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writingakanatorior101 · 4 months ago

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His lessons

Minors DNI

Summary: When Sam finds Y/N's diary of her fantasies of him he can't help but reciprocate the feeling

Contains: Bondage, Choking, Dom and Sub, teacher and student dynamic, penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, yandere sam if you squint.

Smut below

Sam's anger wasn't like Dean's that was for sure it didn't come out in a violent rage he never raised his voice with you. Dean had scolded you multiple times but Sam never did if anything he tried to prevent it. You were in Bobbys' care at first after your parents who were hunters died unforantley most likely from a vengeful spirit. It was two weeks later you were handed over to Dean and Sam.

Dean was handsome, to say the least. He belonged on the cover of a magazine or something the past few months you had been with him there were girls pawing over him hell even the last few hunts. But Sam god Sam was something different. After all the angelic face was always the reason you finish. Those long hard nights after dangerous hunts where you had to spend extra time showering thinking about him with your hands between your thighs.

He taught you so much from lore to self-defense the most basic things. He even coached you through more touchy things like your parent's death and that boy who broke up with you. It's not like you don't feel guilt over it you do. Sometimes it's hard to look him in the eyes.

Well, it didn't use to be hard. Your journal was always there for you. Dean used to tease you and call it a diary but respected your privacy anyway Sam would sometimes causally look over always suspicious but never bothered looking. It was a nice-looking diary of red velvet with a padlock on the front. The contents of it would make even the most promiscuous lady of the night blush. It contained no shortage of detail about your love for Sam and how much you adored the beauty he contained.

It should have ended there right you would just wait out the lust and keep a tight seal on it and in most cases you would have been right. But it was a dark night in the motel you had just gotten done hunting a poltergeist however what you neglected to notice was the damned thing that blew your journal open it had gotten rid of the lock on the journal like it was nothing.

So you left in on your bed while you showered thinking nothing of it.

Sam thought everything of it and he definitely noticed the loosened journal. You would be in the shower for a while he isn't stupid he knows what you do in there. He can't blame you he has to as well most of the time it is while you sleep with your panties in his hand the laced white ones after all those were your favorite to wear. He does it when you are sleeping normally he grabs them and runs to the bathroom thinking about the curve of your ass or maybe how you always try to please him on hunts thinking of your voice "Sam did I do this right" or "Can you help me please I'm worried". You innocent girl had this man panting like a fucking dog over the sink did you know you did this to him. The guilt after finishing swallowed him whole he was supposed to be teaching you and protecting you not wanting to fuck you like a dog in heat.

Would you even be able to take him, your so much smaller? He feels like he would crush you. Either way, your journal was open on the bed and he wasn't missing this opportunity he swiped it greedily off the bed and sat it on his lap whilst disguising another book over it. Overall your handwriting was neat and a lot was written like the death of your mom and dad the friends you missed and what was this. The handwriting looked messy now and rushed it was slanted and damn near cursive. It was all about him.

How you dreamt of his cock imagined it and wondered how it felt. How did his hands feel around your neck did he like begging?? Or maybe you are on your knees for him your diary even mentioned that you had never had cock before only lusted for it. Sam could feel the blood rushing in his pants right about the same time the shower turned off. Fuck he might as well rip that damn towel off and ask to take you right there, he could be your first and last.

He cleared his throat "Y/n are you done yet I really need in." What did he need that bad you thought so bad he needed the door open while you were naked. Without being able to say anything the door opened and your towel fell from the shock.

What was even weirder was your dairy in his left hand you remember writing that page vividly it was the one about your fantasy with him you even had your hand in your pants while you did it. "I see you found my diary Sam."

"I understand why this needed a lock now, don't be embarrassed this is normal." Despite his statement, your cheeks were still red and you were naked in front of him. You noticed one very prominent bulge in his pants. He makes steps towards you. "From my understanding princess, you have never had any cock ever?" You shake your head you can feel your legs starting to shake. "How about we learn a little bit about it ok I can make you into a woman baby let you learn how to take a man?"

The puddles in your clit probably weren't going away anytime soon "I would like that." He lets out a low chuckle before picking you up and setting you on the bed. The room was dark and nothing was on but the TV. The bed caved you in and it was so soft it smelled like him. His cologne the musk sent your head into a haze. You reached for his hand just wanting to feel him. "Shh baby I'm right him Im not going anywhere."

The bed shifted in weight when his body hovered over yours. All that was missing from him was his belt it was in his left hand. "Ok princess I'm gonna tie your hands ok are you ok with that."

The belt was cold and had no shortage of pressure with it. He was in complete control. How much of your journal did he read shit or did he just like belts??

"I want the belt S-sam" It was hard to get words out hard to believe this was even happening. Sam's hair looked so fluffy you reached a hand out to grab it but he was so far above you it felt meaningless to do. His eyes were so dark their green hint was.

"What trying to pet me baby" he let out a chuckle before lowering his head. Without another word, he restained your wrist with one hand. His demeanor changed to something more feral. "We'll have time for all that later princess Just let me have this now." Your legs were wrapped around him now struggling to encase his body with them. Your wrists were starting to hurt from the pressure and most of all you could free the bulge pushing into your core. Little mews were coming from your mouth while he was tying the belt. The wetness gathering on his crotch was starting to become noticeable. At first, you could feel his nose on your neck then the moisture from his mouth.

The sucking is painful but blissful at the same time. "I'm sure you won't care if I mark you right babe, I mean people can know that we do this." He grip on your wrist became harder. You could feel his tongue swirling on your neck all you wanted was him in your heat. This was cruel teasing. Looking over to the mirror next to you it was floor-length and took up half the wall you could see the paleness of your skin and a purple and brown spot on your neck with your legs still on his back.

It was a beautiful sight but being fucked into a mattress sounded better right now than teasing. Tightening your legs on him you began to shift your hips up and down the feeling of how big he was you just knew you wouldn't be walking right for days.

In truth Sam knew you were gonna have to rely on him well into the morning carrying you into the bathroom and helping you get up he liked the idea that made him feel like you were his and that hickie on your neck confirmed it. But now you were rutting your hips on his cock. God were you that fucking desperate for release but then again he did tie your hands with a belt.

"Does someone want my clothes off" he dipped two large digits into your clit and began a back-and-forth motion. Your eyes widen and you feel a stretch and a little bit of pain with a moan escaping from your mouth. "So tight, this is the most that's ever been in you huh, maybe I'll be gentle huh." The pace of his fingers was merciless now your back was arcing off the bed . "You said you would be gentle." It's all you could manage to get out he felt mad at you. "After what you wrote about me in that journal little girl gentleness is out of the question and if I didn't know better I'd say you wanted to be treated like a whore babe."

He let out a sigh followed by a low laugh. "Close your eyes I want you to feel me before you see me." At that, your whole body tensed up your eyes closed not because you were following orders but because you were scared of how big his length was his fingers felt like they were tearing your apart you can't even imagine how his cock feels. The sound of the zipper is all you can hear and you can feel your nipples perking up. Sam was at the edge of the bed admiring your body. He murmured something about a beautiful sight while dragging his hand down from your chest to your thigh.

"You are so blessed princess a body like this and you haven't been touched yet, makes me feel so disgusting." He can feel you trembling under his fingers it makes him carnal. The weight of the bed was shifting again all you could do right now was breathe. His large hand met your hip holding you steady "Make as much noise as you want princess let everyone know how happy you are."

You felt a tip being dragged in between your folds gathering your wetness he was leaving beads of precum at your entrance applying more pressure to your hip you felt his length go lower "Breathe baby" and that was it his tip was in and it felt like tearing and stretching was the girth and length. Both his hands grabbed your legs and pulled them up to his shoulders the deeper he went you could feel one very prominent vein all the way down his shaft. You lost control of your legs and he wasn't even fully in yet. "Someone's legs are shaking I see I know I'm big baby but I think you're doing great, you have a little bit more than half left ok."

Sam looked down your cunt was greedy trying to swallow him whole there was even a cute little puddle of wetness under you. You wanted him that badly. So tight he wasn't going to have trouble finishing. Pushing his length in more he could feel you shifting your hips on him again trying to push yourself down. "Greedy little girl, not scared of my cock good." His voice went low again. His hand kept your legs on his shoulders but one shifted to your neck. Sleazy moans escaped from your mouth.

Before you knew it his full length was inserted and you couldn't feel your legs anymore. He let you wrap your legs around him again and that's how you were holding onto him. "Good girl, all mine now yeah."

His grip on your throat got tighter and his thrust started to get faster. "Gonna fill you up so good sweetie, you won't be walking for a good while." Those words only made you more wet. Your mews were uncontrollable now spurring Sam on in a very disgusting way. "I felt so gross wanting this babe, looking at you like this" You could feel your eyes rolling into the back of your head now there was not much you could comprehend. "I had my cock in my hand all the time thinking about you, I could break you, princess." His breath was hot in your ear.

"When I saw you first I knew what I wanted I felt horrible but it was an urge and uncontrollable one I thought maybe I was possessed again or maybe you're just meant to take my cock." All you could give him back were moans in response.

"I'm sorry babe" Your legs were shaking and you were a moaning mess. Hot thick rope of cum coated your insides. "you can open your eyes babe."

#i cant write smut #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #lovers

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writingakanatorior101 · 6 months ago

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Reaching over the line (see what I did there)

Summary: Linette needs a groundbreaking interveiw to pass her psych class which she is very desperatly failing. Luckyl Reacher is here to lend a hand.

Warning: Age gap , penetration , pyschology, neither of them understand themeselves

Also this is only a chapter of the story the full fic is Wattpad @SaturdaysLattes

Smut under line

MDNI

The sun peaked through my dorms curtains the beams of sunlight hit the fluffy white rug of my small dorm. The whole place may be 19ft, since my dorm was a single I had a bathroom and a little portable stove and mini fridge. I normally dont eat when I wake up I just keep my minifiridge stalked with ICE caffine drinks the blueberry ones are my favorite but there are some rasberry ones in there. Its about 5:30 now I pulled an all nighter 3 days in a row so thats probaly why I woke so late. Which means I have about two hours before Reacher gets here for this interveiw.

I want my mind to drift anywhere but this interveiw. Fuck anxiety shakes the thought of this interveiw might kill me. Looking around the dorm is already pretty clean. The only thing the isnt clean is me and my thoughts about him.

I wish I could just throw my brain away when he's around or comes into my mind. The thoughts about him are henious sinful even. I feel guilt when I look at him, is my attraction to him even justfided is it because he is older. Is it representation of lack of something. God why did I need to be a fucking psychology major.

The mirror on the wall tells me I need to shower very desperately. Dark circles under my eyes portrays my lifestyle of the last three days. My hair even though its short it greasy and loosing volume. Sad to think the middle aged man I'm obbsesed with saw me in such gremlin like state. Turning the shower on I can feel water pour all over my body. How does Reacher live , where is here from? How many questions can I get away with asking him in this interveiw. Yeah theres the prompt Smothers handed out to us with questions like "How was your childhood" or "What do you fear the most" but I feel like asking him anything is so personal. He feels so personal to me and I dont even know him.

By now steams fooging up my glass if the waters not burning I just dont feel clean. I already know what I want to ask him.

"Do you have kids"

"Do you have a wife"

"Do you know its impossible for me to be around you and not feel like a whore"

I might have to refrain from that last one. Its insane it really is I have interveiwed tones of people for pyschology the words pour out of me in interveiws, yet im lucky if I dont freeze during this one. Inch by inch I can feel the water bringing me back to life from the past three days and just for one moment everything was right there was no smother no hot middle aged man who flusters me it was just the warmth. But you know what they say about moments their fleeting.

I fall agisnt the cold stone wall of my shower. It was perfect maybe Margrave isn't bad when this murder thing blows over I'll consider staying after college. Reaching for the shower handle, I turn off the shower.

The air when I step out of the shower is cold making me want to crawl back in and desperatley kling to heat. Luckily I keep the heater on all year around in the dorm but it never feels warm enough. Right now it should be about six right. So wheres my phone to prove that. Looking down at the counter its not there or on the top of the toilet so I must have left it on my bed.

Then there he was and there I was

Naked with only a towl on my head.

Most people would have left or coverd their eyes maybe turned around. Reachers face was red. His eyes just went to my face. Then lower and lower. There was water running down my body left over from the show. A moisture emerged between my legs. I didn't even hear him come him he didn't make a peep. "Im sorry, I thought you would come out in clothes or something!" He turned away from me towards a wall. Before he did I notice the throbbing bulge in his pants he was definatley blessed so to speak. While still be turned around he moved his hands over his crotch most likely to hide the massive boner.

Was he attracted to me I mean yeah put any naked girl in front of a man and he'll get hard but he was babying me last night treating me like I couldn't care for myself. So I may have just changed this whole perception of myself.

Of course hiding a boner doesn't help when a 6'6 man is wearing grey sweatpants and white shirt. "Umm could you go to the hall for a second, your standing right in front of my bra and underwear drawer."

By now my face is porbaly also red. My nipples perked up from the air, I have no idea how much he saw, it was only for a secound but I felt like the whole of me was exposed now. There was no point putting clothes on he just saw the most intimate part of me. "Yeah I'll be out in the hallway." He utterd before slyly shutting the door so no one out there would see me.

What in the world do I wear now. I dont really have time to plan an outfit. Why in the fuck did he show up so early also. Its 6 'o clock I should have another hour and 30 minuites left. No matter how many clothes I sift through I feel like nothing will suffice for the fact that this man saw me bear ass naked. So its a free for all I guess.

I reach for black lace underwear and mesh up bra. Camo yoga pants and a new york dark blue crew neck. No bother trying I guess. I'm sure he will understand the lack of a cute outfit. I make my way torwards the door. Thats when it occurs to me whats on the actual list of questions. The top of list Smothers gave us is fine light stuff even its the bottom that scares me.

See in psychology we belive that what attracts you to a person says more about you. For example if a man likes blondes and only dates them theres a chance he belives sterotypes more than the rest of the population. This works for anyone with a fetish or something along thoes lines.

But getting him to admit something like that to me is going to be challenge, like I said though he did already approve the list I might throw a few in myself if I'm feeling bolder.

I poke my head out the door. "Its ready now if you still want to do this." All I hear behind me is movment from him then the door closing behind me. "Again" he starts "I'm sorry, I showed up early because I just wanted to get it out of the way best way to handle things that make your nervous."

I left out a soft giggle. "Aww this makes big Reacher nerovous." It then occurs to me that making fun of this man who three times the size of the average person isn't a good idea. "Thoes aren't lightweight questions."

I turn to meet his eyes. Still that ligth crimson blue they were last time. "I know, thats why I ask them, and to be honest" I pull a chair out and sit down and offer him the one infront of me "I need someone who has a handle on their damage and at the same time I can unraval."

A chuckle leaves him. "Your not going to unreaval anything here." He sounds so sure thats normally a good sign I'm going to suceed. "Thats for me to decide not you Reacher."

"Like when you cant decide when to stop drinking caffeine and as for that list of questions I dont even awnser thoes when I'm blackout drunk."

I dont blame him for being afraid to answer most would be. Hell he's seen me naked and now he is telling me about childhood tramua. We might as well be a couple.

God do I love a good puzzle of a man. "Good thing your painfully sober Reacher or should I say Jack."

His breath changes. "How do you know my first name?"

"Its public knowlege now on the police record."

"Anyway Jack lets start. Where and how were you raised."

Time passed during our interveiw. The things I learned about him during that time explained everything the protective nature , how he knew I was watching him it even partly explained his lifestyle. I had a seperate paper for the assigment other than the tape recorder I just set out so it could seem more causal it gets people to spill more anyway.

Apparently Reacher was rasied on a Military base well multiple Military bases and later joined the military himself and did tours in Iraq. I was 5 years old when that war ended. Looking ta him for a moment I relaize how different he was than I am. I felt domestic in his prescnece this man has seen the worst of the worst. He's unlike anyone I have ever interveiw so his anwsers are by nature going to be better. I look down at my paper it has follow up notes with psychology terms all over it and certain sentences he says that I belive mean something.

"When this is over can I see the paper?" I look down this is a very alarming paper looking at it now its like a diagnosis and conspiracy theories of everything that I percive to be wrong with him. Its like handing someone on big insult.

"Do you wanna see the paper Reacher, its not a nice paper."

"Well this interveiws about me so I'm sure its not."

"Tell you what when this is over you can have the orgianl copy."

"On to my next question, now I dont belive you have the ablity to be one but what do you think makes a serial killer Mr.Reacher?"

His face is blank he knew this question was coming I just dont think he thought I was ballsy enough to ask it.

"I guess someone with a motive to kill and a lack of remorse for what they do." His face was darker now he showed multiple signs of being in deeper thought. "No I dont think I have the ability to be a serial killer Linette, I already know what your about to ask. Things still keep me up at night to this day and I most definaltey have guilt."

A smile makes it way onto my lips "Well that takes away questions 23 and 24 I guess."

"Why do you do this?" he says. "Your sitting in your dorm room with a man you chased down to suceed when you know the odds are stacked agisnt you, I looked into Dr.Smothers he has done this to other female students."

I take my glasses off and set them on the desk. "Well Reacher from what you told me you have hunted many people down and the odds are always agisnt you, so you tell me why do I do this."

There it was agian that tenison from yesterday in the diner. It felt more serious than him putting his hand on my shoulder no I knew who I was sitting in front of now and I think he was getting nervous because he knew that to.

"Ok next question, something we learned in class that a what a man is attracted to in a women wether thats her looks or personality it says a lot. It also means something how he pursues her."

He shifts in his seat whcich tells me I'm getting closer to what I need. "First my military tramua now I'm talking about my love life." I look down at the paper pretending not to the notice the reason Mr. Jack Reacher had to cross his legs. One very big reason, the same reason I have to the tensions simply that strong. Not to mention the little naked scene earlier didn't help.

The sun is gone now the sky is painted black and all thats on in my small dorm is my salt lamp and thoes little sunset lamp things you see all over TikTok. This was no mood for a professional interveiw. In a normal setting we would be at a real desk not my small table off of a amazon. There would be brighter lights we would be in better clothing and there definalty wouldn't be a lavender diffuser on the table.

Because of how comforting my enviorment is he probaly feels right at home. This is nothing like an investigation. Watching him shift in his seat trying to move the his so called "probelm" around so its not noticeable. Theres prominat veins on the side of his neck. I have cracked him but not in the way I wanted to. It doesn't work when your also attracted to the interveiwee. I have my legs in a criss cross now. I have tried to put on a relaxed front as long as possible. We both know how eachother feels that whats making this so hard.

"I guess tell me why you pursue the women you do".

"Their drive I guess, the ablity to see things through no matter what happens. Like hunters." Like hunters he added that on pourpose. When people use sentances like that it indicates the thought that they might feel targeted or in turn are trying to target you. That definatley didn't help the wetness growing in between my thighs. That fucker he did that shit on pourpose. "Well that expailns all the loose ends you have for a love life Reacher."

"Excuse me" He's undressing me with his eyes now. Whats worse is he doesn't need to imagine he already knows what there. I needed to say anything to de buff this situation so we dont end up rolling on my bed. Not that I dont want to that would be lovely. But it doesn't look good when your aiming to be a professional psychologist.

I shift my foucus back to the present moment. "Well you adimited earlier that you dont stay places for long am I too asume that you mantian celibacy."

"You think I just sleep with women thats ins-"

"Yes" I cut him off.

"I can see that there is no signs that women comforts you regulary just yourself."

"I dont really have time to do that what my job Linette."

"Self proclaimed job but I dont think you can handle solid commitment."

"Are you gonna tie me up and throw tomatoes at me next?"

"I'll let the rest of the town do that."

"Do you always show this much respect to the people you interveiw or this just for me."

The wetness isn't going away. The cat and mouse game is making it worse. For christ sakes does this man know what he is doing. For all I know he could be luring me in. All the task is now is finish the interveiw and keep my clothes on(which I already failed) and dont end up on top of him.

"How about I grab your water or tea. Take a break look over the list of questions again."

"That fine I'll have tea" He says, I walk behind him to my very tiny kitchen all I really is Lipton packets and sugar and a kettle my neighbor from the bronx gave me when I lived in New York her name was Frances she had a british accent she was quiet sweet.

I simply set the pot on the stove and left the tea bag in there just like she taught me. One of the worst things about Reacher is I cant hear his movements the bastards as queit as a mouse even though he is the size of a damn race horse.

I feel something poking at the curve of my ass though. I could see his hands on both sides of the counter and I could feel the heat from his body on my back. "Did you do it on pourpose, inviting me here is there something else you want?"

His hands travled from the counter down to my hips pulling me closer to his member. I can feel everything through thoes grey sweatpants he had two veins that run down his member and whats even worse is the tip its pointed directly at my entrance with a feeling big enough to rip me apart. The pressure from his hands grabbing on my hips were almost lifting me off the ground. "Tell me you want something from me Linette and not that this is just and interveiw please pretty girl"

His breathe in my ear isn't making this any better. I can feel the redness on my face growing. The wetness now is horrible I cant think anymore. I try to push my hips back to relive it, trying to push his shaft further into my walls. A moan escapes my lips and I cup my mouth. Reacher lets out a chuckle. "Baby your gonna hurt yourself. Let me." He grabs my hand from my mouth "its ok dont worry about being loud."

"These need to come off though, I wanna see that ass again. It was perfect the first time I saw it."

His calloused hands moved under my crewneck to the top of my leggings. His hands god his fucking hands. So rough so perfect.

"Reacher I dont know if we should I want to but this is supposed to be professional."

My leggings were now to my knees. "This is about as professional as its gonna get babe." He tops that sentanc off with an ass slap. A yelp comes form me "Im sorry I didn-"

"Your making noise already, this is gonna be a long night for you." I couldn't see it and only found out later that there was a huge hand print on my ass from him. "Are you gonna be good for me tonight, gonna try to take all of me."

I felt another slap on my ass this time "Awnser me baby or I'll leave you like this all wet." He got closer to my ear "you would proably need your fingers to fix this, my cock wont be able to stuff you full."

"You gonna take all of me tonight." "Yes, yes sir."

The words barley came out everything felt like a haze. Then I felt air agisnt my heat and my black lace underwear at my ankles. "Such pretty underwear where were these when you came out of the shower. My little girl likes walking around naked like a whore."

I grip the marble counter. We should have interveiw in public maybe then I could keep my dinigty not that I would trade this for anything though. This man is goin to make me insane and I'm perfectly fine with that.

"Look at that pretty little cunt , so pink just like I remember." Im going to hate him when he's gone I know it. "Can you count to ten for me smart girl." He reaches to the counter and grabbed my hand and held in a way to sweet for the present situation. "You gonna be a brave girl and try to take me. Its gonna take practice princess"

I feel him hold my hand gentley and caresses my thumb. "You can always tell me to stop ok princess I wont be mad." Thats when I feel it something large poking at my back. I couldn't see it but I know it has a curve I could feel the veins more now he had one very prominant one directly lined up with my heat. Reacher pulled my hips back a little into his shaft I could feel his balls on my upper thigh this man was hung like a fucking horse. "Start conuting smart girl, thats an order."

Being completly honest I wouldn't being lying if some part of me wasn't scared but the other part is extermely excited. This time the words one came to me because I knew them by heart. "One" I breathe waiting for the impalement "Two" I wait a little bit more he is still holding my hand with one hand on my ass. "Three" My hand feel that he was holding and he put it on the base of his member. "Four" The tip ran down my clit. "Five ahh" I reached back for him again and felt pain that can only be descirbed as ripping. I'm not a virgin it shouldn't have hurt that much. For a moment I see an array of colors. "Your doing great Lin" He leans to where he is folded on top of me his hand still on my hip continues pulling me back onto him. "Theres just a little bit more of me to go ok."

Fuck that wasn't all of him my legs are shaking and tears are welling up in my eyes. "It its hurts."

"It wont in a couple minuites babe I promise." I didnt kniw it was antomically impossible for a man to be this size. What the fuck did they feed him as a kid. "Keep counting princess." His tone was more demanding now the pressure coming from in between my hips was going to breake me. I breathe in "Six" and out his legnth slowy begins to move I can feel the tip hitting my cervix. "Seven" the only holding me up right now was his hand on my left hip. "Ah-h eight"

"I'm almost there two more number pretty girl." This man needs to seriously invest in some fucking lube. "Nine" I begin to make try to push my hips back on him. He stands up straighter and firm so I can steady myself. Reacher lets out a gasp "Brave girl, maybe you need to be a soldier like me huh?"

"Ten" He pushed the last inch in for me forcefully. "Lets see if you can walk in the morning while I'm still here. Hold the counter for tightly ok brave girl." My feet leave the tile and he now holding me off the ground by my hips. With both hands on my hips I can feel the starting of the thrust. "So tigth princess so beautiful why has no one came and swpet you up yet."

Each thrust felt like a rope tightneing around me. It felt like fireworks the grand fucking fanalie. "Your gonna make it hard to leave sweetie."

God knew Reacher felt stupid. He has been thinking about Linette since the diner. He was so enamored her this tiny little thing had been watching him and didn't know until the last second. People who trained for years couldn't get past Reacher so why could she. So much younger than him to god and so pretty and untained. Yes he knew she wasn't gonna be able to walk tommrow and she was thankful for him. Deep in the back of his head he wonderd why he wanted to baby her so much the girl is smarter than any kid her age. Fuck she could rival him. But she still needed someone to take care of her. He had a plan she can be so much more than she is now.

The thrust were getting more agressive now, is he mad at me? The moans slipping in array of a hot mess. "Cry for me princess, show me how good I make you feel." Sudenly I felt release not the one like last night no this was real release. The tenison left and part me was filled that I didn't even know existed. "Did my pretty girl finish."

I can feel my eyes widening theres a warmth in my womb from Reacher. Thick hot ropes shot through me. Balls where shoved to my ass and he was bent over me. We dont have any fucking protection does he relazie what he just did. "Sorry sweetie your so tight it gets hard to pull at fast when you feel that good."

"Jack we didnt use a condom and Im not on birth control." I turn to grab his arm even though he is still holding me up. "Dont worry your not fertile until next week, then I'll wear one." Was this man tracking my menstrating cycle. How the fuck does he find this stuff out.

He pulls out of me and lies me on my bed. Thats when it occured to me that my tape reccorder is still on. "Umm so Im going to have to cut like half the interveiw." I can see Reacher over there lingering my the kettle and now pouring in into two cups. "Why is that" he turned to me "You got some key information out me, dont get me started on that paper." Was he for real? "Umm it includes us fucking!"

He smiles to himself pour sugar in his tea. "I turned it off when I asked you to make tea." A moment of silence lingers for a second. All I feel is warmth being wrapped up in my comforter. I feel like one big burritto. "You big bastard."

He sets the tea on my nightstand. "You my friend had a kettle like that she actually works with my she is a P.I"

I pause for a moment this man just railed me infact I may not be able to walk tommrow and he is talking about a godforsaken kettle. "Yeah I actually got it from my neighbor in New York, she taught me how to use it to her name was frances pretty cool lady if you ask me."

"Hmm" he smiles to himself "small world." As if I could casually know any whackjobs that he does. I lay my head back and glance at my bra and underwear on the floor. I took off my bra after Reacher layed me down and decided to swaddle me in my comforter. Now Im just one big naked burrito.

My bed shifts next to me again how is this bastard to quiet when he is garguatuan. "You need to sleep well tonight so you can heal for the morning Linette." He digs himself under the blanket and pulls me to his chest. I had no idea this man could be not a prick not to mention cuddling. I try to wrap my legs around but now that the aftershock of sex was gone and the in between of my legs hurt. "Ahh it never hurt like this before."

"Im sorry it will be gone in a few days".

"A few days!!" "I feel like a virgin"

I glance over at him with his head on my pillow laughing. I snuggle my head cloes to his chest , so warm so safe.

"Goodnight Reacher thank you for the interveiw."

He puts his hand on my head and pets my hair

"Good night Lenny'

He pepperd my forehead with a kiss and the slumber took me.

#reacher #i cant write smut #smut #not proofread #daddy k!nk

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Summary: An obsession with a mobster is something you have in common with police but said mobster being your boss is not. What does Alfie do when he finds out about your obsession.

Warning: Eating out, extreme sexual tension, alfoe patronising ppl

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He wasn't society's picture of attractive that was for sure with a beard and dark, unkept hair placed under a hat. The way he talked did nothing to help him everyone thought he was mad as hell.

Everyone, including you. But to you, he was hilarious, charming, and even in a way handsome. He was also your boss, well you were just a maid. The obsession was one-sided, really. Doing whatever you could to make your way to his office or near the door outside his meetings. You didn't care for his topics just his voice deep and unsettling it was to anyone who crossed him. But harmony when you were within earshot.

Or maybe it was the way you were so close to the smell of rum and brimstone. He was like the essence of chaos it was like some weird high. You knew everything about him being so close to him. He knows nothing about you. Just some maid in his household.

It was a few months back in a meeting when his eyes fell on you or any attention really pivoted you at all. All the servants were standing around the kitchen he stood in the middle of all of it. Addressing all of us. "Right so stuff is going missing around the fucking house, how is that." His breath is heavy and the silence is enough to scare most of the people in the room. "See the problem is that I think we're all being fucking spied on like like some fucking sheep and wolves. The problem is I wanna know who's doing the spying 'cause it's obviously someone on the inside." His voice raises by the end of the sentence.

But it wasn't that, that was scaring you it was the giggle that came from your mouth when the room was in complete silence while he was in the middle rage shouting for the "meeting". Everyone turned to you before he did. "Ahh yes the maid, is something funny to you." Within seconds he was in front of you he now seemed much bigger than ever. Towering over you.

A giggle erupted again not that it was one of laughter and nervousness. Truth be told you had no idea what was going on or why you were laughing this was all just hilarious. Maybe you had gone mad working for him in these short months or maybe it was just a reaction you had in his presence.

"It's nothing sir please contuinue." You were proud of yourself your voice didn't shake when you talked to him for the first time didn't seem scared at all. "Well, I'm glad this is funny to you." He turns away back to his speech. He turned back to his speech almost as if no one noticed. There's one thing you did notice though the heat pounding at your core the wetness deep between your thighs. You thought for a second he could see that wetness. That would explain the look on his face it wasn't a look of anger but one of satisfaction.

The meeting was released everyone exiting and so were you or so you thought. A voice starts from the back of the kitchen. Causing a deep ache of nervousness in your stomach. "Oi stay here yeah." You turn to meet his eyes they are gleaming like he spotted an opportunity. "Yes, Mr.Solomons what is it."

"Now" he started "I have been seeing you around for a few months, walking and cleaning around me house yeah. You always got a light in your hands sometimes a book hanging out in a corner watching me with those eyes." He moves closer, closer than when he was in the meeting he is nearly on top of you. To where you meet the cold tile wall of the kitchen. The rain outside takes over so loud it shrouds any words coming from the kitchen. No doubt the servaunts would gossip about this if they heard. He moves an arm to the left to trap you "I had people dig into your background to see if maybe you were associated with someone or anything on par with our enemies. I can't find anything as far as I'm concerned you are a normal civilian. From a small village with a small family and the only language you speak is English."

You look up to meet his eyes there a picture,they get a deeper blue when he is enticed with something. "I'm sorry I bored you, sir, that I'm not here spying on you, maybe I just like to watch you you're pretty entertaining."

His hand meets your hip to keep you in place he applies pressure to it. A little moan escapes. A hot blush overtakes your face "I'm sorry sir."

"No you're not, see I have had meetings in my personal office where I ask about you, think about you keep files and tabs on you."

"So small you seem wandering around the office never talked to me once". You can feel him bunching the dress up higher. The. wetness taking over and your mind getting foggy. You wrap your arms around him to keep steady. "Could you even tell I was watching you?" His voice was deeper now it wasn't angry but dominant. You have no response to his questions just a feeling of not wanting to let go of him. Alfie grabs you by your legs lifting you onto him. Now you really feel it the stifness the length. One very very prominent vain not to mention the curve. "Do you see what you do to me, every goddam night this happens because of you."

Finally, something erupts from your mouth that isn't a moan "What do you want me to do about it, sir?" You hug yourself to him now nearly completely off the wall and suffocate him with your boobs. The grip only gets harder so he can have more control. "No, no" he breathes "not like this. I have been on about for months sweetheart." You feel your feet hit the ground. "Sir, please don't leave me like thi-"

He couldn't leave you like this it would simply starve him. The months he dreamed about you, nights in his bed with his hand gripping himself thinking about how your thighs would feel holding onto him, how you tasted if you could take him and walk the next day. But most of your whimpers

Love sit down for me".Alfie still felt tall but there's only one thing you feel. That's the absence between your legs the lack of him or his member. No the only thing you could feel now was the table you were sitting on. Wrapping your arm around the crook of his neck and letting your other hand meet his hip. "Don't go please Mr.Solomons, is you leaving some cruel punishment?" There was a silent pause of him just looking at you. You were too undone for this, that stare could have commanded your soul. It was at that moment that Alfie grabbed your legs and pulled you to the end of the table. You were barely on it now. "There is no need to beg sweetheart I'm not going anywhere." It was now that you felt like you might burst from the sight. He was on his knees with his hands positioned on your ass holding you to him. All the weight from you sat on him you were inches above the table.

You couldn't see Alfie's eyes yet but you're sure they look stunning. Reaching down to caress his hair you feel it. Warmth and the wetness of his tongue. Like an inviting tsunami. His tongue moved in circles just the right way. His nose the way it was swiping your clit and feeling it move up and down was sinful or the way Alfie would say it. Fucking biblical. There it was the thing that sent you over the edge, his fingers long calloused, and thick. Curling inside of you perfectly. His tongue is rougher now less forgiving. The man was tongue fucking you like you gave him air. You could feel everything in and out of his tongue and beard. God his beard fucking beard, it felt cushioned so nicely between you. Alfie's face was going further and further, eventually, you were leaning back on the table again. The maids and rest of the servants could for sure hear now. Your moans were unmanageable and gripping the table was no longer sufficing to hold back the orgasm. Your thighs were shaking Alfie knew you were close.

"Please Mr.Solomons I'm going to be loud, I- I can't help it." Without even so much as a glance or stopping you could hear him breathe against your clit "No said you needed to be quiet love, why I hope you fucking scream." That coveted feeling came back washing over you. A feeling you had felt at night thinking of him. It was like touching the fingers of god. Trying to push Alfies head back to keep him from getting you slick all over his mouth and beard. The man didn't budge though.

You grab ahold of his broad shoulder to steady yourself, legs still shaking for the god-blessed tongue he is fucking welding. "Oi, why are you blushing sweetie. That was beautiful that was, why I had never seen a woman so vulnerable and pretty in a state like that. At this moment it was hard to meet his eyes. You had just fucked your boss.

#alfie solomons #i cant write smut #smut #peaky blinders #thomas shelby

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