping out of his arms, before turning around to meet his eyes.

She shifted her gaze, trailing down his facial features, her eyes were nearly drawn to his lips when he parted them to stick his tongue out a bit to lick his bottom lip.

He then leaned in, capturing her lips with his in an obvious passion as he cupped the back of her head to access more of her luscious lips.

She began to unbutton his shirt, starting at the collar, before she could undo the third button, he stilled her movements.

He felt her pulling away, and he knew she was going to question his motives. Before she could ask him, he had already thrown her unceremoniously onto her mattress.

Feeling impatient with himself and rarely impulsive, he acted on it by ripping his own buttoned shirt apart, and he shoved his trousers off as well before kneeling onto the bed.

His lips were already leveling at her chest, taking in one of her nipples in his mouth as he slid his hands onto her smooth thighs to part them.

He then reached down with his hand after settling in between her legs. Closing his eyes as his tongue still lavished her breast, he slowly twisted his wrist in a smooth rhythm as he stroked himself to full hardness.

He then nestled firmly, lifting his head as he aimed his cock to where her entrance is at after gliding from her clit.

His eyes trained on her intensely as she whimpered when he pushed his cock into her slowly, her walls began to stretch deliciously around him as they accommodated to his size.

Her walls were clenching, almost as if it was desperate for his cock as he reach to the hilt. He nearly shuddered at the warmth as it surrounds his girth, clenching his jaw until he was able to focus on her.

He held her gaze as he slowly pulled his cock out, and she whined in protest. He then rocked his hips, causing his cock to glide along her sex, back and forth until her fingers curled around his forearms in a silent desperation.

"Lenny," she whispered, begging. Eyes all dazedly while staring up at him.

He hushed her. "Sweet girl," he breathed. He then sink his cock back into her warmth, inhaling the aroma that was heady in the room with three scents mixed together, as if they all belonged together.

It was a rather strange feeling.

"I can't let you go," he whispered into her ear. "I refuse to." He then groaned before pressing his lips to her skin next to her ear. "He will have to accept this," he growled lowly, thrusting shallowly until she urged him to move faster and harder with a simple please.

He then withdrew from her face, his back straightened with his hands wrapped around her hips. He then set out what she wanted him to do.

His eyes drew to Thomas when he saw his brother in his peripheral vision who was already kneeling on the bed, craning his neck as his lips pressing hers.

Somehow seeing Y/N tangling her tongue with his brother made him thrusted into her harder in response.

His eyes were trained on them, hips stuttering slightly when her walls clenched on his cock. "Stop," he grounded out through his clenched teeth. He did not mind them kissing, but he didn't want to come too soon.

Thomas withdrew his lips from hers, before looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in his depths. Lenny narrowed his eyes at him, feeling uncertain as Thomas edged closer to them.

He swallowed with rapt attention when he noticed his brother maneuvered himself until his cock was pressing against her outer thigh which was quivering as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Thomas had to put his hand on her head, fingers tangling in her strands get her to put her attention on him. He noticed that Thomas tightened his grip before moving his head towards him.

"Lift up," he urged. "Just enough for me to get underneath you guys." His eyes hinted the pleasure at the sight before turning to her, "I'm going to take you..." Lenny nearly jerked his hips in surprise when he felt Thomas’ fingers grazing his scotum before he realized his brother pressed his finger onto the puckered hole of the girl under him. "There."

Somehow, Lenny nearly growled at the thought of both of them penetrating the woman who was writhing on the bed. He found himself not against the idea of sharing her body despite Thomas having her first.

She moaned when he swiveled his hips into her harshly.

He lifted her body easily as her body became pliant, he was still thrusting into her shallower until he felt Thomas’ knees pressing against his arms.

He took that as a sign when he noticed his brother’s hands wrapped around her hips,

Lenny was fortunate that her bed wasn't elevated where he couldn't fuck her properly.

Her eyes squeezed tightly when she felt the head of Thomas’ cock nudging against the ring of muscle, it felt a bit slick then she realized he had coated his dick with his spit to help ease it in her.

"Fuck," Thomas breathed. Muscles tightened in his jaw before it softened. He reached around and grabbed her jaw towards him. He then craned his neck to leave a wet trail from her jaw to her cheek with his tongue. Lavishing her skin, he whispered how beautiful she was with him and his brother fucking her at the same time.

She moaned at his words, quivering before she gasped when one of Thomas’ hands cupped her breast while his other hand was on her hip. Squeezing one breast until the nipple became puckered, and Lenny craned his neck down to capture the pebbled nipple into his mouth, purring slightly as he sucked the skin.

"Don't you like the idea of using her like this every day for the rest of our lives?" Thomas breathed as he thrusted into her beneath them.

"The rest of our lives will be interesting, imagine what would people say when they find out." He murmured into her skin, but loud enough for Thomas to hear.

"Ah, how could I forget." He heard Thomas grunting as his thrusts progressively increased. "You're a stickler for rules."

He hummed, “only some of them.” Inhaling sharply when her fingers dug into his skin of his back.

Thomas continued, "imagine being able to do this with her every day. Fucking her as we please, filling both of her holes with our cocks, and one day...she'll have a child that'll look like us."

He shuddered, the idea of her stomach swelling with a child especially with the one who looks exactly like them sans minor differences like the haircuts.

The image had him thrusting heavily, skin slapping against her thighs as the sound echoed in the room along with their breathings and pants.

"I got you both," Thomas assured them, grunting slightly, already pressing his fingers against her clit, circling it causing her to whine loudly from the sensation.

"Don't stop," she begged as her legs started to quiver.

Thomas hummed as he continuously thrusted into her, groaning when the ring of muscle of hers tightened around his cock.

She released a loud moan as she chased the high until it washed over her in powerful waves.

From her body's response, the walls pulsated around Lenny’s cock causing him to relapse in pleasure. He felt himself emptying into her as he continued to thrust into her worn out body until the last drop was spilled then he slowed down, slumping over her. His cock was still nestled into her as he lifted himself on his arms, so was Thomas’.

"You are mine," he warned her, staring down at her with a possessive glint in his depths. He saw her shifting when they heard Thomas who was still underneath them releasing a low growl. Lenny’s eyes shifted to him before trailing his gaze back to hers, "and his." He conceded, "but no one else."

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darlingsfandom · 5 months ago

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Hi! Do you write for Lenny Miller? How about some smut+fluff for CIA!reader? She is visibly jealous that Lenny is giving attention to Anna.

I do! I write for all of Cillians characters (: I might have forgotten to add Lenny’s name in the last post, I’m sorry! But smut & fluff , you got it friend💕

Pairing: Lenny Miller x Jealous CIA partner reader!

TW: semi public sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, girl on girl violence , face smashing, p in v unwrapped!

It wasn’t unusual having to protect witnesses for you and Lenny, sometimes it was only for a week or a month but being with Lenny made it bearable. This case wasn’t anything special, having to protect another spoiled brat wasn’t unusual and you’d rather do anything than sit here and babysit her. You watched how she’d lightly touch Lenny’s arm or giggle at his jokes. You rolled your eyes every time because again you’d rather gag yourself than be stuck here.

You had went to the bathroom to freshen up but when you came back you felt rage run through your body. It was silly that you had this feeling! Lenny has been your partner for six years, you shouldn’t have feelings for him in any way shape or form but you did. Your eyes weren’t playing tricks, Anna had her lips all over his while she gripped his shoulders.

“Oh come the fuck on!” You whined as you slammed the bathroom door shut while walking into the suite. “I left for like two minutes and you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself.” Your hand flew in the air before you gripped Lenny by his shoulder and yanked him backwards from Anna who stood there with a smirk .

“Lenny darling , I think she’s jealous.” Anna licked her lips as she let out that stupid giggle.

“Don’t call him darling! We’re here to protect you, you little bitch.” Your hand struck her cheek before she could even gasp you had her arm twisted behind her back and bent over the table as her face hit the table. “I could kill you right here right now for being a trader but you have information we need! So count your blessings.” You picked her back up before slamming her face against the table again and storming out of the room making sure to give Lenny a death glare.

You stood in the hallway with one of the other agents who took notice.

“A bit worked up hmm?” He asked as you rubbed the back of your neck.

“I hate that little bitch!” You yelled loud enough that you knew she heard you. Actually anyone could hear you.

“You’re not the only one.” The agent chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder for a minute. You sighed before patting him.

“And then I walk in and she’s all kissy face with Lenny…”

“And you’re jealous !” The agent cut you off with a smirk before you furrowed your eyebrows at him.

“Me? Jealous ? No. Agent miller and I are just partners … why would I be jealous ? Because that spoiled bitch was making out with him and he won’t even look me in the eye since he walked in on me changing ?” You paced the hallway before stopping in your tracks. “SHIT!” You screamed while running your hands over your face, everyone was right. The green eyed monster was in full swing.

“Well if it will make you feel better , I overheard that Miller does find you pleasing…” You whipped your head around and stormed at him.

“When?”

“Last week, after the whole seeing you naked thing.”

“I wasn’t naked! I was going undercover in that red bikini at the strip club!”

“Same difference Y/N!”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed as the other agent looked down at his watch.

“On the bright side, you two get to switch out and go relax while we watch her.” The agent patted your shoulder as he walked in with his partner while Lenny walked out with your coat in his hand.

Neither of you said a word after he handed you your coat. You put it on and walked as fast as you could into the elevator , but he caught up. The two of you stood in silence all the way until the two of you made it to the parking garage.

“Are we going to talk about what the fuck happened back there?” Lenny asked as the two of you looked for the car.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You said coldly.

“Really? Because I think there is.” Lenny grabbed your arm and pulled you back making you stumble a little.

“So I smashed that brats face into the table, she had it coming sooner or later.”

“Smashing her face because she kissed me doesn’t count as a …”

“FUCK! Okay I did it because I was jealous!” You threw your arms in the air before dragging your hands over your face. “She had no right to kiss you! She had no right to touch you!” You stood there with a pouted lip like a child. “Fuck! Listen okay, Lenny I like you a lot! I’ve known you for six years! You’ve saved my ass and I’ve saved yours. And here she comes acting like she’s known you and can just do that!”

Lenny stood there with a sly smirk.

“Don’t look at me like that! You seen me changing into a bikini last week before she came along…”

“I know I did! And I’m sure you’ve heard that I enjoyed it. Now if you calm down for a minute , let me explain…” Lenny grabbed your shoulders and looked into your eyes. “I like you a lot too. I’ve thought about you in ways I shouldn’t, but I have.” His eyes looked deep into yours as you stood there watching how his lips moved.

“Kiss me!” You whispered and Lenny listened. He closed the gap between your bodies while pressing his lips against yours. It was soft, sweet and slow at first. His lips moved down the side of your jawline making your eyes flutter close while he held his gloved hand on your throat. Lenny watched how your mouth hung open, how your eyes closed, the way your knees started to buckle, he had you where he wanted you. He stood up straight and let you go. The two of you stood there breathing heavily before he pushed you against the wall of the parking garage. His fingers traced over your lips before sliding the leather into your mouth to which you quickly wrapped your lips around it.

“See I knew you could be a good girl.”

You let go of his finger. “Don’t push your luck agent miller!” You curved your lips at him before you looked around the dark garage. You pushed your body forward against his before whispering into his ear “if you want a good girl, you’ll fuck me right here, right now!” Your lips wrapped around his ear lobe making him moan. Lenny gripped your hips and pushed you back against the pillar.

The two of you stood there looking into each others eyes before he kissed you again. This time the kiss was hot and heavy. Your hands wrapped around his body as he went down the side of your neck making sure to leave open mouth kisses and bite marks that turned a deep purple instantly. His hands fumbled with your pants, pulling them down to your ankles along with your panties. Lenny looked at you as you shivered when the cool air breezed past your wet cunt.

“I’ll take it easy on you baby.” Lenny ran his leather finger over your folds slowly before pushing it in slowly. You gasped loudly making Lenny put his hand over your mouth. His finger slowly pulled out before going back in. He used his other hand to massage your boobs through your shirt as he continued to finger you slowly. Your eyes closed in pleasure while small moans vibrated against his hands. “Being such a good girl! Letting me finger you in public like this. We both could get fired for this!” He said through gritted teeth. The sounds of your squelching echoed in the parking garage while Lenny added another finger in you at a faster pace. You felt your legs getting weak as he fingered you.

“Don’t you dare cum yet baby! I’ve barely started with you.” Lenny yanked his fingers out of you and smirked at how his gloves glistened with your wetness. Before you could protest the empty feeling he had shoved his dirty fingers into your mouth and made you suck them clean. Lenny grabbed your hips and pulled you forward. He pulled your pants for a second until he found the car. Once you were at the car, he laid you back against the hood of the car and let your pants drop again. You reached forward and undid his pants making Lenny chuckle at how eager you were.

“Fucking Christ Lenny!” You sighed in disbelief when you pulled out his cock. “I had a feeling you were big but fuck !”

“Don’t be scared of it .” He grabbed his dick and slowly pumped it. You tilted your head to the side and watched while sliding your own finger inside of you.

“Oh! Look at you playing with your pretty pussy.” Lenny raised his eyebrow at you before smacking your hand away which made you whine. “I never said to touch yourself .” You pouted your bottom lip again before he leaned down on top of you.

“Don’t be sad baby, I’m giving you what you want.” He held your face in his hands before kissing you lovingly. It was a nice kiss before he moved one hand away to guide his cock into your pussy.

“OH MY GOD!” His hand quickly covered your mouth.

“Shhh baby! I’ll give you anything you want but you gotta be quiet right now. When we’re in bed you can scream! Because god do I wanna hear you scream my name.” His cock pushed into you all the way making you whine into his hand. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as he stretched you out good. “That’s a good girl! Laying there taking my cock.” Lenny leaned down until his forehead was pressed against yours. His cock slowly started moving out of you before he smirked at you and slammed it back into you making you cry in pleasure. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he kept eye contact with you.

Lenny’s mouth hung open as he held your hip with one hand and the other hand on your mouth. He angled your hips upwards to get deeper into your wet cunt. The way you squeezed his cock with your pussy made him groan while he fucked you faster. You could feel his balls slapping against you making you more excited. The sounds of your wetness and balls slapping mixed together to echo loudly throughout the garage. At this point you didn’t care if anyone seen you. You needed this.

“Such a fucking good girl for me!” He thrusted hard on each word. Lenny pulled all the way out of you and yanked you onto your knees before rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips. You eagerly wrapped your lips around his cock and sucked. Your eyes stayed locked on his as he watched you suck your cock.

“Yeah that’s a good girl! My good girl! All mine! Do you understand?You’re my girl!” He wrapped his hands around your head and forced his cock down your throat making you gag hard enough to drool down your chin. “Fuck!! You have no reason to ever be jealous again.” He threw his head back in pleasure as the sound of you gagging excited him more. Your hand reached down while you squatted and rubbed your clit fast. Both of you were on edge.

“Baby! Fuck! You’re going to make me cum!” He whined as he pulled your mouth off his cock, Lenny admired how puffy your lips got and how the string of spit connected your lips to his cock.

“Cum for me Lenny! Please! I want to taste!” You begged before sticking out your tongue while rubbing your clit . You looked like an angel to him as you begged for his cum.

“Fuck baby!” He squeezed his cock with a loud groan. He looked into your eyes while he shot his sticky large load into your mouth. Your lips curved into a smile while he coated your tongue with his cum. “Look so pretty taking my cum!” He panted heavily as the last drop fell onto your tongue. You closed your lips and swallowed with a smile, but not for long, Lenny pulled you back up and shoved his fingers in you as you rubbed your clit. He kissed your neck as your body started to shake.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Lenny!” You cried out as your orgasm shook throughout your body. You buried your face into his neck.

“Shh shh, it’s okay baby, I got you. You did so good for me!” Lenny kissed the top of your head softly before helping you get yourself back together. Lenny leaned in and kissed you again as you helped him button up his pants.

“You don’t need to be jealous anymore. I meant it earlier when I said you’re my girl!” He wrapped his arm around you as the two of you stayed leaned against the car.

“I wasn’t jeal—-“ Lenny raised his eyebrow at you.

“Okay fine I was!” You rolled your eyes at him before he pulled you closer.

“What’s mine is mine and I don’t share baby.” Lenny held you in his arms. It took six years for the two of you to admit those feelings that both of you tried to keep pushed down, but it was worth the wait.

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago

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The runway Master List

Lenny Miller x reader (Mini series)

Summary: As Lenny embarks in another mission, he will find himself in a completely unknown world; the fashion industry. The new representative of famous runway sisters Anna and Y/N will face the hard truth hidden behind castings, photoshoots and runways across the world as he’s investigating the girls missing.

Request by @l1-l4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

#Lenny Miller #Lenny Miller x reader #Lenny Miller x you #cillian murphy imagine #Lenny Miller imagine #Lenny Miller Fanfic #Lenny Miller smut #Cillian Murphy x reader #Cillian Murphy smut

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your-nanas-house · 1 year ago

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Y/n, I need so bad some kinky/smut request for ANY Cillian Murphy character, even just him. (Even just some short ideas to write some drafts).

I don't care. Pretty Plzzzz 😭

(I don't judge, come up with whatever you want, darlings)

#cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy fanfic #cillian murphy fic #cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #neil lewis smut #jonathan crane smut #lenny miller smut #ANY CHARACTER #nana speaks 🍓

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vervainandspritz · 2 days ago

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HEADCANONS - what would he do to get you in the mood?

Characters: Lenny Miller, Jonathan Crane, Robert Fischer, Jackson Rippner, Raymond Leon, Emmett (TQPII), Tommy Shelby,

A/N: Requested by @lau219 ,y'all feel free to send requests.

Lenny Miller - Leonard is an experienced man, he knows how to get his way around Y/N. Pretty frequently on his way home, he would already have a rough plan on the evening ahead of them. Sometimes grabbing a bouquet of flowers in the nearby florist shop or a bottle of wine. After coming home, Lenny impatiently would find her around the house, searching for any physical contact he could get. "Did you miss me like I missed you?" He'd ask her in that velvety voice, thumbs rubbing up and down on the little crevice of her hips, almost teasing. Sometimes they end up sitting on the couch, Y/N's feet on his lap as she told him all about her day, while Leonard listened and gave her a massage, hands barely visibly moving higher with each stroke. "Poor girl" He liked to tease, closing the proximity once his pants became too tight in a crotch from the simple touches. "Left you all alone here" From that point, he didn't play coy. Knowing all the right spots to touch, he effortlessly kept making her go soft, almost putty in his hands.

Jonathan Crane - Jonathan's methods differed depending on the mood he was in. Sometimes days in Arkham were more difficult than the others, and so his patience ran thin. He'd come back home abruptly, peeling the layers of clothing away. The way he'd press his bare, hot chest against Y/N's back, searching closeness he could get only from her. "Was it a bad day?" She would ask, turning around to face him. Sometimes it would all start from the touch as innocent as holding hands, when he'd direct her hand to his cheek, steely blue eyes carefully studying her body covered in the clothes she was wearing. Pulling her closer till their fronts would connect, and she'd feel the proof of his urgency. His own hands landing on her back, massaging the skin and pulling her against his chest while simultaneously hiding his face in her neck. The way she'd feel him so intensely slightly trembling, connected with shivering delightfully from how his hot breath bounced off her skin could come off as symptoms of fear to a mind so great in his very major.

Robert Fischer - Robert's favourite way of showing affection would come on display as soon as he made it through the door. He thoroughly enjoyed the ability Y/N taught him - talking. Using words of affection was one of the greatest joys for both of them, after all the time it took for him to get used to doing so. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Missed you so much" He spoke softly into her ear, the vulnerable tone of his voice showing nothing but honesty. Y/N immediately mirrored his mood most of the time, growing warm in his embrace. In a couple swift movements he'd gain access to her skin, caressing it delicately while simultaneously holding her gaze. "I need you" he'd confess quietly, leaning to capture her lips in a kiss so needy, Y/N could barely breathe.

Jackson Rippner - Jackson was anything but patient when this urge would hit. It wouldn't matter whether she was busy or not, his hot hands would grasp her hips, often pressing her against something to gain control. Leaning down to graze his nose against the sensitive skin of her neck, taking in the scent that never failed to make him hard. "Jackson, I'm busy" Y/N would sometimes manage to stutter out, feeling the heavy weight of his body against her back. A quiet chuckle would push past his lips, as he pressed harder. "What can possibly be more important than taking care of your man?" His voice would come off arrogant, often purposely. Knowing how well it worked on working her up. His roughed up hands would move higher, barely brushing against her breasts to come resting on her throat, not squeezing just yet. "Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?" He'd growl, nearly on the edge of just... Bending her over the desk and taking what he wanted. Giving her throat a little squeeze, he'd quickly reach between her legs, getting a hold of her. Jackson's lips would stretch into an arrogant grin as he'd feel the wetness beneath her panties. Lightly rubbing against her covered slit, he'd lean closer to whisper. "So wet and needy. I'll give you what you need, but you owe me one, hmm?"

Raymond Leon - Raymond wasn't one to ask, not to.. talk too much. He liked to use the advantage of how easily bothered Y/N would get seeing him like that. "What are you doing?" he'd ask like it mattered, leaning on the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His scent and warmth would be enough to make her notice the close proximity, causing Y/N to squeeze her thighs together lightly. Not going unnoticed under his watchful gaze, as he'd keep looking at her, knowing well she could feel him watching. Brushing his arm lightly against hers, he'd move around pretending to be busy before finally having her cornered. She'd be breathing heavily, eyes taking greedily the sight of his bare, freckles skin and muscles on his torso. Sooner or later his hands would end up on her face, pulling her closer. Their noses brushing against each other as he'd smile, looking deeply into her eyes. "What got you so bothered, honey?" Raymond would ask, because even though he hated talking, he secretly loved hearing her talk.

Emmett - His favourite thing to get Y/N in the mood would always be kissing. He'd lean in for a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle to keep her in place. The deep groans leaving his lips would echo in her stomach, making the heat pool to the lower side of it. "So beautiful" He'd murmur in a deep voice, keeping her lips occupied with his own while slowly touching and grasping every inch of her skin he could get to. "Emmett–" Y/N's whiny voice would never cease to make him lightheaded as he moved lower, kissing a trail they both knew by heart already. "Keep saying it, baby. Keep saying my name" His voice was rougher with lust as he kept her legs apart, kissing her stomach and hips. She had a hard time staying still, squirming needily in his grasp. "Come here.." He cooed, looking her in the eyes as his face moved closer to where she needed him the most. "Let me take care of you" Emmett whispered, as his face leaned down, diving between her legs.

Tommy Shelby - Thomas loved the control he secretly held over Y/N when it comes to her needs. Being so fluent in directing them with his touch or affection. The way she'd move around, doing her own thing while pretending to not feel how he looked at her. "Come here, darling" He'd eventually call out, patting his thigh. He'd use the close proximity to look her in the eyes, encouraging to talk about her whereabouts when he was at work, while petting her thighs lightly. He touched and felt, eyes following the tender lines of her body beneath the clothes she wore. He'd proceed to touch caress her cheeks, pulling her closer as he murmured how beautiful she was. Y/N could never remain unaffected under his rough fingers and soft words, leaning into his touch with a sigh. "You're my good girl, aren't you? Always so good for me." He purred, feeling how fast her heartbeat became under the weight of his seductive words. He'd gently rub her inner thighs, before parting her legs and letting his hands claim what was his Swallowing every cry that would come out of her mouth not longer after, as she writhed on his lap in orgasmic spasms.

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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 8 months ago

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GRADUATION GIFT

Pairing - Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary - You despise your mother and are awaiting the day you can finally be free from her. However, she’s met her so called soulmate who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

Warnings - noncon, implying of drugging, brief infidelity, p in v, parental issues, spanking, daddy kink, breeding kink.

Word count - 2k+

Notes - On a roll right now. Definitely wrote this during the course of 6 alcoholic beverages so I apologise.

The Honda Civic rolled up your driveway, you breathed out, your head swayed gently, bloodstream full of alcohol. There was no other way to celebrate graduating high school than by getting plastered at a house party. Despite your intoxicated state, you couldn’t help but to dread the sight of your home. You should have left early with your friends and crashed at theirs.

Only a couple of more months. Until you’re free from your egocentric, victimizing, alcoholic mother. The woman you despise, the creature that drove your father away from your life. You hated her more than everything. She had cheated on your dad for years and when he finally broke she blamed him for everything.

He fell in love with another and got her pregnant. Your father chose them over you and your overbearing mother. The sad reality was that you couldn’t blame him. But you’ll never understand why he didn’t take you with him.

You stumbled inside, not really caring if your ruckus woke anyone up. A fresh bottle of water was pulled from the fridge as you sculled down as much as your stomach would allow you. As you walked back into the hallway, your direction pointed to the staircase, you heard a clear of the throat.

When your eyes landed on him, you lightly gasped. He sat on the cream chesterfield armchair, his legs spread wide open. Minus the jacket, he was still in his suit from yesterday. It was past two in the morning, why the fuck was your so-called step-dad awake? Those blue orbs stared your exposed skin up and down as his hand combed through his wavy brunette hair. You tugged down at your mini dress to cover yourself, but it was pointless.

Behind his charm, Lenny was creepy. You had picked up on that instantly by the way he stared at you when you accidentally opened the door for him. It was their first date and your mother had plenty of those. However, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, even when your mother rushed to the door.

When your mother announced they were going on a second date, you were surprised. Now those, she didn’t have many of. The shocked expression that plastered your face was unhideable when she announced that they were officially together. She even had the audacity to tell you to call him dad. Because he would like that.

You fell victim to his lingering eyes during all of your brief encounters. There weren't enough excuses to get out of the house whenever he was over. Lenny spoke to you confidently and condescendingly. To which he didn’t fail to drop a carnal comment in each conversation which went unnoticed by your mother if she was in attendance.

You felt like your mother, making it all about yourself. But you wouldn’t dare to say anything, what else would it be besides you trying to pray horrible things upon her. They were perfect for each other, they were both fucked and the sooner you were out the better.

“Lenny, you’re up late” you shuddered, standing awkwardly as his hawk eyes stalked you.

There was a glass of whiskey in his hand as he swayed the liquid carelessly. You focused your sight on the glass, waiting for it to spill onto the carpet.

“You had upset your mother extremely” he said, his tone dripping of disappointment.

The moment in discussion was earlier yesterday during your graduation ceremony. She didn’t even want to be in attendance. But Lenny convinced her otherwise to go, with him accompanying her to the event, she was already a few mimosas in despite it being a midday ceremony. Afterwards, she didn’t suggest, she ordered that you’d go out for a family dinner to celebrate.

When you stated that you had other plans, it ended up being a cat fight on the ride home between you and your mother. You didn’t notice Lenny’s knuckles turn white around the steering wheel as he stayed quiet between your shouting match.

“Well, it’s my life” you shrugged your shoulders at him.

Who did he think he was anyways? You didn’t give a fuck that he was a retired CIA agent. If anything, he should fucking arrest your mum for being a failure in life.

Lenny didn’t take his eyes off of you as he finished his drink. He breathed in, dramatically raising his chest as he stood up. Your throat tightened as he stepped towards you, you stepped back just as quick.

“Well” he mocked your tone. “You know what I think?” He asked, his jaw clenched.

“What?” you squeaked as he placed the tumbler on the coffee table and headed straight towards you.

Your body pressed back into the plaster wall as he trapped you in with both forearms resting on the wall right next to either side of your face. He breathed deeply as he considered his choice of words.

“I think your father failed at discipling you as a child. Left you to be nothing more than a fucking brat leeching off of her mother’s funds” he hissed, his lower body flexed up against yours.

Your eyes widened at his words, the fire inside of you was brewing however you couldn’t help but to be intensely frightened by this new, menacing side of him. There were little options that would end up in your benefit. “Mum!” you panicked, sure she was a drunk but her self-importance would never fucking allow this.

Lenny pouted to you sarcastically as you stood frozen, his lips slowly crept to your ear. “Oh, your mother was a crying mess. I had to give her something to help her sleep, she was so overwhelmed. I promised her I’d wait up for you, to make sure you got home safe. Even told her I’d try to talk some sense into you. But between me and you? Sometimes talking doesn’t work, other methods have to be used” he ended up whispering, slowly, suspensefully, seductively.

Your hands shot up to his chest as you tried to push him away. “What the fuck are you going on about” you whimpered pathetically, desperately trying to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.

Lenny looked you dead in the eye. “Daddy needs to teach his baby girl a lesson” he stated with a confident nod.

“Mum!” you shrieked, your voice cracking in the process. You were freaking the hell out by this point as his hands moved down to grip onto your hips.

“It’s pointless, she’ll be out all night. But don’t let that stop you from screaming” he grinned as he yanked you away from the wall by your hips.

The first instinct was to run, but Lenny reacted quickly, his hand wrapped around your hair as he yanked you towards the chesterfield armchair. You sobbed out as he post-hasted you over his knee with him sitting comfortably on the seat.

“You’re such a bad girl. I noticed that the moment I saw you” he brought to light, this wicked smirk on his lips as he pulled up your dress, exposing your bare ass. His fingers traced over your cheap thong as you were whining against him, your body squirming around like a worm. “However, your mother outta be more thankful of you” he voiced, which caused your eyebrows to scrunch. “I never intended on a second date until I saw you” his confession caused you to sob heavily.

It was true, your mother was just going to be a easy fuck. But when he saw you, he knew that he had to have you. From there, his obsession only grew larger by each encounter. You didn’t know how badly he wanted you, needed you. Your bratty behavior only urged his primal needs harder. Your parents failed to control you, only he would be able to put you back in order.

“Lenny- Please!” you squealed out as he harshly smacked your rear.

“Correct my title” he ordered through a snarl.

“Daddy please!” You cried out, completely humiliated as you laid limply over his knee.

“Good girl” he praised as he smacked you again.

Over and over again he spanked you, you’d squirm here and there as you tried to take it like a good girl. Mentally, you were begging for it to be over and done with. The sooner it was done, the quicker you’d be able to pack up and run for the hills.

“I’ve wanted to teach you your place for so long” he groaned, his cock twitching at the redness of your cheeks. You sobbed silently as he admired you. “You know” he spoke softly as his hand gently caressed your burning skin. “Your mother told me how you always blamed her. But in reality, if your father wanted to take you with him, he would have. But clearly you were as much of a burden to him as your mother was” Lenny asserted emotionlessly. He knew nothing.

You thrashed your body underneath his hold. Lenny laughed as you were blubbering out, desperately trying to break free. He forcefully spanked you again to put your distraught movements to a stop.

“Don’t worry, daddy wants to take care of you” he promised you condescendingly as he pulled your body up onto his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you shuddered. The tent in his pants pressed up against your covered core and your skin trembled. Lenny kissed your flustered cheek, and then the other. The way he was praising your beauty made you feel sick to your stomach. Your stomach turned when you felt his body shift underneath you as his hands undid his belt.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you want this” he groaned as he stroked his hard length, the tip poking at your hidden pussy.

You mewled in response, there was no point in arguing with this barbarian. His fingers pushed your thong to the side to allow his tip to rest at your entrance. The irony was how dripping your cunt was despite how terrified you were.

As his thick cock slowly slid inside of your canal, he grunted at the sensation of you. You whined against his size as you pressed your face into the fabric of the chair. Roughly, Lenny picked up his pace, his fingertips dug deep into the flesh of your thighs.

“So, you wanna run off to college huh? Leave your mother’s home childless?” Lenny gritted his teeth.

“Yes daddy” you confessed shamefully.

Lenny grinned at your easy submission. His hands felt up your skin that he had so desperately wanted. You were moaning around his size, your eyes squeezed shut to hide how they were rolling back.

“You know, I never gave you your graduation present” Lenny smiled innocently. You didn’t know how to take it. “Oh how it would be a shame if her whore of a daughter got herself pregnant” he grunted, roughly holding your hips in place. The realization flashed before your eyes as you tried to push yourself off of him, but he kept you locked up on top of him.

“Daddy, no! Please!” You begged, crying like a baby on top of him as he continued to pound his length deep inside of you.

“Yep, a shame it would be. She’d have to stay home. Depend on her new daddy to look after her” he concluded the thought that would soon become your reality.

“Daddy please no, no, no” you continued, but it was all pointless. Lenny had already made up his mind long ago. Lenny gripped onto your cheeks and forced you to look at him.

“Yeah. Gonna fill you up, trap you with my child. Couldn’t fuck a baby into your mother even if I wanted to. You’re at the perfect age for breeding. Got the perfect body and what not. It won’t be hard to convince your mum that you’re just a fucking slut like she is” Lenny smiled to you, his sinsiter expression made him look like a complete different man. “Don’t worry, she won’t stay in the picture for much longer” he consoled, continuing to smack his balls against your outer skin as you felt your orgasm build up rapidly.

But she was the least of your concerns now.

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cillianmesoftlyyy · 8 months ago

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How About It, Agent Miller? | Lenny Miller x fem!reader

Summary: The year is 1988. The Cold War is well underway and tensions are slowly rising between the US and the Soviets. CIA Agent Miller isn’t threatened by the new young agent from the Soviet Union but she has a plan to get his attention, and to get even.

Warnings: Misogyny, violence, gun, kidnapping, restraints, dubious consent, noncon, smut, unprotected sex, edging, drugging.

word count: 4661k

Sympathy for the Devil- The Rolling Stones 🎶

Devils Haircut- Beck 🎵

You Know I’m No Good- Amy Winehouse 🎶

Movie: Anna (2019)

Please read warnings before continuing, thanks!

He thought this job was going to be simple, almost easy. She was working for East Germany, young, and new to her position; surely she wouldn’t be that difficult to eliminate. He’d been working for the CIA for nearly fifteen years at that point. He was one of the top agents and had orchestrated the downfall of many notable German and Soviet spies. To be fair, there had been that minor detail of receiving several severed heads from the KGB back in 1985 but that was all behind him now. They didn’t scare him now, and certainly, that twenty-something agent he’d heard so much about wasn’t about to make him lose sleep. In fact, he was looking forward to meeting her.

The girl in question was twenty-two and one of the deadliest spies to ever work for East Germany (the communist side). Y/N Y/L/N managed to slip past the CIA on multiple occasions, stealing out the backdoor or using false passports to get out of the country undetected. She’d made one mistake, however, and Agent Miller was quick to catch it. He rued the way she’d avoided detection for so long when it felt like it was all due simply to good luck. She didn’t seem especially smart or conniving, just pretty. It pissed him off. The mistake that Y/N had made was small, easy to look over, but Agent Miller was looking, and he found it.

Y/N tricked men around her to get information on the US. Once she’d get them alone, she drugged them, shot them, etc; anything to get them out of her way while she downloaded classified files from their computers. She had managed to steal these files before without leaving traces of her crime but low and behold, the last time she had removed the flash drive without ejecting it from the computer’s system. The computer held onto the flash drive's information and told Agent Miller exactly what the young woman was planning next. She’d been collecting information on nuclear weapons and international trade deals that the US was trying to keep hush hush. And for that reason, Agent Miller knew who she was going after next.

He straightened his striped blue tie and cleared his throat as he and his team crowded into the elevator. The men behind him carried larger guns and thick bulletproof vests, ready for whatever the girl threw at them. They’d followed her into a hotel in New York City, a place that felt too normal for the situation at hand. When the elevator doors opened with a soft whooshing noise, Agent Miller nodded his agents on, directing them to either side of the corridor. Quickly, they raided the hotel room belonging to the man they believed she had gone after that evening, but did not find her there. She was nowhere in the hotel. Agent Miller cursed beneath his breath and gritted his teeth. He knew his impatience was his worst quality and it only hurt him in these situations, but then again, the American government isn’t known for being very patient with communists…

Clenching and relaxing his jaw, Agent Miller went back down in the elevator with his men. They separated into groups in the lobby, each climbing back into the armored car sent by the CIA. Agent Miller waited behind, his cold eyes trained on the curb in front of the hotel. His car was separate from the others and would take him directly back to his office. A sharp wind ruffled his dark brown hair, displacing one strand into his face as his car pulled up to the curb. Agent Miller climbed into the dark backseat, the car door slamming closed beside him and a lock clicking into place. He looked up. The barrel of a pistol was pointed at his forehead. He froze.

“Hello, Agent Miller. Wie geht es Ihnen? I’m so glad we finally got a moment alone. I apologize for the circumstances but you know how the politics are these days… it’s so… toxic. Ja? Now, be a good boy and hand me the glock you have at your hip,” a young woman smiled on the seat beside him. She was wearing all black and blended in against the dark leather seats and tinted windows. Agent Miller frowned, his hands unmoving.

“That doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’re putting me at a disadvantage here.”

“Don’t underestimate yourself like that, Agent Miller. You and I both know what you’re capable of,” she chuckled mockingly but her sunglasses hid her true meaning. “Give me your gun, now.” Her voice was hard and cool like a porcelain plate, one of the perfect edges with a chip. Agent Miller raised his hand slowly and moved his jacket to the side, showing his holster. As soon as she had his gun in her hand she tapped the glass partition between them and the driver, signaling him to drive.

“Where are we going?” Agent Miller sighed calmly, leaning back against the seat. Y/N smiled, pleased at his temperament. It made things easier.

“One of my favorite places in New York City,” she answered with a smirk, a gun still trained at the man beside her though it had been lowered.

“And what kind of place could that be, god forbid?” Agent Miller asked rhetorically and looked over at the window beside him.

“The Plaza Hotel,” she answered slowly and shifted in her seat. Her pleated leather skirt shifted across her black stockings, showing more of her thigh, fleshy and round. Agent Miller noticed it and smirked, the comedy of the situation being too much for him to take seriously. The car stopped at the back of the hotel by the service entrance. Men exited out of the building and held a door open, waiting as Y/N escorted the CIA agent inside. Agent Miller followed her calmly as he searched for someone who could help him.

“No one’s here. It’s off-season,” she sighed lightly and pushed him into an elevator.

“It’s never off-season in New York,” Agent Miller raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Surprise, surprise.”

They took the elevator up to the top floor. Agent Miller’s hands began to sweat as he was led out of the elevator and around the corridor to a suite, separated from the others.

“You must get a good salary,” Agent Miller cracked as the woman jerked the gun towards the door of the suite. He kept his hands visible as he entered the room and looked around. The room was large and was actually made up of multiple rooms. In the center of the living room area, a chair had been left out.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Bitte.” She had a way of talking that sounded like a purr but it was clear to Agent Miller that her words were more threatening than they sounded. Still, it was hard to take her seriously. It was hard to believe that this woman was the deadliest spy in East Germany.

“Danke schön,” Agent Miller muttered, his American accent muddling the German.

"Kannst du Deutsch sprechen, Herr Miller?” Y/N pretended to sound surprised as she closed and bolted the lock. “I’m flattered, really,” she smiled and removed her long black coat. Slowly she placed the coat on a couch’s arm and pulled off the blonde wig on her head, revealing her dark hair beneath which fell into a messy bob around her shoulders, over her dark mauve blouse. Last she removed her sunglasses and folded them neatly on her coat. Then she met his eyes.

“Nein? Well, then it's good I’m so fluent in English. You would never tell by my accent. At least, you didn’t the last time we met.”

“We’ve met before?” Agent Miller asked and shifted in his chair.

“Oh yes.” She smiled and dimples deepened on her cheeks.

An image came back to him, one of a young woman dropping a stack of manuscripts in the lobby of a hotel where they had been investigating the last crime scene. She’d been wearing a long brown wig and tortoiseshell glasses. She even had brown contacts in her eyes to hide her true eye color. He’d stopped to help her collect the manuscripts.

Oh gosh, thank you so much. So sorry about that. My boss is going to kill me. Thank you! She’d blushed as he handed her the papers. He’d met her before. She’d shown herself to him just to play with him. He scowled.

“Now I feel even more at a disadvantage.”

“How? After all, you’re the big-shot CIA agent, due for a promotion any day now… and I’m just a little girl. I don’t need any real smarts, not when I can just use my good looks to get what I want. Right, Agent Miller?” Her voice darkened as she finished, flashing with resentment. “You could fight me right now. It’s just the two of us. I’m surprised you didn’t. You’ve had ample opportunities to but you blindly follow my orders. It’s not that you’re scared to hurt me, you aren’t that sexist.”

“I don’t see the point of fighting when you’ve put so much work into getting me alone. I assume you have something to say.” Agent Miller swallowed, his cool facade slipping slightly as the woman approached him slowly.

“Aw how chivalrous of you! Oh, but what if I told you that I was only interested in getting you alone so that I could finally get even with you.” Y/N twirled the gun around her pointer finger and shifted it to his chest. He stiffened.

“Get even?”

“Settle the score,” she offered with a shrug.

“I don’t think I follow,” Agent Miller frowned warily.

“Then let me explain,” Y/N purred and with quick movements, she removed a pair of handcuffs from the back of her skirt and closed them tightly around both of his wrists, tying his hands around the back of the heavy chair. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what she had done.

“The fuck…” he started but she cut him off quickly.

“You didn’t think I could outsmart you or get the upper hand… you thought you could so easily catch me. And what a good job you’ve done!” She crossed her arms across her chest and set the gun down, smiling. Agent Miller averted his gaze, staring at the upper corner of the room. He clenched his jaw and struggled against the handcuffs for a brief moment.

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Agent Miller?”

“Figured what out?” He snapped impatiently.

“I've been planning this for months. Do you really think I accidentally removed my flashdrive wrong, coincidentally leaving you all of the information that i’ve gathered since starting my mission? You’ve really underestimated me,” she clucked her tongue and kicked off her high heels, standing barefoot in her pantyhose on the dark pink shag carpet.

“I knew you’d find the mistake, I wanted you to. You did everything you were supposed to do, good boy,” she carded her fingers through his dark hair. The soft warm lighting in the room brought out the freckles across his pale face. Just as he started to turn his eyes to hers, she yanked his hair back so that he was looking up at her. “But how did this special agent who graduated from MIT of all places, end up in this position?”

“Did you do all of this just to show me how smart you are?” Agent Miller growled as she continued to pull at his roots.

“Something like that,” she smiled again, “I get off when men think they’re smarter than I am. I like proving them wrong… and then killing them.”

“Is that your plan for tonight?” He tried to keep a level voice as the smell of her perfume wafted down to his nose. She shook her head slightly and chuckled.

“You’ve been trained to resist torture, so there won’t be much that I can get out of you that way. And anyway, there isn’t much that I don’t already know.” She released her grip on his hair and stepped back. Y/N moved to the bar cart, stocked with crystal jars of whiskey and bourbon.

“So what are you going to do to me?” Agent Miller raised an eyebrow as he watched her pour a small glass of whiskey. She turned slowly and approached him again, swirling the whiskey in her glass. She raised the glass to his lips and poured it gently into his mouth. He parted his lips for her, his eyes trained on her face.

“Whatever I want,” she whispered and pulled the glass from his lips. Agent Miller raised his eyebrow, swallowing.

“Won’t your government disapprove?” He scoffed and shifted in the seat, calming himself down. His body was starting to get hot and his collar got tighter.

“Shhh,” she shushed him, a finger pressed against her own lips. Y/N approached him again and trailed one manicured finger from his arm to his hand. He shivered beneath her touch and his heart began to race. He felt his pulse in his stomach as she carded her fingers through his hair again, softer this time. She placed one knee on the chair between his thighs, pressing against his crotch. She tipped his head back with the edge of her nail beneath his jaw and leaned in close, exhaling beside his jaw. Seeing an opportunity, Agent Miller tried to kick her, jutting his knee up because it wasn’t restrained. She stopped him quickly, forcing him back into the chair, not missing a beat. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on it. Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed but not harshly. His skin was warm beneath her hand and she smiled, her white teeth flashing.

She pressed her knee sharply into his thigh, holding his leg down, and slid it closer to the top of his crotch. She chuckled softly when she felt the outline of his cock inside his pants with the side of her thigh. Agent Miller’s body tensed below her, his hands folding into fists as he exhaled sharply.

“Aw does this hurt?” She cooed as she dug her knee further into the flesh of his thigh. His jaw tightened as she teased him. Moving closer, she rested both knees between his thighs, forcing them against the arms and pinning them in place. Suddenly she was so close and her thighs were pressing against his stomach…

How was it that he was getting an erection from this shit-show? How could she get this reaction out of him so fucking quickly? He tried to even out his breath as she shifted in the seat, her hands trailing up his chest to the knot of his tie.

“What did you drug me with?” Agent Miller muttered. Strands of her hair brushed against his cheeks.

“You don’t have to resist it, Agent Miller.” She ran her hands down his sides beneath his dark blue suit jacket. His body was full and firm, and warm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered against his forehead.

“What did you put in my drink…” he repeated, his voice wavering in strength as her hand moved down his stomach to the front of his pants. His erection was pronounced and visible, pushing against the fly of his trousers. She must have given him something, something to get this response. He wasn’t even that turned on. He sighed, frustrated and mad. He turned his head to the side, avoiding her soft lips.

“You think I have to drug you to get this kind of response? Silly boy,” she slid off of his lap and sat on the edge of the couch in front of him. She crossed her legs at first and allowed her eyes to trail up his body like a man would to a woman. Agent Miller stared back, his blue eyes hard. She giggled and reached up her skirt, hooking her hands under her pantyhose and pulled it down her thighs. She rolled the pantyhose slowly down her calves and slipped it off her feet. Despite his best efforts, Agent Miller watched her closely, studying the way she pushed the pantyhose to the side with her foot.

“I prefer genuine responses, it helps with my ego,” she broke the silence and watched with a sly smile as Agent Miller swallowed. With a sigh she stood and leaned over the CIA agent, her hands gripped around the arm rests. “Are you embarrassed? The high and mighty CIA agent succumbing so quickly to someone like me?” She teased him sharply, a glint of malice behind her bright eyes. “Tell me, Agent Miller. You’re thinking about me… you want me to touch you more. You want to see what I could do to you.”

Agent Miller cocked his head slightly and sighed, pretending to be disinterested. Y/N grabbed his face, her fingers digging into either side of his jaw. When she kissed him, he exhaled, almost relieved. He kissed her back, forgetting himself and liking the way she tasted, the way her lips felt in his mouth. She pulled his face closer to hers, still hovering above him. She kissed him feverishly and he followed blindly, distracted by the pleasure found in each movement her lips made against his. Then as quickly as it had started, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Some of her lipstick was smudged across his mouth but he couldn’t tell. He was breathing heavily, his lips pulled apart so that he could catch his breath. She took a few steps back and grabbed a file from a nearby table. She flipped it open and turned the pages until she landed on the right one. She held the folder open in one hand and with the other she began to unbutton her blouse from the top down.

Agent Miller felt his cock throb as he watched her shrug off the silky blouse and drape it over the arm of the couch. When she turned he could see her black t-shirt bra fitted perfectly against her breasts. Her collarbones rose and fell as she breathed and Agent Miller nearly groaned. She read aloud from the file as she moved back to the chair.

“My records tell me that the last number of confirmed nuclear weapons in the American arsenal was 27,000. It’s been half a decade since that information was released to the Soviet Union. What is that number now?” She straddled his lap slowly, smoothing out her skirt over their legs. Agent Miller moved his eyes from her breasts to her face, trying to keep his face straight as he felt the woman’s hand unbuckle his belt.

“I can’t tell you that,” he managed as she played with the zipper of his fly, her fingers dancing over the hard bulge.

“Has the number grown?” She offered and slid her hand below his waistband. Her hand grazed the patch of his pubic hair before she reached his cock. He shivered and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. “More?” She asked softly as she wrapped her fingers around his erection, it was hot and wet in her hand. He was so sensitive already that he groaned softly when she touched him. She squeezed him softly and freed the hard length from his pants. She rubbed her hand up and down. Agent Miller panted softly as she masturbated him. His eyes snapped open and he watched her, their eyes locked.

“Has the number changed?” She asked again softly as the agent clenched his jaw.

“I can’t tell you that,” He fought the words out as her hand sped up.

“Are there less? Has the US been involved in a trade agreement for its nuclear weapons?” She pushed, her hand moving faster.

“Fuck…” Agent Miller panted as her grip tightened around him. His cheeks deepened with color and his chest shook as his climax built. Just as he felt like he was about to cum, Y/N pulled her hand away and clucked her tongue.

“You’re going to make this very hard on yourself,” she observed and smiled as she watched him pant. He was completely erect beneath her skirt, resting against her bare thigh. They stared at each other as he caught his breath. She snapped the folder closed and tossed it to the side, sighing impatiently.

“Who has the US traded with in the past year?” She asked, her hands holding his thighs down.

“That is public information. You don’t need me to tell you that.”

“I want you to tell me about the trade deals you haven’t made public,” she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “Which countries have illegal trade agreements with the US?” She added before kissing his neck, sucking on the soft flesh until she started to make hickeys. With her freehand she held his cock still as she lowered herself onto his head. She moved her hips slowly up and down and pulled away to look at his face. His adam's apple quivered in his throat as she moved on top of him.

“I-I can’t-fuck,” he gasped softly as she started to shift her hips over his lap, taking him deeper, “I can’t tell you that.”

“Come on, Agent Miller,” she whispered against his ear, “be a good boy for me,” she smirked. “Does it feel good? Is this harder than torture?” She teased him as her hips sped up, rocking back and forth. Agent Miller moaned softly as she held his face to face her. His mouth was agape in pleasure as she began to bounce slightly, falling hard on his cock. He grunted as she went faster, moaning theatrically against his lips which she refused to kiss.

“Do you want to cum, Agent Miller?” She whispered against his lips, her tongue touching his bottom lip with a flourish.

“Fuck…” he panted again.

“Can you cum for me?” She purred and Agent Miller nodded weakly, his eyes now closed. She smiled and pretended to pant, coaxing another deep moan from the man’s throat. “Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She asked, raising herself up and holding him inside her. He weakly tried to thrust but she held him down.

“Y/N…” he whispered, his brows furrowed in frustration.

She snapped her hips down, taking him in again and hugging his cock. He gasped as his stomach tightened. He was going to cum.

“Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She repeated sternly, not moving on his cock as the wave of climax started to dissipate again.

“I can’t fucking tell you that-fuck,” he growled when she moved her hips very slowly.

“But you can tell me, Agent Miller, and if you do, I’ll let you cum,” she stroked his cheek and kissed his jaw feverishly. “I want you to cum. Fuck, I want you to cum inside me too.” She whispered against his neck. When he resisted saying anything she pulled herself off and backed away towards the bed in the room beside them. Agent Miller watched her, his chest rising and falling quickly. Still watching him, she slid her leather skirt off, showing that she had no underwear on underneath. He felt like he might explode just by the sight of her.

“Jesus…” he groaned and let his head fall back against the back of the chair. He couldn’t help himself but look back as she undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. Standing completely naked, she laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows.

“If you won’t cum, I’ll just have to finish myself off,” she sighed and trailed her fingers up her thigh to her cunt, wet from sex. “It just never feels as good.” She rubbed her fingers over her clit over and over again until she felt an orgasm grow. She curled her toes and bit her lip, grinding against her own hand. Agent Miller knew that he could look away but the scene was just too much to ignore. He watched as she arched her back and twisted her hips, reacting to the sensitivity of her clit. Her eyes danced below her eyelids as she thought up fantasies to fuel her climax. Rubbing harder, she started to moan softly and quivered. Agent Miller pulled at the handcuffs, struggling to remain calm as he watched her touch herself. As her orgasm finally arrived, she collapsed back onto the mattress and caught her breath.

“Enough,” Agent Miller sneered from the chair, still erect and horny. “At least get me out of these so I can fuck you the right way.”

Y/N smiled and hopped off of the bed, her tits bouncing slightly as she did.

“You want to fuck me, Agent Miller?” She leaned close to his face again. He stared back at her, his jaw set.

“Let’s get it over with,” he answered nonchalantly and she tilted his jaw up but didn’t kiss him. She undid the handcuffs around his wrists and he sprang to his feet, grabbing at her body. He kissed her feverishly, lapping at her mouth with his tongue hungrily. She pushed off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he slipped off his shoes and pants. They didn’t have time to remove his shirt before he entered her. He took hold of her hips to pull her closer and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to his chest. She clawed her hands down his dress shirt, her knees high on either side of his waist. She moaned loudly and he studied the way she opened her mouth to do it, mesmerized by the way she reacted to him inside of her.

“Good boy,” she praised him when he sped up, hitting her G-spot. She reached her hand down between their bodies and rubbed at her clit, coaxing a stronger orgasm.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Agent Miller ordered, short of breath, “let me do it.” He massaged her clit himself, his large hands covering the front of her cunt. Her mouth fell open into a loud gasp as he synchronized his thrusts to the way he rubbed her clit.

“Fuck,” he exhaled tightly as he felt her flex around him.

“Keep going,” she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to her face, their mouths exchanging exhales, “fuck me right.”

He kissed her deeply as he moaned, the muscles in his back tightening beneath her nails. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came just thinking about it as he moved. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled as he chased their peaking climax. He was grunting now as she began to finish around him, shaking without much control. He moved his hands back to her hips and rocked himself deep inside of her as he brought on his orgasm. He came inside of her with loud grunts, thrusting until he’d finished completely. Only when he was done did he pull out and collapse beside her on the elegant duvet. He panted loudly, exhausted. They remained in silence until Y/N rolled over, putting her lips close to his ear.

“You know, I didn’t have to ask you all those questions. I already know the answers.” Her voice was serious and cold, Agent Miller eyed her.

“Then why did you ask?”

“I wanted to see you tied down,” she answered calmly. He raised his eyebrow and scoffed just before the sting of a cold, sterilized needle pinched his neck. Then he quickly went to sleep.

When he awoke, he found himself alone in the hotel room. Everything had been returned to normal and the place scrubbed for fingerprints. And she was gone. She’d gotten away again.

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mrs-bond · 1 year ago

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Interesting story. Lenny is dominant over the reader and wants her to listen to him. I'm amazed that she hasn't hurt him. Especially, since she knows how to defend herself. Then he wants her pregnant, so she can't avenge her parents death . Quite honestly she shouldn't do it cuz she'll get hurt or worse. Loved the sex those two shared.

Little Spy

Leonard "Lenny" Miller x f!reader | Read on Ao3

SUMMARY: Your parents were CIA agents and died during a mission in Russia along with seven other agents under the watchful eye of Leonard Miller, who becomes your legal guardian and you his little spy.

WARNING(S): (+18) SMUT, grooming, age gap relationship, virginity concept, loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, possesive behavior, possesive sex, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationships, abortion mention, mention of murders, mutilations, torture, etc.

NOTE: Ever since I watch Anna movie (2019) I wanted to write about this character, I hope you like it. Thanks for reading, your comments will be appreciated.

Your parents were CIA agents, killed in Russia by the KGB.

At their death you were 17 years old and soon to go to college.

You still remember their funeral, he put a hand on your shoulder as the priest said some prayers before the coffins of your parents in the cemetery.

“I promise you, whoever did this to your parents will pay for it.” His deep blue eyes had always seemed eerie to you, devoid of life.

His minty breath stung your nose and his hand on your shoulder seemed as heavy as his presence at your side.

Yet you were left in his care, he was your parents’ superior, he himself offered to be your legal guardian, you knew he was doing it because he felt guilty, but you had no one else to turn to. Your parents had no family and friends beyond the agency, they were the perfect spies, no strings attached, except for you.

The first year was hard for you, you tried to concentrate on getting into a good college, but your grades dropped too low, he forced you to go to therapy with a psychiatrist from the agency, but it didn’t work either, you were withdrawing into yourself and at night you had nightmares.

You hadn’t seen their corpses, but you had heard from other agents who whispered how pitiful they looked. You even knew the terrible horror story that ran through the halls of the agency.

Leonard Miller, your parents’ CIA handler and your legal guardian, was the one who received your mother’s head in a box in his office.

Your nightmares were bloody and the only other person in the huge house was him. You didn’t think he had much more patience for you than he had had in adopting you, taking care of you, paying your school tuition and trying to get you to heal. You began to believe that you wouldn’t heal, but you clung to the idea that in college everything would work out.

One stormy night you woke up crying and he was sitting across from you, watching you sleep, his cold blue eyes locked on you, biting his thumbnail, pensive.

It was like you were a puzzle to him, he used to come to your room at night to watch you sleep, he had done it since the first time you stayed at his house.

He decided that he would save you, that you wouldn’t be the tenth victim to die on his watch.

He was being more difficult than he thought, you were so quiet and shy that he came to think you were afraid of him, he tried to be nice to you, to make you laugh, whenever he had time he would pick you up from school.

He had enrolled you in a private school, but he knew that all the changes had only made your behavior worse, that your grades would go down and what your therapist told him made him have to take matters into his own hands.

“She’s having suicidal thoughts.” He was informed by the older woman who gave you therapy once a week.

You waited outside in the waiting room of the office, while they talked, you knew they were talking about you, you were afraid he would scold you, that he would lose patience with you.

You didn’t want to be a problem child, but you couldn’t help it, you were too unhappy at your new school, with all the changes and the huge house you lived in most of the time alone.

“Oh and isn’t that normal? I mean, she lost her parents almost a year ago.” He tried to mediate.

The old woman looked at him with narrowed eyes.

“She doesn’t trust you.” She blurted out tentatively.

“What? What has she told you about me?”

“I can’t tell you the specific words, Agent Miller, she simply fears you.”

“I’ve done nothing but try to make her feel comfortable.” He smiled bitterly.

“I know, Agent Miller, but this is a long, gradual process.”

He had never been overly patient, but he had taught himself to be patient. After all the revenge he had planned against your parents’ killer would be a long term plan and he had to proceed with caution.

However, you were starting to make him lose patience, the following week you would be 18 and since you had no friends or family, he decided that he would treat you to a trip to Hawaii to celebrate your birthday, he wanted to show you the place where he was born and raised.

You weren’t very enthusiastic about it, but you didn’t complain either, he liked that about you, you never complained, except for your screams when you woke up from a nightmare, otherwise you were so quiet and polite.

Sometimes he thought your parents had raised a little spy.

He had thought it through, maybe that was the solution, you would be his little spy.

He would save you by giving you a purpose: to avenge your parents.

During the plane ride to Hawaii, you were very nervous and scared, so much so that you took his hand, he just smiled to reassure you.

“Easy, I’ve got you.” He intertwined his fingers with yours.

The lady sitting next to you sighed.

“What a good father you are, sir. Your daughter is lucky.”

He just thanked you with one of his perfect smiles.

You just pulled your hand away once the turbulence of the plane’s takeoff dissipated.

In Hawaii, you wanted to spend as much time as possible secluded in the hotel suite, however, he forced you to go out and rented a mid-size luxury motor boat.

You never thought he would know how to drive a boat, but when you were alone with nothing but the sea around you, he told you that he was born and raised in Hawaii.

You looked at him with those expectant eyes you used to give him when something interested you. You had never given him that look before.

“You know, I lost my father too, he was a field agent, he died when I was 15, I was an only child and took care of my mother when she was sick, he passed away when I just turned 18, I joined the navy after that.”

“I’m sorry.” You replied with your chin on your knees as you looked at him.

He sighed as he took a sip of his whiskey, it was more than he could get from you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry too, I’m really so sorry, it was on my watch that your parents and seven other agents were executed.”

You didn’t say anything, you weren’t going to say it wasn’t his fault either, you truly believed it was his fault and you wouldn’t disabuse him of it, he had to carry that guilt as much as you had to carry having lost your parents.

He noticed that you wouldn’t say anything to make him feel better, that you were hard on him and he knew he deserved it, so he got up and poured you a glass of whiskey. When he handed it into your hand, you shook your head.

“It’s just a sip, it’s just the two of us here.” He mumbled and you accepted the drink.

You drank it and it tasted so bitter that your expression of disgust made him laugh.

“I think I’d prefer a coke.”

“You’ll have your coke, honey.” He said pulling a coke out of the cooler and tossing it in your direction.

You caught it awkwardly, you were puzzled that he would call you “honey.”

You wiped the can with a towel and opened it, it was so shaken it overflowed.

He just smiled at you, then watched you take a sip of the soda and proceeded to speak.

“You’ll be 18 and I know you want to go to college, I know you weren’t accepted to the ones of your choice, but I can cash in some favors and you’d be accepted to Harvard if that’s what you want, but I want to propose something.”

You looked at him with wide eyes as he took another sip from his glass of whiskey.

“I can recruit you into the CIA, you’d be in training for three years, you’d be my protégé and under my command you’d rise fast.”

You couldn’t believe what he was proposing. You were so irritated.

“Why would I want to do the same thing that killed my parents? I thought you wanted to take care of me.”

“I’m looking out for yourself, I know how horrible the mind is when you don’t give it purpose, I know what it’s like to lose everyone you know…”

You jumped up, you realized at last that you weren’t afraid of him, that it was a stronger feeling: you hated him.

“You don’t know! Not the way I lost them! I was so afraid! I was there by myself for almost three hours, I thought they would come for me too, my mother managed to talk to me on the phone before they caught her, she said I had to run away, that they would come for me and when you showed up at the damn door I wanted to stab you, because you killed them too.” Your eyes were wet, you had shattered the can in your hand.

Liquid and blood began to drip to the floor, he came up to you and snatched the can from you, he hugged you even though you tried to fight him off. He was stronger than you and you let him put his arms around you and put his lips to your ear.

The whiskey breath stung your nose, your cheeks were covered with tears, you hated him too much and he couldn’t stand it.

He couldn’t stand your hatred or your contempt, he was used to everyone adoring him, everyone appreciating him. He was a handsome white man in a position of power and authority. You. A mere girl you could not provoke this enormous desire to prove to you that he deserved to be admired by you.

“I promise you that your parents will be avenged…” he whispered in your ear.

You pushed him away, but he held you against him tighter.

“You already promised that, it’s been a damn year and you haven’t done anything.” You spat.

He grabbed your arms and shook you violently, he could no longer tolerate your behavior.

“I fucking know, I’ve tried to work it out, but you’re driving me crazy, I’ve tried to be nice and good to you, I’ve given you everything, Fuck! I’ve fed you, cared for you, protected you, I’ve been understanding with you and you’re just a spoiled brat!” He growled.

Your eyes looked at him with fear and he just threw you to the ground, he couldn’t stand you despising him, but fear was tolerable, you could be afraid of him, if it would make you do what he wanted.

You stood on the floor of the boat looking at the crack in your palm that the tin foil had caused.

“Do what you want, go to fucking college, try to forget about this, your parents and me. No one would judge you if you did, it’s the best thing you could do.” He said as he poured himself another glass of whiskey.

He stained the glass of the glass with your blood, but he didn’t seem to mind, he just sat back down and watched you.

It was already getting dark. You stood up and snatched the glass of whiskey from him to bring it to your lips, drank its entire contents in one gulp and then threw it to the ground shattering it. He barely flinched.

“Here’s your new recruit, Agent Miller, I want to avenge the death of my parents.”

He was right, you were a little spy.

As if you were cut out for this, the three year training was cut down to one year and soon you were in the field.

At first he assigned you small tasks that didn’t expose you too much. You were a prodigy girl, had a talent for languages and were fluent in Russian since you had spent much of your childhood and adolescence in Russia with your parents.

Soon Chinese, Japanese, German and French were added to your repertoire of languages.

You were good at everything else, hand-to-hand combat, gun and knife handling.

By the time you turned twenty you were actively working on operations that had satisfactory results, most of them consisted of information extraction and assassinations, but nothing that will take you any closer to avenging your parents.

“I want to know the plan, you recruited me for this, Miller, I want to know how you plan to eliminate Vassilliev.” You demanded with the slightest effort as your dripping, tight pussy cupped his cock.

He moaned as he cupped your tits in his hands, he loved it when you rode him, but it left him completely vulnerable to you, even if he wouldn’t admit it he missed the days when everything impressed you even if you pretended it didn’t.

The first time you two kissed, you had killed someone for the first time, you were very upset, your eyes were wild and you wanted to cry, but you had passed the test, more than that, you had done it in record time, however unforeseen events had arisen and you had to engage hand to hand and one target became at least five others dead.

“You said he would be alone.” You claimed to him with your hands still bloodstained and shaking.

He was in his study at home, the house you spent that first year in when your parents were killed.

“It was my informant’s mistake.” He excused himself with a frown. “He will be reprimanded for this, I assure you.”

You walked to the mini bar in the study and tried to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, but spilled it on the oak wood of the floor.

He got up from his seat and approached you, cautiously, he could tell you were so upset, you were never like this, something else had happened, he took the glass from your hand and poured the whiskey, then passed it to you, you drank it in one gulp, you handed him the glass to refill it.

“You have to take it easy, this job gets into your head and…”

“He was with his son.” You muttered with silent tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Fuck.”

Was all he said before you dropped the glass to the floor, glass scattered all over the floor and you wanted to get down on your knees to clean it up.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You sobbed, but it wasn’t for the glass.

He wrapped his arms around you and you slowly reciprocated his embrace.

He was the only person in your life, the only man in your life. Maybe it was just a matter of time before he or you made the first move.

But you froze when you felt his lips on your neck, his nose inhaling the smell of sweat, blood and perfume permeating your skin.

His full, soft lips kissed your neck slowly, you tangled your fingers in his hair and he pulled away taking away the warmth you so longed for and needed at that moment.

He looked at you for a moment, and felt relief to see the desire in your eyes, you wanted this too.

You needed to know that you wanted him too and that he hadn’t spent the last year while you were in your training sleeping with women who reminded him of you, he wasn’t a good person, no one who did what he did, with the position he held he considered himself a good person, but he had never considered himself a pervert.

Women wanted to be with him, he never had to beg for sex or female companionship, until he met you.

Your contempt drove him crazy and your fear of him made him bitter even though he preferred it, he thought that with your absence he could recover from the madness you provoked in him, but everything got worse. He wanted you more than ever.

You would not ask him, your pride was greater, if he abandoned you at that moment, left you with the weight of pain and guilt, you would not beg for his company.

He did not, he would not only give you his company as a mentor to his protégé, he would give you the warmth of a lover.

He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you. You were trembling as his tongue made its way inside your mouth, the bitter taste of whiskey.

He kissed your cheeks wiping away your tears, you clung to his neck, your legs wrapped around his hips and he grabbed your ass between his hands, squeezing it hard.

You let out a slight whimper at the force with which he had taken you, but it was pleasurable, you wanted him to take you, for him to punish you for traumatizing a little boy by murdering his father in front of him.

He carried you all the way to the desk, where he threw all the papers he had piled up, there was a framed picture of the two of you in Hawaii, a waiter at a beachfront restaurant had taken it, he had put his heavy hand on your shoulder like at your parents’ funeral.

It looked like a picture of a father and daughter, when he had brought women to the house during your absence, one of them wanted to see his studio, he lied that he was an important businessman.

“Oh Is she your daughter?”

“Yes, her mother died giving birth to her.”

Lying was part of his day to day life, but the fact that he was a widowed father, made her want to reward him with a good blow job and Lenny had to use the cards to his advantage, he had survived on that for a long time.

He sat you down at the desk and took the picture, he didn’t want it to break, that caught you off guard, he walked away from you to leave it on another table nearby and then came back.

You would have made fun of him for being so careful with that stupid picture where neither of you were happy with each other’s company and the smiles were so fake, but you were so emotionally beaten up that that simple act made you want him to kiss you if it would keep him by your side.

You knew perfectly well that simple kisses wouldn’t keep Lenny Miller by your side, but that day you just let him lay you down on his mahogany desk and kneel before you.

He tore at your stockings so roughly that your skin burned, but again you remembered that it was okay for him to punish you, that you deserved it.

He lifted your legs and put them on his shoulders. It was slow, he knew perfectly well that no one had ever eaten your pussy before, he knew you hadn’t even been finger fucked. He had your medical exams and your file.

He kissed your ankle, then your calf, as he got closer to your crotch you got even more nervous.

“Easy, I got you.” He murmured kissing your mons pubis as soon as he pushed your panties aside.

Since that day on the plane it seemed like an eternity had passed but in reality it had been a year and a half.

His tongue ran over your wetness, his thumb quickly found your clit and pressed it roughly which caused you to let out a deep moan of pleasure which he treasured.

He ate your pussy, tasting every part of your wet folds, the tip of his tongue fiddled with your clit and worked its way deep between your velvety wet walls.

Your fingers tangled in the dark locks of his hair and his blue eyes that you once thought devoid of life met yours, making your cheeks flush.

There was nothing left of the emotion management you had learned during training when you were with him, you came in his mouth and he seemed satisfied to taste your blessed cum, you dripped onto his mahogany desk, dripping down to the carpet.

He stood up and wiped your wet chin with the back of his hand, he helped you sit up, you were dizzy with emotions, your head ached, your eyes burned and your chest heaved up and down.

You still hadn’t recovered from your orgasm, but you were exhausted, you couldn’t do anything else but rest and he knew it.

He made you get off the desk, but your knees failed, he took your arm and led you to your old room. You clung to him tightly, feeling his hard bulge in your lower belly.

“I want to sleep with you.”

He didn’t refuse, he wanted to feel you next to him. You stripped off your clothes and put on a shirt of his that barely covered your bottom. He cleaned you with wet wipes, your hands and any traces of blood, healed your wounds (a few scrapes and cuts) saw that your bruises were only minor.

Finally when he had gently prepared you for sleep, you curled up next to him, with your exposed ass close to his bulge, you knew he would jerk off feeling the tender flesh of your buttocks, you let him do it while you slept peacefully.

You didn’t think you had slept like that in years, relaxed from the pleasure and thrills of the first orgasm your own fingers hadn’t given you.

The second time it happened, you tortured a man for information.

Lenny knew you would be totally in need of affection and understanding, he knew how to play his cards, he waited for you in a hotel in Milan, Italy where the mission had been, he wouldn’t wait for you to get home, he had the impression that sometimes all you needed was a hot shower and to fuck someone, not necessarily him, he knew you could get any asshole to fuck you.

That pissed him off, sometimes he’d jerk off thinking about how he’d kill any asshole that would touch you. He had never been possessive, but now he knew you were his.

You dropped your head on his chest like a puppy in need of petting.

He finger fucked you while he wiped away your tears with kisses and made sure you moaned his name.

“Lenny.” You let out quietly between your lips.

The third time you mutilated someone.

Your eyes were wet and there was a layer of disappointment on your face, he felt wrong to fiddle with the tip of his cock in your wet slit, but you were so sad that the shocks of his hips, the pain of Lenny's thick member stretching the skin of your virgin pussy, the silent tears furrowing your cheeks, all felt like punishment and reward.

You only needed his company and he only wanted your body. Your soul had broken into a thousand pieces over the last few months with each mission you successfully completed.

Lenny was lost in his own pleasure as your tight pussy imprisoned his cock. All he could think about was how tight you were, at some point the onslaught increased in tempo, but your moans were ignored.

It was your punishment, the pleasure came at some point, when his fingers kneaded your swollen clit. You cum and he spilled inside you.

He moaned your name in your ear, there was something intoxicating about a man as dominant as Lenny Miller moaning your name between whispers.

Eventually you no longer needed him to comfort you after every mission, yet he was always there waiting for you to need him.

You learned to suck his cock and ride him until you saw his eyes roll back in pleasure and bite his full lips to hold back the many moans you elicited from him.

You realized that assignments were shorter or even easier, that you spent more time at home in bed with Lenny, watching TV and cuddling next to him.

That he would take you to fancy restaurants or galas, buy you jewelry, dresses and heels. He would take you by the waist when some young man approached you and fuck you at home adoring your body as if it were divine.

The outings increased, the park, the zoo. He would buy you ice cream and stuffed animals as if you were a little girl and kiss you on the sly when no one else was watching.

You couldn’t deny that you enjoyed it, there was something intimate and satisfying about the relationship you had with him, but he had to go to work and you were left alone at home because you had no mission, because he had made sure you were not assigned any mission.

You realized that you could never know the plan or if he had a plan to avenge your parents. The moment of greatest vulnerability for him was when you were riding him.

So one afternoon you went to the office, you were wearing a long black coat, underneath you were dressed only in fine lace and silk lingerie.

“What the fuck are you doing here dressed like that?” he growled in your ear.

“I want to fuck you.” You responded by placing a hand on his obvious bulge.

He led you to a boardroom that had no cameras and you had him sit in a chair.

“This is not the time to talk about that.” He replied in a breathy voice cupping your breasts in his hands.

You dropped your whole ass back on him, you squirmed with his cock inside you, torturing him. You knew how to torture and dissuade.

“Fuck, you want to kill me?” he growled.

He wasn’t smiling, neither were you, maybe you did want to kill him, but when you did what would you have? The answer was nothing.

You needed his fucking plan, you needed him to include you.

"Maybe so, I'll kill you if you keep treating me like your stupid girlfriend." You said burying your nails in his neck.

He smiled at you, but rolled his eyes as he came inside you.

You dropped onto his chest as soon as the orgasm hit you, weakening you completely.

You two tried to recover from the emotions, he still had his member inside you as he stroked your back and was honest with you.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

You could hear his uncontrolled heartbeat and ragged breathing.

"It's too late." You answered him.

You heard him hesitate, but finally he spoke.

"No, it's not, you're too important to me."

Was that a declaration of love? You didn't care.

"You only recruited me for this, Miller." You said standing up and pulling his member draining cum from inside you.

He hurried to get dressed and so did you.

"No, I recruited you to give your life a purpose, fuck, I wanted to help you and I did, now you are no longer that scared little girl who could barely see me or talk to anyone." He was buckling his belt when you gave him the first slap.

It caught him off guard, but he still let you give him the second. Your blows were hard and his cheek quickly turned red, by the third he stopped you by grabbing you in his arms like three years ago on that boat in Hawaii, the difference was that now you were a deadly machine, you could push him away, knock him out and kill him in less than five seconds, but you didn't do it.

You stopped fighting, you were exhausted and crying silently, you had corrupted your soul to avenge your parents and now he wouldn't let you do it.

He put his lips to your ear and you felt his breath hitch.

"This is not a punishment, I want to keep you safe, you are too important to me, I promise you that your parents will be avenged, that Vasilliev will be eliminated, but you can't get involved."

You couldn't take it anymore, you pushed him with all your might and then threw the phone the agency had given you against the floor.

"I quit."

He scowled at you.

"You can't quit, it doesn't work like that."

"I can, because if you don't leave me alone I will reveal videos and pictures of the two of us fucking, it will end your fucking career when people find out you fucked your subordinate and stepdaughter." You spat angrily.

He looked at you thoughtfully just like he did when he watched you sleep, but there was something else, he felt betrayed.

The next thing was pretty fast he grabbed you by the neck and slammed you against the wall, you could have stopped him, you could have hurt him before he hurt you, but you were surprised to see his wet blue eyes. You had never seen him so affected.

"You're not leaving me! You're fucking mine! Do you understand?" he growled baring his teeth like an animal.

He had lost control, he never lost control, he punched the wall right next to your face and you heard his knuckles crack.

He growled from the pain and kissed you, it was a desperate kiss, he licked and bit your lips, he wanted to hurt you.

You kicked him with your knee in his crotch and he let go of you, writhing in pain.

"If anything happens to me those pictures and videos will be sent to the press." You stated.

"Please." He asked you.

His eyes were watery, he was holding his injured hand.

You knew he was trying to manipulate you, but seeing a man like Leonard Miller practically kneeling before you was very pleasurable.

"This is the last time we see each other." You told him trying not to let your voice crack.

"No!" he lunged at you clinging to your legs. "Don't you understand, whoever does that fucking mission will die! You're not going to survive, Vassilliev will be eliminated, but I want you to still be alive by then."

"I don't care! That's all I want. Give me Vassilliev and you'll have me."

"All right, fuck it, I'll give you whatever you want, just don't leave me."

He hugged you leaning his head on your belly. You felt the wetness of his tears on the fabric of your coat, heard him sniffle through his nose, put a hand in his hair. You were so bewildered to hear him cry.

You had never seen him so needy and you realized the power you had over Leornard Miller.

"I'll stay, Lenny."

The mission was suicidal, Lenny had developed it long ago, but had not found the man or woman who could execute it.

They needed someone inside the KGB. He told you he had thought about focusing on KGB targets.

“If any agent screws up, we can intercept and threaten them, we’ll have a double agent working for us, we just need to find the right one.” He murmured in your ear as you looked at documents on the bed.

He was shirtless, he was wearing his pajama pants and you had on one of the white shirts he wore for work.

You knew he was desperate to fuck you again, they had just done it, but he could never seem to get enough.

He kissed your neck, trying to get you to pay attention to him and not to the unofficial documents you had in your hands.

You left them on the nightstand, but only because you wanted to talk to him.

He put his arms around you and licked your neck.

“There is a target of great interest to the KGB, he is a Russian man, warlord and senior partner in a modeling agency.”

“I know, I’ve read the files as many times as you have, I know all the targets.” He murmured impatiently as he lowered his hand between your thighs.

You were still wet from the previous cum so it was easy for him to slide two of his thick fingers inside you.

“Lenny.” You gasped.

He pushed his fingers all the way in and the licks on your neck turned into bites.

“Lenny, fuck, listen to me.” You yelled at him grabbing his wrist to pull his fingers inside you.

He growled and pushed them even deeper and grabbed your neck hard.

“No, you talk about this all fucking day, you’re obsessed with it.” He growled, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

You could hear your skin getting wet, you couldn’t help but get even wetter, your pussy wanted it more than you wanted it.

“You are obsessed with fucking me.” You moaned, pushing him away.

He clung to your waist and pressed his whole body against you, you felt his erection in your lower belly.

Lenny was a man in his forties, sometimes you were surprised that he could fuck you several times in one night or the amount of semen he released when he cum.

You were on birth control. He never wanted to fuck you with condoms.

“Uh-huh, I’m desperate to fuck you.” He didn’t deny it, there was no point in denying that he became an animal when he was with you.

That there was nothing left of the focused, determined Leonard Miller he appeared to be.

You watched as he took his cock in his hand and stroked the tip of it into your opening. He gave the first thrust, you squealed.

“Fuck, Lenny, stop.” You shouted, but your sweetened tone of voice seemed to say quite the opposite.

He rocked his hips back and forth, you could hear the clash of wet skin.

“Lenny.” You moaned again.

“I’ll give you Vassilliev, but you won’t kill him, it’s for your fucking good, the Agency will put you on maternity leave.” He whispered in your ear.

“What the fuck, what the fuck are you talking about?” you slapped him, but he smiled with his perfect teeth with dark hair over his face. Sweating and panting. His blue eyes watched you as if you were his prey.

You slapped him again, he took your wrists and put your hands on the sides of your head. You knew you could free yourself from him, but you were about to cum, your legs began to tremble, pleasure was born in your lower belly.

“Fuck, you’re mine, you’ll always be mine.” He murmured his voice hoarse as he spilled inside you.

He filled you completely with his seed, as he had done so many times before. Your hips lifted to feel him deeper, your mind was fuzzy and lost, the pleasure of the orgasm rendering you completely docile.

You trembled under his body as you cum, he embraced you kissing your forehead.

“My little spy, you will become my little wife and mother of my children.”

As soon as you realized what he had done to you, you tried to get him off you.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” you shouted pushing him off.

“I’m keeping you safe.” He replied coming out from inside you.

You ran to the bathroom to wash away any trace of him, as if that would work.

“I took birth control, Leonard, your stupid plan won’t work.” You yelled at him from the bathroom.

He walked to the door frame and watched you so desperately, on the verge of tears, sitting on the toilet seat.

“Replace your pills with placebos.” He said to you with his arms crossed.

“I’ll abort it.” You threatened him, looking at him with all your pent-up hatred.

He walked over to you and knelt down in front of you, taking your chin between his fingers.

“Do it, I’ll put another one inside you.” His blue eyes didn’t hesitate.

“You’ll never see me again.”

“I’ll search for you until the end of the world.”

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slut4thebroken · 9 months ago

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Dad/stepdad finding your vibrator hcs

Tommy Shelby, Cillian Murphy, Raymond Leon, Jackson Rippner, Lenny Miller

(All accurate to the universe’s time period)

Tommy Shelby - To say he was shocked would be an understatement. At first he was concerned— were you suffering from hysteria and he didn’t even know? But then he remembered that vibrators have very recently started being used for more… personal activities. He confronted you about it anyway though. You blushed and stuttered out “I- I can explain..” and he found it amusing at first, but he kept his expression stern. It was when you broke down crying that he suddenly softened. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t be mad..” You cried out, making him pull you into a hug and shush you, trying to calm you down. “I’m not mad, love.” He said gently. “Just… tell me what it’s for.. I promise I won’t be mad.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes to see if he was being truthful. When you found no sign of a lie, you whispered that you use it for self pleasure, which he already knew. He just wanted to hear you say it. He sighed and shook his head. “You think you’re old enough to be playing with adult toys like this?” He asked, and you muttered out an excuse of how you just turned 18. “Maybe so, but I still don’t think it’s appropriate at your age.” That triggered something inside of you and you whined about how you’re an adult and you can do what you want, acting far too bratty for his liking. “Is that so? An adult, are you?” He had a condescending smirk on his lips and he pretended to think it over, then scoffed a laugh. “Fine then. If you’re an adult I guess I should start punishing you like one.” His tone was noticeably darker now. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Cillian Murphy - He knew he should’ve ignored it, respected your privacy… But he just kept thinking about you using it. The pretty sounds you probably made, the way your cheeks probably became flushed… But then he started thinking about you using it with someone.. Did you have a secret boyfriend? Or were you exploring your sexuality all on your own… Deciding to do the responsible thing, he started planning out when and how to talk to you about all of these new things you may be feeling as a developing young woman. One day he sat down with you, gently told you what he knew and reassured you when you immediately became embarrassed. He told you that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed of… “A young girl like yourself needs someone to guide her, teach her what’s right and how to be safe.” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “As your father, I’m afraid that role falls on me.” He tried not to seem too excited by the idea. Standing up, he walked over to where the toy was hidden and brought it back over to the bed, handing it to you. “I need to make sure you’re using it the right way. I’d hate for my little girl to get hurt.” He frowned, watching as your eyes widened. He didn’t let you protest as he helped removed your clothes and laid you down on the bed. “Now show me exactly how you’re using it, sweetheart.”

Raymond Leon - At first, he almost mistook it for something else, but when he did a double take, he realized what it actually was. A rush of emotions hit him, the main ones being anger, disappointment, and arousal. Were you turning into a whore? Did he do something wrong when raising you? When you came home one day, he was waiting on your bed, the vibrator next to him. You were immediately hit with a wave of embarrassment and humiliation- good. You started trying to defend yourself, saying it’s not what it looks like. “Don’t try to play innocent.” He scoffed. “Get over my fucking lap.” His voice was so harsh, it made you tear up as you begged him not to. So he roughly grabbed you and pulled you over his thighs, then flipped your skirt up. He spanked you until his hand was burning and there were little welts on your ass. You were sobbing loudly, the pain becoming too much, and with the way you kept squirming and rubbing against his cock, he eventually got hard. He forced the vibrator between your legs, making you apologize for your whorish behavior as you came over and over again until he was satisfied. “Get on your knees.” He demanded and you slid off his lap to the floor, still sobbing and almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure. “There are consequences for acting like a whore.” He spat, quickly opening his pants to free his cock, making your breath catch in your throat. “So, be a good girl for once and finish what you started.”

Jackson Rippner - He had been trying so hard to be a good father figure- god knows you desperately needed it. But as soon as he found a vibrator hidden away (very poorly) in one of your drawers, he just lost all control. He managed to wait a few days until it was only the two of you in the house, then confronted you. This wasn’t his proudest moment… but he didn’t regret it. “What would your mom think, huh?” He asked, subtly threatening you. “I would hate to have to tell her… but maybe we can work something out.” He said coyly, enjoying the way you blushed and squirmed and pouted. He made you beg for it, for his cock and for him to not tell your mom. Once he had you underneath him with his cock fully sheathed in your little cunt, he practically plowed into you until you cried. “This is your own fault.” He hissed. “The only reason this is happening is because you teased me by leaving it somewhere for me to find.” You sobbed harder and shook your head, unable to do anything else to protest. “You’ve been a fucking tease since day one with those tiny little shirts and the skirts that barely cover your ass… I’m fucking sick of it.” He growled, getting more worked up. “From now on, you’re gonna let me use this cunt whenever I want, or I’ll tell your mom about your little secret, and how you seduced me and begged me to fuck you.”

Lenny Miller - You should’ve known better than to think you could hide things from him. Just like you should’ve known better than to think you could lie to him. But when he confronted you, you denied it. Which he figured you might do… That’s why he set up a camera in your room, hidden in a vent but angled perfectly at your bed. The quality was not the best, but it was good enough to still obviously show what you were doing. He can’t even count the amount of times he came to that footage of you. When you tried lying, he sighed and reached for the remote, already having the tape ready in the tv. The second it turned on, you lips parted in shock and your face paled, then a very dark blush took over your cheeks. “There are a few different ways this can go. Option one: the camera stays up and you can keep the vibrator. Option two: I punish you, then confiscate it, but I’ll take down the camera.” He paused, lowering his voice into something darker and thick with arousal. “Or option three: you show me just how sorry you are for owning something like this. I’m still going to punish you, but if you do a good enough job begging, I might just let you keep it.” He said coyly. He waited impatiently for you to choose and when you couldn’t get any words out, still glancing at the tv, he chose for you. He spanked you until you cried and made you suck his cock to prove you were sorry, then forced you to ride him while you begged for his forgiveness.

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darthannie · 1 year ago

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day eighteen: breeding kink with lenny miller

pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader word count: 595 warnings: mentions of pregnancy, Lenny is possessive, kinda sweet ending. a/n: I need him to do this to me immediately. kinktober masterlist

Lenny had spent the last 10 minutes eating you out. He took his time. He kissed your thighs, working his way toward your clit, and kitten licked until you begged for him to give you more. He gave in and flattened his tongue against you.

He treated you like a priceless possession. You were his, all his. You were the most important thing to him. He loved having his face between your legs, licking patterns on and around your clit. You finally had enough at one point.

“Lenny, please I need you,” you begged.

“Need me where?” He liked playing coy. There was no need for it, but to him, it was like playing with his food. “Here?” He teased you with the tip of his cock. He moved ever so slightly, barely going inside you. You mewled and your back arched. You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes. There. Please.”

He chuckled at your neediness and slowly entered you. You never got used to how much he stretched you out. Having him inside you made you feel whole. His quick, deep thrusts make you lose control of your body. You twitched and moaned while he fondled and caressed you.

“Lenny. I want you to cum inside me. Please. Fucking- please cum inside me.” You hadn’t planned on asking him, but it felt right. Hearing those words come out of your mouth made something shift in him.

A small smile appeared on his face. “You want me to breed you, huh? Fill you up with all my cum over and over again til it takes?”

“Yes. I need it. So bad…”

He tilted his head as he went down to kiss you neck. He whispered in your ear “I’m going to make you mine. Mark you. No one else is cumming inside this pussy. Ever. Understood?”

“Yes,” you murmured.

He grunted slightly as he fully buried himself inside you over and over again. He pressed your legs against your stomach as he got more intense with his movements. He was hushed as he spoke to you as if it was a secret he didn’t want anyone to hear.

“I’ve wanted to breed you for a long time. Get you pregnant. Make you have my child. Make you my wife.” He’d never confessed any of this to you. It was all making your head spin, but you hadn’t wanted anything more than you wanted this.

His chest heaved, his breath became heavier. With an unceremonious grunt, he came deep inside you. It was almost never ending. His cum spilled out of your spent hole and he quickly moved his hand to push it back in. He carefully used his fingers to make sure not a drop was wasted. He put his hand in your face and you immediately put them in your mouth, cleaning them for him.

You were both glazed in sweat, coming down from the high you’d both experienced. He made sure you were comfortable in bed, pulling you close when you got settled. Feeling the warmth coming from his body made you feel at home. He sighed and pulled you in even closer, “You know, I really do want to make you my wife. And, I really do hope you get pregnant.”

“Seriously?” you asked. He nodded. You assumed he was caught up in the moment, but now he was being sincere. You stared into his eyes. You suddenly felt overwhelmed and kissed him. When you finally opened your eyes and pulled away all you could say was “I really hope I do too.”

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saintmuses · 11 months ago

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❝𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x BF’s Daughter!Reader

Summary:

Before his best friend died, Lenny Miller made a promise to take care of his daughter at his best friend’s behest.

Warning(s): SMUT. A pinch of angst. Age gap (Lenny is in his late 30s/early 40s and Reader is in their early 20s). Soft!dark!Lenny. Possessive!Lenny. He’s down bad for Reader and it shows. A pinch of religion shit. Mention of death. Oral (f-receiving), and P in V sex. Flashback in italics. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 2.7k

“Y/N?” His voice was nearly groggy when Lenny saw her standing in the doorway, fidgeting with her arms as she looked at him with a nervous expression.

“You just had a nightmare,” he concluded softly after observing her body language. It was the same one whenever she had bad dreams.

There were nights when she would call him on the landline roughly 400 miles away, tears pouring down her face over something that occurred in her nightmares with an intent to harm her.

And he would always pick up the calls.

It came to the point he had to move her in his own home whenever she was finished with college for summers.

They were close, always edging toward the line. It had been a year since his friend died, and he was taking care of Y/N like he said he would.

She used to call him in the middle of the nights when she would have nightmares, but that changed within the last few months when she would call him to strike up a conversation or two.

“Could you just...” she trailed off, sighing in a symbolic of frustration at her inability to express herself. “Just hold me? For one minute.” She flushed, looking away shyly.

He could feel himself soften for her. “Of course, come here.” He scooted over to give her room to lie down next to him while curling his arm around her waist.

She was wearing silky sleepy shorts and lace camisole in the color of pearl. He thought they were pretty on her, but if she was to shift the wrong way, the fabric would ride high up on her thighs, and her camisole would ride up high as well, revealing her stomach, and he couldn’t think straight whenever he saw her exposed skin. Aching to touch them, to connect with her. She was doing it on purpose as she brushed up against him, almost suggestively.

He growled, “Y/N.”

“I’m sorry,” she said breathlessly, almost shyly.

“Somehow I don’t think you are.” His grip tightened, dragging her closer to his chest. Flushed against her warm body, his cock began to stir, began to harden in response of her close proximity.

“Oh I am.” She murmured coyly, turning her head to peer into his eyes, looking up at him through her lashes.

He then used the palm of his hand to land a quick but sharp smack on her ass. “Don’t lie to me.”

“Lenny!” Her hips jerked backwards, pushing into his cock as she gasped in surprise.

He held back a groan in his throat as his cock hardened even more further in response to her presence of brushing against it. “If you’re sorry then take off your clothes,” the words slipped out of his tongue unbidden.

After realizing what he had said, he froze. He was holding his breath in sheer fear that maybe he had gone too far despite them edging the line that was drawn in the sand for the last few months.

He could hear her swallowing audibly, his fingertips dug into her hip as tension increased between them the longer the silence went on. She then reached down, pulling the camisole top, and he almost groaned loudly when he realized they were going to cross the line.

He immediately pulled the camisole away from her once she lifted the fabric, revealing her bare breasts to him. His breathing hitched, eyes dilated in pure lust before he leaned down, closing his lips around her erected nipple closer to him since they were still somewhat spooning. Flicking his tongue against the bud as he sucked in the flesh until the skin darkened from his attentions.

Releasing her breast, his hands gripped Y/N’s hips to pull her firmly into his lap after he sat up, pressing his lips against hers while she had wound her hands into his dark strands - desperately tugging at the locks in a fit of passion. The grip he had on her hips was sure to give her some slight bruising later, but that only turned him on and made him want more.

To make her his.

They’ve kissed so much that he thought their kisses must outnumber stars in the sky.

His tongue tangled with hers, battling for dominance he knew he was going to win.

Every muscle in his body tightened and Lenny’s cock throbbed so hard it pushed a bead of precum up, leaking into his boxer briefs. He rolled his hips against the curve of her ass, desperate for the friction and the small ounce of relief it brought to his aching cock.

She ran her nose along his. “I’m yours, Lenny. Yours,” she breathed into his mouth.

“Is that what you are?” He asked hoarsely.

“Always.”

Lenny let out a heavy groan before he pushed her back against the bed, pinning her down with the weight on his body while he forced his tongue into her mouth. She moaned, sucking it in deeper and hiking her legs up around his waist. With her body tilted in this direction, he could easily feel the heat and moisture coming from in between her legs and it was obvious to him that there was nothing covering her other than the shorts.

Nothing.

He roughly yanked her pajama shorts down her thighs before pulling it off her body to confirmed what he was feeling.

She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He couldn’t bear to drag his eyes away from the small rivulet of wetness he spied leaking from between her folds.

She didn’t come into his bedroom because she had a nightmare. She might’ve had it, but she came into his bedroom for something else entirely.

Fuck as of it didn’t send pleasure down his spine that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

Everything else be damned.

He placed his lips against her ear, “your pussy’s dripping.” He breathed in soft lust.

“All for you.”

“It’d better,” he growled before he dragged her body across his thigh that was in between her legs, feeling the slick smearing onto his skin.

He ran his hands in between her knees, parting her thighs even further, his cock hardened more than he ever thought possible as the smooth warmth skin touched the back of his elbows before leaning down, using his thumbs to spread her open, revealing her clit to his gaze.

He was sure he would find heaven between her thighs as he reached down and used his tongue to lick the trail of slick, groaning at the first taste of her as he dragged his tongue through her folds.

Her hands clenched in his hair at the vibration of it, rush of endorphins that seemed to run across his scalp and down his spine, and that only spurred him on more.

He lapped the like a man thirsting for an oasis in the desert. Wet and warm, dripping her sweet nectar straight onto his waiting tongue.

Her taste invaded all his senses, the single most important thing in his world beside her hands in his hair and her quivering thighs on either side of his head.

He kissed her inner thigh before pushing himself up so he could crawl on top of her.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” He murmured softly, peering down at her gorgeous face, waiting for her to give him an affirmative answer. “You want the feeling of it inside you where you feel it deeply enough that you can’t ever forget what it feels like?” He paused, lightly running his hand over his bulge through his underwear, he shuddered slightly at the sensation as a sting of pleasure seared through him. “Because I will give it to you, I’ll give you everything.” He pushed his underwear down his legs until it gathered around his ankles. He removed them and threw it somewhere in the room.

He then reached down, grabbing his cock while wrapping his fingers around his girth. He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb across the thick tip of his cock before pressing against her cunt with a low groan.

Sliding through her folds, increasing the tempo, he relished how her slickness covered his cock until he reached her opening. He angled his thick tip towards her hole before pushing himself into her, and the head of his cock popped inside of her suddenly. He momentarily lost his breath because fucking hell was her cunt hot and tight. His eyes closed when he heard her gasping in response. He then opened his eyes to peer down at her.

"You want it all?" His voice was nearly guttural from how tight she felt around his girth.

"Yes," she whimpered, nodding slightly as she gazed up at him with hooded lids.

He then dragged his gaze from hers, landing on where their bodies were met. "Then take it all, sweetheart." He breathed, staring at his thick cock trying to fit the rest of it into her pussy. He withdrew slightly, pulling away from the heat that was wrapped around his girth. He leaned forward to look at her face closely, "I know it’s been a while for you, but you can take it."

Nothing pleased him more by the fact she had not been touched in a long while. he would know this because he made sure of it.

She whined as he eased his cock back into her but deeper, forcing her hole to accommodate the girth as it was pushed into her, stretching the walls as well.

“Good girl," he said softly, but his icy blue eyes held a possessive glint as he stared at her. He then sighed softly when his hips were finally flushed with her thighs, his cock buried into her as deep as they could go. He then pressed a hand to her trembling stomach, tracing the outline of his pulsing cock, undulating even as he sat still, fully seated in her body. Then he pushed down on her abdomen, the bulge becoming more pronounced until he withdrew.

Her hair was a mess, her breathing was hitching to the point where he could hear her whimpering, and his bottom lip grazed the ample of her cheek as he thrusted back into her. Groaning into her ear, feeling her fingernails digging into his skin made him shudder as he was beginning to lose control.

He was now pounding into her, making her body jolt with each thrust, pulling her hips to him, slamming himself in as if he couldn’t get enough.

It would never be enough.

“Look at me,” he said, gripping the side of her jaw, he used his thumb to lightly stroke the jaw opposite of his fingers. “Mine,” he growled possessively.

Her lips were bruised and swollen and begging for him to return to them. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin-stained scarlet, and her neck and torso were littered with deep bite marks from his teeth and reddish bruises from his lips.

“Yours.” She breathed, eyes fluttering in pleasure.

Mine.

An hour later, he lightly traced her plump lips with the pad of his thumb as he observed her eyelids fluttering in her sleep. He couldn’t stop touching her, too enthralled by the fact he finally had her in his arms where she belonged.

His fingers curled around her waist as he pushed his face into her hair that is currently in natural state.

“I’m giving you a kill order on Agent Stefan Elliot.” A cold voice in a detached sense reached Lenny’s ear.

He was sitting next to his superior on the wooden bench of the park in Washington mall.

“Mind if I ask why?” He inquired, taking a sip of hot coffee in a paper cup.

“Well, I would say no, but you are one of my trusted agents,” his superior officer said lowly, turning his head to look at him. “Agent Elliot has been passing classified information over to KGB operatives ever since he was abducted a year ago as an exchange for his life which is understandable, but he knew the risks of taking a career like this, and we cannot have any collateral damage falling onto the CIA.”

Lenny was surprised. He knew his friend had been captured briefly, but he had never known that his friend was selling information. Otherwise, he could’ve done something to ensure his friend would’ve been safe.

“I know he is your friend after all you were his handler when you first recruited him. Fifteen years is a long time just to destroy a person you call a friend because I said so. Is this something you can do?”

Guilt began to eat him at the thought of killing his friend.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. Her gorgeous eyes shined as she peered at him from underneath her eyelashes. Flushed skin whenever he teased her about anything. Shy demeanor whenever he was around her. Her beautiful lips curling up as he made minimal efforts to make her smile.

As long as his friend was still alive, Lenny would’ve never been able to have her. “He has something that belongs to me.” He murmured quietly, nearly stoically.

His superior officer’s hands were clasped in front of him as he placed his elbows on top of his kneecaps. “So, I trust you to take this mission despite the conflict of interest?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I trust you won’t let me down.”

Soft aroma of florals enraptured his senses as he inhaled deeply into her hair. He sighed, feeling a sense of contentment as he realized he got her.

“Ah, who knew the person they sent to deliver death at its door would be Leonard Miller.” Stefan said dryly, and he could tell he was glaring at the brick wall of the building.

“You know I would have to kill you,” he said stoically, jaw clenched. “Their orders.” Referring to the agency they’ve worked for, the agency that would sacrifice them if things went wrong.

“It’s alright,” Stefan chuckled dryly, almost gritty than the tar of the pavement under their feet. “I knew the consequences if I get caught. You do what you gotta do.” He muttered before flicking the cigarette filter down the ground, looking at Lenny. “Do me a favor, would you Len?”

His lips pursed briefly as he analyzed the man before him. “What is it?” After all it was what he could do.

“Take care of her, please.” It wasn’t a request. It was a soft command, but Lenny did not perceive it as anything other than firm promise.

There was a noticeable tic in his jaw as it clamped down in his mouth. He nodded before raising the gun, aiming at his friend’s head.

Sure, he had killed many times, putting bullets through flesh and blood, but they were strangers. The people he killed were the ones he never knew. This one was different because the person he was going to end their life was his best friend.

The man was standing, staring at the death’s choice of weapon with unblinking eyes. Agent Stefan Elliot was challenging death, refusing to look away as it was going to take his life. He would not stop looking at it until he couldn’t. With a pull of the trigger from Lenny’s finger, a sound of a gunshot reverberated across the alley. The man was standing until he wasn’t anymore.

For a split second, the feeling of remorse washed over him then it was gone as if it was never there.

Obviously, he wasn’t feeling guilty for putting a bullet in his former friend’s body, through the organ that pumped the blood and kept him alive. Lenny felt guilty for causing his friend’s daughter to feel pain as an aftermath for the end of her father’s life.

He metaphorically killed two birds with one stone. He could say he was sorry, and maybe in some ways he was, but…

“I needed you, more than you could ever know.” He breathed into her hair, before withdrawing to gaze at her. He lifted his finger to trace the bridge of her nose with the knuckle of his index finger.

God made Eve for Adam in the way she was made for him; he needed her more than she needed him because Adam was never intended for Eve. However, he was damn well going to try and defy by being the man she deserved.

After all she was his.

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