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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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Christmas Time to Me

Pairing: Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader

Word Count: Less than the last one, ok?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. All errors my own. Pining, angst, young pregnancy, Henry is someone’s father, I am writing about British nobility and I am not British, jet lag, reader has a slight inferiority complex, definite ‘Sir’ kink, Dom thoughts, bratty behavior. Oral (both receiving) nipple, play, rough sex, size kink, cow girl, face sitting, p in v (wrap that up). Whew, this was quite different than the tender scene I thought to write.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask from @ysmmsy found here. Let me know if you liked it, love. ❤️

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Good afternoon my Dear Professor. What do you think about the latest hullabaloo about the British Museum. Do you think they should return all artifacts? It would empty everything out.

Your alarm went off and you yawned and stretched, then reached for your phone, trying not to have any expectations. You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you saw a text waiting there from 12 minutes ago, 6:48 am Houston time.

Good morning, Sir. You know very well what I think about that. I could give a rat’s ass about the BU’s inventory.

Lol, I agree, just wanted to get your blood flowing on this beautiful chilly noon day, mate.

You squirmed at the innocent words. He sure did get your blood flowing, to interesting places. And from just a friendly text.

Thank you, Sir. But it’s a nice balmy morning here in Houston. Now go eat lunch!

Henry grinned.

I will. I am looking forward to seeing you and Junie in a couple of days.

Somehow, you could see Henry’s smile through the phone.

I’m excited. I will do professor stuff while you and Junie are hanging out.

Thank you for the consideration, but there is no question that I will leave you alone for a second.

The authoritative tone reached you over 5,000 miles. You shivered, then shook it off.

🙄 Okay, Sir. I have to shower. See you in a couple of days.

You put your phone back on your charger as you shook your head, knowing that you would think of him while you were getting clean.

Henry stared at the text for a long time, his lunch stuck in his throat. He needed to take a drink of water, suddenly very thirsty. His pants got tighter at his desk as he imagined you all wet in the shower. And you calling him ‘Sir’ did things to him. You affected him in a myriad of ways with one text.

“Christ, Y/N,” growled Henry to himself as he rubbed the bulge in his now tighter pants.

He ran his hand through his curls, trying to think of how he would both be appropriate with you in front of Juniper-Rose, and get beyond this friend zone you’d put him in.

Your ‘friend’ was actually a member of British nobility, Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill, the 12th Duke of Jersey, but one who worked at a non-profit for climate change. Your research on Britain’s role on colonialism and world oppression and his activist heart connected you on an intellectual level. He was tall, hot, and a little bit nerdy, just your type.

Too bad that he was your best friend’s baby daddy.

The first time you saw Henry, there was an instant attraction, at least on your side. He was gorgeous, bright blue eyes happy and full of kindness. He looked at you with an appreciation that you recognized from a man, but there was nothing offensive in his gaze.

Junie was literally bouncing in his arms, and his smile was ear to ear for his toddler. He seemed full of girl-dad joy and it was obvious that he was wrapped around her tiny little finger. Of course that made him even more alluring.

You tried to keep from swooning every time you saw Henry, as he grew up from slim-thick twenty something to grown and sexy hunk of a thirty something. Every time you saw him, he got sexier. And your body reacted more.

But girl code, and the fact that you were sure that he was still in love with Jasmine even though they were not together, prevented you from sharing your feelings.

You settled for debates whenever he was in town, which morphed into emails, which changed into friendly texts. He spent all of his available time in Houston with Junie, your goddaughter (christened Marion Eleanor Juniper-Rose Cavill), so the talk was light and passing, and you didn’t want to intrude on Daddy/Daughter time. Smiles and electronic chatter was the entirety of your relationship with Henry. Or so you thought.

You couldn’t, and shouldn’t want for anything more.

Jasmine was always the brightest star in your friend group. To you, she was always just a little bit cuter, prettier, popular and brighter than you, becoming a Rhodes Scholar and jetting off to Britain at 17, while you only earned a National Merit and stayed at home in Houston to attend Rice University.

You two stayed close, communicating every day, you reveling in her adventures studying Economics at Oxford during the week and partying in London on the weekends. You lived vicariously, internalizing the stories Jazz told you as you lived your quiet academic life at Rice with your quiet boring boyfriends.

She casually dropped the news about Henry and the fact that he was a Duke, stating that he was bored of his life of duty and privilege. They kept it fun and casual. Until Jasmine turned up pregnant during her senior year.

Even though they were young starting out, Jasmine and Henry were wonderful co-parents. The only difficulty in the arrangement was that neither Henry nor Jasmine would, or could, give up their lives 5,000 miles apart. Despite his obligations, distance was no barrier for Henry. He would fly over at the drop of a hat for his daughter.

One memorable occasion was when Junie broke her arm playing soccer at eight years old and had to have surgery. You almost hyperventilated when you ran into Henry, who was on Jasmine’s doorstep a day later looking tired and worried. He was very, very handsome, but he was not checking for you. It was all about Juniper-Rose, as he called her. And probably Jasmine too.

The next years of Junie’s life were filled with regular visits to Britain and from her father. Henry came to the States every summer for Junie’s birthday and took her back to Britain for a few weeks. Jasmine took her to London every Christmas, using the opportunity for her work in Economics and to catch up with her European friends.

So here it was, Junie’s 14th Christmas, and you were recruited (by Jasmine of course) to escort her to visit her father on her yearly holiday visit to Britain. Except Junie refused to go this year. Something about wanting to be with her friends who were going to Mexico. And so you wound up being convinced (by Jasmine of course) to go alone. For the entire eight hour flight, you lamented the fact that you did something that you normally don’t: go with the flow

When you landed at Heathrow on December 23rd, you expected a driver to be waiting for you, but what actually happened was surprising. There was Henry, with a small smile, holding up a placard with your name.

You stopped for a moment, heart beating erratically, not expecting this at all. Henry gazed at you as you collected yourself and moved toward him. His smile grew incrementally as you got closer.

“Hullo.”

His baritone held early morning gruffness and was making you feel some kind of way.

“Hello Henry, I mean Sir…I mean Mr. Cavill…Your Grace...”

You felt like you had to curtsey, and you were tongue tied. Meeting Henry in England was different from talking to him on the phone, or texting. Then, you could pretend that he was a regular person, not British nobility and the real-life embodiment of your fantasies.

Henry’s eyes dilated when you called him ‘Sir,” but then he blushed and looked down, then back up at you to correct you quietly, but firmly.

“Henry is fine. Welcome to London.”

God, you were wet.

“Thank you. I.. I didn’t think that you would meet me personally, I mean, knowing that Junie wasn’t here.”

Henry’s smile dropped.

“Juniper-Rose and I spoke, and I am disappointed, but hopeful that she will join us. But I had to come greet you. To thank you for… for everything that you do for my daughter. And for me.”

Henry held your gaze for as long as you would allow before you flushed and turned your eyes to the floor. He was so god damned beautiful.

“No… no.. problem. I love that little girl.”

Henry reached for your carryon, brushing your fingers with his. You felt electricity down your spine as he started walking toward the exit.

“My driver, Benjamim, will get your other bags.”

You chuckled.

“So you do have a driver…” Henry cocked his head at the comment, wondering what was going on in that head of yours.

“Of course. I told you. I wanted to meet you myself. You are a very special person to me.”

You did not, for a moment, believe that he really meant that. It was simply British politeness.

“And I told you. What I do for Junie, I will do forever. She is like my own.”

You did not want Henry to be nice to you out of obligation.

“And that is part of why I… That is why I have to thank you.”

You were quiet, wondering what this outpouring of communication and sentiment was owed to. You zoned out as you were waiting for the car, staring off into space as you bit your lip. Was Henry trying to get back with Jasmine? Is that why he met you at the airport? What was the reason?

You sighed when you realized that you were giving yourself a headache overthinking, and you realized that you hadn’t had any caffeine yet this day.

Henry interrupted your thoughts with a chuckle.

“You’re overworking that mind of yours, Professor.”

You made a face as he laughed again.

“Come, we’ll get you settled and get you some tea and allow you to rest. Then, tonight, we’ll go out and witness Christmas Time in London.”

“That is just the ticket. Thank you again, Sir Cavill.”

You gave Henry your full smile and a little curtsey this time, and you could see Henry’s smile falter. He cleared his throat and opened the door of the SUV for you. You got in, relaxed in the luxurious seats, and was asleep before Henry and Benjamin got your bags in the car.

As the car rolled along into London, Henry watched you sleeping. You were beautiful, unguarded and soft. He knew that you didn’t know how gorgeous you were and that you constantly compared yourself to Jasmine. For him, there was no comparison. The first time he saw you, it was like he was struck by lightning. At that time, he thought it was unlucky. Only with time and maturity did he realize that he could make his own luck. With you.

You awoke as the car pulled into a drive of a beautiful, large white building. It was almost like a castle. Henry was staring and you stared back, disoriented at first. You looked around.

“Is this the hotel?”

Henry smiled at you.

“It’s my home.”

You smiled back at him.

“It’s beautiful. Will Benjamin be taking me to my hotel after this?”

“I was hoping you would stay here… those were the plans when Juniper- Rose was coming and I… “

Your mouth was hanging open and Henry’s heart sank.

“Of course, I’ll get you a hotel…”

You felt bad. Henry had done an awful lot for you.

“No need! I’d love to stay here. You are too kind.”

Henry looked troubled.

“Y/N, I…”

“Yes?”

“Never mind. Let’s get you settled.”

Your suite of rooms were gorgeous. It was basically a little flat, with a sitting room, en suite and a huge four poster bed, and roaring fireplace.

As soon as you were in your suite, tea was delivered. You are something, took a shower and then rested, letting everyone know you had landed. You were due to get dinner with Henry at 7 PM London time. You decided to nap some more to get over your jet lag. You needed to clear your head of all of your anxious thoughts, and sleep always helped.

It seemed your dreams were filled with thoughts of Henry as well. You woke up warm and wet, as well as dismayed that you were going to be with him in England for so long with this yearning need and no way to satisfy it. You were glad that you had packed your small toy. You needed some relief before you saw him again, or you were liable to jump his bones.

When you came down the stairs at 6 pm, you took Henry’s breath away. You were dressed in a bright red sweater which showcased your cleavage and form fitting black pants that showed all of your curves. Your face was slightly flushed and your smile was shier than this morning. He just wanted to take you in his arms when you reached the bottom stair.

“You look Lovely, Y/N.”

Henry’s eyes shone at you. Damn, he was being so nice.

“How do you feel?”

“Well. I think I’ve done my best to fast forward my body to Londont time. Ready to go!”

You moved to put your coat on, and Henry took it, his fingers brushing your neck as you were getting it settled. He felt your slight shiver as he let his fingers linger just a moment. He had a little bit of hope.

You took him in. Henry had changed from his pullover and joggers that he had on in the morning to a broadcloth shirt unbuttoned at the neck and with sleeves rolled up. He was in dress pants and shoes, and his hair looked combed but run through with fingers. You wished you could play in those curls. You stared for what seemed like forever until Henry cleared his throat and offered his arm.

“Are you ready to see the sights?”

“I sure am, Your Grace.”

Henry rolled his eyes and shook his head

“Stop. If anything, I should be on my knees for you.”

“What?”

You didn’t quite believe that you heard him correctly. He smiled.

“Nothing, let’s go.”

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You were absolutely charmed all night. Henry showed you around London sights at sunset and a dinner at Cafe Cecilia. You talked with Henry like you were old friends, and you were, in your way.

Any anxiety you had about Jasmine was erased from your mind with the good food, good wine, and good conversation, mostly about you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think this was a date.

When you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, you didn’t see Henry checking out your ass in your slacks, you just saw how happy you were in the mirror when you washed your hands, you tried to tell yourself to calm down, that he wasn’t into you at all.

Meanwhile, Henry was wiping his hands on his slacks, trying to quiet his own nerves. Your conversations over the years stuck with Henry, and he played them over and over in his mind. When it got to the point that he was replaying how your mouth looked, your curves that his eyes couldn’t help but trace, and the erotic dreams he had about you, Henry had to admit to himself that he had more than just friendly feelings for you.

When he looked up and saw you coming back to the table, his erratic heartbeat and the fact that he could swear that your nipples were erect and pointing right at him, made him decide to tell you how he felt. That night.

An hour and a half later, you were looking over the night skyline with Henry in the private London Eye pod he rented when he spoke to you, barely above a whisper. His voice was hesitant and gruff. And sexy as hell.

“Y/N. I think I… I do.. I feel for you very deeply.”

You turned to him, butterflies loose in your belly.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Come on, Y/N. Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? I am absolutely besotted with you. I told Jasmine how I felt months ago.”

Henry was looking at you, with those beautiful blue eyes determinedly fixed upon you as you paced before him inside the capsule. It was not lost upon you the fact that his eyes were taking in the entirety of your figure. The backdrop of the lights of the city surrounding you from atop the Eye made the scene that much more romantic.

But you didn’t feel romantic. You felt incredulous.

Henry stood up from the bench in the middle of the pod.

“Y/N. I text you every morning..”

“But that’s just your lunch time.”

“I call you my Dear Professor..”

“That’s… that’s just a British thing, like Sherlock Holmes..”

Henry raised his eyebrow at you and looked stern.

“Y/N. I think about you all the time. I am constantly thinking of how to tell you how I feel and now that you are here, in front of me, I’ve decided to just say it.”

You stared at him.

“Well.”

Henry sighed, frustrated.

“Well. I have deep feelings for you.”

“I can’t believe… you did all this. For me?You hardly know me.”

“Don’t start this again. I want to get to know you.”

“Are you trying to get next to Jasmine again?”

Henry threw his hands up.

“What has this got to do with her?”

“Everything has to do with her!”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Yes, it does.”

Henry was mad.

“Tell you what. Forget I said anything.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

You two sat in the pod in silence for the next 15 minutes until the ride was done. Henry was texting on his phone and by the time you disembarked, Benjamin was waiting with the car.

You were despondent as you drove back to Henry’s place. You watched him glaring out of the window and thought you’d certainly blew your chance.

“Good night, Y/N.”

Henry breezed by you as you entered the house. You said goodnight to his back as he went up the stairs.

Yep. You blew it.

30 minutes later, Henry was tossing and turning, fighting the urge to go to your rooms and fuck you into submission. You needed to be tied up and… Needless to say that Henry was not getting a good sleep thinking of all the ways he could try and make you understand.

You were nowhere near sleep. The nap earlier and the time difference had you wide awake. As well as thoughts of Henry.

After an hour and a half, you found yourself in the hallways looking for Henry’s rooms. As you crept down a passageway, a door opened on your right.

Henry, sexy as hell in pajama bottoms and curly chest hair, glared down at you.

“What are you doing?”

The question was terse, and you felt the chill. He was still mad.

“I was thinking…”

You bit your lip as you looked up at him, and Henry melted a bit. But just a bit.

“That’s the problem. You think too much.”

“I know…”

You found yourself playing the brat and moving closer to him as he guarded his doorway.

“But I wanna know what you think.”

Henry sighed.

“What I think about what?”

His raised eyebrow indicated that he was about done with you. You feared a spanking. And that made you smile.

“What do you think about when you think of me…”

Henry blinked and pursed his lips. But he didn’t hesitate for long.

“I think about how smart you are, how funny. I think about how our conversations make me think. And I wonder what goes on in that head of yours.”

You lifted your chin to look him in the eye. Henry returned your gaze, then allowed his eyes to follow the form of your body in your thin t-shirt and short shorts.

Henry’s jaw clenched and he seemed to take a step back. You pursued him, stepping forward.

“Is that all?”

You felt more confident now, and your sultry voice was barely above a whisper. Henry had to concentrate not just to listen, but to hold himself back.

“You don’t want to know.”

“Don’t I?”

You kept moving forward until you were toe to toe with Henry.

“Tell me all your thoughts. Even the naughty ones. Especially the naughty ones. I wanna know what goes on in that head…”

You reached up on tip toes and ran your fingers through his hair, brushing the curls back that had fallen into his face.

Henry grabbed you by the waist and pulled you flush to him, so that you could feel his burgeoning erection.

“I’ve got to kiss you first.”

And he did.

His lips pressed against yours, lightly, rubbing across yours, then he opened his mouth and his tongue tipped out and traced your cupid’s bow. Then he took your bottom lip and nipped lightly, causing you to gasp and as you did so, he claimed your mouth. He suckled your tongue, ruining your panties as his hands slipped down and grabbed your ass. You were breathless as he pulled away.

You looked up into his hungry eyes as they blazed blue fire.

“I think about that. Kissing those lips, feeling this beautiful body. I think about your breasts, what color your areolas, how they would taste. I dream about how your ass would feel. I think about lying between these thighs and having you sit on my face. God, Y/N…”

His long fingers squeezed your bottom and pulled your cheeks apart. The sound and feel of your wetness set Henry’s soul on fire. You whimpered in his clutches.

“Is it possible that you want me as much as I want you?”

Henry tried to peer into your soul.

“If not, tell me now, and I will not bother you again. But if there is some chance…. by God, I want you, Y/N….”

“Henry I…”

He was waiting for word from you. You moved your hands from Henry’s chest down to his cock, which was large and throbbing between you.

“Henry, I want you too.”

“So you want to do this? With me?”

“Exactly how much more hinting do I have to do? Fuck me, Sir.”

Henry smiled as he hauled you backward into his room. He sat down on the bed and you climbed up onto his lap, grinding together through your night clothes as he pulled your hair back and attacked your neck with kisses and bites. His other hand went up your shirt to weigh your breast and roll and pinch your nipple.

He bared his teeth in enjoyment as you squirmed on him.

“So so reactive for me, does that feel good, yeah?”

You panted and nodded yes, caught up in the energy of the moment.

He slapped your nipple hard. You keened and shouted, “Yes, oh yesssss.”

You felt his cock throb.

“Just as I thought. You’re a naughty little girl. My naughty little girl now…”

Henry dipped below your t-shirt and started sucking your nipple hard and nipping at it as you desperately tried to find friction on your clit. You hastily pulled off your shirt, then tried to put your hand down your pants.

“Ah ah ah. Don’t touch.”

Henry captured your hand and bent it behind your back, bending you backward as he turned around and deposited you on your back.

“So so beautiful.”

He bent over you and ran first his hands, then his lips and then his tongue over your areolas, grinding into you again. Your legs bent around him, trying to lock him into the friction against your nub. Your whines got to him and you watched as he took off his shirt.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Need you, Henry.”

“Need you too, love. I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

You reached for his pants.

“Give it to me, Sir. Please Sir, Please.”

“Fuck. You sure you want it?”

You started rolling your own nipples and you arched your back as you let your legs fall apart.

“Most definitely. Sir.”

Henry’s eyes were mesmerized, drawn to your core and your weeping, wet cunt. He automatically pulled down his pants and his huge thick cock slapped him on his stomach.

“I am so weak for you.”

You wanted him even weaker so you sat up and tested his weight in your palm. You looked up at him as you wet your lips.

“Wanna taste you. Can I, Your Grace?”

You pecked his dripping tip and let the string of precum stretch to your lips from the head of him as you gently played with his balls. Henry’s voice was impossibly deeper now.

“You may…ughhhhhhhh.”

You slipped your lips around him and drew him into your mouth, using your tongue to circumnavigate him. You had to hinge your mouth open wide to take his girth. You knew your jaw was going to be sore in the morning.

“Naughty, sweet naughty girl. Do you like to get your face fucked? Oooohhh, fuuuck!”

Henry’s hips started moving as his fingers pulled your nipples.

“I wanted the first time to be sweet and tender, but you… you are better than my wildest dreams. And I do mean wild.”

Henry fisted your hair and held you to him, forcing your throat open with his thick member and causing you to gag. After a few seconds, he let go, but you stayed down, causing him to curse.

“Bloody hell, you’re going to make me cum down your throat.”

“Ummmm hmmmm.”

You answered as you pulled off, messy with spit and pre cum. Henry’s eyes were alight as he bent down to grab your thighs and toss you back on the bed.

“You’re trying to get properly fucked, but I need to taste you first.”

He lay down beside you and grabbed you again, palming your ass in his hands as he maneuvered your legs around his shoulders. His hands were your seat as he prepared to eat you like some decadent fruit. He brought you to his mouth and his eyes watched you as he tasted you. They rolled back as if in rapture and he dove in, fully suckling and laving you.

Henry stopped long enough to say, “Sit down!” because you were trying not to put your full weight on him.

When he pulled you down on his face, his tongue went deep inside you as he nibbled at your clit. His tongue was so skillful that your legs drew up around his head and your thighs started shaking.

You pulled at his hair and started begging.

“Stop, please stop. Henry. Sir. I’m gonna… I’m… ahhhhh!”

When you came, and released into his mouth, you tried to climb off of him, but he held you fast, eyes dark with warning.

When he came up for air, Henry grinned at you.

“Now’s the time to split you open, Love.”

He literally grabbed you and positioned you above his pelvis. You knew what to do from there and you watched as he positioned himself so that you could slide down around him. You looked up at him as you bend your thighs so that his tip could breach your entrance.

“You feel as good as you taste.”

Licked his lips as you slid down around him slowly, his thick cock difficult to take. The stretch almost took you out, but your wetness helped you out. You felt unimaginably filled to the brim with Sir Henry Cavill.

“So fucking tiny, Love. You feel so good, my naughty little girl.”

You whimpered as you stayed still to adjust to him, and as you grabbed his hand to feel himself inside your abdomen. His eyes got wide.

“Such a tight fit. D’you feel me? Feel me inside there?”

His cock throbbed and he started to move a little, eyes dilating as you winced.

“Does it hurt, Love?”

“Y-y-es Sir. Only a little.”

You bit your lip as Henry spit on his thumb and started working your clit.

“Don’t worry, Love. I’ll make it feel better.’

“Hnnnghhhh. Ohhhh!”

Your back bowed as Henry pistoned inside you, and the pain turned to pure pleasure. Henry sat up and held your arms behind your back with one hand, and man handled your breast with the other. He suckled your nipple through his fingers and then gave you a filthy kiss.

“Do you want to be mine?”

“Hnnnhhh. Yes. Yes. Sir.”

“Good girl. You know what to say already.”

He gave you a sweet peck on your lips as he pinches your nipple. Hard. That caused you to shatter, and you came around his cock.

Henry looked down.

“Look at that cunt. Pulling me in so greedily.”

He looked back up at you.

“Look at your face. So Lovely with it all fucked out.”

You were lost in his eyes as he rotated so that your back was on the bed.

“Need you to cum Sir. Job’s not done.”

“Your wish is my command. Tonight. But I will demonstrate to you who your Lord is later on.”

And Henry started to pull out, stopping just in time to save your sanity as you were ready to fight if he left you right now. He hiked your leg around his waist as he delivered powerful thrusts to seat himself deep inside you.

“I wanted to be gentle, but no. You pull this primal nature out of me. I can’t be polite.”

“I wouldn’t want you to be, Sir. Be yourself. Give me yourself. Take me.”

Henry grunted and suckled your collarbone, sure to leave a mark as he pumped sloppily into you.

“Cum again…”

You obeyed his command as he reached between you and thrummed your clit. You detonated just before he did and you both came back together in each other’s arms, sweaty and out of breath.

You stared at him as if he weren’t real.

“What’s wrong, Love?”

“I now know the meaning of Happy Christmas.”

Henry smiled and kissed your forehead.

“It is a happy Christmas, indeed.”

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sodapop-1986 · 2 years ago

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fanfic

Warning: There is some smut and some language

This is S.T.A.R.S. era Albert Wesker

I took a deep breath as I ascended th steps to the police department. I was applying for a job there.

"Here goes nothing," I said to myself as I pushed open the door.

As I entered, the main hall, it seemed deserted.

"Hello!" I called as my voice carried throughout the room. My heels clicked sharply on the hard floor.

"Oh, " a rather large man said in surprise. "You must be Lindsay. I am Chief Irons."

"Hello sir. Am I early?" I asked.

"No. No. You're fine. You're here for an interview with Wesker?"

I nodded. "Were am I suposed to go?"

"To the S.T.A.R.S. office. It's upstairs. How about I show you. This place is like a maze."

"Thank you," I said. It was nerve wrecking to try to find it.

I followed him up two flights of stairs, down different corridors. I was getting confused.

'I hope I can make it out alive,' I thought as we stopped in front of a door with a S.T.A.R.S sign on it.

"It's through there. Wesker is waiting," he said as he opened the door for me.

"Thank you for everything, Chief Irons," I said, stepping into the S.T.A.R.S. office. As I was walked pass the desks. They were empty. I guess everyone left already. I had stopped infront of a closed door that had the blinds down. I straightened my skirt and my blouse. Then I checked my make-up in a compact mirror I withdrew from my purse. I made sure my hot pink lipstick wasn't on my teeth. Then I popped a mint into my mouth to freshen my breath. I knocked.

"Come in!" Said I figured was Mr. Wesker.

I came in.

"Hello. My name is Lindsay Mays," I said walking up to his desk.

"Hello, Ms. Mays. I am Albert Wesker. Pease take a seat," he said gesturing me to sit down.

I sat down in a chair in front of his desk. I had noticed he didn't shake my hand as soon as he had introduced himself.

I crossed my legs trying to be lady-like. I tried to control my breathing, but failed. My heart was pounding and my stomach was doing cartwheels. I put my sweaty shaking hands in my lap.

"S-sir, do you m-mind taking off your s-s-sunglasses?" I stuttered, my voice squeaking.

"Of course, Ms. Mays." He took them off, folded them, and sat them neatly on his desk.

"T-thank you. I want to see who I'm t-talking to."

"Yes." His voice was like sexy silk. Like melted chocolate filling my taste buds.

"Would you like some coffee before we get started.

"Huh? Yes. Yes please, daddy," I said feeling my core throbbing with excitement.

"What?" He asked staring at me.

"What?" I asked hastily, feeling embarrassed. My cheeks turning red slightly.

"Did you just called me, daddy?" He asked smirking.

"No. No."

"I think you did," he said with a chuckle. "I think you find me attractive."

Albert gotten up and walked over to his coffee pot and poured two cups. He then added hazzlenut creamer and splenda to them. I saw his nice ass. I was gawking at it, fantasize fucking him.

Then he pulled me out of my fantasy by saying, "how much sweetener would you like?"

"Put as much as you would for yourself," I said.

I watched as he stirred his coffee. He licked the spoon and then stirred my coffee with it.

"Here," he said handing me the cup.

"Do you always lick the spoon and use it again?" I asked taking a sip.

"I'm sorry. It's a bad habit," he said appogetically.

He took his place back at his desk. With his brows furrowed and skimming over my resume and application.

It says here that the only job you ever had was a cashier and server at McDonald's. For only four months. Why may I, did you quit?"

I looked down at my wrinkly skirt shamefully, and said, " I dropped out of school and ran away from home."

He looked at me. "Do you mind making eye contact with me? I took off my glasses for you."

I took a quick glance at him. "Sorry. I have trouble keeping eye contact with people. I'm kinda shy."

"You don't have yo be shy with me, Ms. Mays. I know come off as intimidating but that's my nature."

"You do have beautiful eyes," I said looking him in the eyes, taking a deep swig of my coffee.

He smirked at me again.

"Thank you. People have told me that. I do want you to feel comfortable with me."

I sat my cup back down.

"Your resume looks like a child scribbled on it."

"Well I would have my oldest sister help me write it but my friend, Ronnie wrote it and filled out my application. She was drunk. I mean dead drunk."

I've notice for your sex it says 'yes, please'.

"Sorry she's very persistant when she's drunk. I didn't know she gotten ahold of my application and would write stuff like that."

"It also says that you would fuck me for the job."

"Oh god, Ronnie. You just ruined my chances for a job," I said blushing with my head down.

"Do you think you could do me a favor?"

"Yes, sir," I said lifting my head up.

"I would like to see your typing skills," he said moving his keyboard to the sid of his desk.

I stood up and walked over to the other side of his desk. His arm was in my way.

"Excuse me, sir," I said seeing his arm in my way.

He didn't move his arm. So I had to bend over and rest my arms and my boobs on his arm. With my boobs on his arm, they spilled out of my bra and my blouse. This was embarrassing and aukward. As I looked at microsoft word on his computer, I saw out of the corner of my eye that he was staring at my boobs and smirking. When I saw his gaze was on the computer screen I began typing random words. It wasn't at a fast speed though. My back began to hurt. So I tried to get comfy, but all I was doing was rubbing my breasts and pressing them harder into his arm. It was making my panties soaking and my core throbbing. I pressed my thighs together and held back moans.

'Oh God, Albert! Just fuck me already!' My mind screamed.

I kept my composure well. I disguised my moan with a throat clearing sound.

"How's that, s-sir," I breathed standing up right.

"Good. Very good, Lindsay," he said straightening my papers. "That's all I want from you. I will call you about your position."

"Ok. Thank you, sir," I said grabbing the cup and finishing the last of my coffee. "Where would you like me to put your cup?"

"Leave it on my desk. I'll get it. Thank you," he said holding his hand out to me.

I took it and shook it. My hand shake was limp and sweaty. His hand shake was firm and dry.

"You can call me, Albert," he said taking the hand sanitizer and squirted some in his palm and rubbing it in.

"May I have some?" I asked holding my palm out to him.

Albert squirted some in my hand and I too rubbed it in.

"Let me guess, sir is your dad?" I asked with a nervous laugh. "Alrighty then. Well thank you for your time."

I Left his office and went to the nearest restroom I could find.

I stepped inside. The room smelled like it was just cleaned. I ran to the last stall and locked the door. I pulled my skirt and panties down and sat on the toilet. I examined my panties. I had made them wet. Or he had me wet. I took my cheap toothbrush that had teeth indentions in it out of my thrift store purse, and put it between my teeth and bit down. I put my finger in my hole and took it out. Then I traced intense circles on my sensitive clit. I inhaled deeply through my nose and exhaled intensely. A moan came a little too loudly as my thighs squeezed together. I slammed my right palm on the wall behind me as my orgasm washed over me. I want to scream Albert's name but holding back my screams was troublesome. I breathed through my mouth in gasps. When I pulled my finger away, I was still feeling that intense orgasm.

"oh god," I whispered to myself, breathing hard. I took my toothbrush out of my mouth. Then I used the toilet. I wiped and flushed. I walked out and went to the sink to wash my hands. I washed my hands, feeling the hot water on my hands. I gotten the liquid soap and lather up my hands. I pretended it was Albert's cum all over my hands.

"Oh Albert, I seem to get your cum all over my hands," I giggled not caring if I was alone or not. Then I rinsed it off before I decided to rub it all over my body. Then I left.

**********

I unlocked my door and opened it. It still reeked of death, urine, and roach and rat feses. I kicked off my shoes and walked over to the bar that seperated the kitchenette from the livingroom/bedroom. I lit the strong vanilla scented candle to mask the disgusting smells. My apartment was disgusting but cheap. I could still see the chalk outline of the man that was shot and killed months ago. There was a dark brown almost black blood stain on the thread-bare carpet and faint pinkish red blood-splattered stains on the wall. I was still finding skull fragments in the carpet when I vacuum. I was embarrassed about having anyone come over but Ronnie. She was the one to help me find something cheap. I can't complain. I tried to make the money my dad gave me last. When it started running low, that was when I applied for working for Albert Wesker. He was nice, but kinda too serious.

I began strippping off my clothes and went tp soak in the tub.

My bathroom didn't smell any better. At least it was clean. As I was about to turn on the water, I found a huge rat scurrying back and forth. I sqeal in horror. I hated sharing my apartment with vermin. He was trapped and couldn't get out. I trapped him in a plastic shopping bag and flung him out of the bathroom window. I noticed the damn thing shit in my tub.

I grabbed my bathrobe and put it on. Then I went into the kitchen and gotten my deluted bleach and papertowls and began scrubbing my tub again. Then I sprayed some stuff in it to get rid of the bleach smell.

After that was done, I drew my bath water. The steam rose up engulfing the whole room in fog. I inhaled deeply through my nose. It didn't stink anymore. I checked the temperature. It was too hot. So I turned on the cold to equal it out. When the temperature was right, I took off my bathrobe and got in.

"Oh yes," I gasped feeling hot water making my whole body tingle. I slid my head underwater wetting my hair. I wish I had epsom salt or soaking in a bubble bath. I grabbed my body wash and washrag, lather it up and cleaned my self up. I decided to put a little extra body wash on my fingers and made slow soothing circles on my clit again. If I scream, at least I was in the privacy of my own bathroom instead of a public restroom.

Soon the fantasy gotten intense and slow circles became fast.

"OH GOD!! ALBERT!!!" I screamed as my orgasm washed over me. I slipped under the water, thrashing around. I screamed underwater, bubbles rising to the surface. Then my cum splattered on the wall. When I was done, I sat up gasping for air. I looked at the wall above the water spout. My cum dribbled down the wall. Then I took my washrag and wiped it off.

'Wow!!' I thought. 'What hold did this man had on me?'

There was a loud knock on my door. I jumped out of my tub, wrapped a towl around me, and ran to the door, crunching roaches dead as I ran. I opened the door a crack.

"Yes," I asked. Then I saw it was Albert. I opened the door forgetting I was in a towl.

"Would you like to come in?" I asked.

He stepped in. "I feel like I've been here before."

"There was murder here."

He saw the chalk outline of the body and the bloody stains on the wall and rug. As he walked further in, he crunched on roaches and stepped on a rat's tail. It started squealing.

"What the -?" He said lifting his boot up.

The rat scurried into a hole in the wall.

"Why do you live here? This place is disgusting."

"The rent is cheap and I'm kinda broke."

"Well Lindsay. I have some great news for you."

"I got the job?!" I asked excitedly.

"Yes. Maybe you can live somewhere better. This is the bad part of town."

"AAAAHHHH!!!!" I screamed, jumping up and down. My towl fell off. I hadn't noticed and I gave him a wet hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Albert! I love you!"

He put his hands on my back, rubbing my naked back. I didn't noticed he was smelling my hair or staring at my naked butt.

"Can you start tomorrow?" He asked.

"Yes! Yes. I'll be there bright and early," I said inhaling his cologn through my nose.

When I realized I was hugging him, I backed off. Then I noticed he was looking me up and down.

"What?" I asked. I looked down and saw that I was fully naked. "Oh my god. I am so sorry. I feel embarrassed now."

I had turned a deep shade of red and bent down to grab my towl and put it back on. I could feel the heat from my face. I looked down too embarrassed to look at him.

Albert cleared his throat and said, "I was just in the neighborhood."

"Well thank you. Sorry you had to see my naked body."

"Like I said, I want you to feel comfortable with me."

"I thought you would find me disgustingly fat."

"No. I find you to be very sweet and cute."

My eyes grew wide. I watched him leave my apartment. I was shocked.

**********

The next morning, I arrived half an hour early. I spent the first twenty minutes trying to find the S.T.A.R.S. office. I gotten turned around and lost. I actually wound up outside of the evidence room.

"Can I help you ma'am?"

"Hello. My name is Lindsay Mays. I am Mr. Wesker's secretary," I said, turning around. "And you are?"

"I'm Lieutenant Marvin Banaugh. I'll show you where the S.T.A.R.S. office is. So hard ass Wesker gotten himself a secretary, huh?"

I nodded. I followed him to where I had to go.

"At least you made it this far, Ms. Mays. Don't want you late on your first day, with Wesker. He can be late but he expects everyone else to be on time."

"Is he your boss to?" I asked.

"No. I answer to Chief Irons. He's the Big Cheese around here. Even Wesker has to answer to him."

As he lead me to the office, I asked, "was it Irons idea for Wesker to hire me?"

"I guess. Well Irons has a blond bombshell like Cindy for a secretary."

Before I knew it we were there.

"There's the breakroom and the S.T.A.R.S. office across right there. Good luck Ms. Mays. Hopefully Wesker will be a little nicer with you. That is HOPEFULLY."

"Thank you, Lieutenant Banaugh," I said as he began walking off.

I had some time to kill and went into the breakroom. I gotten two styrofoam cups full of coffee. It was strong and very bitter. As I stepped out of the breakroom there was pretty brunette in blue wearing a matching berette, a brunette guy in a green vest, a man with a red brown molet and sporting a blue vest over a sleeveless white shirt, and another man wearing a red durag.

"Hi. I'm Lindsay."

"Hi. I'm Chris Redfield. This is Jill Valentine, Joseph Frost, and Forest Speyer. By the way you're dressed, you're either a secretary or a receptionist."

"I'm a secretary for-"

"Maybe Marvin needs a secretary," Forest said putting his arm around my shoulders, spilling my coffee.

"Maybe she's Enrico's secretary," Joseph said pushing Forest's arm off and draping his his arm around my shoulders.

"No. I am Wesker's secretary," I said shrugging his arm off.

Everyone stared at me in shock.

"No offense, honey, but Wesker is a hard ass. He'll get fed up with you in a heart beat and give you the boot," Forest said.

"So I've heard," I said.

"Speak of the devil," Chris said.

I looked up to find Albert walking toward us.

"Are you harrassing my secretary?" Albert asked with a pissed off look.

"No, sir," Forest said backing up in fear.

Everyone knew to stay out of his way. They were afraid of him. He walked over to the office and unlocked the door.

"Get in cretins," he barked. The three men and Jill rushed in.

He turned to me with a bow, holding the door open for me and said, "after you, my dear."

I walked in and went straight to his office. I tried the door but it was locked. Albert strolled in. He glared at his team who just looked at him with utter fear.

"Did you had to wait long for me?"

"I gotten here half an hour early. I gotten lost on the way."

He chuckled and said, " yes this place can turn you around if you're not familiar."

He held the door open for me again. I stepped inside. I've gotten you some coffee from the breakroom."

"Through it way. I have my own. How can you drink that?"

"Like my grandpa used to say, 'strong coffee, good whiskey, and chewing tobacco will put hair on your chest'," I said with a nervous laugh.

He just stared at me and pointed to the trash can. I walked over to the trash can and threw both cups in. Albert walked over to his coffee pot and began making a pot. I didn't know why I threw my cup in there too. Maybe he was just brewing the whole pot for himself.

"Do you mind if I get some more coffee from the breakroom?"

"You'd rather drink that than the good stuff?"

"I thought that was your coffee, sir."

"I'm sharing my coffee with you, and my name is Albert."

My eyes went wide like I wanted to cry, and my bottom lip began to quiver. I walked over to Albert and threw my arms around his waist.

"Please don't give me the boot, Albert. Chris said you would if I made you mad. I love you!"

He wrapped his arm me tightly.

"Lindsay, baby. I am not going to fire you," He said pulling me off of him and bent down. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you, darling."

"Y-you're not?"

"No. You're too important to me. So be a good girl and go do some work and I'll make you a cup of coffee."

I nodded feeling some tears running down my cheeks, my mascara running. He took some tissues and wiped away my tears and fixed my mascara.

"Don't cry anymore, darling. It breaks my heart. Will you be alright?" He asked kissing me on the forehead.

I nodded.

He stood back up, and took some papers he had in his hand and playfully swatted my butt.

I smiled as I went to the table he had set up for me.

'That was a weird moment,' I thought to myself. He called me baby and darling, kissed me on my forehead, and playfully spanked my butt with his paperwork. 'Did he like me to?' I thought.

Albert walked over and turned on the desktop computer for me and gave me some stuff to type up for him. Then he walked over to the coffeepot and made two cups of coffee with his hazlenut creamer and splenda. He licked the spoon before he stirred my coffee with it again. He sat my cup on my table. He went to his desk and went to work.

I typed up the reports. Then I felt heat. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and caught him staring at me over the top of his sunglasses and his computer. When I turned to look at him he quickly flipped through his paperwork and typed on his computer to act like he was busy.

I turned back to my work again. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and caught him doing it again. I could had swore he was smirking. He seem kind of flirty. So tried to concentrate on my work and sipping my coffee. I tried to make it last in case that was all I was allowed to have.

A knock sounded on the door which caused me to jump. I looked up and saw him chuckling and shaking his head. I knew he saw me jump.

"Come in!" He called.

In came a hot blonde with big perky breasts in a tight button down top. At least three buttons undone to show them off. A tight short skirt to show off her round butt. She was tan and wore gaudy gold jewlery and bright make-up that made her look even sexier.

"Mr. Wesker, I have your team's assignments here," she said handing him manilla folders.

I watched them. I was feeling majorly jealous of her. He never once looked at her. He kept his attention on his computer screen. Or he wanted me to think that. He did after all kept his sunglasses on. I did notice he looked serious and annoyed.

"Thank you, Cindy. You may leave now." He still hadn't looked up.

I also noticed he didn't playfully swat at her butt like he did me.

"Yes sir." And she was gone.

As soon as the door closed, Albert walked over to my table half sat on the table half stood, His boot swaying. I could see his muscular juicy thigh. It made my heart pound in my ears. God, I wanted him.

"Are jealiou of her?"

"No," I lied. "You're single, you can do whatever you want."

"I don't like her. She's fake."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Fake breasts, fake butt, spray-on tan, ugly gaudy jewlery, loud make-up, bottle blonde hair. Just to name a few. So you shouldn't be jealous of her. I'll be right back. Will you be fine by yourself?"

I nodded, drinking my now cold coffee.

"Good," he said playfully swatting my arm.

I smiled. I think he had been flirting with me all morning long.

He left. Now I could finally get some work done. I figured he was a distraction. I snuck a peek through the blinds as he talked to his team then passed out their assignments. They looked them over quickly then left.

He had reentered his office. Albert bent down near my ear and said, "I'm back." I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he kissed it.

"Albert, you're my boss. We shouldn't be doing this," I said as he planted more kisses on my neck.

He stood straight up, leaving me wanting more. "We're alone now. Peace and quiet for at least an hour."

"Yeah." I was curious why he began kissing me.

"Sorry. I can't seem to control myself when I'm around you. Seeing you naked yesterday drove me wild. I wanted to fuck you right there."

I stared at him in shock.

"As soon as I gotten home I pleasured myself thinking about you."

I was still shell shock.

"Would you like to have some fun?"

I smirked at him and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

"You'll see." He took a large ring of keys out of his pocket and unlocked a locked drawer.

I couldn't see what he gotten out, but it sounded he was opening a box, and him scraping plastic on the box. Then I heard what sounded like the plastic crinkling and tearing apart.

I was becoming curious of what he was doing. I wanted to ask but decided against it. He had closed the box and locked the drawer back up.

Albert grabbed a uv light off the filing cabinet. He tapped my desk with his finger. I looked at him as he stood by the door. He made a 'follow me' gesture with his head.

I gotten up and followed him out the door. My heart began pounding and my stomach was doing cartwheels. I was feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

"Are you planning on pranking someone?" I asked nervously.

"No. I'm not going to tell you until we get there."

"It's a surprise?"

"Mmhm. Do you like surprises, darling?"

"Yes."

He took to the top floor where there wasn't a soul around. He stopped in front of a dusty door. Albert took his keys out to unlock it. I had noticed that something fell out of his pocket.

'What's this?' I thought to myself examining it. 'Oh my god! This is a condom! Is he planning to have sex with me?'

I hid it in my hands. He opened the door and lead me in then closed it behind us. I followed him to the back part. It looked like a store room. There was a double mattress lying on the floor. He took the uv light, turned it on and skimmed the mattress with it. It was covered what looked like cum.

He looked at me over his shoulder and said, "We're not the only ones that's been here."

He flipped the mattress over and checked it. It was dusty but at least it was clean. I looked down at it nervously. Then I looked at him in the dim light. Albert had turned the uv light off and place it on a crate, stacked against the wall along with his keys. Then he searched his pocket for the condom.

"Now where did I put it?"

"I got it," I said giving it to him.

"Thank you," he said giving me a kiss on the lips. "Take off your clothes and lay down."

I began to undress, feeling uncomfortable. I hid my breasts and my vagina with my arm and hand. He began unbuckling his belt, undoing the button and pulling his zipper down. Then he pulled his boxers and pants down.

I gasped at his size. 'Oh god! I want that in me so bad.'

"Lindsay, don't hide from me. I want your body and that tight little cunt of yours. I want you to want me as well."

"I want you to, Albert. I've wanted you since I met you. Which was yesterday."

I saw his dick. I hurried up and laid down on my back.

"I'm ready for you, Albert," I said bending my knees and spreading my legs wide.

He took off his fingerless gloves and placed them on a nearby crate. He then took the condom and tore into the wrapper. Then pulled out a rubber ring. He slowly pulled the ring down the shaft. Seeing how big he was made my core throb and made me wet.

"Oh Albert. Come here. I want you."

He let his pants and boxers fall. Then laid down on beside me. He put two fingers in my already wet pussy.

"How's that?"

"Oh Albert! You're going to make me cum!"

He smirked as he hit my G spot. When he took his fingers, he traced wet circles on my clit.

My eyes widen, then he stopped.

"Why did you stop, baby?" I asked disappointedly.

"I don't want you to cum yet."

He climbed on top of me, licking his fingers.

"Mmm. You taste so good. I want more."

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he gently inserted his dick into my desperate little pussy.

"Albert!" I said as he thrusted into me.

"Cum for me, darling," he whispered into my ear.

I kept up until he quickened his pace. I had my arms around his neck, moaning and breath. Then he put his hands under my butt cheeks and lifted me into his lap.

I could feel the sweat pouring down my body. This time I cummed. He did to. We looked into each other's.

"Oh god. You're so beautiful. I want you."

I smiled as we both laid down on the mattress together. I laid in his arms as close to him as I could.

"I want you to live with me. I don't want you to live in that god forsaken place anymore."

"We've only known each other since yesterday. I think you're moving a bit too fast," I said sitting up.

"I love you, Lindsay. I can't stand not being with you."

"I want to be with you to,"

He stood up, peeling off the condom, knotted it up, and threw it in a trash can with the other used condoms. He quickly gotten dressed and I did the same. I double checked to make sure my clothes weren't inside out. Then we left. We headed back to Albert's office before his team came back.

**********

When we were back in his office, he made coffee like nothing had happen.

"Want some more?" He asked. "Your coffee must be cold by now."

"Yes, please," I said handing him a nearly empty cup.

He took it and made me another cup.

"You are always welcomed. How did you like the sex?"

"It was hot. You fulfilled my fantasies. If I move in with you, will I get more of that?"

He smirked and nodded. Then we heard chatter.

Albert rolled his eyes and said, "there goes our peace and quiet."

To Be Cont.

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girlwithwolftatoo · 2 years ago

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Midnight pretenders

Pairings: Ray x F!Reader

Summary: Ray stops by a road restaurant back home, and finds out daddy issues are more common than expected.

Warnings: Age gap, nothing really sexy happening here

Words: 2534

A/N: I couldn't help but fall in love with that naughty mess Ray is. Yes, I'm aware of that *plot twist* but since in the film he never learns about it, I don't mention it here.

Across the road from the gas station was a diner whose flashing sign announced that it was twenty-four hours.

Ray consulted his watch, he'd been driving around all day with almost no rest, and hadn't noticed how hungry and exhausted he was until he laid eyes on the store. When he finished filling his vehicle's tank, he crossed the small stretch and parked at the road café, which he proceeded to enter.

Inside, there were at least three other customers scattered about, the place was unremarkable except that the music playing on the old speakers was in another language. Ray approached the bar, picked up a menu protected by a transparent plastic sheet and, not long after, a waitress appeared. As was usually the case in all roadside restaurants, she wore no uniform, just an apron from which hung a name tag, which Ray glanced at quickly; it was part of his nature, he had honed his skills in charming women so well that he did everything instinctively.

"Good evening, welcome," greeted the girl. He boasted of judging a woman's personality with very little information, and he almost never failed, and according to his extensive knowledge that young waitress fell into the category of miss shy: affable voice that she was clearly trained to mask, eyes that shunned the face of her interlocutor for fear of appearing insistent, voluptuous body that she surely did not consider attractive and struggled to hide....

In short: a sweet cherry that when would explode, would make a lot of fuss.

"Hey, how's it going?" he replied with a friendly smile, he didn't want to scare her after all.

"Can I offer you something to drink or do you need more time?"

"No, uh... (Y/N)" Ray squinted, fixing his eyes on the nametag to make sure he read her name right "I'd like a soda on the rocks and..." he pretended to reread the menu "What would you suggest for a meal?"

"Well..." he noticed that the girl was getting a little messed up as she reached into her apron pouch for her notebook "I guess it depends on what you like, something light like a sandwich or maybe, something more classic like some hot dogs..."

"Yeah, I think I'll have the hot dogs, what do they include?"

After the waitress took his order, Ray opted to remain seated at the counter, miss shy worked alone and efficiently, handing him a glass full of ice and the bottle of soda as she checked her notebook to make out the bill for one of the customers, and then peeked through the kitchen window to exchange words with the worker inside before going to clear the table that had just been vacated.

When the cook announced with a chime that the hot dogs were ready, the waitress almost skidded to grab the plate, and set it down in front of Ray with a warm smile.

"Do you need extra condiments, sir?"

"No, thank you, (Y/N), but I'd really like a beer," he gave her another smile as well, and then, as she returned with a bottle, he asked, "What's the music playing?"

"Oh, it's city pop... you know, Japanese pop from the eighties, I really like it."

He saw her blush, but she didn't immediately turn away or turn to do anything else. That was a good sign, and Ray took advantage of it.

"Really? I've never had the pleasure of listening to it, it's lovely."

"It's acquired tastes, my father listened to music from all over the world."

Ray's smile froze on his face. When the waitress turned to continue with her duties, as other customers who appeared to be truck drivers had arrived, the man thought about his disastrous night before, the mixed feelings hadn't managed to escape his chest despite his best efforts, despite Kiera's good intentions.

He had blown it, he thought as he took a long swig of his beer, he had looked like the huge idiot he was for simply sharing blood with the old man who, thank heavens, was now going to rot underground. The only difference was that he was careful not to leave neglected children out in the world.

His eyes went to the back of the store, where a jukebox rested. He rummaged in his pockets and found some coins, but as he got closer he noticed the small sign warning that the device was out of service. A little obfuscated, he returned to his seat in front of the bar.

The waitress was arguing on the phone with someone, Ray only managed to catch a few words, but he knew immediately that something was wrong because the girl hung up with an anxious expression that she could not hide at all when she went to him.

"Do you need anything else, sir?" she murmured.

"I'm fine, thank you... hey-" he added immediately with a worried gesture "is everything okay? Sorry, it's just..." he gestured with his head to the place from where she had been talking on the phone.

"No, it's nothing" she smiled, but it was a forced smile, one that concealed possibly wanting to cry. Ray cocked his head to one side, it was a gesture that he didn't know why, it worked wonders on women.

"Okay, sorry if I bothered you with..."

"No, no, please..."

The next few minutes it became obvious that something was affecting her, because she was working slower than before and anxiously checking her cell phone, with an expression that was gradually becoming more frustrated.

"(Y/N), the order!" the cook shouted to her, leaning out of the window after the waitress ignored the warning rings. The latter, saddened, took the tray and went to deliver the food with her head down, and after returning to the bar, she went to the laptop from which she controlled the music and it suddenly shut off.

Ray called her name a couple of times, and on the second time the girl came back to his side with a start.

"Excuse me, sir, what do you need?"

Her pretty lips, painted with just a bit of gloss, trembled slightly.

"Could you get me another beer, please?"

"Yes, sure..." she handed him another bottle, her hand also shaking "Here you go."

"Thank you. Sorry if I insist, are you sure everything's okay?" he asked gently. He looked straight at her, his hand gently caressed the bottle, he measured his movements so precisely that he knew he was assured of success. And so it was, the waitress snorted and finally abandoned the remnants of her social mask.

"It's silly, really...I must get a cab home because my dear Josh won't be able to get by me again."

He noticed immediately the bitterness in her voice, sincere, natural, and strangely appealing. Ray leaned a little over the bar, genuinely interested.

"Wow...you won't live too far from here, I hope?"

"About an hour's drive" the waitress twisted a smile "It's the problems of living in a town in the middle of nowhere, not a lot of job options."

"And this Josh, does he at least have an excuse?"

Another customer approached the counter to pay, and the girl interrupted their conversation to do her job, however as soon as she closed the register and dismissed the customer, she turned her attention to Ray.

"Well, she's had a lot of engagements lately, at different times and in different places..." she picked up Ray's empty plate, but held it in her hands "If I were honest with myself I'd think he was seeing someone else."

"Why would you think that?"

"Have you heard that thing about inexperienced women choosing guys who are like their fathers as boyfriends?" Ray tensed a little at those words "I guess it's like a tradition, men who have so much to do always find flings"

The sharp contrast between the jovial girl he encountered upon entering and the one complaining bitterly about what she considered her own mistake was fascinating, but not because of his tendency to internally qualify women and the secrets they might be hiding. She was talking out loud about something he understood perfectly.

"Anyway, my shift ends in half an hour, if I don't get transportation by then I'll have to sleep in the storage room or something... Oh, excuse me" she was back to her social mode again, he could see in her cheeks the embarrassment tinting them red "I think I spoke too much, didn't I? Do you need anything else?"

"Yes... do you happen to have some jazz on that laptop of yours?"

Ray saw other customers arrive and the person who should have been the young woman's relief, who was wringing her hands as she hung up her apron. The next thing he did was pushed not by his eternal pleasure of conquest, in fact, there was something more complicated in his heart.

"Hey, (Y/N)" he called to her "I don't think you should stay in the storage room...is it okay if I give you a ride?"

"Thanks, I'll... I'll be fine, don't worry."

"No, really... Look, I know what you're thinking, I'm a lot older than you and we've never met before, but I swear I'm not a creepy guy, seriously" Ray held up his hands with a serious gesture.

"I don't know...I mean, I wouldn't want to bother you..."

"Not at all, and if it makes you feel safe..." he opened his wallet and showed her his driver's license "This is me, see? I don't have anything weird to hide."

"Raymond..." muttered the girl.

"Just Ray, I've always been called that" he replied "I have a half brother named Raymond, so it's a little weird to hear my full name."

"You both have the same name?"

"Yeah, I had a rather peculiar father" Ray twisted his mouth as the waitress handed him back his license. "Anyway, if you accept my proposal, my car is the first one parked on the left."

Ray went to the restroom, and as he exited the premises he found the girl leaning against his car, her hands stuffed in the pockets of a thin red sweater. He advanced toward her with a strange excitement in his chest, and she greeted him with a nod of her head.

"Where are we going then?" asked Ray as he started the car. His companion had chosen the back seat, and he guessed that the hand still inside her sweater must be clutching some object of self-defense. He couldn't imagine under what conditions someone who dared to work in the middle of the road might suspect she needed to protect herself, but he didn't judge her.

"By the forty-fifth" she replied "You'll see a side road going into a town, you can drop me off there."

"As you please" Ray began to drive, he wasn't straying far from his own route, however it was the last thing he cared about. Maybe he could sweeten his passenger's ear, he'd seen a motel up the road a little ways down the road... but the words that came out of his mouth were ones even he didn't think he'd say, "I buried my father yesterday. Literally, my half-brothers and I had to dig his grave."

He noticed in the rearview mirror that the girl raised her head, curious.

"Why, I mean...why did you guys dig?"

"Because the old man wanted to screw us one last time" he blurted out "He made sure to screw us even while he was dead, you can't imagine how terrible he was in life but...that might give you an idea"

"Well... calling his children exactly the same sounds like a lousy joke" she agreed.

"His whole life he lived it like he was a comedian, fooled as many people as he could"

"Oh, I can imagine" suddenly jumped the waitress "A charming man out of the house, and inside a pain in the ass."

"Yes... yes! Just like that!"

"My father was the same way, I mean...I didn't realize it until I was about eleven or twelve. He loved to drink, sometimes he'd stay home because the hangover turned him to shit."

"One time the old man pawned my trumpet, I don't even remember why."

"Mine missed my birthday because he preferred to go on a vacation with his siblings, and when he came back he handed me a stupid T-shirt as a present"

"Sorry, what happened with your mother? I mean, how did she deal with him?"

"Deal?" she snorted "She was fed up, the first infidelity she forgave him because I was so little and she was afraid what a divorce would get to me, but when he did it the second time... God, she broke a glass over his head and he didn't dare press charges, at least he had the decency to bugger off afterwards, but my college savings disappeared during the time my mother had to get a new job to support both of us. We eventually had to move into an apartment, and now I'm trying to get my money back at this silly restaurant."

"At least she sent him to hell" Ray replied, nostalgic. There was a moment of silence, one that wasn't awkward but felt the same as when the dust slowly settles after a gale, the calm that succeeds the storm.

"Ray...do you hate your father?"

The question took him by surprise. Yes, he hated him, hated everything about him with the exception of Raymond, knowing he was finally dead should fill him with joy, but it wasn't, something was making him extremely uncomfortable and he couldn't figure out what.

"I don't know, (Y/N)" he agreed, dejected. He saw her nod a little.

"Yeah... I can't seem to hate him either. He wasn't an exemplary father, but there are memories that almost make me feel happy."

"Like music?" he asked.

"Yeah, like music."

Ray noticed a movement behind his back, and found then that (Y/N) had moved into the passenger seat, tugging the hem of her dress demurely, and the two looked at each other briefly. A smile appeared on the girl's lips, the most genuine one she had presented so far, and the man noticed his heart flip.

"Have you heard Tomoko Aran?" she asked, pulling out her cell phone.

"Maybe at the restaurant" Ray replied, playfully. He heard her emit an indulgent chuckle.

"If you didn't get tired, I'd like to show you some of her."

"Go ahead."

As a soft female voice emerged from the speakers, Ray thought back to everything that had happened to him the day before. His beloved music had gotten muddy, but now he could clean it up again, give it good memories, all he needed was to ask (Y/N) if she knew this or that artist, and if she didn't mind if he visited her back at the restaurant, maybe he'd ask her out when she finally dumped Josh properly.

Everytime I wish monopolize your love

Yukusaki tsunegai tabibito

Everytime I wish that you would be mine

Anata no subete ga hoshii no

#raymond and ray #ethan hawke #ray x reader #raymond and ray fanfiction #ethan hawke fanfiction #ethan hawke x reader

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(Not So) Casual Friday

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,456 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch (it's not a main component but he very much has the tummy here), Pining, Accidentally admitting attraction, Embarrassment, A little angst, Oral sex, Protected sex Summary: Your best friend Derek finds out about your feelings for Hotch and teases you mercilessly. You can manage it, though, until the first ever Casual Friday, when Hotch shows up to work in a black polo and jeans and you kind of ruin everything. Or maybe you don't? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Okay, girlie, today’s the day,” Derek says when you set your bag and coffee cup on your desk on Monday morning. You shoot your best friend a tired smile and wonder for the—you’ve worked at the BAU for almost two years, so it’s probably the 500th time—for the 500th time why he has to be such a morning person when you would prefer not to have a conversation until at least 10 AM.

“Today’s the day for what?” you sigh, asking out of obligation, because it’s obvious that’s what he’s waiting for; he smiles, picks up your coffee and hands it to you, which must mean you sound bitchy. You take a grateful sip, close your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“For you to admit to me that you’re in love with Hotch.”

You spit out your coffee—only all over yourself, which is great, wouldn’t want to inconvenience Derek at all—and then cough so hard he has to thump on your back to help clear your airway.

It draws some attention; Hotch comes out of his office, takes a look at the two of you and probably regrets hiring the both of you, then walks down the stairs to make sure you’re okay.

“What happened? You’re wet,” he says a bit gruffly, looking at the coffee all over your chest and sleeves. You glare over at Derek, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“Derek made me spill my coffee.” You grab a handful of tissues off your desk and pat at the wet spot, trying to soak up the worst of it, but it’s not salvageable. You’ll have to change your shirt.

“And then you… choked on it?” Hotch asks, to clarify. Derek does laugh at that; the things Hotch is saying happen to have dual meanings, slightly sexual, and now that Derek knows—thinks he knows—about your thing for Hotch, it’s clear he finds it all so hilarious. He’s a twelve year old boy in a grown man’s body.

“Okay, I didn’t spill, I spit,” you correct, looking up at them, and Derek makes an exaggerated face of disapproval.

“Should have swallowed,” he says, trying to sound serious, and you shoot him an irritated look and reach out to slap him in the chest. Asshole.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Hotch’s expression is kind, sweet, but you’d sooner die than have him blot coffee off of your boobs. It would be mortifying, especially in front of Derek.

“No, no, I think I’m okay. Thanks,” you add with a soft smile, and then you reach up and pull your sweater over your head, unzip your go bag, and search for another top.

For some reason, Hotch has a coughing fit scarily similar to the one you just had, and you turn to pat his back like Derek did for you.

“Are you alright?” you ask, looking up into his face, and he nods despite his watering eyes.

“Fine,” he croaks, and he leaves as quickly as he came. You sigh, because it’s not even nine and your day has already been so weird.

You’re wearing a tank top, and thankfully the coffee didn’t get through to that layer, so it’s quick and easy to throw another lightweight sweater over top of it; you ball up the wet one, shove it in the dirty clothes portion of your bag, zip it up and stash it under your desk. Derek looks like he’s having the best day of his life.

“You realize you just undressed in front of Hotch,” he says with a tone you don’t appreciate. You roll your eyes.

“I did not. I had a tank top on underneath.” You almost always wear an undershirt, because you’ve been a cop long enough to know that sometimes your clothes get torn or messed up in the line of duty, and you’re not trying to offer a free show while taking down an unsub. Derek wiggles his eyebrows, points at your chest.

“Yeah, one that put those little boobies on display. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character.” This time, you punch him in the arm, hard. It’s too goddamn early for this.

“Can you please shut up already? I don’t have a thing for Hotch.”

“Ah, I didn’t say you had a thing, I said you’re in love with him. And I have evidence; lots of it.” You tip your head back, groan, wondering what you did to deserve a best friend who is also such a pain in the ass, and it’s that moment that Hotch chooses to rejoin you; he looks a little flushed, probably from the coughing earlier.

“Uh. We have a case; I know not everyone is here yet, but you can head up to the briefing room, I’ll grab the others when they arrive.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you say easily, grabbing your tablet and what’s left of your coffee; you gesture for Derek and he follows, laughing and shaking his head. “Okay, what is it now? I’m so glad you find me entertaining today.”

“‘Sure thing, sir,’” he says with a high, breathy voice you assume is supposed to mimic yours. “You want his dick so bad.” You narrow your eyes at him as you head upstairs.

“Uh, because I was being respectful? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, the world’s biggest asshole, but you don’t have to read anything into it.” You take your usual seats at the table, pull up the note-taking app on your tablet, and Derek sits back, crosses his arms behind his head.

“Well you’re not calling me ‘sir’, and I’m the sexiest piece in the office, so it’s hard not to read into it.” You look over at him, elbow on the table, chin in the palm of your hand.

“Sexy is subjective, and you don’t do it for me, sorry to break it to you.” He scoffs, laughs, and you laugh too because you both know you see each other as brother and sister, buddies, and fellow former cops, and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah, I get it, only Hotch does it for you; he’s not my type, but I can see how a young lady like yourself could be drawn to his brooding exterior.”

“I’m not drawn to his exterior!” you practically growl, and then you’re joined by Spencer and JJ.

“Good morning. What’s going on with you two?” JJ asks, loading up the monitors for the debriefing, her eyebrows raised.

“She’s in love with Hotch,” Derek says completely nonchalantly, and you rest your head on the table, on top of your forearms, and sigh.

“She’s what?” JJ’s whole face lights up, and you seriously regret everything.

“I’m not in love with anybody!” you mumble against your arms, and then you sit up, because you’re clearly going to have to defend yourself. “And I’d appreciate it if you quit saying that I am.”

“I told you I have evidence,” Derek reminds you, leaning back in his chair a little. One swift kick would have him toppling ass over tea kettle, but you’re too nice, even when he’s actively trying to ruin your life. “Shall I go over it while we wait?”

“I’ll be an objective third party,” Spencer says with a brief smile, and you sigh, wave your hand toward Derek.

“Alright, let’s hear it. I’m sure I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for whatever evidence you might think you have.” He grins like this is the moment he’s been waiting for, and you feel a little stupid for encouraging this.

“For one, you always look at him. When I’m delivering a profile, I notice you watching the locals, making sure they understand what we’re going over, since you're the queen of analyzing the micro expressions. But when Hotch is delivering a profile, your eyes are on him the whole time. Same goes for discussing theories on the jet; anyone else, and you’ve got your face in your tablet, scribbling notes, but you always look at him when he speaks.”

Your cheeks get hot. He’s a captivating speaker, is all, with that deep, velvety voice, and you can learn a lot from him, so you pay attention. That’s just being smart.

“Second, you tense when he gets close to you: not like you don’t want him to touch you, but like you’re halfway to jumping him already and trying to control it. I could probably put my hand in your pocket and you wouldn't even flinch, but if he leans over you to point at something you look like you’re about to cream your pants.”

“I have seen that, actually,” JJ offers, and you look over at her, betrayed. Sure, you get a whiff of his clean, crisp cologne, or feel the heat of him at your back, and your body reacts, reminds you that this is your boss and you’re at work and you can’t get turned on by the way he smells, but that’s actually a good thing, not an indicator of feelings or anything.

“Third, there’s something up with you and the gray suits. I can literally tell that he’s wearing one before I even see him, all because of the look on your face. It’s like you’re drunk on the gray suit.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you say with a roll of your eyes—the gray suits are god tier, but there’s no way you’re that obvious—but it’s Spencer who speaks up, this time.

“You know, I have noticed that. Your pupils tend to be more dilated when his suit is gray or blue than when it’s black.” Fuck. You sigh.

“He barely ever wears the blue. It looks so good on him,” you murmur, and then you snap your eyes shut, cover your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“To be fair, we are profilers,” Derek says, leaning in to pat your back. “But also to be fair, he’s been a profiler longer than any of us, so if we know, he definitely knows.”

“Not helping, Derek,” you grind out, and then you’re joined by the rest of the team. Penelope takes the seat next to you, leans in with a worried tone of voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“She’s having a small crisis, but she’ll be fine,” JJ says with a smile, and you don’t miss the way Hotch looks you over when she says it, concern in his eyes. “Alright, so we’re headed to Arkansas…”

Later that morning, when you’ve been given your instructions—yours are heading to the crime scene with Emily and Derek—Hotch pulls you out into the hall, rests a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you alright? JJ mentioned you were having a crisis earlier. This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone, and I wanted to check on you.” You take a deep breath, look up at him, so handsome in a black suit, white shirt, green tie—he almost never wears a green tie, and you absently think it brings out the more golden tones of his eyes—and smile softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s really nothing. Personal stuff, and I’m dealing with it.” If by ‘dealing with it’ you mean you’ve been repressing it, shoving it down day in and day out until your feelings are choking you, then yeah, you’re dealing with it. “Thanks for checking, though, that’s kind of you.”

“Of course. I’m here to help in any way I can, if you need me.” Good god, do you need him, emotionally, physically, but that’s fantasy, and this, what he’s offering, is rooted in reality. Good things do happen, but not to you.

“Thanks.” Your voice is weak to your own ears, and he swallows, nods; you see Derek hovering by the door, waiting for you, and you pull away to join him, plastering a smile on your face. You don’t talk about it again until Friday, and at that point it’s extremely unavoidable.

It’s Casual Friday, newly implemented by the bureau as a way to boost morale, and while it doesn’t really excite you, because you’re fairly casual anyway, others take full advantage of it. Others, including Hotch.

He shows up to work wearing a black polo and dark jeans, his usual watch. It’s easily the most simplistic, basic outfit a man could decide to wear on Casual Friday, but this isn’t just a man, it’s Aaron fucking Hotchner, and so naturally, you lose your damn mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn polo didn’t fit him perfectly, tight across his shoulders and chest and the little tummy he has that makes you want to be under him so badly, your stomachs pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly, his strong thighs working against yours…

“Hello, are you alive in there?” Emily asks, waving her hand in front of your face; the two of you, along with Derek, are in Penelope’s office for lunch while Rossi, Reid, and JJ are out of the office for a seminar. You blink, shake away your thoughts and hope and pray they don’t come back—but they’ll come back, they always do.

“She’s just short circuiting because of Hotch’s Casual Friday look,” Morgan says with a wink, sitting backward in his seat. “She’s been drooling so much I’ve had to follow her around with a mop to clean up after her.” You push your wheeled chair away from them with a groan, needing space and air and, potentially, a brain transplant. You’ve gotten nothing done all day long.

“Can you blame me? The man comes in here everyday, buttoned up tight, looking incredible in a suit and tie, and then he shows up in that black polo, all snug and hot and delicious, and you expect me not to freak out? You guys are lucky I didn’t pass out.” You’re met with silence, and you blink, confused, at your friends, but they’re all just kind of staring with looks of barely concealed humor. “What? It’s not like it’s a secret that I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Pretty sure it was a secret to him,” Penelope says, looking shocked, and you whip around in your chair to see Hotch standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and a little flushed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I, uh—” He raises a hand, waves you off.

“It’s okay. No harm done; thank you, for the, uh. Compliment.” He steps forward, hands a manila folder to Penelope. “Thanks for taking care of these,” he says softly, and then, unsurprisingly, he gets the hell out of there. You wish you could disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter when he’s gone, leaning forward with your head in your hands. “That’s it, I’m quitting. It’s been nice knowing you guys.”

“Okay, don’t be dramatic,” Derek says, and you look up to glare at him; he’s the one that started all this in the first place. You were fine, feelings tamped down and suppressed, until he brought it up and then told everyone you know.

“Don’t tell me not to be dramatic, Derek! This is all your fault. You never respect my boundaries, you never know when to just let me be, you always have to pick and pick until you wear me down. Maybe I had a reason for wanting to keep my feelings private, did you ever think of that?”

“I know you're upset,” Emily begins softly, because there’s some pretty thick tension between you and Derek now, but you stand up, push your chair across the room, and shake your head.

“I’m not upset, I’m fucking humiliated. I’m going home; let him know I’m sick, will you?” You exhale deeply, storm upstairs and grab your stuff and drive home with tears in your eyes. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your life, and add that to the absolute heartbreak you’re feeling? You’re just happy you make it to your apartment, so you can break down with cheesecake and a sappy, romantic comedy with a happy ending: those perfect, fictional worlds are pretty much the only place one is guaranteed. You are, as planned, hunkered down on the sofa in your softest pajamas, watching You’ve Got Mail and eating the center out of an entire cheesecake with a spoon when there’s a knock at your door. You groan, pick up your cheesecake tin, and walk over to it, fully expecting it to be Derek come to beg for forgiveness for ruining your life, so it’s no surprise you drop your dessert on the floor when it’s actually Hotch on the other side.

He looks down at the tin, then up at your face, cracks the barest hint of a smile.

“I thought you were sick; I brought soup,” he says, holding up a paper bag, and your heart thumps in your chest. You wipe a hand over your face, because you haven’t been exactly neat in your heartache cheesecake consumption, and then you kick the tin across the floor and invite him in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought it was obvious that I wasn’t actually sick, just… really embarrassed,” you say when he turns back to look at you. “I can’t believe you heard all that stuff I said… I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You take the bag from his hand and invite him to follow you into the kitchen, where you set it on the counter, lean against it. He comes close, but not so close you can’t function, which is good; your comfy pajamas are shorts and a loose tank top, so you feel a little exposed already.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he says softly, and you frown, must have heard him wrong. He presses his fingertips against the counter, as if for support. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was… unexpected,” he explains, “very unexpected, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

You flush hot, and you can feel the bad decision part of your brain switching on, warning bells ringing in your head.

Whatever you do next has the potential to be extremely stupid, and you would like to avoid that at all costs; you love your job, after all, despite how physically and emotionally exhausting it can be, and you love your team. Time to think with your upstairs brain only.

“That makes me feel a little better,” you say truthfully, and despite the pep talk you just gave yourself, you move closer to him like there’s an invisible magnetic force between you; you would imagine a guy like Hotch would step back, keep his distance, but he only cranes his neck a little so he can look down at you more easily.

God, he’s tall. And he smells good, and his face is perfect, and that goddamn polo...

“Good, I’m glad. I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m not uncomfortable, it’s not… it’s not unwanted.” You swallow audibly, looking up at him, wondering if he knows what he’s saying, what it sounds like.

“It’s not?” you ask, and it comes out breathy; he takes a small step closer to you, brushes his fingers over your arm, peers into your eyes.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking of you, too; I know you know you’re beautiful, but you’re also so smart, and strong-willed, and a force to be reckoned with. I’m proud to have you on my team, and I’d be proud… to have you climb me like a tree.” He smiles again, just the barest hint of one, and you put your arms around him and pull him closer for a kiss.

One long, slow, perfect kiss turns into another, then another, and he presses your back against the counter, his hands on your face and your hands on his thick waist; you hum into the kiss, revel in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping past them, and when you pull back for air it feels like there’s only one question that needs to be asked.

“Bedroom?” you breathe, and he nods, and you take his hand and pull him in that direction, pausing to kiss him several times before you get there. “You don’t happen to have a condom, do you?” you ask, breathless, guiding him to the bed, and he frowns, shakes his head.

“I didn’t want to seem presumptuous.” You grin at that, lean forward and kiss him, your fingers in his hair.

“I find it so hot that you even say presumptuous. I might have one here somewhere.” You open your nightstand, move around books and toys until you find a couple; you flip them over, checking to see if they’re expired, and offer him a couple options. “They’re still good, surprisingly. You can, uh. Choose the one that would work best.”

He looks them over, picks one and hands back the rest, and you throw them back in the drawer and slide into his lap, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, holding your waist as you look down at him, completely in awe that this is happening. “But I want to clarify: if you’re looking for something casual, I don’t think we should go any further.” You inhale softly, surprised by his straightforwardness, and you lean in, kiss him slowly.

“I don’t want casual. I want to be with you.” His eyes are so brilliant, dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and he nods, presses his lips to yours and slides his hands beneath your top, guides it over your head. Then they move to your shorts, slipping them gently off your hips, and you stand so he can push them to the ground.

You’re both breathing heavily, a little rough, and you step between his legs, kiss him again, run your hands down his chest, closing your eyes with a sigh because you finally get to feel him after a year of just imagining what it would be like. After a beat, you open your eyes, look into his, smile.

“Really grateful for Casual Friday,” you whisper. “Otherwise you might never have found out I’m kind of in love with you.” You ease the polo over his head, drop it on the ground and encourage him to stand so you can take off his pants; he does, but before you can drop to your knees as planned, he takes your face in his hands, presses one soft kiss against your mouth.

“I’m more than kind of in love with you.” Oh, if that isn’t the greatest sentence your ears have ever heard… You wrap your arms around his neck, kiss a little more, forgetting that you planned to finish undressing him; when you remember, you make quick work of it, then have him lay back against the bed and settle between his legs.

You put your mouth on him because you want to, more than anything, and his hand drops to your hair, caressing you while you suck slowly, deeply, holding him with one hand and pressing against his stomach with the other. His moans are soft and gorgeous, his body tense beneath your hand, and you’d do this all night, but he murmurs your name, coaxes you up, puts his hands on your back as you settle against him.

“You’re so incredible. I never would have imagined I’d get this, get you,” he breathes, skimming his hands over your sides and hips, and you kiss softly, steamy and sweet.

“Me neither.” You lean up, make space for him to roll on the condom, and then press him inside; your breath hitches, and so does his, and you lay on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, arms around each other tightly while you move. “Hmm. Aaron,” you sigh, hair falling around him, and he groans, digs his fingertips into your hips.

“Sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth.” You smile, but it slips away when he surges up to kiss you, leans up so he’s sitting with you in his lap. He slides a broad hand up your back, wraps it around the nape of your neck, and pumps his hips up as you sink down, eliciting a series of soft, eager moans from the both of you.

“Feels like I’ve waited so long; I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I wanted you,” you tell him, chest heaving, and he brings you to him for a kiss, something a little rougher, less refined. He’s getting close.

“Never. You make me feel so much.” You reach back against his leg for support, work harder to bring him off, and when he comes he crushes his mouth against yours, delicious and more uncontrolled than you’ve ever seen him. He chants your name, so soft and sweet rolling off of his tongue, and then gets you on your back so he can press deeply inside.

You feel so incredibly full, panting beneath him, your hands on his waist and your feet on the backs of his thighs; his perfect face is inches from yours, all shallow breaths and decadent, passionate kisses, and when you climax you pull him closer, sigh, unravel completely in his embrace.

Maybe good things do happen after all. You hold each other and talk for a while, after a quick pitstop to the restroom, and then your stomach growls—understandably, since the only thing to fill it since lunch was that stupid cheesecake—and Hotch orders takeout on his phone from bed; god bless technology.

There’s a knock at the door twenty minutes later, and you know that’s quick for your favorite Thai place, but you’re not complaining because you’re officially starving. He offers to grab it, throws on his boxers and heads for the living room; after a few minutes, you wonder what’s taking so long, pull on your robe and go to check on him.

Hotch is talking to Derek, who is standing in your living room with a piece of cheesecake and a shit eating grin.

“I came with a peace offering, but now I think I’ll wait for a, ‘Thank you, Derek,’” he says, and you roll your eyes, stalk over and take the cheesecake out of his hands. You give it to Hotch, lean up to kiss Derek on the cheek, and push him toward the door.

“Thank you, Derek. Go away, Derek,” you say with a smile of your own, and he raises his palms and retreats down the hall, laughing as he goes.

This is just one more thing he’ll tease you mercilessly about, but this time the benefits outweigh the costs. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner

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jarofstyles · 4 years ago

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Can you guys do a cowboy h check in since we got the snl pics!!! Hopefully some smut... please

Yes 😎 - D

“Fuck me.”

Y/N felt hot. There was no other way to describe it. Nothing got her going more than seeing her man out at work.

While Harry did tend to work a lot with the business aspect of the ranch now, he always filled in duties and when it meant working the field and herding the cows, that was no exception. Today though, it was lifting and putting the bales of hay up into the loft with a few of the ranch hands and Matt.

Her eyes were glazed as she sat on the fence, petting one of their older mates who wanted some attention. Harry always looked good, of course. But there was something about him taking off his flannel after hauling heavy stacks of hay up to the loft, sweat dripping down his face and body as he wiped it with the dry bit of his shirt that had him going.

A throb in between her thighs, watching as he leaned his head back and let the cool breeze wash over his body as he finally got a moment to rest. Her mouth watered as she watched his sweat damp hair be finger combed out of his face, a smile on his flushed cheeks as he laughed at some sort of joke being told. The bottle of water in her bag was the perfect excuse to get a better look.

Harry was hot and a bit out of it from the heat he raised, only realizing his pretty girl was coming over when the wind caught a bit of her sweet cherry blossom scent and waved it over. He could recognize it anywhere.

“‘Scuse me. Got to go see what my woman needs.” He murmured, getting a pat on the back as he walked towards the girl. She wore a blue checked sundress today, actually buying into the country look- and god if it didn’t get to him. “There y’are, gorgeous. What are you doin’ out here?” He asked as he approached. She had a bit of a look on her face though, almost like she was drunk? That had him a bit confused.

“Was just walking around. Saying hi to Cinnamon.” She nodded over to the mare. “Was gonna bring yoh a water cause....” her eyes dropped down his body, taking in the droplets of sweat and making her tongue wet. “Y’look like you need it.”

Sometimes he could be oblivious, Harry. He wasn’t unaware of the fact he was attractive. It just wasn’t in the forefront of his mind. It drove her absolutely mad. She felt... he had to know what he was doing. When he took off the cap and dropped his head back, drinking the water up quick and messy, greedy, she almost moaned. The water dripped down his slick chin and her poor cunt... her clit was already swelling and needy, her body soft and ready for the taking. He needed to touch her.

The water was finished and it was sure to say, so was she. Harry watched in a bit of confusion as she approached further, wanting to warm her that he was sweaty and probably not a joy to touch. But his mouth seemed to dry right back up as he watched her glazed over eyes and her hand grab his belt buckle, coming to rest her other hand on his slightly sticky chest.

“Do you know how insane you make me?” She whispered coyly. Their bodies shielded by the truck, she pushed for him to lean against it. “When y’walk around and look the way you do? When you.... sit there and look so fucking sexy doing all that hard work?” She asked, looking nearly frustrated now. Her hand left his belt and tugged his hand between her legs.

“Feel.” She pressed it up against the damp fabric. His mouth dropped open, brows shooting up in surprise after her behavior. They’d been adventurous before and all that. But he was completely taken off guard by her risky move. They’d talked about it but... seeing it happen in practice was something else.

He curled his fingers against the fabric feeling as it was soaked through and hot to the touch. “Did you....” he swallowed, dropping his voice. “Did you get this wet just from watching me work?” His question received a whimpered nod, hips moving slowly against his hand. It was quite a victory for him. He hasn’t done a thing and he had his girl worked up to bits.

His own cock began to thicken at the mere idea of it all. Her leaning against the fence and watching him, thinking about how he got just as sweaty during their more intense sex and how she was probably wanting to bite him.

“Mhm. Yes sir.” She whispered a “just... look so good like that. It’s so sexy when you get all sweaty m’your working, all your muscle and your scruff.... and you fucked me so, so good last night.... I wanted more.” She pressed a peck to the middle of his chest before laying her tongue flat. Licking the slightly salty skin, dragging it up to his neck and ending with a bite on the smooth expanse of it.

Harry groaned, his hand closing around her hair and taking it in a makeshift ponytail. He was about to crash his mouth back on to hers when he heard a call.

“We’re showering and heading to the bar. Meet you there?” It was Matt, and Harry could hear pickup’s starting.

“Yeah. See y’there!” He managed to keep his voice steady as he felt y/n’s mouth lick up behind his ear, his hand working between her legs on its own now and her nails digging slightly into his chest as she pressed herself into him.

As soon as he watched the last of the men roll away? He was tired of waiting. Opening the backseat of his truck, he climbed up and lifted her up with him. Manhandling her and making her straddle his lap.

She giggled, hands going for his belt and trying her best to yank it off before the zipper of his jeans was down.

“Need it. Need you to be inside of me, H. You’re so... fucking hot.” She whimpered, not even taking a moment to take off her panties. As soon as he was fished out of his pants, she began to rub the tip through her folds, tugging the fabric to the side.

“Just can’t help it, can you?” Harry laughed lowly as he felt her hot pussy against his cock. Being dragged through it and feeling it slick him up, it was heavenly. But not as much as when she sank down on him with little warning.

“Oh, fuck me” he moaned, leaning his head back against the glass of the window. The door was still open. It was sundown, meaning everyone was either gone or not in this barn, and he was thankful for it- though he truly wouldn’t give a fuck right now. Not when he was balls deep in his woman.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she rolled her hips. So full, so fucking deep and she was feeling what she had been craving. “Yes, yeah. This is what I needed, sir. Needed this thick fucking cock inside of me again. Once a day isn’t enough.” She was on a quite horny streak lately but he couldn’t ever complain about that. Instead, he smirked, sliding his hands under her dress and take control of her ass.

“Mm. I know it is, my dirty girl. I spend all day riding... and now you’re gonna be my pretty baby and ride me?” He cooed. “S’what I thought. Such a sweet cunt, swallows me up and let’s me stretch it out... go on.” He smacked her ass. “Let’s see it bounce.”

Harry when she rode him was something out of a book. She swore it. The attractive arrogance, the way he made her want to work for it and the pure, smug satisfaction he got from it only made her want to prove even more to him. The easy smirk he had on his face, the pleasure he would show he felt, it spurred her on to give him what he needed to fall apart.

She whined, breath hitching as she lifted up to slide back down. Both of them moaned at the feeling, their indecent act being covered by her dress skirt but the danger and thrill was still there. Open car door in the middle of the barn lot. The slick sound of her pussy sliding up and down on his length, their shuddery breaths and moans.

“That’s my good girl, darlin’. Take what you need from me. Ride me. Feels so good to be swallowed up by you.” He exhaled, watching her face as her mouth dropped open in pleasure. Going in and out of her, the little squelch of her slickness costing him and making the job easier. “Have such a greedy pussy.” He kissed her deep, murmuring against her mouth.

“Better believe it’s all mine. Property of H. Hm? My girl’s perfect pussy... and this ass.” He raised one brow and slipped his thumb between the cheeks, making the strangled moan escape her. “Mhm. No one knows my beautiful girl is so utterly filthy. S’why I love her so much.” He pressed the thumb into the rim, making her thighs shake a bit.

“Yeah.... see, that’s it. This is it. You’re riding me in the lot because you got all wet while I worked. Imagine what the people would say? Knowing that you’re a greedy, dirty girl? Wants the most filthy and indecent things.” He watched her as she nodded, leaning her forehead against his.

She was dirty. Y/N was a slut, she would say, but only for Harry. She loved being touched and fucked and used by him. He managed to check every one of her boxes and she was in love with him... so there was no reason not to be her filthiest self with him. It got her off though. Knowing Harry knew these things and got to be the one to experience them. His finger in her ass paired with the need and fullness she felt had her approaching her breaking point.

“Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard, Sir. Please? Please, please. Can I?” She begged, fingers grabbing his wet hair as she began to fuck herself harder on his cock. The filthy sounds and the heat was getting to the both of them, her thighs sweaty and he could feel it on him. Their skin sticky and her cunt dripping around him, their appeal for both of them was getting to the end.

“Mhm. The first time.” He earned, eyes dark and full of promise. She had awoken the monster bit of him that was ready to go for a few rounds. “Cum for me.” Car sex hadn’t ever been so good. Not with her whimpers and tugging at his hair, this thumb in her ass and her cunt clenching up, sucking him over and over until- she came.

A squeal. She let out the most adorable, sexy squeal as her whole body shook. His jeans wet with her arousal, he held her down on his length as she rocked back and forth frantically to work herself through it, clit getting it’s friction and his thumb pressing in further to make her drop her head.

“Yes! Please please.... oh my god. M’cumming.” Her voice broke as she soaked him, clutching him and her cunt clenching up and keeping him locked in place. Having her sitting on him like this and shivering at the pleasure pulsing through her body only spurred him on more.

This was just the begging.

His hand worked down her back, kissing all over her head as he let her ride it out. It had taken everything in him not to cum the first time, just watching his girl bounce and her tits right in his face- but he had plans for her.

“There she is. My beautiful, good girl. Feels so good... did such an amazing job.” He soothed, letting her catch her breath. As soon as she calmed slightly, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, tongue messily brushing hers and letting her feel his passion for her.

“Now.... want you over the hood of the pickup.”

#blurb #smut blurb #smut ask #cowbrry #cowboy!harry #ranchrry #rancher!harry #ranch #home on the range #cowboyh!blurb

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xtinyaurora · 4 years ago

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Oh my gosh thank you for doing my ask. Reading Seonghwaart was soooo satisfying. Can you do y/n doesn't believe that they're sexually attractive, so Ateez proves to them that they are (sexually). Please and thank you 😊 ☺ ❤

Ateez reaction: Their Y/N doesn’t believe that they’re {sexually} attractive

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut & fluff

➼ pairing: Ateez x female!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, spanking, mentions of scars & stretch marks, pet names, daddy kink / sie kink, nudes, reader kinda puts themself down, anal sex, chocking, oral sex, breeding kink (?)...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby, so read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: I hope I wrote this the way you wanted... Also, if anyone’s interested in a male version, let me know! All gif credits go to their owners!

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Park Seonghwa

You were standing Infront of the mirror, looking at your naked body, which was still a bit wet from the shower you took a few minutes ago. You were ashamed to say the least. You couldn’t understand what exactly Seonghwa found attractive about your body. You wanted to look good for him but you’re just a flat piece of a human being. As you were starting to build tears in your eyes, your boyfriend walked into your shared bedroom. „What’s wrong, baby?” He knew what was up, it’s not the first time he caught you crying over yourself. You shook your head not wanting to talk about it and grabbing your towel to cover yourself up. Hwa breathed out loudly, shaking his head. He then pulled the towel away, ignoring your protests. „Do you see this?” He grabbed your tits, slowly massaging them. „Do you see how perfect these are, how well they fit into my hands.” Then his head made its way to your right breast. He slowly started licking your nipple, it immediately getting hard. Out of nowhere he slapped your left breast with one of his hands. „You like that?” You silently nodded your head, a scoff left Seonghwas mouth. „Fucking shit you’re so hot. You don’t understand how you make me feel. How those pretty little tits could make me cum just from touching and slapping them like that, fuck.” Seonghwa then roughly threw you on the bed and started to undress himself...

Kim Hongjoong

„Say it, baby, come on.” You tried to get your breathing under control but Hongjoongs speed was too fast, the pleasure too much to take. „I - I, agh!” You couldn’t stop screaming moaning. „I know you can do it, come on.” His hips started to move faster than before, making it harder for you. You were so overwhelmed that tears started to form in your eyes. „I can’t-t.” A hard smack landed on your ass. „Yes you can and now say it!” Yelled your boyfriend from behind. He harshly pulled you up by grabbing your throat, making you face both of you in the mirror. „Tell me beautiful, tell me how breathtaking you look, I know you can do that for me, baby. Show daddy how much of a good girl you are.” You squeezed your eyes together, forcing those words out of your mouth. „I am beautiful.” Hongjoongs grip on your throat got stronger. „Open your eyes, princess.” You did what he said and opened your eyes, almost reaching your high. „J-Joong, I think I-.” „No, the fuck not. You’re not going to cum until you do what I asked you to.” You closed your eyes again, god. Hongjoong movements completely stopped, making you whine out loudly. „Look at yourself.” You pulled your eyebrows up, eyes getting rounder. „Do it!” Damn boy, chill out. As your were looking at yourself, Hongjoong slowly pulled out of you. Another whine left your mouth, not going unnoticed by him. „Look at this pretty pussy, all wet and all mine. Men, am I lucky. Oh and... those beautiful tits, this fucking cute ass, my god I am about to lose my shit. How am I so lucky to have all of this? I love you so fucking much Y/N. Don’t worry though, I will show you how beautiful you are. You wanna these tits to be bigger? Oh, don’t worry, can do that for you. I can’t wait to get you pregnant, you will look so beautiful with a round belly, fuck.”

Jeong Yunho

You two were currently play fighting over some food. Both of you thought it would be a good idea to visit the park and have a picnic today, since it’s finally warm and sunny again. You didn’t notice how far your skirt actually went up, when you jumped on your boyfriend. It wasn’t that short of a skirt, it covered more than 60% of your legs but it was loose, so it was easy to raise up. When Yunho gave you a smack on your ass, you were fast to sit back and pull it down again. Yunho looked at you questioning, you only shaking your head, hiding face. „Was that too much?” You immediately assured him that it wasn’t about that slap on your ass. „Then what’s wrong?” Again, you shook your head. The male then grabbed your face, making you look at him. „Baby, tell me.” You moved his hands from your face, lowering your gaze. „I just don’t feel comfortable with showing myself off, you know, my legs could be seen when I jumped on you.” When you looked back up to see his reaction, a smile was placed on his face. „Honey, you’re beautiful. Those pretty legs would turn on every men, no, even girls. You don’t know how much I wanna grab them and pull you over me, so you can ride my hard ass cock.” Your eyes torn open, a blush creeping on your face. A loud laugh left Yunho’s mouth, him staring to eat again as of nothing happened.

Kang Yeosang

When you read the massage your boyfriend sent you just a few seconds ago, you almost spitted out your drink. Now you had an incoming call... „Uhm, hello?” Silence. Then you heard heavy breathing. „Baby, please. I need you to do that for me, I can’t take it anymore, I need to release.” You didn’t know what to say, only blushing more. „Yeosang, you know how I feel about my body, I can’t jus-“ „Baby, don’t you understand that I need that beautiful hot body to cum? That you turn me on that much, that I only need to see you to cum. Fuck, please princess I need you. Please send me some nudes, it hurts. I promise once I get home, I will reward you, hm? How does that sound?” You nodded your head, even tho you knew he couldn’t see you. „Sounds Good.” A load moan left his mouth. „That’s my good little girl, now make daddy happy and take your close off so he can see those beautiful small tits, yea?” You bit bottom lip. „Yes, sir.”

Choi San

A loud whistle was heard when you walked into the living room. When you looked at the male, he bit his lip. „Damn, baby, look at those curves. Shit, come here, I wanna smack that ass.” You only stood there, shocked. San then raised one of his eyebrows. „What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend now?” You shook your head. San looked as if he got offended by that. „Oh? Why is that?” You now shrugged with your shoulders. „Don’t you want to use that pretty mouth of yours, baby? Talk to me.” He now stood up and made his way to you. When he reached you, he slung his arms around you waist, face just a few inches away from yours. „Not listening to me? I guess you wanna use that beautiful mouth of yours for something else’s then, huh?” Now you started smirking, kinda enjoyed where’s this is going. This was way better then going out for a fancy dinner with the boys. Don’t get me wrong, you loved the boys, but you didn’t feel comfortable and confident enough to go out with that dress, San bought you for this dinner. „Look at you, so beautiful. Even my friends want to have you and fuck your pretty pussy. They wanna grab this fat ass and smack it, want to cum on your pretty body. Oh how bad for them that they could never have you, you’re all mine, this pretty body is all mine.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi! You can’t just walk in like that.” His eyes went big. „Why not, I am your boyfriend?” His innocent voice made you melt, he’s so cute. You turned around, hiding your body from him. „I know that, but you know how I feel about myself. I am ashamed.” His eyes got even rounder. „Even if it’s me? I thought you feel comfortable with me. Did I do something wrong? Oh my god I make you uncomfortable. What do I do?! I shoul-„ „No Mingi. It’s not that... it’s just... never mind.” You kept on cleaning yourself, trying to ignore him. You heard the sound of a belt and clothes moving. When you turned to look what he was up to, you directly looked into your boyfriends eyes. He smiled at your surprised expression and leaned further into you. „Mingi, I-“ You got interrupted by a kiss. Soon, the kiss got more intense, both of you starting to touch each other’s body’s. Mingi broke the kiss, giving you time to breath. „You know Y/N, I know it might take some time until you understand that but you’re the most stunning human I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And you know those scars and marks on your body? They are just as beautiful. They make you unique, it’s just like art. I love you, you and every tiny bit of your beautiful 'flaws'. Please never forget that baby.“ You were on the verse of tears, like damn, you love that boy so much. A smile was sitting on both of your faces, you leaning back in to continue your make out session.

Jung Wooyoung

He slowly placed soft his kisses down your tummy. When he bit into one of your belly roles (is that even the correct word? lol), you immediately scolded him for that. „But it’s cute.” You rolled your eyes. „No, Woo, it’s not cute. Please stop.” He chuckled at your reaction, still thinking it’s cute. „Okay, cry baby.“ He then kept on kissing your tummy, started to go further down towards your core. „Woo...” You couldn’t really make out if you were warning him or were asking for more, either way, he kept going and pulled your PJ pants & panties down. Now, he had a perfect look of your stretch marks. You tried to hide them by placing your hands on top of them but Wooyoung slapped them away. „Ouch!” He didn’t gave a fuck, honestly. „Move, I wanna look at those sexy stretch marks. Damn, this is all mine.” You got a hard slap on your left thigh, letting out a moan, your boyfriend only smirking a smirk by that. „Like that, huh? Lemme eat you out then.” He gave you another slap, this time on your clit. I guess, what he wants, he gets?

Choi Jongho

„Jongho, no.” He kept pulling you on himself. „Hey, don’t worry, baby. Did you already forget how strong I am?” He let out a cute chuckle, making you smile but it soon vanished out of your face again. Jongho wanted you to ride his face but you felt uncomfortable with that idea. Your were too heavy, at least in your own opinion. Jongho always told you that you’re beautiful the way you are and that he loved you no matter what. He also always assured you that you aren’t heavy and even if, he could handle it, since he was a strong guy. Still, you were too scared of hurting him. Jongho assured you that he would be fine and would stop if you don’t like it, so you made your way above his face, slowly sinking down. You immediately let out a soft moan when his tongue met your cunt. After some time he told you to move, your fear of hurting him rising again. „Princess, don’t worry. You did so good till now, I know you can do even better. Come on, ride my face, cupcake.” You closed your eyes and started to move slowly. While so, Jongho kept on praising you from time to time, you growing more confided by that. You soon reached your high, making a mess all over your boyfriends face. Jongho licked you clean until every drop was gone. You then stood up and checked on him, he giving you a proud smile. „I knew you could do it, I am so proud of you! We need do this more often tho, that was freaking hot.”

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duskholland · 4 years ago

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hi ! could i request a prof!tom smut where the reader gets tired of tom teasing her w his sexy outfits in class (literally still crying over the black turtleneck) and so for payback she wears like a short skirt and a crop top or something and right after class , he f*cks her in in his office 😳

the turtleneck :D this is very nsfw -- minors dni!! smut under the cut.

prof!tom fever night

extended warnings ↠ breeding kink, sir kink, rough unprotected sex, hair pulling. a bit of degradation (calls her a whore once). please practice safe sex!!!

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Professor Holland’s eyes are on you, firm, unmoving, and as minutes stretch together, you find yourself moving uncomfortably in your chair. The skirt you’re wearing isn’t long enough to cover the full length of your thighs, and your skin rubs against the coarse plastic of the chair as you shift from side to side, squeezing your legs together as you try to control your arousal.

Tom looks incredibly hot, and it’s his fault that you’re in this position to begin with. He’s been teasing you, every week for the past two months, strolling into class wrapped up in a delectable outfit that makes your thoughts plummet. He’d started out with tight t-shirts but had soon seemed to realise that you find the long-sleeved ones more attractive—something about the allure of seeing his figure compressed by soft fabrics, his muscles bulging out prominently and seductively against the material. You’d begged him to stop teasing you, only for him to smirk and continue it every time.

So, you’d had enough. You’d decided that if Tom was going to tease you, you’d tease him back. Before leaving your flat this morning, you’d slipped into a skirt and a small t-shirt. Professor Holland likes them—you know he does: he’d told you as much as he’d fucked you the other week, needy hands pawing at the plaid material as he’d groaned into your neck. Just the memory has you shifting around in your seat.

Tom’s reaction when you’d walked into class with the skirt flapping around your thighs had told you that you’re in for it. If there weren’t already students in the room, you know from the glint in his eye that he would’ve bent you over his desk right there and then and taken you. Instead, Tom’s been resigned to extended staring and a clenched jaw. He’d had to sit behind his desk when you’d feigned a yawn and let your arms stretch above your head, the material of your t-shirt springing up and the outline of your bare nipples straining through the shirt.

“Well, everybody, I’m feeling particularly generous today, so I think I’ll let you go early,” Tom speaks, voice gravelly. His lips twitch into a small smile when the students around you release sounds of appreciation. “Have a good weekend.”

Tom doesn’t even have to look at you for you to know that he wants you to stay behind. You’re so used to him now that you know to pack away your things, then walk to the door and lock it. When you turn back to face him, you startle as you see him already standing, hands on his hips as he glares at you.

“And what, exactly, do you think you’re doing?” he asks, slowly walking from beyond the desk. He’s in the outfit that started this ridiculous teasing, all those weeks ago: black turtleneck, striped dark trousers. With his hair swooped out of his face and his watch hanging from his wrist, you find yourself gulping as he carefully strides towards you.

“Nothing?” you try, smiling innocently. Pushing away from the door, you let your fingers float down to the hem of your skirt. “Do you like it?” you ask, raising a brow. You do a short twirl. “I put it on just for you, sir.”

Professor Holland growls, and a moment later, he reaches out and grabs at your wrist. Your head spins, a little dizzy from your show, and you’re glad for his iron-clad grasp as he hauls you over to the desk at the front of the room.

“No, darling, I don’t like it,” he murmurs. He bends you over the desk with ease, your palms resting over the front of the cool wood as he smooths his hands over your ass. Easily, Tom flips your skirt up, and you find yourself moaning as he grabs handfuls of your flesh. “Do you think this was funny, eh?” he coos, voice dark. “Did you think this was a good idea? Walking into class in that tiny little skirt and top. You know I could see your nipples through your shirt, yeah? Everyone else could too.”

You moan softly when he steps closer and you feel his cock pushing through the front of his slacks. “I know,” you say. You pause to bite your lip as you feel him step back, then hear the metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. “I did it as payback.”

“For what?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“All those outfits you wear,” you murmur. You gasp as Tom knocks your legs apart and roughly pushes you down, your covered nipples pressing into the front of the desk. You look back, craning your neck until you’re able to smirk at him. “Thought if you drive me mad wearing that,” you say, inclining your head towards his turtleneck, “I’d get revenge. Did it work?”

“Am I mad?” When you nod, Tom chuckles. There’s a deep red flush to his face, and your eyes gravitate down to his cock as he pumps it in his hand. With nimble fingers, Tom knocks your thighs apart, spreading them with ease. He plays with your cunt, toying with your bud for a few moments before slipping two fingers into your hole. As your walls pulse around him, he easily works you open, licking his lips with his pink tongue. “You could say that I’m mad, darling. Yeah.”

Without further warning, Tom swaps out his fingers for his cock. You moan loudly as he slides into you roughly, the ache making your eyes roll back. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust, instead, just reaches up and pushes his wet fingers into your mouth. Your taste bleeds out across your tongue as he starts to thrust into you. Your walls, warm and pulsing, slowly stretch to accommodate him, leaving you a writhing mess on his desk as he fucks you ruthlessly.

“Did you… Did you know how fucking hard I was all lesson, darling?” he murmurs, voice hard, lusting. He moves his free hand onto your waist, the other still weighing down your tongue, gagging you. “My cock was aching for you, sweetheart. Couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over the desk ‘n taking you in front of everyone.” Tom pauses, chuckling coolly when you moan. “I felt you clench then, darling. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like everyone else to know what a little whore you are for your professor.”

You can barely think, too lost in lust as each slam of his crotch against your ass releases the sound of your arousal into the air. As his tip catches against your g-spot and continuously stimulates your most sensitive area, you feel yourself swelling near to an orgasm.

Finally, Tom pulls his hand from your mouth, stopping briefly to smear your saliva over your lips. His hand goes into your hair, pulling on it until you groan.

“Professor,” you whine, voice broken and breathless. “Touch my clit, please,” you beg. “Want to cum.”

He reaches down, easily doing as you request and grunting when he feels you clench in response. You can feel your climax burning in you, churning in the pit of your stomach, threatening to burst free as you try to control the volume of your cries.

“Darling,” he murmurs, voice thick. He’s fucking you so hard and so fast, your eyes rolled back. “I’m going to cum in this pussy,” he warns. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you feel me for days.” He presses your hips further into the table as you writhe, holding you in place as you receive waves upon waves of unrelenting pleasure. “You want me to fill you up with my cum?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, on the verge.

Tom growls. “My little needy thing,” he murmurs. “Cum for me, love. Let me feel you squeeze around me.”

You dissolve a few moments later, losing grip on the table as you climax with a loud moan. Your chest heaves, nipples brushing over the desk as Tom ruts into you, chasing a high that he’s rewarded with a few moments after you. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit coupled with the feeling of his cock pulsing as he empties his load into you makes you spasm, your high stretching out for several moments as he fucks you through it. You only come down when Tom pulls out from you, your cunt aching in the most delicious way, clenching around his cum.

Tom hauls you up from the desk with ease, pushing you up and onto the table before cupping your face in his clean palm and observing your face carefully for signs of damage.

“So pretty,” he murmurs, running his thumb over your lower lip. You kiss the tip of it and Tom bites at his lip, leaning down so he can kiss you. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, still breathless but able to appreciate his turtleneck with your fingers. When he pulls back, he’s smirking. “If I’d known you like my jumper so much, I’d have worn it more often,” Tom teases.

You roll your eyes, shivering as aftershocks pang across you. “If you wear it anymore than you currently do, I think I’ll go crazy.”

He brings his lips up to touch your nose, tenderly leaving a kiss to its tip. “Maybe that’s what I want, eh?”

“You want me to go crazy?”

Tom shakes his head. “No,” he says. “But I do want to spend more time with you in here, fucking you against my desk.”

You chuckle, biting your lip as you look back up at him. You can feel his cum slowly dripping from you, warm and thick.

“If you want that to happen, all you have to do is ask.”

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weirdochick56 · 4 years ago

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Sin- Steve Rogers AU Chapter Three

Biker!Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, set in a universe where Pietro isn’t Wanda’s twin, but her older brother!!!

Disclaimers: I don’t own any MCU plots/characters mentioned.

Word Count: 3, 379 Words

Summary: Y/n finally comes face to face with Biker King and it’s nothing like she imagined. And when she least expects it, the very person she came looking for will find her and all the emotions she has been holding in will come pouring out in unexpected ways.

Read Chapter Two Here!!

Under different circumstances, maybe you would’ve stayed there, in his hold a little while longer. It wasn’t like it was an unpleasant feeling...not in the least.

His hot hands and cool rings contrasted eachother deliciously on your skin and it had actually taken you a while to pull yourself out of your dazed trance, between getting the air knocked out of you and now....

“Oh.”

You didn’t mean to yelp the way you did when your gaze met those of the blonde Adonis that stood before you, but you couldn’t help it. Those eyes...if you had thought they were pretty before, now you could say with absolute certainty that they were utterly showstopping.

Salacious, intense, powerful...you’d never wanted to drown in a person’s gaze more.

He had the kind of eyes you don’t just get lost in, but entirely lose yourself to. The kind that if you stare into too long, you might be swallowed like quicksand. And yet, even knowing this, you couldn’t pull yourself away and had found yourself for the second time in only a short span of time, unable to breathe correctly.

His gaze was steady on yours as well, though unlike you he wasn’t shaken in the least. He was all cool and collected, his eyes searching yours out shamelessly.

And so you stay like that for a few moments, his big hands pressed onto your mostly bare back and your hands gripping his forearms tightly, steadying- anchoring yourself. Though nothing about the piercing power of that gaze was anchoring or even real to you.

Gradually, your heart begins picking up an erratic pace which only spikes when his fingers begin tracing softly over your skin.

The shivers this sends down your spine feels like a slap to the face and you find yourself almost aggressively pushing yourself away from him. He hesitates a bit, but it’s only a split second before his hands are unclasped and off your skin.

Breaking away seems to break the trance-like state you were in and instantly, the embarassment sets in, your cheeks heating up immediately. You bow your head refelctively.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble out of pure shame. Not because of him, but because of yourself.

Why were you acting like this?

I mean, you weren’t normally one to fall for a pretty face because you had grown up around rich pretty boys your whole life.

But he...

You take a cautious peek at him again and instantly regret doing so when you realize the fact that his eyes had seemingly never left you and were now practically glowing with amusement as he watched you closely.

Your breath hitches and you bite your lip, a nervous habit of yours. His eyes momentarily flick down to the action but they quickly return back up to your gaze.

Your eyes are everywhere at once, your breathing labored. ‘He’s too close’, you think to yourself amidst the chaos in your brain.

And he’s too goddam perfect.

He’s all sharp jaw, high cheekbones, silky, messy blonde hair, pink plump lips and piercing blue eyes...every slope and curve and straight edge of his face was all too perfectly harmonious with one another. To say you were in complete awe at the Adonis before you would be an understatement.

You couldn’t breathe.

His plump lips are so pink and full and they’re only highlighted more by his dark neatly kept beard, you have to blink several times to make sure you’re not imagining them. How can a man have such pretty lips?

You had never seen someone this alluring in your life, he wasn’t at all like the pretty rich boys of your town.

He had a naturally intimidating aura to him, in that rough-around-the-edges badass biker way that you shouldn’t be finding this damn attractive.

And then you take a moment to take in his full form. You were right; he was easily a whole foot taller than you, sporting more tattoos than you could count on his visible skin- that was, his collarbone and hands, some of the ones up his arm poking out when he moved.

Unlike most people here who wore kuttes, he was wearing a thick leather jacket with the word, ‘President’ patched in bold black and white on it, but you knew he had his arms fully tatted because you’d seen it that day at the store.

He also wore black worn jeans that clung sexily on his slim hips, chains hanging over the jean hoops and clanging everytime he moved. He clearly loved his black combat boots because it was visibly obvious he used them a whole lot.

His sexy mouth lifts at the corner into an even sexier smirk and you all but come undone when he speaks again. “It’s okay, angel.”

‘Doll’, ‘angel’...

Your brow furrows and before you know what you’re doing...

“Are you in the habit of giving girls you’ve never met pet names, sir?” You blurt without thinking.

The unintentionally sassy words fly out of your mouth before your brain can even catch up, but when it does, your eyes instantly widen and your hand flies to your mouth, clasping over it in complete horror.

You want to die when the excessive attitude in your words sinks in and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how much bigger and intimidating this man was compared to you.

He could snap you, and most grown men, in half without a second thought.

You open your mouth to apologize profusely thinking you’ve offended this (most likely) dangerous outlaw, but you freeze once you see his expression.

He doesn’t seem angry at all, in fact, he’s...laughing? No, it’s not a full-on laugh like the one you’d seen in that parking lot. It’s more airy, more casual.

He was chuckling. At you.

He speaks again, this time amusedly. “Nah, only the pretty ones.”

You’re caught off-guard by the suave of his words and you find yourself profusely blushing once more. You have no idea how to respond to him so instead, you just shake your head, desperate to escape this increasingly flustering situation.

“Okay. Now, if you’ll excuse me...” you offer him a forced polite smile and go to side-step him.

You barely make it two steps before his hand is flying out, gripping your wrist firmly and tugging you backwards. A little gasp flies out of your mouth at the suddeness of the movement and before you understand what’s happening, you find yourself pressed tightly against a wall, shrouded in darkness.

You turn your wide eyes onto Biker King, whose thick arms are now pressed beside each side of your head, caging you in entirely. His long torso is leaning down slightly, so his eyes are directly with in your line of sight.

His scent comes onto you like an avalanche. He smells strongly of leather, cologne, shaving cream, something woodsy yet manly and strangely enough, clean laundry.

It was unlike any scent you’d ever smelt on a man, but somehow it fit him perfectly and you found yourself inhaling deeper than usual, your heart racing at his sudden proximity.

He’s so close, your chests are only an inch or two away and he’s staring straight into your soul, cornering you like a predator would a helpless prey.

“Uh...” you can only mumble awakwardly, still kind of dazed and gaping up at him in utter shock, you can barely hear yourself over the loud pounding of your erratic heart.

Up close, he’s more beautiful than you could’ve ever imagined a person to be and his piercing gaze was honestly dizzying you.

“Why are you here, doll?”

His sudden question jerks you painfully back into reality and you press your lips together, your brows pinching up instantly at his words. The question is so blunt, so sudden, you can only blink furiously up at him.

“I- what?” You breathe shakily, suddenly unable to function at all.

He tilts his head down at you, raising a brow and speaking awfully matter-of-factly. “Well you’re that pretty little thing from that shit-hole parking lot, aren’t you?”

At first you can only blink stupidly at him, not expecting him to recognize you but then it suddenly dawns on you...if he recognized you then-

You gasp loudly, cheeks more fiery than ever.

A knowing smirk grows on his face. “Hey, for what it’s worth, angel, it was a pretty catchy ringtone.”

You bite your lip in order to supress any small sound threating to spill over out of your lips.

His eyes darken when they fall onto your meek movement and he tightens his hold in the wall, inhaling sharply. “Damn...”

Your blush darkens and your stomach clenches at his small, heated mumble that leaves those pretty lips.

Maybe it was the smug little smirk on his beautiful face that bothered you so much. Or maybe it was the way his eyes pierced through you like you were see-through, but either way, you felt trapped.

Like he was a lion and you were some small, distressed powerless prey, unable to escape that watchful gaze.

“I have to go...” you breathe curtly, staring at his mouth from under your lashes as his pink tongue pokes out, sweeping lightly over his lips.

He chuckles sexily. “Oh, nu-uh, doll. You haven’t answered my damn question yet. What’s a girl like you doing here?”

“A girl like me?” You frown.

He laughs, looking away for a second before turning his magnetic eyes back onto you, somehow more intensely than before.

“You and I both know you don’t belong on this side of town, angel,” he whispers meaningfully, staring at your mouth fixedly.

“I-I don’t even know you,” is all you can manage in a shaky voice, feeling like an invisible force is pushing at your chest.

His eyes lazily drag up to your own and he hums thoughtfully. “You don’t have to. You just have to tell me what you want with this place.”

You find yourself reeling back indignantly at his demanding tone despite your nervousness. Just who did this stranger think he was?

“I don’t have to tell you jack shit,” you snap. “Now let me go, please.”

If he’s shocked by your little outburst, he doesn’t show it, instead he laughs lowly, the sound somehow like pebbles scraping against gravel and also like what silk felt on your skin or the way honey squeezes out of a bottle.

The sound was so sexy- a perfect balance of masculine and airy- that it felt like a carress on your skin.

“Oh, you’re definitely not from around here, little spit fire.”

You want to ask him what he means, but before you can, a voice cuts in from behind you both.

“Prez.”

The both of you freeze, but perhaps for entirely different reasons. Biker King looks mildly annoyed at the interruption, and you...

Well that voice sounded freakishly like-

Biker King releases a big breath, smoothly pushing off the wall and spinning around to look at the voice, leaving you to finally be able to release a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in.

You’re still safely hidden behind the much larger frame of Biker King, but you can easily make out about three pairs of manly feet from between his lean, jean-clad legs.

“Sorry, Prez,” the same voice quickly pushes out, but he sounds more panicked than apologetic. “I know you’re busy but...” he pauses, and for some reason you know it’s because of you.

‘Prez’? As in “president”? You found yourself wondering silently.

Tentatively, you step out from behind Biker King, head bowed. “Uhm- I was actually just going so..”

You don’t even plan on looking at them before high-tailing it out of there, but a shocked voice stops you.

“Y/n?!”

Your head snaps up instantly.

And when your gazes make contact for the first time in a long time, you can’t help the tears that instantly pool around your eyes, eyes and nose burning furiously as all the overwhelming feelings and thoughts you’d been suppressing for so long come rushing to the surface.

It was an instantaneous reaction because deep down you had felt he was near and a wave of conflict crashes right against you as you stiffen up.

Your mouth feels dry as you blink the threatening hot tears back. You haven’t seen him in a while, but he hasn’t very much changed appereance wise.

Those eyes were still the warmest blue you’ve ever seen, that hair was still kinky and he hadn’t chopped off his frosty tips.

It dawns on you why you’d recgonized that voice and your heart squeezes tightly as you’re fact to face with him...

Your voice is croaky and breathy when you say his name, but you force yourself to.

“Pietro.”

Steve’s POV

I watch with raised brows as Pietro, or ‘Pretty Boy’ as we called him and my angel -Y/n is what Pietro called her- naturally draw closer together, like being pulled together by some kind of fucking magnetic force, and a surge of anger rises within me instantly.

‘So your name is Y/n, huh?’ I can find myself thinking that her name is beautiful, delicate and feminine like her and that it would probably feel good to say on my tongue.

Bucky and Sam each shoot a weird look my way, as if asking ‘what’s up with these two?’ and I give them a short shrug, quickly turning my gaze back onto the stomach-churning scene developing before me.

Fuck, I hated her being so close to another man, it was inexplicable. I had just met the girl but I already knew I wanted her in my bed- it was like an instinct to me.

Pietro is now within reach of her and I can do nothing but clench my fists as he reaches his arms out, with tears in his eyes appareantly not giving a flying fuck that his brothers are watching this unfold and tugs her small body towards him.

What fucks me up more than anything is that she doesn’t fight him in the least.

I mean it’s clear that they know eachother from their dramatic soap opera moment, but it’s the fact that they look so natural doing it -like they’ve done it so much before it’s muscle memory at this point- that makes me want to kill someone...perferably Pietro.

He buries his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply and I can’t say I blame him. In the small amount of time I’d spent close to her, I’d become addicted to her smell. She smelt nothing like the women I’d fucked over the years. They used cheap off-brand shit, that too potent sweet stuff...but her?

She smelled like wild flowers and vanilla, an expensive, soft, but not entirely inconspicuous scent I would fucking drown in if I could for the rest of my miserable life.

As I watched on, helplessly clenching my fists so as to not do something rash, she shakily lifts her petite arms and wraps them around Pietro, hugging him tightly to her.

Oh. I growl under my breath, unable to resist the pang of jealousy that hits me.

Bucky, my vice president, sends a look my way and I’m pretty sure there’s murder on my face, but all he does is smirk amusedly, the fucker.

But then it gets worse, because Pretty Boy’s hands start wandering, rubbing her back tenderly, up and down almost to her nice round ass. Up and down, up and d-

I see red, and before I know what I’m doing, I feel myself lunging forward, ready to rip them apart.

Except...

“Oh shit!” I freeze when I hear Sam voice all our thoughts at what has just happened.

In the time I had stepped forward, Y/n had suddenly broken away from the embrace, brought her small fist back and clocked Pietro right in the jaw.

We all stare like damn idiots at the loud smack sound, and consequent mixture of grunts and yelps that rings out, but none more than me.

Little spitfire packs a damn powerful right hook, even with her size.

I can see even Bucky, whose the most stoic of us all, is unable to do anything but gape at the scene.

Our shocks lasts very little because in the next second, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, she uses her other free hand to smack him in the head, over and over.

“You asshole!” she hissses, whacking him anywhere she can get her small hand. Pietro is crouched over, arms thrown over his head in order to protect himself.

“Y/n stop!” he demands.

But this only seems to anger her more and she’s attacking him with more fury now. “How dare you just up and leave like that? I thought-” she huffs, pained. “I thought you loved me, you dipshit!”

It would seem my little angel has a potty mouth on her and I can’t help but smirk bemusedly to myself despite the fact that anyone here can tell there’s history there.

Sam and Bucky’s shock seems to have worn off as well and they’re now staring, on the verge of laughter.

It was pretty comical I’ll admit, seeing as she was way smaller than him and still whooping his ass. It was actually pretty impressive considering he was one of my guys.

I snap into action once I remember that she’s injured her hand and that Pietro isn’t fighting back because if he did, he could kill her.

“Sam, Bucky,” I snap, pointing at Pietro with my eyes. They don’t hesitate a single second and instantly capture Pretty Boy in their hold, tugging him back.

I reach out and grab Y/n by her waist, easily lifting her up and away.

“Let me go, dammit! Let me go!”

She wiggled aggressively against my hold, still flailing her small limbs about and yelling like a nutjob, but she’s no match against my strength.

I hug her tightly, pressing her back to me so she can relax. “Settle down, angel,” I whisper calmly in her ear, but she keeps resisting, so I hastily add “If you keep wiggling that pretty little ass of yours like that on my cock you’re going to make me do something I’ll regret later. So I highly suggest you stop. Fucking. Moving.”

I suppress the urge to grin when I feel her instantly stiffen beneath my touch. She finally seems to give up and fall limp against my hold.

I mean, I was only half lying to get her to calm down. Actually, I was already half hard.

‘You are one sick fucking bastard, Steve’ I think to myself bemusedly.

“Y/n?! What the hell is going on?!” Another feminie voice calls out from behind us.

Our necks snap instantly towards the direction where it came from and I frown. A pretty redhead comes bounding towards us, or well, me, looking just about ready to kill me and it is then I realize that I’m still carrying Y/n.

“What the fuck are you doing?! Let her go!” She starts to give me hell, but Y/n suddenly sighs.

“It’s okay Wanda,” she mutters. “He was just trying to keep me from killing-”

“Wanda!” Pietro calls out suddenly and the redhead’s eyes widen, much like Y/n’s had when she had first seen him. She instantly turns to Pretty boy and runs over to him, tears in her eyes. She practically jumps on him and holds him tightly to her.

What. The. Hell.

Sam turns to Bucky incredulously as ‘Wanda’ and Pietro hold eachother like they were the other’s life line.

“Dude,” Sam breathes over to Bucky. “Where the hell is Pretty Boy getting all these babes from?”

Bucky shrugs. “No clue.”

“Wanda what are you doing here?” Pietro breaks away from her, ignoring Buck’s and Sam’s whispers.

“Oh Pietro! I thought you were dead!” she sniffles and I’ve had just about enough of this shit show.

“Enough.” I call out, gently setting Y/n down. I try to ignore her pretty gaze burning holes into the side of my head and focus on the issue at hand, turning my harsh gaze to Pietro.

He gulps audibly because he knows I’m no longer playing around.

“Pietro, you’re going to explain now.”

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mxpseudonym · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Tommy x Fem!Reader

Summary: The seeds Tommy has sowed are bearing fruit in your life and your relationship.

Length: 1797 words (allegedly)

Warnings: “18+”, NSFW, lite Dom/sub, Consensual as all hell, cursing,

A/N: Surprise!

Part I | Part II

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Would you like to check?"

Your worried eyes shifted to the door of Tommy's office. You'd come to visit him after your shift at work, only to find that no one was there except Tommy, who was ruining his eyes by reading in the dim light of his office. You'd recently had a suspicion that Tommy was partial to your uniform that was a simple black dress, but intentionally a bit seductive with a cutout in the neckline and the above-the-knee hemline. It was a tactic to have happy customers and more tips, and now a way to have Tommy's hands on you as soon as possible. In this instance, you were pulled against him, your back to his chest while he caressed your neck and viewed your cleavage.

"No, no, I suppose I did watch you do it. And no one's here," you reminded yourself. "Alright, you can undress me."

"As you please, y/n."

The soft fabric peeled off your shoulders, revealing your neutral-toned underwear beneath. Tommy watched as if it was the first time. It had been a few weeks since that first night in your room. He'd made friends with your limits and pushed them in little ways while watching you bloom from each new experience. You'd described it as building momentum like a snowball down a hill. You boldly conquered something new in the bedroom, which gave you the energy to conquer something new in your daily life.

You finally signed up for bookkeeping classes, which Tommy would not by any means make you pay for. You would have fought him on it, but when Tommy told you it was because he took care of what belonged to him, you were too busy being weak in the knees. You'd also stopped taking shifts from the lush of a woman, Clara, who always wanted nights off to date the wealthy customers. She glared at first but then somehow deduced it was because you had a man of your own and consequently won't stop telling you about her adventures in hopes of swapping stories. You never would have thought that this, sex, would change you so much. But it was more than that.

Tommy led you to the couch, sitting you both down before having you straddle him. This was new. It wasn't that you opposed being on top, but Tommy always seemed to have a plan, and you enjoyed being obedient to a fault.

"I think you'll like this," Tommy said. "You've been very strong lately."

Strong.

That was it. It was more than the sex that gave you the energy to do more. It was Tommy. It was everything about him- the way he handled business and fought for his family. But even more, it was the way that he saw you. He was forward and precise in the way he praised you.

When you did something far out of your comfort zone and wanted to hide after, he praised your bravery and showed you there were other options other than embarrassment. When you felt awkward, he told you that you were sexy and how attracted to you he was. Even the smallest things like asking vaguely for "more" were praised, perhaps encouraging you to speak more during the act. Tommy's presence was more than enough to support you day in and day out.

Tommy watched a small smile spread on your face, and his brow furrowed a bit, but he smiled as well. What were you thinking about? Was it because he reminded you that you were strong? His praises were never a lie or a new goal for you. He only mentioned what he already saw.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I want you to ride me, sweetheart. I want to see you while you do it," Tommy said with a gruff voice. There was no need for hiding his arousal; you liked it when you could tell he enjoyed it too. You nodded, your lip between your teeth as you shifted in his lap. Tommy kissed you and spoke filthy words in your ear about how good you were and how he couldn't wait to see your pretty face when you came.

Your hands clenched his shirt even before he reached down to tease you over your panties. When you felt the cotton provide just a bit of relief beneath Tommy's nimble fingers, you slumped forward.

"You're so sensitive, sweetheart. Were you thinking about me at work today? Is that why you came over here to catch me when I'm alone?" He asked. Your eyes cast downward as your cheeks heated up. Tommy raised an eyebrow in surprise. Had you really? "Are you disappointed?"

"Oh, no, I," you stammered, not expecting a real question while your mind was still on release.

"I thought you'd be disappointed that no one's here. Wouldn't you like to let everyone know how good you can feel? How pretty you sound when you're begging?"

"Ah!" Your hips jerked at the thought of something so devious yet thrilling. Tommy paused for a moment. He thought you'd like this, but he didn't want to go too far. He supposed his encounters required bravery from him as well.

"I thought you were somewhat innocent y/n, but you're a whore, aren't you?" He was about to ask how you were when you ground down on his hand. You liked that.

"Tommy, I'm... I need permission."

"Already? I've barely even done anything. Should whores be able to,"

"Please," you cut him off with a resounding plea. Your face was buried in his shoulder, and you were rocking against his hand. His fingers slid between your lips, teasing your entrance and circling your clit, never giving too much but not withholding the most gratifying friction.

"No," he said, and you whined. "You're going to sit on my cock and show me how much you want it."

"Fuck."

You didn't swear often, so Tommy knew you were enjoying it. He tugged on your shorts.

"Take these off."

You stood to follow orders, and Tommy followed, ridding himself of his trousers as well. He sat first, pulling his hardened cock out of his boxers and stroking a few times before motioning for you to straddle again. You licked your lips unconsciously, and Tommy almost groaned as he motioned for you to return to your place.

You were erotic in your obedience and how you moved when you finally let go. The way you call him "Sir" turned you on. When you couldn't control the bucking of your hips. The whimper when he pulled out of you, and you wanted to be full again. And now, the way your mouth dropped open when you sunk down onto him.

"Just like dancing," he said, placing his hands on your waist. He guided you in rocking your hips forward and back, up and down, each time causing your breath to hitch. "Take the lead."

Your eyes met his, and you nodded. Every movement made you feel so full, and even the slightest shift grazed your slick walls perfectly. You moved up and sat fully again. Your rhythm was off for a moment, but you soon found your groove, and you were moving at a slow but steady pace. Tommy's hands gripped your waist, not guiding you but grounding himself. The position, his words, or perhaps a combination of both was making you drip and clench around him. Your eagerness was turning needy right before his eyes. He didn't know how much more he could take.

"Tommy, Sir, I'm so close. I want to come like this," you said quietly. Your eyes didn't leave him and your arms wrapped around his neck.

"I'll let you come all over my cock. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, I want to come all over your cock. I want to be a good girl, Tommy," you said. A thought flashed into your head and, before you could filter it, you were already saying, "Can't I be a good whore too? Just for you, Sir?"

Tommy's hips bucked up against you, making you both swear. You groaned and attempted to get the same feeling. You moved faster but dropped yourself down just as hard.

"Christ, love," Tommy groaned. "Say that again. Tell me what you want, and I'll let you have it."

"I want to be a good whore for you, Sir. And I want to come on your cock, Sir. And if anyone were here, I would want them to hear how good you make me feel."

Tommy wondered if you were trying to make him come first for a moment. What a naughty woman. Though the words still made your face hot, it was worth Tommy's permission to release and the feeling of him thrusting into you.

"That's it, love, take it. Take what you need," Tommy growled as you tightened around him. A rough thumb to your clit send you falling off the edge, but it was Tommy's firm grip holding you down on him and providing deep, short thrusts that left you incoherent. "Now stay just like that so you can take my seed, sweetheart."

You were sure he was saying words in your ear, but you couldn't hear them. You could only feel the second wave of pleasure coming towards you as Tommy milked you on his cock for his own satisfaction. This was the whore in you, you supposed. The enjoyment that came from feeling like you were used to meeting Tommy's needs. You wanted more of that. Could you ask for it? For Tommy to fuck you for his pleasure only, even leaving you with no release at all? The thought itself sent you crying out.

Your second orgasm was more than enough for Tommy to find his own release. You're trembling above him, still sopping wet. When you sat back, Tommy raised an eyebrow. Your eyes were glossy as you panted, and your hair that had been styled neatly was now a mess.

Tommy cleaned you both up, making sure to cover you in affection and remind you that the words said between you during play were for making you both feel good and nothing more. However, when you and Tommy got in his car so he could take you home, you took a tell-tale deep breath, letting Tommy know you had something to say.

"I liked that," you said first, knowing he was going to ask. Your eyes lowered to your wringing hands, and you said one thing that opened a new door for you both. "I like it when you're a little mean."

Tommy looked you over and smirked. He leaned over and kissed your temple before starting the engine.

"Okay, sweetheart. I'll remember that."

#As You Please Series #Tommy Shelby #Tommy Shelby Smut #Tommy Shelby Imagine #Tommy Shelby x Reader #Peaky Blinders Smut #Peaky Blinders Fanfic #Spicy Writing #Spicy Tommy

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sunlight-moonrise · 4 years ago

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The Price (Reid Imagine)

Summary: Reader is a technical analyst for the BAU. She did not expect to be smitten by the resident genius.

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic as well as my first time writing smut. I’d like to thank @spencer-reid-in-a-pool for beta reading my work (you’re a gem and I’ll fight for you). Also a quick thank you to @imagining-in-the-margins and those in the discord for being so welcoming and helping me with this. The fic is inspired by @erin-bo-berin Sweet Cheeks.

Category: Fluff and Smut

Content Warnings: Oral (female receiving), fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word Count: 6.0K

Masterlist

There are a lot of things I enjoy about this job. The salary is decent. My coworkers are pretty cool. I get to interact with a sexy genius from time to time- you know, the usual that comes with being employed by the government.

I started as a technical analyst for the BAU a few months prior, working alongside the one and only Penelope Garcia with assisting the rest of the team behind some computer screens. Coding and hacking is second nature to me so the job is not too difficult. It was either this or facing some years in jail because I couldn’t cover my tracks fast enough. Looking at mangled and mutilated bodies on a weekly basis is better than prison.

I get along rather well with the team. I pretty much call everyone by a term of endearment, much to Garcia’s delight. It was one of the things we had in common and helped us get along with one another much faster. I sometimes can get carried away with the innuendos, but Garcia welcomes everything I say with open arms.

I typically save my more sensual remarks for the doctor. I remember the good old days when he used to be so tongue-tied by my actions. Now my words barely surprises him.

A voice broke my concentration. “What got you thinking so hard, angel?” I turn towards the person, a smile already adorning my face. Lo and behold, Dr. Spencer Reid has graced me with his delectable presence.

“Would you believe me if I said that I was thinking of you Doc?” He had a small smile on his face. I could pretty much categorize all the smiles he uses because of how often I stare at him. I mean, it is a tragedy to not stare at such beauty. This particular smile means that he is content and comfortable.

“May I ask exactly what it was that you were thinking about?” he asked.

“I cannot share the sordid details of my mind with you just yet darling. You’ll just have to use that beautiful mind of yours and conjure up something imaginative.”

He let out a small laugh and helped me carry the files I was juggling. My eyes immediately went to his hands. The things I’ll let those hands do to me. I bet only one is needed to perfectly wrap around my -- No bitch, focus. We got a case to present in five minutes. Right, right. Work now, daydream later.

We entered the conference room, where the rest of the team was already sitting at the round table, waiting for us. I gave out the files with Spencer’s help while Penelope started up the monitor.

“You guys are staying local but time is of the essence” she informed us. The TV lit up with four pictures of young boys. “We have a kidnapping case at Stafford County.”

“Were they kidnapped at the same time or place?” asked JJ as she skimmed over the report I handed out earlier.

“No” I said as I pointed to the two younger boys on the screen. “Jacob Rivers and David Hall were taken from their respective homes 48 hours ago” I then pointed to the two slightly older boys “Benjamin Harris was taken 12 hours ago at a park and Scott Turner was taken from the mall less than 6 hours ago.”

“Do these boys have anything in common?” Morgan asked out loud.

“Other than physical appearance and age group, these boys don’t have any similarities. They didn’t even go to the same school. As a matter of fact, David Hall was home-schooled.” replied Garcia.

“Garcia and I couldn’t find any common ground in the families’ educational, economic, or social backgrounds either” I added. “Once you guys take off, we’ll do a further dive into their personal histories.”

“The UnSub is already escalating, kidnapping from a private home and kidnapping from a crowded area within hours of each event is fairly drastic” Rossi stated.

“Maybe the Unsub is on a time frame? They could be feeling pressured and desperate” Emily questioned, trying to come up with some kind of initial profile.

Hotch already started standing up. “We’ll know more after analyzing the crime scenes and talking to local PD. Let’s head out.” The rest of the team followed, gathering their files and making an exit towards the door while Garcia headed for our office. Spencer lagged behind a bit and I already knew why. We have a little tradition of bidding farewell to one another before he takes off for a case.

I stood next to him, bumping my shoulder against his upper arm. “Don’t miss me too much while you are out there.”

“The more you remind me I have to leave, the more I want to stay here.” he grinned.

I snorted at his words, knowing that he was full of shit. There is nothing more that Reid loves than being out in the field. “Go be a hero and come back to me in one piece pretty boy.”

“Yes Ma’am.” he replied as he went to follow the team towards the elevator.

I swear that boy is immune to my teasing now. I miss seeing his face become flush, but I also enjoy the playful repartee we have now. I remember the first interaction I had with Spencer quite vividly. It truly was a comical moment.

“Everyone this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). She will be working alongside Garcia.” Hotch stated as he introduced me to the team. I have already met him and Penelope prior to being presented to everyone else.

“Derek Morgan, pleasure to meet you.” Whoa. If tall, dark, and handsome was a person, Morgan would be fit for the role. He offered his hand, which I immediately took.

“The pleasure is all mine” I replied with a wide smile.

I directed my attention to a much older gentleman. “David Rossi” said the Italian man who reminded me of a mob boss.

“Charmed to meet you.” I shook his hand, surprised by the strength behind it. Those older bones are still working for him.

Next came the petite blonde, whose figure I was both envious and enamored with. “Jennifer Jareau, but everyone here calls me JJ for short.”

“In that case, please call me (Y/N/N).” I shook her hand, and became even more envious with how soft her skin was. She has got to tell me her secrets.

I focused on the brunette with shoulder-length hair. “Emily Prentiss”. My God, I think being attractive is a requirement for this team. She offered her hand to shake and her grip was firm. Note to self, forget about Rossi; don’t get on Emily’s bad side.

“Nice to meet you.”

I turned to the final individual and was blown away by his beauty. Yup, my previous thought has been confirmed. Only good-looking people are allowed pass these doors. His bone structure looked like it was sculpted by Roman artists. His body was lean and slender, reminding me of a runner’s physique. My eyes stared up to the softest hazel eyes I have ever seen.

“Dr. Spencer Reid.” he introduced. I offered my hand immediately, wanting to feel his skin against mine.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you already knew that,” I said softly, my hand still out. He just stared at it as if it was an anomaly.

“Uh-the amount of pathogens passed through a handshake is astounding. A high five transmit half the number. But even then, a kiss is much more safe.” he quickly stated as he nodded his head. I almost didn’t catch any of it. Partially because of the rapid speech, partially because I was staring at his lips.

“Hmm, that’s news to me. However, if a kiss is what you want…” I lowered my hand and took a step closer to him. My eyes slowly moved from his eyes to his mouth and then back up. He took a slight step back.

“N-N-No, that’s not—I-I mean that —uhh...” His face was flushed and his tongue shot out to run against his lips. His eyes quickly darted across the room, seeking some help. I felt a sense of pride knowing I made this man flustered.

“I’m just teasing Doc.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was frightened by me. Maybe he was, but the blush on his face and the way he kept staring gave me further information on him.

“Don’t mind Reid,” Morgan said, coming to the young man’s rescue. “He has a thing with germs.” He finished, a smirk plastered on his face. Well, I hope he soon develops a thing for something else. Or rather someone else.

I was just about to make another sly comment when Hotch interrupted. “Back to the case at hand.” He gave us all a pointed look. Right, I am at my first day at work. I’ll focus on hot doctors with hotter smiles and the hottest face at my own time.

“Yes sir,” Garcia stated, as she started pushing buttons on a remote. The TV turned on and pictures of three different women showed up on the screen. They all looked to be strangled to death. “You guys are needed in Toledo, Ohio.” Garcia goes on to describe the case while the team starts the early stages of conducting a profile.

“Wheels up in 30.” Hotch says and the everyone disperses. Garcia walked up to me and handed me some documents from the case file.

“C’mon cupcake, we gotta do some preliminary work to get the case going much faster.” I followed her to what she called the “bat cave”. I scanned the small room and immediately fell in love. Computers and monitors littered almost every inch of the place. I saw a lot of colorful knickknacks displayed on one side of the desk, knowing already who they belonged to. The area was endearing and had a cozy feel to it.

“Wow, you weren’t kidding. This place is a dream come true.” I am sure she can hear the awe in my voice.

“I know, right. Wait until you actually use it girlie, the framework on these things is out of this world.” I sat myself on a chair nearby and rolled in front of a screen.

“Alrighty. You can do some background checks on these girls while I gather more information from the police reports. Let me know if there are any commonalities among any of them. We’ll relay that info with the team.”

“Gotcha babe, I’ll have the information ready ASAP.” I responded, already typing away on the computer. I’m already starting to like it here.

*Later that day*

Garcia and I haven’t found much in common between the victims of the crimes, much to our dismay. I was left in the office to continue searching for important information on the girls while she went to fax some data to the precinct when the phone started to ring.

I quickly answered and put it on speaker. “(Y/L/N) at your humble service. How may I serve you?”

“Oh-uh is Garcia around” replied a high-pitched voice, which I immediately recognized as Reid. I don’t know whether or not I should be insulted that he wanted Penelope or pleased that I probably still have him flustered.

“She’s a bit pre-occupied at the moment. But rest assured I can find whatever you need Doc. Especially if you ask nicely.”

“Uh-I need you to pull up information on the mothers. We think they were all in the same sorority, however not necessarily at the same time. We need a list of all the members of the sorority from the time the mothers joined with a 3-year pre- and post-graduation.”

“No problemo sweetness. Anything else I can do for you? I have a lot of other services that can be helpful.” I stated, a teasing tone in my voice as I already set up my search.

“No-no, that’s all. Um thanks.” I can already picture the blush coating his cheeks as he stammered his response.

“Alright love, call me back if you need anything. Or if you change your mind.” I hung up the phone and started organizing the list in front of me.

And from then on, I have enjoyed pretty much all the moments I had with the BAU. It took some time, but Spencer now has accepted and even returned my little flirtations. We often get compared to Garcia and Morgan. But with a lot more sexual tension, at least on my end. I have to remind myself from time to time to calm down before I combust in the middle of a conference room or the bullpen. C'est la vie.

I made my way to the cavern of all things amazing and settled in front of my computers. Pen looked at me with a knowing expression on her face. “You’re gloomy.”

I pouted as I put my earpiece on. “I am not gloomy, I am horny,” I rebuked.

“How long has it been since you got some?”

“I’m not sure but it feels like I have not gotten any since the Stone Age,” I groaned out.

“I don’t know why you don’t just tell him how you feel,” she pointed her pink glittery pen in my direction, “I bet he would fuck you right here if you let him.”

And there goes my thought process, as always, overtaken by Spencer Reid. “Babe, please. This is not helping my situation.”

“Just telling you how it is.”

●●●

We have been sitting in front of these screens for hours. The team has made some progress but they’re missing an important piece to fit the puzzle. Garcia has been looking into the background of the neighbors when I heard a small stomach grumble coming from her direction. I let out a laugh as she huffed out “I am going to grab a snack from the breakroom, you want anything boo?”

“If it ain’t alcohol or chocolate, I don’t want it.”

“Noted,” she said as she left the room. I really hope she finds a couple of cupcakes or something.

I continued trying to get information on these missing kids when my headpiece played the Doctor Who theme song, informing me that Einstein was calling in. “Goddess of knowledge and wisdom at your disposal.”

“I didn’t know I had Athena at my fingertips.” How is it possible that nine words have short-circuited my brain just now? Is it the voice or the way he basically called me a Greek Deity? Probably both.

Of course I slyly responded, “Oh my Hephaestus, you have all of me at your fingertips.” I heard a chuckle and I immediately knew it belonged to Morgan. A slight blush crept onto my cheeks when I heard a random voice asking why Spencer called his girlfriend in the middle of a case.

“I should have mentioned that you were on speakerphone.”

“Naughty boy, you know I charge extra for groups.” Now this was followed by some choked out noises and a bunch of giggles. I could only assume the whole precinct was amused by my antics at this point.

“Can you ever forgive me?”

“I can, for a price.”

“A price?”

“Yes, a price that I would inform you of in private. Now the reason for your call…” I drew out. Thank goodness Garcia wasn’t here. I don’t need her looking at me as if I am a phone sex operator.

“I need you to check foster children between the ages of four and eight within a 25-mile radius. We are looking for a homosexual couple that were looking to adopt but were rejected. The names should be on multiple applications among different sites. Let me know what you find.”

“I’ll have that information at the palm of your hands soon” Meanwhile, I am over here wishing that I was at the palm of his hands.

“Thank you, my Goddess” I can’t help but smile when he says things like this. Since when were the roles reversed in our friendship?

“Anything for a gorgeous worshipper. TTYL.”

Garcia chose that moment to walk back in while I had this silly grin on my face. She stared at me and I already knew what she was going to say.

“If you don’t have a piece of chocolate or a cocktail on you, I am not talking.”

All she did was laugh at me.

●●●

The team was able to find all four boys safely. The UnSubs were a male couple who wanted to adopt but kept facing discrimination against the agencies. It is a shame that they felt they had to resort to kidnapping in order to have a family.

Now Garcia and I are scanning the notes the team faxed to us earlier today. They informed us that they would be back here in half an hour or so.

“Shoot, I didn’t think it would take this long to scan these damn files.” Garcia murmured. I looked over at her and saw a small stack of documents that still needed to be put into the system.

I walked over and grabbed the pile from her. “Go, I’ll take care of it from here doll.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad. You did your portion of the work already.”

“Don’t you have to be at the rehearsal in 20 minutes? How is the theater going to operate without their main lead?” I placed the documents on my side of the desk and moved to gather Garcia’s belongings. I picked up her purse and jacket before handing it to her, quickly pushing her towards the door. “I got this, think of it as an IOU.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I owe you big. Thank you sugar, see you tomorrow.” Garcia hurriedly exited the door and headed towards the elevator.

I looked towards the papers, a low groan leaving my mouth. The faster I go through this, the better.

●●●

I was just finished implementing all the documents into the computer when I heard a knock at the door. I turned around and saw Spencer’s head peeking through. “Evening handsome, to what do I owe this visit?”

“Garcia passed by me a while ago and informed me you were in here finishing some extra work. I wanted to check on you; see if you needed my help.”

“Thanks Doc, but you’re a few minutes too late. I already finished scanning the files. Besides, you’re not the best with technology, much less these computers.”

“Maybe not. But I am a fast learner and I pay close attention to detail.” Either my ears were playing a trick on me or Spencer’s voice lowered an octave or two.

I remembered what Penelope said earlier today and decided to just go for it. “I could collect on that price from earlier.” I leaned against the desk and stared into his eyes. C’mon Doc, pick up the hint. Rather, pick me up instead.

“Well I was thinking that I can get you dinner.” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.

That’s great, but not what I had in mind. “I was hoping for something else” I looked into his eyes, then slowly trailed my eyes downwards. Kiss me. Kiss me. Touch me. Lick me. Fuck me. Kiss me.

Unfortunately, Spencer is not a mind reader. He lowered his head and looked slightly dejected. “Oh well umm—would you prefer to go to a theater?” Oh Doc, you sexy, naïve, intelligent, innocent man. I guess if you want something you have to do it yourself.

I sat on the edge of my desk. “Come here Spencer.”

His head perked up, slightly intrigued since I rarely call him by his name. He walked to where I was sitting but there was still space between us.

“Closer, I don’t bite.” Unless you want me to.

He moved closer to me and I was able to rest my hands on his shoulders. Thankfully the height of the table let us be more at level with one another.

I made sure to look into his eyes as I said “I am going to kiss you. If that isn’t something you want, tell me now.”

He was speechless. His mouth was moving but no sounds came out. If the circumstances were different I would have appreciated seeing his rattled expression once more. I waited a few seconds, but he still has yet to say anything.

“Spen-mmh” before I knew it, his mouth was upon mine. He gently cradled my face as his lips moved against my own. My eyes closed as I felt nothing but bliss. As cliché as it sounds, I was in paradise because of this kiss alone.

His tongue peeked and swiped against my lower lip, trying to have a taste of me. I was more than happy to grant him entrance, a moan leaving my body as his tongue touched mine.

All parts of me were trying to feel him. I had one hand in his hair while the other grabbed onto the back of his shirt. My chest was pressed against his while my legs lazily wrapped around his midsection. His scent was intoxicating to me. It was a coffee-like smell as if he just walked out of a café. He tasted so sweet, all I wanted to do was keep his mouth on mine. But my body needed air so I slowly pulled away.

He tried to catch his breath as his forehead rested against mine. “So you don’t want dinner?”

“Doc the only thing I am hungry for right now is you. We’ll get food afterward, alright?” Spencer nodded his head while licking his lips. My eyes hungrily followed the action and I just had to get another taste. I pulled him towards me, his hands once again holding onto my face. He was much more dominant with this kiss, and I was more than willing to give him the control. His hands then trailed down to my hips and pulled me closer to his pelvis. I jerked against him and was rewarded with a groan.

He squeezed me tighter as his lips broke away from mine once more. He placed a peck on my lips, then my cheek before trailing down my neck. I felt my body heat up as I released a small moan. Fucking hell, he is going to be the death of me and we barely did anything.

Spencer started to lightly nibble on my neck when I pulled him back by his hair. “It is summer and I am not wearing a turtleneck in 80° weather. If you’re gonna give me some hickeys, they better be on my chest.” He murmured something that I couldn’t quite comprehend before undoing the buttons of my blouse.

Hell, I am not the only one who is gonna be undressed so I started unbuttoning his dress shirt as well. It was a race to see who would get the other’s shirt off first. Of course I lost because my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. But when his warm lips kissed their way towards the middle of my cleavage, I felt like a fucking champion.

I tried my best to shimmy out of the sleeves of my blouse while Spencer attempted to take my bra off, his lips still leaving a love mark against my chest. Once we got rid of the shirt and the bra, his mouth immediately enveloped one of my nipples.

“Fuck” I yelped loudly, “a little warning next time Doc.”

“Sorry” he muttered as he continued to suck on my breast while palming the other between his dexterous fingers. That had to be the most insincere apology I have ever heard from him. An idea came across my head. I slowly removed his shirt, watching it pool on the floor. I then raked the nails of one hand across his chest while the other pulled against his hair. Hard. He retaliated by lightly biting my nipple. Fuck, the plan backfired. Abort mission, abort the damn mission.

Spencer let out a small chuckle as he pulled away from my breast, an audible pop leaving his mouth. My hands went to his face and I moved him up to look at me. His eyes were dilated and his mouth was swollen. His face was flush and he was taking deeper breaths than usual. He looked so beautiful like this.

He had a dorky smile on his face and I realized that I said the words out loud. I felt my face heat up fast and he swiftly commented “I’d never thought I’d see you be so thrown off because of me.”

He rested his hands against either side of the desk and just looked at me. “Shut up and kiss me.” I hissed, already missing the warmth of his skin against mine.

“Where do you want me to kiss you?” he asked. I was about to reply when he interrupted “Do you want me to kiss you on your lips? Or maybe you want me back on those beautiful breasts of yours?”

Have mercy on me, I never believed Spencer Reid could make me so wet just with his words. Sure, I thought of it, but I didn’t believe it would happen to me.

“Maybe you want me to go lower. Should I place my lips on that pussy of yours?” Oh my fuck, I never want this moment to end. I nodded my head so quickly, I could have sworn I given myself whiplash.

“I want to hear you say it,” he breathed out.

“Yes, yes, please. I want you to eat my pussy. Please.” I begged. Dignity be damned.

“That’s my good girl” How is it possible that he went from the dorky adorable doctor to this assertive, stimulating specimen in a matter of minutes? I didn’t think he had a sensual bone in his body. But I am glad to be proven wrong.

Spencer lowered himself to his knees while I clumsily attempted to rid myself of my skirt and panties. I lifted my lower body up as he pulled the clothing off of me. Penelope would have a field day if she knew that I was sitting butt naked on the desk with Spencer Reid between my legs. Hell, I am having a field day knowing this.

Spencer, being the teasing bastard that he has been for the past few minutes, started kissing my legs first. “That’s not where I said I wanted you to kiss me” I huffed out.

“Hush” was all he said as he continued the slow trail up, making sure to alternate between each leg. I was already breathing as if I have ran a marathon, my patience was waning at this point. Finally, he made his way to where I needed him most. He put his hands on my thighs and pushed them further apart.

My hands landed on top of his head, playing with the curls. “You’re comfortable down there Doc?” I snickered, loving the sight of his head between my legs. All he did was nip my inner thigh harshly. I shrieked at the action. I’m starting to think this man has a tiny biting fetish.

I wasn’t ready for when his tongue parted my folds. I squeaked as he teasingly lapped the arousal that had formed the second he walked into the room. I tried rolling my hips but his hands made me stay put on the desk. I never knew he could hold me down like this. I couldn’t even be mad because the pleasure he was giving me was incredible.

Spencer continued to tease me, his tongue never going where I needed it most. He made sure to explore as much as possible as leisurely as possible. “Spencer, please” I cried out. He let out a small hum, the vibration causing a shiver to rack my body.

His tongue finally entered me, much to my delight. No amount of imagination could have ever prepared me for the things this appendage can do to me. He continued this soft, flat movement that was driving me crazy. My hands tightened in his hair, hoping he would go a bit faster.

“You taste so good princess, I don’t want this to end.”

“That’s my Queen to you” I jested. He didn’t like that since he responded with a resounding smack against my outer thigh. Ouch, note to self, Spencer doesn’t like being teased during sexy times. Hmm. On second thought, continue to tease Spencer during sexy times.

I felt his finger probe my entrance, moving up and down before pushing inside of me. I let out a distressing whine as he started slowly moving his finger in and out of me, curling as he did so. His mouth was on my clit, sucking and kissing it as if he has done so all his life.

My body started heating up and trembling. I tried, and failed, to roll my hips against the movement. “Spe-Spencer” I wailed. He didn’t relent.

Spencer entered a second finger into me as his tongue gave small, flickering motions against my bundle of nerves. I had to move one hand to my mouth to prevent any loud noises from being heard outside the room. Shit, did we even lock the door?

That thought immediately left my mind as my core started to tighten. Spencer must have known that I was getting close to my orgasm because he moved his fingers more diligently within me. I felt his fingers curl as they pulled out, I felt his tongue lick thoroughly against my pearl, I felt my ecstasy rising within me. It took one more deep press of his fingers and a harsh suck for me to come all over his face. I bit down on my fingers as I moaned out loud.

“That was so much better then what I imagined” I panted out, the words barely coming out comprehensible. I had a giant smile decorating my face.

He pulled his face up, a smug grin gracing his face. “Is this what you were thinking about earlier this morning?” he taunted. I couldn’t even give him a smartass remark because I was too busy trying to come back to reality. He pulled his fingers out and held them in front of my face.

“Open” he ordered. I complied and he pushed his fingers inside of my mouth. “You look so pretty when you follow instructions well. See how good you taste.”

I pulled my head back, taking his fingers out of my mouth. “I bet I taste a lot better on that tongue of yours.”

He tangled his hand in my hair and pulled me to a kiss. I immediately opened and welcomed his tongue against mine. I was right, I do taste better on him. I let out a deep moan and pulled away far enough to gently bite down on his lower lip.

He looks at me, that devilish tongue of his running against his lower lip before entering my mouth once again. With his lips still on mine, he picked me up and move to sit on my desk chair. It was nothing short of a miracle that we managed not to fall on the floor.

I placed my hand on top of his erection through his slacks and he drew a quick intake of breath. I started palming him as I grinded myself against him. I pulled back as I whispered, “I need you, Spencer”.

“Y’know this is the most I have heard you call me by my name in any given moment we have been together.” He unzipped his slacks and pushed down his pants and boxers as much as he could with me on top of him.

I looked down, finally being able to see his cock. Is it possible to get aroused further through sight alone? Because I think I creamed myself again. God, I wish I could show him my oral skills, but we’ll save that for another time.

“Would you rather I call you by something else?” I asked, attempting to move my lower body so that it can align with his cock. I say attempt because Spencer currently had his hands on my thighs again.

“No, I like the way my name sounds as you moan it out. Don’t hide your pleasure from me this time.” He maneuvered my legs to rest upon the armrest on either side of the chair, leaving my pussy wide open for him.

I gave him an incredulous look. “Are you forgetting that we are at work?”

He started rubbing the tip of his cock against my lower lips. “I didn’t forget. I just don’t fucking care.” And with that, he slowly penetrated me.

We both groaned at the intrusion. He gradually started entering me as I adjusted to his size. Inch by inch, he gave me all of him until he was buried to the hilt. I took a moment to savor the feel of Spencer inside of me before I started grinding against him. He took that as a hint to begin thrusting.

He started slow, taking his time and having us enjoy the feeling of one another. “Your cunt is so fucking tight” he hissed into my ear and I gave out a loud whine.

“That’s because you have such a big cock, Doc” I managed to moan out. He smacked my ass before grabbing each cheek tightly in his hands. “I want you to call me by my name” he grits out.

“Spencer, baby please give it to me. I’ve been waiting for this Spencer, I’ve been waiting for you.” He started kissing my neck once more and my eyes started to closed. I wanted to focus on the pleasure he was giving me.

He tightly grabbed me, moving my hips along with his thrusts. I was close to being pushed over the edge once more. The only sounds occupying the room were our moans and skin smacking against skin as we chased our pleasure.

“Open your mouth” I heard him say. I opened my eyes to see his thumb positioned over my lips. I let out a small whimper as I sucked his digit earnestly. I made sure to coat his finger with a lot of saliva, knowing exactly what he was going to do with it when it was out of my mouth.

He pulled his thumb out and immediately placed it on my clit. I gave out an embarrassingly loud sob as he started moving his finger against me in soft circular motions. I placed my lips on his neck, trying to muffle the noise coming out of my throat.

Spencer quickly grabbed my hair and pulled my head away as he started to slow down. “How many times do I have to tell you that I want to hear your pleasure?” In that moment, Spencer controlled my mind, body, and soul.

“I’m sorry Spencer. I’ll be your good girl, please don’t stop.” He returned back to the previous pace and thrust into me even harder. We both started chasing our orgasms, not being able to hold back any longer. He was pounding into me relentlessly and I was loving it. I am sure that I am going to be sore after this.

“Come for me (Y/N), I want to feel this tight cunt squeeze around my cock.” Say less, I am already ahead of you. My eyes were rolling to the back of my head and I felt my pussy pulsate around him. With one last motion against his thumb, I cried out his name multiple times as I climaxed.

Spencer whispered my name as he continued pushing into me, chasing his own orgasm. He thrust a couple more times before quickly pulling out, spilling himself over my stomach. I panted as I laid my head against the crook of his neck. His fingers thrummed a slow rhythm upon my lower back.

“So about that dinner... do you want to get Indian food?”

“Yeah, I can go for some samosas right now.”

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kopikokun · 4 years ago

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(Don't) Tell Me More༄ m.taeil

↳ Taeil's loaded, and that's a severe understatement. So, what on earth is this rich kid doing cleaning pools every Sunday? Looking for love, of course, and a little help with rubbing sunscreen on his back. Ultraviolet protection's a must; it's getting real hot in here.

pairing: (secret rich kid) pool boy!taeil x gn rich kid!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive

warning(s): the suggestive bit is the unaddressed tension, and the one joke about bad porn taeil makes. overall, just the ~vibes~ haha

word count: 2153 words

author's note: i got... carried away. no worries, the starved taeil fans deserve a meal. idk how many years it'll take for the next one. also, please notify me if i accidentally used any gendered language. i’ve checked multiple times, but i’m human, and would sincerely appreciate if you pointed out any of my mistakes or even offered feedback ♡

☆༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: do i wanna know (arctic monkeys) ✧ head over heels (loveleo) ✧ honey (moxie) ✧ dance with me (sir, please) ✧ doubt (hippo campus) ✧ heat waves (glass animals)

← BACK TO NAVI.

Labour isn’t Taeil’s forte. Born with a gold spoon between his lips, and six digits in his bank account at five, he’s lived a life beyond lavish.

Fridays are reserved for piano lessons and tennis, Saturdays for buttering up his father’s potential clients in country clubs, and Sundays for swimming in the five meter deep pool in his backyard. Well, at least, Sundays used to be.

Taeil’s plenty passionate about swimming–freestyle, backstroke, butterfly–but about cleaning swimming pools? Not so much.

So, why is he spending every Sunday afternoon sweaty, swathed in sunscreen, and despairing over chemical imbalances? The answer is simple, and lazing on a deck chair at this very moment: you.

You’re new–courtesy of the raise in your father’s already outrageous salary–and when Taeil first lay his eyes upon you at the park, he was enamoured. He’d actually tripped on a root in his trance, and you’d crouched beside him to ask whether he was alright. Humiliated, he’d silently hobbled after as you lead him to a bench. You’d nursed the wound he hadn’t realised he’d sustained as best you could: rinsing and dabbing it dry.

“I’ll walk you home,” he’d said. “A token of appreciation, if you will.”

You’d accepted his token. The walk wasn’t far, but it was likely because you made for such good company. Taeil would be engrossed even if you droned on about cheese for an hour, which coincidentally, is exactly what Mr. Liu’s monologue had entailed the month before. That conversation had bored him half to death however.

It felt too quick; your estate was already looming over him, auguring the end of your encounter when he’d finally recovered from his ignominy. Desperate for more, Taeil had blurted out the first thing in sight: your pool. That’s why you’d mentioned your dad needing a pool cleaner every weekend, and how, despite being clueless in the department, Taeil had wholeheartedly offered himself. You’d been elated, beaming, over the moon. How could he say no?

It had seemed appealing in the moment, but his train of thought had been superficial. Turns out, those mass-produced specially-targeted summer chick-flicks were lying! Who would’ve guessed? Pool boying was not just flaunting your washboard abs and bulging biceps as you netted a few leaves. Oh no. The first few test cleans Taeil had done with his pool… well, it became off limits for a week. And an actual expert had to be hired. Those gritty aspects aren’t the most marketable, or inherently sexy, so Taeil supposes the chick-flick deceits are partially excused.

But back to what matters: you. Your–how should he put it?–spunk, hadn’t been anticipated. Not an ounce of that pretentious reticence the local wealthy feel entitled to prevails in you. It’s refreshing. You’re adrenaline personified. Just your presence has Taeil’s heart palpitating. Since he’d been hired, every week has been more fleeting glances, yearning touches, puckish banter. And last week… well, there’s no time for that, because now you’re beckoning him over, your hand wrapped around a tube of sunscreen. Taeil prances to you, complaisant.

“Sit,” you urge, dragging a wicker stool in front of you. “You’re done for today, right?”

“Yeah, water didn’t need treatment this week. Just skimmed the surface for debris.” Taeil hesitates. He feels awkward after last week, when he’d kissed you. Yes, kissed you. You haven’t said a word about it since, and there’s no way in hell he’s doing it first. “But, it’s okay. I’m gonna go soon.”

“Aww, please, Taeil? Sit?” You pat the chair and smile, eyelashes glinting in the sun. That’s all it takes for Taeil to succumb, the rattan crackling beneath his weight. Your fingers graze his arm. “It’s a hot day, huh? A swim would be nice.”

His eyebrows crease. "Sorry, were you waiting?"

“No, no, it’s fine.” You tilt your head. “But…”

“What?”

“Do you want to go swimming with me?”

Taeil fists the material of his swim shorts, spine erect. The fabric crinkles. Whether he wants to what? “Oh, uh, well, I don’t wanna intrude. I’m sure your parents wouldn’t be happy about me swimming in their pool.”

The heat of your body seeps into his skin as your arms coil around his. “They don’t mind, and if they did, they’re not home to say so.”

This feels like the start of a trashy porn. Taeil flushes. “Oh.”

“So? What do you say?”

His adam’s apple buoys. “Sure. Wouldn’t hurt, right?”

“Exactly.” The sunscreen’s cap clacks open. “Here, you gotta reapply more.” Taeil extends his palm, and you squeeze some into it.

He deliberates his next move. It’s difficult to think when you’re gazing at him like that, lashes batting and lips curled into a demure smile. “You don’t mind if I”–he rubs his nape with a free hand–“uh, take off my shirt, right? I don’t wanna dirty your pool.”

“Sure! I definitely wouldn’t mind, so long as you’re okay with it.” You tuck your knees to your chest. “Why? Do you want me to look away?”

“No, I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t making you uncomfortable.” Taeil’s going to pass out, he’s betting money on it.

He doesn’t, but he does glow incandescent when he strips himself of his clammy shirt. The humid air only exacerbates his feverish blush.

Growing up, Taeil’s parents always emphasised presentability, and he’s nothing if not presentable. He’s proud of his physique, diligently maintaining it with rigorous exercise, and sure, he’s had a few self-conscious blips, but they’re transient. Taeil knows he’s attractive, yet under your keen eye, he rubs sunscreen–on his neck, chest, and abdomen–hunched forward.

“Do you need help?” You peer over his shoulder, wagging the aquamarine bottle like bait. “With your back. You know, for the spots you can’t reach?”

You’ll be the death of him. You’re going to kill him, but he honestly wouldn’t mind that. Taeil’s never had any ‘spots he can’t reach’, but, “Yeah, sure. Thanks.”

Your fingers are ridiculously delicate, like you’re weaving gossamer across his back–sunscreen webs, if that’s a thing. Taeil’s sure someone would pay grotesquely for that. Mr. Liu would.

Neither of you speak, only the sound of skin against skin drifting alongside the scent of coconut oil and cocoa butter. At one point, your nails unintentionally trail his back, and Taeil shivers.

His body tingles with the vestige of your touch, and when he assumes you’re done, you stun him with a good, hard, satisfying squeeze to his shoulders; the ones twined rigid from graft. Taeil actually groans in relief, which had probably stunned you. Or maybe that’s what you were hoping for.

Internally, he’s broiling in mortification, but externally, his shoulders slacken, his head hangs forward, and his exhales are long and grateful. It’s embarrassing. For crying out loud, he has his own professional masseuse, yet when it’s you doing it–yeah, he needn’t elaborate further. He’s gushed about you enough.

“Feels nice, right?”

“God, yeah, it feels”–a particularly forceful squeeze elicits another groan from him–“good. Do you have any experience? You’re amazing at this.”

“Just my dad. When I was younger he used to pay me to massage his shoulders after work,” you say, fingers miraculously knowing exactly which muscle to knead at what intensity. Is this what heaven feels like? “Well, there was also the massage course I signed up for a few years ago.”

“Well”–another sigh–“it definitely paid off.”

“It better have, given how pricey it was.” Your lilt is roguish, and it sounds like you’re enjoying this as much as Taeil is.

He wants to die like this, but you’re already standing, and stretching your arms overhead before he can really soak the sensation in.

“Let’s go for that swim, huh?”

“Uh,” Taeil blinks, dazed, “yeah.”

He trails after you, facing away when you lower yourself into the water without qualms. Duh, it’s your pool. Why would you have scruples about swimming in your pool? Taeil, on the other hand, dithers, because it’s not his pool, and he can’t help but fret that your parents could walk in on you swimming with the pool boy.

“Hurry up! A little water’s not gonna hurt you.”

“I’m not scared of the water,” he says, staring pointedly at you. He’s never felt so vehemently for someone before, and you’re so… unpredictable. It’s invigorating. It’s terrifying. Do you like him, or are you just bored?

He ventures as far as sitting on the edge of the pool’s deck, where water kisses concrete. His legs dangle, acclimating to both the temperature, and the reality that he really is about to jump into his employer’s pool. The water is cold, caressing his leg as you wade closer to stand between his knees. Your eyes sweep over him. Taeil’s stomach coils. He hopes you like what you see.

“You okay?” you ask, hand over his right knee. It’s freezing. “You look a little flushed.”

Your hand crawls further up his leg. “Yeah,” he scoffs, “I wonder why.”

“Aw, don’t be shy,” you grin, upturning your palms and offering them to him. “Come on.”

Taeil should’ve thought your motives through, but how could he have denied your invitation? He’s still a guy, and well, it’s you. Regardless, he should’ve scrounged up some semblance of prudence because it was blatant what you’d needed his hands for. To pull him under. Literally.

The tug is harsh and efficient, jolting him forward into the polar depths before he can object. Taeil’s not thinking straight–the stark contrast in temperatures pummel his rationality–so he grabs the closest thing he can: you. It’s reckless of him, given the two of you are in the deep end and he could drown you. But risks evade his psyche as he loops his arms around your waist, your body pressing into his. Fortunately, he won’t be facing charges anytime soon because you do resurface, still in his arms, and strangely, you’re not pissed, you’re laughing. Laughing so hard your head’s thrown back, and your body trembles. It’s not funny–you could’ve died for God’s sake–but Taeil feels a rumble course through him; a chuckle, a giggle, a laugh. Now, he’s laughing too, though there’s nothing funny about this. He’s laughing because you’re laughing, and that’s enough of a reason for him.

“Are you okay?” you finally say, titters dissolving into a faint smile. “That was mean of me, sorry.”

Your face is inches from his, so Taeil’s voice shrinks. “No, it’s fine. I’m sorry I grabbed onto you though. And, oh, uh”–he starts loosening his grip of you–“sorry I–”

"No, wait.” This time, it’s your arms curling around him. “It’s fine. I don’t mind this. It feels… nice.”

“Yeah… it - it does.”

The water laps at his sternum, and Taeil takes his chances by nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. You let him, though neither of you know each other enough for this kind of intimacy. Maybe that’s why he’s so enthralled by you. Hell, you don’t even know he’s the son of some rich socialite. To you, he’s just the pool boy. Maybe that’s why you’re playing along with him. Because there’s something exhilarating about chasing something you shouldn’t when you’ve never had to run before. Because there’s a thrill in pain when you’re unscathed. Because when you’re someone like you and Taeil, mistakes can be afforded. Anyway, what does Taeil know of pain? In fact, what does he know of you to think this? It isn’t like he knows what your intentions are with him. You’re unpredictable. That’s your whole schtick. It’s funny, because Taeil knows your pool’s pH levels better than you.

Your fingers scrape into his sopping hair.

Or maybe he likes you for you. Maybe he likes what little of you he does know. So, does he want to know more?

“What do you think of me?” he murmurs against your skin.

“You’re fun.”

“Is that all?”

“Well, then, what do you think of me?”

Taeil lifts his head from your shoulder, the strength of his embrace withering. “Honestly, I don’t really know.”

You grin. “See? It’s hard to put into words, right?”

“I guess,” he smiles. You make it sound nice that you don’t know him. You make it sound like there’s just too much that you can’t express it. Maybe that’s what’s happening right now. Maybe there’s just too much Taeil likes about you to comprehend, so he thinks there’s nothing he really likes about you at all.

“You’re funny, Taeil.”

He isn’t. “Thanks.”

Taeil’s unsure how much time passes; long enough that the water’s gone tepid at least.

“Do you… like me?” he asks. Maybe if he hears you say yes, he’ll know what all the things he adores about you are.

There’s a pause.

“You’re fun, right?” you ask, thumbing a rivulet from his cheek.

“Yeah, I’ve been told I am.”

“Then, yes.” Your lips brush his. “I like you, Taeil.”

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elysianslove · 4 years ago

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hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

-🐥

hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

#dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #tim drake x reader #tim drake headcanon #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #batboys x reader #batboys headcanons

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flightlessangelwings · 4 years ago

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HoneyBunnXOXO

Santiago “Pope” Garcia x fem!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: reader is a stripper/cam girl, brief assault, smut, oral (f receiving), Santi is a mischievous little shit, protective!Santi

Happy birthday @damerondjarin this one is for you!!

The music pulsed through the main area of the club and echoed through the backstage area where you and your coworkers sat in front of the mirrors to put the finishing touches on your looks. You glanced down the line and smiled as you thought about how lucky you were to work with such an amazing and diverse group of women. Plus, you were even more lucky to have an amazing boyfriend that supported you in what you chose to do for a living and loved you regardless.

When you first met Santiago Garcia, you were nervous to tell him that you were a stripper. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of what you did, but you had some bad experiences with exes when they found out about your career. But, Santi was different. It didn’t matter to him, and he made you laugh when he told you he actually found it pretty hot.

That was months ago, and your job never got in the way of your relationship since. Santi even came to the club at least once a week so watch you work. It always made you smile when you saw how into it he really was, and you found that you made more money whenever he was in the audience because you tried to be extra sexy just for him.

“Is your boyfriend coming by tonight, Honey Bunn?” Nova, a beautiful blonde, asked from your left.

You smiled, “He is actually.”

A chorus of “ooo’s” rang down the line of girls. It wasn’t unknown that everyone you worked with found Santi attractive, and he was always kind to the girls too as they all loved it whenever he came by.

“I swear girl,” Nova went on in a light tone, “If you ever mess up with him, I’m shooting my shot.”

“Not if I shoot mine first,” another girl, Cherry, chimed in.

You rolled your eyes playfully and you all burst into laughter. The girls liked to joke around, and you were completely fine with when they looked at him, but you knew they would never actually make a move on your man. Especially not when they saw how happy you were with him.

The night went on as usual and the club was packed like it always was on a Saturday night. When it was your turn on the poll, you spotted Santiago in the crowd right away and gave him a wink before you went on with your routine. He sauntered up to the stage and threw some money at you along with a kiss, and after that, men rushed up in droves to tip you.

With a thunderous applause, you gathered your money and left the stage before you went out on the floor to mingle and offer lap dances and drinks. It was the routine for you and the girls, and you all felt safe at the club with security posted all around to make sure none of the guys ever got handsy with any of you. And so far, there haven't been many incidents.

Until tonight.

You walked around the floor with a tray of shots in your hands. Everything was fine until a tall man approached you and asked for a shot. He seemed a little tipsy, but not completely trashed, so you handed him the little cup and told him it would be $1. When he handed you the bill, he took your hand and refused to let go.

“Sir, please don’t touch me,” you spoke in a firm voice. It happened before when men would try to take your hand or their touch would linger on your body for too long, but usually a firm voice or a stern look from security made them back off.

But not this guy. He only tightened his grip on you and pulled you in close to him, which made you drop the tray from your hands. You pleaded for him to let you go, but he wrapped an arm around you and squeezed your ass roughly. He leaned in and tried to kiss your neck, but you managed to push his face away, though you couldn’t wriggle free from his grip.

Tears filled your eyes as fear coursed through your veins. You had never felt this panicked from a man at the club before, and how that it happened, you couldn’t stop shaking. The music seemed to drown your cries for help as you tried again to push the man off of you.

Then, suddenly, he was ripped from your body and you looked to see your boyfriend in front of you, positioned between you and the man who assaulted you. You reached out for him, and as if on instinct, Santi wrapped his arm protectively around you. The security guard wooshed by just then and grabbed on to the man, who was still writhing on the floor, while Santi led you to the backstage area.

“Are you ok baby?” he asked once you two were away from the loud music.

With a sniffle, you nodded as you leaned into his embrace again. You had been at this job for years, and nothing like this had ever happened to you before. And now that it did, you were understandably freaked out.

“Let’s get you home,” Santi said as he led you to your station and gathered all your belongings. You saw Nova and Cherry on the other end of the room with worried looks on their faces, and you gave them a weak smile to try to ease their minds.

Santi took you to his house and you spent the rest of the night in his arms. His strong grip on you had never felt more comforting as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and reassured you that you were safe. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep, but when you woke up the next morning, his grip was still just as tight.

You felt calmer now as you watched your boyfriend sleep, and you were so grateful that he was there last night. With a soft smile on your face, you gently kissed his nose, which made him stir. Santi blinked the sleep away from his eyes and was alert within seconds as he said your name in a voice that was still rough from sleep.

“How are you feeling, baby?”

“Better now,” you replied in a hushed tone as you kissed him again, “Thank you, Santi.”

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. You know I’ll always take care of you,” the sincere tone of his voice made you tear up again and you squeezed him even tighter. He leaned into you and held you tight against his chest as he continued in a more serious tone, “Listen,” he said your name, “I want to talk to you about working at the club.”

You looked up at him with furrowed brows, “What do you mean? You've never had a problem with my job before,” you didn’t mean to get as defensive in your tone as you did.

“I don’t,” Santi retorted right away, “I’m just worried about you staying safe, that’s all.”

He had a point, you had to admit, especially after what happened last night. If you were honest about yourself, you weren’t sure if you even wanted to go back right away. Part of you knew you’d miss it, but you also knew that the incident would always be in the back of your mind going forward. You were torn, and you didn’t know what to do.

Then, you remembered something that Cherry told you and you got an idea, “What if I switched to being a cam girl?”

“A cam girl?”

“Yeah, like I can do strip teases and stuff online as a live stream. I can still do what I’m good at, and I can do it completely safe at home,” you grinned up at him.

Santi couldn’t help but chuckle at your comment, “You are good at it baby,” he kissed the top of your head as he thought it over for a moment, “Alright. I like that idea,” he paused, “And it’s kind of hot that you’ll work from here,” you knew that mischievous look on his face, “I like this idea.”

Over the next few weeks, you opened your account on the website and Santi helped you get yourself set up in his spare room. He also helped you take all your things home from the club. It was hard for you to leave the girls, but you knew you would stay in touch with your coworkers that had become your family. And, Santi was right, you were safer doing this from home than you were at the club.

And you were pleasantly surprised when it took you no time at all to become successful in your new business. Your friends at the club gave your account information to some of the regulars that had watched you dance for a long time, and the word spread fast. Before long, you were making as much money online under the username HoneyBunnXOXO as you did when you worked at the club.

You started with just strip teases and sexy chair dances, like you did when you worked as a stripper. Soon enough, however, your audience wanted more and you started to do more risque and sexual things on your live streams. And you even found a big confidence boost from all the compliments you got.

Santi supported you the entire time. Hell, he even watched from the other side of the room sometimes with a lustful look on his face. And he pounced on you the moment you were done, which you never complained about. Santi even surprised himself at how sexy he found your new cam girl career.

One evening, on your stream, you sat on your comfortable pile of blankets with your legs spread open and your finger on your clit. The comments and the tips poured in, and so many men commented on how beautiful your moans were.

From the doorway, Santi watched you and he couldn’t help the way he licked his lips at the sight of you. He never felt the sting of jealousy too much, and you always made sure to let him know that although you put yourself on display for people online, he was the only one that was allowed to touch you.

And that was when Santi got an idea.

He quietly slipped around the camera and got down on his knees in front of you. Without warning, he kissed your core right on your clit, which made you yelp in surprise. You looked down at him with wide eyes only to be met with his mischievous gaze. Santi winked at you before his tongue darted out to flick at your clit.

Involuntarily, you moaned loudly as Santi started to work his tongue all over your folds. You leaned back against the wall and one of your hands found its way into his hair and you held on tightly.

“Guys…” you breathed out as you addressed your viewers, “My boyfriend is licking my pussy and…” you gasped as Santi’s tongue hit sensitive spot, “Fuck…”

He chucked into you as he swirled around your clit in a way that he knew drove you absolutely wild. You arched into his touch and when you moved, you pushed your breasts out more to put yourself on display for your viewers. Faintly, you could hear the chiming sound that told you someone left you a tip.

The more Santi ate you out and the more you moaned in response, the more times you heard the chiming sound. And your moans only got louder when he added two fingers into you and pumped them in and out at a rapid pace.

No one could hear over your moans and cries, but Santi could hear the sounds from how wet your pussy was. It was his favorite sound other than when you moaned his name. He smiled into you as he picked up his pace, determined to make you come.

It didn’t take long for your climax to take you over and with a loud cry you came into his mouth. Your limbs trembled around him as you held tight to his hair. You rocked your hips as you rode out your orgasm on Santi’s face until you tapped him twice to tell him you had enough.

Santi collapsed down onto the floor as you leaned back to take a few deep breaths to collect yourself. You couldn’t help but laugh as you heard the tip chime sound again and again as you came down from your high.

Once you collected yourself, you sat back up and bid your followers goodbye and closed the window before you looked down at Santi on the floor, who still had a wide grin on his face.

“Pleased with yourself?” you asked with a smirk.

“Very,” Santi sat up and kissed you deeply, “How’d we do?” he asked when he broke away.

Honestly, you didn’t even think to check how much money you made on your stream; your mind was too preoccupied with your boyfriend’s tongue on you. When you saw the number, however, you let out a gasp and you tapped Santi’s shoulder to get him to look as well. You never made that much from a single stream before, and you were sure that it was because your moans were louder and your orgasm was more powerful from one Santiago Garcia.

But you also knew that Santi was very proud of the number, and he would be insufferable about it for a long time. And yet, who were you to complain? “Maybe we should do this again?” you asked him with a grin of your own.

Santi wrapped an arm around your waist and kissed the side of your head, “I mean I wouldn’t say no.”

You leaned into his touch with a giggle, “Let me repay you for this first, and then we can get you set up.”

Later that night, you both lay naked in bed completely exhausted from several rounds. When Santi rolled over to grab his phone, he made himself an account on the website under the username “PopeEatsPussy69.”

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