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Guinevere convincing the officer she can chill her husband out
#drawing#art#digital art#fanart#arthur pendragon#gwen pendragon#arthur pendragon fanart#gwen pendragon fanart#bbc merlin#comic#the officer sitting there like damn i did not need to know that#but also please do#bc he literally set a raccoon loose on one of our cops bc he didnât like the way the cop was looking at him#and gwenâs like well damn maybe the cop deserved it#and th officers like well he also ran and climbed up a fire escape then we found him making tea for the old man whose house he broke into#and gwenâs like jesus christ arthur#then the officers like no iâm not done we found him and then he somehow got the old man to vouch for him even though he has a broken window#arthur jumped back through after giving his number to the old man and found the hose at the bottom as we were chasing him and sprayed us#screaming âbitch ass motherfuckers trying to take away my goddamn right to meet new people#the he threw the hose at us#screamed fuck the cops#then ran into a wall#and thatâs how we got him#and gwenâs like damn okay then
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Actually obsessed with my new coworker at the farm ajdkalsl
#not snz#apparently he's some sort of cook for a living#idk what he does i just know he works in a kitchen#but this isn't like a career move or anything for him#he's super secretive about his job for some reason?? like damn how bad is it lmao#he didnât even tell us what he does i just managed to clock him#he's been here for like a week now and I've been going in extra days bc my boss is on vacation and someone needs to train him#kinda quiet the first couple days and didnât really talk until you said something to him first unless he had a question#and then i said fuck like five times in the same sentence and now he talks a lot lmao#swearing like a sailor gang unite i guess#anyway i tried to hand him off to another coworker so i could go play vet for a few of our animals#but he wanted to come and i was like đŹ#bc one of the animals has a nasty infected wound that needs hella care#and I'm the one who does it bc it makes everyone else sick and/or faint#and i go 'oh no it's okay i can do it it's kinda gross' and I'm telling him Why and everything#dude looks me in the face he's like 'i work in a kitchen'#I'm like bro respectfully i think this is a bit different from raw meat#and he proceeds to tell me that he watched someone cut part of their finger off???????#like wtf is going on in restaurants#so i was too floored by that response to say shit so he came with me#and to his credit he was very good with all the medical stuff like I'll give him that#he's just so deadpan about everything and it's so funny to me#also he can do a handstand for over a minute#like a few of us were sitting in the office vibing and trying to bond and he just drops that then did it like??#i know so much about this man and yet i know nothing about him#so yeah workhas been fun lately lmao
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am i crazy for being a little pissed off at my friend. she asked me to come water her plants while she's out of town for a week. she lives with TWO other people and i live 15 minutes away in a different fucking town, and i work another 15 minutes in the opposite direction (hint: it is extraordinarily out of my way and a pain in the ass to water her plants). Also they're plants?? 1 week without water isn't going to kill them???? just water them heavily right before leaving and again as soon as you get back. argh im just feeling like a piece of meat thats available to her to use for any stupid purpose
#honestly its just like being back in middle school when i didn't have any Good Friends. just people who wanted me to do things for them#like damn i dont know. i feel like im sitting in my therapists office and shes telling me i dont have to do everything people tell me to#and have i made like no progress on that? in fucking 8 years?#but for my own selfish reasons i need to keep this friend around until i graduate. i need someone to help me with food engineering.#or i could say fuck it and just lone wolf again... i did it for the first 2 years of college....#ive left her text on read since tuesday because like no i cant water your plants. theres like 5 options better than making me do it.#shes got her two roommates. her very good friend and coworker. the freshman. any of the knitting people she hangs out with.#bro i live in a different fucking postal code im not driving to town to water some plants that dont need water#actually yeah im saying fuck it. i dont need her. she doesnt bring joy or love when we hang out and im tired of her policing my words#girlie i will not be watering your plants and frankly this might be it. goodbye#diary post
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All that to say while itâs not tagged so whatever the inclusion of tam in fics to react to anything tim does or happens to him where sheâs a glorified assistant bc yâall are just socially aware enough to realize how including her just for that would come across is. Something.
#and yknow itd lessen the blow if they stopped making Tim the fucking ceo#smth about a black man running a white mans company for years behind the scenes just to be overshadowed by a white boy#who was created a decade after him and handed the position back after a brief stint for public perception reasons#and ras but. basically the same shit since he was never fucking running it#and this is smth I am gonna dig my feet in the ground for bc yalls quickness to erase black characters who did EVERYTHING everytime is sooo#listen even tho I like it I get the optics behind not having Lucius have built everything anymore#if there was less apathetic racism from fans and writers maybe in another universe itâd piss me off#but you canât let the man be ceo?#you have to make think pieces and fics on why the Wayneâs are terrible ppl for letting a 17 year old do all that work#when Lucius was literally doing it the entire fucking#time#and even if there was a big crisis a fucking event of rewriting the universe#superboy prime could the fabric of time and space itself again#and they could nothing BUT erase the foxes entirely#and i still wouldnât stand by it bc even if it was an interesting change#the quickness with which yâall went with it when it never really happened#i was gonna say needs to be studied but itâs racism#like whenever I talk about fandom racism itâs unconscious bias and double standards#this is right in ur face#like Itâs like. the foxes have been behind this family for sooo long#to the point where a fucking Minecraft even and most prev fans at least know of luke#and u made tam the equivalent of a funky secretary oc?#Lucius isnât even here? tim is sitting in his fucking office?#and this is not a dog whistle exactly#but the second i see a comic writer mention ceo tim in this way#i know damn well itâs more fanon infecting canon#WFA#sorry.#if I tag this tim DrakeâŚthey need to see it#idc that much actually it pisses me off but even if they saw it they wouldnât care fuck us and all
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â BON APPĂTIT, BABY! â g. satoru
â sum. stupid ovulation week is approaching soon and out of nowhere, you get baby fever. you ask your sugar daddy for help but his version of âhelpâ is trying to get you pregnant.
wc. 5.1k
warnings. fem! reader, sugar daddy!gojo au, age gap (early twenties/early thirties), praise, dirty talk, mentions of pregnancy, implied multiple rounds, size kink, Ĺral (f! receiving), he makes out w your panties, overstim, major brÄeding kink, nÄąpple play, spÄąt, impact play, petnames.
⤠sd! gojo masterlist.
fuck, these cramps never knew when to quit.
you were crawled up in a ball on the sofa, suffering in agonizing silence. you sigh, taking a brisk glance near the grandfather clock that sits beside satoru gojo, your sugar daddyâs glass cabinets. oh, you missed him. itâs been a few good months with him as his sugar baby and you felt like a princessâno, a queen. heâs showered you with many many praises, not just gifts but of course, that too. youâre so lonely in his mansion, but you wondered what he was doing right now. probably working, you knew how busy of a businessman he was, but you missed him. his smell, his presence, his petnames. whipping out your phone, you unlock it, skimming toward his contact. âtoruâ with a pretty pink heart as his contact, you text him a sweet forward âmiss you.â
not even seconds later, he replies, giving your message a heart. âHi, sweetheart. i miss you too. being a good girl for me, yeah?â
with a pout, your eyes skim through his flirty words and you press the video call button. you couldnât wait. . you needed to see him. satoru answers it, and as expected, heâs sat upright in his office. so handsome, his snowy white hair was ruffled yet neatly slicked back and parted. he wore the suit you picked out for him, the jet-black one with a tie that makes his pretty blue eyes pop. âhey you,â a raspy voice utters on the phone, and heâs snickering at how youâre just lazily slump on the couch, bored out of your damn skull. âput some clothes on, darlinâ.â
âno,â you grump, although you did have clothes on. clothes that basically consisted of a thin sage tank top and panties. satoru was typing on his computer. you heard the quickness of his fingers typing away as heâs taking every few glances to look at you again. âcome home, âtoru. these cramps are killinâ me,â and you mumble the last part under your breath. â. . andiwantababy.â
itâs a long silent pause and heâs fully looking at you through the screen now. all that could be heard in the background was the screeching and beeps of his costly fax machine.
satoruâs got a glint in his eyes before his voice pitches, and he slyly hums. âoh, you want a baby, sweets? my, you really do need me âta come home, huh.â
you squeeze your thighs together, positioning your phone to lie in landscape modeâyou were still a bit sensitive from earlier, from touching yourself. as your breath excitingly hitches, you couldnât help but pout again.
â âtoru, think âm havinâ baby fever or something,â and your words were oh so sweet. satoruâs sitting up against his chair, leaning up against his palm. the shine of his expensive g-shock glimmers in the light within each time he moves. âcome home, please.â
âsweetheart,â he tsks, two white arched brows piercing together. he could never say no to you, he spoiled you so much . . not that he never minded either. you were his baby, and satoru playfully scoffs at your needy declaration. âyou really canât wait another hour? iâm almost done.â
âno,â you grouse, a cute glower stretching across your features, marinating as you speak. satoru chuckles at your bratty persistence, and you watch as he fixes his tie, lightly tugging on it.
âfine, fine,â he gruffs. âiâm coming, princess. wear that new designer set i bought for you, okay? ya know the one, the rose-gold?â
smearing your glossed lips against each other, you give him a nod. you ached for him, each second you spent on the phone was a constant reminder of how he wasnât there with you. satoru found your clinginess adorable though. it was cute how youâd always text and call him while heâs at work. even if his responses were hours late, heâd always get back to you, sending you sweet âhi babyâ and âi miss you more, pretty,â âs.
if you were feeling bold, youâd send him a few pictures of yourself in one of the many expensive custom-made sets of lingerie he buys you.
his favorite would have to be the âsatoru gojoâ exclusive brand of lingerie for women, he literally bought the entire stock of all colors just for you.
âokay,â you mumble, already making your way toward his bedroom. a few of his servants and butlers were dusting away at furniture and his entire mansion was huge. it was spacey, you could practically get lost in it. as you stomp lightly, the bare soles of your feet slide against the glassy-textured floor before you glance down at your screen. âdrive safe.â
âi will, sweets. see you soon, yeah?â
with a beep, the call ends and itâs just you trapped in your own silent thoughts.
as you made your way to the master bedroom, immediately, youâre met with the loud cologne scent of satoru. itâs enchanting, itâs always the same smell of cinnamon and spices. satoru gojo always smelled rich regardless. rich was his middle name. you dig through your walk-in closet he had made for you, fishing out the set he wanted to see you wear. it was dashingly pretty.
he bought the rose-gold set as a gift for your birthday, and even if it did hurt his pockets a lot, he never cared. anything for youâhis pretty baby.
about forty minutes later, satoru returns home finally and he yawns, stretching his long limbs. you scurry to him, your head reaching just near the center of his chest and he lightly jerks back.
âhey baby,â he returns the hug, big callused hands roaming up and down your exposed skin. the lingerie fit you perfectly, displaying your curves and gorgeous physique. satoru buried his face into the crook of your neck, planting a soft kiss. âyouâre so spoiled. i canât always leave work jusâ because you miss me, yâknow.â
âi know,â you let off a soft moan, his soft lips creating gingerly mushy traces everywhere near your skin. he was always so tender, nips of kisses slowly turning into flicks with his tongue. satoruâs left hand slowly snakes near your leg, raising it up before wrapping it around his slim torso. your ankle rubs against the burberry belt he wore. it clanks loudly and he then lifts you up. âs- satoru!â
âwhat?â he hums, leading you closer toward the bed.
you heard the playfulness in his tone, and heâs got you in such a firm grasp. his fingertips continue to roam down your soft skin, snagging against the laced fabric that wraps around your body like a christmas present. âgod, youâre so hot,â he murmurs in a raspy tone, and you glance at his parted slick backed hair. itâs unkempt now, white strands and tresses running down his eyes. he lies you down on the bed gently, and thatâs when he gets on top of you.
you gulp, meeting the eyes of satoru. pretty blue eyes, theyâre always so mesmerizing to look at.
but this time, heâs got a more feral look in his pupils as they dilate. âsweetheart,â he whispers, using a thumb to caress the edge of your twitching lip. with the way youâre prettily sprawled all out like this for him at his very mercy, thereâs so much he wanted to do. satoruâs eyes never leave yours, not for a single second. âdo you really want a baby or is just the baby fever?â
âb- both,â you gasp, not even noticing his hand creeping down between your legs, parting them apart.
you moan, feeling his palm rub up against the outline of your panties. so soaked, satoruâs breath hitches at your sweet whimpers and heâs so close up to you. so close that his rock-hard boner presses up against you and fuck, itâs hard. a visible tinted bulge was sticking out the center of his slacks and itâs driving him mad.
the mental image of you with a swollen tummy, all plump and baring his child, it makes him groan. satoruâs had his fair share amount of sugar babies in the past, but none of them were you.
âsuch a silly little girl,â he huffs, a bit of humor in his tone. but not wanting to waste any time, he leans in, capturing your lips into a deep hungry kiss.
whiny moans pour into his mouth - heâs sweet.
the minty kind of sweet where you taste peppermint lingering on his tongue.
satoru kisses sloppy this time, gradually grinding his body against yours. itâs incredibly sloppy, not much passion and more-so filthâstrings of spit tangle with each other, forming little lustrous cobwebs of saliva before he sucks on your tongue. his pretty white lashes flutter before he opens them, staring at you, grunting right in your mouth. his boner continues to rub off against your clothed pussy and his groans only grow louder.
âfuuuuckk,â he swears, smacks of lips ringing through his ears. it was something about you, he didnât know what it was but you were addicting.
satoru starts to peel off the pieces of lingerie piece by piece. by peel, heâs carelessly tearing through it as if the entire designer set didnât cost him an arm, a leg, and a fucking torso. but again, even with his pockets swollen and suffering because of you, heâd buy you the whole world if he could. well, he probably could. heâs satoru gojo. âsweets, âm gonna devour you.â
five words.
five words that constantly went on a loop in your head as satoruâs eating out your cunt like a starved man.
he was starved, itâs been hours since heâs seen you. as heâs delving his face right between the plush of your thighs. you moan, chomping the front row of your teeth down on your quivering bottom lip. fuck, he was just nasty.
merely seconds passed and heâs already slobbering over your pussy. strands and strands of glossy spit trickles from his lips and onto your folds. â âtoruuuu,â you whimper, relishing in the way his tongue curls all throughout your drooling core. heâs maneuvering all kinds of shapes and circles, even spelling all letters of his name on your cunt with his tongue. scarlet plump lips of his gently kiss near your labia whilst warm breath ghosts near your sappy slit. shaking all from his tongue, the bed grows rickety from your movements and you inhale a sharp breath.
your fingers get intertwined between his white locks of hair and you pull tight.
his head tugs forward into you and he grunts, swaying his slick pink muscle in and out of your cunt. âmngh,â he groans, and thatâs when he sneaks a hand between your pried open legs.
you stare down at him as heâs devouring you whole, slurping everything out of you until heâs satisfied - and that wonât be for a good while.
it doesnât take a while before heâs already completely pussy drunk.
satoruâs fingers slither near your pussy and as his flat tongue repeats to lap lap lap up your syrupy sweet juices, he pops inside a single finger.
an exasperated breathy gasp snatches straight out the back of throat before you immediately feel the mouthwatering stretch of his digits and itâs toe curling.
if it was one thing about satoru, his fingers were long, slender, and also very very thick.
with a single swirl motion heâs making with his finger shoved deep inside, youâre already at the verge of breaking. crumbling because of his sloppy tongue. his fingers could stretch you out just as much as his cock could.
satoru even had you keep your panties on for him. the same panties he bought you as a gift.
a gift where he collaborated with victoriaâs secret, your panties had both of his infamous initials bedazzled on the front and back. god, every time he traces his tongue over the tiny little beads, it drives him crazy every time.
you drive him crazy.
his flat laid tongue teasingly licks at the silk fabric before it turns into a whole raunchy make out sesh. pretty white lashes flap as heâs slurping everything out of you, missing no spot.
he couldnât afford to, not when you tasted this good.
âweâre a âlil squirmy today, huh,â he snickers, feeling your weak thighs writhe because of his tongue.
it felt so good, the way heâs casually slurping you, eating your pussy as if it was the last thing to devour on earth. such raunchy sloshing sloshes cry out from your cunt and he groans. your fingers remain tangled in his hair, yanking on his messy tresses before he flicks his tongue against that spot.
itâs soft and spongy, and with the help of his long fingers curling and scissoring in and out of your sopping pussy, you let off a candied three-second shriek. âoh, darlin. found it, did i?â
âfuck, âtoru,â your body falls back against the silk pillows.
multiple wanton whimpers slither from your lips as heâs continuously toying his tongue against your g-spot. it seemed as if his tongue was helping with your cramps entirely. such pressure builds up in your body and you were just so hot that you felt like you were gonna explode. âgonna cum, fuck fuck.â youâre babbling out pathetic cries that fall deaf to his pointed ears. satoru hums in smug amusement, jaw feeling tight and locking but he doesnât care.
he was feeling pretty exhausted from coming back from work but just a single taste of your pussy and suddenly, he was energized once again.
ironic.
his two fingers continue to swivel around inside your gripping walls as your body slumps into the mattress in lewd defeat. satoru grunts, grinding his boner against the edge of the bed to calm himself but you made it so hard.
you made him hard.
as heâs luxuriating in this eagle view of your legs prettily laid up for him, heâs merely knuckles deep.
you can barely stay still and the bedâs staring to grow rickety. satoruâs speed of his tongue doesnât falters, and as heâs slurping every drop from your sappy foldsâyou let out your final elongated moan. itâs long, your legs erupt dramatically and shake within his hold before youâre finally cumming. it drags for a long time and youâre just nothing but hysterical.
overwrought with emotions and pleasure, your legs finally collapseâas if they werenât already basically limp, you exhale deeply.
âfuck, fuck fuuuck,â you repeat, watching with hazy murky eyes as he pulls your panties back toward the center with his teeth. satoru licks up your sweet saccharine-flavored juices that seep out from you, savoring the honeyed taste on his tongue before you pull on his hair . . hard.
âtsk. watch the hair, girl,â he warns you, still being cheeky and playful.
your cunt embarrassingly twitches once he makes eye contact with you again. satoru sits up, his entire chin coated with nothing but your slit. its a stream of it and itâs pretty. it was just the way it trickles down and he laps the crevices of his lips with his tongue. âso cute,â he murmurs, and he closes the gap between you both. as satoru feels your trembly legs wrap around his waist, he pulls you into another deep passionate kiss.
you moan right into his mouth, lazily tossing your arms over his broad-built shoulders before feeling him yank your panties down your legs and ankles.
satoruâs body was hot.
he still had his business attire on, and he feels your hand slowly removing his tie. your other hand runs down his tux, sliding inside the center to feel his washboard chiseled and hiding underneath the piles of formal work clothes.
âsuch a needy âlil thing,â he whispers gruffly between kisses, chuckling once he sees the forming pout tweak against your swollen lips.
satoru rubs a thumb over you lip before his crystalline-colored irises meet yours. the silence was cold, heâs got a wolffish smirk compressing against his lips before he mutters right near your ear. ânow, letâs give ya that baby, sweetheart.â
saying âbabyâ was an understatement.
with the way satoru was about to fuck you, he planned on giving you triplets.
maybe even more, and the constant rambles of how little âole you was stuck in his mansion all day with baby fever did something to him. oh, poor thing, suffering with cramps all day. it was the end of the world. to you at least it was. but like the loving sugar daddy he was, satoru figured heâd do his best to ease your little âproblems.â
âgimme that pretty arch, goooood..â he purrs, using a hand to rub down your exposed back.
satoru groansâhis formal trousers / pants were pulled down to his ankles and heâs staring at your pretty ass. so cute. he watches with a carnal glint in his eye as you position yourself, gnawing on your lip and the bars of your enclosure. the anticipation was about to bury you six feet under.
his leaky tip slowly smears and bedaubs against your dripping clit and you whine. your hands, clammy and all, roughly grip onto the richly-made sheets.
his tip was fat, itâs got a glistening swollen head thatâs teasing you. satoruâs breathing grows shallow once he sees your pussy cutely trying to swallow. âfuck, please,â you croak, desperate for him to go inside. he always does thisâeverytime.
right before heâs preparing himself to fuck you raw, satoru smacks his bulbous cockhead against your sappy weeping folds, hearing your sweet little cries grow unsatisfied. all you could think about was having him breed you full . . over and over and over again, you didnât just want it, you needed it.
you needed him.
ârelaaaax, sweet thing. âm comin,â a chortle dies from his throat as he feels you trying to wriggle your hips.
youâre impatient, and once heâs fully aligned, heâs finally dipping his weighty cock inside your perfectly tucked folds.
suddenly, your needy whines stop and they turn into whines of rapture. satoru trails a big hand toward the cusps of your ass, tracing down the cute curvy curvature of your body before your skinâs met with a rude swat.
you moan as heâs easing himself inside your gummy walls, stretching you open even more than his fingers did. âatta fuckinâ girl. let me in, biiiiiig stretch, there we go.â
the stretch . . youâd never get used to it, never.
your stomach heaves once heâs reeling his hips in. âs- shit,â you kiss your teeth, your knees already buckling and becoming weak. satoru spanks your bare ass again just to hear those sweet yelps leave your lips. heâs so fucking big, it doesnât take long before heâs bottoming out and you hear the welcoming âpopâ. satoru groans once he starts to move, one hand holding onto your hipâanother focused on your pretty perked ass. he likes this view, the view of his sweet girl arched over on all fours. satoru bites his lip as he starts to make delicious haste with his sharp keen hips.
âgod,â his head throws itself back briefly at a certain angle.
already, white strands stick to his forehead with the help of his sweat substituting as glue. satoruâs voice shakes as his cockâs fully in, your clingy gripping walls were so warm and it makes his mouth water from the inside. âmissed my favorite pussy so fuckinâ bad, so bad,â and you feel a few droplets plop down your back. satoruâs eyes rove over, watching you writhe again and he sheepishly snickers.
he was drooling.
âheh, sorry.â and he wipes his mouth with his wrist, the feral feeling pooling in his gut never fading.
youâre a mess underneath him, the second he starts to drill his hips into youâitâs over.
satoruâs stamina was always unhinged.
the bed croaks and groans from the constant shakes ân creaks it has to endure each second. the hinges were quite loud, you heard the rusty creaking wood that reverbs throughout the room. his cock continued to pound into you as his bodyâs on top of yours, in full sync with your own sloppy movement.
youâre whimpering, your head already being smushed against the pillow as the undersides of his thigh start to feel minuscule pangs. âtoru, toruuu,â you mewl out in a melodic whisper. heâs hitting you deep, your glossed lips part into a circle before you huff.
each strike of his hips felt more precise and brutal. . you wanted more, you wanted to feel him more.
âi know, i know,â he coos, thumbs circling around your waist as he holds you in place.
satoruâs hips were so sculptured and sharp that they give you whiplash every time. heâs got such power within each salacious strike that it makes your head spin. every single stroke, youâre left stupid and speechless with your tongue already dangling out of your mouth. the room grew steamy within a span of a few minutes. it smells like nothing but pure passionate sex.
by now, your eyes were rolling toward the very backs of your sockets in utter elated pleasure. youâre seeing nothing but splashes of ivory black and white. âaht aht. câmere, donât fuckinâ run sweetheart,â his voice was as smooth as silk. satoru feels your unsteady hips trying to crawl away but he reels you back in. ânuh uh. take it, take it, take it, girl.â he groans, his heavy hanging balls thwacking right against your ass within each pivotal thrust.
the band of his platinum-colored watch rubs off against your skin againâheâs watching you jerk back against him. his cock was so full, he licks his lips at the thought of your pretty pussy and how you were gonna wring him dry like you always do.
âfuck me, fuck me âtoru,â your whimpering words were repeating itself over and over as if you were a broken record. the pit of your stomach coils as each second draws itself out before heâs grunting gruffly. your cuntâs sloppy, coating his base with sheeny amounts and globs of slick. white hairs from his neat pubes stick against his skin and satoruâs now grinding into you. âah, right there, ngh please.â
âthaaaaatâs it pretty girl,â he snarls in a raspy voice, feeling the fat smacking stings of your ass jolt backward into his pelvis. âfuck me right back, mhm. gimme this pussy, make me proud baby.â
as heâs whispering all sorts of praises and dirty words, you can feel yourself reaching your limit soon â itâs so close.
a fluttering sensation brews up inside your stomach before satoru suddenly groans. âfuck,â his cockâs wholly stretching you out to your elastic limit before it meets that same textured spongey barrier again. he knows right away because your knees buckle, your breath grows quicker, and you let off another surprised shriek.
right there, x marks the spot after all and he was constantly hitting his tip there until you let out cute shrilling screams.
âgoddamn, âm gonna cum, sweets,â and his voice grows more shakier the longer heâs inside.
itâs as if time stood still.
the constant rotation of swiveling gyrations from each angle, each body has your head spinning like a merri-go-âround.
you were probably looking a dumb cock-drunk mess. unkempt strands of hair were already flopping down your face and occluding your view of vision entirely. satoru pierces his white brows together before lightly shoving you further into the mattress. as youâre cutely arched forward with your ass raised up, he leans way into your back, wrapping a hand softly around the back your throat.
âgonna fuckinâ give ya twins. one isnât enough, pretty girl. need that tummy swollen ân plump s- so bad,â and he inches his lips toward your spine, still pumping into you deep. âgonna make you my pretty âlil mama.â
as he continued to spoke, you whine as his cock plummets into your wet sopping cunt over and over. itâs to the point where your ears recognize the slapping sounds of skin. the squelches your wet cunt made had him groaning.
heâs breathing in huge chunks of air as heâs merely crushing you with his weight. as you both robustly rut into each other in flawless unison, satoruâs hefty weight that hovers over you anchors into yours, slamming further into you.
âfuck, donât stop, hngh,â and your words were as shaky as your chattering teeth.
he couldnât keep his hands off you, literally.
sweaty open palms paw at every part of your body. near your doughy tits, your assâhis favorite part, and even your pretty plush thighs that were nearly gluing together. âsatoru, satoru, pleaseee.â
âmhm, sweets..â his voice tremors and cracks before a sharp gasp wretches out of him. out of nowhere, you feel his hips come to an abrupt stop and he groans loudly.
itâs so loud that itâs an almost bellowing roar, both of his ears clank at the blissful sensations. satoru grows quiet once he feels it, that familiar pressure thatâs been stored full inside him for the longest.
heâs cumming, and itâs so much, a slimy knot shoots out and freely dribbles into your inviting swollen cunt and he chews the inside of his cheek. âfuck m- me,â he stammers, still holding both sides of your rickety hips.
the roomâs filled with husky pants and skin slapping until heâs slowing down - velvety stringy ribbons spurt into you raw until heâs hoarsely panting like a dog at the sight.
he canât stop staring. such a mess, but youâre his mess. god, the way it just leisurely trickles inside of you, spilling all down the sides of your jittery folds because it canât keep all of it in. the sounds were even more filthy, sloshing squeaks feels the room and he goes quiet just to get a good enough listen. satoru came so muchâso so much that it lasted for a plethora of long obscene seconds. as heâs trying to get over his orgasm, heâs still chewing at the inside of his cheek, his face growing flustered. his hips become strikingly sloppy and heâs basically humping you. âgod, have my fuckinâ kids, sweetheart. ugh,â and satoruâs as prettiest as heâs ever been.
with his lip dragging from his teeth biting near the bottom, his eyes scrunch shut and white brows curl up. huffing out a big deep exhale, heâs sweating bullets.
his thick calves felt like they were on fire but he didnât have enough of you yet. there was never enough of you. you had him whippedâheâs allowing you to milk him, relishing in the fact that your sweet cunt was just wringing him dry to the max.
satoru steadies your hips with his quavery hands, peering down at the masses of sweltering hot cum that drips down your legs and he grunts. âs- satoru,â you shiver, gasping once he pulls out only to flip you right over.
ânot done. still got so much more âta give my pretty girl,â he breathes, and itâs a feral look in his eyes. satoru raises your leg up slowly, his rings tickling against your bare skin. âlie on your back. i fuckinâ need more.â
satoru fucks you for hours.
any position you could even think of, heâs doing it.
both stacked bodies glisten with sheets of sweat as they rut back and forth against each other, fingers merrily intertwined. heâs determined to get you pregnant and your moans only fuel him. the rowdy snaps of his vigorous hips only grew stronger.
his stamina, youâre blinking, wondering if heâs even human. despite the drops of perspiration tearing from the sides of his face and his heaving long breaths, satoru showed no signs of fatigue.
he was drilling his thick cock into you again and againâgiving you orgasm after orgasm.
your toes curl as youâre trying to keep up with him but itâs to no avail. weighty balls continue to rigorously slam into your core as youâre currently in mating press. the compressing weight of satoru melting against you makes you whine.
heâs so warm, and with the way heâs breathing down your neck, babbling how heâs gonna make you the most prettiest mommy in the world makes your cunt throb. âyouâre so pretty like this,â he moans into your neck, his thrusts becoming weak yet again.
globs of cum dribble from your pussy as heâs right between your thighs, his cock springing up. he hisses at the feeling, feeling your arms wrap around his back. satoru groans at the twinge near his extensor muscles that flex.
you gave him scratches that ran all down his back. he pays for your weekly manicures just so you can paint his back with scratches with your pretty acrylics.
his pretty girl.
youâre a stammering mess, plugged all the way up with such creamy thin ropes and your body was already limp. with his dick still delved inside, satoru grabs your chinâpressing another kiss against your lips. you moan, twisting and tangling your balmy hot tongue with his before he presses a hand down on your tummy. you whine in his mouth, skimming your crumped up fingers down his little undercut.
satoru groans at the feeling of your digits toying with the back part of his hair. âs- satoru,â you speak between kisses in short gasps for air. your ankle brushes up and down his back and it makes him grunt - your touch made him weak. â âm so full, fuck.â
âyeah you fuckinâ are, sweetheart,â he licks near your bottom lip.
satoruâs body was so hot against yours, even while he was fully milked out he was still stuffing you full. the sheets were a mess, but he didnât care in the slightest. his cerulean-blue eyes rove down towards your chest before he leans down. you stare at him, pantingâand thatâs when he latches his tongue against your neglected tits.
so perfect,
he makes sure to lather viscous strings of saliva on both of them, including your sensitive perky nipples. âmhm.â he groans, feeling your fingers fish through his white tangled strands. heâs sucking on each of your breasts with the most stupidest pussy drunken grin.
after a few seconds, he removes his spit-slick lips, a string of saliva following before he gazes up at you. with a sly worn out gaze, he cups both of your tits with his hands, giving them a good squeeze. âaw. my girls are gonna be full of milk soon,â and satoru kisses near your chin, your forehead, your cheek, and then finally, your lips.
you return the wet sultry kiss before he abruptly pulls away, holding your chin. âcanât wait to be a daddy, darlin,â he says in a gruff drowsy voice. you watch as he gradually pulls out, moving his head down toward your bare tummy. satoru presses a kiss near your navel before his eyes stare right back up at you.
ânow letâs wait for this pretty âlil bump, hm?â
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i'll make it fit - rafe cameron
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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: sexual overtones, established relationship, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex (PROTECTED YOURSELF), this damn tiny polo!!, English is my second language!, NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4
belonging: NO NUT NOVEMBER!
type: totally smut (this is the first time i've written something like this, which has practically no plot at all, just sex itself. keep my fingers crossed that it didn't turn out badly!!!), small plot but really small
word count: 1,8k
summary: rafe cameron likes things too small for him.
more content: obx masterlist, rafe cameron masterlist
Mornings in Tannyhill were mostly quiet. Since Ward Cameron was dead and his entire family had moved to a house in the Bahamas, it was quiet there. Hearing of Sarah had disappeared - she was probably somewhere with her friends, again putting her life at risk, nothing new. And the only one who lived there was Rafe, who had taken over the company from his father and decided to return to the âold garbage.â Well, and you lived there too, by the side of your beloved. You couldn't have dreamed of a better life.
You were awakened by the bright rays of the sun, which rudely crept through the slightly parted curtains into your shared bedroom. You dragged yourself lightly and glanced at the clock, which was on the bedside table and, as usual, was making that unbearable sound.
After muttered under your breath, you slipped out from under the warm quilt, which, to say the least, wasn't all that necessary - after all, it was summer. But by the fact that you were in just a lace petticoat, it definitely enveloped you with a warmth that was missing.
You didn't know what time it was, but by the fact that Rafe wasn't next to you, you knew it was probably after nine o'clock. You didn't have to look for him for long, because as soon as you stepped out into the hallway from your bedroom, you heard his voice. You looked out the balcony door, which was gently open, and smiled at the sight. Rafe, in a freshly stitched buzzcut, was sitting on the couch talking on the phone. In front of him on the coffee table he had papers spread out and a laptop in which he was busily tapping something. As soon as he noticed you he sent you a slight smile, but he was so engaged in the conversation that he did nothing more. And you couldn't be passive, after all, he was wearing a beautiful blue and damn tight polo that exposed his perfectly shaped biceps. You laughed quietly, seeing him nervously tweak them as they rolled up higher and higher each time, not covering as much of his arm as they should.
Despite his serious tone on the call, his eyes would flicker toward you every few moments, his smile softening just enough to let you know he was glad you were there.
Not one to resist temptation, you decided to have a little fun. You strolled over to him, moving slowly, letting your fingers trail along the back of the couch as you circled around to where he was sitting. Rafeâs eyes darted up, narrowing slightly in a silent warning.
You didnât make it easy for him. With a mischievous smile, you leaned over and whispered into his ear, "That polo looks a little tight, donât you think? You might need help taking it off later."
âUh, yeah⌠sure,â he said to the person on the other end of the call, clearing his throat as if to regain his composure. âSend it to the office, they'll take care of it,â he muttered, hanging up.
You moved your hands over his shoulders, gently massaging them. Rafe put the phone down on the table, closed the laptop and leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking at you.
âYou know what you're doing, huh?â he parroted under his breath.
âMaybe I do,â you whispered, letting your breath tickle his skin. âJust trying to make sure my man relaxes after handling all that business.â
âAnd what am I supposed to do with you?â he muttered, covering yours with his hands. âWhatever you want,â you muttered, going down with your palms on his chest. âOh, but this polo is really too small for you.â Rafe laughed under his breath and gracefully helped you past the couch so that you were now standing in front of him, between his legs. You were in just a white lace slip that didn't cover much underneath, so Rafe could immediately see your hardening nipples.
You let out a soft laugh as Rafeâs strong hands gripped your thighs, pulling you effortlessly onto his lap. You straddled him, your knees sinking into the plush cushions of the couch on either side of his hips. The way he looked up at youâlike you were the only thing in the world that could hold his attentionâsent a warm rush through your veins.
"So needy" He muttered, stroking your hair and putting it behind your ears. âWho would have thought that you would beg for my attentions so much?â
âI'm not begging,â you muttered, swallowing your saliva loudly.
You could have sworn that in that moment Rafe heard your loud heartbeat. And even though you had been together for more than a year, he continued to trigger the same feelings in you. âNo?â he asked ironically, his hand touching your pussy, which was covered only by a thong. âI would say something else.â
âRafe,â you muttered, gently pushing your hips out to meet him as his nimble fingers pressed your clit harder. âSo wet,â he mumbled, moving your panties aside and nimbly sliding his ring and middle finger into you.
You brought your face closer to his and grabbed his jaw, bringing your lips together in a sweet kiss. It was still quiet around you, the only things you could hear were the birds and your moans, drowned out by your boyfriend's mouth.
His thumb moved to your clit, the touch was light, teasing, his fingers tracing slow circles that sent tingles up your spine. And his fingers didn't stop moving up and down, each time hitting the exact same spot. Rafe knew what the fuck he was doing, he always knew how to make you in heaven in a moment by his precise movements. He knew your body like no one else, just like you knew his.
âCum for me, baby,â he said, moving his lips to your naked neck. You felt you were close - Rafe did the same, following the feeling as you pulsed on his fingers. You didn't have to wait long until your body shook with pleasant and familiar reflexes, and you came on his fingers, burying your head in his neck.
Rafe took his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth, sucking on them. Oh this sight and Rafe in his damn tight blue polo, was something too strong for you to go through. You moved against his lap, letting him know that this was not what you wanted. âStill eager, huh?â he laughed throatily, but you didn't have to wait long. Rafe always knew what you needed and you got it right away. "You taste so good, baby"
âRafe please,â you muttered, clasping your small hand over his large cock, which was getting harder and harder under you. âAnything for you,â he muttered, quickly getting rid of his pants.
Without much warning, he entered you. Slowly at first, because you knew very well that he was big. And even after so many times together, you continued to feel a slight discomfort at first. But Rafe always made it fit. He couldn't resist your tight pussy, which was even screaming for his attention. âFuck, tight as ever,â he whispered, correcting himself on the couch so that you were more comfortable. âBut don't worry, I'll make it fit.â
And as he said, so he did. With agility, he began to move inside you, making both of you nothing but moaning messes.
âWait, I want,â you said, putting your hand on his chest. On that damn sexy polo. âOh, a princess wants to take control?â he laughed under his breath, catching you under the thighs, but as if on cue he stopped moving inside you, making you feel again how big he was inside you. You groaned involuntarily, but didn't give in. You moved nimbly on top of him, practically taking him out of your pussy every now and then, and then lowering yourself all the way down again.
âFuck, you feel so good,â Rafe groaned, his head falling back against the couch, exposing the strong line of his throat. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted as he watched you, completely entranced by the way you were moving, the way you were making him feel.
You could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to let you set the pace, but the way his fingers flexed against your skin told you just how badly he wanted to take control.
âNot yet, Rafey,â you muttered, moving even closer to him. âYou deserve the best. Especially, when you're in that slutty polo"
You increased your pace, but Rafe couldn't stand it anymore either, and came against you, entering your pussy from below. At that moment your bodies were merging at the perfect moments and places, so you were already not far from orgasm. And with that, he captured your lips again, his kiss rougher this time, more urgent. There was no more teasing now-just the raw, unfiltered need that always simmered between you both, threatening to spill over the edges.
âI'm so close,â you whispered into his mouth, clamping your pussy against him every so often. âI know, baby, I can feel it,â he muttered into your mouth, gently biting your lip to reach inside again. "Mmm, so good for me"
Rafe grabbed your buttocks and with even more force began to pound his cock into you. Your tongues fought for dominance, and your hands couldn't find room on his body, clamping down on the collars of his shirt.
"Shit" he murmured into your lips, feeling as his cum shot into your pussy, making quite a mess.
Not much later you too reach climax, clenching around his dick. Exhausted, you leaned on his shoulder kissing his neck. Rafe stroked your back, still calming down after the orgasm that hit you surprisingly hard this time. You felt him smiling over your shoulder, so you shared his happiness, smiling too. You moved your head off his shoulder, looking him straight in the eyes now. He was still inside you, so every movement, made quiet sighs come out of your throats.
âWhat's so funny?â you asked, stroking his jaw and kissing the corner of his mouth gently.
âMaybe I should wear that tight polo more often, just to find yourself in your tight cunt again?â he laughed lightly, returning your kiss.
âOh shut up, asshole,â you muttered, lowering yourself on top of him once more until he groaned and settled his head on the back of the couch, pulling you against him.
A/N: I know there's a lot of Rafe or Drew here lately, but I swear, when I see this man, I feel so ungodly that oh jesus, i hope you enjoyed this
please do not copy and translate my works! in case of any issues related to this - I invite you to discuss privately :)
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â§. â â â5 TIMES YOU SAT ON NANAMIâS LAP
ââ .⌠nanami kento x gn!reader
s4w, fluff, cuddling, teasing, petnames, hand feeding, ooc nanami, sitting on nanamiâs lap
⤡ nanamiâs lap is your favourite seat. luckily for you, he is fine with being yourâŚchair.
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a/n: #needthat #wantthat #sexyman #hotguy
[_____] = your name
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1 - NAP TIME
The rain droplets pelleting on the living room windows is what wakes you up, along with the deep chuckle of thunder that follows shortly afterwards.
One second it was all sunny with bright skies and now, it is dim and dark, and the only light in the room emanates from the television.
You do not remember putting this show on. You donât remember falling asleep on the couch, either.
âOh, look whoâs awake.â
You sit up and there Nanami is, sitting opposite you on the couch, in his comfortable loungewear.
âHey, I was watching thatâŚâ You mumble tiredly. A yawn escapes you. You rub your eyes.
âYou were asleep when I came back, you know.â
âYeah butâŚâ you trail off. âWhen did you even come back?â
âAn hour ago. I was excited to get my âwelcome homeâ kiss but instead, here you were; fast asleep and snoring like a bear.â
âI do not snore like a bear!â
Nanami grins and rests his back on the couch. âDonât I get my kiss now?â
ââŚYou called me a bear.â
âNo, I said you sounded-ââ
âYeah, whatever, thatâs the same thing.â
âWell, not r-ââ
Heâs interrupted by your unexpected crawl across the couch and sitting in his lap, covering the both of you with a blanket.
You rest your head on his shoulder.
âDo i still get my kiss-ââ
âOh shut up.â
2 - OFFICE HOURS
A knock on his door shocks Nanami out of his focus. âCome in.â
His office door opens and you appear, wearing your baggy pyjamas and dragging a blanket across the floor.
â_____âŚIâve told you that you donât need to knock. Youâre the only other person who lives here.â
âYeah, but it seems rude to just barge in soâŚâ you waddle towards his desk where he sits, papers scattered all over his desk, âWhat are you doing?â
âJust some paperwork. Nothing interesting.â
âYes, I know that part.â You respond to his last two words. âThereâs a calculatorâŚâ
He lets out an amused huff. âWhat brings you here then?â
You shrug. ââM boredâŚwanted to see what you were doing.â
âSorry to disappoint, but I donât think my paperwork will entertain you very much, baby.â
âWellâŚâ You start. âIâm not exactly here for the paperworkâŚâ
Youâre now stood right beside Nanami and you peek at his empty lap.
Nanami notices. Nanami sighs.
He tucks out of his desk, just enough for his lap to be shown, and he only has to pat his thighs twice before your hopping right into it.
âComfortable?â You shuffle in his lap, looking for the right position. Itâs found, and you lean back to rest your back against his wide chest, blanket covering you legs.
âYeah, Iâm comfy.â
Nanami kisses your temple, and goes back to completing his work, which lulls you to sleep due to how absolutely boring it is.
3 - OVERTIME
Nanami heard keys fiddling with the door while he is on his laptop in the kitchen. He hears a loud, annoyed groan.
Must have been a long day for you.
Shoes are thrown onto the floor, along with your bag and your coat is flung onto the rack.
You trod to the doorway of the living room and Nanamiâs sees how tired and disheveled you look.
âHey, sweetheart.â
You only respond with a grumble.
âHard day?â
Another grumble from you.
âDo you want to tell me all about it?â
A jumpy grumble clambers out of your mouth as you dash over to him and plop down on his inviting lap.
âUgh, KennyâŚthese peopleâŚâ
He rubs circles on you back, gently coaxing the complaints out of you.
âTheyâre soâŚtheyâre just so stupid.â
Nanami canât help but chuckle at your bluntness and your genuine sadness at your coworkersâs stupidity.
âSeriously, they are! And donât even get me started on that damn boss.â
So Nanami listens to you rant about your dumb coworkers while he just relishes in having you sit in his lap.
4 - GATHERINGS
On the rare occasion that you and Nanami organise a friend and family gathering, this time in the form of a barbecue, it is a success.
More people than you were both expecting showed up and your backyard was filled with music, friends, family members, chatter, kids running around and the smell of mouth-watering, flavourful meat.
The gathering lasts from noon until late evening, at which most people have left and the only ones who still lingered were close friends.
âKento.â You walked up to where he sat on the outdoor couch, speaking to one of his work colleagues whose name you have forgotten. Something beginning with a âHâ, you think?
âHey, sweetheart.â He pauses his conversation to talk to you. âAre you tired?â
You were tired. You had been preparing the food, offering the food, playing with the kids, speaking to guests and now you feel the weight of all your hard work.
âI did not expect that many people to show upâŚâ
âNo, me neither. You did a great job, baby.â He huffs with a shake of his head. He then spreads his legs, more than they already are. âDo you want to rest?â
You are in in lap before he even finishes his sentence. Seriously, he does not finish his sentence.
He smiles at your urgency, admiring how cute you look curled up in his lap, your cheek squished up against his chest.
He takes a knitted blanket and throws it over your body, protecting you from the slight chill in the night air.
Nanami continues to speak to his friend, quieter now that youâre here, and caresses the back of your neck.
5 - BREAKFAST
âKento, Iâm- whatâs all this?â
After spending a short time searching for Nanami, you find him outside in your colourful, shared garden. He sits on the garden chair, and on the medium-sized round table is a well prepared, delectable breakfast.
âHm? Oh. This is breakfast.â
âBreakfast? But Kenny, I-ââ You look down at your phone, checking the time, âI have to get to work-ââ
âCall in late.â
You frown. âBut-ââ
âItâs such a nice morning, isnât it?â He looks to the sky, taking a sip of his tea before looking at you. âSpend it with me.â
Well, he wasnât wrong.
It was warm outside with beams of sunlight peaking through the gaps of the blooming blossom tree Nanami is stationed under. A gentle breeze curled through the air, the harmonic birdsong twinkled in your ears and the aroma of sweet-scented pastries wafted under your nose.
It did not take much to convince you.
âOkay. Iâll stay, but remind me to leave in thirty minutes.â
Nanami exhales and smiles, all soft and tender. âIâm glad. Come here, take a seat.â
Your stomach rumbles as you walk to sit in the garden chair opposite Nanami. He stops you.
âWhere are you going?â
âUhmâŚto sit down?â
âOh, no, noâŚcome sit on Kentoâs lap, sweetheart. I want you to try this danish pastry,â he breaks off a piece so you can have some, âitâs my motherâs recipe.â
Ignoring your heart skipping a beat at how he referred to himself, you sit on his thigh, and he wraps an arm around your hip. He holds the piece of pastry to your mouth.
âTry a piece.â
You open your mouth and allow him to place it on you tongue, you lips briefly touching his fingertips. You laugh a little, flustered as you chew on the sweet treat. He licks his fingertip, the same one your lips touched.
âDo you like it?â
âHmm! Itâs very sweet!â You are glad you said yes to this. Work could handle you being a little late.
âGood.â Nanami shuffles forward in his chair, bringing you closer to the table of food. He kisses your shoulder and runs his hands up and down your waist. âCome on, eat up. You have a long day ahead of you.â
Nanami did not remind you to leave in those thirty minutes.
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money [a.a]
pairing: ceo!abby x secretary!reader
synopsis: when you finally land the job of your dreams, you had no idea what your boss would be like. and damn, no idea you conjured could've done her justice.
warnings: top!abby, bottom!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, abby is in her early 40s), cunnilingus (r/a receiving), strap (r!receiving), praise + degradation, mommy kink, dirty talk, manhandling, pet names (sweetheart, sweet girl, angel, baby, whore, slut)
word count: 3.3k
it wasn't everyday that you landed a job with one of the most well known law firms in washington. for now you were just a secretary, someone to sit outside of an office and take calls, but your hope was to work your way up to one of their lawyers.
you had little prior experience with being a secretary, but it was just enough to get you this gig. the building was large, and the office you were to assist was on one of the highest floors, naturally where the head of the firm was.
you knew her, abby anderson. incredibly talented lawyer who even won over a supreme court case. though you hadn't met her in person, you were exhilarated to meet her. she was who you dreamed to be, especially by her age.
it wasn't until your third day, when abby was finally in the office, when you got a glimpse of what working here would actually look like. abby showed up in a well pressed black suit, armani logo drilling into your eyes like a laser, making you feel all that underdressed.
"do I know you?" she asked when you knocked gently on her office door and went in. she truly didn't mean to be rude - her son had been sick for three days and she was feeling it now - but you didn't know that. you automatically assumed she was an asshole, and that threw you off.
you cleared your throat, meeting her eyes and immediately shifting them again. she was intimidating, almost scary. "I'm y/n. I'm your new assistant." she looked you up and down, gaze still burning your skin, and the corner of her mouth turned up to a smirk.
"great. I take my coffee black, nothing in it. there will be a card on your desk that you can charge it to every morning. get yourself something. I expect you to leave before I do, as I stay late. by any chance, do you babysit?" your eyes found hers as you finally looked up.
"I mean, I can. I used to when-" she cut you off, uninterested in anything except the yes. you noted that for later.
"I might need you to pick up my son from school every couple weeks. not often, and certainly not until I've run a background check on you." she wasn't hardly looking at you now, eyes flipping between her papers and computer. "did I miss anything?"
"no ma'am," you said, standing up and instinctively wiping off your skirt, though there was nothing there. suddenly you were back at your desk, waiting for calls and bookings to come in while trying to make sense of that interaction.
the next day you arrived late, but in your defense, the line at the coffee place was long and traffic was even longer, and now you weren't even sure that the coffee was hot. abby was there when you gently knocked on her door, allowing your entry with a low 'come in.
"I'm so sorry I'm late, there was really bad traffic and the line-"
"it's okay, sweet girl." your stomach flipped. yesterday, when your eyes knew nothing but the floor, you hadn't exactly taken in her appearance, but today. today.
today she was in a black turtleneck, sleeves right around the muscle in her arms that just made her look so, so good. her black slacks were tight at her hips with a belt, and they were hugging her legs so tight that you were sure the seam would rip.
her hair was pulled into a nice bun and she wore no makeup, not that she ever needed to. she had freckles, beautiful eyes. rings. she had rings, that she could put inside of you any day.
"I'll be on time tomorrow, miss." your gaze dropped again as you turned to leave her office. this was surely going to be nothing but torture for the following months.
two weeks later was the first time she asked you to stay late. you originally had plans, but the way your name dripped off of her tongue like honey made you immediately cancel them. she had asked you politely to pick up her son, and you even acquired her number from the ordeal.
dealing with kids was not your specialty, but abby's son was a delight. he talked all about his mom, some about his dad and it made you wonder if abby was single or not. she never wore a ring to your knowledge, not even on a necklace, and from your speculation she almost looked like a lesbian. maybe you were just dreaming about the end.
if you had taken your apartment and multiplied it by ten, it still wouldn't be half the size of abby's house. she truly did have money, if the armani suits and porsche didn't say that already.
an hour into your babysitting, which almost just felt like hanging out with a kid in a mansion, abby got home. she walked in, greeting you with the first real smile you had ever seen on her face. your brain malfunctioned when you gently placed her hand on your arm and pressed an innocent kiss onto your cheek.
you were blushing profusely, pupils blown, almost dizzy, all she did was kiss your cheek, a very normal way of greeting someone and you were fucked. abby didn't fail to see you run your fingers over the spot and look at them before quickly turning back towards the two of them.
abby lived for it. lived for the you drooled over everything she did, lived for the way that she was sure her fingers would look so, so good in your mouth... and she tried not to think about it. how could she, when her son was standing right next to her, trying to tell her about his day, and you. you just looked so innocent.
you were engulfed in her smell, the perfect balance of pine and amber and erotica. she smelled like five hundred dollar cologne right off the shelf of valentino. you wanted to smell like that, wanted to smell like that, wanted to wear her clothes and have everyone think that you were together.
"thanks for coming, sweetheart. I'll see you on monday." you looked at her with your brows knit, knowing you had work the following day, friday. "take the day off. you did something for me, and I'm repaying you. use my card and get something."
the amount of money she had to just throw around was so attractive to you. she was an independent woman who brought in millions every year and was letting some secretary she had known for three weeks let buy anything on a day off.
monday had arrived, and you had purchased nothing with abby's card, naturally. you weren't one to spend someone's money just because they had a lot of it, or because they told you to. she would've had to buy it for you to accept it, at that.
it was nearing eleven when abby called you into her office by your first name, instead of one of the many nicknames she always seems to use. "sit." she demanded as you stepped in, and you did so.
"is something wrong, ms. anderson?" she wasn't mad, but she was irritated. she told you to do something, told you to put yourself first and you didn't.
"I told you to treat yourself on friday," her gaze left her laptop and met your eyes. "why didn't you?" you blanked for a moment.
"I just.. I didn't feel right spending money that wasn't mine." she gave you a disapproving look, before getting up and coming around her desk to stand in front of you. in a matter of moments, one of her large hands was grabbing your jaw and forcing your head up to look at her.
she bent down slightly, lips grazing over yours, and you were sure she could feel how much your face heated up. "next time I tell you to do something, you're going to do it. understand, sweet girl?"
"I don't-" your pupils were blown and you were so desperate for her to press her lips just a bit closer, fill the gap and just let you have it.
"say 'yes abby'."
"y-yes abby." she let go of your face and went back to her desk, pretending to pay you little attention, but she was acutely aware of the way you pushed your thighs together and squirmed.
"you're dismissed. I expect to see a charge by the morning." you got up and hurried out, going straight to the bathroom. your face was burning up, and you could vaguely see an imprint from her hand.
you were meaninglessly circling the mall, trying to decide what to spend this newfound money on. obviously you wouldn't get something big and glamorous, no matter how much she seemingly wanted you to.
every time you walked, you seemed to pass victoria's secret. It seemed like it was calling you to buy something, and after that interaction with abby earlier, you decided that maybe you should treat yourself and went in.
you looked around for a while before finding a cute blue set, with embroidered, lacy flowers. it was nothing special, just transparent and high waisted, but it was speaking to you. suddenly you knew what you were wearing to work the next day.
- - -
you felt completely scandalous wearing a short little skirt over the lingerie in the morning, with a button down, where the first few buttons were unbuttoned. it was different from your usual dress pants and blouse, but it definitely did what you needed it to do.
work was as usual for the majority of the morning, and you were suddenly doubting why you wore what you did. there was no point, you were seriously delusional and seriously needed help. what kind of freak where's lingerie and completely inappropriate work clothes to work after one minor interaction with their boss?
that was until you got a simple email from ms. anderson herself, reading nothing but;
my office. now, please.
you cleared your throat, brushed out your hair slightly and adjusted your shirt before nonchalantly entering her office. you sat, observing the way she remained quiet for a moment before clearing her desk and turning her attention towards you.
âdid you think I wouldn't realize?â she asked, cooly, with her eyebrows raised slightly. âI mean, props to you, you did as you were told. but I checked the card. I'm not the only one who can see the transactions on that card either, sweetheart.â
you were immediately red. who else could see them? âI didn't r-really think-â
âno, you didn't. I bet the men in my finances would love to see you dancing around in whatever you bought, wouldn't they, baby?â she was standing before you could think, hands resting on the handles of your chair. âwhy don't you show me, huh? I know you're wearing it.â
âI'm not- we can't do that here.â you looked around, though you knew no one would ever bother her and her office had no cameras. âwe're at work, abigail.â there was a fast switch in her eyes, the way they went from cocky to wide, almost needy.
âfuck,â her head dropped into the crook of your neck before she ran her nose along your jaw. âsay it again. please, baby.â her tone, the gentle pleading made any rational thoughts disappear from your mind. your hand wrapped around the collar of her button down and pulled her in gently.
âabigail,â you whispered, âI want this,â with that, her hands were everywhere, all at once. she was pulling you up, wrapping her large hands around your hips as she pulled you in for a harsh kiss. she was forcing you onto her desk, keeping her lips to yours as your bodies molded to each other.
she left your lips, finding a perfect spot on your neck and sucking. you gasped when you felt her hand undoing the buttons of your shirt and pulling it out of your skirt. you were grabbing her by her waist trying to pull her closer as she continued to mark up your neck and grab your tits.
when she finally pulled away from your neck, her eyes became wide looking at your lingerie clad tits. you slid your shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it, looking up at her as you began to unbutton hers. she didn't let you get very far before she was gently pushing you back until your back was against the cool wood of the desk.
she unclipped your bra and pulled it off, tongue immediately meeting your nipple. she bit it and you yelped, grabbing her shoulders. her large hand was messing with your other, tugging gently and kneading. "I love your tits so fucking much, baby.â she mumbled into your skin while she kissed down your stomach.
she left more hickies on your ribs, but you desperately needed her in one place. she was pulling your skirt down in seconds, pressing her tongue against you like it was nothing and watching you arch and moan. she was eating you out through your underwear for a minute, before you grabbed her hair and pulled her head up.
"take them off." she smirked, and her head tilted slightly to the side.
"who said you're in charge, sweet angel?" the nickname was new, but you fucking loved that she always called you sweet. you were something sweet to her, and that made your brain lag every time.
"abby please," you bucked into her, chasing friction. that's when you felt it; the large bulge in her slacks that you hadn't noticed earlier.
"feel that, baby? that's all for you." she pulled down your underwear slowly, tossing it in the pile of clothes. she spread your lips, watching slick connect and drip down your thighs. your face burned and you covered it, embarrassed. "uncover your face or I'll stop." you did as told.
she pulled a ponytail off her wrist and pulled her hair into a bun before pressing her tongue into your clit and licking a fat stripe. your head hit the desk with a thud, reveling at the feeling. she worked your clit, sucking it into her mouth and painting patterns with her tongue while she pressed a finger into entrance.
she used her free hand to hold you down by your stomach, since your squirming was messing her up. you whined when she added a second finger, not used to her thick fingers. "if you can't take my fingers, how am I supposed to fuck you with my strap?" you moaned at her words, loving the dirtiness of it.
she returned to your clit and you got loud when she curled her fingers up into the best spot, whimpering and groaning. she remembered the time when you pressed your fingers to your cheek in her house, and brought her unused hand to your mouth, tapping your chin lightly. "open your mouth and suck," she instructed, noticing your confused look.
you took two of her fingers in your mouth and sucked them, which shut you up. your stomach coiled, a warm feeling rushing between your legs before you could even mumble a word. it felt like you just kept coming, until she finally pulled away from your cunt.
"are you gonna give me another one, angel?" she was unclipped her belt while you caught your breath. "wanna fuck you all day." she pulled her pants and boxers down just barely enough to get her strap out. "flip over, ass up." you turned over, fucked out muscles aching.
she ran the tip of her strap between your folds, letting your wetness lube it up, then lined up with your hole. she pushed just the tip in, groaning at the way you took it so well and swallowed her in. "what if I just fucked you like this, huh?" you whined.
"please.. need more," you pushed your hips back slightly, trying to push her in further. she pulled out, simply pushing the tip back in.
"desperate fucking whore," she thrust in on the last word, bottoming out immediately. you whimpered, the strap stretching you far more than her fingers. "aw, baby, does that hurt?" she pulled out far and fucked into you again.
she started fucking you, deep and hard, until you were moaning and grabbing onto the desk, trying to stabilize yourself. one of her hands left your hips and grabbed your hair, wrapping it around her fist and tugging. "fuck.. abby- abs.. mommy,â
your eyes widened at the name, which came out unintentionally. she stopped momentarily before groaning and picking her pace back up rapidly. "call me that again." the tip of her strap kissed your cervix and bumped against your g-spot every time. her arm wrapped around your waist, flicking your clit.
"mommy.. m'gonna cum." you slurred, cock drunk and fucked out. she kept her pace, hardly changing anything except for the fact that she was louder now, finding the perfect angle to get the harness to hit her clit.
"just wait a second, my love,â you held it for as long as you could, but it became too much, and she was hitting just right. your mind went absolutely blank as your vision went white, a wave crashing over you as you came.
you could hear abby moaning, but you were still going, and unable to think of anything. âfuck baby, you make such a mess.â you relaxed your tense body and look over your shoulder at abby's soaked harness, pants, and desk.
âmâsorry.â she slowly pulled her strap out and unclipped it front her hips, letting you lay for another minute before she grabbed your hips and helped you flip over and sit up. âwanna make you cum, mommy.â you looked at her with doe eyes, watching her eyes darken.
âI already came, sweetheart. don't worry about me.â you brought your hand down to cup her cunt and she took in a sharp breath. you ground your palm against her clit and she groaned, shifting her stance from foot to foot.
you slid off the desk with wobbly legs and kneeled in front of her, pupils blown. âplease mommy,â you ran your nails over her abs and under her boxer strap lightly, making her muscles tense.
âsuch a slut, aren't you? want mommy to fuck your face?â you nodded, pulling her boxers down to her ankles. her blonde bush matched her hair, and you noticed her happy trail that you hadn't earlier. âstick out your tongue, baby, be a good girl.â
you stuck your tongue out flat, not even getting a chance to lick before she was pressing her cunt to your mouth. she fucked herself on your face, gripping your hair tight and grinding fast. you gently pushed her against the desk, lifting one of her legs to your shoulder and leaving the other one down.
she must have loved the new angle, because she was moaning and grunting more than you had ever heard her. her clit was twitching and puffy, wet from your spit and her slick. she let out an involuntary whimper, and it was like music to your ears. âgonna c-cum on your f-fucking face, angel.â
her legs shook as she came, ans you spent the following moments licking all of it up. you pulled away and stood up, still shaky. she pulled her boxers and slacks up, moving towards the pile of clothes and handing you what was yours. âdo you wanna get dinner tonight?â she stopped what she was doing to button up your shirt and zip your skirt.
âyeah, that's great.â she smiled, kissing you softly.
âyou can go home if you want to clean up. I can take my own calls for a few minutes.â it was your turn to smile, grateful to get out of your uncomfortable, wet clothes.
âI'll see you tonight?â you asked, looking over your shoulder once you got to the door.
âpick you up at seven.â
a/n: part two? đ¤
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Top Yandere mafia boss x subordinate male darling~! ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ ⊠â¸â¸ ⊠ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
WC:. 2.3k
Tags: nipple play, anal creampies, daddy!kink, hair pulling, lap dog male reader, dark themes, cock rings, edging, office sex, little feminization <33
A/N Iâve always wanted to participate in Kinktober! Unfortunately my writers block doesnât wanna let me do a story every day so Iâve taken inspiration to write a story a week instead!
You were a young man when you joined his group. He offered you a place to stay and food, even offered you affection that no one had ever given you before. You did his bidding finding yourself being named as âthe bosses marionetteâ because youâd put your morals aside all willing to do every little thing he asked of you, and in return he took care of you.
The don kept you as his lover even going as far as obsessing over you to the point heâd anything for you, if gifts and praises didnât keep you to him then heâd simply manipulate and flashlight you into depending on him and him alone, you were his boy, his lover, His.
Currently you were laying across the couch in his office watching how his pen moved under his muscles, how the ink glided across a few documents he was finishing up, you sat painfully aware of the arousal between your thighs, unable to come due to the cock ring around your base having you in full misery âyou promised youâd let me come five minutes ago sir~!â Youâd croak out to him in pathetic agony.
âI thought I told you boy, youâll come whenever I permit it, now hush. Iâm trying to workâ his tone was harsh and cruel to you leaving you know choice but to get up limping over to his desk and crawling in his lap like a baby, jumping your bulge on his cock making sure your lips were pressed against his ear âmhm fuck sir!â Youâd squeak out extra high pitched just wanting him to fuck the orgasm out of you.
âYouâve got no damn clue what youâre doin, boyâ his hand possessively reaches for your ass, sitting and clenching the pen in his other hand holding you close with his right, massaging your gloves through the fabric of your slacks, letting out a long sigh before he buries his face into your pecs making sure to kiss over your nipples feeling them waking up under your button up.
At least I know someoneâs happy to see me. You canât ever be a patient boy can you? Mh I think I spoiled you tâmuchâ he murmurs against your shirt not caring if he left wet spots as he starts sucking at the material bitting and nibbling on your nipple âthat hurts daddy!â You finally call him the word you know he loses it for âso Iâm your daddy hm?â
He purrs out with a grin looking up at you from your chest feeling how your cock pulses through your jeans against his thigh making him sit his pen down , himself getting half hard in his own well tailored slacks. âYouâve got my full attention now baby boy so tell daddy what you wantâ
âWant you to get me off daddy, fuck me please, I need it so badââ you canât help but plead and gasp in his ear feeling his hands on your ass rutting your bulge into his thigh feeling your veins pop more under the cock ring. âAll in good time baby, you take it slow like a good boy or Iâll leave you hard and aloneâ he threatened with his teeth pressuring and teasing your nipples making wet spots on your white shirt.
âFuck! Hah daddy-â you straighten up in his lap gripping his hair tightly and hold his face in your pecs hissing feeling your cock throbbing nearly having you doubling over from the heat in your stomach. âQuiet down boyâ he speaks slipping his hand off your ass reaching around to palm at the bulge inside of your slacks, just grinning up at you as he works your body torturing you with pleasure having a love sick look in his eyes.
âIâm not gonna let you touch me if you donât fuck me!â You huff out acting out against him and pulling away from him crawling over and getting up on his best having wet spots in your boxers and another wet spot around your chest but not from pre cum, but his spit. He looks over at you livid and glaring at you watching how youâd unbutton your shirt slowly staring at him.
âSuch a fucking ungrateful brat Iâve created, listen here boy, youâre mine baby, and youâll listen too, wonât you?â He coos with his voice as smooth as velvet standing up and holding your chin making you look up at him before he start unbuttoning your shirt himself staring at how hard your nipples are, all perky and n/c.
âY-es daddy, Iâm sorry~â your cheeks and lips squish under his harsh grip pouting and pushing tears but not letting them escape as you sniffle having a bulge in your slacks twitching against the zipper making you go insane rubbing your thighs together. âFine, since Iâm feeling bad for keeping you edged and needy all day in my office, Iâll fuck you baby dollâ
âThank youâ you feel his hand release your chin slipping down to your legs pushing you back onto the desk tracing his fingers up your bare chest tweaking your nipples and rubbing your sides kissing down your belly and your belly button before tugging at your belt, undoing it watching the bulge in your boxers with a large sticky wet spot staring back, pulling your boxers down watching how your cock springs forward all red and angry looking with precum oozing out like a leak whimpering on your back.
âThere, there baby, you ok? Does it feel better now that youâve got those tight little boxers offâ his hands holds your thighs massaging them before giving your balls a tug âoh!â You tense up almost cumming in the spot it it wasnât for the pretty pink cock ring he forced on you having you
âThereâs those pretty noises, thought you were goin mute on me baby?â He mocks you before he reaches down to his drawer of his desk pulling out a little bottle of lube he keeps around his manor just incase you need a good fucking to put you back in line. âSpread those thighs nice and wide, dollâ his hands guiding your though open and sitting the bottle of lube down long enough to get his slacks off, his cock only being an inch longer than yours.
âTake this ring off me daddy, pretty pleaseâ you lay begging him laying on his desk with your thighs wide and your shirt fully unbuttoned having your cock against your stomach arching when he squirts lube onto his fingers and spread your cheeks prodding around til he found your rim. One finger pressing and pushing inside you curling and searching around for your prostate just staring you straight focusing solely on pleasing you while he stares at your face.
âThe ring has to stay on baby and you know this so donât try Nâ convince me dollâ before you can beg him anymore a second finger gets inserted into you, spreading and scissoring your gummy walls trying to massage your rim, trying to keep you from puckering up when his fingers brush against your sweet spot having you shuddering with a thin layer of precum glossing over your slit leaving you fully edged.
âBut daddy?~â you pout your bottom lip arching your back all desperate to have him get you off, clenching up around his second finger when it pushes knuckle deep finally massaging your prostate having you squirming making him smile in delight slipping his third finger inside you making your rim burn âno butâs baby, you take what I give youâ
âIâm ready for your cock nowâ looking up at him with your lips quivering starting to feel the back of the button up loosely hanging on your shoulders sticking to the skin on your back from the sweat you were building up wanting to close your thighs but knowing if you did then heâd be mad. âYou think you are baby?â He asks speaking to you like a child who doesnât know what they want.
âI know sho daddyâ his fingers slide in and out squelching a little from the lube with his cuffs rolled up looking down at his hairy forearms watching them work you between your thighs frowning at the ache between your legs. âI think daddyâs boy is ready tooâ he hums pulling his fingers back out leaving you empty and gaping with your greedy hole clenching the air.
He starts unzipping his fly, undoing the button and pulling his pants down letting them fall down around his ankles before his fingers find their way under his waistband pulling down his boxers leaving his cock half hard standing at a proud seven inches, his hand gripping the base of his own cock staring at you laying on your back all needy on his desk making him chuckle stroking his cock fully hard.
âStay nice and still pretty boyâ his cock gets aligned with your hole pressing his tip against your rose bud, nudging it and rubbing his cock reaching his hand over to grab the lube and squirt some on his cock making sure heâs lubing the two of you up, his hand gripping your hips and pulling you back and pushing inside you having your thighs wrapped around his hips. âOw- that hurtsâ
You feel a burn piercing your body pushing the air from your lungs leaving your mouth agape feeling your rim getting torn to accommodate his size. âFuck baby, I got youâ he murmurs planting himself on top of you on his desk not caring about the ink being knocked over as he nuzzles his face into your skin kissing being gentle with your chest for now, trying to get you to calm down.
âY-ou can move daddyâ your voice cracks when you speak feeling your hand finding his hair gripping it tight making him moan against the nipple he was kissing thrusting into you lazily on top of you with his arms on either side of your head having you pinned down under him when he fucks you.
âSuch a slick little cuntâ he groans licking and sucking on the other nipple with your thighs trembling on either side of him while he fucks you, your gummy walls squishing around his base, spreading all warm with your rim twitching around him tugging his hair feeling your cock leaking precum between the two of you angrily with your cock head rubbing against the fabric of his button up having your arms still inside the sleeve of your shirt.
âSâ notta cunt daddy~!â You mewl gripping his hair tighter hissing and arching like a cat beneath him feeling your thighs shaking on his hips. âYeah it is baby, all tight and wet clenching on this cockâ his drool spreads around on your chest making it look like glass when he sucks on the skin around your nipples, bitting at the skin letting his tongue trace over the bud, teasing and building up to it before he nibbles down onto you.
The sound of the desk creaking back and forth in his office having your eyes all delirious with blown pupils half fucked out and cramping from needing to come, âdaddyâ seriously Iâm- not gonna make it~â you gasp out tearing up with your cheeks going rosy feeling his cock head rubbing your deepest parts bucking into you before his cock head finally hits your prostate.
âLast a little longer baby, promise Iâm gonna make you feel so good-so,so good, just hold on a little longerâ soon his breathing picks up making his voice shake on top of you fucking you faster with his lips moving and murmuring against your nipples having them all sensitive like your cock while he fucks you making you see stars feeling one of his arms reaching down between the two of you reaching to tug at the cock ring around your base.
âO-h can I cum now daddy?â You moan out asking him trying your best not to come on the spot when he takes the ring off wanting to make him happy and be good for him, knowing that would be the only way heâd let you cum. âBeing such a good boy for me, knew you were a good boy, cum for me babyâ he coos to you smiling against your chest putting more of his weight on you and going rapid with his thrusts fucking into your sweet spot going deeper and deeper inside you having the sound of wet skin on skin filling up his study making him look up at you now on edge himself with his eyes practically h sing hearts in them.
Before anymore moans could strangle through your mouth a sharp heat shoots through your body all the way to your tip cumming all over yourself having ropes shoot onto his button up spilling messily between the two of you while he just grunts slipping both hands down for your thighs to grip them tight and hold you pulling you back into his cock feeling him swell up and pulse inside you signaling his own imposing orgasm.
âGonâah cum baby boyâ his voice echos in your ears with your teary eyes having your vision blurred and half rolled back feeling a heat pushing itself back inside your body when he orgasms finding his own release inside your ass. His come flooding your insides leaving them all painted and stuffed from his semen. âAh-da-ddy!â
You let out soft pouts and hums underneath him looking feeling his whole weight on top of you blinking as he looks up at you finally panting on top of you with you in the middle of your after glow with his hands just kneading your thighs from under holding you extra close before rasping out.
âYou ruined my shirt baby? I really liked that shirtâ
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BDSMaid - Chapter 6
Series Summary: After recently graduating you take what is supposed to be a job to save money before you go back to university to get your law degree. Your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients youâll never know. Easy. Simple. Mundane. Until one of your clients is home and everything you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.Â
CW: 18+ MDNI. In order to avoid spoilers, all tags are under the cut in small red lettering. Reader does have some body descriptions so more of an oc than female reader.
AN: I don't think I understood the term "labour of love" until right now. I'm emotionally exhausted yet so fucking proud at the same time. Thank you @lotusbxtch for fixing all my grammar and formatting. I also couldn't of done this without @mermaidgirl30 , @littlevenicebitch69, @alltheirdamn, and @for-a-longlongtime (even if you did just try to distract me with Santi the entire time LOL)
Word Count: 14.6k (sorry, grab a snack or two)
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CW: use of petnames, mention of losing a spouse, mentions of child abuse (mostly verbal), use of nick names (baby, sweet girl, etc.), dirty talk, spanking, sexual activity in public, kissing, protected p in v, oral (female receiving), consumption of alcohol, mutual pining, mentions of falling in love, Dom/sub dynamics.
You: 911, I need to go buy a dress, but yaâll canât ask me what itâs for Laren: no strings attached shopping? Fuck yeah! You: Iâm serious though Laren: Dude, I wonât ask you as long as you donât ask about the hickey on my neck Jamie: Damn, my dadâs in California so I canât leave the office. You: hmmâŚmaybe we just tell each other one secret each Laren: oh sorry, forgot I have to vacuum my cat today, canât shop You: fine, no asking about the hickey. Pick you up at noon? Jamie: Have fun. I need a sugar daddy. Odette: booo! Iâm studying. Someone alert me when we learn about the hickey.Â
You
Larenâs jaw drops as you step out of the dressing room, the soft silk of the floor length black gown skims against your body. Your eyes trail down the thin straps along your shoulders and down the deep v that sits low on your sternum. Youâve never appreciated your small breasts until now. The risque cut has a soft and romantic feel. Somehow, so does the long slit up your one leg, stopping much higher than most black tie venues would find acceptable. You spin to take in the way the silk dips low on your back. Yeah, Joel Miller is going to love this.Â
âYou look stunning. Iâm not gonna ask, but whoever youâre wearing that for is going to fall in love with you. I might fall in love with you.â
You laugh at her, watching as she tugs the collar of her sweater up to cover the very prominent purple hickey on her pulse point. If only she knew how ridiculous that statement really was. Joel Miller, your dom, falling in love with you. Itâs impossible.Â
The big box that you stuffed the small, pink and bedazzled box in snickers in your mind then taunts you in her uppity British accent. He loves you, remember how he held your hand so tenderly through that last orgasm? âItâs a dateâ, âItâs only youâ.Â
You shake your head and run your hands down your torso and hips, the silk feeling like water under your hands.Â
âWow, that dress was made for you.â The peppy store clerk says as she rounds the corner to the dressing room. âOh! I have just the accessory, if you donât mind me showing you?â
You nod and then look over at Laren through the mirror. The two of you havenât been friends for that long, but it doesnât take a genius to realize sheâs not wearing her massive engagement ring, plus that giant love bite; something is off. âIâm not gonna ask about the hickey, but are you ok?â
âYa - Iâm fine, why?â Her phone goes off in her purse for what feels like the hundredth time since you picked her up. She hasnât looked at it once and this newest alert doesnât change that. Â
âNo reason. Iâm here for you though. I hope you know that.â The corners of her mouth lift, but that vivacious sparkle in her eye doesnât make an appearance.Â
You spend longer than you ever had getting ready on Friday. Youâve shaved, exfoliated and moisturized every inch of your skin. You painted your fingers and toes with a fresh coat of pearly white polish, noticing that the skin around your cuticles on your hands isnât picked clean. For the first time in your life, your anxiety hasnât needed its usual outlet; picking and pushing at your nails until theyâre clean. Even with the last few days kicking your ass, Mister Miller made it better, made you better.
After about three hours, youâve completed the look: big loose curls, one side pinned behind one ear with a gold clip, exposing the soft slope of your neck that Joel loves to press his lips to. Youâve opted for a neutral glam look; a light smokey grey eye, flirty lashes, a touch of blush and highlighter and a nude lip.Â
You keep the jewelry simple, just thin gold hoop earrings and two dainty golden chains, the accessories that the sales girl picked out. The first chain is the longest; one end loops tight to your throat then lays down your sternum, a small clip on the other end holds it in place to the lacy black thong you bought for the occasion. The second chain wraps around your exposed thigh. A few small crystals dangle off the garter. It feels perfect for a sex club, almost like youâre being tied up in gold.Â
After wrapping the gift you bought for Joel today you debate taping the dress in place. Itâs a sex club, surely a nip slip isnât the worst thing that can happen. However, Joel would probably forcefully remove anyone who got a peek. As tempting as it is to witness that, you decide to save his sanity for one more day and after placing the last piece of tape you hear the rev of his engine coming down your street. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, itâs been weeks since youâve heard that sound. That deep rumble will probably always fill you with an excited anticipation of seeing Mister Miller.Â
You agreed to let him pick you up tonight since Odette is out. You slip your perfectly pedicured toes into black heeled sandals, working the small golden buckle around the ankle quickly as Joelâs shiny black Jag parks in front of your building. You watch from the window as he gets out of the driver's side door, flowers wrapped in brown paper clutched in his hand. A man that size doesnât look like heâd fit in that sleek sports car.Â
Even from your birdseye view from the fourth floor he looks absolutely gorgeous. Youâre sure once heâs right in front of you heâll be devastatingly handsome, especially once heâs added the gift you got him. Similar to you, heâs in all black tonight.Â
The beep of his car locking and the buzz of your door go at the same time and you excitedly hit the button to let him up. It feels like hours before thereâs a light knock on your front door. After a shaky breath, you open the door.
Fuuuuuck me, you think as you take him in and actively stop yourself from drooling.
He looks as hot as sin dressed in all black, the lapels of the jacket and the tie slightly silky against the flat black of the rest of his clothing. Heâs the living, breathing epitome of JMKink right now. Dressed like that matte black letterhead he still leaves you notes on when you clean for him. You lick your lips as your eyes trail back up his tie. Fuck, you want him to wrap it around your wrists.Â
He steps into your front entrance and the apartment feels so much smaller; almost like he takes up every bit of space and simultaneously sucks all the air out of you. His hair is parted to the side, trimmed neatly around his ears, curls perfectly placed. Youâre sure it was effortless on his part, just running his fingers through it after getting out of the shower, towel wrapped low on his hips. Your mouth waters as you continue to just stare at one another.Â
Joel
âWow,â he finally manages to rasp. His throat feels like it's full of sand all of a sudden. He clears it gently before continuing. âYou lookâŚyouâre always beautiful, but you areâŚâ
His eyes travel up and down your body again, heâs feeling lost for words which is not something that happens to him often. He watches your bottom lip slip between your teeth, waiting for him to form a thought.
âSorry, sweet girl, I need a second here.â He places the bouquet of wildflowers on the small table at the entry then reaches out towards you. He actually feels like he might die if he doesnât kiss you soon. The whorls and calluses of his fingers drag down the warm, soft skin of your arm gently before he closes his hand around yours. Usually, he loves how small your hand looks in his, but heâs finding it impossibly hard to break eye contact with you right now. As he steps in closely you smile sweetly at him and heâs surrounded by the smell of mint, lavender and something distinctly you. âYou look life-alteringly gorgeous. Iâm not sure if thatâs a word, but wow, Freckles.â
You place your free hand on his chest and heâs sure you can feel how hard his heart is pounding behind his chest. Fuck, he wouldnât be surprised if you could hear his heart at this point. He cups your face with his other hand and presses his lips to yours, reveling in the way you melt into him, parting your lips and letting him deepen the kiss. He swallows the quiet moan that you make just for him. You pull away too quickly for him, an excited smile across your face.
âI got you something!â You spin and heâs left breathless again by the low back of the dress and the way the silk skirt sways with your hips.Â
âYou didnât have to do that,â he says, following you into the living area of your small apartment. âI donât want you spending your money on me, sweetheart.â
You spin again and his cock twitches as he catches just how high the slit of the skirt is, and the golden jewelry wrapped around your thigh. In your hands is a large, light brown box tied with a black ribbon. âTechnically, I spent your money on you,â you say with a wink. âOpen it.â
He steps in close, watching your face go from excited to downright giddy as he pulls at the ribbon. He slips the lid off the box and stares down at the exact same black Stetson that he sent with Tiffany. His heart stops beating as the memories, both good and bad, flood through him. This is the same hat he wore the night he met her, the night of their first date, the night he told her he loved her for the first time, the night he married her. Joel Miller doesnât believe in signs from the universe, but this? This is something.Â
No, he thinks as emotions start to clog his throat. This was Tiffany.Â
He blinks away the tears that threaten to form behind his eyes and whispers your name. âThank you, sweetheart. I - I used to have a hat just like this.â
When he looks back at you your brows are furrowed together, a genuine curiosity across your face. âUsed to?â
He clears his throat again, âYea, itâs complicated, but this - this means more to me than you could ever know.â
He slips his hands into the box, the felt of the brim spreads a warm comfort up his hands and forearms. He swallows hard as he realizes itâs the same comfort he feels when he has you in his arms.Â
Oh my godâŚI think, no, I know. I love you.
It hits him so hard that he has to clutch the hat tighter in his hands to ground himself as he pulls it from the box. He knew he was falling, he knew the second he saw you. He canât push it down anymore.Â
âIâm sorry if I overstepped, Joel.â
He turns the hat over in his hands, the black satin liner exactly like his old one. He looks up at you, no longer able to stop the smile or the tears that flood his lash line. Your lips part as your eyes dance around his.Â
âNo, baby, you didnât. Iâve, well, Iâve been really missing this hat lately.â
âYou gonna try it on, cowboy?â The sultry flirtiness of your voice feels sweet on his skin and after a shallow breath he brings the hat up to his head. As the satin slips over his hair a calm confidence washes over him. His eyes meet yours and your flirty smile turns shy as you blush under his gaze. Heâs whole again.Â
âSo?â
âIâm gonna have to fight the women off, I think.â You say softly.
He laughs, moving the box from your hands back to the table and then cradling your face in his hands. âIâll only be looking at one woman, my sweet girl.â His lips meet yours gently, your tongue swiping softly against his lip as your slant into the kiss.Â
I love you.
You
You werenât sure what kind of reaction youâd get from Joel giving him the hat, but his eyes welling up and his breathing getting all shaky was not what you expected. Something about that hat called to you when you saw it. When you picked it up, the soft felt against your palms reminded you of how it feels to be in Joelâs hands.Â
He breaks the kiss with a sigh and glances around your apartment. Months ago you would have felt shy or self conscious about Joel in your space, so wholly different from his, but he has never judged you for anything, and you feel yourself becoming more and more comfortable with him which is not a feeling youâre used to. His eyes fall to the scratched wooden coffee table that you got for free from Craigslist.
âYou have college letters,â he says proudly, looking back at you.
Your arms cross across your body subconsciously, like theyâre trying to shield you from the possibility of being rejected again. âYa, the last two came today. Iâll open them later.â
âBaby, let's open them! It could be good news.â
He looks so goddamn handsome, in a suit that probably costs more than the entire contents of your apartment and his new black Stetson hat. His expression is encouraging, that same look from his kitchen when you ate some toast; prideful and empathetic.Â
âIâm scared,â you almost blurt, wishing you could be smoother with this man. âI donât want to ruin tonight. If these are both noâs, I donât know how great of company Iâll be tonight.â
âFreckles, Iâm not going to force you into anything you donât want. But I think youâll be thinking of the letters either way.â
âAh, my consent stands even for mail,â you joke.
âWell, it's a federal offense to open someone else's mail soâŚâ Joel winks and flashes a devastating smile your way.Â
âOk,â you close your eyes and take a deep breath. Heâs right, youâll be wondering all night what those letters say, and Joel has a way of making you forget, making you feel understood, important and cared for. âDo it.â
As if heâs a child on Christmas morning and you just gave him the ok, he snatches up the University of Austin and Berkeley letters, almost vibrating as he says, âWhich one first?â
You start to pace the few steps of your living room, wringing your hands together as your heels click on the cheap laminate hardwood. âAustin, Iâll be less upset by a no from them.â
The tear of the envelope sounds like a dagger to the ribs as you go to grab the flowers Joel brought for you, desperate for something to do besides stand there.Â
âItâs a thick envelope..â Joel says as he slides the letter out.
âYa, Iâve learned that that doesnât mean shit,â You say sardonically.
Joel laughs in surprise, âAlways shocks me to hear that pretty little mouth swear.â
âYea?â You ask, âOpen the fucking letter, youâre killing me.â
Joel snorts as his strong fingers gingerly fold open the letter. His eyes shoot to yours, âYou got in!â
âW-What?â You drop the flowers on the counter top and cover your mouth.
âSweet girl, you got in. Iâm - Iâm so fucking proud of you.â
You stand frozen on the spot. Itâs not the school you wanted, you want Berkeley, but it doesnât matter what that letter says now, because either way, youâre going to be a lawyer.
âOh my god,â you breathe as Joel's arms pull you in for a tight hug.
âCongratulations, baby girl.â His lips press to hair and you start to laugh. âWhatâs so funny?â
You both part from the hug as you fight to stop tears of pure joy from ruining your makeup. âItâs justâŚyou know, for a second there I actually thought that I wasnât smart enough. Me? I have a 4.0, I graduated early, Iâve been top of my class for years and I actually thought that I wouldnât get in.â
Joel's eyes dance, a big smile across his face as he watches you fill a vase. âOpen the other one.â
He keeps his eyes on you as he opens the next letter. As he folds open the thick eggshell coloured paper you plunge the flowers into the cold water, his face drops and you prepare yourself for the worst, âYou got in. Baby, you - you got in.â
You - Four Years Prior
âSo what? You think that getting into your fancy university in Texas means you can just leave Arizona whenever you please? Your mom needs you, you canât just leave.â Your dad is in his patchwork recliner, a beer in his hand despite it being nine in the morning. The hot June morning heating the small house to an uncomfortable stifle.Â
âIâve contributed as much as I can, dad. Two months from now Iâm not going to have any time to myself. I deserve some time doing what I want.â
Your dad snorts, legs slamming the leg rest down on the recliner. âYouâre an ungrateful little bitch, arenât you?â
That should sting, it would to anyone else, but youâve been called every name possible by your father. You see him now for what he truly is, a loser. He canât hold a job, hasnât been able to for years. When you were younger, you thought you were the apple of his eye. Heâd show up to every school function, every award ceremony, all the little things. You were eight when you realized he didnât even speak to you at those functions, just walked around bragging about how he was the reason youâve achieved whatever you were being celebrated over. It was his time to shine, his award, not yours.
âIâm going,â you say, hoisting your duffle bag of clothing over your shoulder. Youâve always wanted to go back to California. You went once with your mother when you were nine or ten, and the minute you got to the beach and felt the warm sand between your toes everything went quiet. Itâs called out to you ever since.
As you spin towards the front door you hear the groan of your dad standing up. Fear spikes in your veins, your heart slamming in your ribs. Heâs never hit you, but with the redness of his face as he called you names this morning you wouldnât put it past him.Â
âLike fuck you are!â He bellows as a hard object strikes the back of your head, followed by warm liquid soaking through the back of your t-shirt.
One of your hands cups the back of your head as you bolt towards your recently purchased, and slightly rusted, SUV. âGet back in here right now you little cunt! You stole money from me for that vehicle, didnât you?â
You canât help but laugh as you get in the front seat. You donât bother locking the doors, you know heâs barely out the front door without looking. Heâs not strong enough, and definitely too drunk, to overpower you. You throw the vehicle into reverse and yell out the window, âYou donât have any money for me to steal, Doug!â
You hit his first name hard, knowing damn well how much it will enrage him. You drive away without looking back, and you only stop once for gas for the next ten hours.Â
The sun is setting as you reach the motel in Newport Beach. You head straight for the beach, kicking off your sandals and letting your feet sink into the cool sand. Your phone vibrates in your pocket, âMomâ across the screen in bold letters.
âHi,â you say sheepishly, still feeling like a child even though you arenât.
âGet our ass home, right fucking now. Youâre supposed to be contributing to this family and somehow you had enough money to buy a car? And a trip to California? Mark my words, young lady. If you donât walk back through that door by this time tomorrow, I will come there and get you myself!â
A lump forms in your throat. Youâve spent your whole childhood trying to get them to see you. Contributing? None of your friends had to contribute, they all got to be kids. Youâre going to be making a lot of money as a lawyer one day, and they can go fuck themselves if they think theyâre getting a single penny of that money.
âIâm afraid I wonât be doing that, mother.â
âYouâre in for a rude fucking awakening, little girl. Just because you were the smartest person here, does not mean youâll be the smartest person anywhere else. The world is going to chew you up and spit you out, and your father and I will not be here to fix you.â
âI donât see how thatâs any different than now. Good bye.â
You hang up before she can respond and look out over the water. The sun is setting in a kaleidoscope of peaches, marigolds and lavenders. You block your parents' numbers before snapping a picture of the sunset and setting it as your background. A sense of calm washes over you as the waves crash along the shore. You walk towards the water and dip your feet in, the water washing away the last eighteen years of your life. Youâre free.
You - Present Day
A whispered âholy shitâ is all you can muster as realization washes over you. Your dream school - and you got in. You can go to the beach and listen to the ocean, feel the sand under your feet. You can feel as free as you did almost four years ago. You lock eyes with Joel. Can you really leave him?Â
âI canât believe I got in. To two schools. Iâm going to be a lawyer.â Excitement floods your body. You can worry about deciding later, even though deep down you already know what you're going to choose. Right now, you can just be happy and proud. He reaches a hand out to you and you step into the living room to take it. He pulls you in, wrapping you in his strong arms.Â
âI know I said this already, but I am so god damn proud of you, sweet girl. No one deserves this more than you. I want to celebrate this with you soon, please?â
âWell,â you say with a hint of mischief, pulling back to look at him, âWe are going to be at the club.â
His eyes flash with something youâve never seen before. âYa - the club.â
âOh my god. Weâre late, Joel!â You push out of his hold. This is his big night, his five year anniversary of owning his club.
âBaby, stop,â he pulls you into his arms again and cups your face. âI donât care. Just let me kiss you until you need to reapply that lipstick, and then we can go.â His lips crash passionately into yours. âIâm so fucking proud of you, sweet girl,â he gasps between kisses.
Joel wasnât lying. He really did kiss you until your lips were swollen and you had to touch up not only your lipstick but the bit of highlighter on your nose; he also needed to participate, taking one of your makeup wipes to his nose, chin and lips before opening the door to his Jag for you and speeding off to the club.
Upon entering the club, the two of you were separated almost immediately. Joel was whisked away to the stage where he, Tommy and who you assume is Tess are now. The stage is lit up as he gives a speech and thanks everyone. A glass of champagne is handed to you as you stand along the edge of the bar. Everyone claps and as he tries to make his way back to you is pulled into a handshake from a very wealthy looking older man. You smile into your glass of expensive pink champagne as the woman from the stage approaches you.
âHi! Iâm sorry for having to steal him the moment you two walked in.â She extends a perfectly manicured hand out to you. âIâm Tess.â
You go to introduce yourself and she cuts you off as she continues. âOh, I know who you are. Joel will probably kill me, but we have all been very interested to meet you.â
âAll?â you say, swallowing nervously.
She shrugs. âNo one has ever seen him this, hmm, this relaxed before. Heâs usually here or across the street barking orders. You donât become as successful as him without a little stress, but since you came along he seems different. Happy.â
You blush, watching him engrossed in a new conversation, his eyes often meeting yours across the room. âLook,â Tess says, stepping closer and lowering her voice. âI hang around the Millers way too often and I could really use some girl talk. Is that ok?â
âTess, if thereâs one thing Iâm good at, itâs girl talk.â You smile at her and then turn to the bartender. âTwo tequila shots, please!â
She takes a breath, looking at Joel and then back at you. âIâm just going to cut right to the chase. I didnât think Iâd live to see the day where Joel wore a black cowboy hat again.â
You raise an eyebrow at Tess, this could be your chance to get an explanation around his response. You know you werenât imagining his eyes getting glassy, and he did say it means more to him than he could ever tell you. âI got him that hat.âÂ
Tessâs jaw drops and panic rises in your chest. âWhat? Why? Whatâs wrong with the hat?âÂ
âTequila first,â she says as the shots slide across the shiny black marble bar top. A shiver racks through Tess after she swallows, you donât flinch. âI donât know if itâs my placeâŚâ
âItâs girl talk, heâll never know.â You state, sucking at the lime. Tess clears her throat and motions to the bartender for another round. The next time she speaks itâs a hushed, sad voice, just barely above a whisper. Â
âHe, umm - well, he had a hat just like that growing up. Wore it all the time actually. He had it on the night he met Tiffany, and pretty much every important day in his life since then. Their first date, their wedding. Shit, Iâm pretty sure thereâs a picture of Sarah as a newborn in that hat. He also wore it the last time he held her.â Her voice trails off and heartbreak for her friend lines her features. âHeâŚshe loved it so much that he sent it with her.âÂ
You swallow hard and glance past Tessâs shoulder to Joel across the club. The moments of time between each of your heartbeats are filled by memories of his reaction. Tess continues, âLook, maybe you're like Joel. Maybe you donât believe in astronomy or signs from the universe, but I donât think you finding that hat was a coincidence.â
You arenât like Joel; you do believe in signs. You thought you were going crazy when you found that hat today. It literally called to you from inside the store. It wasnât on display in the window. No, you heard someone call your name behind you and when you looked over your shoulder the hat was all you could see. Could that voice have been from the wife he lost too early? You catch Joelâs gaze across the room; something about him, even before you knew him, comforted you. As your mind starts running through the depth of what that hat means to him he winks, you think you might be falling for him.Â
All of this means something. It has to mean something. Right?Â
âGirl talk stays between us?â You ask shyly.
âAbsolutely!â Tess exclaims, you like her more and more and can see yourself being very good friends with her, even if she is almost twice your age.
âTequila first,â you say in the same way she did earlier.Â
She clicks her glass against yours and then on the bar top before slamming the shot back. âI hate tequila,â she rasps while sucking the lime.
âI canât talk to my girlfriends about this. I donât know if you know how me and Joel met, but one of my best friends is sort of my boss and I would get fired from my job for knowing him.â Tess nods, and orders you both a glass of what youâre sure is very expensive rosĂŠ. âSometimes Joel says things that make me feel like maybe we are more than a sub and a dom, but thatâs ridiculous, right? Itâs the heat of the moment.â
âBabe, do you know how long Joel has been doing this?â She asks gently.
You shake your head and take a sip of your wine.
âYearsâŚat one point, being a dom was how he made money. Heâs a professional.â
Her words feel like a lead weight in the pit of your stomach, bile starts to burn at your throat. The whiplash of thinking heâs falling, and knowing that you are, and now dealing with this is almost too much. Joel has moved onto a conversation with yet another guest. âRight, heâs good. Heâs supposed to make me feel wanted. I think Iâm just not used to someone being there.â
âThatâs not what Iâm saying,â Tessâs hand comes to grab yours, squeezing reassuringly. âProfessional doms donât say things in the heat of the moment. They donât give false hopes. If heâs calling you his or struggling to follow limits, thatâs Joel speaking, not his dom alter ego.â
The silence after her words is thick between you. He doesnât say things in the heat of the moment? You swallow the lead weight thatâs made its way from your stomach to your throat, your mind racing through all the things Joel has said to you. My sweet girl. Itâs a date. Itâs only you.Â
âHey,â Tess says, shaking your hand to bring you back. âThis DJ sucks, should we go take over the booth?â
You smile, grateful not only for her words of wisdom but now the way sheâs able to stop you from spiraling. âYes, this is a club AND a friday afterall!â
She smiles at you mischievously as she reaches over the bar for the bottle of rosĂŠ and then links arms with you as you both practically skip to the booth. âOwning a club is so fun, I recommend everyone try it,â she proclaims through a laugh.
When you reach the booth she waltzes right up to the DJ, âWe need dancing music, itâs Friday, itâs a club, and itâs a fucking party!â
âSorry, Tess. I canât do that. Joel wanted background music only.â The DJ, who barely looks old enough to be in a club says, his eyes wandering to the low cut of your dress. A few months ago you probably would have been endeared by that look, but you have a real man now. A real man who loves you, says the sparkling box of feelings.Â
Tess snorts and then tuts at the poor guy. âJoel wonât appreciate you ogling what belongs to him like that. So play Best Friend by Saweetie or Iâll be sure to let him know.â
His eyes snap back to his booth set up, one hand held up in defeat, the other pushing a few buttons and then turning the volume dial up. You and Tess laugh, taking sips straight from the bottle as you move to the dance floor. This is what you need, a friend to help you dissect whatâs been happening. A friend who understands the dom and sub relationship, but more importantly, understands Joel. Does him having feelings change how you feel about university? Youâve always seen yourself going to Berkeley, thatâs been the dream, but now?Â
Maybe you should just end this now before your feelings grow too far out of control. The box of feelings laughs. You have no idea how deep you are in this, do you?
Joel
Iâm gonna kill that little shit. Frustration rolls through his body as the music grows louder and as he turns to shoot daggers at the DJ he sees you and Tess. Your beautiful face is lit up in a large smile as you sip directly from a $400 bottle of rosĂŠ. His anger dissipates as you move your body with a sexy sway, lost in the music.Â
Joel moves towards the bar, never taking his eyes off of you. Your arms stretch over your head as you shake your ass, the slit of your dress exposing your soft thigh. His palm tingles at the thought of how good you feel against him. The smooth warmth of your leg against the rough calluses of his fingers.Â
I love you.Â
Joel orders a whiskey and then walks towards the edge of the dance floor, his free hand tucked into the pocket of his pants as he watches you. As the song changes your eyes find him and you crook a finger at him, when he shakes his head you stick your bottom lip out and give him big doe eyes. He shakes his head again as Tess hands you the half drank bottle of wine. The pink tone of the wine casts a romantic glow across your exposed chest as you take a small sip. His cock stirs to life in his pants, remembering how those lips felt wrapped around him. He shakes his head at you again and takes a long pull from his drink. You stick your tongue out at him and spin away from him, wiggling your hips while glancing over your shoulder.Â
I fucking love you.
You spin back towards him and crook your finger at him again, mouthing âplease?â. He stays rooted to the spot. Joel doesnât dance, especially not to this kind of music. His heart flutters as you start to walk over to him, everything moves in slow motion, the sexy way your dress clings to your hips with each movement, the flash of your thigh, the slight bounce of your breasts with each step. It feels like hours have passed by the time you stop in front of him.Â
âPlease come dance with me.â You say, fluttering your lashes slightly.
He grabs the expensive bottle of wine from you and places it on the tall table beside him. âThis is very expensive wine.â
âThat was Tessâs doing,â you smile.
âIâm sure it was, because youâre my good girl, arenât you?â His hand strokes your cheek and he clocks the goosebumps that rise on your skin.
âPlease come dance, Mister Miller?â
âI donât dance, sweet girl.â
You pout again and he wants to suck that perfect bottom lip between his teeth so badly. âWhat if you just stand there and I dance around you?â
One day heâs going to have to learn how to say no to you, but today wonât be that day. He takes the last sip from his glass and puts it beside the wine. You bounce excitedly on the balls of your feet as he holds a hand out to you. You lead the way, the dance floor now full of people, heading back towards Tess. Joelâs hands come to your hips as you grind against him for the last few bars of the song.Â
A slow twang of guitar starts off the next song. Joel spins you to face him. âThis I can dance to.â He whispers, pulling you in close, one hand low on your back, the other holding yours to his heart.Â
You smile up at him, âFull of surprises, arenât you, sweet cheeks?â
At this angle the brim of his hat blocks out everything except for you; not that he needs something to block out the rest of the world when heâs around you. I love you.
âFor the right woman I can be, freckles.â He says warmly as you melt into his body.
The two of you continue to dance in a comfortable silence. He watches your lips as your tongue glides across them and just as heâs about to lean in and taste you you speak. âI donât think I said this yet tonight, but congratulations. This is a huge accomplishment and Iâm so proud of you and grateful that you brought me into this space. I hope itâs not too bold, but this has done exactly as I hoped. I feel - freer almost, if that makes sense.â
âGood,â his lips press to your forehead. âAnd thank you.â
Your neck cranes forward, towards the tangled mess of your hands against his chest. Your lips pressing to the knuckle of his thumb. The gesture shoots straight to his heart. Â
âIâve been feeling a bit bad though. Youâve had to go to two events for me this week.â You go to protest but he cuts you off. âWhat would you be doing tonight if it wasnât for this?â
You hum in thought. âAny bar where thereâs an open mic night or a local band.â
âThat so? Do you participate in the open mic?âÂ
âNo, absolutely not, but I enjoy music and watching people do things theyâre passionate about.â
He raises an eyebrow at you. âLetâs go then.â
âWhat?â
âLetâs go. Iâve said thank you to all the VIPâs. Let's go do your thing.â
You
âCan we do that?â You ask, trying not to let the smile thatâs pulling at your cheeks win.
Joel laughs quietly. âItâs my party, I can do what I want. They can all stay, but the longer I stay here the more Iâm going to be pulled away. And youâre the only person at this party that I want to talk to.â
Thatâs Joel speaking, not his dom alter ego.
The boulder is growing in your throat again as you croak, âWeâre dressed awfully fancy for a local bar.âÂ
Joel smiles down at you, his eyes soft. You start memorizing every detail of his face. Everything surrounding the two of you went fuzzy the second he pulled you into his arms. This man, dressed in all black, blurs the edges of everything around you, sucking you in and making you feel like the only person he sees. The slow country song that you didnât even hear starts to come to end. âI donât care. Any more concerns?â
He doesnât care, heâll never care, he just wants to be with you. The box of feelings that's grown exponentially over this evening inches its way out of the shadows, and you canât deny it anymore.Â
Youâre falling in love with Joel Miller.Â
âLetâs go,â you say, excitement replacing the lump in your throat.
Joel wastes no time, peeling your bodies apart and pulling you towards the exit. He doesnât look back as Tommy calls his name, only stopping at the front desk to grab your purse. You feel giddy, almost as if the two of you are doing something wrong. He opens the car door for you and then hops into the driver's seat. You pull out your phone, ignoring him as he comments on your cracked screen being a hazard, and check for open mic nights, finding one in a small bar just a few streets over.Â
The bar is small, about ten tables crammed together and then a few stools along the bartop. The stage is only big enough for one person, a few guitars on stands, a stool, and the mic stand. The lighting is low, different neon signs above the bar doing the majority of the work. Youâre way overdressed and the looks you get from the packed bar further prove it.Â
Joel pulls you through the crowd towards the bar. You were feeling slightly tipsy dancing with Tess, but there is something so sobering about being pulled into Joel's arms. And now that youâve realized youâre falling in love with him, his next question is very welcome.
âCan I buy you a drink?â
âYes, please.â You smile sweetly, plastering your front to Joelâs side as he squeezes into the bar. âIâll just have whatever youâre having.â
âTwo old fashioneds,â he says deeply to the bartender. You stifle a giggle, âWhat?â
âYou just give me so much ammunition sometimes.â
He swats at your ass and then squeezes, not caring who may or may not see. Itâs exhilarating getting to just be yourselves away from the club and you have a feeling youâll quickly become addicted to this. âMighty thin ice, baby.âÂ
The raspy voiced woman with crazy curly hair finishes her set as Joel pays for the drinks. It appears that most of the crowd was here to see her, a few tables free up and the place doesnât feel so crowded. The MC for the night gets back onto the stage.Â
âAlright, if anyone else wants to show us what theyâve got tonight Iâll be by the bar.â Thereâs a few cheers and some clapping as the bar empties out drastically, only about twenty people are left. Joel pulls out a chair for you and then sits beside you. Â
âThank you for the drink,â you say, bringing the liquid to your lips and taking a small sip. The warmth of it heats all the way down to your belly, a familiar feeling when youâre around Joel.
âOf course,â he nods, sipping his. âSo? Do you come here often?â
You laugh, leaning forward on your arms, noticing the way Joelâs eyes bounce from your face to your breasts; now pushed together for him. âWhat a line! But no, I have never been here. I kinda like it though.â
The MCâs voice fills the room, welcoming a brave soul to the stage. A tall man in cowboy boots and a shiny buckle joins the stage, carefully picking a guitar from the rack before he begins singing. You can tell by the warmth along the side of your face that Joel is watching you and not the man on the stage.Â
âHeâs pretty good,â you say, looking back towards Joel. Itâs almost unfair how he can still look so sexy in the neon glow of the lights above the bar.Â
âMediocre,â he says with a scoff and sips his drink.
You glance around, âOk, well you listen to this mediocre man, Iâm going to find the washroom.â
You feel Joelâs eyes on your back as you walk away. The gender neutral bathroom is surprisingly clean and you giggle to yourself at the interaction you had once Joel was no longer looking at you. You try to act natural as you head back to the table, sitting down and smiling at Joel.
His eyebrow arches, âWhat did you do?âÂ
God you hate how well he knows you. Thereâs no hiding anything from this man. Regardless, you stifle the fit of giggles that are right on the tip of your tongue, âNothing! I had to pee. Is that not allowed?â
You raise your glass to your lips, trying to hide the smile as the MC heads back up to the stage. âYou did something bad, I can tell.â
âLadies and gentlemen, we have another performer tonight. Please welcome to the stage Joel Sweet Cheeks Miller.â
Joel shoots a teasing glare at you as you start hollering, âWoo! Sweet cheeks!!â You clap your hands loudly. He lets out a sigh, pushing himself up and then grabbing his drink before heading to the stage.Â
He steps up, running his fingers over the guitars before choosing a black acoustic. He puts his Old Fashioned on the stool and loops the guitar over his head. Your body reacts in a way you didnât think it would. Fire erupts on your belly, you take a sip of your drink to try to put it out but the heat of the liquor only makes it worse. He adjusts the knobs on the guitar after hitting the strings a few times and then looks up at you and crooks two fingers, calling you to him. You obey, practically floating to the man youâre falling in love with.Â
Joel bends at the hip, taking his cowboy hat off and placing it on your head. His voice is a gravel filled whisper as he says, âIâm going to spank that pretty little ass of yours in that washroom you were looking for after this.â
âYes, Mister Miller.â You rasp.
He stands back up, and clears his throat before starting. âThis is, well, this is the largest audience Iâve ever played in front of so, go easy on me.â
His hand pushes back the few curls that have fallen onto this forehead before he strums at the guitar.Â
If I ever were to lose you Iâd surely lose myself
His voice is like stepping into a hot bath, full of warmth and comfort.
Everything Iâve found here Iâve not found by myself
He doesnât break eye contact with you, only glancing away occasionally when he moves his fingers along the cords.Â
Try and sometimes youâll succeed To make this man of me All my stole missing parts Iâve no need for anymore
You stare up at him, lips slightly parted, as everything falls into place.Â
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
You could go to Berkeley and do great, probably middle of the pack, but youâd reach your goals. Youâd become a lawyer and leave school with a handful of job offers. OrâŚyou could stay. You could stay and be the top of your class here. You could stay and continue being with Joel.Â
Back when I was feeling broken I focused on a prayer You came deep as any ocean Did something out there hear?
The box of feelings starts to vibrate, making it almost impossible to breathe.
All the complexities and games No one wins, but somehow they still played All the missing crooked hearts They may die, but in us they live on
Youâre staying. Youâre going to the University of Texas at Austin School of Law.
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
And just like that, the box of feelings explodes like one of those worms in a can of fake peanuts.
When hurricanes and cyclones raged When winds turned dirt to dust When floods they came, the tides they raise Even closer, became us
This wasnât part of your plan, but you canât let this go.
And all the promises at sundown I meant them like the rest
You hear his voice, âItâs only you, sweet girlâ and âyour consent is the most important thing to me.â
All the demons used to come âround Iâm grateful, now theyâve left.
âDoes it look like I own things that arenât perfectâ, âtell me, tell me youâre perfectâ.
So persistent in my ways Hey, angel, Iâm am here to stay
âIâm here for youâ.
No resistance, no alarms Please, this is just too good to be gone
Youâre not falling in love. No, youâre already so madly, deeply, insanely in love with this man that it hurts and feels amazing all at the same time.
And I believe And I believe âcause I can see Our future days Days of you and me
You suck in a breath for what feels like the first time since he started singing, your chest practically heaving at the release of emotion youâre experiencing.Â
You and me Itâs just, you and me
Youâre not sure if people are clapping, you canât hear anything over your own voice in your head screaming out âI love youâ over and over again. Joel hops off the stage, his eye flashing onyx as he growls, âpunishment time, my sweet girl.â
Joel
The way your eyes sparkled as he sang and the way youâre following him now, your warm fingers laced in his as he pulled you gently to the bathroom, almost have him convinced that you feel the same way he does.
He locks the door, then jiggles the handle to make sure itâs secure. Heâs shared subs with other men and women, heâs used the rooms for people to watch at the club; fuck, one time he even made one sub kneel completely naked at his feet while he sat at the bar of the club. But someone seeing you, something that is all his, ignites a protectiveness that heâs only ever felt for two other women.Â
You giggle mischievously as he steps close, plucking his hat off your head and placing it back on his. âWhat did I say I was going to do to you, baby?âÂ
He watches your bottom lip disappear between your teeth before you say, âYou were going to spank me.âÂ
He spins you roughly by your hips, pulling your back flush to his chest before walking you over the pedestal style sink. He watches in the mirror at the tell tale signs of your building arousal. Your cheeks flush, the pink creeping down your neck and exposed chest. He sees the way your eyes glass over, cock drunk before even getting it. Joel loves how easy you are to turn on, loves even more that itâs just for him.
No, I just love her.
He stops, the soft light above the mirror lighting the two of you up in yellow glow. The small bathroom is clean, but dark. White and black checkered floor with white walls; hopefully thick walls, but he has ways to keep you quiet while he punishes you.Â
His lips come to the exposed side of your neck, hovering just above where he can see your pulse quickening. He hears the hitch of your breath as he inhales your lavender scent. He slips into full dominant mode, keeping his voice a deep growling whisper, âHands on the edges of the sink, sweet girl.â
You obey him without hesitation, leaning forward and wrapping your hands around the shiny white sink. His eyes lock on yours through the mirror as he fists the soft silk of your skirt. His palms tingle at the thought of getting to feel you soon and his cock jumps at the thought of your heart-shaped ass being pink with his handprints.Â
As the skirt crawls to be just above your knees he says, âHow many should you get for that little stunt?â
He watches the goosebumps that spread across your skin. âFive?â Your voice is sweet and innocent with the ask.
The skirt starts to hike up higher, the long slit could give him easy access, but heâs playing a role right now, and he knows that the anticipation makes it better so much better for his sub. âNot much of a lesson in five. How about ten.â
Itâs not a question and he knows you know it. Heâd be lying though if he said he didnât want to see if youâd fight him just a little bit. Brat taming is not his thing; granted neither is spanking a sub heâs fallen in love with in a bathroom of a dingy bar while wearing a six thousand dollar suit.Â
A shiver runs through your body as he exposes your ass. The lacy black thong sends his thoughts into overdrive. God damn, what I wouldnât give to fuck this woman, just once.Â
âDo I have your consent to spank you ten times?â
You nod, âYes, Mister Miller.â
He takes one of your wrists in his hand and brings it back to hold your skirt up and then repositions himself to be beside you instead of behind you. He takes you in, bent over with your ass exposed, pupils blown out. Your chest rises and falls with shallow, shaky breaths. Heâs going to have to keep you quiet.
A hand clamps around your lips and your eyes widen. âIf you want me to stop, drop the skirt. Got it?â
You nod into his palm as the first slap fills the room. Your skin is soft and warm under his touch as he makes contact again. By the third strike, his hand around your mouth muffles a squeal. The fourth spank lands on your other cheek and a quiet husky moan rumbles against your lips and his palm.
âYouâre supposed to be my sweet girl,â he taunts as another loud slap fills the room. Heâs been watching you in the mirror the entire time, enjoying the way you try to keep eye contact; but now, at the halfway mark of your spanking, your eyes are hooded with need. He looks down your ass, grinding his hips into your side at the sight of his bright red handprints tattooed on your cheeks. âFuck, you look so good all marked up.â
He spanks you again watching the jiggle of your ass and how it ripples down your leg. Your back arches as you whimper quietly. âAtta girl,â he says proudly, smiling to himself. âThree more.â
Joel administers the last three spankings quickly, two on one cheek and one on the other. The sound of his palm on your flesh goes straight to his cock each time, heâs practically rutting into your hip bone to relieve some of the ache. Heâs given a lot of spankings in his time as a dom and his body has never reacted this way. Iâm so goddamn in love with her, I should keep spanking her for making me feel like that, but if I donât taste her right now Iâm going to go insane.Â
His hand grabs your skirt while his other drops from your face. Your breaths come in fast, like you just ran a marathon. He guides you to stand and then spins you around, a hiss leaves your lips, âItâs cold,â you whisper, making eye contact with him.Â
He takes his hat off and places it on your head before kneeling down in front of you.
You
The cool porcelain soothes the delicious burn along your ass, but the burn quickly spreads through your body as the man youâve realized youâre in love with kneels in front of you. His voice has an edge of desperation as he says, âI need to taste you, please baby.â
What is he doing to me? He has to know what heâs doing to you, right? Did he mean the lyrics of that song or is it just the only song he knows? However, at this moment, youâre just as desperate for him.Â
âYes,â you nod frantically as you speak, âMister Miller. Please.â
His mouth connects with your lace covered cunt. Licking over the thin fabric, teasing you with light but mind numbing pressure. Joel Miller always looks good, tall and broad, tanned skin that crinkles slightly around his eyes when he smiles, but when heâs on his knees in front of you it ignites something low in your belly. His curly dark hair is soft to the touch and you bring your hand to his scalp now. He groans at the feeling of your hands on him and continues to lick at your clit through your panties.Â
The black cowboy hat falls over your eyes, your other hand raises to hold it out of the way. Even with the decision to stay here for law school, you donât want to miss a second of the salacious acts playing out right in front of you.Â
âOh god, Mister Miller,â you whisper, trying to stay as quiet as possible.Â
He moves to kiss at your thigh, hooking a finger around the gusset of your soaked lace. âThis fucking garter, sweet girl. Been drivinâ me crazy all night,â he growls between kisses.
He pulls your panties to the side and your nipples harden under your dress as the cool air hits your throbbing pussy. âFuck,â he practically whimpers. âYou smell so good. Taste so good, too.â
His mouth latches around your clit, sucking it between his lips and everything goes fuzzy as the burn in your lower belly starts to spread. âOhgodohgood, f-fuck.â
The tip of his tongue flicks against your swollen aching clit with each suck and you start to panic over how youâre going to keep quiet while you come. One of his fingers that pulls your thong out of the way teases at your entrance, gathering your arousal, before he pushes it inside of you to the first knuckle. He looks up at you, eyes flushed onyx as he swallows down everything you give him.Â
âMister Miller,â you hum as he pushes his forefinger the rest of the way in. When he curls it forward you release the grip on his salt and pepper curls and clamp your hand around your mouth.
He pulls away, a dimple carving out his cheek as he smirks. âFeels that good?â He flicks gently at your clit and you moan in agreement into your hand. âGood fuckinâ girl.â
Joel sucks your clit back into his mouth, pumping his thick finger against the spongy spot that makes you melt and the heat bursts into tingling pleasure as your orgasm washes over you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you fight to keep quiet, grinding your hips unabashedly against Joelâs face. Heâs relentless with his ministrations and you bite at your palm as another wave rolls through you.Â
The spasms of your pussy around his finger slow and youâre finally composed enough to drop your hand, grabbing his shoulder as your knees threaten to give out. Joel slips his finger out from you, placing light, lingering kisses on your mound before standing. His hands find your hips, holding you steady.Â
âKiss me,â you slur, feeling drunk off the pleasure.
Your arms loop around his neck as he kisses you. His lips taste like you and you lick at the heady sweetness. You slant your head, kissing him deeper. His body goes soft, relaxing into the kiss. You could do this with him forever, and for once itâs not the box of feelings saying that. The contents of that box have coated your entire brain with the love it housed for the man youâre not even supposed to know exists. The two of you break apart, both panting for air. You break the silence first.
âTake me to the club.â
âWe canât go back there. Iâll just get sucked back into the crowd.â His nose runs up and down yours, dark chocolate brown eyes never leaving yours.Â
âI need more, Mister Miller. Please, take me.â
âShit,â he huffs. âCome with me.â
Joel
This is so incredibly stupid, he thinks as he pulls into his neighborhood. The moment the two of you got back into his car you leaned over onto his shoulder and closed your eyes. He should take you to your apartment. You must be exhausted from all the studying and working youâve been doing. Plus, he kept you out late for two nights. He pulls up onto his driveway, and the slight bump from the curb causes you to stir. He parks in the driveway and watches as you blink and register where you are.Â
âI can take you home if you want.â
âNo, I want to be with you.â Your eyes widen and you start to do that thing where you ramble, only to dig yourself deeper.
Joel chuckles and then leans forward, pressing your lips to your forehead to stop you. âI knew what you meant, baby girl.â
He gets out of the car and then comes around to open your door. When you left the bar tonight you tried to open your door, again, and he scolded you gently. He smiles to himself that youâve listened finally, that or youâre just too tired and he should really be taking you home. But when he helps you out of the car and meets your gaze again you look anything but tired. Need and arousal flood his system as he takes you in, lips slightly parted and eyes dancing around his face. Your words from the bathroom ring in his ears. I need more, Mister Miller.
He snaps, lips slamming against yours, your hands immediately finding the curls at the nape of his neck; the only hair you can reach because of the cowboy hat still proudly perched on top of his head. He lifts you, moaning at the feeling of your toned thighs wrapping around his waist. He moves on instinct, closing the car door and walking into the house while the two of you fervently kiss in a mix of tongue and teeth. You nip at his bottom lip as he walks into the marble foyer. He closes the garage entry door and presses you against it, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, His cock is painfully hard behind his pants.
âI need you,â you whine after your lip is free from his mouth.
âWhat do you need?â
You kiss at his neck, hands moving to loosen his tie. âI need you to fuck me, please, Mister Miller.â
I love you.Â
He keeps you pinned to the door, his one hand grabbing yours and pinning them above your head. How many times is he going to have you in the position, fighting against what youâre begging for? Hopefully, it never stops.
âMy sweet girl, you know I canât do that.â It physically hurts him to turn you down.
You pout at him before speaking, âThen just be naked with me, I need to feel your skin on mine. Please?â
He kisses you again and starts to move the two of you towards the stairs. Between kisses, he says, âWhat happened to that shy girl who couldnât even tell me she wanted me to dominate her?âÂ
You laugh against his lips, âSheâs been corrupted.â
âIâm a bad man,â he hums with a laugh and walks up the stairs with you plastered to his chest; one hand around the globes of your ass, the other tucking your head into his neck so he can see where heâs stepping. The moment you reach the top of the stairs he pulls your face back to his to kiss you again.
âThis is where it happened,â you say, as he passes the office.Â
âWhere what happened?â He says, pulling back to look at you, his eyebrows draw in in confusion and the black Stetson he forgot he was wearing falls forward slightly. You take the hat off his head, looking at him all wide-eyed and amused.Â
âThe corruption,â you say with a wink. Joel snorts in response and then his lips are back on yours. He has missed having this mix of passion and humour with someone.
When he passes over the threshold of his bedroom he places you on your feet. He told himself he wouldnât ever have you here. No, not told, promised, because he knew what having here would mean. But you made him fall in love with you anyway. The air in the bedroom feels thicker, and his breathing quickens as he looks at you. The only light that trickles in is from the hallway. He takes in your sparkling eyes, your lips, puffy from his kisses and light nips; the perfect curls of your hair are slightly dishevelled and truthfully - he has never found you more beautiful.Â
I love you.Â
You
Butterflies assault your stomach as you stare at Joel. He takes the hat from you and tosses it gently on the foot of the bed behind you. The room is deafeningly silent, only the sounds of both of your quickened breathing and thundering heartbeats fill the void. You stand frozen, the heels of your strappy black sandals sinking into the plush carpet of his bedroom. You remember when you carried his sheets to the washing machine just a few weeks ago, being surrounded by the delicious scents of ash and leather. You had no idea who Joel was then, the man in this house was just a fantasy in your mind. You wait for him to make the first move. Finally, his thick fingers find the zipper along your side.Â
âAre you sure about this?â He says, his voice is hoarse, and you can tell heâs nervous. You wish knowing that would calm you, but truthfully it just makes your heart burst even more. This morning, the thought of anyone, but especially Joel, having feelings for you was ridiculous, but now you arenât so sure itâs that absurd after all.
âYes, Mister Miller. I just - I needâŚâ he watches you patiently. Playing with the small metal zipper pull.Â
âDonât be shy, sweet girl. Just tell me what you need.âÂ
âI need to feel your skin against mine. Please.âÂ
He pulls at the zipper as his lips meet your neck. âI love when you ask so politely. My good girl, arenât you?âÂ
âMm-hmm,â you hum, fighting the sway of your legs to stay upright.Â
If heâs calling you yours, thatâs Joel speaking. Not his dom alter ego.Â
Joelâs fingers come to the thin straps along your shoulders. The warmth of his hands against your skin causes you to shiver. He drags the straps down your arms and then frowns at the tape holding the dress to your chest. He tugs gently and you gasp at the pull of the tape. Before you can protest, the sting is soothed by his lips, kissing the sore, pink skin. He does the same thing after tugging the other side and the silky black dress pools at your feet.Â
You watch the muscles of Joelâs throat flex as he swallows, eyes trailing down your body. âTurn around.â
You spin on the balls of your feet, careful to not catch your heels on the carpet. âSo you need to feel me, is that right, sweet girl?âÂ
You nod your head. âYes, Mister Miller.âÂ
One of his hands comes to gently rest on your shoulder and instinctively lean into his touch. His fingers whirl around as he traces down your shoulder blade and then back up to your neck. âI canât believe how beautiful you looked tonight. I kept getting pulled away from you every time I tried to get back to you. It was killing me to be away from you.âÂ
You let your eyes close as his fingers run down your spinal column. You feel his heat leave your back and then his lips sponge kisses along the globes of your ass, his hands holding your hips possessively.
âYou were such a good girl tonight. Outside of the little singing stunt,â he says between kisses. Every spot that took the punishment of his palm is given attention. âBut you paid for that, didnât you sweet girl?âÂ
You giggle quietly before saying. âYes, Mister Miller. Thank you, but I canât promise I wonât do it again.âÂ
âGood,â he laughs, standing up behind you. You hear the unmistakable sound of his silk tie being pulled off. âBecause I donât want you to ever stop teasing me.âÂ
He tosses the tie towards his dresser. Before you know it, heâs spun you around and lifted you into his arms again. Your body knows just what to do, your legs clamping around his waist on their own. He captures the squeak that leaves your lips with his mouth. Nothing makes you melt faster than the feel of Joelâs lips on yours. Theyâre soft but firm, his tongue warm against yours as he takes what he wants from you and thereâs no way youâre not going to let him.Â
He sits you on the dresser and plants his hands on each side of you as your hands move to work the buttons on his shirt. His lips never leave yours.Â
âI need you,â you whine as you get the first few buttons undone. The heat of his chest skimming against your fingertips has a fresh wave of arousal coat your already soaked pussy.Â
Joel moans needily at your confession as he pulls back slightly. He rips at his shirt, buttons burst before he tears it off and stands shirtless in front of you. Your eyes trail down his strong broad chest, stopping on the prominent bulge behind his pants. Your hands fly to his belt. He watches you with rapt fascination as you work the buckle and then the button of his pants.Â
As you move to the zipper, his fingers go to the lace of your panties. He growls as he splits the fabric.Â
âJoel!â You gasp. âThose were thirty dollars!âÂ
He grabs your leg, placing the ball of your foot on his chest,unbuckling your shoe. âI just ruined an $800 dress shirt. Iâll buy you more.âÂ
The shoe hits the floor and he grabs your other foot, his eyes locking to yours as he commands, âAnd itâs Mister Miller. Iâve been lenient with you. Another mistake and you will be punished - severely.âÂ
For such harsh words, heâs being so careful with the small golden buckle on your shoe. âYes, Mister Miller,â you say sweetly, batting your lashes innocently.Â
âFeet up on the dresser. Spread your legs for me, sweet girl.âÂ
You lean back slightly, hands being used as an anchor behind you, placing your heels on the edge of the dresser. Cool air hits your drenched cunt and you fight yet another shiver. Youâre spread wide for Joel, every single thing on display for him. He looks at you like you hung the moon and your heart flips behind your ribs. You suddenly feel like you did the first time the two of you spoke in his kitchen, his gaze is too much, too intense, and it becomes nearly impossible for you to not yell out that you love him, so you look away, your eyes falling to his strong chest.
âEyes up here,â he murmurs as he takes the smallest step back.Â
Your mouth goes dry as you look back up at him. In your peripheral you can see his hands going to his belt, the sound of the buckle jingling tempts you to look down. âAtta girl, stay right here with me.â
You stay in his warm coffee brown pools, flecks of gold and honey appearing as the soft light of his bedroom hits him. I love you.
He bends slightly, his pants and boxers falling to the ground. You try to swallow once, twice, never leaving his gaze as the rest of his clothing comes off. You swear that time stops, the two of you are suspended in a moment thatâs all yours. He steps forward and you can feel the heat of his skin against your entire body, you melt into his warmth.
âYou want to look, donât you?â he taunts.
âYes, Mister Miller,â you hum.
 The soft tip of his cock gently nudges at your clit and you gasp. âLook down, baby.â
You peel your eyes away from his, looking down to see where his body caresses against yours. The tip of his impossibly hard cock, precum glistening as it leaks for you, pressing lightly to your soft and swollen clit. His piercing lays flat against his pelvis and you remember what he said about there being benefits to it. You try to memorize the sight in front of you. As filthy and debauched as this is, itâs also passionate and beautiful; it's the epitome of Mister Miller and your time with him.Â
âFuck, sweet girl. Your pussy is so prettyâŚand soft.â You watch as he wraps his hand around the thick base of his cock and rocks his hips. His cock slides easily along the warm folds of your drenched cunt, you swear you can feel the ridge of the underside of the tip as he says, âWho has you this turned on? Huh, sweet girl?â
âYou,â you whimper as your legs start to tremble.
âGod damn,â his voice now matching yours, âHowâd I get so lucky.â
This time you know heâs not asking you a question, yet you hum in agreement as his cock slides back over your clit, the swollen nub relishing in the friction and the feel of him against you. You hope heâs going to keep going, you want to feel him inside of you more than you need oxygen. Instead, his other hand slips between the two of you, his strong digits teasing at your entrance. He slides along your clit again as one of his fingers pushes inside of you.Â
âIs this ok?â He whispers.
âYesyes - fuuuuck, Mister Miller.â A bead of pre cum lands on your mound at the sound of pleasure passing your lips.Â
âSuch a good girl for me. Already learning how to take me so well.â His finger slips out as a second joins it. âSheâs begging for it, tryinâ to suck me in. So tight, my gorgeous sweet girl.â
Your foreheads meet and it all becomes too much again. You close your eyes as his fingers finally fill you. âDonât stop,â you whine desperately.
His hips pick up their pace, pressing harder along your most sensitive spots. You get that floating feeling again. Heâs so close to exactly how you need him, how you want him. The voice from your now-exploded box of feelings adds, âFor the rest of your lifeâ.Â
You keep your eyes closed, sparks of pleasure occasionally flickering behind them. Youâre getting closer to your high with every press of his body against yours. You know if you opened your eyes youâd be able to fall over the edge, but you arenât ready to be done imagining how it would look if his cock was doing what his fingers were right now.Â
âI can feel youâre getting close, baby. Clenchinâ my fingers so hard.â His voice is full of admiration, not a tone youâre used to hearing in moments like this. You used to think that you had a first love, and while none of your exes ever mistreated you, they also didnât look at you or speak to you the way Joel Miller does.Â
His pace increases again as he curls his fingers forward, your body jolts up with the newly applied pressure behind your clit. You grip his shoulders to ground yourself, the inside of your thighs start to ache, but youâre not going to let your feet fall from the dresser. Truthfully, the burning ache only seems to intensify the pleasure at the apex of your thighs.
âOpen your eyes, watch how good your pussy looks against me.â
âI ca-canât. âM so close. I donât - oh fuck - donât wanna be done.âÂ
âJust because you come, it doesnât mean we are done, sweet girl. Iâm not ready to be done. I want you to come as many times as you need to.â He presses his cock down against your clit harder as he speaks.
Before you can even take your next breath your orgasm washes over you. It hits hard and for a second you think your throat is constricted, but just as the wall of your pussy relaxes and begins to flutter, a euphoric scream frees itself from your airway. You start to pant, your body falling back to rest on the wall behind you. Joel falls forward with you, and just when you think youâre about to come down from your high, the pressure at this angle sends the strongest wave of your orgasm through you and you begin to gush around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my good fuckinâ girl. Soak me.â Pride swells in his eyes as you chant his dominant name like a prayer. Your breathing starts to even and he slows his fingers and hips, ensuring not to send you into any overstimulation. Iâm not ready to be done yet. He slowly removes his fingers, then wraps his arm around you to pull you up. Your feet fall from the dresser and the relief your muscles feel causes you to let out a pleasurable sigh.
Joel
He needs more, so much more, but waits for you - taking a few slow breaths in time with yours. When he sees you coming back down to earth he slides the tip of his cock up and down. At this angle, thereâs no risk of accidentally slipping so he runs himself along every part he can reach.Â
âKiss me,â you mumble, bringing your face towards his. He captures your lips in a sweet kiss, a kiss heâs sure you can tell isnât the way a dom kisses his sub. He realizes at that moment that heâs never kissed you that way. No, heâs always kissed you with everything he had, giving himself to you piece by piece.Â
More. His inner voice growls. Iâll never come back up for air now.
Joel whispers your name between kisses and you both pull back just enough to see each other's faces. âWhen we got here, you said you wanted me to fuck you. Do you still want that?â
He watches your eyes dance around him. Confusion, fear, excitement and arousal line yours before you pull back from him. He scolds himself for saying it. Of course youâre going to panic, this is supposed to be a safe space. He set a complete ban on sex before he even met with you the first time. Itâs right there, in his dom profile; because thatâs what he is, heâs your dom. You can come here and beg for it, because you know itâs a safe place where it wonât happen.Â
He prepares himself for you to slap him or yell at him. Instead, you say, âMister Miller, I donât want you to do anything that you donât want to. This was a hard limit for you, and where I very much want to, I donât want you to break any promise to yourself.â
He let his eyelids fall shut, for the first time, he doesnât want to be Mister Miller. He wants to be Joel.Â
I love you.
Goosebumps break out along his skin as you drag your hands up to his neck, fingers scraping along the back of his scalp. âTalk to me.â
âJust call me Joel,â he says through the boulder thatâs lodged in his throat.Â
He feels your warm lips meet his cheek, kissing him softly before you clear your throat quietly and then whisper into his ear. âPlease fuck me, Joel. Fuck me or I might die or go insane.â
âAgain,â he growls.
âFuck me, Joel.â You say, louder and with more conviction than the last time.
He scoops you off the dresser, your soft naked thighs tightening around his waist and he steals your squeal with his lips, kissing you hard with hurried passion. Heâll worry tomorrow about what getting you to call him Joel means, all he knows at this moment is that he needs to hear that you need him just as much as he needs you.Â
  He lays you on the bed, pressing down into your warmth. He can feel how wet you are as you grind up into him. His lips grow hungrier, kissing every bit of your face and neck he can reach, relishing in the feel of your hands running up and down his biceps, your short nails scraping his skin occasionally.Â
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He asks before fusing his lips to your neck.
Your feet fall to the bed and you arch into him. âYes, Joel.âÂ
He raises to his knees, unclipping the chains around your body and then working with you to slip your ruined panties off. He reaches over to the bedside table to get a condom, using his teeth to peel the foil open and sliding it on. Youâre always completely at his mercy, but this time heâs wholly at yours. One of his hands grips your hip, the other wraps around his cock as he takes in all your soft smooth skin, and memorizes the constellations that your freckles make along your body. Your breasts heave with each shallow inhale and shake beautifully with each exhale. Finally, his gaze meets yours, your eyes filled with every emotion heâs feeling.Â
âThereâs no safeword anymore, my sweet girl. If you tell me to stop, I will.â
You nod as he lines himself up, the warmth of your tight entrance calling to him. Joel pushes gently, your hips rising to encourage him. His balls tighten at the feeling of you wrapped tightly around the tip.Â
âSo tight, sweet girl.â He falls forward, both forearms beside your head to keep his weight off of you.Â
The two of you rock in tandem, working more of him into you. âOh god, Joel. More,â you moan.
There was a time when he told you to only call him Joel, it was the only name you could use that would keep this side of him from taking over. But now, hearing your voice say his name in the needy little vibrato, itâs having the same effect as when you call him Mister Miller. Heâs sure you know exactly how he feels, and heâs now certain that you feel the same way.Â
Your hips grind into his and pleasure spikes through his entire body. Heâs fully seated inside of you now, your tight pussy squeezing him sweetly. He buries his face into your neck, lavender hypnotizing him. Everything he can see, hear, smell and feel is you. His sweet girl.Â
âMore, please, more.â You whine, circling your hips.Â
His jaw flexes as he fights his bodyâs instinct to come. He pushes down with his hips to still you. âI need a minute, sweet girl. Shit - you feel too good.â
Your soft giggle at his confession causes your pussy to flex tighter around him. A shiver runs up his spine, âBaby, please donât. Just stay still, please.â
He pulls himself away from your neck, his hips flexing forward. He watches your eyes widen as his piercing presses right where itâs meant to. You gasp and clench his hips with your thighs. He smirks, now flooded with desire and determination to fuck you until neither of you can walk.Â
âReady?â He says, his voice deep.
âI think - Joel, fuck - I mightâŚâÂ
His animalistic side kicks in, he pulls out to the tip and then slams back in, swivelling his hips so his piercing stimulates your clit, which heâs sure still must be sensitive from earlier, before pulling back and repeating.Â
âThink you might what?â He demands, keeping his gaze locked on yours as he fucks you.
âIâm gonna - gonna come.â You moan between thrusts.
âSo fuckinâ needy. Arenât you?â You met each of his thrusts with a flick of your hips. Even with the condom, you feel better than he could have ever imagined. All the things he wants to do to you run through his mind; he wants to take you from behind, or watch your tits bounce as you ride him, he pictures you strapped to the spanking bench in his room at the club. But right now he just wants to worship every inch of you. He wants to show you how you should be treated and loved.Â
The words are on the tip of his tongue. I love you.Â
He shifts his weight, one arm hooking under your leg so he can take you deeper. âSweet girl, I want to feel you come on my cock.âÂ
âFuckfuck donât stop.â He peppers your jawline with kisses.Â
âKiss me,â he whispers. He tilts his head, parting his lips for your warm tongue. Joel starts fucking you faster. He breaks the kiss, âCome for me, baby girl.âÂ
âAre we going to be done if I do?â You ask.Â
âNo, baby.â He huffed a laugh, his hand pushing the hair away thatâs started to stick to your forehead. âNever. Iâm never going to be done with you.âÂ
âJoel - oh my god.â He feels you getting tighter and tries to distract his thoughts. Heâs not ready to be done, but heâs not young anymore so he canât risk finishing quite yet. âYour - your piercing.â
âLet go,â he says into your lips. He feels it then, that infinitesimal tightening of your pussy around his length before it begins to flutter. Your whine fills his head. He watches the pleasure fill your face, he swears he can see the clouds that form around your vision as you look deep into his eyes and succumb to your high. Your soft body quivers beautifully underneath him, âThatâs my girl.â
The primal need to fuck you hard into his mattress simmers his skin. Not yet, not this time. Sheâs too perfect right now.Â
âTell me how it feels, sweet girl.â
Between pants you moan out, âSo good, Joel.â
Your body begins to slow beneath him as your orgasm crests and he gives himself a mental pep talk to hold on just a bit longer. His cock is achy with the need to come, and itâs going to be slightly tortuous to stop, but he wants to take you at least one more time before you both fall into what is sure to be an exhausted sleep.Â
His lips come to your shoulder. âI love fucking you. Your pussy was made for me.â
Your nails scrape at his back. âItâs t-too much. Fuck. SorryâŚsorry.â
Joel stills his hips, releasing your leg and pushing his weight off of you, but doesnât pull away. Your eyes are clenched tight, âLook at me, sweet girl.â
Your eyes pop open, pupils blown in pleasure and love. Thereâs no denying it now, he knows you feel the same. âDonât be sorry.â
Your cheeks flush slightly, âBut youâre not, you didnât yet.â
âIf you canât say it, you shouldnât be doing it.â
âYou didnât get to come yet,â you whisper.
âI donât want to yet. Iâm going to let you catch your breath and then youâre going to climb onto my lap and really learn what that piercing can do.â He winks and then gives you a small smile before slipping out of you. He rolls onto the mattress beside you, removing the condom and dropping it into the waste bin beside the bed.Â
He hears you hiss, panic clogs his throat as he whips back towards you. âWhatâs wrong?â
You nod towards his almost impossibly hard cock. âThat looks painful.â
âIâm ok, sweet girl.â He pulls you in, melting at the way your body molds so perfectly to his. He kisses your forehead, âYouâre incredible.â
âYou too.â You nuzzle deeper into him, your warm breath hitting his chest and your leg wrapping around his.Â
Thereâs a few minutes of comfortable silence before you speak, âHey Joel?â
âMm-hmm?â
âI think we should ditch the condom.â He pulls back as you look up at him, âYou have a vasectomy. I have an IUD. We had recent test results as per the club's rules.â
Joel swallows. Not wearing a condom, even though he had his vasectomy over a decade ago, has never been an option. Another rule of JMKink is that you have to be wearing a condom during all penetrative activities; even if the person youâre fucking is your husband or wife. It hits Joel then that the only person heâs felt that intimately before is Tiffany.Â
âAre you sure? I know the chances of getting pregnant are very slim, but you got into law school today, I donât want to risk anything.â
âIâm sure,â you hum. âIâm also sure that you should put that cowboy hat back on for the next round.â
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Yuu is Loopy and Doesn't Recognize Them
Based of this meme I saw and I couldn't get it out of my head
GN. Yuu isnât drunk but is loopy on potions/meds. A bit Suggestive??? Leona calls you Scavenger/Pillow Enjoy
RiddleÂ
Riddle swore that when he sees Ace again, it will be off with his head. The brain dead idiot is responsible for landing you in the nurse's office. Thankfully, according to Professor Crewel, you will be okay and were ready to go back to Ramshackle.Â
Being the responsible boyfriend he is, he made sure to take your arm and guide you through the mirror to Ramshackle and into the creaky dorm. You were obviously still a bit out of it as you stumbled through the hall and didnât appear to hear anything he said. As he approached the stairs, wondering how he would get you into your room did you speak.
âWhere are we going?â You slurred rubbing your temples with your fingers. âTo your room,â Riddle answered. âRose, can you hear me now?â Riddle asked, voice tinged with worry. âWhy are we goingâŚâ you paused trying to formulate words, ââŚto some room?â Riddle raised a brow and spoke slowly, relaxing his grip on your arm as he did so. âYou need to get some rest, donât worry Iâll make sure you sleep well, okay?"
To his confusion, you suddenly pulled away from him and stumbled back a little. âAh, Rose what are youââ âSorry you seem really nice and all but I have a boyfriend.â âHuh?!â Stumbling backward away from Riddle you practically fell onto the couch behind you. âSorry Iâm not gonna sleep with anyone, I have a boyfriendâŚâ You slurred again, making Riddle stiffen before going pink and letting out a chuckle.Â
âRose, I am yourââ âGoodnightâ You whispered before promptly passing out on the couch. Riddle just stood there for a moment stupified, before softly chuckling to himself. You really did love him, huh?
Leona
âWhat's wrong with you?â Leona asked upon seeing Ruggie drag his seemingly blitzed-out partner behind them into his room. âI dunno what happened but Professor Crewel said to let them rest,â Ruggie responded. âSo you brought them to me?â Ruggieâs face fell, he knew damn well if he were the one to take you home that Leona would have complained. âWell, theyâre your problem now shishishi! Good luckâ
Letting out a yawn, Leona looked over to where you stood wobbling. âCome here, Pillow.â The lion leaned up and pulled you toward the bed. You weakly tried to pull your hand away. âEh? What gives?â Leonaâs ears twitch as you stumble back. âMy boyfriend will get upset if he sees you holding my hand. âOh yeah?â The lion smirked.
âYeah, and Iâm not a cheater either so leave me alone.â You mutter, eyes fluttering as you fight off sleep. Leona pulls you closer to him easily. âI am your boyfriend.â The shocked expression that arises on your face is one he will never forget. âNo way that's awesome!â
âYeah yeah, get to bed, scavenger.â He smirks, pulling you into his arms. As you fade into unconsciousness, he watches over you. Just how did he get so lucky?
Azul
Azul didnât know who he should be mad at: Jade for feeding you some mysterious mushroom concoction that he sure would have no side effects or you for actually agreeing to test out Jadeâs new drink. Regardless you are now in the VIP room of Mostro Lounge as Azul goes through some of the potions he has on hand.Â
Sitting on the VIP couch you watched as Azul kneeled beside you. The mer fussed over you as you seemingly stared through him. Despite his lips moving you couldnât hear anything he said. âUm, Angelfish are you alright?â Azul asks nervously as your eyes bore a hole through him.
âYou kinda look like⌠my boyfriendâŚâ you slur. If he wasnât worried sick, he would have actually found the situation humorous, dumbfounded he responded. âWell, what does he look like?â âHeâs so beautiful, man.â You sigh.
Azul feels his cheeks heat up as he uncorks a curing potion, wondering how heâs going to get you to drink it. âLike⌠I love him so much⌠Heâs so pretty and soft and I wanna hold himâŚâ â⌠Come now love, try and drink this and then restâŚâ The mer stutters and holds the bottle to your lips. Thankfully, you downed it pretty easily and promptly fell asleep muttering about how much you loved your boyfriend the whole time. Azulâs face was several shades of blue.
Jamil
Vil ended up poisoning you pretty badly during his overblot, and Jamil has been worried sick, to say the least as he sits beside your bed in the nurse's office, impatiently waiting for you to wake up. As you begin to stir, all of Jamilâs attention snaps to you.
âYuu?â He calls out, giving you a few moments to stir and wake up. You blink tiredly at him before sitting up and looking around. Jamil wanted to crush you into a hug and ask if you were alright but knew that it may overwhelm you.
âAre you alright?â He asks, taking your hands into his as the heart monitor continues to beep. You blink owlishly and look at your hands. âI have a boyfriend.â You say after a while. Jamil didnât know if he should be annoyed or amused, but it did flatter him to know how loyal you are to him.
A mischievous glint appears in his eye. âI am your boyfriend.â Your eyes widen as the heart monitor picks up, beeping loudly as you smile. âI love youâŚâ You slur, trying to lean into your lover's touch.
Vil
After a certain Shroudâs overblot, you were left hospitalized in a coma for a week. Vil was worried sick and visited you as much as he could, if he couldn't be there, Rook would watch over you for him. When he saw a text notification for Rook saying you were awake, he went to visit you immediately.
Rook didnât have time to warn Vil about your condition as he walked in and immediately held your face, looking deep into your eyes before hugging you, body shaking as he held onto you. âYouâre awakeâŚâ He says after a long pause.
You pull away from Vil, and the blond gets ready to scold you for your reckless behavior until he notices your expression. "I have⌠a boyfriend named Vil⌠sorryâŚ" you babble before passing out again. Vil would make sure to scold you later
Idia
He was confused when he saw Ortho holding your hand and guiding you to his room. He didn't know how to explain it, but as he watched you through the camera feed something about your movements felt⌠off
Once Ortho dragged you into his room did he figure out what was wrong? "It's the side effect of their medication," Ortho said after explaining how you ended up in the nurse's roomâ why did they even discharge you in this state??
Idia groaned and started to clean off his bed to make room for you, before getting up and helping Ortho to guide you over to his bed. "Come on Yuu-shi the sooner you sleep the better." You didn't budge. Instead, you stared through him. Idia stared back awkwardly.
"You seem nice but I already have a boyfriend and I love him." Idia's hair flushed pink. "Eh? What did you say?" "I love my boyfriend and only him so I can't sleep with youâŚ"Â
You instead sit down slowly and lay on the floor, immediately falling asleep much to Ortho's confusion and Idia's embarrassment.
Malleus
"Oh dear, what happened to you?" Malleus asked as you stumbled up the path to Ramshackle. It was supposed to be your nightly walk together but you didn't look so good.
You didn't respond as you allowed Malleus to help guide you into Ramshackle and onto the couch. After a moment Malleus asks again, "Mind telling me what happened to you?"
"No worries, I happen to have a recovery spell I can useâŚ" Malleus hums, preparing a spell. "You sound like my boyfriendâŚ" Malleus chuckles. "Is that so Child of Man?" You lazily nod. "He's my most favorite person in the entire worldâŚ" you yawn, and Malleus can only admire you, lovestruck.Â
"I don't think Jade made me the right teaâŚ" you mutter as you lay down. Malleus makes sure to note that he would have to pay a visit to Jade later as he frets over you.
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â° sevikas obsession with watching you ââË
description: kind of nsfw drabble about sevika who canât get enough of your every move.
cw: suggestive, no smut, horny tho, pet names (baby, doll), reader wears a dress + is implied to be feminine, gendered terms (girl, etc) , reader âflips her hairâ at one point
a/n: too lazy to write a fanfic right now so have this instead. as always please submit requests if you have any.
MINORS DNI.
Sevika watched you every time you came into the bar, eyes trained on your every move. Every time you laughed at something some sleazy guy said, clearly trying to swindle more drinks out of them. Every time you fluttered between the jukebox, to the tables, and back to the bar again. It was her favourite pastime.
Her eyes would linger so directly, so intensely, everyone at her table could feel it. If the way she repeatedly disregarded her hand of poker to watch you instead wasnât obvious enough.
She loved when you got wilder and more carefree as the night progressed, a gradual but steady change that happened without fail every time. It revealed things about you, made her feel like she knew you through those little cracks in your party girl facade. Your skin slowly got hotter and hotter, little hairs sticking to your face and neck. Each drink made you feel looser as you transitioned from swaying slowly to the music to dancing, hips rotating to the rhythm of the song, enjoying yourself. Not one person in that joint was good enough for you. Couldnât give you what you needed. Well, except for one. Her.
She could give you what you wanted, what you craved. You were only there for one thing. For someone to take care of you.
And itâs not like you didnât notice her. Oh, you did. How could you not notice someone like her as soon as you step into a room? Her presence commanded the attention of everyone in attendance. It didnât matter if she was storming through the building toward Silcoâs office, having a drink at the bar, or sitting with her legs spread and a stack of cards clamped in her flesh hand like she was now, everyone saw her and you were definitely no exception.
The first time you caught sight of her, she was hustling over to a reserved table in the back, powerful muscles rippling with every movement. You needed to know her name. You turned to the bartender (Chuck, was it?) and asked him.
âWhoâs that?â You gestured vaguely with your head in the direction of the imposing woman.
âThatâs Sevika, Silcoâs number two. Iâd stay away from her if I was you, sweetheart.â
Over time, you loved reciprocating, staring back just as fiercely every time you noticed her. The urge to tease her from across the room was irresistible and you indulged in it. You intentionally licked your lips after every sip of your fruity drink, wore short short skirts just so you could show yourself off to her, whispered naught things in the ears of strangers at the bar, all while maintaining heady eye contact. You couldnât help yourself with the addictive way her attentions made you feel, warm and breathless.
And you knew she loved it too, even when her jaw visibly clenched and the cards in her hand were squashed in her tight grip.
What you didnât love was the waiting. The both of you would stare at each, practically fucking with your eyes, but neither one of you did anything about it. It was almost as if Sevika wanted you to beg for it, crawl to her on your hands and knees and plead for her to help you, take you, touch you. And you, well, you were just too damn stubborn for that.
So after countless nights of skirting around it, you took one last sip of your drink and marched toward the throng of bodies writhing and gyrating to the music.
If she wasnât going to give in first, fine. Youâd just have to make her.
It started off slow, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the music. The beat, heavy and pulsing, jumped in your ears and thrummed through your whole body. You tossed your hair over your shoulder as you moved in a tight, rhythmic circle, surrounded by flushed, sweaty bodies.
Your fingertips brushed against your skin, gliding up, up, up the length of your thighs. The urge to open your eyes and find hers, which were no doubt watching your every move, was overwhelming. But you steeled your resolve and continued this push and pull, rolling your hips much more purposefully now.
The relentless flickering shades of purple and blue cast an otherworldly glow across your sweaty flesh. Darkness, light, darkness, light again. You swivelled in Sevikas direction, knowing she was watching you, and of course she was. Her eyes were buried beneath furrowed brows, those deep pools of brown recognisable even with the distance between you. Every flash of light revealed her gaze again, increasingly torn between enjoying the view and stomping over to join you each time.
Slipping your eyes shut again, you decided to finish the show. Drive the nail straight into the coffin. And the closest idiot would have to do.
He was tall, brown hair, plain, not bad looking but definitely not who you really wanted. He was quick to follow your lead as you pulled him over, none too gently, by the arm and ground yourself right up against him, his hands floundering for a moment before you steadied them against your hips just like that.
Before you knew it he was gone, though. There was a flurry of movement and a little commotion, leaving you flustered and confused, but the big, solid wall of muscle that took his place immediately after told you all you needed to know. The thick, cloying smell of smoke and warm flesh surrounded you and you looked up, pleasantly unsurprised to find Sevika staring back down at you. The angle was a bit awkward and you couldnât really see from the strobing lights but she looked a mixture of pissed and something else, her nose flared and extremely kissable mouth set in a frown.
The drinks, the music, the overstimulation of it all had your senses totally inebriated and your skin buzzing. You couldnât help yourself from grinding back on her crotch, your skin meeting the cool, hard metal of her belt.
âWas waiting for you,â you said over the music.
She grunted, eyelids fluttering as she bumped against your ass repeatedly, assuming a senseless rhythm. Sevika leaned down to your height and spoke into the back of your ear.
âCanât hear you, doll.â
Before you could reply, she began trailing little sucks and kisses down the skin of your neck. Your next response was breathy and jerky as you clenched your thighs together and leaned into her touch.
âSaid IâŚw-was waiting for you to come take care of me.â
Sevika nodded and stilled your movements sharply with two large, firm hands on each hip.
âLetâs get out of here, baby, yeah?â
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Iâve got my eye on you
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Youâre really in no shape to be at work. Aaron coaxes you home.
Cw: fem!bau!reader, reader is on her period, newly established relationship, fluff, use of pet names, no use of yn
Wc: 1.9k
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Your stomach cramps again as you walk out of the elevator. Wincing, you hurry into the bullpen, desperate to sit down and ease the ache in your lower body.Â
Morgan looks up at you as you dump your things on your desk and sit down with a sigh.Â
âTwenty minutes late, princess,â he grins. âLate night?â
âNot today, Derek.â You stuff your face in your hands, the pounding in your head intensifying. Your voice is low, strained, nothing like the usual teasing tone you take up with him.Â
Morgan immediately frowns in concern. âHey, are you okay?â He leans over the divider between your desks and takes a closer look at you.
âFine,â you mumble, your voice muffled. You lift your head and give him a weary smile. âJust tired from last nightâs case.â
He nods and leaves you alone as you turn on your computer and sigh at the stack of paperwork ahead of you. Looking up out of habit, you smile at the sight of Aaron in his office, his head bent as he works on something.Â
The two of you had your first date just before this previous case. He got you flowers, specifically ones that wouldnât trigger your allergies, and when he told you that with a flustered smile you felt yourself fall impossibly deeper. You had kissed him to stop his rambling, threaded your fingers through his as he walked you to his car and opened the door for you. Like a gentleman, youâd thought giddily, your heart bursting at the image of him in your head perfectly meeting reality.
He got you ice cream after dinner, intimately aware of your sweet tooth, and you were left wondering if it was too soon to think about marriage.
It had been a perfect night, one that left you wanting for more of him just like this; funny and relaxed and soft. Youâd wanted so badly to push him into your apartment, have him take off your dress and press his lips to your skin. But you forced yourself to say goodbye at the door, his chaste kiss sweet against your lips. You wanted to take it slow, to do it right. He wasnât going to be a quick fuck for you and you wanted him to know that.Â
Because youâre in love with him, have been for years. And youâre pretty damn sure heâs in love with you too.
Youâre broken from your reverie when you hear Emily approaching, a steaming mug in her hands. You give her a questioning look when she sets down the mug on your desk, the light color of the liquid telling you itâs some kind of herbal tea instead of coffee.
âYouâve got that first day period look about you,â she whispers before you can ask. You smile and pick up the tea, taking a sip and feeling the scalding liquid burn all the way down.
âThat bad, huh?â You close your eyes when Emily brushes your hair away from your forehead. Her short nails scratch soothingly against your scalp and you hum, resting your head lightly against her stomach.Â
âYouâre a little pale,â she murmurs. âDid you eat?â
You say nothing and bring the tea to your lips again, avoiding your friendâs gaze.Â
âTypical,â Emily sighsâquite boldly of her, knowing sheâs no different. âHotch wonât be happy about that,â she teases softly, her lips turning up in a gentle smile. She may or may not have given you and Aaron the final push you both needed.
You shrug as your cheeks tint pink. âIâll eat in a bit,â you say, in no hurry to do so with the way your stomach churns. âThe pain really blocks my appetite.â You scrunch your nose.Â
Emily hums, all too familiar with the feeling. âIâd tell you to take some meds, but you need to eat for that.â She strokes your hair soothingly, making you lean into her touch.
âI will, Em,â you smile up at her. âWhen my stomach settles. This is helping by the way, thanks.â You tilt your head to the mug youâre now holding against your stomach, the heat of it seeping through your shirt.
âYouâre welcome,â Emily squeezes your shoulder and heads to her own desk.Â
Sighing, you tip your head back and adjust your grip on the mug in your hands, wishing you had something for your thighs too. And your head. And your lower back.Â
You give yourself a few seconds before you rub your eyes and sit up straight, trying to start on your report.Â
The words blur on the page in front of you and you blink, trying to bring them back into focus. You sip your tea, hoping itâll kick start your brain into writing something, but your head pounds incessantly, jumbling up the words in your head.
The next sip of tea brings a sudden nausea with it, the liquid sloshing around in your empty stomach with nothing else. You set it down with a grimace.Â
Fucking great.
Morgan and Reid are bickering incessantly behind you, Emily clacks away at her computer and Anderson is talking louder than usual, his voice piercing your head. You blow out a breath and grab your pen, forcing yourself to ignore them and look at your paperwork. You squint at the paper, the bright fluorescent lights of the bullpen like needles in your eyes.
You give up and slump on your desk with a groan, welcoming the darkness and the cool wood against your forehead. You cross your arms tightly over your aching stomach, feeling the frustrating press of tears against your closed eyelids.
Aaron leaves his office in search of coffee and catches sight of you with your head on your desk, your hair shielding your face. Your back shudders as you inhale, the ragged rise and fall of it visible even from a distance.
He hurries down to you and gently touches your shoulder, your name falling softly from his mouth. You tilt your head up to look at him, too tired to lift it from the desk. âAaron, hey.â You give him a worn out smile.Â
Your hair falls into your face. Aaron gently brushes it away and notes your crossed arms held tightly against your stomach, your nails digging into your biceps.
âAre you okay?â He asks worriedly, eyeing your tired face and the bags under your eyes. âYou look pale. Are you sick?â He presses the back of his hand against your forehead, but your skin is cool.
If the cramps werenât currently tearing your body to shreds, you might have felt the butterflies at his obvious concern. âIâm not,â you say slowly, wetting your dry lips. âIâll be fine, my head just hurts a bit.â
A bit is a gross oversimplification, and from the look on Aaronâs face, he knows it too. âJust your head?â He raises his brows, his eyes pointedly drifting down to your stomach.
A strange heat rises to your cheeks. âIâll be fine, Aaron.â You insist as you lift yourself up against the chair. The light shines directly into your eyes and you wince, pressing your palm against your lids.
âClearly,â he mutters, looking at your desk and the still empty paperwork and reports you have yet to fill out. âGo home. You can finish this tomorrow.â
âNo,â you shake your head adamantly despite the roiling in your stomach. âIâm fine, I justââ You shut your eyes and blow out a shaky breath when you feel a sudden cramp in your abdomen, âI just need a minute.â You rasp.
Aaron eyes your dull skin and the way you tightly grip your seat, your knuckles sharp as you take in ragged breaths. He sighs and crouches down in front of you, the gentle way he says your name forcing your eyes open.Â
âPlease. Go home or Iâll drive you myself.â His brown eyes are soft with concern, his brows furrowed and lips tipped downward.
You want to shake your head, but a sharp pain in your stomach almost makes you gasp. You bite your lip and look down at your watch. âItâs only 11.â You protest weakly.Â
Aaron shakes his head at your stubbornness, your pain clear in the way your face twists. âYouâre in pain, sweetheart,â he whispers, unable to stop himself from saying it. Your eyes widen slightly at the nickname, but he continues, undeterred.
âPlease. Go home, take care of yourself. You can be here first thing tomorrow, I promise, but youâre not well now.â Heâs using the same soft, soothing tone he uses whenever Jack is sick and refusing his medication, and it seems to have the same effect on you.
You wilt against the seat and nod. âOkay,â you finally relent, the relief obvious in your voice.Â
Aaron smiles slightly, dimples poking out in victory as he stands up. You donât even have to pack anything, your purse still closed on your desk. You pocket your phone and stand, your hand reaching for Aaronâs elbow when you stumble slightly.Â
âSorry,â you mumble.Â
âShh, youâre okay,â he steadies you with a hand on your back. âCome on, Iâll walk with you.â
You donât protest and allow him to walk you to the elevator. A part of you is surprised that heâs showing this side of him at work, uncaring of the teamâs piercing gazes that you can feel following you all the way out of the bullpen.Â
You lean into his side a little when youâre out of sight, the warmth of his hand on your back seeping into your skin as you wait for the elevator.Â
Youâre almost disappointed when it dings.
The doors open and you walk in with a quiet sigh. Aaron walks in with you too, ignoring your surprised look. You open your mouth to protest, but he speaks first.
âAre you sure youâll be okay driving? I can take you,â he offers.
You smile. The thought does sound nice. But you shake your head, despite your aching body and the long drive ahead of you. And the crushing need to let him take care of you. âIâll be fine.â You force yourself to say. âThank you, though.â
Aaron nods. âDrive safe.â He smiles at you gently. âText me when you get home.â
âI will.â Your fingers magically find their way into his hair. You push the soft strands away from his forehead, biting back a smile when he involuntarily leans into your touch.
His hand finds the curve of your waist. âMaybe I can come by later?â He whispers.Â
You feel your body grow warm, a comforting glow that he always brings out in you. You smile, momentarily distracted from the pain in your body.
âIâd like that. But I wonât be much fun,â you gesture to yourself with a shrug. The elevator stops and the doors slide open into the parking lot.Â
âThatâs just nonsense,â Aaron tilts your face down to kiss your forehead, his palms warm on your cheeks. âBe careful, honey.âÂ
âI will.â You stamp a quick kiss on his lips, your cheeks warm, and head to your car. Aaron holds the elevator doors open and waits until you get in before heading again to the sixth floor.
He walks back into the bullpen, past his team gathered at Emilyâs desk, including Garcia. They smirk at him and he glares back.
âNot a word.âÂ
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Kinktober Day 23
Miguel x F!Reader (Bondage)
Summary: Miguel is tired of you running around the Spider Society and needs you to sit down and listen for five minutes.
Warning: MINOR DNI, SMUT, bondage, webs being used in ways they shouldn't be used, overstimulation
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There a good number of things that drove Miguel up a wall. Many of them were due to either his job at Alchemax, or his position at the Spider Society.
Apart from those two, another thing that made Miguel crazy was you.
You were pretty much the hyper active child of the Spider Society. Always swinging around, making a fuss where ever you go. Miguel was getting tired of having to find you and sit you down for even five minutes.
"(Y/N), come to my office," Miguel said with a heavy sigh as he called you via watch.
"Can't right now, Miggy! I'm having a race!"
"Where?!"
"Uhhhhh....can't....bzzz....you..."
Miguel felt his eye twitch as you hung up on him. As he pinched the bridge of his nose, Lyla ever so happily showed him the footage of you racing with some other Spider people. The group of you bumping into pillars left and right.
Honestly, Miguel loved the hyper go-energy you had. He just wished you stood still enough for him to admire you. Watching your body twist and turn made Miguel's mind wander. What did he have to do to keep you still?
Miguel slumped in his seat wondering if you would still try to move if he ever fucked you.
"Hehe, okay, I won! What did you need, Miggy? I have like...three people to meet soon!" You chirped as you swung into his office.
"You're going to have to cancel," Miguel groaned softly, wanting to hide his erection.
"Awe! No fair, you know~ I'll just come bac-"
You gasped as Miguel fired his webbing towards you. With ease, you legs were bound and you had fallen onto the floor. Right when you were going to break free, Miguel swung over and webbed your hands together. Like a fish, you flopped over to face him.
"Fine! Fine, I'll listen." You pouted. Miguel hovered over you, his breathe against your neck,
"Why do you have to make things so difficult?" He asked, causing your heart to race a bit, "Is this how I have to get you to stay still?"
"I guess,"
Miguel was so close to you. Having both your hands and legs tied was making both your mind and heart race. As you looked into his crimson eyes, you couldn't help but lean towards Miguel. You had always found Miguel handsome.
As if he read your mind, Miguel captured your lips in a kiss. His hands rested against your knees, slowly breaking the binding. As you melted into the kiss, you didn't realize that Miguel had positioned himself between your legs, webbing your already bonded hands to the unmovable object.
"Mhm~ Mig-" You gasped between kisses, squirming slightly as you felt his body against yours.
"Shh, you were doing so well," Miguel groaned.
You wanted to whine. You wanted to move, but Miguel was making it difficult. Perhaps if you kept moving, you would get out of his webbing?
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"Ah~ Hn~"
"What's wrong, (Y/N)? Don't wanna move now?"
You had become a moaning mess as Miguel pounded your pussy with his dick. Every time you tried to move, Miguel would change positions, keeping you bounded.
"Mhm~" You flinched as you felt your orgasm approaching.
"No moving remember?" Miguel chuckled.
Webbing your legs up, Miguel leaned into you even deeper than before. His breathing getting heavier as you came upon change. You weren't sure how much more your body could take. Drool was rolling down your cheek as your body kept asking for more.
Your pussy was twitching with every slap of his dick. Your body felt like it was on fire as you started to lose your sense of reason. You wanted to say that it hurt, but you couldn't. Miguel was making a mess of you and felt so damn good.
"Shit, I'm going to cum, (Y/N)." Miguel groaned lowly.
Hearing those words again made your brain spin. You whined and moaned in response as Miguel's pace picked up again. His thick cock pounding against your cervix, ready to unload inside you again.
"Stay still and drink up," Miguel hummed.
Your body arched forward, moaning as you felt him cum inside you. The two of you took a moment to rest before Miguel undid his webs. Your arms and legs flopped to the ground as you breathed heavily.
"You moved again, (Y/N). I have so much to teach you still," Miguel chuckled as he lifted you up against his chest.
"Lemme....rest first."
"But then you haven't learned."
You whined softly as Miguel webbed your hands behind your back as he sat you against his lap. Your pussy swallowed his dick with ease as you let your body rest against him.
"Another round should teach you, right?" Miguel questioned with a kiss.
Needless to say, another round was not enough to keep you still.
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CRY FOR ME -dick grayson x f!reader
â NEW REQUEST FROM ANONYMOUS!: sex pollen, old lovers meet again.
â summary: He loves you, he really does, but he left you. Months wondering why he did that had you crying for him, never ending the never-ending cycle of the abandoned by Dick Grayson wasn't in your to-do list. It's time to hit him with a smile, rather than a goodbye that would leave him wondering.
â warnings: SMUT, angst, sex pollen, mating press, breeding kink, marking, fingering & oral (f receiving), mutlipes orgasms, overstimulation, mention of weight loss (but it's never specified how much or the weight of the reader exactly, neither a body type), hero into villain!reader, med student!reader, mentions of kory and dick being together but never in a relationship, reader is friends with harley quinn, reader was part of the og titans.
A/N: I'm really proud of this one, might even do pt2 if it gets support. -Words: 3.4k
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¨And you know what I hate most of all that shit he put me through?, He-¨
¨Can you please stop talking about Dick Y/N? It's been MONTHS, damn it! almost a year! You're driving me nuts! I'm not even Dick's ex, or friend and I already hate him as much as you do. So let's move on.¨
¨You don't understand, I was a good girlfriend! Shit! I even became a hero for him! Now look where we are.¨
Harley laughs at your remark of how the tables have turned.
Both of you were sitting at the top of a building eating some ice-cream, which Harley insisted on steal from a random kid on the street, after robbing some random store she liked a collar from, you were now looking at how police officers where trying to look for a culpable of this crime.
It's been 11 months and 5 days since Dick broke up with you. You couldn't AND still don't understand why he did it, both of you were fine one day and the next one he decided, 'oh how could I destroy the woman of my dreams heart?, I know how! What if I tell her I don't need her anymore in my life and she's useless! then some months later fuck some fire princess and act like i'm a new person with this new suit and name! oh! also, re-do the titans! when my ex helped me do the og ones, helped when the fell apart but she's useless anyways!'
To say you weren't deep down for him, would be a lie. You don't know how he could keep laughing everyday knowing how his little trauma ass dumped you like trash. Well, if you're being honest he doesn't have a small ass, but that doesn't matter.
¨Aw, I want more ice-cream¨ Coming back to earth after some deep thoughts, Harley grabbed you by the wrists in order to change up and start looking some restaurant for dinner.
After changing clothes and Harley talking about how obsessed she´s with the Joker, you couldn't quite blame her, both of you were finally walking on the street, laughing at some random inside joke both of you had.
¨Huh.¨ Your phone started ringing and you could swear if it wasn't cold enough to freeze you up, the call was. ¨Who is it?¨ Harley asked, sneaking through your shoulder.
¨OH! Donna?, the cute girl you talked about?¨
¨Shhh, let me attend this call... Hello? Donna?¨
¨Y/N, um- hello! How are you? It's been what? one year since we don't talk?¨ ¨I'm... fine. How about you?¨
You were quite confused for this call, on the outside you're calm, but inside, you're freaking out.
¨I'm good, it's nice to hear you're doing fine!¨ ¨Thank you Donna, but I know you just don't call to ask how i'm doing, what's wrong?¨ ¨Oh well, you quite know me well Y/N, i'm sorry it seemed that way, but you're like the only person I know who could help us with some medical issues, you know? So I wanted to ask you if you could come and help us to deal with Conner, and maybe stay some days...? i'll explain you who he is and all of that later.¨ ¨Donna, you know i'm not longer on the me-¨
Harley pinched you in the arm, trying to talk but you were faster. ¨Ow Harley! Stop it!¨ You told your best friend in a whisper so Donna couldn't hear the both of you, also covering the microphone of your phone, for... extra precautions.
¨You don't understand! This is an awesome opportunity! You're going undercover in the titans tower! Imagine how crazy Jack (Jocker) would be! Say yes!¨
Thinking it for a few seconds, she was right, you could get some important information from them, it was indeed, an awesome plan.
¨Who knows, you might also see bird-boy again!¨ She said raising her eyebrows in a teasing way making you roll your eyes.
¨Y/N? Are you still there?¨
¨Yes, when do you need me to be there?¨
¨Erm... now if it's possible¨
You were now unpacking your suitcase, Donna told you to pack for at least a month, isn't that incredible?
You haven't come across any of the other titans, beside, Donna, Dawn, Gar, Rachel, Jason and Rose... Quite interesting team.
You didn't introduced well to the kids since you were in a hurry to enter your temporary room and not ran into someone else...
While you were unpacking your old tools Wayne gave you while you were their medical support 'hero' maybe also because you were a med student, you still helped with fights, bruises and hits.
You found the 'special' bandages you had for Dick, since the 'normal ones weren't soft enough for his bruises' a small smile appeared on your face at those old memories.
Now unpacking your clothes, you found three special lingerie underwear with a note from Harley:
'Just in case you have some fun ;)
xx Harley~'
The note made you roll your eyes but you couldn't deny it brighten your mood, throwing away the not and putting aside the 'Harley present', you continued unpacking your clothes, you brought in a separate case for your suit, just in case.
¨Y/N! Can you come here?¨
¨Coming!¨ maybe you could order the clothes other time.
When you entered the living room, the kids were no longer there, except Jason.
They started explaining you what happened between Deathstroke and what they know about Conner, you were paying attention to know what you're dealing with, you haven't even realize Dick came in sight until Dawn mentioned it.
But Dick didn't came alone, he was next fire princess which you couldn't care less to investigate her name when you found out about Dick meeting her.
¨Oh Dick! We brought Y/N so she could help us with Conner, since we don't have anyone else who knows about this weird medical stuff.¨ They know what happened between you two, and they still decided to ask for your help knowing he's going to be here.
You stood up from the sofa, eyes locking with his, you couldn't longer see the coldness in his eyes, but there wasn't warm either, you couldn't quite decipher what he's feeling.
¨Kory¨ She gave you her hand at which you responded with your name and doing the same. You locked eyes with her for a brief moment, a small smirk appeared in your face but disappeared once the greeting finished.
¨Y/N.¨ You locked eyes with him, a tension only the two of you could feel. You were different, much prettier, you lose some weight too, blame it on the break-up depression, but you were shining.
¨Grayson.¨ Hearing you say his last name instead of his name he could feel a small part of him getting shattered inside him, you changed.
After checking on Conner and taking some notes, it was finally night time, you were eating some cereal, knowing more about Gar and Rachel, Kory, Dawn, Donna and Robin were dressed up with their suits.
¨We have some issues to deal tonight with another troublemaker, nothing serious though, just a one night problem.¨ Dick announced while getting ready to go out.
¨Y/N, you should come! Maybe warm out a little like the old times." Dawn invited you, how nice of her, only if she knew you were also a troublemaker.
¨No thank you, i'm only here for medical support.¨ You gave her a small smile and said your goonights.
Some knocking in your door woke you up, it only passes one hour since you went asleep and they're already annoying you, first day!
¨Y/N? Are you awake?¨ You heard Dawn saying though the door.
¨Mmh¨ You replied.
¨We need you, it's Dick.¨
Even more annoying.
You walked next Dawn through the halls until you finally came into Dick´s room. Inside they were Donna and Kory, clearly concerned about his well being.
His behavior seemed, weird, there wasnât any bruises or cuts, not even blood. He was just twisting in pain on his bed. You stepped closer to him, and got your hand on top of his forehead at which he only whined, that scared you, since it sounded more like a moan than a whine. He was hot, sweating and moving a lot.
You had your suspicions what this could be, but you needed to confirm it, this can't be real.
¨Can you please... tell me with which villain you fought with?¨
¨Ivy¨ Donna said.
Shit.
¨I need to make a call¨ you quickly said running out of the room.
¨Surprise, surprise!¨ Harley said in her taunting tone. ¨Oh my god Harley, I can't believe you.¨ ¨Well, you know a girl needs to help her best friend, so... I called another friend and voilà !¨ ¨What am I supposed to do? I don't have the fucking cure for sex pollen Harley! I owe you one, can't believe Ivy did this for me.¨ ¨You just said it, sex. C´mon Y/N!, it's your moment to play with him! He had you like a sad girl, why don't turn her into a mad girl? Make him cry for you. Break his heart like he did with you.
You ended the call, and just in time, Kory came. ¨Y/N, we need you Dick keeps talking about you and rambling about some stupid things.¨ You could sense a strange behavior from her, like if she just discovered something big.
Watching Dick twisting in pain and saying your name in just some black briefs felt good. You can't lie to yourself Harley was right.
¨It's sex pollen¨ You admitted.
¨And what's the cure? Do you have it? That's why you made the call?¨ Donna asked.
¨No, the only cure for it it's well... sex. The pollen might last for at-least 3 days or even a week, symptoms are well... extremely high sex-drive, dehydration, high temperatures, and... I think that's all.¨
Donna chuckled at what happened to Dick, ¨Let's go girls, let's leave this to Kory.¨ Dawn just laughed at a very shocked and blushed Kory, ¨Don't be like that Donna, Kory and Dick haven't confirmed anything yet.¨ You felt your jaw clenching, but decided to act calm, and when all of you were almost leaving, you were stopped.
¨No. I want her.¨ Dick said, pointing towards you. All of you stayed quiet at the sudden confession. You were shocked to say at least, blood rushing to your cheeks, you were about to leave that damn room until you remembered what Harley said.
Cry for me.
Donna grabbed your shoulder, looking at you. ¨You don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable.¨
¨No. It's okay, i'm in.¨
After mentally preparing yourself, bringing some water bottles into the room, they left you alone with him.
You sat next to him on his bed, memories came back flying around the both of you.
¨Look, I know that-¨ He completely cut you off when he started kissing you, making you lay down on the bed, you left a small moan when he broke the kiss for a moment.¨Oh my god, you don't know how much I wanted to kiss you again.¨
Did he missed you? Every question that came to your mind was easily erased when he started kissing and sucking your neck while unbuckling your jeans and taking them down with your underwear, he pulled apart to admire the bruises he left, he grabbed your panties and threw them to his nightstand.
He started kissing your thighs, making small pauses on each to make sure he's marking you as his again. Every time he went higher until he gave a small peck on your clit. ¨I can't wait to taste you sweetheart.¨ There it is... the nickname.
He got your legs over his shoulders and gave a testing long lick on your pussy, teasing your hole. At which he started sucking your clit once he heard the high pitched moan you did when he teases your hole.
His started spelling his name with his tongue on your pussy at which it only made you hornier, suddenly he inserted his index finger inside you. Dick sped up, fingers now flicking in and out of you at light speed, nose pressed into your clit, and before you knew it you were cumming, shuddering on his mouth, crying out his name. Quickly he took all the remaining clothes from you and him, now both of you completely naked for each-other.
He was rock hard. No, scratch that, his cock looked like it was made of fucking ruby. Red and painful and already half-soaked with pre-cum.
He pressed your legs impossibly closer to your torso, moving down to meet your eyes, until you were folded in half beneath him, legs on his shoulders, putting you into aâ
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
This was going to be a long night.
He fell on his forearms, and you wondered how much more you could take- He laced his fingers on top of your head, thumbs on your forehead, holding you still. He mumbled out another gonna make you feel sâ good before pounding you in earnest, practically bouncing you both on his mattress. His balls smacked against your ass, and the feeling was so damn satisfying that he just had to go harder. You would sport matching bruises tomorrow, his hips on your ass. You pushed out moans in time with his unforgiving pace, a metronome playing the beat to which his sanity danced away from him.Â
âMore?â He sounded fucking pathetic, like he was asking himself that, his voice octaves higher than it usually was, but he didnât care. âMore, you little slut? That what you want? You want more?â
âIâll give you more,â he babbled, âMore, baby, give you more give you everythinâ gonna fuck you so hard you wonât walk for weeks.â
Heâs not too worried about hurting youâyouâre already so wetâmore that heâs afraid heâll cum the second he starts moving again. Out of his previous partners, he doesnât think any of them have felt this good around him.
âPlease-â a strand of incomprehensible begs and pleads leaves his mouth when he starts thrusting into you again.
¨Shit- how are you even tighter huh? You've been keeping this tight pussy just for me?¨ He's a whiny mess, small kisses every time he cans, praises here and there.
âMmm yes please yes please yesyesyesssââ was all you could manage. He laughed at you, breathless, and you wondered how he could keep up this pace and still rattle off incredibly filthy little comments, looking right in your eyes.Â
âYouâd like that? Yeah? Gonâ look so pretty, little baby, so pretty full of my child, yeah? All round and glowing and heavy with me. All of âem will look at you and see me, all me, see that I did that. You want that? You want that you want thatââ
He leans forward to coo praise into your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe. Goosebumps raise along your exposed flesh. The sound of skin slapping on skin echoes through the stairwell. Sometime during this his teeth find the soft muscle of your neck, leaving a crescent shape mark thatâll certainly bruise in the morning.
You're pretty sure everyone on this tower have heard the both of you fucking like rabbits by now, but knowing this was going to follow him his whole life, with the memories of him fucking you every way possible just so you could leave him, it's all you need to don't care about that.
The first time he cums, he doesnât even realize he has. He shudders. It felt goodâa bit too goodâbut nothing out of the ordinary. It makes him do a double take. His cock doesnât even go soft. Drips of cum run down your thighs, pooling on the bed-sheets beneath you.
His thumb traces circles around your clit, moving in erratic, uneven motions. Dick leans back down for another kiss. You can taste yourself on him, though itâs not entirely unpleasant. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding him to your chest. The two of you can only fuck and cum until youâre too exhausted to continue. Youâve never felt so full. The thought of using protection crossed your mind onceâand only for a momentâthe pollen leaving you too desperate to care.
Second day and he wouldn't give you a break to nap for a minute.
His body curved and bowed, hips pressed hard against you, arms below your body and hands gripping your shoulders. âMmm fuck baby,â Dick muttered into your mouth, your moans coming out of you almost breathless. âYeah, yeahyeahyeah milk me fucking milk my cock gonna cum in you fuck a baby, my baby into you and youâre gonna fucking take it take it nnngh ââ
He buried his face into your neck, teeth latching on to skin, biting down to draw blood, a choked groan as he came, really came, his balls squeezing painfully, a deep ache in his gut, indescribable tingles all along his cock, his spine, down to the soles of his feet.
Third day, and you started getting him where you wanted it.
âSensitive,â you hissed, âSensitive, Dick, you insatiableââ
âInsatiable is right,â he said to you, eyes wide, still looking like you just told him the Earth was flat. He towered over you, kneeling now, and with horror and a bit of something else you felt how hard he still was.Â
¨I missed you so much, the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you.¨
Fourth day he started getting sensitive but that didn't stopped him, and he was a little more languid, strokes slow and smooth, his thighs shaking just a bit as exhaustion started to settle in. His cum was spreading in a pool on the sheets now, and you couldnât bring yourselves to be even a little disgusted. He loved it. He loved so much how it felt that tears dropped from his eyes every-time he felt that electric shock come to him when he was about to come. He was crying for you.
Last day. Fifth day. Barely even thrusting anymore, just a slow grind of his hips, the friction and the pressure and the raw sensation squeezing out what could have been an orgasm if only both of you were awake enough to feel it.
When you both woke up the next day, he was staring at you, straddling your hair, and that's when you knew it.
¨Good morning sweetheart.¨
You just answered with a small ¨hey¨
¨I never through of seeing you laying next to me again, it felt like home. I'm sorry I did that to you, you don't know how much I regret it, please, give me a second chance.¨
Bingo.
Without saying a word, you grabbed some shirt of his, long enough to cover yourself and went back to your room, stumbling and shaking someway you made it. You changed yourself, taking a minute to observe how he marked you, it was time.
You went back to his room, already changed, you gave him a smile and sat on the bed with him, with no emotion behind your eyes, it was your time.
¨You were ready to leave me for her.¨ Confusion, first stage he made you go through.
¨I was doing fine, really, but then you walked again into my life again and fucked me up.¨ Sadness and lies. Second stage.
¨You think this will make me stay?¨ You signaled the both of you. ¨You think with just some stupid sex to heal you is enough of an apology?¨ A laugh escaped your mouth. ¨You thought this was real?¨
¨You know for a fucking fact this wasn't supposed to happen.¨ You got your hand on top of his, faking a caring smile looking at him.
¨When friends of yours make jokes about how you always leave them, you think it's funny, but it's not. That hurts a lot, actually.¨
You got up from the bed and stepped closer to the door, you paused for a second and turned around to see a hurt Dick naked on the bed with just some blanket covering him.
¨And Dick... Of course I still love you, if it wasn't for me, I would go crying and throwing myself into your arms again.¨
¨You still can.¨ He tried.
¨No.¨ You chuckled. ¨I won't let myself get hurt again. Our love isn't worth the fight. Goodbye Dick Grayson.¨
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Tim's wife coming home for good from the army(that's how her and Tim met) and surprises him at the station and meets the rookies who couldn't believe the hardass Tim bradford was such a softie for someone, let alone married -you did very good on my last request thought I'd give you my other one I had in my notes
for good? - tim bradford
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The plane ride was tortuous, your leg bounced up and down uncontrollably waiting for your flight to end so you could finally see Tim.Â
You had been deployed for nearly two years, and it was hard. Your contract had finally ended, you neglected to tell Tim you had not re-signed it. You had contacted Wade and formed a plan with him to assure everything would go to plan and stay a surprise.
Tim was used to you not calling everyday knowing how busy you were so that was already taken care of, god how you missed Tim. The last several months you knew you were retiring, it was killing you to not share it with Tim but you wanted to be face to face with him, to see the surprise on his face, to be able to hug him tight and tell him you were never leaving again.
As soon as the plane landed you were on your feet reaching for your carry on, you were the first to unboard. Time felt as if it slowed, you looked around and saw families rushing for their flights, and people sitting around or nodding off waiting for their gates to be called. You had almost forgotten what a civilized society looked like, constantly being cooped up on base with people who wear the same clothes, walk, talk, and breathe the same way.Â
Your eyes became blurry, the image of everything youâve missed suddenly hitting you. All of the quiet late night talks you didn't get to have, all of Timâs milestones you weren't there to cheer him on for, nothing had paused when you left, and it was foolish for you to think they would but a small part of you hoped. Your heart ached but you continued your walk to baggage claim, impatiently waited for your bags to finally come into sight on the conveyor belt.Â
The car ride to the station had been long, although you were jetlagged, the excitement of finally seeing Tim was more than enough to keep your body awake. The moment you saw the station it felt like your heart had skipped a beat, the uber driver dropped you off at the main entrance and you walked in suitcases and duffle bags in hand.Â
âHello! Can I help you?â the sweet front dusk lady asked you with a big smile, âYes, i'm here to see Sargent, Wade Grey.â you returned the welcoming smile. She made a call, presumably to Wade and then allowed you to head up to his office.
â(Y/n)!â Wade greeted as you stepped your heavy boots into his office, âIt feels like I haven't seen you in forever!â he walked over and took your mountains of bags off your shoulders and hands before giving you a warm hug. âIt has been forever, Sirâ you stated, formalities still ingrained in your head âOh come on, you donât have to call me âSir,â just Wade (y/n)â he laughed, you shook your head with a laugh accompanying his.Â
Everyone welcomed you home with open arms, helping you with putting up banners and blowing up balloons, putting confetti everywhere, making the room very loud and obvious that something big was happening. Wade had made Tim go on a patrol run, making up some excuse that he needed Tim to check out an abandoned warehouse that was possibly housing drug addicts. Clearly that was a lie, Wade knew damn well no suspicious activity was going on at that warehouse but he knew it would give the precinct time to set up your welcome home party.Â
Tim was very annoyed when he realized there was nothing going on at the abandoned warehouse, it was actually quite clean. Tim sighed and radioed that everything was clear and he was making his way back to the station, on his drive back he had noticed it had been a good while since he heard from you and made a mental note to try and call you later after his shift.Â
The moment everyone heard Timâs radio response stating he was coming back to the station, your nerves shot up, you had missed him so much it was killing you. It felt like your soul was constricting and struggling to wait for its other half to be connected to it again, as you waited, you noticed a few new people appear. They looked slightly confused at what exactly Wade had wanted when he radioed them to come back to the station for an important meeting, âDid we walk into the right building?â Nolan asked looking around comically, you had pointed him out immediately from the way he walked in.Â
Tim had told you about the rookies a couple of years ago when they first came in, Nolan, Lucy, and Jackson. He could not stand Nolan and was glad to not have him as his âboot,â while overseas Tim had called you abnormally early telling you about Jackson and although you had not met him, you heart broke for what he couldâve been. You wished you were home to comfort Tim, and you wouldâve gone AWOL just to hug Tim if he hadnât made you promise you'd stay on base.
Now, Lucy, you had felt bad for Lucy because you knew that she was going to fall victim to all the âTim-Testsâ and have to put up with all of Timâs stern glances and lack of sense of humor. Tim had talked about Lucy quite a few timeâs on calls, he told you about what she had gone through and you knew she was going to be an exceptional cop with how brave she stayed during her time in captivity.
Following Nolanâs confusion was who you assumed was his rookie, you had not been told about her yet but she looked sweet and smiled when she saw you in uniform and the sign above your head that announced âim home.â The young rookie had hit the arm of the other rookie, who Tim had mentioned, Aaron Thorsen. You knew the name, and Tim had expressed his concern for Aaron joining the team.
âYou must be the rookieâs Tim told me about!â you grinned widely, they all looked at you surprised and even slightly confused âim (y/n), Timâs wife! Nice to finally meet you guysâ you continued with quiet amusement as they were all left with mouths agape.Â
âTimâs wife? The grump was able to get a wife?â the young rookie had asked, looking at you. A small laugh left your body, you knew he wasnât a big angel at work but you never thought he was that bad to get nicknamed âthe grump.âÂ
All of them came up to you, introducing themselves and making small remarks at how different you were from Tim, you were sunshine compared to him. Thatâs what they said at least.
While you all were talking you heard the familiar voice you have waited so long to hear in person, âWhat happened? What are you guys all doing here?â Tim questioned fast, wondering why so many colors were blowing up in his face. âThatâs no way to talk to your colleagues is it, honey.â your snarky remark nearly made him stop breathing, he looked at you, taking your form in. His eyes were wide and teary â(y/n)?â he croaked out, voice breaking. âIm homeâ you exclaimed with the same croak to your voice, as if time around you two stood still he ran towards you, sweeping you off your feet as he hugged you. âYouâre home? I thought you werenât getting home till next week? What changed?â He had a million questions and you could only answer him one at a time.
âTim, Baby, I'm home for good. I didnât re-sign.â you whispered softly, he looked at you like you had personally created the entire milky way right in front of him. âYouâre home. Forever?â his knees almost buckled at the thought of being able to wake up next you everyday for the rest of your lives.
You nodded your head and hugged him tighter, he held you like you were the only woman to ever exist. He silently thanked whoever listened that you were home and safe in his arms.
Once you two were done having your moment, he introduced you to the new recruits, and Angela gave you a hug welcoming you home and telling you and Tim, you all had to go on a double date. You were still shocked she had married a lawyer and now had two children.Â
You sat there with Tim, taking in your environment and enjoying the loud laughter and stories on what Tim did for Lucyâs âTim-Testsâ, as you sat listening to the god awful stories, you were at peace, sitting around with the people who kept your husband up and safe while you were away.
You had never been happier and you were glad to be able to feel this with Tim right by your side.
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