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❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ featuring : toji fushiguro (w/ a brief mention of gojo) !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ contents : MDNI. porn with plot. established relationship. femdom!reader. businesswoman!reader. homeless!toji. unprotected sex. riding. begging. crying. dacryphilia. overstimulation. oral fixation (f receiving). cock warming. gagging. pet names (precious). slapping. dry humping.

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ requested by : n/a !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ song playing : often — the weeknd !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ word count : 6.1k+ !

EVERYONE was an utter and complete mess. Assistants and receptionists were answering all of the phone calls that were being forwarded to them—at best attempting to please the reporters with evident lies spewing from their lipstick-caked mouths.

The air in the building was filled with a mixture of tension and confusion, none of the employees fully understanding what the matter at hand was—their boss only informing them to defend the owner's name even if it was the last thing they did.

It was a bustling night for the city of downtown Tokyo, Japan. News had got out about the heart throb of the country, Y/N L/N, having a plausible significant other due to the paparazzi snapping quite a few pictures of a broad shouldered man stepping out of one of her vehicles. The only way they were able to decipher the fact that it was indeed her car was due to the fact that the license plate had a Puerto Rican frame around it.

The woman was infamous for representing her home island on all of her belongings, everyone knowing that fact.

She was a strong, independent business woman who allowed no man to step on her shoes, or even five feet within her red bottoms. Everyone always bowed to her, whether they liked her or not. Her presence alone had men scurrying to their nearest female associate, so they could deal with her on their own.

Her entire persona was built on her not needing a man in her life whatsoever, so when news got out that a man was driving her vehicle, journalists went wild to spread the information. However, they weren’t that stupid, so they made sure that their names were unknown. For their own safety.

The notorious woman in mention sat at her desk, high atop the 25 tier building she owned—one of many that were in her name. Irritation would be a rather simple way to describe how she felt. There was a vein protruding from the side of her neck, the woman breaking her fifth pen that rested between the slither of her fingertips—remains of it flailing to the desktop, clustering with the rest.

She couldn’t believe how reckless Toji was, exiting her car in broad daylight? Let alone in public?

[Y/N] scoffed at the thought,

Men. They always have to ruin good things with their enlarged egos.

She could just tell that Toji probably thought he got away with it, the man unable to afford his own cellphone to know what hell he put her through while she was trying to enjoy her lunch peacefully.

Yet, she couldn’t even do that because the moment she took a bite of her Empanada, her assistant almost broke her doors off their hinges, rushing to her to show her the article that’d been going around all afternoon.

“Miss L/N w-what should we do? Calls keep racking up on all of our lines?” [Y/N]’s secretary, Chiaki Anzai, inquired while scurrying all around [Y/N]’s office, the woman’s annoyance growing from the sound of Chiaki’s heels clacking against the polished flooring.

Alas standing from her seat, [Y/N] waltzed around the large desk—her tall fatigue shadowing Chiaki in the process. She made her way towards the doors that led into her room, never once uttering a word in response to the woman’s question.

That was, until she placed her hand on the door handle, tilting her chin as she peered behinder herself,

“Burn ‘em. Burn every last one of ‘em.” [Y/N]’s tone was rough, Chiaki feeling the woman’s gaze boring into her back even though her eyes weren’t even on her to begin with.

The frightened secretary eagerly nodded her head, her fingers already tapping all over her IPad screen far before her ears could register all of what [Y/N] said. The woman never questioned [Y/N]’s orders, far too fearful to even think about doing so. She’d rather blindly do something [Y/N] ordered her to than to face the woman head on by second guessing her actions.

When [Y/N] stepped out of her office, the door slamming behind her, she was met with the uproar of her highest ranked employees scampering all around their cubicles, paper copies of newspapers and magazines flying all over the place from the workers trying their hardest to discard them. What caused them all to abruptly halt in their actions was the boisterous sound of [Y/N]’s office doors slamming behind her, all of their heads turning to face them the instant they did.

“Hello, Miss L/N,”

They had all jumped from their seats, bowing to the woman whilst her piercing gaze wandered around the entirety of the 25th floor, her eyes peeking through her eyelashes—no one daring to move from their position until she left. Her footsteps boomed throughout the floor, the silence so sharp it could pierce through thin air.

The pure vexation that coursed through her veins was ricocheting off of her body like some sort of perfume, everyone sensing it the minute she stepped into the room. The way she carried herself—as if she was ready to slice someone’s head off, had sweat beads trickling down her employees’ faces.

[Y/N] never paid any mind to the people at hand, her attention locked on the one and only man who caused the mess, Toji Fushiguro. She kept her gaze firm and focused only on the elevator door that remained on the opposite side of the floor, one of her employees hastily rushing towards it so they could press the button for [Y/N].

“Thank you.” the woman stated vaguely, her tone brief while the worker just nodded their head in response, a faint ‘your welcome’ dripping off their tongue as she entered the elevator.

The minute the door closed behind her, everyone felt like dropping to their knees—only a few doing so. They all wasted no time in returning to their duties, knowing that if they didn’t have the rumors completely wiped from the internet by morning that they’d all be in for a hell of a work day.

When she had finally exited the building, the woman tried her hardest to ignore the press that were being held back by her security guards. It was humorous to see only female reporters trying to get to her, [Y/N] found comfort in the fact that men were still intimidated by her that they had to send their female counterparts to do their dirty work. It surely was a sight to see.

“So, a partner, huh? I thought I was the only man for y- AGH!”

Well, there was one man who liked pushing his limits with [Y/N]. It was none other than Satoru Gojo himself.

The man in question draped an arm around [Y/N]’s shoulders when she walked out of the building, walking alongside her with his annoyingly whiny voice raking in her ears like nails on a chalkboard. After only a moment of being next to the woman, [Y/N] raised her arm and curled her fingers into a fist, bashing the back of her knuckles into the man’s nose.

She could’ve sworn she felt a crackling sound against her skin from the impact, Satoru’s head snapping back whilst he stumbled on his feet and held his now intensely bleeding nose with both hands. A smirk tugged at the crevice of [Y/N]’s mouth, continuing her venture to her car as all of the attention was now on Satoru who acted like a big child in front of the cameras.

Leave it to Satoru Gojo to cause a big scene for the paparazzi.

It was the reason he and [Y/N] met. The man child desperately wanted to talk to [Y/N], however, she wanted nothing to do with him, knowing his reputation—let alone how ungodly annoying he was apart from that. The pair made headlines for weeks, [Y/N] being rumored to be lesbian due to the fact she didn’t drop head over heels for the Satoru Gojo.

And her comment on the man didn’t help the situation either. “He’s like an overgrown toddler who didn’t get attention from his parents. I have no association with that… thing. Now remove my name from any sentence that has anything to do with him”

It surely caused an upheaval in the media, the women disliking [Y/N] for months due to her comment about their precious Satoru. The men were unsure if they liked the woman, admiring her hatred for the man who continuously stole all of their wives and girlfriends hearts, but also conflicted about whether or not she truly was a lesbian.

Yet, none of that mattered to [Y/N]. She only focused on her business and expanding her company, using the newly found popularity to her advantage and organizing more serious business deals.

The woman in question had already driven herself home, deciding on using the backroads to avoid any and all interaction with the paparazzi that surrounded her company grounds. She knew that she was on her last straw, so a single wrong breath from a reporter would’ve caused her head to blow off instantly.

Gear shifting her car into park, the woman stepped out of her vehicle and tossed her keys into her purse, slamming the car door behind herself. Far too many rampacked thoughts clouded her mind for her to comprehend. Whether it was how she was going to handle Toji when she got upstairs, or how she would go into work the next day if her team didn’t get the shit show underwraps in less than 24 hours.

Her red bottom heels clicked along the polished staircase—getting louder with every step she took. There was nothing in the world that would be able to calm her down, her annoyance level far stronger than her anger.

When [Y/N] opened the door that led into the second floor of her three story home, she noticed Toji reclined on the couch. His sock covered feet were crossed and perched up onto the coffee table, his arms intertwining behind his head whilst he enjoyed whatever brain damaging reality TV show he’d found.

His laugh that [Y/N] once found slightly enjoyable was now far worse than Satoru’s as it boomed all throughout the building. The sound of [Y/N] kicking her foot back and slamming the door shut caused the man to jump from his seat, taking a moment to process that it was [Y/N] who had entered the home so carelessly.

When he saw the woman a bright smile spread across his face, Toji walking around the couch to make his way up to the woman whilst she irritatingly approached him. He held his arms open to engulf the woman into a hug, but was met with something he could have never predicted.

A numbingly prickling sensation unraveled throughout Toji’s cheek. His head had snapped to the side due to the blunt force with a crimson cast broadening on his skin. His mouth was left hung open ajar, the man instantly bringing his hand to his jaw while soothing the irritation.

[Y/N] had slapped him.

The back of her hand contained a similar stinging feeling, the woman glaring down at the man who stood before her. When Toji averted his eyes to look up at [Y/N], he could suddenly notice the raging fire that flared behind the woman’s eyes, gulping at the sight.

“How could you possibly be so fucking incompetent? Using my car and then exiting it without checking if you were being followed? Are you a mad man?!” [Y/N] held nothing back, unleashing all of her pent up anger that she’d been withholding for the past few hours.

Toji was a bit lost on what she was talking about. He was aware of the fact he used her car throughout the day whilst [Y/N] was at work—having no knowledge of his actions. However, he was stunned that she knew, and she was this mad about such a thing.

“W-What’re you talking about?” the man inquired, furrowing his eyebrows as the once overbearing sting that lingered on his cheek completely vanished in an instant.

[Y/N] couldn’t help but scoff at his obliviousness, rolling her eyes as she reached into her purse and pulled out a magazine, throwing it at his face and causing Toji to flinch from the sudden action.

When the piece of paper dropped into his hands, he flipped the booklet around to see exactly what [Y/N] was enraged about. The minute he did so, his entire body tensed on cue, his grip on the paper tightening when he saw himself plastered on the cover.

[Y/N]’s infamous pink convertible remained behind his tall fatigue, a small circle around the censored license plate to show the Puerto Rico frame that outlined it.

Toji knew he fucked up, he had one rule and that was to remain hidden. [Y/N] gave him anything he asked for as long as he followed that simple task. And, the one time he had a craving for something that couldn’t be delivered, he was caught red handed and screwed everything up.

He'd never come back from it. The luxury he lived under [Y/N]’s roof was shattered within the span of a few hours thanks to his foolishness, and a few camera clicks.

“I’m sorry. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I just wanted some fire noodles. Please, I-I’m so sorry Y/N.” the man pleaded, crumpling the pamphlet up as if his gesture would fix everything.

All [Y/N] could do was scoff yet again, pushing past the man who continued to beg for her forgiveness. He didn’t know what he’d do without her. The luxury she’d given him lasted months, if she were to kick him out he’d have nowhere to go, and hated the lifestyle he used to live. It was rugged and dirty, unlike anything he’s had recently.

Heading in the direction of her kitchen, the woman was followed by Toji who seemed like a lost puppy following its owner. All he could do was pry the women for her forgiveness, unsure if there was anything else he could do except for that. there ‘s never bee a time where he fucked up so badly, distress roaming all through his body.

“Please, Y/N, I-I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just- just please let me stay. You’re all I have.” The grown man’s pleads were a pleasant surprise, [Y/N] completely taken aback by his actions.

However, it still wasn’t enough for her. His cries for her forgiveness surely wouldn’t fix the upheaval that is the media. And it most definitely wouldn’t get Satoru to leave her alone.

A groaning sigh escaped past the woman’s lips whilst she leaned forward over the kitchen island counter, resting her elbows along the polished granite top with her hands covering her face. All the while she did that, the only things that were roaming Toji’s head were schemes that he could use to his advantage in order for [Y/N] to allow his residency.

He was aware of how narrow minded the woman was, knowing that fact good and well from the moment he met her. Nothing could get past her, nor could she be easily persuaded. Her word was final, so it was shocking to Toji that she was even allowing him to stay long enough to beg her like a needy child. He’s never been able to beg her about something for such a lengthy time, not even in bed.

When [Y/N] grazed her calloused fingers along the skin of her cheeks, Toji hesitantly rested his hand on her forearm, his rough skin coming in contact with [Y/N]’s causing the woman to slowly blink and peer in his direction, the fire behind her eyes—swirling like a tornado in a forest fire—leading to Toji gulping in response.

“A-All this drama and bullshit has to be extremely stressful, Y/N. Why don’t we relieve some of it, huh?” Toji’s bold statement only earned a dreadful stare from [Y/N], the man swallowing the lump that’d formed in his throat whilst he was building up the courage to ask the question.

It was true that the pair hadn’t had sex in quite some time, yet that didn’t stop [Y/N] from boring a hole into the man’s face, watching as he slowly crumbled from just her gaze alone. Rolling her eyes, [Y/N] swatted Toji’s hand off of her, pushing herself from the counter top.

The woman pivoted on her heels—the stems clacking across the polished wooden floors—making her way towards the master bedroom that was situated in the back of the large penthouse. With Toji following her lead, much like a puppy on a tightly held leash, the duo bypassed the grouping of windows that encompassed the entirety of the south wall, giving a perfectly illuminated view of downtown Tokyo. Along with the sight of the paparazzi bombarding the front of her complex building, the security barricading the front entryway.

The outlook was humorous to [Y/N], knowing that with her well-attained guards, no one would be getting in anytime soon.

When [Y/N] and Toji entered the large room, [Y/N] stood across from the foot of her bed, gradually peeling her coat from her body all the while. The action alerted Toji, causing him to attempt to help the woman, however [Y/N] was not having it and abruptly shook his hand from her shoulder. All she did was side-glare the man as she laid the jacket along the bench that remained at the end of her bed frame.

“Hands off. Or, it’ll be the last thing you ever touch.”

Her statement wasn’t anything less of a firm threat, venom dripping off the tip of her tongue as she spoke brutally.

When she spun on her heels for the final time, she sat on the edge of the mattress prior to removing her pants, placing them alongside her coat. Her legs were spread open a bit with her laced underwear in full view for Toji whilst he stood before her.

“Kneel.” she demanded simply, peering up at Toji through her lashes, tilting her head ever so slightly as she spoke.

The moment the words even slipped off her tongue, Toji was quick to listen as if his life depended on it. Which, in this case, it most certainly did. His eagerness was delightful, an unrecognizable smirk converting across [Y/N]’s mouth at the sight. It was a bit comical how he listened to her every word, much of a lap dog.

[Y/N] leaned back with the palm of her hands pressing into the mattress, lifting one of her legs and placing the flat of her foot against Toji’s forehead—her head tilting yet again while leaning back at the same time.

“If you can prove that you’re good enough, then we can have some fun, understood?” the woman inquired rigidly, Toji immediately nodding his head in response due to the fact he could already feel his growing erection through his tightly fitted pants.

“Yes ma’am.” the man replied back instantly, a pleased grin spreading across [Y/N]’s face while Toji grabbed a hold of her heel, trailing a line of kitten kisses from her ankle all the way to her inner thigh.

The man’s rugged hands dragged all along the woman’s skin, making sure to not leave a single place untouched while his lips worked against her leg. The way his hands kneaded at her skin was exhilarating, his fingertips delving just enough for her to tug her bottom lip between her teeth. She ran her fingers through his shaggy hair, entangling them between his curls with her nails clawing at the top of his head.

While one of his hands had a firm grip on [Y/N]’s knee, Toji’s opposite hand was softly pushing her other inner thigh open, giving himself more head space between her legs. The minute his lips reached her clothed clit, the man wasted no time in placing a warm kiss upon it, earning a small smirk in response from [Y/N].

He slid one of his thick fingers behind her underwear, looping it around the fabric before completely ripping it off of [Y/N]’s body and tossing it aside with the rest of her clothes she previously removed. Her now exposed cunt had Toji’s pants tightening more than they already were, the man scooping one of her legs onto his shoulder and enclosing it with his wiry bicep. His large hand rested alongside her thigh, gripping it firmly.

Toji wanted nothing more than to push her onto the bed and fuck her relentlessly, being utterly and completely pussy-whipped for the woman who towered over him. He’d do anything to hear her moan his name just once. For her to beg him to fuck her til dawn. For him to have her pressed into the mattress with his dick so deep in her pussy that she couldn’t utter anything other than his name, her nails leaving his back a bloody mess.

Yet, it was the opposite.

He was the one who was a moaning mess anytime she rode him. He was the one who continuously begged the woman to let him come so many times she left him drier than the Sahara Desert. She was the one who had him sunk into the mattress, towering over him while she worked her hips against his own, her pussy sucking his dick in anytime she dropped herself on him.

The man may have had a larger build than [Y/N], but she was taller. Smarter. More powerful. Whatever she said, he did. Whatever she wanted, he had it at her fingertips. If she wanted him to eat her out, he’d make sure it was the best head she’d ever received.

With that being said, Toji was nose deep in her pussy, her liquids already tainting his skin as it trickled down the sides of his mouth. His lips were attached to her clit, sucking, and very lightly, tugging on it every so often. His tongue dragged along her folds a few times before he slipped it past them, sticking it into her cunt with his mouth gulping down every last droplet of juice that came out.

[Y/N]’s hand still remained atop the man’s head, her grip never faulting while she watched Toji work his magic, her bottom lip being caught between her teeth. Her eyes never steered away from him, observing his every move as he sent an electric tingle all throughout the woman’s body.

She could feel her hips subconsciously moving on their own, very vaguely grinding against Toji’s face any time she felt him push his tongue into her. The fondness was enthralling, [Y/N] feeling her back slowly arching forward anytime Toji took a moment to softly suck on her clit.

The man couldn’t get enough of her taste, yearning for more every time he’d slurp up her liquids that’d spilled all over his face. Each time the base of his tongue would tug along her soaked slits, Toji found himself faintly moaning under his breath.

It was torture for the man to not touch himself while he pleased her with his mouth, only being able to enjoy the endurance of appealing the woman.

“I see you’ve gotten better, huh?” [Y/N] teased, licking her lips as she tilted her heat to the side, her fingers caressing through the man’s hair.

The subtle breeze she felt whenever he pulled away from her had the woman jumping whenever she was met with his warm lips against her own. Each time he flicked his tongue against her sensitive clit, [Y/N] found herself jolting a bit.

“Please.. Please let me touch myself, Y/N” Toji begged, feeling his pants becoming damp from the precum that spewed from his tip.

A sly grin curled at [Y/N]’s mouth, the woman basking in the adulation of Toji sucking on her clit while also whining for her to allow him to please himself. It was a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure.

However, she wasn’t one to let people off the hook so easily. Shaking her head no, the woman only pushed his face deeper into her pussy, her grasp on his hair tightening all the while.

“No. You decided to be an absolute fucking idiot, so now you must suffer in silence, precious” the woman cooed devilishly, her stoic eyes brewing a fire within them whilst she peered down at Toji.

She could feel herself on the verge of her climax, her legs slowly beginning to shake the longer Toji sucked and licked at her clit. It was all so gratifying, the build up creating a firm knot in her stomach the more he prolonged it.

The minute Toji stuck his tongue into her, [Y/N] released all over his mouth, the man slurping and licking up every last inch of her whilst she shivered in delight. Tossing her head back, [Y/N] let out an open mouth sigh of relief, her back arching with her grip on his head remaining.

Closing her eyes, the woman bathed in the longing pleasure she desired so dearly, Toji continuing to suck on her clit throughout her release and making it last a while.

“Mmh, so good for me. You did so well, precious, ‘m so proud of you,” [Y/N] praised the man, earning a groan in response to her skittish remark.

Lifting Toji’s head by simply guiding his chin with her index finger, [Y/N] softly pressed her lips onto his own, the man eagerly kissing back whilst his hands sunk into the mattress around her. Ravenously, Toji placed his lips against [Y/N]’s as the woman let out a breathy chuckle into the kiss from the unexpected action.

[Y/N] found his neediness quite humorous.

It was adorable how he couldn’t get enough of her, [Y/N]’s hand trailing up his leg until she palmed his bulge, earning a whiny groan from the man who was kissing her as if she were his last meal. A snarky smile dragged across her face at the reaction, the woman continuing to knead and grip at his erection whilst she stood to her full height and towered over Toji.

“Get on the bed” she ordered, Toji not wasting another breath before he abided by her demand.

He rested against the headboard, his legs sprawled open along the mattress while [Y/N] walked around it, standing in front of her side table.

The abrupt sound of metal clanking against one another had caught Toji’s full attention, and before he knew it, his wrists were bound to the top of the backboard. His eyebrows weaved together, confusion building up on his face all the while he tugged on his wrists and watched [Y/N] crawl onto his lap.

“W-What’re you-”

“Just shut up” the woman stated briefly, latching her lips onto his yet again while her exposed cunt planted right onto Toji’s dick imprint.

Subconscious moans and whines escaped past the man's lips as he returned [Y/N]’s kiss, both of them moving their lips in sync with one another. [Y/N] had her hands gently placed along Toji’s cheeks, pulling his face closer to her own despite him being tied to the bed frame.

Each time she’d roll her hips against his, her slick folds would drag across his erection, leaving dampened marks all over his pants. The friction from the fabric was a surprisingly pleasant feeling for the woman, [Y/N] gaping and humming in satisfaction anytime a slight chill traveled up her spine.

“P-Please- Y/N-.. please just fuck me. I-I can’t take it. I need you.” the man whimpered between kisses, his actions only broadening [Y/N]’s already engrossed ego.

“I-I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I won’t do it again.. Please-” he proceeded, his cries doing absolutely nothing good for her arrogance.

His pleads were halted mid sentence due to [Y/N] swiftly pulling his dick from out of his pants, her thumb gliding through the slit on his tip. Her abrupt movement earned an eye rolling, room shaking moan from Toji, the man left a heaving mess whilst his eyes began to well up.

“O-Oh, fuck-! Please don’t stop- fuck! D-Don’t stop, Y/N, please” Toji adjured, his body jolting from the absolute euphoric endurance he was overwhelmed with.

The more she grazed her finger through his tip, the more of a mess the man became, unraveling into a crying disaster for her. The way her calloused fingers gently wrapped around the base of his length, her thumb pressing into his tip with just enough force to have his leg trembling. Precum was already spurting out, leaking onto [Y/N]’s skin after trickling down his sides.

The sight was picture perfect, [Y/N] enjoying herself a little too much when she was the one doing the pleasing.

Removing her hand from his dick, the woman brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking the juices from her skin whilst she crawled closer to Toji’s face, grabbing it with her free hand and forcing him to look at her as she hovered over him.

When she pulled her hand away, a string of saliva connected the two. The woman instantly locked her lips onto Toji’s, making him taste himself while she pushed her tongue into his mouth. The man easily obeyed her unspoken command and moved his lips against her own as if it was exactly what she asked him for without uttering a single word.

What the man didn’t pick up on, was her distraction tactic. So, amidst their intense kiss, a gaping moan spewed from his saliva coaxed mouth, the feeling of [Y/N]’s throbbing pussy sucking in his dick as she sat on him causing the man to toss his head back. The whites of his eyes were visible as he rolled them, mouth hanging ajar while he felt his tip prod at her cervix.

His thick length stretched the woman out, [Y/N] finding herself humming a few groans to herself the more she took in. the veins that protruded along his dick rubbed against her walls with ease, gliding against them and causing a shiver to run down each of their backs. Every time [Y/N] would clench around him, Toji found himself letting out puffs of air, his wrists snagging on the hand cuffs that held him to the headboard.

He sunk his teeth into his lip in an attempt to bite back his moans, however, that plan went to shit the minute [Y/N] started to move on his dick.

He wanted to touch her.

No, he needed to touch her.

He needed his hands to grope her ass while she bounced on his dick. His hands needed to knead and caress her breasts as she worked her hips against his own. He needed his arms to wrap around her waist so he could hold her in place and fuck into the tight cunt of hers, wanting to hear the sounds of her juices welsh and mix with his own as he abused her pussy tirelessly.

“Y/N- please. Let my hands go. Please, let me touch you. God- fuck! Please, oh my- fuck,” Toji begged yet again, his eyes wandering down to watch how her juices spilled all over his lower abdomen.

The view of her riding his thick length only made him harder, his pries at trying to get his hands free only growing rougher the longer he was bound. He knew she wouldn’t listen. This whole thing was a punishment for him. Yes, it was pleasurable, of course, but it was still a sort of punishment. In a very weird, and sexual way.

All [Y/N] did was silence him with her lips yet again, the sounds of them smacking against one another filling the empty room.

Her hips rolled and bounced as she rode his dick, engulfing in the pleasure she had been desiring for a few days now. The way he filled her up completely was intoxicating, [Y/N] craving it just as much as he craved her. She loved how he was a perfect fit for her, the tip of his length protruding her womb with every thrust and grind, his thick base rubbing the specific spots in her cunt that made her grow feral with every movement made.

They were both getting drunk off the ecstatic aroma that was each other. [Y/N] may have loathed his stupidity, but he damn sure was an amazing fuck. If it weren’t for the fact that she was his sugar mommy, she’d most definitely have an on & off toxic relationship with the man, hating how much of an idiot he was but also loving how he felt inside of her.

When [Y/N] had pried her lips from Toji’s she immediately replaced them with her thumb, sticking it into the man’s mouth and watching as he sucked on it, much like a dog listening to its owner. She relished in the fact he listened to her every move.

Planting her free hand onto his chest, [Y/N] sped up her pace, observing Toji’s expression melt into a doe eyed one the minute he felt her do so. The sight caused her to smirk to herself, feeling the same knot tighten in her stomach much like earlier.

Toji could sense his release growing closer as well, his whines and whimpers being muffled against her finger as he tossed his head back. They were both reaching their climaxes in unison, the build up becoming excruciatingly everlasting.

It was the fastest they’ve ever felt themselves already done. [Y/N] couldn’t decipher whether it was the tension that she entered the home with, or the traction that slowly built up when she was inside.

Typically, they’d go at least two to three rounds before sleeping at the crack of dawn. Yet, this time they were both craving the other, their feelings getting the best of themselves.

“F-Fuck, ‘m gonna cum, Y/N” Toji groaned out in pleasure—his words mumbling against her thumb, the man trying to thrust up into her without any sort of stability, strictly relying on his lower body strength.

It was surely a struggle, that’s for sure. However, he was able to meet [Y/N] halfway anytime she lifted herself to drop on the base of his dick. The gesture stunned [Y/N] a bit at first, but soon enough she was humming in delight with her free hand groping her own breast, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip all the while.

Her cunt greedily welcomed his length with every rut thrust he gave her. His swollen tip repeatedly rammed against her cervix, earning a couple eyerolls and sighs of relief from [Y/N] in response. It was all so enrapturing, Toji adoring how tight she clenched around him and [Y/N] loving how much of his thick erection filled her up.

“C’mon, precious, cum for me. Fill me up with every last drop you have” [Y/N] taunted, firmly pressing the pad of her thumb onto Toji’s tongue and watching as the man choked and gagged in response.

Her prodding words did no good for the pathetic man that lied beneath [Y/N], Toji’s dick twitching from the slyness that enthralled her tone. She knew how he felt anytime she spoke to him in that specific voice, the woman extremely familiar with his kinks and how to perfectly make him feel a certain way.

It was a gift, and a curse. [Y/N] using it to her advantage whenever she wanted the man to do something, Toji undoubtedly listening to her every word like a lost puppy.

With one last thrust, Toji couldn’t help himself anymore, his seed spewing straight into [Y/N] who met him with her own release, both of their juices mixing together and dripping out of her overly stuffed pussy, directly onto Toji’s lower abdomen.

Sighs of relief and gasps for air gradually filled the room, both of [Y/N]’s hands now pressed flatly on Toji’s pecks, her fingers dragging down his perfectly toned abs before she lathered her finger in their essence. Placing her finger into her mouth, she sucked on her finger, getting every last drop that stuck to it.

Right before Toji could even react, or utter a coherent sentence, [Y/N]’s lips were already placed onto his, her hips moving yet again as she led the man into another round for the night.

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{Flatline} Harvey Specter x OFC {Pt. 1}

I got the title from this song called Flatline by Jared Benjamin. I added it to this playlist of very Harvey Specter vibes if you'd like to listen. There will be multiple parts, around three so be sure to stick around for those. As always comment and tell me what you think, or pop by in my asks. Anyhoo enjoy my loves!

Word count ~ 10,619 (it is a very fast paced read I promise)

Warnings ~ Age gap, smut (18+), handjob, no real BDSM but Dom/Sub concepts, language, alcohol, anxiety/anxious thoughts, probably really inaccurate lawyer terms idk man.

Summary: Harvey has taken notice of the hardest working first year associate, Claudia Martin. Despite being petrified of the infamous closer, she tried her hardest to not let it get the best of her. Harvey has a few ideas on how to increase her confidence.

Tagging : @maxdamax @ashcosmo @rosedpetal (This is basically just dedicated to you three so I hope you enjoy it the most!)

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“Alright, everybody stop,” Harvey announced. I put down my file and sat ramrod straight in my seat, eyes darting at the other associates as they put theirs away too. “We have been working on this case now for four hours and no one has brought me a single thing that I can use as evidence. Now, if someone doesn’t put a file in my hand in the next ten minutes, we’re going to lose. And those of you who don’t want to get stuck doing whatever bullshit Louis is going to punish you with, you better come up with something fast.”

I looked at the blue file in my hands, heart hammering in my chest as I saw Harvey leave out of the corner of my eye. With a deep breath, I pushed up out of my chair and followed after him.

Circling around the office a few times, I made up reasons and excuses not to go see him. It was stupid, I knew that, but I didn’t want to bring him something and then immediately be called an idiot for bringing him shit he already knew.

I saw how he treated Mike. And Louis. Even Donna from time to time.

There were two things you did in this world: die, and respect Harvey Specter. As a first year associate in this god awful firm, you didn’t dare break his trust or waste his time.

“Is Mr. Specter available for a moment?” I asked Donna. I hadn’t talked to her much, but I’ve heard her speak to Harvey a few times around the office. She was someone I wished I knew better, someone I wished I could ask for help, but I didn’t want to bother her either.

“Yeah, he’s in his office going over the statements from the mock trial,” Donna smiled, pointing over her shoulder. I nodded, willing my feet to move in the direction of his office. I knocked before pushing the glass door opening, keeping my head down.

“Claudia, now is really not a good-” “I have something for you,” we spoke at the same time. “I’m sorry to interrupt, I can come back and-” “Is that for the mock trial?” He asked, and I nodded. “Hand it over.”

I placed the file in his outstretched hand as he came around to sit on the corner of the desk. My hands were trembling with dread as his eyes raked over the words on the page. The lines in his forehead creased, eyes narrowing.

“Claudia, this is brilliant,” he had a very confused expression when his eyes met mine. “Where did you find this?”

“Well, I figured if Mrs. Thompson said that she didn’t pay her rent that month, because there wasn't money in her account, then there had to be some kind of a trail. Some clue. There was, but it was only an amount, and it didn’t say which account it came from. When I did some digging, I found out that she uses Capital One banking and when I looked at her bank statement-

“There was a draw for the exact amount that Mr. Saros used to bet on that game,” Harvey finished before I could get the words out of my mouth. “Claudia, this is genius. Come on, we’ve got a case to win.”

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“...Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this compelling evidence reveals that Mr. Saros was in fact fraudulent and used his ex- wife’s funds to continue gambling. Thank you.” Harvey closed the argument, taking a seat besides Donna, who represented the client. Jessica looked to the opposing counsel as if to say ‘do you have anything?’. Louis had nothing. Not a sliver of hope.

“Then it is decided, Mr. Saros will be charged with a misdemeanor and face a prison sentence of one year in county jail.”

With a crack of the gavel, the case was over, and applause rang through the office for Harvey and his team. I had a tiny smile on my face as I left the conference room to go back to the bullpen. There was an endless stack of reports to run, motions to file… it never ended when it came to Louis. And now that I was on the winning team I’m sure that-

“Claudia, where are you going?” Harvey called out.

“Oh, I was just going back to my desk. Why, is there something that you need?” God I hope he didn’t need anything. I was sweating bullets by just standing next to him.

“I just wanted to congratulate you on your first win,” he gave a small smirk. His brown eyes were sharp, but not as intense as they usually were.

I flushed, “Well, it’s not really a real case.”

“No, it’s not. But seeing what you did today, how would you like one of your own?” He extended a blue file back to me, a stack of papers covered inside. I could feel the gaze of the other associates on me as I hesitantly took the file.

“Mr. Spector, I’m honored, but I’m not-”

“Yes you are,” he cut me off. I bit my tongue. “You are a lawyer, Claudia. And you clearly have an outside the box approach to your tactics which we don’t see very often. I haven’t seen someone able to compile and order evidence like you since Mike came to work for me a decade ago. I’ll be supervising your case, you report to me with any questions you might have, but otherwise this is all you.”

My first case… given to me by Harvey Specter himself.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered. I flipped through the file, seeing that this wasn’t just some pro-bono case. This was against a big time client and the SEC. The SEC meant Sean Cayhill, who, from my understanding, was already on the rocks with this firm and has been for a very long time.

“You can thank me when you win it,” he extended his hand, and I shook it, hoping that they weren’t sweaty. “Look over the file tonight and come ready to swing tomorrow morning.”

Harvey’s hand was warm, and significantly larger than mine. Everything about him was bigger than I was, especially his ego. And his personality. Lord help me…

My nod was the only confirmation that I would meet him there. As he walked out, I met some of the eyes of the associates and they scowled at me. At the file in my hand. At the fact that I hadn’t said a word the whole meeting today and then came up with the winning piece of evidence. And now I was working alongside Harvey.

The infamous closer at Pearson-Specter-Litt.

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“Claudia, what’s wrong?” Donna startled me so bad I dropped my coffee on the floor with a shout. “Something’s really wrong.”

“Oh, it’s just you Donna,” I sighed in relief. I could feel the coffee seeping into my shirt and chilling against my skin. “Great.”

“What has you so skittish?” She asked, worry gracing her features.

I didn’t want to admit that it was because of Harvey and the fact that I had to work alongside him on this case. I hadn’t been able to sleep much last night because I was up thinking about him, wondering how he’d handle this case himself. What he would do, how he would do it. Sure, I admired the guy, how could I not? He was a perfectionist and always found a way. I wish I had half the confidence he did.

“It’s Harvey, isn’t it?”

“How did you know that? Nevermind, you’re Donna. But… Yes it’s because of Harvey.”

“Did he say something to you yesterday after you guys won the mock trial? I saw he handed you a case file, what was it all about?” “That's precisely what’s wrong,” I groaned, bending over and picking up the dropped paper cup. “He gave me a case of my own as a 'thank you' for finding the evidence that won the trial yesterday. I’m terrified of him, Donna. I-I don’t know how to act around someone with that kind of personality. He is so abrasive and forward and harsh and-”

“A total jackass?” She finished for me.

I chuckled nervously, “I’m afraid to even think of that word in association with his name. I mean, how am I supposed to work alongside someone that intense? Plus, I’m a first year associate, how am I supposed to compete with what he as to offer and-”

“Hey, it’s okay. No need to get yourself all worked up, Claudia. Harvey is a lot of bark, and only some bite.” “That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“What I’m trying to say is that there is some heart inside that cold dead chest of his,” she smiled, a genuine, friendly smile. “For what it’s worth, I’ve never seen him give someone a case after a mock trial. Not even Mike. Up until yesterday I’m not even sure he knew you existed.” “Wish it was still that way,” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms against my chest.

“Claudia, listen to me. Yes, Harvey can be rude and obnoxious, but he is the best damn attorney in the state of New York. He didn’t get to the top by being nice and sweet. He was impressed with your willingness to bring him the evidence yourself. Now he knows he can count on you to get things done in a pinch when he needs them.” “I had that evidence for an hour,” I emphasized. “I was trying to build up the courage to give it to him long before he came and ripped us to shreds for not having anything. I just didn’t want him to think that it was a stupid idea or to be in a bad mood and turn me away because I definitely wouldn’t have done it at all after that. I don’t know how to deal with someone like him, Donna. What am I supposed to do? I should just give the case to Griffin or Thomas-”

“No no no. You are definitely not going to do that. That will only show Harvey that you aren’t serious about becoming a lawyer.”

“I am serious about becoming a lawyer.” I was mildly offended that she’d even say that to me. “Of course I want to be a lawyer, it's all I’ve ever wanted.”

“And Harvey will only know that if you work on this case with him.”

I inhaled and exhaled, leaning my head back and looking at the ceiling. “Fine.” “That’s my girl,” she grinned. “Now, come on. I have an extra dress you can borrow because I am sure as hell not letting you walk around covered in coffee stains.”

“I appreciate it, but I don’t think what you have will fit me.” Donna jerked her head over her shoulder and I followed to a closet in the back of the file room. When she opened it, it was like a full blown wardrobe. There were dresses and shoes and purses and hair supplies lining the walls. “Woah…” “Don’t ever underestimate the power of Donna,” she winked before rummaging through the office closet.

After searching for a few moments, she pulled out a lovely royal blue dress that was, as she hinted at, a perfect size for me. How she knew that it would fit, I’ll never know. But I did know that I wouldn’t ever underestimate the power of Donna ever again. She’s magical.

“Now, what do you say?”

“Thanks, Donna,” I smiled sweetly.

“Actually I was looking for ‘you are an ethereal goddess who makes all my dreams and wishes come true’ but that works too,” I knew she was teasing, and I gave her a small shove of her shoulder. “Go get dressed, come back here and let me do your hair.”

“What’s wrong with the way it is?” I turned to look in the mirror on the back of the door and grimaced. “Oh…” My messy curls from yesterday looked more like a rat wrapped around a bunch of fishing line.

“Hurry up, Harvey will be back soon and I want you in that office, file in hand, ready to go when he gets here.”

I quickly shuffled to the bathroom and changed into the form fitting, very Donna-style dress. It didn’t look half bad, and I actually somewhat tolerated the dress. Normally I’d find a pants suit far more flattering and business appropriate than a dress, strictly because of the over sexualized nature of women's business clothing.

I hate the corporate world.

I did one more glance in the mirror before heading back to the break room to grab the file. I must’ve set it on the counter while I was pouring my coffee. Hopefully it wasn’t ruined.

There was no blue file on the counter. Or the table. Or on top of the microwave or the fridge. I even checked inside the microwave. Nothing. It was nowhere. Oh shit.

“Do you want curls or for me to straighten-” “It��s gone,” there was a clear panic in my voice. “The file, it’s not in the break room, Donna. It’s gone.”

“How can it be gone?”

“I-I don’t- I don’t know I thought I set it on the counter while I was getting coffee and it’s not there.” I felt a cold sweat break out onto my skin. My forehead was damp to the touch.

“Okay, take a deep breath. Let’s go look again and then check your desk. Maybe someone found it and put it there, or maybe left it with me or Gretchen. It didn’t grow a pair of legs and walk away, we’ll find it.”

“I’m gonna get fired,” my voice was almost a silent whisper, tears building behind my eyes, prickling my nose. “Donna, Harvey is going to kill me.”

“Worst comes to worst we get a new file, Harvey will never know.”

“No no no he will because he had notes of his own on the papers in there.” “Shit,” she swore. “Let’s just go look.”

We speed walked through the bullpen, earning some odd looks as we practically sprinted through the office. She checked the break room for me again, and I went to my cubicle. Nothing, not a blue folder anywhere to be seen.

Donna came up empty handed in the break room, checking with Gretchen on her way by Louis’s office. We met at her desk. Nothing.

“Fuck fuck fuck this is bad.” My hands were shaking, heart thundering against my ribs. I felt faint, like I could’ve fallen to the floor at any moment. “Donna, what am I gonna do?”

“Maybe somebody mistook it as their own file,” Donna blurted out after a moment of silence. She took off towards the bullpen and I followed after her, right on her heels. She marched through there, unapologetic as she invaded the other associates' work spaces.

Still nothing. No blue file labeled ‘Devlyn Inc. Vs. Fulton Dynamics’.

“Where the hell could it be?” She murmured to herself.

“What are you guys looking for?” An associate, Benson, asked.

“Oh, you know, a leprechaun pissing pieces of gold,” Donna’s voice was full of sarcasm. “Claudia set down a file in the break room for three minutes and forty-two seconds and now it’s mysteriously disappeared. Know anything about it?”

“No,” he pressed his lips together. “Not really.” “Not really?”

“There are a million case files floating around this office, you really expect me to pay attention to every single one and where it’s going?” “As an associate of this firm, yes, actually. I do. Now I want to know if you know who took her file and I want to know right now. You have one chance to tell the truth, otherwise the bottom of my stiletto and your ass are gonna be great friends.”

Benson swallowed, “I truly don’t know. I’m sorry, I can keep an eye out for it. Is it the one Harvey gave Claudia yesterday?”

“Yes, and he needs it in twenty minutes,” Donna said, an undeniable urgency in her voice. “If you find it, do the right thing and give it back or so help me god you will find yourself jobless faster than you can get down on your knees and beg me to let you keep it.”

Donna beckoned me for her to follow and I did, my heart sinking and sinking into my stomach. It had to be around here somewhere. It had to be.

I did another lap around, rummaging through all the drawers in the desk and thensome. Still nowhere. How could I be so stupid? So irresponsible? This is exactly why I didn’t want to take this case in the first place.

Despite all Harvey and Donna said the other day, I’m not ready to be a lawyer. Not really, anyway. I know I have my license and I’ve passed the Bar. I’ve done all the hard work, but this was… this was hell. A living nightmare. Not only was this firm constantly on the verge of collapsing, but it seemed like I made new enemies every other week by simply doing my job quickly, quietly, and efficiently.

I don’t know how or why I piss everyone off all the time. I just do my work, I quite literally don’t bother another soul in this building unless I have to. Occasionally I’d ask Donna a question that she could ask Harvey or Mike to see what they thought about it. I’d never speak to them directly, just through her which didn’t make me feel good, either.

I’d eat by myself, working through my meal. It took me two months of being here to finally use the break room because I was too nervous about taking the last tea bag or power bar from the cabinet. I just took a disposable coffee cup and filled it with tap water. And then kept that cup because I didn’t want to take the others because I figured other people needed them for coffee and I didn’t want them to be all gone-

“Claudia,” Donna interrupted my mild panic. “Harvey wants to see you.”

Oh no… no no no not yet god please not yet. I swallowed, or tried to at least; there was no moisture in my mouth whatsoever. I stood, knees trembling as I smoothed out the skirt of my dress.

Before I went on, she ran a brush through my hair, taking out the knots. It lay sleek and flat against my shoulders, a major difference from the low bun I always kept it in. My hair always made me so hot; I never understood how anyone could get anything done with it swaying in their face all day.

I could see him in his office, eyes staring us down as we rounded the corner. His gaze was locked on me and I felt my body tighten and constrict around a breath. Harvey was sitting on the corner of his desk, fingers toying with the cufflink on his left wrist..

“Hey, look at me,” Donna spoke softly, hands coming to my shoulders. “Give Harvey the truth, and nothing but. He will understand, if not, I will make him.”

I nodded.

When I pushed open his glass door, tension was thick in the air. My palms were clammy, still shaking. My mind was going a million miles a second.

“What can I do for you, Mr. Specter?” I asked, trying to keep my cool despite almost throwing up.

“Please tell me you have some good news about the case that I gave you,” he sighed, pushing off the desk and standing in front of me.

Welp… here goes my career.

“Actually, Mr. Specter there is something I need to-”

“You were looking for me, Harvey?” I whipped my head over my shoulder, seeing Griffin knocking on the door.

“Yes, Griffin come on please, shut the door as well.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. I can come back and we can discuss the details of-”

“No, Claudia. Stay for a moment,” Harvey gave a firm nod, full attention slipping from me to my fellow associate. “Griffin, I see you have something for me.”

“Yes,” Griffin threw a wicked grin at me before handing over a blue file. I could feel the sick rise in my throat. That was my blue file. “I would just like to go over the details of my case with you to get your input.”

“Your case?” Harvey questioned, sharing a glance between me and Griffin. “Where did you get this? Who the hell gave you a case?”

“That’s not important. I was hoping we could actually-”

“No,” Harvey cut him off. “It’s very important, actually. Because I can recall that just last night this exact file, with my handwriting, was in Claudia’s hands. So whatever act you’re putting on, I suggest you cut the bullshit right now.” “Okay I found it in the breakroom,” Griffin rolled his eyes. “Maybe if she were a little more responsible, which she clearly isn’t because she left her documents in a public space, then she’d be more equipped to handle a real case. Like a real lawyer should.”

I could see the muscle in Harvey’s jaw clench and contract several times.

“Claudia, care to explain how our case got in this thief’s hands?” “Thief?” “I had spilled coffee,” I started, taking a deep breath when Griffin cut me a gaze so threatening I almost crumbled to my knees. “I spilled coffee and Donna offered a change of clothes for me. I didn’t even notice I left it. When I came back it was gone.”

“Well, I think that about settles it. How about you get out of here before you cause yourself a real problem. And If I ever catch wind of you stealing another one of Claudia’s files, or anyones for that matter, I will personally make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” he ground his teeth, refusing to look at either of us.

“Now get your ass back to your desk and pray to whoever you believe in that I don’t have you fired and disbarred for the shit you pulled today. Get the hell out of my sight.”

Griffin was out of there far faster than he walked in, head down, hands shoved in his pockets. I let out a shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” Harvey asked me. “I’m so sorry,” I completely ignored his question. “Griffin was right, I was extremely irresponsible and shouldn’t have let that file out of my sight. If you want to give it to another associate I completely understand. Again, I am so sorry and understand that there are consequences to my actions for letting such important information go missing-”

“Claudia, slow down,” he eased. “It’s okay, you are not the one I am pissed at.”

“You’re not?” I didn’t understand why. “But- but I completely misplaced a case.”

“No,” Harvey shook his head. “No Griffin is the only one to blame. You spilled coffee, went to go get cleaned up, and he stole it. He should know better. And seeing that he clearly doesn’t, I know I’m right in my decision on who to bring onto this case with me.”

I could feel my blush creep up my neck. “I appreciate that, Mr. Specter.”

“Of course, Claudia. And please, call me Harvey.”

I just gave a subtle nod, taking the file from his hand. I followed his gaze from my face to my hair where he took a strand between his fingers, letting the end curl around his digit.

“I’ve never seen your hair so long,” He added, dropping it from his grip. My breath was caught in my throat. Words were vacant shadows in my mind as he surveyed the dress I was wearing. “I bet that’s Donna’s, isn’t it.”

I had to clear my throat before I could speak. “She wouldn’t let me walk around with coffee stains all day.”

“It looks good on you,” He complimented. Harvey’s eyes, again, went from my head to my toes. There was nothing I could do but fall victim to his… I didn’t know what to think of how he looked at me. Couldn’t decide if it was good or bad.

“Time for the case then?” I needed to get his attention off of me. Now. I was flushed and losing my mind. Harvey didn’t really seem to acknowledge my words at all.

“Sure.” Was all he gave me.

____

I barely escaped with the skin on my teeth after our consultation. No, he didn’t rip me to shreds, but he would not take his eyes off of me for even one second. It was so… so potent I couldn’t focus. It was almost lunch when Donna came in and saved my ass.

I couldn’t have gotten out of there fast enough.

“So, how did it go?” Donna asked as I sat in my cubicle. When she came around, or maybe she just followed me, I didn’t know.

I put my face in my hands. “It was a disaster, Donna. I was a stuttering mess and I kept forgetting everything I was going to say because he would not stop staring at me. Like, he would not stop.” “Well, you aren’t exactly ugly, Claudia,” she snickered.

“Donna, this isn’t funny,” I groaned. “I’m being completely frank with you.”

“How can I be expected to work alongside him when I can’t stand being in an enclosed space with him for more than four minutes without turning into a bumbling idiot? It’s like he enjoys watching me get flustered.”

“Claudia, I think you are making this a bigger deal in your head than it actually is.” Donna came around and sat on my desk, crossing a knee over the other. “And besides, Harvey understands what it’s like to be a new associate. It can be nerve wracking, especially when you have Louis breathing down your neck.”

I chuckled gravely, “I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

“You’ll figure it out.” “Why can’t you just tell me?” I whined as she stood up.

“Because I am the Yoda to your Luke Skywalker. Wise you are, patience you must have, my young Padawan.”

“I am not a Jedi who is going on a self discovery journey to start using the Force,” I countered. “I am a nervous wreck who can’t handle being alone with Harvey Specter.”

“Then you need to get over it because Harvey is not going to berate you on your first case!” She argued.

“Did you not hear what he said to Griffin? Or-or to Thomas when he suggested that we consider taking the deal that Mr. Saros had offered during the mock trial? He cracked them wide open and left them to bleed. What about with Mike? How many times has he almost sent him to the curb for not being able to find what Harvey needs?”

“Mike is different and you know it,” Donna lowered her voice. “Plus he always says shit like that to light a fire under his ass. Harvey can see that you are nervous to work with him. He isn’t going to hang you out to dry, I promise. He stood up for you, Claudia, in a way I’ve only seen him do with me and Mike. You know how much he cares about us.”

“Well, yeah of course. But you’ve worked for him for fifteen years and Mike almost seven now. You have a relationship with him and established trust. How am I supposed to have that with him when I can’t even look him in the eye?” “It comes with time, Claudia,” she rubbed my shoulder. “But if there is anything I can say to get you to trust the process, Harvey is loyal, almost to a fault sometimes. He will stop at nothing to make sure the people he cares about are taken care of. I can see that he wants that for you because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have given a shit if Griffin stole the file or not.”

Donna walked away after smoothing down some of the hair on my head, disappearing behind the corner. I let out a huff. She was right, I was being a little over dramatic.

Harvey had a reputation, though. How was I supposed to know if- no. This is unrelated to anything going on. Sort of. I just need to focus on the case.

I pulled out the files and looked over them again, compiling all the notes into one space for easy recall. As I was looking through it, I found a loophole in one of the contracts that unbound our client from having to give up half of her company.

____

I paced up and down Harvey’s office, tapping my file in my hand as I went through all my key points in my head for today’s trial. I needed to lure, or bait rather, the witnesses into my questions to get them to admit to trespassing on our clients property. We had everything we needed; security footage, witnesses to testify on our behalf… Everything was all lined up. I just needed to blow it.

I could do this, right? I had only spent all night doing a fake run of how today would go in my mirror, but then again anything could happen when I got into that courtroom today. Maybe they had another leg on us, maybe there was another witness they had to testify against us.

God dammit, if I screwed up today I wouldn’t get another case. Probably not ever again unless I packed up all my shit and moved to Iowa.

Having Harvey there didn’t make me feel better. I thought it would, but as we worked together I realized he only made me more nervous. I couldn’t help it, he just looked at me this way I couldn't describe. It was incredibly annoying, I don’t know how Mike does it. Or Donna. Or Jessica or Louis or-

Jesus focus, Claudia. I rubbed my eyes with my thumbs. Just focus focus focus. I’ve been over it a million times. I could do this. I didn’t have a choice, court was in less than half an hour.

“Claudia,” Harvey ripped me from my concentration, making me jump. “Sorry to startle you. Are you ready for today?” “Not really,” I admitted. “I am kind of freaking out, to be honest.”

“It’s okay,” he eased me to sit next to him. “What are you so nervous for?”

I chuckled, “Everything.” “Okay,” he gave a half-hearted laugh. “What specifically? Just name one thing that you are worried about.”

“I don’t know- forgetting cross examination questions? Screwing up the order so it doesn’t lead him into our trap? A billion things could go wrong and I’m not sure what to do if I freeze or stutter. What if the jury or the opposing counsel laughs at me?”

“That is not gonna happen, Claudia,” Harvey reassured. “You have prepared some amazing questions, you’ve got this in the bag.” “You know, I much prefer to stay in the background and do research. I don’t think I’m cut out to handle court stuff this is-”

“Hey,” he said so softly I almost didn’t hear him. He grabbed my trembling hand and held it between his own. My body went completely rigid, chest puffing in and out with heavy breaths. “You are going to do great today, I know it, Claudia. You are prepared, capable, and even more prepared. This is always what you’ve wanted to do, isn’t it?” I just nodded. Over the past week and a half of working together, I had told him what made me want to be a lawyer in the first place. About how I saw my best friends’ parents' business completely ruined by a group of robbers and their insurance did nothing to help them.

It made me so sad for them, made me feel so sick that I knew I had to do something to help them. I did my research and then brought it to them. They brought it to their lawyer and ended up getting a settlement for far more than they were ever gonna get. All because of me and my discovery that I made on my computer when I was thirteen.

“Okay. Think back to teenage Claudia for a moment. I bet she dreamed of being in this exact position. Where she can help people and give the sorry bastards who put them there a taste of their own medicine. Well, Claudia, here you are. Your very first case. Your very first helping hand. Your very first entrance into the world of the law. And you are going to absolutely shake up those witnesses, blindside them so hard they won’t have a choice but to tell the truth. This is your moment, Claudia’s moment. Don’t let fear take it from you, okay?” Again, all I could do was nod. And think about how warm his hand was in mine. We stood and he let go, leading me out of the office and down to his car waiting for him in front of the building. Ray, his driver, greeted me sweetly as I settled into the back seat with Harvey.

I flipped through my cards over and over and over on our way to the court house. Harvey snatched them from me. “Hey!” “You know the material,” he gave me a pointed look, sliding them in the breast pocket of his jacket.

“I know but-” “There is no but,” he shrugged. “Have just one ounce of confidence, Claudia. Trust yourself.”

All of whatever I had been reading was swept from my mind as he placed his palm on my knee. I hadn’t realized it was bouncing up and down until he pressed against it to stop its movements. I tried to sit still, but I just started picking at my nails instead.

“Claudia,” he said in a stern, commanding voice. I stopped my fidgeting, laying my hands flat in my lap. “Good, just relax. Everything will be alright.”

Highly doubtful. He was playing a dangerous game, and we both knew it. But neither of us said anything as he left his hand there the entire car ride.

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“After the conclusion of today’s trial, the jury here finds Fulton Dynamic guilty of trespassing and breaking and entering with intent to steal inside information.”

I felt the tension deflate from my body, eyes fluttering shut as the judges whacked the wooden disk on his stand. He said something, but I couldn’t even hear over the roar in my ear. Holy shit we won…

“Claudia,” Harvey shook my shoulder. I snapped my eyes to him. “Come on, let's get out of here.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

I rested my head back against the seat, eyes focused on the window outside so I wouldn’t throw up. Man did I hate getting car sick every time I looked at my phone when in a car. The city lights were bright and fierce, unrelenting all hours of the day. Why on god's green earth did I decide to move to New York? Out of all the places I could’ve gone to work as an associate in this state, why did I choose the city? I hate the city. I’ve always hated the-

“Yoo-hoo,” I heard from my side. I lifted my exhausted head and gave Harvey a look. “Did you hear anything I said?”

‘Oh… n-no I’m sorry,” I stiffened, giving him my full attention. “What were you talking about?”

“I was just saying that you did a great job today, Claudia. You kicked ass in there,” he smiled.

“Thanks, Mr. Specter.” I just let out a sigh.

“You don’t think so?”

“Not really.” Anxiety swirled in my chest. Tears pricked my eyes and nose.

“Why not? Claudia, you gave one of the best cross examinations I think I’ve ever seen. And the way you handled Cayhill? Defended Devlyn from those accusations? It was masterful.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

Silence hung between us. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “You did great today.”

“I was a complete idiot when I was defending Devlyn. I was way too animated and let my emotions get the best of me. For Christ's sake Judge Peterson gave me a warning.”

“I want you to take a guess at how many warnings judges give me when I’m the one in there leading the case.”

“You’re Harvey Specter, of course you… get a lot.”

“You right, I do get a lot. But that isn’t a bad thing. And I’ve been doing this a hell of a lot longer than you-” “That’s the problem,” I snapped. “You have been doing this for seventeen years and I’ve been doing it for ten days. I’ve barely got my toe in the water and I’ve already shown other lawyers and firms that I can’t keep my cool.”

“Claudia, you are passionate. I don’t see that as a huge problem in the courtroom. There needs to be a level of pushback from attorneys because if you, of all people on someone’s legal team, aren’t going to fight back, then you might as well be fired. Because you are the only person some people have hope for. You have to be aggressive and assertive sometimes to get the job done.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“I am going to teach you,” Harvey’s words completely short circuited my brain.

“What do you mean?”

“Claudia, I think you’re going to be a great lawyer, even without my help. I know you struggle with confidence and that is all I want to help you with. To get some leverage over these other associates so you can climb that ladder.”

“I can’t just magically pull a wagon load of confidence out of my ass overnight,” I shook my head, folding my hands tightly together. “I don’t see how you can help me.”

The car pulled up outside the building and Harvey let out a sigh. Great. Now I’ve pissed him off, too. That’s exactly what I needed to do was piss off Harvey Specter after a great win. In all honesty, it had been a good day. I didn’t fumble the ball like I was going to, but this was completely taking away from them.

My door opened. Harvey looked down at me from outside and extended his hand. When did he get out of the car? I hesitantly took it, getting out and shutting the door behind me.

“Claudia,” Harvey started. “You need to learn to let go. To put the bad moments behind you.” “I can’t.” “Which is why you and I are going to go back up there and have a drink. Get to know each other a little bit so we can start building that trust. I know I intimidate you, and I try like hell to be as calm as I can around you, but one day Louis or Jessica or Donna is going to come into my office and give me some bad news. You might be there and see how I handle it. You might not, but I don’t want you to be afraid of that happening to you.”

“And how can I be sure that if I come up with a plan one day, and it falls through and goes to shit, you won’t flip out on me or fire me or-or-”

“Because I won’t. I give you my word. But I need yours as well.”

“Need my word, why?” “I need to know that you won’t think I’m a monster if you’re in the room and I lose my cool.”

I’ve never thought Harvey was a monster to begin with. I’ve always admired his ability to shut off his feelings and get the dirty work done. Of course I’ve seen that side of him a time or two, but never catastrophic like some of the stories I’ve heard from the third and fourth years.

“You have my word.”

The elevator chime brought me out of my spiraling momentarily to walk to Harvey’s office. The firm was empty, not even Jessica was here. He led me to his office and got to work on the drinks. My eyes wandered from him to the view through the window. This was the only part of the city I might’ve let myself enjoy from time to time.

“Donna was right, you do have a lot of music,” I noted, taking in the wall filled with vinyl records. She mentioned it when I was caught with my head buried in a book in the library, some random Beatles song blasting so loud she could hear it down the hall.

“You’re just now noticing that?” “Well, I haven’t exactly been in your office for anything other than to work on this case so… no I guess I never really noticed.”

“You can pick something to listen to, if you’d like.” He was gonna let me touch his records? This place was like a museum; autographed basketballs and baseballs, art hanging on the wall. “Or you can just stare at it.”

I flushed, picking up a record at random and handing it to him. In exchange, he handed me a glass a third full of whisky. I smelled it, it kind of made me scrunch my nose. I didn’t drink often; most of the time I was too tired to even feed myself let alone consume alcohol.

When I took a sip, I actually didn’t mind the taste. It was smooth, simple in flavor and didn’t burn too bad. Quite nice, for all it’s worth.

There was a couch along the wall of records that I fixed myself on, Harvey taking the time to remove his tie and lay it across his desk before sitting across from me on one of the chairs. I toed off my pumps and set them on the floor beside the table. God damn did my feet hurt.

“Do you do this with all the new associates?”

“What do you mean?” He asked, taking a seat in one of the chairs while I took up the couch.

“I mean, when you think they’re ready, do you give them a case and help them get their foot in the door?”

“No, no I don’t,” Harvey admitted. “Louis is in charge of the associates. You know that.”

“Yes,” I nodded. “But I just thought that there was some deal between you guys: you have a mock trial with the new associates, whichever team wins gets to give a case to the best performing associate.”

Harvey laughed. I didn’t even know he knew how to do that. “Oh, Claudia, you really are that innocent, aren’t you?” My throat collapsed on itself. What did I say?

“Relax,” he set his glass down, swallowing his sip. “Yes, we do a fake trial every year for the first years, but we don’t just give them cases when they win. No one in their right mind would give a first year associate, fresh out of law school, the time of day. Normally they have to prove themself down the line, after years and years of loyalty to this firm to get their first case. And it’s usually pretty easy pro-bono shit.” I had to stop and think for a moment before I could speak. “You keep saying normally, usually… What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying, Claudia, is that in my decade plus of working here, I’ve never seen an associate who busts their ass quite like you. Who takes every ounce of bullshit from Louis and turns it into the Mona Lisa.”

“I think that everyone does tha-”

“No,” he cut me off. A stern look in his eyes, lips in that crooked line. “No they don’t. Not like you. You put your head down, get into it, and don't come up until you’ve found what you were looking for and thensome. You go above and beyond every time. You don’t go to Louis begging for more work, he brings it to you, and only you, because he knows he can count on you. Which means I know I can count on you, too.”

I honestly didn’t know what to say. I kind of just wanted the ground to swallow me whole. To make me evaporate and never see the light of day again.

“Thank you, Mr. Specter. But I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not but I am not very good in the spotlight. I don’t do well with… all of this.”

“I know, but I’m glad that you are trying anyway,” his smile was very charming. In a way that made his eyes crinkle. “So, besides giving a hell of a cross examination, what else do you like to do for ‘fun’?”

“Well, for starters, your definition of fun, and mine, are going to be very different. I am a very solitary person, I don’t need to be around people to have a good time. Most of the time I prefer to go do things by myself because I find when I ask, people already have plans, or they’re faking having plans so they don’t have to hang out with me. I can’t tell what is the truth and what isn’t so I stopped asking… that was totally not what you asked. Sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.”

“Go ahead, talk about whatever you want. I won’t judge you.”

A small part of me believed that he wouldn’t. A tiny, microscopic part.

“There is nothing like the feeling of getting lost in a good book. I’m a complete sucker for a cliche rom-com where the bad guy gets the good girl.”

Harvey let out a dramatic puff of air, laughing into the space around us.

“You said you wouldn’t judge!” I chuckled.

“I’m not, it’s just lame. Come on, what do you really like to do for fun?”

“That is what I really like to do for fun,” I let my hand fall to the cushion beside me. “I told you, I am not a very interesting person. I don’t have time for a whole lot of anything other than working here so… Most of my hobbies have been put on the back burner through grad school and working nonstop.”

“If you could be any type of sea creature, what would you be?”

“What does that literally have anything to do with anything we were just talking about?”

“It doesn’t,” Harvey smiled. “I’m just curious.”

“I don’t know, a jellyfish?”

“Really?” He questioned, one brow rising higher than the other. “I’d be a great white shark.”

“Of course you would,” I snickered. “Harvey Specter, the Great White of New York. If you wanted to be a real predator that no one fucks with, you should be an Orca.” “A whale?” “The killer whale,” I corrected. “They put sharks in the obituary for fun, you know. They sink yachts for fun, too. If you really want to be on top, be an Orca. No one in their right minds fucks with an Orca. They’re intelligent and not afraid of anything.”

“Aww, you think I’m intelligent and not afraid of anything?” Harvey mewled.

“Well, duh you’re Harvey Specter.” Everyone knew it. Harvey was the baddest cat in the sky, you didn’t approach him without giving him your respect. Cause if you didn’t, a whole boat load of shit will be coming your way.

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Well, I hate to break it to you, but there is more to Harvey Specter than the title my name comes with.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “Harvey Specter, badass attorney and the best closer New York has ever seen, killer whale of the corporate world.” Harvey couldn’t keep his laugh inside, sending the rumbling noise into the office. I made Harvey laugh, and I have for the past however many minutes.

“You left out the part where I’m devastatingly attractive and charming,” his smirk was nothing short of either of those things. Devastating and charming. It cut through me like a hot knife. I knew I blushed because his eyes went to my cheeks and that spot at the base of my throat that always gives it away.

My fingers tapped away anxiously at the glass in my hands, fingernails rattling against its crystal surface.

“It’s late I should… I should go.” Great, now I’m flustered and stuttering. As quickly as I could, I threw my heels back on and reached for my coat.

“Claudia-”

“Thank you for the drink, and for all your help on the case,” I hurried out, trying to not let my voice break and give away all the things I wanted to say. “Have a good night, Mr. Specter.”

“Claudia.” His voice commanded, stopping my movements. I held still on the couch, drinking in his stare. “Stay.”

“Mr. Specter I really should-”

“Harvey,” he bit out a little harshly. “Stop calling me Mr. Specter.”

“I’m sorry. Harvey, it’s late.” He just nodded, taking a sip from his glass. “And?”

“It’s been a long day and I think we should both go and get some much deserved rest,” I spoke quietly, resuming my nail picking from earlier.

“Do you really want to leave?”

It was such a loaded question. Yes, absolutely I wanted to fucking leave. But there was something deep in his eyes, deep in his voice that made me want to stay and explore. My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, no matter how much I wanted to look away. It was impossible.

“I don’t think you do,” he answered for me. “I told you I was going to help build your confidence.”

You never told me how, jackass, I thought. I swallowed, nothing going down, but I did it anyway. Harvey threw back what was left of his whisky and sat back, knees far apart, fingers drawing patterns on the arm rests of the chair.

“Come here, Claudia.” What? “You heard me.”

Shit, I must’ve said it out loud. If I thought my heart was racing before, it sure as hell was halfway around the world now. Legs trembling, I rose. Why the fuck did I stand up? It wasn’t too late to make a beeline for the door and pray he didn’t catch up. Then again, it wasn’t like I could escape him, we worked in the same fucking building. On the same floor.

When I came to a halt, a few feet in front of him, he held out his hand, palm up. As I put my fingers in his grasp, there was nothing I could do. Harvey yanked me to him, other hand catching my hip as I collapsed into him with a yelp.

“Straddle my thigh,” he ordered. Something about the way his voice went down my spine made me obey. With extreme hesitance, I moved one leg on each side of his, lowering myself. I didn’t dare put all of my weight down. And he knew it because his hands came up to my hips and forced me all the way.

“Sir, what are you-”

“Do not call me Sir unless you are ready to deal with those consequences.” His fingers dug into the exposed skin on my thigh, eyes full of his pupils.

“Harvey, what are you doing? We shouldn’t be doing… whatever this is,” I tried to defuse the situation as best I could, but there was such a seriousness written in his features I wasn’t sure I could sway him. Maybe I didn’t want to, either.

“How does it feel?” He asked.

I blinked, “H-How does what feel, Harvey?”

He smiled at the use of his name on my tongue. I hadn’t really ever called him by his first name.

“To have one of the most powerful men in the city underneath you, bent to your will?”

When I did look away from his face, to where I was seated on his lap, I felt my stomach start to twist and mold into something new. I did have Harvey Specter underneath me. Granted, at his own command, but still…

“And before you even think about it, no. I don’t do this with all the other associates.”

“Then why me?” My voice was a barely there whisper, gaze averted from his until his thumb caught my chin and made me look into his eyes.

“Because I see something else in you that I don’t think anyone realizes. And I know the world will never see it unless you start believing in yourself and take control of the cards you’ve been dealt.”

I took a moment to steady my breath, and my uncontrollable thoughts. “And you think that whatever this is… you think this is going to help with that?”

Harvey shrugged, “I am in no way forcing you to be here, am I?”

My blush came creeping back. Of course he wasn’t forcing me to be here. I shook my head, my face just inches from his. I felt oddly relaxed under his touch.

“And I am not stopping you from getting up and leaving right now. It’s your choice, Claudia, but I think you want to be here, on my lap. Because if you didn’t, you would’ve already left.”

God dammit I hated this cocky son of a bitch. Was he right? Yes. Of fucking course he was. But the way his mouth curled up was dangerous. This was dangerous, and utterly a horrible idea. Was I really about to sit here, on one of my bosses thighs? He did look pretty good under me, shirt unbuttoned the top three, cologne wafting into the air every time he moved his head.

Harvey’s hands came back to my hips as he leaned up.

“So, are you going to get up and leave? Or, are you going to ride my thigh while I tell you how pretty you look?” His breath tickled my ear, his lips trailing the space just below. I couldn’t help the shudder that went through my whole body, and I knew Harvey felt it because he cooed.

As I adjusted myself, I couldn’t help the movement, his breath on my skin was making me flutter, Harvey moved my hips back and forth. I felt the air take from my throat. The material of his pants against my core wracked through me. So unexpectedly I found myself pressing closer to him so I wouldn’t fall off.

“That’s it, Claudia…” His voice was sickly sweet with praise. Harvey moved to fiddle with the front of his pants, and when I went to look, he caught my chin. “Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“Harvey this… this isn’t the best idea,” I kept trying to reason. Not necessarily with him, but with myself. Obviously he wanted it, so why was I trying to convince myself to go?

“So?”

“This could have some serious implications if we don’t-”

He laughed against my neck, placing a few kisses right over where I always blushed. “Claudia, Claudia, Claudia. This is exactly what I have been talking about. You are wound far too tightly with concern. You need to let go, need to be out of control with something in your life.”

“Let me guess, that something is going to be you?”

“Only if you want it to be,” he said. “Look Claudia, I know we don’t exactly always see eye to eye on things, and we sure as hell haven’t really worked together, but that doesn’t make me less sure about this. About you. If you are having doubts, and this isn’t what you want, then walk away and we never have to talk about it ever again. But I think there is a part of you that really likes seeing me under you. That likes knowing you can make me this way.”

“And what if I do?” Harvey was right. God dammit he was right and he knew it. I looked and saw just what I had been doing to him.

“Then just let yourself enjoy it because I know I want to.”

Man, he was quite the smooth talker. My resolve crumbled and I gave in. No, I didn’t give in, I made the choice to let this happen. Harvey wanted this too, for some reason known only to the great mother and beyond. This was not going to end well, I don’t know why I thought so, but I just know this is going to cause a problem down the road. Maybe it’ll be a good one, maybe it won’t– Jesus I need to get out of my head before I start thinking into oblivion.

Harvey rolled his eyes, hand cupping the side of my face before his lips met mine. The gasp I let out… I could feel his smile. He guided my hand into the front of his pants, but did nothing else. Just left it there.

When I tried to pull away, he bit my lip and pulled me right back in. Finger pressing into the front of my throat. In a commanding, possessive way that made my stomach burn with desire.

I slowly traced around the outline of him. My fingers were trembling so fiercely that I wasn’t sure they were moving at all. As best I could control them, I made my way up to the waistband of his briefs, just… testing the waters.

“You’re so close to where I need you,” Harvey purred, eyes looking at my surly swollen lips. “Go on, sweetheart, don’t be shy.”

I guess there really was no turning back. As my hand ventured further, I ducked down and swept my tongue into his mouth. He approved very enthusiastically. Harvey continued to guide my hips back and forth and back and forth across his thigh. All too gently, all too slowly. One of his hands kept working my hip, the other camp up around my throat.

How could he know that was one of my weakest sides? It didn’t prevent any air, but it was a firm reminder.

His breath broke our searing lips when I moved my thumb over the tip of his cock. Harvey’s grip tightened on my throat and a noise slipped through my mouth. There was little I could do to keep my eyes from lulling back, head going with it. He made an effort to weave his fingers between my locks and pulled. A lot harder than I think he actually meant to.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured against my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck and arms. “I can’t help myself when you make such pretty noises. I’ll be gentle.”

I huffed out a laugh, as best I could with the straight against my neck. “I don’t mind.”

“Those are dangerous words, Claudia,” he warned, bringing my head back up. His eyes were dark in a way I couldn’t process in that moment. His lips were red and his hair was a mess from my fingers.

I tugged at him as emphasis for my earlier words. “I don’t mind you being rough with me.”

His eyes closed, and his jaw clenched. I continued my motions, slow and long, drawing divine noises from him. Even with his hands away from my hips, I still moved them, picking up pace with my hand. I took the liberty to occupy his mouth with my own, hopefully filling him with euphoria. It was fast, and quite messy. My hair was sticking to the back of my neck with sweat, and I could taste it on his skin when I couldn’t help but trail my tongue up his throat.

Harvey murmured my name, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t now, not with the constant moans and praise from his tongue. ‘Just like that sweetheart’, ‘I know that pretty mouth of yours will feel so much better wrapped around my cock’, ‘Can’t wait to take you apart’.

With his release, warm and wet over the back of my hand, he stilled my hips. Fingers digging in. At some point my skirt rode up, or he tugged it over my ass, and his nails left long lines of scratches. I hissed, and Harvey was breathing deep.

Harvey’s grin was nothing short of animalistic as he looked at where my hand still connected us. “Look at that, sweetheart. Look how well you’ve done.”

I could do nothing to keep my blood from rushing to my face. When I moved my hand– not entirely sure if I should get up and clean it off– Harvey snatched my wrist.

“Open.”

I was going to question him, but I watched his eyes flick over my surely swollen lips. I flushed deeper. And deeper again as he moved them into my mouth. Bitter, but not in a bad way. And If I had been thoroughly fucked, I’d undoubtably find it irresistible.

“Good girl, Claudia.”

There would be no way to recover from hearing that. I shuddered, so hard I clamped his thigh between my own, and whimpered. Like I had never before. And his stare… the way his eyes watched my tongue circle over my fingers. As they watched me swallow him down.

“I bet you didn’t even realize,” he tilted his head, tucking hair behind my ear, flopping it behind my shoulder.

“Realize…what?”

“How you took control. How confident you were with your hand… with that wicked tongue of yours. It was like it was second nature for you, wasn’t it? I didn’t even have to tell you to keep moving your hips. You just did it.”

I didn’t even know I was doing most of it… It all just happened. At some point or another.

“I wouldn’t say that I was confi-”

“Yes,” he interrupted. “You were. And that feeling, of being in control, is what you need to feel when you are in the courtroom. You were able to do it here, with me, to me. It was the most powerful and direct I’ve ever seen you.”

“Sex and being a lawyer aren’t exactly the same thing.”

“No, but you were able to feel safe and let yourself go. To release all that potential and work miracles.”

“You’d consider me giving you an orgasm a miracle?”

He chuckled, leaning so his lips brushed against mine. “Your hands do miraculous things to me, Claudia. I don’t normally give myself to someone the way I did with you. I didn’t have any second thoughts about it because I knew how willing you’d be to please me. And god damn do I love watching you pleasure yourself for me.”

In the minutes that followed, Harvey stood me up and straightened out my skirt. He did give me some hand sanitizer until I could go to the bathroom. I watched as he tucked in his shirt, buttoning his pants and rolling the sleeves back up his arms.

“Harvey?”

“Yes, Claudia?” His voice was much more mellow.

“How often is this… you know. Gonna happen?”

He smirked, “Why, already picturing yourself on your knees for me?”

I wasn’t, but I sure as hell was now. One thing that I needed to learn to do was control my facial reactions because judging by the way his stepped closer, he could see that I was, in fact, picturing his hand in my hair while he forced me to take it down my-

“Oh sweet sweet Claudia,” he chuckled, tilting up my chin. “You really are that eager to please me.”

“I was just wondering when you were going to return the favor.”

Harvey seized my throat, tighter than he had before. “Don’t you worry, sweetheart. I will have my name dripping from your tongue for so long you will forget it completely and beg for mercy. And when you beg for it, just know that you won’t get it until I say you do.”

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 poor old man couldn’t keep up with you, even if he tried. You were nothing more than an uncontrollable ball of energy he was married to. He would wake up to the sound of your fluffy tail hitting the floor nonstop as you stared at him and waited for him to wake up with a small pout on your face.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 lips turned down even more at the sight of your white-haired husband, who proceeded to sleep peacefully. "Jushirooooo." You called out to him and poked his cheek as he groaned and opened one of his eyes. "Dear, the sun hasn’t risen yet, and you're ready to go outside?" He sat up and yawned. It was still dark outside, and you expected him to get up right away. "Mhmm!" You nodded your head cutely as your furry ears perked up in an adorable manner, which Jushiro couldn’t say no to. The white-haired man only sighed. He knew you were always up before the crack of dawn so you could get your day's work done and explore. "Fine, but when we come back inside, you have to go to sleep right away. Got it?" He pointed his index finger at you as you nodded your head once more. "Okay!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 you stomach and head scratches anytime he has the chance. He never walked passed you without giving you a head scratch, he never gotten use to the fact that your foot tapped against the group rapidly when he scratches behind your ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 has multiple toys stashed away under his desk for when you come to spend the day with him, not caring about your duties. He would try to send you off, but you'd always give him your famous eyes and pout, which he couldn’t say no to. While spending the day with him, you’ll frequently play with the toys he brought you, which are pretty interesting.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 your way of showing love to him was incredibly sweet, since you couldn’t verbally speak to him at times. He would wake up to you nuzzling your cheek into his while saying good morning. — "Good morning, dear." Jushiro's eyes softened at you sitting on his lap with your tail doing its usual wags. "Good morning!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 almost put him on his deathbed earlier than he’d expected because of your careless behavior. He’d never forget the one time he thought you were killed and thrown in a lake because of your torn clothing. Only for you to pop your head out of the lake with a bright smile on your face. Jushiro didn’t give you a chance to speak before he pulled you out of the lake and dragged you home by your ear while chewing you out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐍 order to drain your battery, the man sends you out on tasks and (easy) missions so you can tire yourself out. Once you've completed all the tasks he gave you, you’ll often come into his office and sit on his lap until he’s done with this paperwork. With his hand often rubbing your back and ears.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 stretched your muscles for the final time as you headed to your husband’s office. For the first time in a while, you were extremely exhausted. Once you reached the office door, you didn’t even bother to knock. Jushiro watched as you kicked the sandals off your feet and made your way towards him. Before he could say a word, you immediately plopped yourself down on his lap, your face snuggling into his neck. Jushiro chuckled and began to rub your back, putting you at ease. "I’m guessing you’re tired?" He grinned at your tired state, which made you nod. "Mhmm, let’s cuddle."

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐎.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐀𝐍 absolute love bug! You were both obsessed with each other. Shinji talked about you nonstop to his lieutenant, Hinamori, who only nodded her head and agreed with everything he said.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 loved you dearly. But if he had the chance to strap you down to a table for a day, then you better believe he would. Everyone knew you gave your husband an unnecessary amount of gray hair from the way you acted. Your hyperactivity would get so out of control that Shinji would throw you over his shoulder and walk away from the scene. But no one has seen the man snap on you before because he couldn’t. Shinji knew that you meant no harm, and besides, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 never fails to make you blush because of his flirty attitude; the sexual jokes he makes towards you make you bury your face in your hands. Because you knew he was going to give you a hard time the following night. He’s the only one who was able to make you blush. — "Hey, babe, I got this tongue piercing for a reason. Wanna watch me use it?" "S–Shinji!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t mind the fact that you had dog ears and a tail. He would often tease you by dragging his hands slowly down the tail, knowing it was one of the most sensitive parts of your body. Plus, he could have an advantage over you when you start to act bratty. With a simple tug of your tail, your behavior would straighten up immediately.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 give me that shit." Shinji's grip on the tail tightened as you tried your hardest to hold yourself up. You knew it was wrong to act like a brat in front of all those people, but you didn’t care at the moment; it was all Shinji’s fault. "Where’s that attitude now?" He used his index finger to tilt your head up, and once Shinji saw your glossy eyes,he immediately rolled his eyes. You always tried this sh*t when you got in trouble; it worked the first three times, but he was over that now. "Don’t give me those damn eyes; you knew you were wrong." His dark brown eyes glared into your soft e/c ones. Your h/c ears are flat on the top of your head.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 said sorry. I didn’t mean it." You muttered loud enough for him to hear. Shinji's glare deepened; your puppy eyes and scared look weren’t fooling him this time. He knew it was all an act you put on, so he would go easy on you when he was punishing you. "You said sorry? You didn’t mean it? I told you about this before we left, and you still went and acted out!" Shinji gritted his teeth at you. From the look in his eyes and the way his hand was now wrapping around your neck, he was getting more angry. Shinji let out a long sigh before removing his hand from your tail to pinch the bridge of his nose. Once you both make it back home, he’s going to demolish that attitude of yours. "I’ll deal with you later, understand?" His grip on your neck loosened as you nodded your head quickly. "Yes sir!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 alone, you would put your chin on his lap (near his private area) with your tail wagging and an "innocent" smile on your face, and he almost lost it. It takes an entire army to hold him back from pouncing on you and turning you inside out in his office.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈 groaned when you pulled on his bottom lip after the make-out session; the paperwork on his desk was now put to the side as his attention focused on you. From the moment you stepped into his office, his eyes concentrated on you and you only. His eyes watched as you slid down to the floor, now on your knees. Your chin now rested on his lap. He knew you didn’t want head-pats; you wanted something else. "I’m sorry, pup, but we can’t do it now." He gave your chin a light scratch as you pouted, your ears flattening with you. "Please, I want it now." You batted your lashes at him while he suffered from a heavy debate in his head. "Fine, but don’t make a mess like you did last time." His hand made its way to your hair and gave it a light tug with a whine leaving past your lips. "I–I won’t."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 perfect shoulder to lean on when you’re scared. Because you have sensitive ears and a fear of loud noises, he would always put noise-cancelling headphones over your ears and hold you against his chest while rubbing your back slowly.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 pain in Shinji’s chest caused him to wake up instantly; something wasn’t right. He looked over to see you curled into his side while whimpering, the tears in your eyes making him go into protective mode. "What’s wrong, baby?" He used his thumb to wipe away the tears from your eyes as the crackle of thunder caused you to sob and curl into his side even more. It took him a moment before the lightbulb went off in his head. You were terrified of lightning and thunder. He sat up from the futon while the thunder made another loud sound, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the pillow next to you. Shinji searched through the drawer for the familiar item until it came into his vision—the noise-canceling headphones he brought just for you. He sat back down next to you with his hand brushing the h/c hair from your face. "Look at me, baby; it’s all going to be okay. I’m right here." He cooed in your ear as your tail started to unwrap itself from your leg. Once he saw that your grip on the pillow had loosened, he removed the object from your face and placed the headphones over your ears. You slowly opened your tear-stung eyes to look at your husband, who smiled softly and stroked your cheek. His eyes shined with nothing but reassurance and love. He wiped away the final tears before kissing your lips. You sniffled for the last time as you buried your face into his chest, sleeping peacefully for the rest of the night.

𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐈.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 wondered how Ichigo was able to keep you tame and calm in public, considering you were the same person who jumped from desk to desk every morning. But the secret was gum; once he thinks you’re getting out of control, he’ll pull out a stick. Which makes you calm down in a second. One minute you’re jumping all over the place, and the next minute you’re nuzzling your cheek into his arm while chewing on the piece of gum.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐎 has to tie a leash around your waist when you both go out in public. The number of times he lost you in public places was ridiculous! He not only had a leash on you, but he also had a tracker in the necklace he brought you for your birthday. The last time he lost you, a hollow attacked and almost killed you, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let that happen again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 teenager thought he was going crazy when his clothes started to go missing all of a sudden! Only to find out you had an entire stash in your closet, he took back most of his clothes. But let you pick out the ones you wanted to keep, even if they were his favorite.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐈 want this one! Can I keep it, Ichi?" You held up the white cardigan as Ichigo nodded his head. "Sure, but don’t get it dirty." He squeezed your cheek and proceeded to place the rest of his shirts in the suitcase. Yes, a suitcase. Ichigo didn’t know you stole an entire collection of his clothes. He didn’t notice until the only thing he had left was a shirt he hadn’t worn since he was fifteen. "You can’t keep that." Ichigo took the white shirt from your grasp as you pouted with your ears flattened. "Ichiiii, you can’t even fit that shirt anymore." You whined at your boyfriend, who sighed before throwing the shirt at you. Your whining was the only reason you got your way. "Next time, ask before you take my entire closet and run off with it." He lightly scolded you and pinched your cheek while you giggled nervously, knowing damn well you were going to do it again.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 of your clingy behavior, he would buy every strawberry plushie that came into his sight. You knew Ichigo couldn’t be by your side every second of the day, but that didn’t stop you from whining and crying for him. He would often check his phone to see over a dozen voice messages you recorded about how much you loved and missed him. The pictures of you pouting with the plushie pressed to your cheek made him want to drop everything and return to you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 most of your free time watching the annual dog competitions with you. At first, he didn’t know why you were so addicted to the shows; his first thought was because you’re part dog. But once he sat down and watched the show, it was quite interesting. You would laugh at him when he scoffed at the bigger dog and won over the small dog.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐇𝐄 didn’t play when it came to your grades; he wants the absolute best for you and refuses to let you drop out. Since you both were in the same classes, he’d help you out with your work every time you called him. And he would spend the night at your house to make sure you completed your homework and did not slack off to watch puppy competitions. Every time you get a question right, he’ll give you a kiss and a treat <3.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 bit your lip at your boyfriend, who only wore a pair of grey sweatpants with a black tank top. From the moment you saw him, your tail started to wag at an immediate pace. You tried to focus your attention back on your homework, but his muscles were practically staring back at you. You snapped out of your thoughts when Ichigo tapped the paper with the pencil. "What’s the answer to number six?" He pointed the pencil at the sheet. "E–Erm, c?" You scratched your cheek as Ichigo nodded his head and said, "That was correct. Good job, baby." He used his index finger to pull your chin closer to his lips. The faint taste of the strawberry cake still lingering on his lips made you go federal; you wanted him so bad that your tail was now wagging faster than ever.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 only thing Ichigo disliked about you was your brattiness. He'd have to admit that he did take you everywhere and spoil you rotten. He didn’t care about the attitude you’d gain when you were both alone. But if you’re in public, then it’s a different story. He hated the way you would whine and stomp your foot at him when he said no, but he wasn’t like that partner who was afraid of putting the other in their place. Once you push his buttons too much, he’ll take you to the nearest alleyway or bathroom to straighten you and your little attitude out.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 really been pissing me off today." Ichigo frowned and took your face into his hand, the pout never leaving your lips. You rolled your eyes at him and steered your eyes in another direction, which pissed Ichigo off even more. All this because he refused to buy you those nasty chocolate-covered bananas. You could feel the anger seething off him, and honestly, you didn’t give a damn. "Hmph, I don’t care." You shrugged your shoulders at your boyfriend, whose eyes widened for a second before going back to normal. Who were we talking to? Because it surely wasn’t him. "Repeat that for me." He removed his hand from your face and slid it down to your neck, his thumb pressing down on the sensitive part. You held back your whimpers and stood up straight, since you were starting to lean onto his chest. "I—I said I don’t—ah" You whimpered when his hand made its way down to your tail, giving it a gentle stroke.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 started to pant when Ichigo used his hands to massage the sensitive parts of your body; if it weren’t for the wall holding you up, you would’ve been on your knees right now. Ichigo smirked. For someone who talked a lot of shit, it was extremely easy to put you back in your place. His hand that was on your tail was now trailing up to your waist. "What happened, baby?" He teased. Ichigo chuckled at how you attempted to speak, only for his grip on your neck to tighten. He leaned down to give your lips a kiss; his soft lips moving in sync with your plump ones felt like a dream. "Mhmm..." You pulled on his shirt when he started to suck on your tongue; the foreign feeling had you begging for more. His free hand wandered around your body and groped everything he touched. Your body belonged to him, so he could do whatever he pleased with it. After pulling away, he took his hand from your neck while a thick string of saliva connected you to him. You quickly looked away. Feeling ashamed at the fact that you folded for him within seconds. "I'm sorry, Ichi. I didn’t mean to act like that out there." You stared at your shows like they were the most important things in the world. Ichigo chuckled and pulled you closer by your waist, saying, "It’s fine. But just know I went easy on you because we were in a public restroom. Next time, I’ll make sure you forget how to walk."

𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐘𝐀.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 and Toshiro were complete opposites. You were so smiley and happy all the time, while he was more of a serious and assertive guy. Multiple people were surprised when they saw Toshiro holding hands with you. How did Toshiro fall for you? The world may never know. You both were happy, and that's all that matters.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 you both go out into the public, he has to warn you to act right, or else he’s going to bring out the sandal. Plus, he can’t go three seconds without scolding you. But if you act right, he’ll give you head pats and buy you food.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 said that Toshiro wouldn’t follow you up on your shenanigans was completely wrong. This guy played board games with you, danced in the rain with you, and occasionally challenged you to a staring contest once in a while. To prove to you that he can last longer than you.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 are they doing?" Hinamori tilted her head at the couple, who sat crisscross on the ground while staring into each other's souls. "They’re having a staring contest. They’ve been there for ten minutes now." Rangiku whispered and took a sip of her drink. Hinamori watched as your ears perked up and your tail wagged, signaling you were excited, while Toshiro felt his eyes water at your adorable behavior. His eyes widened and his heart swelled when he saw your pupils dilate more and more. You didn’t think of this as a staring contest; you just wanted to stare at your lover. Toshiro’s watery eyes finally closed. "See! I told you that you couldn’t do it!" Rangiku laughed at Toshiro, who glared at her for a moment before turning his attention back to you. "Does that mean I win?" You innocently blinked your eyes at your boyfriend, and Toshiro felt his cheeks heat up at your angelic aura. Once you gave him that smile and head tilt, he would stutter every time. "Yes, you’ve won, darling."

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 didn’t mind that you were so lovey-dovey and affectionate with him. He loved waking up to your morning kisses and hugs. He couldn’t push you away, because if he did, then you'd keep coming back.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 the place of the adult in the relationship, even though you are older than him. He cleans your mouth after you’re done eating, takes baths with you (so you wouldn’t get distracted or fall asleep in the water), and so much more. Not to mention that he’s extremely overprotective of you, especially when someone yells at you. Once your ears flattened, it was a signal for him to unsheathe his sword. It takes you, Rangiku, and Hinamori to hold him back from releasing the wrath of the person who yelled at you; no matter who he was going against, he was always going to take up your cause. — "Captain! Y/N said it’s not a big deal!" "I’m going to turn that asshole into ice sickles!"

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 to let you hang around Rangiku or Shunsui when he wasn’t around. The last time that happened, you came to him drunk off your ass with a bottle in your hand. He wanted to destroy the two, but his mind told him otherwise; you were his focus, not them. But God wanted to destroy them.

♡ 𓈒 𓈒 ୨୧ 𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He watched as you stumbled around the room with a bottle in your hand while barking loudly. "T–Toshi!" You hiccuped and waved at your boyfriend drunkenly while Toshiro snatched the bottle from your hand and put it in the trash. He then grabbed your arms and began to lay you down on the futon, his mind traveling off to how he was going to punish Rangiku. "T-Toshi, I love you. You’re the best boyfriend ever. You make me so happy." Your voice slurred slightly, making Toshiro’s cheeks turn pink. Even when you’re drunk, your love for him is louder than ever. "I love you too; now take this and go to sleep. I have some business to handle." He gave your lips and forehead a kiss. Rangiku is most definitely never going to hear the end of it.

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lion’s den | jeon jungkook

pairing ; mafia boss ! jungkook x assassin ! reader.

genre ; mafia!au, smut, angst | one shot

summary ; your mission was to kill jeon jungkook until it became something more.

word count ; 5.8k

warnings ; smut (18+), fingering, clit slapping, slight rough fucking, hickeys bigdick!jungkook, some dirty talks, choking, voyeurism, explicit language, unprotected sex (yall do it without the un), mentions of blood (not too extreme), blackmailing, use of guns, daddy issues.

a/n ; im backkk pls let me know ur thoughts on this one :D

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You walk down the familiar hallway, the sounds of your shoes echoing, getting the attention of the guards waiting at the end of it, you take a deep breath as the door you curse your whole existence opens revealing a fancy and clean office clearly opposite from the one who owns it.

You despise the man sitting behind his desk, looking at you with a smirk that you wish you could wipe off his face. The room reeks of cigarette and alcohol, you crunch your nose in disgust.

“Have a seat” he motions with his hand signaling you to do as he says

“Just tell me what I have to do” you cross your arms tightly, impatiently tapping your feet on the expensive hard-wood floor, refusing to sit, making him narrow his eyes at you.

“Are you really going to disobey me now?” his tone threatening, you send him a death glare doing as you’re told. He hums in satisfaction, lighting up a cigarette before inhaling the smoke and exhaling it right in front of your face after. This fucking old bitch, You close your eyes tightly, holding back from killing this man right here and then.

“Where is he?” his eyebrow raises at your question, tilting his head as if contemplating whether to answer you.

“Do this job and I’ll tell you” you growl slamming your hand on the table in which he didn’t flinch, his grin only getting wider taunting you.

“Give him back and I’ll do it” your heart aches at the thought of his little figure, scared and confused about what's happening without you by his side.

“Not happening. He should be the least of your concern right now, kill this man for me” He says putting a photograph of a man on the table for you to look at. He looks young, clean and pretty even but you can never judge a book by its cover. You can’t help but notice the piercings on his eyebrow and lips. Few of his tattoos are exposed, who is he?

“Jeon Jungkook. Son of my greatest enemy. As you know, his father died last year with my own hands, and now he is taking over. I would just let him live, but he is taking my customers, recruiting the best people even those idiots who I fired. You know, very bad for my business. He’s building an empire and you have to stop it.”

“Why me?” eyes narrowing as you look at him with hatred

“He doesn’t know you, in fact no one from our enemies knows you. You’re my greatest possession, dear I made you for this very mission. Also you’re pretty, he likes pretty women.” You clench your fists by your sides. Loathing at how he sees you as an object that can be disposed whenever he pleases, like you were born to be one.

You stand up without a word, stopping to your tracks as you near the door. “And if I fail?”

“Oh you won’t, you don’t wanna see his tiny corpse inside his favorite backpack, do you?” You stomp your way back to his table, grabbing him by his collar with your hands.

“He’s your son” your words echoing around the room

“Not biologically.”

“I’m going to kill you after this.” you tell him sternly pulling him close as you look him straight in the eyes. The eyes that you hate the most knowing it’s the same as yours. He laughs loudly completely unfazed by your threat

“Do your mission first eh?” You drop your hold gritting your teeth before walking away.

“Oh and take care, my lovely daughter.” He yells from behind you, your nostrils flare with one thing in your mind. Burn this place down.

“Don’t fuck this up.” Your father tells you through the small earpiece, you roll your eyes. Fixing your hair making sure it covers your ear and the earpiece which is almost pea-sized.

“If you shut up, then I won’t be as distracted” you snap, you nod at the person who opens your door. Dusting off your black long dress that hugs your boobs and body perfectly. The thigh high slit on the right side and simple jewelry you’re wearing completes the look.

You scan the area, putting on the half black lace mask on your face. Who the hell still even throws a masquerade party?

You nod at the security guard, showing the invitation you were able to forge easily. A crowd of people soon fill your vision. It’s dark and big but the only light that is provided is from the disco ball and bar.

You make your way to the corner of the room, observing the people around you. If you were a normal person, you would have just simply thought this was an elegant and good party. But you weren’t, so do the people here. Few of them could be murderers, hell you already assumed everyone in this room has at least killed one or two people in this lifetime. Everyone here is dangerous.

“Find him” the annoying voice orders. You crouch down, pretending to fix your heels, making sure the gun you strapped on your calf is still there and will stay hidden.

“I am trying, why did you have to send me to a masquerade ball? I could just kill him in his sleep” You bite your lip looking for your target. The lighting is a good cover-up but it makes your work harder knowing everyone is wearing masks, you can’t just spot him in one go, or so you thought.

“I’m telling you this is now or never, we won’t get a chance as close as this.” He warns

“Shut up, turn this off if you have to.” Your breath hitch as you spot a figure on the second floor, his sleeves are rolled up revealing some of his tattoos, his arms are leaning on the railings, looking at the crowd below him. Looking at you. It’s not hard to find him considering that he carries this aura you can’t put your finger on. You gotta blend in. You curse under your breath, looking away as you make your way to the bar to get yourself a drink. That’s definitely him.

“Straight up” you tell the bartender thanking him as you get your glass. You glance at your target, only to find out that he’s disappeared. Fuck where did he go?

“Looking for someone?” You jump slightly from the voice behind you, you can feel his breath on your neck reminding you of how you are with each other. You take a sip of your drink, the taste of whiskey immediately burning your throat, composing yourself before responding.

“Are you?” You turn around, raising your eyebrow at him. He chuckles lightly, putting his hand on your lower back to pull you closer to him. You gasp, grabbing his shoulder with one hand the other on your drinking glass.

“Straight up? You're supposed to drink whiskey on the rocks” He tells you, taking the glass out of your hand for him to finish your drink as you frown at him, watching his every move. This is your chance. Don’t fall for his antics.

“No you’re supposed to drink it with your own preference, now if you’ll excuse me” You remove his hand on you, widening the space between you both before you find yourself walking away from him. You look over your shoulder subtly, making sure he’s following you. Just like what you planned.

“I prefer you entertaining me” He pulls you into him, your back hitting his firm chest as you feel his hands touching your hips delicately but with pressure. The feather of his mask tickling the side of your face as he brushes your hair to the side, his breath on the back of your neck feels like electricity making you tilt your head to the side giving him more access.

“I’m not a whiskey” you lean your body on his, almost losing your balance as he turns your body around making you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Don’t you know me?” you can see his quirk eyebrows, his flirting tone not faltering though. Your face only inches away, lips hovering but not completely meeting each other. The masks clearly are a bother for you both.

“Should I know you?” You are so close you could feel the heat of his body. Your hand making its way to the nape of his neck.

“No, but you’re about to.” you gasp softly as your lips connect, slow and then desperately. You pull away catching your breath, he takes off his mask knocking the breath out of you, god he’s pretty that picture didn’t do him any justice. He put his finger under your mask tapping it as if asking for permission to take it off. You nod. This wasn’t part of the plan but I guess I can improvise.

“Never seen a pretty girl like you before.” He presses his lips against your neck, making you moan and pull his hair before he’s chasing your lips again. His hand wanders through the slit of your dress, palming your pussy making you jolt in surprise. The other on your back, keeping you steady.

“Fuck you’re so wet already.” he growls nipping at the juncture between your neck and shoulder that for sure will leave marks. And you can only suppress your moans, grinding on the hand that’s between your legs. His warm fingers tracing your clit through your lace underwear, putting pressure then pulling away teasing you.

“W-wait here?” You shriek quietly, holding his wrist. Afraid that you might get attention from other people especially now that you both don’t have your masks. He chuckles looking at you with lust.

“Look around angel, no one’s paying attention” You do as he says watching everyone minding their own business. Either too busy dancing or doing god knows what with this poor lighting room. “Tell me to stop and I will” You can kill him later.

“Don’t” He towers over your body, hiding you from the crowd with his broad figure. You feel him set your panties aside, as you both stand in the corner of the room. You watch him retrieve his hand, gripping your chin to bring your face closer to his. Tapping your lips with his tattooed fingers.

“Open” you open your mouth, Jungkook inserting his two fingers inside. You look at him directly in the eyes, licking his fingers delicately, before he has them shoving down your throat choking you.

“Fuck I’ll let you have my dick in your mouth, next time” he swears taking them out and thrusting his fingers inside you with a warning. You keep your thighs shut earning a tsk from him. Slapping your pussy sending you in shock.

“Keep them open” You let out a loud moan in surprise, feeling his fingers stretch your walls. You tighten your grip on his shoulders, kissing his lips sloppily, leaving kisses on his neck to his jaw. Leaving your prints all over his skin to suppress your moans.

“Oh g-god” you meet his fingers, grinding and tightening your walls as you chase your orgasm. “S-so good”

“Yeah?” pride is evident in his voice, pushing his fingers knuckle deep inside your pussy. His thumb rubbing your clit in the process.

“J-just like that please I’m gonna cum” you beg

“C’mon princess wet my fingers” you arch your back, Jungkook leaving sloppy kisses on your chest as you release. Feeling your slicks runs down your legs. He helps you gain your balance as your legs shake in pleasure. You watch him bring his fingers in his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you. Licking the remnants of your pleasure.

“Delicious” he gives you a satisfied smirk “Let's get to know each other more, yeah?” squeezing your butt one last time before dragging you across the room.

“Jungkook” He tells you his hand enveloping yours as he leads you out of the crowd to the hallway upstairs. He looks over his shoulder, raising his eyebrow at you expecting you to say your name.

“Doesn’t matter, this is only a one time thing” He nods at your response before continuing to walk,

“What the fuck are you doing?” a hiss from another line calls out, you scratch your ear, jungkook won’t hear him with this distance, you try to catch up to him as the noise from the party fades away, reaching another hallway with guards waiting at the end of a door.

You gulp already calculating your moves and keeping in mind your exit points in case you get busted. You make it to the door, moving closer to Jungkook as the guard attempts to check you.

“No need to search her, she’s with me and your job is done for the night” You quietly let out a sigh of relief, watching the guards eye you up and down before Jungkook’s pulling you inside. You don’t have time to scan the room as he immediately pins you against the floor-to-ceiling window. Your back makes contact with the cold glass, sending shivers down your spine.

He pulls down the top part of your dress fully exposing your chest as the strap of your dress fights for its life to stay on your body. He quickly devours your nipples, giving each a lick before sucking them. He continues his assault on your breasts, nipping at the skin under to leave marks. You moan as you pull his hair in pleasure earning a growl from Jungkook. He leaves sloppy wet kisses about to go down further making your eyes widen.

You cup his jaw with both hands stopping his ministrations. He raises his eyebrow, standing up straight to look at you with concern. You almost got hypnotized goddamn “What’s wrong?”

“Just .. just fuck me” you beg masking your surprise with lust, if he finds your gun down there then it’s all over. You hastily unbutton the black sleeve shirt he has on, throwing it somewhere and gulping at the sight of his abs. He quirks his eyebrows at you, chuckling lightly before nodding, completely oblivious of your plans.

“As you wish” he quickly pulls down his trousers and underwear just enough for his length to be set free, you almost drool with how it slaps his stomach. “Condoms” he mutters to himself. You shake your head the sooner you’ll start, the sooner this will finish.

“I'm on the pill” as if something pushes his button, Jungkook turns your body around your hand laying flat on the window glass for balance.

“Be a good girl, yeah?” His voice sends shivers down your core, you lift your dress, just enough for him to see your behind, but not enough to notice what you are hiding. You’re both horny, he won’t notice.

“Mhmm” setting your panties aside, you both moan in unison as he presses inside your tight cunt slowly, his long and huge girth stretching you in every way possible.

“So tight.” He growls, the lack of condom only adding to both of your pleasure as you feel his veins. You look at him through the glass window, watching his face contorted in pleasure. You look ahead of you, if someone decides to get some air, they would clearly see you and Jungkook from there. Jungkook notices you being distracted smirking like he knows what you’re thinking.

“You like the idea of being watched?” you can only moan, breathing heavily. Only realizing that you have someone listening to what’s happening on the other line. “Fuck you just got tighter” You clench on his dick even more, getting turn on by the moment. Jungkook’s tattooed hand makes its way to your neck, tightening the grip just enough to cut off some of the air from you. The other on your breast to keep you still and pull you closer. You yelp, hand on the back of his head pulling him possibly even closer.

“I-m gonna cum” His thrust becomes rougher, every thrust feels like he is arranging your guts. His balls slapping your ass. He grabs your chin from the side, nibbling your earlobe and giving your lips hard, and deep kisses as you chase your high.

“Fucking hell, princess wet my dick just like that.” your body shakes as you release your 2nd orgasm for the night, meeting Jungkook’s hips to help him chase his own high. He drills inside you, fucking you through your orgasm. He groans, the sound of skin slapping and heaving breathing fills the room. It’s not long before his thrust becomes restless filling you with his warm seeds within seconds. His dick pulsating inside you. He pulls out of you before you hear rustles from behind.

You lean your head on the glass, fixing your straps and taking time to process your thoughts smirking as you hear something breaking. And a gun clicking behind your head.

“Did you break it? Is he gone?” You title your head looking at the broken earpiece before he’s shoving you on the glass window. Pinning both of your hands on your back with one hand. The other holding you at gunpoint.

“Rescue won’t come for you” he growls, you can feel the hatred in his voice, damn he’s so fast you didn’t even notice him pulling his pants up.

“Good” you bite the inside of your cheek maintaining eye contact with him through the glass before crouching down to get your gun fast. Using all your strength to get out of his grip. “Because I won’t need it”

“You do know this is my territory right? Even if you kill me you won’t even last a second before you’re on the ground too.” you point your gun at him, Jungkook standing to his full height, you’d be lying if you say he’s not scary. “Who do you work for?”

“No one”

“Bullshit” you gritted your teeth, taking a deep breath before dropping your gun and putting your hands in the air to surrender. Jungkook looks at you confused before pointing the gun at your head yet again. Making you swallow the lump in your throat.

“Kang, Kang Dae” you say slowly “he sent me to kill you” Jungkook laughs, a genuine laugh as if you told him a very funny joke.

“Isn’t that obvious? That bastard huh my father’s life wasn’t enough?” he says sarcastically “Any last words, princess?” His eyes show no remorse, the concern look before now changed to bitterness.

“I can help you kill him” you propose, this is your plan all along, you assume Jungkook is smart enough to put everything together.

“What makes you think I want to kill him?”

“He killed your father”

“Which I am in favor of, by the way. He’s a bad man, he deserved it.” He shrugs “Tell me more”

“He’s going to kill you one way or another, I can help you kill him first” he tilts his head, lowering his gun thinking about what you said for a moment before pointing it against your temple this time making you suck in a harsh breath.

“You’re gonna have to convince me more than that.”

“He has something of me” You growl but decided to beg you can’t die today “please” you tell him softly he can detect the desperation in your voice.

“How do I know you’re not gonna betray me?”

“You’ll have to trust me” he isn’t pleased with that answer “I won’t be out of your sight, if you find me suspicious you can kill me.” you tell him truthfully, he licks his lips, lowering his gun and tucking it to his waist.

“Help me get what’s mine and I’ll help you kill him.” you add he nods. Watching you straighten your back and gain your composure.

“Who are you?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“It does actually, you seem to know alot about him and vice versa, you must be so special to him that he blackmails you to make you stay.” you didn’t respond to him, peering out windows and checking the parameter before closing the curtains.

“Ahh I know you” you stop in your tracks looking at Jungkook who’s already looking at you with a smirk on his face. Hands on his hips, he still hasn’t put back his shirt on exposing his v lines. “The Knight, that’s you, yes? Unknown name, unknown face, but very known for the works you’ve down for Mr. Kang, didn’t know you’d be a woman though”

“Something wrong with being a woman?”

“None I think it’s great, you’re great I’m a fan of your works” you shake your head of course he would know. You are Kang’s greatest weapon, he has made that clear with every enemy of his. You have taken down all the blockages he has faced, and facing. It was fun at first, the adrenaline of killing bad guys and watching them beg for their lives. But eventually you get tired of being boss around, risking your life, fighting for a fight that’s not even yours to begin with and that makes him angry. You are always in stealth mode, no one has come close to identifying you. Kang planned that from the moment you were born. He was ahead of his enemies, until you make sure he isn’t. He thought taking your brother hostage, the only precious thing your mother has left with you, was a good idea to keep you working for him, well he thought wrong and now he’s gonna pay for it.

“I need to contact him, he needs to know I’m alive and you’re not so he won’t be suspicious.” he nods hesitating at first but eventually agreeing,

“I’ll tell my team to fake my death and announce it through the people of the streets. Make it easier for him to believe you.” you watch him rummage through the cabinet that sits in the corner of the room. He puts on a black shit, his chest prominent, he catches you staring at him, looking away as you clear your throat.

“Thank you”

“Don’t thank me yet”

“Shifting hours would be from 6 in the evening to 6 in the morning, we should be there at 4 they’d be tired and won’t see it coming” you tell the people around the table, a sketch of the mansion spread out on the wooden desk. You left the party with Jungkook, going to a more hidden place where you assume that this might be his home.

“The package will be here, whoever gets there first will protect the package at all costs” Jungkook tells his team sternly, no wonder why he’s the leader, he’s got the potential and that look. Even with his stance alone he looks intimidating. “Get ready, make sure all your equipment is loaded” he nods at the crowd as they disperse outside the meeting room, leaving you and Jungkook alone.

You look up at the ceiling sighing in frustration as anxiety starts to creep in. This needs to work. “You okay?”

“No” you sit on the edge of the table looking at Jungkook who’s standing beside you. You flinch as he grabs both of your wrists, observing it before rubbing an ointment from god knows where. His warm hands calming you.

“I’m sorry about this” you didn’t even notice the marks on your skin until he says so, you pull your hands away, shaking your head as you chuckle lightly,

“It’s fine” he’s so close, you can feel his warm breath on your cheek. You pull the oversized coat closer to you body, it was given to you by Jungkook the moment you left the room, telling you he can’t have his team getting distracted by your body when your face is more than enough already which made you blush of course you didn’t let him see it.

“I’ll let you rest, you can use the room upstairs on the left. No one will bother you there” He walks away from you, not giving you a second glance before you stop him.

“Jungkook” he turns around waiting for you to continuum looking at you with the most gentle expression he has. “The package, it’s my brother, he’s only 4” you look down, biting your bottom lip, preventing yourself from breaking down right there and then.

Jungkook opens his mouth only to close them, not knowing what to say as he watches you fiddle with the coat you have on. You walk towards where his figure is, standing in front of him as you stare at each other.

“If all else fails, you have to save him. It’s him over me” the words feel bitter on your tongue, but it’s the reality you have to live with. It’s either Kang’s body or yours on the ground. You know him too well to even let you live for a second the moment he finds out about your plan.

“You’ll both be okay” he assures, patting your shoulder, you shake your head you need to hear it from him

“Promise me, you’ll protect him”

“I promise, but can you at least tell me your real name?” he asks curiously you chuckle about how to respond but he’s already putting his hands up in defense “I know, i know only a one time thing yeah?”

“Just tell me why he’s doing this to his own children, so I can make him suffer a little more” he gives you a small smile in which you return

“y/n and it’s a long story” it takes him a second to process what you just said, before his grinning from ear to ear, his bunny teeth showing. He looks normal. He stares at the clock on the wall.

“We still have 5 hours” and those 5 hours are filled with you and Jungkook talking about everything you can think of. He also shared his story. Listening to him made you realize you weren’t the only one with the same fate, you both shared some common interests. You tried your best not to spill everything, but for the first time, for some reason, with Jungkook it feels nice to talk and share about your life with.

“You ready?” you nod at Jungkook, watching everyone around you surround the house you grew up in. Making their way inside as quietly as possible with their guns. You can only trust Jungkook and his team that was set to rescue your brother.

“Don’t worry, they’ll make it in time” He assures you, as if he’s able to read your mind. “We have to get to Kang first before, he gets suspicious” you make you way to the hallway, a couple of dead bodies on the ground hidden in the corner of the room, you look at Jungkook once you spot the guards, communicating with your eyes as the two guard walk to your direction, ready to leave their post

You jump on the guard, letting Jungkook take care of another one. You had the man on chokehold, using his body to cling on him to tighten your grip on his neck and squeeze the life out of the man. You hear him grunts, taking out his knife to stab your side. You hiss trying to ignore the pain as adrenaline pulses through your body. You made sure he had no time to scream for help. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, the other man following suit.

You both creep out of the hallway, nodding at each other with pistol in hand before barging into your father’s office. The feeling of hatred and disgust every time you come inside is still the feeling you have now though you can’t ignore the small part of you that’s afraid of what this man can do.

You pause looking at his silhouette, his back turned against you. “Ahh you’re here” he chuckles

You walk closer to him pointing the gun at his head as he turns his chair around slowly, a light cigarette on his hand. His face shows now surprise as if he has been waiting for this moment.

“Great plan by the way. You look just like your father, a shame he’s not here to witness this” He grins tilting his head as he looks at Jungkook behind you. You tighten your grip to your gun, wanting to pull the trigger so badly.

“Had a good night last night? You can thank me for that, she has you wrapped around her fingers no?” he teases, god you wish you could wipe off that smirk on his face right now.

“I told you I was gonna kill didn’t I?” you give him a piercing look, maintaining a good distance from him in case he tries to fight back. There was a flicker of fear in his eyes before it turned back to pride.

“I know I’ll get killed eventually, it was either you or one of my enemies.” he chuckles, puffing out smoke unbothered. “Daughter, I know you you can’t kill me” he challenges

“No, but he can” you rush to his back, pinning his head on the table as you put cuffs behind his back and tie his legs on the chair in which he didn’t flinch. Jungkook is now standing in front of him with a gun pointed at his head.

“Did you really think I didn’t plan this through? The moment he pulls the trigger you know you’ll be the one to take over and my enemies they’re going to come for you” he growls, you can’t help but feel a little weak over his threat because you know it’s the truth. Jungkook looks at your faltering figure tilting his head, motioning you to come over to him and you do so, purposely hiding behind his figure to compose yourself, you can’t show emotions now.

“Goodbye Kang”

“Oh I almost forgot, you might wanna have to check on that brother of yours, he should be drowning by now” He laughs you look at Jungkook with horror he mouths a “go’ before you’re sprinting towards the door

“You like her boy? I bet she’s as delicious as her mothe-”

“You disgusting old piece of shit.” the sound of a gunshot stops you in your tracks looking back at your father’s grin fading as his body goes limp on the floor. A loud thud is heard when his body hits the ground. One last look and your footsteps echo through the empty corridor, making your way to where your brother is supposed to be, passing through dead bodies on the way.

Loud footsteps follow behind you. Your heart beats faster as you come to the scene.

“Ji woo?” you yell brushing off the crowd that has formed. You hear Jungkook shouting make way , his team doing as he says. Your heart drops at the sight of a water tank, it’s not huge but huge enough for a 4 year-old to drown. Eyes frantically looking for a small figure.

“Y/n” you gasp at the voice, eyes stopping at your brother who’s currently in the arms of one of Jungkook’s men. A towel wrapped around his small body.

“We got him out before the water reached his waist” you nod, thanking the man before scooping your brother out of his arms. You enfold him into a hug, his small arms circling around your neck as he sobs.

“It was scary, yes?” he only sobs harder, if your mother was here this wouldn't happen in the first place, she won’t even get to see him grow and fall in love. You feel pity for both of your brother and mother. If only you could have saved them both sooner. “I’m here now it’s okay” you rub his back, hoping it will give him more warmth.

You grunt as his knee bumps your side, Jungkook notices your pain observing your side before reaching his hands out to get Ji woo. “You’re bleeding”

“I’m fine” Jungkook only shakes his head because of your stubbornness.

“If you want to live and stay with him, then let them check that wound.” You sigh in defeat, handing over Ji woo to Jungkook, he was scared at first but Jungkook gives him a genuine smile and a nod of encouragement.

“Can you be my brother forever?” Ji woo asks innocently, his eyes widening in curiosity as he looks at Jungkook who’s carrying him in his hips.

“Of course” they both giggle, Jungkook brushing his nose to his. You walk side by side, going straight to the medics with your wound. It didn’t hurt earlier but now it definitely hurts like a bitch.

“We need to check him too, he might develop hypothermia” you nod reassuring Ji woo that you’ll see him again soon before Jungkook hands him over to the professionals. He stays beside you, biting the inside of his cheek as he stares at the space in front him.

“You okay?”

“H-huh of course” you nod, watching the paramedic tend to your wound, gritting your teeth in pain.

“Just a few stitches, it’s not deep.” you lay down on their bed, Jungkook sitting beside you. You grab on the bed as you receive the local anesthesia to numb your side. It isn’t long before you’re done with your stitches. Now you’re looking at the place that has been your home and nightmare at the same time.

“The bodies have been taken care of, and they’re in the process of cleaning up the blood and such. Your father will be buried too, do you wanna know where?”

“No”

“That’s fine, if you want to continue to live here I can have my team clean out everything, save the things you want to save.” save the things you want to save. There’s none. All the things that belonged to your mother had been burned by Kang, she now only exists in your memory and your brother is the only reminder that she’s been here.

“Just burn the house” You see him looking at you in your peripheral vision, completely taken aback by your statement. You’re going to start over .

“About what he said earlier, if anyone comes for you or if you need help-” you’re thankful for Jungkook, but you can’t afford any more losses. Meeting him in the future will only mean danger for the both of you.

“Thank you Jungkook, but we won’t need it. I will not continue my father’s doing” you tell him honestly, giving him a small smile. For now, you will leave as far away as possible from this place with your brother, it will be hard hiding from the others who want your head but you can worry about that later.

“Will we see each other again?” you feel your heart skips a beat

“A one time thing, remember?” you both laugh wholeheartedly, pausing as you stare at each other.

“Goodbye y/n”

“Goodbye Jungkook”

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skipper19 · 5 months

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Imagine this..

Alpha!Keigo couldn't help the way his heart would leap from his chest every time he saw you, his pregnant mate, waddling around the apartment. He knew you had become insecure after you started growing the chick (as he loved to put it) inside you, but Keigo couldn't help but find you beautiful. Your breast had grown, your bump began showing soon after you found out, and you gave off this scent that made Keigos alpha purr in delight.

Alpha!Keigo had become so protective and possessive after you announced your pregnancy. It wasn't a surprise that he was already this way before you even became mates, but the aspects of the relationship between Dom and sub, alpha and omega, had amplified. He would snarl and growl at anyone who got too close to you and your unborn chick. He always kept a hand around your waist, or curled around your own, when you were out in public. Most of the time, however, he would keep one of his wings subtly wrapped around you as you went along with your day. His presence alone scared anyone away that dares even look at his pregnant omega.

Alpha!Keigo, who is so good at keeping you happy and healthy. He always has snacks prepared for you at his office and at home. Although, after a few months (when the baby bump had knocked against his office desk and sent the poor man into a frenzy after you began whimpering), he banned you from visiting him at work. At one point, he even suggested that you stay home all day and let him go get the groceries or food, but you shot that idea down. You needed to get out sometimes. It wasn't healthy to be cooped up doing nothing all day. He agreed, although grumpily, but only if he was always there to accompany you out in public. Just in case. And don't get me started on his massages. Whenever you would shower or bathe, he would be there rubbing circles into your lower back or shoulders. And then there's the times he would sit you down on the bed or couch and work out the knots and soreness in your feet and calves. You never had to ask. He always knew when it was bothering you. He never once has made fun of you for crying about the small things he does to help you, either.

And don't get me started on Alpha!Keigo, who, after a while of massaging your poor feet, runs his hands up your legs until they find comfort in your panties. You never thought you would love pregnant sex more than normal sex, but now that you were extra sensitive, you just couldn't help the multiple orgasms he could easily draw from you. Keigo wouldn't hesitate to admit how fucking hot he finds you, either. He will sing out endless praises about how beautiful you are and how amazing you smell. What an amazing mate you are for carrying his chick.

Alpha!Keigo, who squeezes and pinches on your sore and heavy breasts. After some time into your pregnancy, Keigo notices the sweet milk he draws from your perked nipples after he squeezes a bit harder and it drives him mad. He has now found a new obsession with your boobs and he is not ashamed about it. Not one bit.

Alpha!Keigo has become more protective and possessive, sure, but he loves to show you off as well. It's obvious that you are his, seeing as you carry his chick, but he also loves to show off the multiple purple and red blotches on your neck after a passionate night together. He loves to flaunt his love for you and how well taken care of you and his chick are. Especially the fact that he isn't scared to appreciate your body now that your pregnant.

Alpha!Keigo is calm and composed when your water breaks. He is sure to grab the hospital bag and gently guide you to the car. Keigo hated the idea of driving you at a time like this. He was positive he wouldn't let anything happen to you if you let him fly you there, but you refused. So Keigo sucked up his own discomfort and scrunched himself up into the vehicle.

Alpha!Keigo stays by your side, glaring and growling ever so often as he stands by your side in the hospital room. He would do well cooing at you and pumping out a comforting scent when you would whine from the pain. But when the doctor came into the room and announced an emergency C-section, Keigos' heart dropped into his stomach. "What do you mean I have to leave?" And "Is something wrong with my mate or chick?" Keigo feels a little better after the doctor informs him that he can stay in the room during the operation.

Alpha!Keigo can not make himself look at the actual procedure. He can only will himself to grip your hand and comfort you. He spreads kisses along your sweaty forhead and cheeks to calm your nerves. He's relieved you're numbed from the waist down, but he wishes he could take away your nerves and anxiety. All of the doubts and concerns wash away when the cries from your baby fill the room. Instead, the scent of relief and happiness floods the room while you begin crying from relief.

Alpha!Keigo can't stop himself from tearing up as he watches the nurses take care of his chick. Keigo watches as the nurse gently sets the bundle of life into your awaiting arms, and he feels those tears escape down his cheeks. You look so beautiful with your bundle cooped up in your arms. He has to stop himself from purring from affection. As your eyes find his, he can feel his heart thunder in his ears, his hands become sweaty, and his stomach begins to churn. He eagerly holds out his shaking arms as you set your baby down in his arms. He lets out a teary laugh as he peers down at his chick and he feels the two weak stubs protruding from the little ones back.

Alpha!Keigo melts as your hands caress his cheeks, wiping his tears and cooing at him. As the nurse takes away the pup to thoroughly be checked, he connects his forhead with yours and lets out labored breaths. Unfathomable love and affection coursed his veins and pumps from his scent glands for his newfound family. He couldn't wait to take you and his chick home, where you both can finally begin the life you've both wanted for so long.

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deonsx · 8 months

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Yandere Crush

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya

Content: hate, obsession, manipulated, slang conversations pm!chuuya, pm!dazai x Reader, angst

Story: You've had one night with the man you love for years but now he's obsessed with you

Dazai Osamu

Dazai Osamu, the head of the Mafia, who uses people, manipulates them and then throws them away but you are addicted to it you like to serve him with everything, is it an obsession?

You're just giving the man you love anything he wants..

But you will never have a real love life with him, he made fun of you, it was just for one night and he didn't even look at you after that night

You shouldn't have... even though you knew what he did to other women, you couldn't help but succumb to his charms There was no going back now, you couldn't be with him the same as before, you rotted in him cruel hands

What happened that night you repressed your memories?

You were at osamu's office that day and you were presenting the documents to him You were nervous enough because of this evening, your friends had arranged a "blind date" for you, of course you didn't like it, but you thought it wouldn't hurt to try

Your eyes were dull, you didn't even look at the man sitting in front of you out of distraction. you were done for today because you gave the documents you were just an assistant

You pushed your feet back from the desk in the office, and didn't forget to say "good day" before heading for the door. Just then, you felt a coldness behind you, before you had time to turn around, a hand touched your shoulder. silence dominated the room

"You seem to have forgotten something" you already memorized the face of the man behind you unresponsive face squinted eyes dark irises. "You're my assistant, you're an item I have" your brows furrowed "the thing you own?" the sound of breathing played in your ears scary..

Your boss knows everything, follows your every step, doubts whether you will betray or not, the eyes know and see you You turned towards him and he quickly pushed you against the wall and his fingers twitched around your throat. You had trouble breathing but you didn't cut your sight "You know me, I don't like to share, I'm selfish"

"B-breath" he grin widened and he flexed his fingers to give you room to breathe. his face got closer to you now you could define your face better Brunette skin tone dry lips Brown hazel eyes and bandages

He approached you and kissed you like he was really hungry, why couldn't you find the strength to resist him? What was stopping you? dreams? Fear?

When you back kissed him, the rope in your hand snapped and you were dragged into an irreversible mistake. you did it to yourself "now tell me" he asked out of breath "who do you belong to?" you didn't answer you didn't want to talk but when he grabbed her hair and pulled it slowly you spoke "Yours..”

Good times greeted you later in the night, you didn't resist him because you wanted him and now you were here listening to him sleep with another woman in front of your office door

You knew this would happen and you chose this pain over just one night of happiness..

Chuuya Nakahara

After a dreamy night last night, you looked at nakahara chuu, your boss, who was lying next to you in bed, were you a one-night stand for him? Most likely yes, he has never had a serious relationship so far, your eyes wandered around the hotel room

You dressed and left the room before Chuuya woke up, you didn't want to feel like a whore, you quickly went to your own house, your eyes were filled with tears, you don't even have a job now, it's always been like this

A few days passed, you were staying at your friend's house, you didn't want to go to your own house, you didn't want him to find you, in fact, you didn't even think he would call you

That evening, at the insistence of your friend, you decided to go to the bar. You put on a red wine-colored dress and finally left the house

"Come on, let's get a little distracted when you're in a bad mood these days!" Your friend spoke to you, "Look at that guy over there, he's looking at you with his eyes"

Your eyes turned to the man your friend was pointing at, you gasped "Chuuya-san.." your steps backed down, You ran out of the bar without letting your friend speak

As soon as you came out, you looked around and quickly walked into an alley, held your breath, "please...don't see me" you spoke in a whisper, "Why are you running, my dear?" When you turned your back, you saw the red-haired man with a grin on his face

"Oh I-" "shhh my beautiful assistant" his hands tangled in your hair, his fingers lingered in the curls of your hair "I couldn't find my woman when I woke up in the morning? why is that?" eyes closed and waiting for an answer

"I-I just didn't want to be a one night stand…” His head tilted slightly, his eyes looked into his eyes, you quickly averted your eyes,"Look into my eyes" you looked at him again

He grabbed your chin "shouldn't I decide that? What dreams of me do you have in that little head of yours?” His eyes narrowed again, an unknown rivalry formed in his eyes and he pulled you from your chin and locked you in his deep kiss

We Are 100! We're actually more than that but it's been a while before I wrote this(like 20 hours), I'm very undecided about whether to do an event or not

Request Are Open

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lovekz · 7 months

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i know you

syn -> taiju knows you a lot more than you thought.

warnings : mentions of period, taiju has no filter, cuddling, taiju is a candy crush fiend

“your period is coming.” taiju says out of the blue.

you look away from your phone to look at the bigger man, who was laying on your chest.

his bronze eyes staring into your own.

“what.” you deadpanned, sounding more rude than you had planned.

taiju has always had a free mind, and a free mouth to follow.

he never held back on his thoughts, and always said what first comes to mind.

it got him into a lot of trouble, giving him more bruises and lost relationships.

he’d only recently won over his siblings, who were spending the week with the two of you.

but a lot of times, taiju isn’t lying or playing around.

he’s dead serious.

“your period is coming.” taiju repeated, resting his chin on your chest.

it grows silent, the two of you just staring at each other.

you try to see if he was joking, or if he was going to let out a little laugh from his throat.

but he doesn't. he looks dead serious.

"are you tracking my period again?" you questioned hesitantly, squinting at him.

taiju shook his head and laid his head on your chest once more, closing his eyes.

“then you don’t know that.” you scoffed, looking back at your phone.

taiju kissed his teeth, looking back at you with a light glare.

“I do.” taiju grumbled, rolling off of you to lay on his back.

you sat up, watching as he opened his phone and began playing some game.

it looked like some knock off of candy crush.

yuzuha must've hid the app from him again to get a few levels higher.

“..why do you say that?” you asked him, stifling your laugh.

taiju looks at you, before placing his phone down and sitting up.

you waited for him to get comfortable with his hands and posture, before he began speaking.

“before it comes, your chest and cheeks break out.” taiju began explaining, running his index finger over the red bumps on your chest.

you look down and notice that there are, in fact bumps in your chest.

you tilt your head, gesturing for him to continue.

he begins to lift your shirt to just under your breast, before pressing his hand to your stomach.

“you’re bloated, and we haven’t had much to eat today.” taiju noted, looking at you.

you rolled your eyes, gently moving his much larger hand off you.

"that doesn't prove anything. acne and bloating is normal." you informed, sitting up beside him.

taiju nods, noticing that you had a point.

he put his finger up, a wide grin growing on his facial features.

"that is unless you're carrying my child." taiju jokes, rubbing your stomach teasingly.

you laugh, slapping his hand away from your stomach and leaning back away from him.

taiju follows after, gruff laughter blessing your ears for the first time this morning.

you two laugh for a while, leaning back on the headboard of your bed.

"one day, not today. and my period won't be here for the next two weeks." you say, glancing at your husband.

you climb out of bed and go downstairs to get a glass of water.

you don't miss taiju's little 'that's what you think' before walking out the room.

-bonus-

taiju was at his restaurant in his office with hakkai, filing out some paperwork.

"i really appreciate you for letting us do a shoot here." hakkai says, kicking his feet up on the coffee table.

taiju nods, signing his name for the umpteenth time.

hakkai had visited one of taiju's main restaurants while trying to find a place to do a photoshoot.

taiju happened to be there and hakkai had come to have light conversation with his brother.

but because of the fall decor, hakkai had asked if he could do the shoot here in a few days.

as his brother, his heart was swooning when he heard his siblings actually liked his restaurant.

so of course he said yes.

now he was sitting at his desk with yuzuha hovering over him and clearing everything up, and hakkai in front of him.

his phone buzzed a certain way, letting him know it was you texting his phone.

he glanced at yuzuha, silently asking if he could pick up his phone.

"go ahead. i need a break anyway." yuzuha stretched, dropping on the couch and tossing her legs over hakkai.

taiju nods and picks up his phone, taking his reading glasses off.

[11:28pm] my wife : wyd

[11:28pm] hu-band !! : signing paperwork , are you ok ?

[11:29pm] my wife : sorry, but can you come get me? i bled through my pants really bad n my menstrual is heavy [11:29pm] my wife : it wasn't supposed to be here this early

taiju frowns at the message, before standing up and grabbing his coat.

"hey i have to go get (), emergency. can one of you go pick up flowers and (f/c)?" taiju asked, grabbing his keys.

hakkai nods, putting his thumb up and tossing his head off the side of the couch.

taiju makes his way over to the car quickly, starting it and putting your location into the gps.

[11:32pm] hu-band !! : i'm on my way . stop crying and don't panic .

[11:33pm] my wife : lol how do you know i'm crying?

taiju chuckles, beginning to drive over to you as quickly as possible.

[11:34pm] hu-band !! : because i know you <3

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyorevengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers taiju #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba #shiba taiju #taiju x reader #shiba siblings #shiba hakkai #hakkai shiba #yuzuha shiba #shiba yuzuha #tokyo revengers yuzuha #tokyo revengers hakkai

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specialagentlokitty · 11 months

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Garica x reader - special

I'm not sure how often I'll allowed to request, but could you do Garcia x reader? Strong minded and gritty reader that only listens to Garcia or if she asks anything of the reader - @fangedreject 💜

Sitting on your desk, you were reading through some of your papers when you felt someone tap your shoulder and you looked up.

“Don’t sit on your desk I’ve told you this.” Hotch sighed.

“My desk, therefore Hotch, my ass may sit wherever it wants.”

He sighed, crossing his arms as he looked at you.

“And it’s not professional.”

“Neither is the fact that I’m wearing a hoodie but here we are boss man, my ass wishes to sit on the desk.”

Hotch just nodded and walked away and you went back to doing what you were doing.

It wasn’t long until you heard someone walking over and you smiled, setting the paper aside.

“Penny.” You smiled.

“You know you’re not supposed to be sat there.” Garcia scolded.

You hummed a little, propping your foot on your chair and you rested your arm on it as you leant forward a little bit.

“Are you telling me to move?” You whispered.

Garica gave you a sweet smile.

“Yes please!”

Putting your foot down, you slid from the desk and put your chair back the way it was supposed to be.

“Thank you my lovely.”

Garica kissed your cheek and you wrapped your arm around her shoulder as you looked at your watch.

“Lunch time, I’m buying let’s go.”

“Oh yay! Can I choose where we go?”

“Of course you can.”

Hotch watched as you and Garica walked away and he turned to everyone else who had just walked into the bullpen.

“How does she do it?” He asked confused.

“Do what?” Rossi asked.

“Get (Y/N) to listen, they don’t listen to anything we say.”

They all looked to where you and Garica had walked and they all shrugged a little bit.

You and Garcia came back, and you set your coffee on the table and turned to look at her, handing her the bag you were holding.

“Your belongings.”

“Thank you (Y/N)!” She chirped.

She kissed your cheek again and started to walking away before she stopped and walked back over.

“Hoodie.”

“Hm, I suppose I can live without it.”

You pulled your hoodie off and handed it over to her and she beamed brightly at you.

“I expect that back Miss Garica, I will be coming for it later.”

“And it’ll be safely stored away in my office!”

With that she walked away again and you sat down, taking a sip from your coffee as you pulled some things over to you.

“Do we have to be sweet to you like that?” Emily asked.

You looked up, kicking your feet up on your desk.

“What?”

“You always do whatever she says. If we kiss your cheek will you do that for us?” Derek smirked.

He walked over and you pointed at him making him stop.

“Try it and I’ll drop you so fast you won’t even know what’s happened or what hear it is Derek Morgan.”

He whistled, raising his hands a little as he took a few steps back away from you.

“What’s the secret, what’s does Garcia have we don’t?” Rossi asked.

The whole team stood around you, and you looked at them idly.

“Maybe it’s something to do with how she’s talks to them?” Reid asked.

“No I’ve tried that, didn’t work and then they took my coffee and drank it all.” JJ said.

You nodded your head as you rested your hands behind your hand.

“Maybe it’s something Garcia does?” Hotch asked.

“Keep guessing, you’ll be there all day. I’ve got a meeting so have fun.”

With that, you grabbed your cup, some files and left them all stood there still trying to figure out how she did it.

Nothing they came up with made any sense, so they decided to go to Garcia and ask her directly how she managed it.

“Why does (Y/N) listen to you?” Emily asked her.

Garcia turned around and looked at everyone stood in the doorway of her office.

“You know I’m not sure, I did once ask but they never told me.”

“Come on babygirl, you can tell us. Please?” Derek grinned.

Garcia shrugged a little.

“Sorry lovely, I really don’t know.”

They kept pestering her, even when she went to get a new drinks they kept asking and she kept telling them she had no idea.

Because she really didn’t.

She had absolutely no idea why you listened to her and not them, why you were so different with her but not them.

“Guys please, I really don’t know.”

You walked into the kitchen and set your files on the table and walked over, taking over making her drink as you grabbed a clean cup to make your own.

“Can you make us a drink?” Rossi asked.

“You’ve got arms make your own.”

You handed Garcia her cup and picked up your own, tapping her forehead with your finger as you grabbed your files.

“There you go angel.”

You turned to the rest of the team and narrowed your eyes at them all.

“Stop pestering her. First and only warning.”

With that you walked away again.

“I don’t get it!” Emily huffed.

They all laughed at her and turned to watch you sit down at your desk and kick your feet up again as you grabbed your phone.

You were a great agent, you were good at what you did, but you really were a mystery to them all and they couldn’t figure you out but they still trusted you with their lives because they know you had their backs.

But they needed to know why Garcia was so special

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #Penelope Garica #Penelope Garcia x reader #Penelope Garcia x you #Penelope Garcia imagine

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joelswritingmistress · 4 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 7

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

I would never be able to walk into Dr. Miller’s classroom and look at anything the same way again. When Tuesday finally rolled around after a weekend of reliving the most invigorating sexual experience of my life, I couldn't help but walk sheepishly in through the door.

Before I crossed the threshold of the lecture hall I could almost hear my professor’s primal groans that had echoed off the walls of his office the week before - a result of his intense climax as I ‘returned the favor’.

I would have been more anxious and unsure if he hadn't slipped a piece of paper with his cell phone number on it between my cleavage upon our walk to our respective cars that evening. That - and the fact that we had exchanged an overabundance of racy text messages back and forth. The very thought made me blush.

Trevor was up at Dr. Miller's desk when I rounded into the room and I almost snickered from the subtle, annoyed look on his face as he humored his over-enthusiastic student. When his eyes met mine I knew my eyebrows raised and felt a new rush of red form on my cheeks.

He's wearing glasses. Fuck, I was a hot mess.

“We’ll discuss it Trevor,” I heard him say amongst the background chatter in the room, shooing him away like a fly in the most delicate of ways.

Our eyes locked again as Trevor vacated the area at the head of the room and Dr. Miller sat back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head. The smallest smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth and I smiled to myself as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

That position - his feet widened, the same brown dress shoes, hands behind his head, eyes on mine. Fuck, he was in the same exact posture as he had been in the other night in his office chair. It made my body twitch with satisfaction as I took my seat.

I wanted to focus on the subject matter. I wanted to engage in conversation. I wanted to learn more about the topic Dr. Miller had sent home in the reading the previous week. I simply couldn't concentrate.

I was thankful that he didn't call on me to answer a question. He must've known I wasn't paying attention the way I ordinarily did. My hormones were in overdrive and my typical sound mind was a ticking time bomb of lust.

“Aren't all killers.. bad?” A voice from the crowd asked.

My attention was pulled back to the discussion at hand. The girl on campus. I hadn't even thought about it since the fantasies of my own little world had manifested Thursday night.

Dr. Miller slid back to sit on the edge of his desk and moved his arms out to the sides. “I don't know. What do you think?”

“Well.. yeah.” I spotted the voice coming from a male in a blue baseball hat near the front left side of the room.

“Well,” Dr. Miller went on, “Let's define ‘killer’ first. Is it anyone who has killed another human being - a soldier, someone who has acted in self defense, a drunk driving accident, the man who put the lethal injection into Ted Bundy’s arm.”

A silence fell over the classroom and I began to ponder the question. When I raised my hand Dr. Miller's dimples highlighted a wide, genuine smile. He ran a hand across his trim, salt-and-pepper beard.

“Ms. (Y/LN),” he addressed me and folded his arms across his chest. “What do you think?”

Most of the students had turned their attention on me and so I cleared my throat. “I would say if it was part of a job, like a soldier or the person who is responsible for lethal injections, that it wouldn't make the person a killer per se, or evil in any way.”

“And why do you say that?” Dr. Miller removed his glasses and slipped the end into his mouth. It distracted me for a half-a-second though I quickly went on.

“Well.. I mean.. in some way they're protecting us. They aren't choosing to kill for pleasure, or targeting innocent people. It's not a crime of passion or revenge or pure insanity; or even because the person is a psychopath.”

“So, you would say in this sense killing is.. acceptable?”

I gave a little shrug. “I guess I would.. yeah.”

“They're getting rid of the scum,” the student with the blue hat added.

“Well, what if they got it wrong,” a blonde-haired woman with glasses shouted down from the back. “What if Ted Bundy was innocent and-”

“Ted Bundy wasn't innocent,” blue hat cut her off.

“I meant someone like him,” she shot back in a slightly annoyed tone, “Let's say in theory Ted Bundy never killed anyone. What would you say about the lethal injector now?”

Dr. Miller gave a hearty laugh from the front and nodded in approval as he hopped down off the desk and set his glasses down on top of it. “Now this.. this is what I love. Debates.. critical thinking.. digging a little deeper.”

“I think it all has to do with the reason behind the action,” another student chimed in.

“Yeah but we can't just go around killing people who did terrible things like.. The Purge or something,” the blonde added again.

“How about this?” Dr. Miller took a piece of paper he had on the corner of his desk and crumbled it into a ball. “I had a whole different assignment planned for this week but I like where this is going. I'll send this in an email to everyone more formally, but I'd like you to write up a short paper on your opinion on the questions presented. What defines a killer? Are all people that take a life.. bad?”

“Do we need sources?” The blond shouted down.

“I'll send out a formal email with the requirements by tomorrow at noon and I'll extend the due date to Friday.” He added, “Though I would like to further this discussion so if you have it done by Thursday's class I'll give some extra credit.”

On that note, the class concluded.

“Trevor, (Y/N),” Dr. Miller called the two of us to his desk as the rest of the class began to exit the room. We both smiled for different reasons.

Maybe a repeat of the other night? I secretly hoped.

Dr. Miller rounded his desk and placed his hands flat on top of it as we both approached.

“I'm glad you attended the office hours Thursday night,” he said, glancing at Trevor first and then holding my gaze for just a second or two longer. “It made for a great discussion today and a new assignment I haven't done with my classes before.”

I took a deep breath and smiled.

“That's all,” he added with a grin, “Just.. keep up the good work.” His eyes shifted toward the door when the last person filtered out and then back to the two of us.

“Thank you, Dr. Miller.” Trevor’s nasally voice was far more tolerable.

“Thank you,” I echoed.

“Alright,” he looked to Trevor, “You can go. I know everyone has a job to get to tomorrow. Go home. Sleep on it. We’ll talk in a few days.”

Much to my surprise Trevor looked at me and smiled, “Good job.”

“Thanks Trevor.” I smiled cordially and watched as he skipped happily away without a thought of whether I was the last one in the classroom or not.

Dr. Miller reached for his glasses and placed them back on. He folded his arms across his chest again and nodded at me with a sense of approval. “You should speak up more, ya know. You could generate some damn good discussions in here.”

“I know. I should, I just-”

“Have some confidence. You've got a lot going for you.”

“Thanks.” I smiled softer now. There was always something about direct compliments that made me uncomfortable.

Yet his hand down your pants didn't make you uncomfortable..

I had to accept that this thing, whatever it was, would never completely make sense. I wasn't making sense. But I was, ultimately, okay with that.

“What're you doing now?” Dr. Miller asked. He ran a hand through his hair. It was short, though it began creeping over the tops of his ears. It suited him.

“I, uh..” my eyes shifted toward the open door and then back to him. “I don't know.”

He gave a laugh, apparently already knowing what I had in mind. “Lots of people are still hanging around the building tonight.” Dr. Miller quickly squashed my idea of an encore though reached into his pocket for his car keys, “You up to go for a ride?”

Of course I was up to go for a ride. When I smiled he scrunched his nose and chuckled. Despite the subtle grays in his hair and some crows feet by his eyes, there was something very boyish in his features. It wasn't often when someone could pull off such an intense sex appeal while being equally adorable. It was all part of Dr. Miller's charm.

“Come on.” He nodded, “I'm going to use the stairs. Go up the elevator, pull your hood up and meet me at my car.”

The sneaky nature of our borderline devious behavior added to my addiction; to my infatuation with my professor and every taboo act we committed together. I agreed without hesitation and felt, again, like I was flying so high as I entered the vacant elevator.

I couldn't wait. Even though it would only be a minute or two before I saw Dr. Miller again I couldn't wait until I was beside him in his passenger seat without a care in the world for where we would end up.

We could have driven five minutes or five hours. I wouldn't have questioned it. There was nowhere else I would rather be.

The cold nipped at my cheeks as I exited the building but it was a welcomed contrast to the heat that had made a permanent home on my face. I exhaled a puff of white air and eyed the lot, immediately spotting the Mercedes amongst the thinned out crowd of vehicles.

Dr. Miller was waiting there already. He stood beside the car and must've hit a starter on his key ring because the car suddenly roared to life as I approached.

I was waiting for some, ‘come with me if you want to live’ line but he simply smiled and ducked into the driver’s side and so I followed his lead and joined him inside.

“Hungry?” He asked.

“Very.” I smiled. And thirsty.

“There's a good, little place up near Woodstock. Might not be a bad idea to get a little distance from this place.”

Woodstock was at least a forty minute drive. I knew those forty minutes would fly by, and it sounded like a little slice of heaven to be stuck in a car with Dr. Miller for that length of time.. and then back.

“I'm up for the drive if you are.”

He knew I would say yes. Being with Dr. Miller felt free and easy while contradictory, nerve-wracking and tense. I wasn't sure where on the scope of inappropriate our relationship fell but there was a part of me that knew it shouldn't have been happening. Acknowledging that certainly wasn't a deterrent. It was the exact opposite actually.

“So, what are your thoughts on the topic in class?” He asked. “Should everyone who has ever taken a life be branded with the same term?”

I was surprised when our talk began with what was happening within the educational setting, though it pleased me. Dr. Miller was honestly interested in what I had to say. It gave me.. hope.

“No,” I said, shaking my head as he glanced over for a brief second while he drove. “I think sometimes people are forced to act.. like in the self defense example. For others, they do it to protect the rest of us.”

“Like someone in the military.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “Or even the people in charge of those lethal injections.”

Dr. Miller glanced over at me again, staring as long as he could manage safely before looking back out the windshield. “Why don't you elaborate on that?”

“Well.. someone has to do that job. I'm assuming those that do have some kind of thick skin and can handle it. Maybe that makes them just a bit..” I searched for the right word in my head, “..darker than your average Joe but I feel like they have to believe they're doing a good deed by eliminating some truly awful people from the world.. ya know?”

Dr. Miller was tense again. I almost thought something I said might have angered him from the way his hand tightened against the wheel. It was so much so that a squeak edged out from beneath his palm against the leather.

“I'm sorry. I mean.. maybe not.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“You obviously feel differently.”

“I don't,” he stole another quick glance and let out a relieved laugh. “And even if I did you should never apologize for voicing your opinion.”

“Okay.”

“And.. I'm glad you finally put your social media on private,” he added, smirking when I whipped my head in his direction. “I almost wish I hadn't advised you of that.. for my own selfish reasons.”

I laughed lightly now. I loved knowing he thought of me in his private time. The details of how or why didn't matter to me in the least. I was on his mind - at least to some degree.

“What was the original assignment going to be?” I asked him. “The one you crumpled up.”

“Just some generic paper on the topic. This seemed a lot more interesting to me.” He added, “I'm eager to see what you come up with.”

Dr. Miller’s approval was something I craved. For only knowing the man for a short period of time it shouldn't have been like that - at least not to the extent I felt it.

In the bouts of silence in between our conversations I snuck glances at him as he drove. I had been told over the years that I had a knack for reading people. It was mainly something I did quietly and, most of the time, without judgment. There was something there inside Dr. Miller that made my brain ache for discovery.

The man appeared as cool and calm as he did tense, at times. It didn't make sense. I knew it wasn't just some type of forbidden attraction toward me - though I would have been perfectly okay with that. He could have pulled the car over and taken me right there in the passenger seat and both of us knew I would have happily obliged. There was something else; something bigger.

I toyed with the idea of calling him out on it, not in a disrespectful way; but a part of me wanted to take him off-guard again like I had in the bar the week before. At the same time, I didn't want to say the wrong thing and shatter the night into a thousand pieces for me to pick up. For that reason, I played it safe and kept the tone light - for now.

“Ever been up to the Catskills?” Dr. Miller asked as he took an exit that led down a wooded back road.

“I went skiing a few times up this way,” I told him with a nod, and then added, “Never been to Woodstock, though.”

“Too bad it's dark,” he said, glancing over at me as his blinker led us down another dark road, “There’s a nice view of the mountains down this way.”

“Have to come back during the day some time.”

“In the fall it's even better.”

The way the two of us conversed felt oddly normal. While my blossoming crush on him left me feeling a bit overwhelmed at times, the communication between the two of us flowed naturally. There wasn't anything that felt forced.

Finally, beyond the arboraceous route that we’d been on since exiting the highway, a quaint downtown street emerged, seemingly out of nowhere. Beyond it I could see the outline of the mountains Dr. Miller was speaking of.

The Mercedes eased into a parking spot on the side of the road where a collection of other vehicles were parked. He turned and looked at me for a second and then motioned to a little restaurant on the corner.

“You know the old saying, ‘you could at least take me to dinner first'?”

I chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah.”

“Well, I'm sorry about doing this backwards.” He smiled and it made me feel content - like something more than just sex was on his mind. I hoped that was the case, because I was already set on jumping in with both feet.

The interior of the place had a warm feel to it. A fire burned in the back corner and gave off a pleasant, cozy aroma immediately as we entered. The wait staff was eager to tend to the two of us and, much to my liking, sat us at a little table not far from the fireplace.

“I can see why you wanted to make the drive up here,” I said to him, taking in the surroundings.

“I live out this way,” Dr. Miller confessed. “About fifteen minutes in the direction back toward Woodbridge.” He glanced up and thanked the waitress as she brought our menus, while offering us a moment to look them over.

“So what is it about a half-an-hour ride to work for you?” I asked, trying to sound casual though the thought of possibly going back to his house made my thoughts spin in circles for a moment.

“More or less.”

I cleared my throat and glanced at the menu, taking a deeper breath than I must have realized because Dr. Miller smirked to himself and his eyes fleetingly landed on mine.

When the waitress returned I ordered the stuffed chicken with roasted potatoes and a glass of red wine. Dr. Miller requested a surf and turf meal, along with three fingers of bourbon. And then his attention was fully on me.

“What are you looking for from this?” He asked point blank, folding his hands.

Shit. The question had caught me off-guard and now I was the one who was disarmed. I knew exactly what I wanted; but I wasn't at all prepared to lay it all on the table. I didn't know what to say.

“I, uh.. I don't know,” I said to him. “I don't even know what this is.” The second part was true. The first part - not so much.

“Well I'm an open book,” Dr. Miller went on, “Talk to me. Tell me what you want.”

I opened my mouth and then shut it again before biting down on my lip as I began to think of a way to word what I was truly feeling. When I failed to respond he spoke again.

“How about if we start with a different question,” he suggested.

Yes.. please. “Okay,” I agreed with a nod, thankful for the opportunity to go in another direction.

“Would you be jealous.. or hurt.. if you thought I was fucking someone else?”

Had my chin just hit the floor? Because I couldn't control the reaction I felt forming on my face. This question wasn't any more subtle.

He's not a subtle man, I reminded myself.

“Would I be..” I began and he finished the sentence that trailed off in my mouth.

“..jealous if you saw me here with someone else.” He toned down the vulgarity in his rephrase of the same question.

“Yes,” I responded honestly. It triggered what felt like a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Were you okay with what happened the other night?”

“Yes.” That one was easier.

“Good,” Dr. Miller replied. His eyes lifted as our drinks were set down in front of us and he reached for his glass. “Now.. I just need to know what you're looking for.”

“What does that mean?” I couldn't even sip my drink though I watched as his lips connected with the short, whiskey glass.

“I think we have a connection,” he told me, keeping the drink between his hands now. Dr. Miller swirled the glass and glanced down at the liquid as he did. “And it makes me want to get to know you a whole lot better.” His eyes burned into mine now, “You have something that I want.”

I swallowed extra hard and looked at him, shaking my head. “What do you mean?” Did he mean sexually? Emotionally? Did he think I stole his family’s fortune? It was such a vague, obscure statement.

“I want you,” he said now.

In the midst of the honesty that he was bestowing upon me, however confusing, I blurted out my truth. “I want to be with you. I want to try having a relationship. Not just.. something casual.”

It was me who was hiding behind my wine glass now. There. I had said it. Is that what Dr. Miller wanted too? Could I even be with a man who I couldn't even address by his first name?

The lie detector in him was out in full force. I could tell. His eyes shifted to every part of me he could see as if he was, quite literally, reading me like a book.

“Why?” He asked me.

“Because I feel it too,” I told him. “The connection. I felt it the first time we spoke that time after class. I felt it at The Library. I feel it now.”

Dr. Miller's hand abruptly reached out and latched onto my wrist with a force that made me jump. He pulled his hand back immediately and then looked at me in a way that made me shudder. It was almost as if the man I had just been speaking with was replaced by a dark replica.

“I'm sorry,” he sighed and sipped his drink before composing himself enough to address me again. His first question had me confused.. again. “How many sick days have you accrued this year?”

“Huh?”

“Sick days.” His voice was slightly impatient now.

“I, uh.. I don't know. I took one day in the fall when I didn't feel good-”

“Whatever app or website your school system uses, take a sick day.”

“I, uh.. what?” I was fumbling on my words. I knew Dr. Miller was becoming frustrated but his delivery wasn't at all making sense. I was trying to read between the lines, or connect the dots, but I felt like I was lost in a puzzle.

The tables had turned. I noticed a shake in his hand as he lifted the bourbon glass to his lips. Only I knew it wasn't nerves. He was angry.. or so I thought.

“I'm sorry,” I said immediately. “I don't know what you want me to do.”

He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I want you to take a sick day tomorrow.” He added, “If you don't mind.”

“Okay.” I blindly agreed. His demand had purpose. I was sure of that. I even had a haunch as to why he had hit me with such an adamant request - one that was lined with emotion and angst from the inside out.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized now, “I'm not trying to control you.”

“Yes you are,” I shot back immediately, prompting his eyes to lift and meet mine with a hint of surprise. “And I'm okay with that.”

When Dr. Miller's hand grabbed mine this time I didn't jump. His grip was just a little too tight, his eyes a little too.. savage. Still, I felt this unmatchable attraction as he looked at me in a way that I imagined the Big Bad Wolf might look at Little Red Riding Hood. There was a part of me that felt afraid, though at that moment I knew the intensity of his feelings matched mine.

I had sought him out in our days apart. I had driven around town in search of his car. I had entered his name in every search engine I could think of. I had looked at the handwritten phone number he had so lewdly slipped in my bra the night after our on-campus rendezvous. I was just as crazy as he was.

“Call out sick,” he demanded more adamantly now. “Take out your phone and send it in to your school.”

I did as he demanded. I put in for my second sick day that year and I could only imagine the punishing prize that was in store for me for obeying such a request.

When I clicked on the ‘submit’ button my eyes lifted to meet his. “Done.” I knew why, but I wanted to hear it from his lips. “Can you tell me why you wanted me to do that so badly?”

“Because..” His nostrils flared. His jaw clenched. His hand tightened around the glass of bourbon. “We’re going back to my house tonight.”

Dr. Miller wasn't asking for permission. He was giving me an order. The second order of what I hoped was a laundry list of more. I didn't care if it was twisted or weird or wrong. I didn't care what anyone in the world might think if they knew. All I cared about, right then, was that he wanted me in the same animalistic way that I wanted him. We were on the same page in the same book.. and I couldn't wait to get to the next chapter.

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🎃Kinktober Day 29🎃

Day Prompt: Boot worship/Mind Control/Medical Play (Didn't like any of them so Day 9 prompt idea)

Word Count: 682

Warnings: +18 (MDNI), sexual content, oral sex ( F and M receiving), shit writing, and very lewd descriptions because I am, indeed, a pervert.

A/N: This was written in ten minutes, not sure whether I'm proud or not. Also, I love this man. Theseus, my beloved.

Theseus Scamander x F!Reader

It had been a very long month, neither you nor Theseus had expected the case to turn so complicated. The whole Ministry was in shambles as they struggled to capture a group of Dark Wizards who were connected with Grindelwald’s group. But they, unlike the boss man, were upfront about what their message was: kill Muggles and Muggleborns as well as anyone who interfered with their goals.

And as work took over every single moment of your life, you and Theseus hadn’t had the opportunity to even spend time at home. Neither one together at the same time, the bed always half cold. But when the time had come, both of you had taken it to share quick kisses with mumbles of ‘I love you’. But as you both intended to go back to work, neither had been able to let go.

Thus the current problem lies. Your office door was locked, still unsure if you had put a silencing charm or not, but it was too late to truly care as both you and Theseus were naked, he laid on the desk, feet on the chair to keep his legs high, you were biting your lip as you rode his face. His hands gripped your hips as he tried to keep you steady while his tongue licked at you like a starved man. And Theseus reckoned he was, a month without having your taste on his tongue had made him close his eyes when he was alone trying to recall the way you tasted and sounded. And now here he was getting to experience it all over again, and he was going to make it a hell of a good time. You were gasping, trying to keep your moans to an acceptable tone. Enough for him to hear but for everyone else to remain clueless unless they pressed their ears to the door.

“I’m going to cum,” you moaned, hands grabbing at your tits as you twitched. Your thighs squeezed Theseus’ head without care as you drowned him with your cum. But Theseus was moaning against you as his tongue licked you and fucked your hole. When it got too much, you clawed at his firm stomach.

He let go with a kiss to your cunt. You moved away, and in a blink of an eye, you had moved around to find yourself in the position he had been in. But your head hung from the corner of the desk, Theseus cock fucking your mouth until he finally gave you what you wanted: his cum down your throat.

Theseus was straining his neck as he looked down at you, head held where he wanted it, your throat exposed to him. And as he watched his long cock disappear between your lips, he could see his cock filling your throat, the outline of his cock making an obscene bulge. He’d been fucking your mouth with slow thrusts, staring at how good you were controlling your gag reflex in order to take him all the way, until his balls were against your tear-stained face, saliva running down the side of your mouth.

“Fuck, love, I wish you could see how hot this is,” he moaned, whining when he felt your throat tightening at an attempted swallowing motion from you. You moaned. “Good fucking girl, taking my cock beautifully.”

You moaned louder at the praise, and your fingers couldn’t resist anymore so they found your wet folds. Without many preambles, three of your fingers filled you up as best as they could, and with experienced motions, you fucked yourself.

“Oh fucking h-” he stopped himself as one final thrust had him burying his dick to the hilt, your face flushed against his spasming balls and cock. Your fingers stopped as you concentrated on not choking as Theseus spurted ropes of cum into you like you were made for it.

By the time meetings began to take place again, no one dared to address the fact that the Head of the Department was nowhere to be found or that his girlfriend was also missing.

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justmeinadaze · 1 year

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Good Neighbors Part 12 (Steddie X Reader)

A/N: I have one more chapter of this guys *cries*. I'm going to miss them when the time comes!

Warnings: Steddie smut and all that that implies (I regret nothing), Cameo from Wayne being a cute grandpa and the elder Harringtons being assholes. Lots of fluff. Like ALL the fluff lol

Word count: 3012

“Wow. This place is beautiful.” You fling yourself excitedly from the dining room of the home you four were looking at into the kitchen.

“Mom! The rooms upstairs are big!”, Dylan’s feet stomp as he runs down the stairs.

“Kid! Chill out. We don’t live here yet.”, Eddie giggles as he follows after him.

“It’s right within your budget and down the street from this guy’s school.”, the realtor smiles at your son.

“What do you guys think?”

“I like it. It’s closer to Robin to so I can sleep in longer before picking her ass up.”, Steve grins at the notion.

“Oh, you know me, babe. I come from a trailer so this is like a palace to me.”

“Wonderful.” The realtor slams his briefcase on the desk and pulls out some paperwork. “Go ahead and fill these out. I can get that process started immediately. He points to sections on the documents, explaining things as you. “Now you and your husband will put your banking info and work information here—”, he gestures to you and Eddie.

“Oh, um, I’m not her husband technically. Is that a problem?”

“No! Not at all.” He glances at Steve who shakes his head. “Ok, so then you’ll just put single for everyone and I’m going to need some more information for the three of you. I’m sorry for assuming. You said ‘babe’ and I just—”

“It’s ok. I’d like to marry her one day.”, Eddie leans over kisses your cheek.

“Ew!” Dylan pretends to gag.

“Hey! You calm down over there.” The metalhead kicks his foot in his direction making Dylan laugh.

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“Hey Eddie.”, Wayne greets you guys from his place on the steps outside of his trailer. “And friends.”

“You smoke like Eddie!”, Dylan points at the man in front of him.

“Oh my god. He used to have manners.” You look at him apologetically as Wayne chuckles.

“Oh, don’t even worry about it, Y/N. That’s nothing compared to how this one was. Well, come on in. Where’s Steven?”

“He had to work but we were in the neighborhood looking at a house and I thought we could come by so you can finally meet this weird kid.” Eddie gestures at Dylan who responds by sticking out his tongue.

“That’s thrilling. It will be nice to have a bigger place, I bet.”

The four of you spent the rest of the afternoon together. Wayne was wonderful with Dylan. You could see when they interacted that he was happy to be around a kid again. After lunch, he took your son outside to show him the land and the car he was trying to tune up. You grinned as you watched Eddie’s uncle point to things under the hood and explain to Dylan what they were.

After coming back inside to use the restroom, you found yourself distracted by Eddie’s room. You had been in here once before but because you were taking care of him you didn’t really get to look around. You ran your fingers over the posters on the wall, beaming at the doodles scrawled in random places. There were notebooks on the dresser and you grabbed one before lying down on his bed. God, it still smelled like him.

“Get lost, Princess?”

“In your past, yeah.”

Eddie grins as he crawls into the bed, lying on his back beside you. You pointed at the writing in his journal.

“Was this for you Dungeons and Dragons thing?”

“Yes, ma’am. One of the campaigns we did.” He watches your face as your eyes scan over the material.

“This is really cool. I don’t understand why people would make fun of you for it. The fact that most of this came from your mind? Wow.”

When you turned your head to meet his gaze, you were met with his lips. “I wish we had known you in high school.”

You grin at him as you close the distance again, kissing him slow at first before it steadily grew more heated. Eddie quickly lifted his head, glancing out the window to make sure Dylan and Wayne were still preoccupied.

“We’ll have to be quiet.”, he whispers as he presses his mouth to yours. Reaching down, you fumble with his belt buckle before unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down just enough to free his cock from his boxers.

Eddie spits in his hand as your hips rise off the bed so you can push down your shorts. He pumps his length a few times before position himself outside your entrance. Your head lifts up slightly as you watch him guide his dick inside of you. You both groan as his head falls between your shoulder and neck.

He’s quick and precise with his movements, knowing you both only have a short window of time.

“Fuck, Eddie, baby. Just like that.” You murmur into the fluff of his hair as your hands tug at his shirt. His mouth attaches to your throat as he tries to muffle the grunts that escape. One particularly hard thrust hit your g-spot just right making you cry out causing Eddie’s hand to fly up and cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Princess.” He chuckles as he bites his bottom lip. “You feel so fucking good, Y/N. Can you cum for me?”

With his palm still blocking your lips, you reached up pushing two of your fingers into his mouth that he eagerly sucks on, coating with his saliva. Bringing those digits between your legs, you rapidly began rubbing fast circles into your clit as Eddie thrusts into you faster to match your pace.

As soon as he felt your pussy fluttering around him, he removed his hand replacing it with his lips as he swallowed and stifled every one of your whimpers as you came around him. He didn’t stop kissing you till his rhythm become sloppier and you felt him cum inside of you.

Eddie gently pulls out before rolling on to his back and gasping for air. He takes your hand in his and bring it to his lips placing a tender kiss on the back of it.

“I love you, Sweetheart.”

“Mom! Mom! Come check this out!”, Dylan calls for you outside.

While you’re pulling up your shorts you lean over and kiss Eddie’s soft, beautiful lips. “I love you to.”

You smile at Wayne as you pass him, heading towards the hood of the car your son is leaning over while Eddie sits on the front steps with his uncle who offers him a cigarette.

“I like them.” Wayne lights the cigarette before passing his lighter to his nephew. “Kid has picked up a lot from you it seems.”

“Oof. Hopefully not too much.”

His uncle glances over at him for a moment before focusing on the sight in front of him. “Eddie, you aren’t your dad and no matter what you think or feel you will never be him. You would never hurt that kid and that woman there would never allow it. She’s not your mother.”

Eddie’s eyes remained on you two but Wayne knew he was listening.

“He called himself my son a couple of weeks ago.”

“And how did that make you feel?”

The metalhead smiled before taking another drag of his cigarette. “Proud.” When Eddie finally turned his head, he saw his uncle grinning. “Wayne, I never thanked you. For taking me in.”

Wayne’s grin grew as he tossed the butt of his cigarette into the yard.

“You never needed to, kid,”

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Steve knocked on the door to his parent’s house before slowly opening it and guiding you two inside.

“Steve, honey, are you sure you want to do this?”, you whisper to him as you wrap your arm around his waist.

“Yeah. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. My mom wanted to meet ‘the kid I’ve been seen with’ and my dad is at work so it shouldn’t be too chaotic.”

“Steven!” A beautiful brunette woman meets him halfway in the living room and quickly envelopes him in her arms.

“Hey mom.”, he grins down at her. “This is Y/N and this little man here is Dylan.”

Unlike with Eddie’s uncle something about Steve’s mom made your son nervous as he remained hidden behind your leg. The man beside you immediately notices and bends down to take the boy in his strong, protective arms. “It’s ok, dude. This is my mom. She’s nice.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I can come on a bit strong! Hi there.”

Dylan politely smiles as he gives her a small hello. His mother reaches out to shake your hand and you grin politely as well. She leads you all to a dining room table where lunch has been premade and set out. Your son jumps on one of the chairs and reaches for a sandwich.

The atmosphere remained awkward as small talk was made. Steve had never really told you anything bad about his mom but you knew enough about her to be hesitant. If you had been her you never would have allowed Steve to grow up in the environment he had feeling unloved and underappreciated.

“So Y/N, you were married previously?”

Her question shoved you out of your thoughts. “Yes ma’am I was.”

“May I ask what happened?”

“Hey Dylan. My old room is down the hall there. Why don’t you take my phone and go watch something.”, Steve hands him his device before watching him disappear down the hallway.

“Mom, that was rude.”

“What? I’m just curious!”

“It’s ok, Steve.” You reach under the table to take his hand in yours. “He was having an affair.”

“Pfft, I know how that goes.” You and Steve stare at her as she takes a sip of wine from her glass. “My husband tries to hide it but as you figured out they aren’t really good at it.”

“Can we not do this right now?”, Steve begs. As if on cue, the front door opens loudly causing his eyes to squeeze shut. “Shit.”

“Well, this is a nice surprise.”, Mr. Harrington throws his suitcase on the couch before entering the dining room.

“Speak of the devil.”, his mom raises her glass in his direction. “How was work, honey?”

“Good. Good. Exhausting.”

“I bet.”, she spits.

“Should I go get Dylan?”, you whisper to Steve and he gently nods before reassuringly squeezing your fingers.

You politely smile as you pass his father and powerwalk to find your son.

“So, Steven… still playing the family man I see.”

“I’m not ‘playing’, Dad.” Steve rises from his chair to face his father. “Y/N and I have been together for almost a year. I love her and I love that kid.”

“Yeah, well, you can’t pay the bills with love. I heard you’re looking into getting a new house. That’s exciting. Can Family Video cover a mortgage? What about things children need to survive, Steven? Do you even know what a kid needs?”

“Do you!?”, Steve snaps. “I may not know everything but at least I know not to abandon him to fend for himself while I go off to work conventions and parties fucking anything with legs.”

His father straightened up, challenging his son with his frame. “You better watch who you’re talking to, Steven. There may a come a time, and knowing you there will be one, when you need some financial support and I won’t be there to bail you out.”

“Dylan, wait!” Your son flew into the room and pushed himself between the two men. He looked up at Mr. Harrington with angry eyes.

“Don’t talk to him that way! Steve is my dad and you should be nice!”

His father looked down at Dylan in complete bewilderment. Steve collected him in his arms and the boy promptly wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Do whatever you want, Dad but no matter what this is my family.” He reaches for your hand which you eagerly take and head out the front door.

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“Hey, you good, little man?”, Steve asks Dylan as they enter your apartment.

“I’m ok. Are you? When my daddy was mean to me it always made me feel bad.”

“I’m ok. Thank you for sticking up for me.” You son smiles up him before running to turn on the tv.

“Hey, weirdo. I’m going to take Steve in my room so we can talk for a bit. Try not to burn the place down.”

He scrunches his tiny face at you and you do the same back. Grabbing Steve’s hand, you lead him into your room. As soon as you turn to face him, his lips are on yours. He walks you back towards your bathroom, quickly shutting the door and pushing you against it.

His mouth sucks and bites at your neck as his fingers pull at your jeans, roughly tugging them down. As soon as you step out of them, he lifts you by your thighs on to the counter. Steve holds your legs open as he sinks to the floor, pressing his face into your cunt.

You moan as his tongue invades your entrance. “Steve, please.”

He licks up your folds, pausing to wrap his mouth around your clit making your squirm. You watch him multitask as his hands reach down to pull off belt and push down his pants.

“Steve, please.”, you beg again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

He rises back up to his feet, pumping his cock with the precum that was leaking out before pushing himself inside of your needy pussy. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered.

“Are you ok?”, he panted as he carefully pushed himself further into you. “You’re… really fucking tight.” His head falls on to yours as he leans in to place a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah, I’m ok. Just go slow at first.”

“Anything for you, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Steve,” you giggle. “It’s fine. You two are just wearing this old lady out.”

A mix between a chuckle and moan escape his mouth. “You’re not old and I meant about today with my parents.”

He stood still when he bottomed out, just relishing in the feel of you around him. “Honey, you have no reason to be sorry.” You tenderly push his hair away from his forehead. “I’m sorry you have to put up with that.”

Steve begins steadily thrusting into you, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Jesus…”

“You…you can go a little faster now.”

His arms loop under your knees, lifting them up and sliding you closer to the edge of the sink. With his cock pumping into you more rapidly at this new angle, you felt like you were coming undone. You clasped your hand over your mouth to control the urge to scream out his name.

Steve feels your pussy tightening around him as he drops one of your legs to rub his thumb over your clit. Your body shakes as you cum, your hand lunging for his own.

Gripping both your legs again, he thrusts harder into you chasing his own high. His waist sputters as he releases deep within your body.

After he pulls out of your now sore and sensitive hole, he reaches for the washrag in the cabinet and cleans you up.

“Steve?” He answers you with a hm as he focuses on his task. “You’re not like him, you know. Your dad.”

He throws the rag in the sink behind you and lifts you up to place you back down on your feet.

“I know.”

“Steve.” You playfully raise an eyebrow in his direction as he slides your panties up your hips.

“I just… you’ll never have to worry, ok? I would never make you feel like I don’t appreciate you or that I don’t care about Dylan.”

“He called you dad.” You smile as he blushes, pulling up his pants. “How did it feel?”

“Good. The fact that he feels that way about us… it’s an honor. Scary but…”, he laughs.

“Welcome to being a parent! It’s always scary but worth it. When he was born, I remember being terrified that I was going to fuck up but when I held him and he looked up at me I knew. I knew I would do anything I could to protect this kid and make him happy.”

Steve tugs on your shirt, pulling you to him for a hug.

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“So… they are going to Rivendell to destroy the ring?”, Steve’s eyebrows furrow as he glances at Eddie before focusing his attention back to the tv.

“Noooo… they are going to Mordor to destroy the ring. They just left Rivendell.” You giggle at Eddie’s tone as he tries to not come off as annoyed.

“Mordor is the only place that can destroy it.”, Dylan’s eyes remain glued to the screen in front of him.

Your phone on the counter rings and you smile as you get up to answer it, listening to them continue to banter.

“See? He’s seven and he’s paying more attention.”

“I’m paying attention! There are just too many weird names to remember.”

“Hello?”, you laugh out. There’s silence as you listen to the person on the other end speak. “Oh my god. Thank you! Thank you so much!”

Steve pauses the movie as you hang up jumping towards your three boys with giddy excitement. “We got it. We got the house!”

“Are you serious?!” he gets up quickly, wrapping you in his arms.

“Wow, that’s fucking amazing. I don’t think I’ve lived in an actual house before.”, Eddie grins as you smack his chest before placing a kiss on his lips.

“When are we moving?”, Dylan asks from his place by your side.

You reach down to tussle his hair. “Um, next month. Jesus, there’s a lot we need to do beforehand.”

“Ay, Princess. Breathe. We have plenty of time. Tomorrow we can sort all that out. Today, we make fun of Harrington for not understanding Lord of the Rings.”

“It’s not my fault this stuff is confusing!”

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Daughter!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: thinking your dad hates you, getting tortured (mild), minor fluff at the end

Request by anon: Hey can i request a one shot where Sam find out he have a daughter (reader) that is really powerful because her mother is a powerful witch that was possessed by Angel and Demon and he take her with them with happy ending? The reader is 15 or 16

Summary: Sam's world is turned upside down when you're left on his doorstep with only a note. He hates you for what your mother did to him. Will he change his mind about you before he loses for good?

Square Filled: prince of hell (2020) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

The air whips around the woman, causing her hair to hit her face. It’s a cold night in Lebanon, but she isn’t going to be staying much longer. The only thing on her mind is Sam Winchester and getting the hell out of Dodge. It’s been years since she’s been back at the Bunker and she vows this will be the last time. She gets out of her car and slings her long velvet cape with a hood over her body to protect her from the harsh winds.

She opens the back seat and grabs the small child who is fussing in the basket. She looks both ways before crossing the street to the Bunker even though she knows no one is coming this way. The only people who come this way are people who live here and people with a vendetta.

She walks down the stone steps to the front door and places the small child on the ground with a hand-written note attached to the blanket. Without thinking, she leaves the child there and disappears into the night. She will never be back at this bunker again, and she will never think about the man known only as Sam Winchester.

“Alright, I’m going on a beer run,” Dean declares and slams his book shut.

“It’s almost ten at night.”

“And?”

Dean grabs his jacket and keys before heading up the metal staircase to the front door. He opens it not expecting to hear a child cry. He looks around in confusion before noticing the small human at his feet. He reaches down and grabs the note with Sam’s name on the front.

“Uh, Sam?”

“What?”

“You might want to see this.” Dean picks the entire basket up just as Sam walks into the war room. “I think she’s for you.”

“She?”

Dean walks down the stairs and sets the crying child on the war desk. Sam’s eyes bug out of his head as soon as sees the child, and Dean hands him the note for him.

Sam, I’m sorry to have to do this to you like this, but I am unable to care for her. Her name is Y/N and she is your daughter. It’s up to you to keep her safe.

“What’s it say?” Dean asks.

There is a look of anger and shock written across Sam’s face. There is only one person he can think of who would do this to him, and he hasn’t thought of her in almost a year.

“Her name and the fact that I now have to care for her. Apparently, she’s my daughter.”

“Do you think that chick did this? You know, the one you had a few hookups with?”

“Has to be.”

Sam doesn’t have to say he doesn’t want a child; it’s written all over his face. Sam might have to care for you now, but he’s not going to be happy about it.

Your life is not going to be an easy one, especially when you have a dad who never wanted you in the first place. As soon as you were able to talk, you knew your dad never wanted you. Dean has always been a loving uncle but Sam has always been distant. Sam and Dean wanted to do something with the open field next to the Bunker, so they decided to have a little garden where Sam could garden peacefully while Dean worked on his car in the Bunker. Now that they have a child, Dean set up a small swing set for you to play while Sam did that. You run outside once Sam opens the door, and you jump onto the swing happily.

“Daddy, push!”

“No, I’m busy.”

You frown and kick your little legs to try and get some traction to swing. At eight years old, Sam put you into a school close to the Bunker so you could walk to and from the school despite Dean telling him how dangerous that is. You’ve just started the third grade, and you’re walking home from school with a drawing you made in art class. Dean is cooking in the kitchen when you arrive, and you smile up at him.

“Here, kiddo. Try this.”

Dean blows on the food before offering it to you, and you gobble it with a smile.

“Amazing, as always, Uncle Dean. Where’s Dad?”

“In the library, but--”

You’re already running into the library to show him what you made in class.

“Daddy! Look what I made in class!”

Sam is sitting at one of the library tables with his laptop in front of him, typing furiously.

“Go show Dean. I’m busy right now.”

Your shoulders sag sadly but you turn around and leave nonetheless. At age eleven, you had made a big group of friends at school who loved going out whether their parents said they could or not. They live down the street from you, so you didn’t think it was a big deal to sneak out and hang out with them. It was only for a few hours, but when you got home, your dad was waiting there with an angry look on his face. Dean is sitting in the background with a drink in his hand to try and be the peacemaker for whatever your dad is going to say to you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Sam,” Dean sighs.

“No, she knows damn well not to sneak out of here.”

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to hang out with my friends. You know, the ones down the street.”

“That’s no excuse! What if a monster were to take you? What then? You’re grounded for two weeks. Nothing but school and back. No phone, no friends.”

It’s his tone and his voice getting louder that makes you want to cry. Dean can see you trying your hardest not to cry, but you refuse to let them fall.

“Sam, take a walk,” Dean says.

“No, I’ll go. I’m sorry,” you whisper and run off to your room.

“Don’t give me that look,” Sam sighs.

“Sam, she’s a kid. She’s your kid. You’re being kind of harsh.”

“How about when you have a child, you can tell me how to parent. Until then, back off.”

You’re fifteen now and your life has been nothing but hard. It’s clear Sam doesn’t want you and will never want you, and he refuses to talk about your mother. You’re pretty sure he hates you but there is nothing you can do about that. Just three more years and you can officially move out even though you hate doing that to Uncle Dean. He’s given you some insight into how you came into the world. Your mom dropped you off at the Bunker’s doorstep and left with just a note.

It’s not ideal but you’re here.

Sam and Dean are in the library doing some research on some monster, and you walk in while fiddling with your hands.

“Hey, can I go to the store for some snacks?” Dean looks at his brother before looking at you. “I’ll get you some pie.”

“If it’s okay with your dad,” Dean says and kicks his brother under the table.

“Yeah, fine.” You leave to the garage where your bike is. As soon as you’re gone, Dean smacks his brother in the head. “Ow, what was that for?”

“Fifteen years is a long time to hold a grudge on someone who did nothing to you.”

“I never asked for a kid, Dean, and I certainly didn’t ask for one on my doorstep.”

“That’s bullshit.” Sam gasps and Dean rolls his eyes. “I see all the pictures you have of her in your secret little album. I see everything she brought home in some box in your closet.”

“How many times have I told you to stay out of my room?”

“Stop letting what that woman did to you fifteen years ago affect you, and start loving the kid who is just looking for a family.”

Sam knows he’s being unreasonable. He loves you dearly but he’s letting what that woman did stop him from ever pursuing a real relationship with you. You can’t wait to get the hell out of the Bunker and get away from the man who hates you. The store isn’t far from the Bunker, and instead of peddling home quickly after buying your snacks and pie, you decide to walk your bike back to clear your head.

The road back to the Bunker is always desolate because no one has any business being on it, but you slow down when you hear a car’s engine behind you. You step off the road to give them room to pass you even though the entire road is free. However, they don’t pass by you. Instead, they creep up behind you slowly. This is the first time in fifteen years you feel your life is in danger on this road.

You get on your bike to pedal away but the car revs the engine and speeds up so they are blocking your way. Forget the bike. You let it crash to the ground and start running but whoever is in the back seat jumps out and captures you easily. They knock you out before you have a chance to scream for help.

What should have been a half-hour ride to and from the store turns into two hours. Sam is starting to get worried but he and Dean have taught you how to fight and defend yourself if you were to get into a bad situation. Those two hours turn into four, and Sam is officially growing gray hairs just worrying about you. Just as he’s about to go out there looking for you, his phone rings.

“Is that her?” Dean asks.

“Yeah, thank God.” Sam answers his phone very quickly. “Where are you? Did you get lost?”

A dark chuckle comes from the other end, and every hair stands up on Sam’s body. This isn’t you. If it isn’t you, then who the hell is it, and why do they have your phone?

“I never knew a Winchester could possess someone so powerful.”

Asmodeus’ chilling voice sends Sam and Dean into a panic.

“Why the hell do you have my daughter’s phone?”

“The question is how could you not know you were harboring someone so powerful? Power seeps out of her like she is overflowing. It tastes… divine. All she needed was a little nudge for her powers to come out.”

“Don’t fucking touch her,” Sam growls.

“Been there done that,” Asmodeus yawns. “If you want the rest of her alive, then you’ll bring Jack. You know where I am.”

“Don’t bother,” you say. Sam perks up at the sound of your voice even if it’s far away. “He hates me. He won’t come.”

That breaks his heart to hear his daughter say that. He doesn’t want you dying thinking he hates you. He doesn’t want you dying period. Asmodeus hangs up shortly after, and it’s taking everything in Sam not to throw his phone across the room.

“We need a game plan. Why does he want Jack?”

“Who the hell knows? We need to come up with something.”

“The only one who can overpower him is an Archangel. The only one left is Gabriel.”

Sam and Dean rush to the bedroom where Gabriel is. He hasn’t said a lot of words since escaping Asmodeus’ clutches. He’s still scared out of his mind by what the demon did to him.

“Hey, sack up, Gabriel. We need you,” Dean puts it bluntly.

“Gabriel, we need you right now. Asmodeus has my daughter. He’s asking for Jack but there is no way in Hell we’re giving him up. You’re the only one who can go up against him.”

“I can’t,” Gabriel whispers painfully.

Sam walks over to him and kneels in front of him so Gabriel doesn’t have to look up at him.

“My daughter is in danger because of me. I can’t even begin to think about what he is doing to her. The only way I’m going to get her back is if you help us. I know what he did to you but you have a chance to stand up to him and take back what he stole.”

Gabriel is sick and tired of always hiding in shame for what Asmodeus did to him, and this is his chance to get revenge, to say the least. He’s terrified but he knows he has to do this.

“Okay,” he whispers.

Now that they have Gabriel on board, they just need to execute the plan. Sam and Dean know where Asmodeus is hiding, which isn't far from the Bunker. if it only took four hours for you to get captured and taken to his place, then they can make it there in three.

Whatever Asmodeus did to you makes you feel tired mentally, emotionally, and physically. He didn’t even have to touch you to make you feel this way. The binds on your hands are cutting into your wrists so you try to wiggle to loosen them, and Asmodeus looks over at you from his chair.

“I don’t have powers. I don’t know where you’re getting that. I’m not an angel or a demon or a witch. I’m nothing.”

Asmodeus gets up and grabs one of his very shiny and sharp knives. You back up in fear of what he is going to do to you but you don’t get far. He slashes your leg with the knife and you cry out in pain.

“Look.” You look at your wound to see the blood seep out in waves. In a few seconds, the wound starts to close magically. The wound is no longer there but the pain is, and you glare at him with tears in your eyes. “You’re more powerful than you can imagine. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” There is a noise coming from the other side of the room and the demon smirks knowingly. “Daddy’s here.”

He turns and sees Sam and Dean with their usual gear even though it will do nothing to Asmodeus.

“Give me my daughter back. I won’t ask twice,” Sam glares.

You’re shocked to hear him speak of you like this. Doesn’t he hate you?

“Do you have something for me? Or someone?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Sam and Dean step off to the side to allow Gabriel to walk in. He’s still scared of the demon and is in tatted clothing, but he’s more powerful than Asmodeus even on his worst day.

“Yeah, been there done that. Where’s Jack?”

“Nowhere near you.”

Asmodeus sticks his hand out to you, and your entire body jerks forward under his command. Power you never knew was inside you starts to mist out and fly straight to Asmodeus’ hand. If you thought the knife was painful, then this is a blinding white pain.

“Dad! Help me!” you cry out in pain.

“Gabriel, now!” Sam yells.

The angel musters up all of his powers and blasts the demon back, severing the connection between you and him. You slump down to the ground tiredly as Asmodeus gets up for a fight.

“I don’t think so,” Gabriel glares.

He snaps his fingers and Asmodeus goes up in flames. Whatever Gabriel is doing to him, it’s killing him until the demon is only ashes on the ground. As soon as the demon isn’t an obstacle, Sam runs over to you.

“Dad?” you cry.

“I’m right here. You’re safe now.”

“I thought you weren't gonna come.”

“I’ll always come for you,” he says truthfully and unties you. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry for the last fifteen years.”

“I’m sorry for the way I came into your life,” you cry.

“No, don’t be sorry about that. I’m sorry for how I dealt with it. Come on, let’s go home.”

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