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Monster!Mig Vol 4. (+18)

Werewolf!Miguel O'Hara X GN!Reader

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Content: Established relationship, Monster/human relationship, Fear kink, Hormone smelling, Oral (reader recieving), Rough PinV Sex, Size Difference, Belly bulging, Claiming Bites, Knotting, Creampie.

Notes: i got the flu real bad so we're feeling feral today boys i swear i will be back w more stuff soon Word count: 4162

‘There, nice and tight, right?’

You gently jangled the chains that you’d just tightened around Miguel’s chest, ensuring that they were immovable. They clanked a little against his rounded pecs, and while they could be moved about an inch or so they remained taut and firm.

Miguel kept his eyes on you as you checked them.  ‘I’m—sorry we have to do this again’ he murmured.

‘Nah, don’t worry about it’ you said, giving him a cheeky smile to ease his worries. ‘I knew what I was getting myself into.’

‘I- I mean I did my best to warn you, but—’

‘Mhm. Mhm. You did your best, and my god, I just did not listen’ you sarcastically sighed. He let out a little snort of a chuckle in response.

‘I just want you to be safe’ he murmured. ‘I couldn’t- stand, anything happening to you.’

‘Oh my god, stop being so stoic, pup. Just relax’ you teased.

‘You call me pup again I will bite you’ Miguel grunted back, ‘and I don’t mean because of the change. I will happily do it regardless.’

‘Oo, please do. But, later. For now—voila!’

You stepped back and admired your set up. This was your so called ‘panic’ room, a totally bare attic space with enormous, shackled chains bolted into the hard brick wall. It had one window overlooking the night sky, allowing cool light to filter in and highlight the dust in the air, but beyond that there was nothing else.

It was horribly drab, however, that was for a reason, for the floor was covered in years’ worth of claw marks, and the bricks showed signs of being gnawed by giant, hardy teeth.

You looked back down to Miguel on the floor and noted the slight tint of yellow showing on his warm red-brown eyes. His pupils were already dilating.

Your dear Miguel, your beloved, would soon turn into a ravenous beast for the night.

‘I’m gonna miss you’ you said softly, your sentimental heart unable to keep up your cheerful, teasing façade.

Miguel gave a slight smile and scoffed. ‘It’s one night. One night to keep you alive. You’ll manage.’

‘Mm, I dunno. Maybe death would be better.’

‘You’re so dramatic’ he said bluntly.

‘I’m dramatic? Me?’ you said as you dramatically pressed your hand to your chest. ‘You’re the one who can’t see a full moon without murdering everyone in sight. THAT’S dramatic!’

Miguel scoffed a second time and let his head hit the brick wall. He was playing the exasperated partner, but you could see his eyes lingering on you in the dimming light.

‘Yeah. I’ll miss you too’ he said, his voice softening as he looked you up and down.

You smiled as your hands fell to your sides. You looked oddly coy. ‘Mhm. That’s what I thought.’

You carefully bent down to his level as the urge to kiss him became too strong. He strained against his chains to meet you with drooping eyes. You made it to your knees, even allowing your lips to brush, when you smelled something that gave you instant pause.

‘Is, that—’

It was. It was that familiar musk, the smell of fur and earth and beasts. You glanced at Miguel’s eyes and found them even more dilated than before.

‘Shit…’

The two of you glanced in unison towards the one rickety window in the corner. You could see that the sun was slowly setting as the sky turned from red to navy blue, the emptiness glimmering with the first few speckled stars.

The little blocks of light cast onto the dirty floor were turning from a soft yellow to a hazy white. Moonlight.

You sighed. ‘Okay. Okay, um—it’s time for me to go.’

You managed to sneak one gently kiss to his cheek, leaving a lingering little print of your scent before you reluctantly withdrew. Miguel’s sad puppy dog eyes followed you all the way to the door.

‘Good luck’ you whispered, pausing on the precipice of the doorway. ‘I’ll stay up. Make sure nothing gets out of hand.’

‘I’ll be thinking of you’ Miguel murmured back. You smiled before locking the door at your back.

…

For the rest of the night you stayed up in your room. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep so you decided to cuddle up in your loosest pyjama’s and watch videos until the early dawn.

You wanted to be able to sit beside him, but Miguel was staunchly against such a thing. He couldn’t risk the temptation of having you nearby, and you knew he didn’t like you seeing him in this form.

You knew you wouldn’t care but you didn’t want to push it. You agreed to stay separate.

As the clock struck midnight you glanced over to where the curtains on your bedroom window were lightly waving. You could see the full moon beyond them, bright and bold and uncovered by even a single cloud.

An ominous sight to someone like you.

Your eyes instinctively glanced up to the ceiling. You knew he would have changed by now. You wondered as you always did; was it painful, the change? He said it wasn’t, but you knew he could just be covering to save you the worry.

You wondered what he must think about in that state, if he even thought at all. You wondered if he did miss you. If he thought of you.

God, you really did miss him. You missed his warmth, his biceps around your waist as you spooned, his warm breath on your neck. You missed resting on his chest. You missed kissing him. You missed- well, everything.

You missed his body. You missed his soft praise and barely concealed possessiveness as he held you down. You missed his calloused hands and sharp claws gripping you tight.

You felt a soft pulse in your lower sex and shook your head. No, you shouldn’t get worked up tonight. You needed to be on guard.

But… you did miss him, so, much…

BANG.

You jumped in bed at the sudden noise.

Luckily, you were used to this. When the moon hit he always tried to escape, and it’s that which kept you awake all night. The sound of that poor beast struggling against his chains, snapping and howling. It’d been painful the first few months you’d had to hear it, then it’d gotten annoying, but now it was just normal. It was like adjusting to your partner snoring at night.

You yawned and leaned back into the pillows.

The banging continued as you’d expected. You heard chains rattling, boards being torn and ripped. You dozed through it all in a half-asleep daze, barely paying attention to the video you put on.

It was at about 2am, when the clock struck, that you heard something more alarming.

You heard metal clanking hard on the floor, and jolted upright in bed. Wait, you’d never heard that before. His chains didn’t reach the floor?

But that was definitely what you could hear. You could hear metal on wood, scraping its way from one end of the attic to the other. Your head slowly tilted as you followed the sound.

‘Shit’ you hissed.

It couldn’t be. It couldn’t. Not tonight. Not now.

Another loud bang rang out, and this time you physically jumped in shock. It sounded like wood splintering, and it was coming from the side of the attic that you knew the locked door was on. The side opposite to where Miguel was meant to be.

A low, warbling howl filled the silence. Your heart sank.

You heard the door upstairs slowly, painfully, creaking open.

Oh no. No, no, no.

You jumped from your bed and instinctively went to hide beneath it, but somehow your luck took an even worse turn. As you jumped your feet landed directly on a loose board. It creaked, loudly, and the footsteps stopped.

‘Shit’ you hissed again. He knew you were in here.

For a couple of seconds, all was still. All was silent. In the dark you couldn’t tell what was the house settling and what was a predator on the prowl.

A low, threatening growl filled the air, and you bolted.

In a moment of panic you dove out of the bedroom and down the stairs, just barely missing the enormous muscled figure of Miguel as he dove at your head.

You had only one hope. Miguel had left his taser downstairs in the living room. It was just a precaution, one you’d never used before hence why it was in such a random spot, but you needed it now.

You stumbled into the living room with Miguel hot on your heels. You made it halfway across the room to where the taser was sitting on the edge of a table. You reached, your hands grasping, but right at that crucial moment you tripped.

Your toes went under the rug on the centre of the floor and you fell hard on your face, knocking the taser to the floor in the process.

‘FUCK—Ah, ah…’

You spun around onto your back as the floor creaked.

Miguel crawled towards you on all fours. In the dark you could only barely see his face, with the light of the moon and the red of his eyes highlighting the contours of his body. The curves of muscle breaking through his torn shirt, the ruffle of dark fur on his back and arms, the shimmering coat over his talons, all of it highlighting how deadly he was.

He still looked like him, like your Miguel. That slicked back dark hair and rough brown skin, those almond eyes and that chiselled square face, with his enormous chest and shoulders sat atop that smooth curved waist.

But you could see the monster breaking through. The fur bursting out in patches on his arms and chest, the claws erupting from his fingernails, the tufty ears erupting from his head, and most of all the teeth. His usually soft expression was drawn back into one of animalistic malice, and you could see the most enormous fangs in his maw.

He bared those same teeth and snarled.

‘Mig, Miggy—Miguel, hey, it’s me’ you panted.

He drew his lips back even further.

‘Miguel’ you repeated desperately. ‘Miguel—’

He took a few steps closer, forcing you to scurry on your back. You couldn’t run. You would never make it to the door, nor the window nor the corridor.

In a panic, you could think of only one thing to distract him. It might have seemed mad to anyone else, and yet to you, there was a lingering shard of a memory teetering on the edge of your terrified mind. The memory of Miguel mentioning the importance of scents, and how the smell of you always drove him mad.

You grabbed your pyjama pants and shifted them down.

It was just an inch at first, as you were laying awkwardly on the floor and they kept catching on the wood, but as you slid them you noticed him slowing his predatory approach.

You saw his eyes darting. He sniffed, smelling the air.

‘That’s it’ you whimpered. ‘That’s it, it’s me. You know that, don’t you?’

You lay down on your back as Miguel crawled over you. The scent of your kiss must have stuck in his nose, as he seemed to remember through the haze even a small part of you, but more than that the smell of your bare body was enticing.

He bent his head and sniffed from your neck down to your belly and finally to your thighs. He growled there, and in a panic you yanked your pants further. You pulled them right down to your ankles.

‘Ah—there, there, shh—’

He gave a grunt of what you assumed was satisfaction as you kicked them aside. He moved in, and you lay back in submission. He pressed his face right against your bare pussy.

‘F-Fuck—’ You bit your lip to stifle any noises. This was a dangerous ploy, especially as you’d made yourself so vulnerable, but you wanted to trust him. You had no other choice.

You closed your eyes and prayed.

It was then, in the dark and the cold, unseeing and tense, that you were jolted by the most abrupt spasm of pleasure.

Something long, wet and warm was lapping at your bare pussy, eagerly and curiously winding between your lips and up to your clit. Your legs spasmed at the sensation.

‘A-Ah—Mig?’

You opened your eyes and looked down, only to find that he was licking at your bare sex. He was clawing at the wood as he curiously tasted you.

‘A-Ah…. Miguel, that—mm—’

The soft little fluttering pulses in your clit that you’d tried to ignore before had left you extremely sensitive, and his rough tongue was making it hard to see. You were trying to stay on guard, wary that he might still lose himself again, but fuck did it feel heavenly.

He’d always been a fan of pleasuring with his tongue, but this was something else entirely. His increased size allowed his tongue to cover your entirely labia when flat, covering every single little spot of nerves he could get at. You whimpered on the floor.

He kept licking. Kept tasting, kept curiously flicking the tip on your clit, kept getting so close that his tongue delved right into your cunt. All the while his claws were dangerously close to slicing your ankle, and worse, his teeth kept grazing the sensitive skin of your folds.

You knew you were going to cum from this, but you didn’t want to startle him with any loud noises.

To your horror, as the pleasure rose, you had to try and bite you down.

You forced yourself to cum in silence. Your hips bucked a little, your legs involuntarily spasming as he kept licking through every ripple of pleasure, but luckily it didn’t seem to bother him. You rode out that sweet, guilty pleasure as you screamed in your mind, before slowly relaxing as your muscles de-tensed.

Thankfully Miguel drew himself back just a little while after your silent orgasm, his mouth dripping with slick and spit. He drew himself up to your head and snapped at your cheek, baying you to lay still. You did as told.

‘A-Ah… you really are still Miguel, huh?’ you said with a shaky laugh. He grunted.

You realized then, as the adrenaline and the pleasure wore off, that he was naked. You hadn’t really taken it fully in before now, but the change must have torn his clothes to shreds.

He was naked, and his enormous veiny cock was pulsing between your legs as he hunched over your body on the floor.

You baulked a little in shock. Fuck, had the change made him bigger?

You didn’t have time to ponder that as he began to push himself between your legs, his claws settling beside your shoulders. He was getting into a missionary mating press.

‘A-Ah… ah, fuck, Miguel’ you panted. He wanted to try and fuck you? Like this?

His eyes on you were still burning with that beastly haze, but you swore you saw something in them that looked like him. Something soft, something affectionate, beyond the curdled animalistic lust.

You felt his cock nudging at your tight hole, smearing the spit and slick he’d left behind as he coaxed you to take him. You could feel his bulbous member twitching.

Your eyes shifted, and you realized that the taser had fallen on the floor within arm’s reach. You could feasibly bring him down now, if you wanted. If you had to. You could grab it quick and render him limp.

But… Your eyes involuntarily drifted back. You were so sore, your pussy throbbing as your blood pulsed through it, your thighs sodden and shaky. The thought of the release, the relief, of your beautiful Miguel fucking you raw with that fat rod, it filled you with fear and unescapable excitement.

You bit your lip as he growled again. Fuck. Your hormones had certainly won him over, so, at least your plan worked, right? At least with this, you were safe. At least like this, he couldn’t go anywhere else.

‘O-Okay, you… That’s it. Stay here with me’ you stammered breathlessly. ‘Stay with me, Mig. That’s it.’

You lay still, and you let him take you.

It should have felt familiar. You’d taken him so many times before, but this? This was different. You felt the size difference immediately.

His cock was obscenely fat, and it was splitting you open as he stretched you wide. He hit a point about a third of the way down his shaft where he could get no further, and with a dissatisfied snarl he started to rut harder. He was pushing you to your limits, and as he edged deeper you felt the sudden influx of burning in your core.  

‘F-Fuck—’ You squirmed a little, trying to adjust to the size, but a sharp snap at your cheek forced you back to stillness.

‘O-Okay, okay, just—careful, please—’

You weren’t sure how much of him remained lucid, but something definitely seemed to make him slow down as you winced. He started to pause between pumps, letting you shift and settle, and even nudged your cheek to see if you were okay.

He never stopped, though. He continued to pump his shaft into your cunt, easing it open inch by inch to take him, and when he finally bottomed out it was because you physically couldn’t take any more.

 He managed to get most of it inside you, but he couldn’t fit it all. You were embarrassed to see a good two inches of thick, throbbing cock surrounded by dark hair still sitting uncovered, accompanied by the sight of your belly bulging where he’d settled.

You felt it nudging at your cervix. You felt it throb, you watched it throb, and grit your teeth. You were shaking, but fuck, it was good.

Miguel snarled again, his teeth bared against your cheek. You could feel him breathing a little harder as he shifted his pelvis. You knew he was feeling you, tasting you, pausing to savour the sensation of your insides squeezing him tight, and you liked it.

‘It’s okay’ you stammered. You felt his drool hit your cheek. ‘I-I’m okay. You- You can have me.’

Miguel throbbed again, a pulsing sensation so hard that you felt it in your guts.

‘Mine.’

You blinked in shock. Was that, a word?

Miguel bared his teeth a second time as he took one, hard thrust inside you, one that threw your entire body and sent both sharp pain and toe-curling pleasure through to your soul. You groaned in shock.

‘A-Ah, f-fuck—’ you whimpered.

‘Mine.’

He repeated that single, guttural word, and you knew he meant it. You nodded.

‘Y-Yes. Yes. Yours. All yours.’

He growled deep in the back of his throat, a motion which made his Adams apple jolt.

‘Breed’ he snarled. You shuddered as he dug his claws into the wood beside your head.

‘Breedable. Mine.’

You grit your teeth in anticipation. You could feel him gradually beginning to slip his cock in and out. Without another word, that enormous beast started to rut back and forth.

He was rough from the start, even when he was exhibiting some form of control. You had to dig your nails into his biceps for support as he threw your body with every thrust. Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind. He was happy to bend you, pushing you into a deeper mating press.

You could see his talons by your head. You could feel his hot breath, could smell the stench of fur and metal and musk. He was panting with each pump.

As you trembled and moaned, taking each deep thrust of his cock, some of that animal rage in his eyes seemed to dissipate. Did he look, hot? Was he, moaning back?

He was definitely grunting with each thrust he took. You could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your gummy walls, begging for release.

As his grunts got louder he started to pump harder. It was all you could hear. His grunting, his panting, the sound of skin clapping skin, the whine of the wood being raked by his claws and the wet squelch of his cock moving back and forth.

He was getting close. You realized, in a brief moment of lucidity as you were fucked brainless, that he was going to try and cum inside you. All you could think was one thing: How would he even fit that in you?

It was while you tried to comprehend this question that one of his little werewolf habits reared its ugly head; the need to bite. The claiming bite.

You squeaked audibly as he abruptly bit down on your neck and shoulder, pinning you hard to the floor. You could feel the burn of his teeth as they sank beneath the skin, the pure power in his jaw. If he moved too hard, he could absolutely cause a lot of damage.

‘M-Miguel’ you whimpered. ‘Miguel—’

With your body clamped and frozen he started to buck harder, driving his cock into you with a frantic and animalistic force. You clung to him as tightly as you could.

‘Miguel—’ you cried, ‘P-please, ah—’

He thrust, and he growled, and every hair on his body stood on end. With a seething grunt he orgasmed inside you.

As you’d expected there was just no space inside you left to fill. You had to experience the full sensation of his unloading with so little room between his cock and your sensitive walls; the pulsing, the twitching, the thick spurts of cum that oozed out only to immediately start dripping down your ass to the floor. It sounded so obscenely wet.

‘Ah…. There, good- good boy, good boy’ you panted. ‘Miguel, fuck—’

Then you realized, one other little thing Miguel had mentioned to you in confidence; he was going to knot.

You gripped his arms tighter to support. ‘F-Fuck, fuck—’

Sure enough he knotted on the last spurt, plugging you tight as you squirmed. He hissed on your cheek as he did so. It was a primal display of possessive need, a sign of ownership as his cock swelled and pushed you to your limits. You could feel the thickness of his cum inside you, now unable to escape. You panted.

‘F-Fuck…. Ah, o-okay big guy, there you go. You- You okay now?’

His growling lowered to just a gentle whine, and slowly he drew his teeth back from your cheek. He simply held you there beneath him, impaled on his shaft, panting and beading with sweat from the entire ordeal.

Eventually you felt the knot releasing. It was like feeling a stranglehold on your neck finally unclench. The relief was intense, and you immediately began trying to ease yourself off.

But you barely made it an inch before being pinned by Miguel’s clawed hand. His fur brushed your cheek as he grabbed your chest, holding you still to the floor. You rushed to soothe him. ‘A-Ah—okay, okay. Shh, you’re okay big guy.’

He bared his teeth in that same territorial display. You met his gaze. You locked on to each other, naked and joined at the hip, throbbing around each other in a pool of primal sweat and cum and slick.

‘It’s okay. It’s okay’ you repeated. ‘I’m yours. I’m yours. See? Your- your little, prize.’

You gently shifted your hips to draw his attention there, and predictably his eyes did a little roll as your pussy clenched his shaft. He pulsed back, his veins pumping with hot blood.

‘Mine.’

To your continued surprise, he started thrusting again. His erection hadn’t lost any stamina, and if he was feeling overstimulated, he certainly wasn’t showing it. You, though, were showing it quite overtly.

‘MM--!’

A raspy moan escaped your lips as he winded you with the force of his insertions. His previous load was now being squished out with each thrust, but he didn’t care. He was making way for more.

‘A-Ah—f-fuck, Miguel, you—you really, need, more? MM—’

His hand pressed a little harder against your chest as he started to pick up speed. He was smacking you down against the wooden floor, his pelvis turning your hip bones numb. He tilted his head and growled.

‘Oh fuck—fuck that’s so—good—’

Your eyes rolled as that sweet dumbification kicked in. His cock easily fucked away all of your inhibitions, drowning your fear in heavenly pleasure as he rutted you raw.

If this is what it took to keep him distracted all night, then this is just what you’d have to do.

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Soft launch

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: After dating on the low for three years, you and Lewis decide to soft launch your relationship public for the first time

Word count: 4.1k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, established relationship, soft dom!Lewis, little breath play (choking), spanking, face slap (softly), a bit of dirty talking, quickie in the car, public (semi public), not beta read

Note: hi there, this one was sitting in my drafts for a while. but it’s been a few years since I last posted anything here (so please bear any mistake)

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You take a quick spin in the mirror, checking out your outfit from every possible angle. The outfit isn't too extravagant, just a denim skirt for the hot weather, comfortable heeled boots, and the most important piece, one of Lewis' favorite shirts, the Ayrton Senna T-shirt. For accessories, just a combination of thin rings and a leather choker.

“Are you sure you want to announce it today?” Lewis asks, coming out of the bathroom with his Mercedes cap in hand. You rub your hands on the thigh of your denim skirt to wipe away the sweat forming in your palms.

You were dating for 3 years, but in secret and in the most discreet way possible. You two don't hang out publicly, you don't post pictures. At least not visible photos. Lewis often posts mysterious pictures with you, like a closeup of a hug, your holding hands, birthday or anniversary presents, etc. The world knows Lewis has a girlfriend, they just don't know who the lucky lady is. Yet. Aside from your families and a few close friends, nobody knows.

Although it's not your first time watching his races, it's the first time you'll be seen together, probably photographed, filmed and commented on. You had a long talk with Lewis' PR team, they had helped you hide the relationship, and now they are helping you to bring it out into the open. “Soft Launch” was what they called it, you would arrive with Lewis, you would be seen in the VIP area of the paddock accompanying his father and you would be seen wearing Lewis' favorite outfit, and after that, people and media would put 1+1 together to assume who you are in his life. So, it's a lot of pressure, especially for the anonymous girlfriend of one of Formula 1's biggest stars.

“It's about time,” You say with a smile.

Lewis walks over, stopping right behind you at the mirror, his palm on your waist to check your complete outfit. He smiles, kissing your shoulder and cheek.

“I like it when you wear my clothes,” he murmurs, stepping out from behind you and positioning himself in front of you. “Perfect” he adds as he takes your hand, making you spin around.

“Ready?” you finally grab your purse and your work bag, checking to confirm you have everything you need.

“Let's go” Lewis takes your hand as you leave the hotel room.

“I've asked them to isolate a private little room in the VIP just for you but my driver’s room is also available at all times, in case you feel suffocated with all the people in the common areas,” Lewis says as you head to the elevator.

Once inside, you stare at yourself in the mirror again. Lewis presses the ground floor button and turns to you. He must see something in your face because his smile fades a little and he says,

“It doesn't have to be today if you're not comfortable yet.”

You know this is just him being overly concerned about you, ever since the time you two were spotted at a party and you had an anxiety attack. Fortunately, at the time, the amateur photos they took of the two of you were over zoomed and lacking in resolution, so they couldn't figure out your identity.

You give a smile that you hope is confident, and wrap your index finger around Lewis' waistband, the way you know he likes it, and pull him down to press his body into yours. He smiles surprised at the movement, and you peck his lips, not moving too far away from him.

“It's time they know you are mine,” you whisper, and Lewis chuckles in surprise, he absolutely loves whenever you get a little possessive, it turns him on. His hand comes up to your jaw and he kisses you harder, and you part your lips to take him deeper, letting out a soft moan when you feel his tongue on yours, and the way his body presses you to the wall of the elevator.

When you hear the elevator ding, you give Lewis a light push to put distance between the two of you, just in time for the door of the elevator to open.

“Well, well, what do we have here…” you look up and find George, Lewis' teammate. George opens his arms and hugs you, and then you hug Carmen, his girlfriend, just as he adds, “Ready to reveal the big secret?”

“As ready as I can be,” you reply with a smile. George is one of the few people on Lewis’ team who knows about you, and he - as well as the others, - had kept the secret from the rest of the world. His girlfriend and you met at Lewis' private birthday party the year before.

“We can keep each other company in the paddock so you won't be too nervous,” Carmen suggested, beside you.

“Thanks, Carmen. You’re an angel” you thank her.

When you get in the van and the driver starts to drive towards the track, Lewis pulls your hand into his lap, holding it tight between both of his, and you realize that he's probably more nervous than you are about this whole situation. And you know it's more out of concern for you than anything else.

“Hey, relax,” You approach him tenderly, “We're ready for this, aren't we?” you say with a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

“Yes, we are. Sorry, I just worry about you” He says with a shy little smile and you put your hand on his chest, over his heart.

“I know. But I promise I'll be fine” you assure you one more time, and a weight seems to visibly lift off his shoulders as he sighs in relief.

You lean further over him and slide your hand down his chest to his waist, adding “Do you want a little kiss to help you relax?”

You cup his chin and kiss his lips softly. Lewis' hands slide down your sides until he pulls you hard onto his lap. You gasp against his lips at the sudden movement, and he takes advantage of your parted mouth to deepen the kiss with his tongue. You grip the back of the seat behind his head to feel some modicum of control over the situation. He puts both hands on your ass and pushes you against his lap, and you start to feel his body react to yours.

“Baby…” He whispers in the middle of the kiss and reason returns to you. Breaking the kiss, you pull away from his face just enough for him to look you in the eyes with hazy, lust-filled eyes.

“Lewis-” you call with a serious voice and he finally stops, panting but with his eyes focused entirely on you now. “We can’t. You can’t arrive at the GP with a hard-on.”

“By the time we get there, I won't have this hard-on anymore” He presses the button that makes the partition between the back seats and the driver seat go up. Your eyes widen because you didn't know a van had this kind of thing, you thought it was limited to limousines.

“Toto will kill us, Lewis!” you say, but your resolve dissolves when he traces your panties from your ass all the way down, feeling the wet fabric on your pussy, “You know he smells trouble from two miles away!”

“If you're still talking about another man, then I'm probably doing my job poorly” he murmurs, kissing your chin, he traces your panties with the knuckle of his finger, pressing gently on your clit, and you feel yourself melt in his arms, with the feeling of the fabric rubbing your most sensitive part, “Relax, no one will know.”

“How much time do we have before we arrive?” you ask, and you feel Lewis' fingers fiddling with the front button of your skirt as his lips greedily seek your neck, “Lewis-” you grab his wrists holding back a laugh “How much time?”

“I don't know, forty minutes or so.” He says, and you mumble an agreement. Finally, you sigh in relief knowing you still have enough time to give in to lust.

He puts both hands on your thigh, fingers climbing under the denim of the skirt and squeezing your ass hard, the direct contact forcing a moan out of you. Lewis chuckles at your reaction and you feel like slapping him to remove the smug smirk from his face, but instead you just grab the back of his neck and pull his face until our lips clash again. Lewis threads his fingers through your hair at the back of your neck, but you break the kiss, gripping his wrists moving his hands away from you again, stopping him from messing your hair.

“No way you're going to make me arrive at the GP all disheveled!” you struggle and he laughs again, as you try to keep a straight face but it's impossible with him looking at you like you’re a goddess on earth. “It's my first appearance!”

“You've been to a number of grands prix before, and we've done this several times before.”

“In the hotel room! Never in the car on the way there. And nobody knew that I was your girlfriend.”

“Why do you think I suggested you wear a skirt? I won't ruin your outfit, I promise” He guarantees, this time with a serious look to reassure you.

“Then fine. Alright” you say, with a roll of your hips into his pelvis to show how much you want him and he bites back a groan, “But how are we making sure the guy over there won’t say a word?” you whisper, pointing in the driver's direction.

“He'll get a pretty generous tip, okay?” Lewis reassures you once more and his hand travels up your torso to your neck. He faintly squeezes, which makes you shiver. “If you prefer, I can cover your mouth.”

“You know what?” you hold his wrist up to lift his hand and nip at his index finger, pulling away to say, “You make a pretty convincing boyfriend.”

“Do I?” He mumbles going back to unzipping the rest of your skirt, just enough to loosen the fabric so he could ride it up around your waist.

You bend down to nibble on his neck as he just holds your hip. You undo the buttons on his shirt, gaining access to his chest and kissing your way down. You only open the top four buttons of his shirt so you don't mess up his clothes. Finally, your hands reach into the waistband of his pants, hurriedly undoing his fly and he lifts his hips only to pull his pants down to his knees.

“Slow down, love” he says, grabbing your hand before you can pull his cock out of his boxers. You sigh as he pulls you fully onto his lap, pressing your torso flush against his. His finger traces your cheek affectionately, until he reaches down and squeezes your breast through your shirt.

You move closer to him and bite his bottom lip, wiggling around in his lap now that there's less clothes separating the two of you, just his underwear and your panties. You yelp in place when he smacks your ass, and the sting of the slap makes you hiss, but you barely have time to recover when he smacks your buttock again, now the other side.

You spread your legs wide and just move your panties to the side, because if you were to take them off, you'd have to get off his lap, and with the way he's squeezing your ass, it's going to be impossible. Trembling, you stroke your own pussy for some relief, but Lewis grabs your wrist before you can really get going. You stare at him, not really understanding the interruption.

“Not when I’m right here,” is all he says before lifting your hand and sucking on your middle finger, the one you used to touch yourself. Then he guides your hand to press his throbbing cock under his underwear.

You sigh in pleasure as he strokes your pussy himself, gently, spreading your indecent wetness up and down, pressing your entrance until your hips shake at the intrusion, but never going fully in, just teasing your entrance.

“Enough, Lewis!” you complain, trying to move your hips into his fingers “We don't have time for your teasing.”

“Just tell me what you want, pretty baby,” he says, smirking and very well aware of his power over you.

You push his hand away and pull down his boxers, freeing his cock from the confines of the fabric, you meet his eyes as you move your hand, pumping up and down. He moans softly, gripping your waist.

“Hold me, love.” you ask as you stand up still on your knees straddling him and his hands move down steadily to your hips, offering balance as you position his cock at your entrance and slowly lower until he is fully inside you. “Lewis, oh my God-”

You stand still, gripping Lewis' shoulders as you both pant and you wait for your body to accommodate him. You test the movement, rolling in a circle with your hips and you both shudder in place, your body so receptive to his that it feels like the perfect fit. You reach back with both hands and brace them on Lewis' knees, which gives you enough leverage for you to move your hips without falling. The movement sends an electric current of pleasure through your entire body, and you begin to move your hips up and down with his help. Lewis squeezes your breasts one more time through your clothes and you know he's putting a colossal effort in not taking all your clothes off. Then he takes hold of your choker, pulling it just enough to choke you lightly. Your head falls back with pleasure and you can't keep your voice down.

“Shhh…” Lewis says, now also thrusting his hips up to help you move. You can't turn down the sounds coming out of your mouth and your pussy is throbbing when you feel a light slap from Lewis across your face. He groans when he feels the tightness around his cock and he thrusts once more, feeling the same clenching of your pussy, “behave, my little slut.”

"Lewis, Lewis... I need..." you try to say between moans but you can't so you just grab the hand that was slapping you and put it over your mouth to muffle your sounds. Lewis seizes the opportunity and shoves his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, and you suck on his fingers to keep from making any noise.

You feel the building up at the base of your stomach and you grip the seat behind Lewis again and speed up the movements, both your hips moving in sync and Lewis's cock buried so deep inside you, you know you're close. The slapping sound of his cock meeting your wetness is even more obscene than the moans you’re trying to muffle.

You keep riding and you know that anytime soon, your legs will start to feel tired. But before you can make up your mind on moving to a different position, Lewis takes his hand away from your mouth and uses his spit-wet fingers to press down on your clit.

You reach the climax less than a few seconds after he starts rubbing on your clit. Your hips shake as you come, kissing Lewis like your life depends on it, lest you cause even more lewd sounds inside the van.

Lewis wraps his arms around your waist, and as your body is limp from the orgasm, he himself moves your hips a little more until he reaches his own peak. When he comes, his head falls back onto the headrest and you press your forehead into his shoulder, trying to catch your breath again.

“Lewis, that was… Wow!” you manage to sigh, slowly regaining movement in your legs.

“I know, my love” He kisses you on the forehead and you pull away, getting off of him.

Lewis pulls a tissue from one of the car holders, and helps you clean between your legs, soon pulling your panties back into place, with a smirk knowing that you will need to spend the next few hours with his cum inside of you. It's something he's been quite vocal about, all the times you get laid anywhere you shouldn't.

While you adjust your skirt, and redo the front buttons, Lewis fixes his underwear, then his pants and you help him redo the buttons of the shirt he is wearing. The satisfied smirk never leaves Lewis's face, and you realize you're smiling too, any trace of nervousness hidden in the past.

“Thanks for helping me relax” you say, cupping his chin to place a peck on his lips.

“I love you” he says, putting his arm around you and making you relax against his chest “And we still have fifteen minutes left.” Lewis checks his rolex. You laugh, and open your purse, pulling out your tiny mirror to touch up your lipstick.

You two continue to embrace the rest of the way to the GP, and when you get out of the van at the entrance, Lewis goes to the driver's window and, in a discreet handshake, slides a few hundreds’ bills to the driver who just nods positively. you adjust your skirt, and turn to Lewis.

“How do I look?” you give an excited little smile and Lewis smiles.

“Like you were fucked good by your boyfriend,” he winks, and then giggles as you playfully slap his shoulder.

“Lew, I’m serious!”

He takes a cap from his carry-on bag, and then puts it on your head, one of his white ones, that has the Mercedes logo and his number, 44, on the flap. Then he puts your “all access” badge around your neck.

“Perfect”

You decided not to go inside hand in hand to live up to the soft in “Soft Launch” as your team had planned. But as soon as you approach the entrance, paparazzi flashes start popping in Lewis' direction. You walk beside him, without even touching him, and you immediately start to hear the questions directed at him about who you are, and if you are friends, or dating, but you just ignore it and head to the Mercedes motorhome.

It's completely unlike any other time you've been to a GP where you've been completely ignored, arriving alone and slipping in discreetly through the paying entrance, staying in the stands and silently cheering your boyfriend on.

Lewis only puts his hand on you when you get into the motorhome and go up to the second floor. He takes your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“See? It wasn't even that bad,” Lewis gives you a welcoming smile.

“I don't know how you manage to deal with paparazzi all the time” you almost grunt the words as you enter the admin floor.

As soon as you walk in, Toto is coming out of what looks like his office, and he smiles in our direction. Toto had known you officially for almost a year, and he was aware that today you would make your first official public appearance. He hugs Lewis and offers you a handshake.

“You're officially welcome” Toto greets you and you thank him, “I'm going to need to borrow Lewis in five minutes.”

“He's all yours” you chuckle.

Lewis guides you to one of the armchairs with a table in the administrative sector, where you open your laptop, he shows you around quickly, the direction of the bathrooms, the way to his driver’s room, the cafeteria, the buffet, and assuring you that he will still see you before going down to the pit lane.

You spend the next couple of hours working on your laptop, focused on finishing a project that would free you up for the next three or four days if you could get it done before the deadline.

When Lewis returns, he is already dressed in his second skin, and the fireproof overalls already take up the lower half of his body. you stand up and hug him tight, and then get a good look at his body in the white jumpsuit, and Lewis catches your eye.

“Do you like it?” He bites his bottom lip discreetly, but you just push his shoulder trying hard not to blush.

“You know I do. Are you going down yet to the pit lane?” you ask and Lewis smiles in agreement. You cup his face affectionately, and he immediately becomes serious. “Get in there and be the best. Good luck, my love!”

“Thank you, honey,” he murmurs. You kiss his lips again, and he deepens the kiss for a few seconds before someone from the team calls out to him.

Lewis leaves you with a confident smile and you know he's ready for the race. He always does his best races when he's in a good mood. Before he goes downstairs you call again.

“Lewis!” He looks at you from the stairs "See you when you are up there on the podium.”

The fact that you said it out loud makes some people around you laugh in agreement, but your eyes focus on Lewis and the big smile he gives just for you. Being confident is never a bad thing for Lewis Hamilton, because he knows he’s a badass.

As you're putting away your work stuff, you get a link from Lewis's PR team. When you open it, it's a tweet, with pictures of our arrival, speculating about your identity, talking about you being with Lewis and wearing his favorite shirt. It looks like “Soft Launch” has been successfully achieved.

You go up to the VIP way calmer now that the whole thing of your relationship is out in the world, and there you find Anthony, Lewis' father, who welcomes you with a hug and you immediately feel calmer for having someone familiar around.

You both watch the race with apprehension and nervousness, well, you watch with apprehension and Anthony watches with confidence. Lewis starts in P4, and spends most of the laps oscillating between P3 and P2 with some stability. For a while, Lewis seems determined to stick to P2 to cross the finish line. Everything changes after a minor crash that requires a safety car, then Lewis goes to a pit stop to change tires and the last 12 laps is when Lewis reaches a speed that until then he had not achieved in the entire race. It is with sheer shock that you realize he was sparing his car all throughout the opening laps, just keeping pace and creating distance between his position and the previous ones.

The last few laps are the tightest in the race for P1, and in a particularly difficult corner, Lewis forces a gap and moves forward, taking the lead. With trembling fingers, you grip the base of the rail stiffly as Lewis passes you for the first time being P1. The difference between it and the P2 is minuscule, just milliseconds.

During the last lap, at least three times, P2 almost manages to take the lead from Lewis, but he stays firm and holds the position unyielding until he crosses the finish line. You only breathe again when you see the checkered flag in the air.

Anthony and you celebrate with jumps and hugs, and a few minutes later you are guided to watch the podium. You can't take your eyes off Lewis, how he's smiling, beaming really, and how he celebrates with champagne and all that goes with it.

When he leaves the podium, his dad walks over to hug him and you hang back, watching the two of them. Lewis finally faces you, smiling as he walks towards you. Your eyes widen, gesturing to the dozens of cameras focused on him, but Lewis doesn't seem to mind when he hugs you tight. Standing on tiptoes, you return the tight hug, not caring that he's sweaty and wet from the champagne.

“I said I'd see you on the podium, didn't I?” you whisper to him, he kisses your cheek and hugs you again. “Congratulations for the victory. You were so good it was unreal!”

“I wanted to show off to my girlfriend” he says and pulls away to wink at you.

“Go there and celebrate your moment!” you pull away from him, taking a step back, but he still holds firmly onto your hand “I love you, my champion.”

“I love you too” He says and kisses your hand.

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A Moment of Jealousy | S.R.

Summary: Reader offers to help Spencer when he needs a plus one to go to his friend's wedding. What she didn't expect was to feel so angry when one of your coworkers starts flirting with him.

Warnings:female reader, no use of (Y/N); jealousy; fake dating; fluff; little bit of angst; friends to lovers; coworkers to lovers; mentions fo drinking; mild smut (+18); secret relationship until it isn't.

Word Count: 4.1K

Requested by: @hb-writes

A/N: Hey there, love. I'm sorry it took me forever to fill your request, but I got carried away and made it a whole oneshot instead of just a blurb. A special thanks to @foxy-eva for beta-reading this one.

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You tried, really hard, not to let people know how annoyed you were by the situation.

“I didn’t know you two were together,” Elizabeth says, surprised.

“Not for long, so we’re keeping it low while everything is still new,” Spencer answers, smiling at you. You smile back, looking at Elizabeth who was already staring back at you.

“I heard about how you arrested that guy last week. It must have been scary.”

“Yeah, it was but I had backup, so I knew it would be okay to push it a little bit.”

“Everybody’s impressed, I heard people in the white-collar department talking about it.

“It was a team effort.” You smile, politely.

“Teamwork is difficult in its own way, it must be harder on you two. Spencer is so clever and you are so…” she paused, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, “so strong.”

Blinking once, twice, you force yourself to give her a grim smile, but after that, the conversation turned into a blur for you. It took everything in you not to take it personally, you and Spencer were not dating after all, but the comparison just made you feel… inappropriate. Like you weren’t enough to be with someone like him.

When Elizabeth finally left, you could barely control your feelings.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you exclaimed, making Spencer turn his head to look at you.

“What happened,” he asked, confused.

“What happened? What happened, seriously,” you asked, incredulous. “What fucking happened is that Elizabeth has been flirting with you for the past hour and you did nothing to stop her,” sneering, you made sure to spell her name with a sickly sweet voice.

Spencer frowned, turning his head to search for Elizabeth, who, of course, was looking back at him, trying to look demure as she waved at him right before putting a loose strand of hair behind her ear. In his defense, he did look oblivious to agent Parker’s advances towards him, which did absolutely nothing to wane your anger. When he looked back at you, something seemed to click inside that big brain of his.

“Oh,” he exclaimed, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, “you’re jealous.”

“I am…” it took you a moment to process his words, “Am I what?”

“Jealous,” he promptly answered. “Of Elizabeth,” Spencer made sure to stress her name and you wondered, for a second, where that smug smile came from.

“You’re fucking delusional, Doctor. I’m just worried about how you’re making me look like a complete idiot by flirting with Agent Parker. We’re supposed to be a fucking couple, after all.”

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded, “and that was your idea.”

“To save your ass, because you’re always alone in those kinds of events and you didn’t want to come with that woman Morgan set you up with… What was her name? Kristen?”

“Lauren,” Spencer corrected, putting his hands in his pockets, smirking.

Of course he remembered the name.

“Whatever. It does matter that your friend is getting married, you didn’t want to come alone and I’m here to help you. All I’m asking in exchange is that you don’t make me look like a fool by flirting with someone else.”

"That 's it,” he asked, taking a step closer.

“Yeah,” you nodded, skipping a breath as he stepped closer again, resting one of his hands on the small of your back, “that’s it.”

“Now, you see, I don’t believe you.”

He was so close that you could hear his breath and feel the heat of his body.

“What I do believe, is that you came here with me because you didn’t want anybody else in your place, anybody else with me, and that you’re so riled up by Elizabeth talking to me only because you’re jealous of her, even though all the poor woman did was compliment you the whole time.”

“I… what?”

“She’s interested in you, not me,” Spencer explained and suddenly you felt more like a fool than before.

Looking over his shoulder you could see the disappointed look on Elizabeth's face as she looked at the two of you, but she did smile when your eyes met and, even in the distance, you could swear she was blushing.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” Spencer laughed.

“This doesn’t mean that I’m jealous.”

“Oh, it doesn't?”

“No, it does not,” you answered, blinking a couple of times, still trying to process what was happening.

“So you wouldn't mind if I wanted to leave right now, taking you to your home and deciding to go out with Lauren? She texted me a few minutes ago.”

You bit your tongue before answering a faint, “No.”

Spencer hummed, letting go of you and offering his hand for you to take.

“Let’s go then, we already did what was supposed to be done here. Don’t want to let Lauren wait.”

“You… what?” For a moment, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Here you were, doing him a favor, and he was paying you back by talking to another woman all this time? “If you’ve been talking to her all this time you should've brought her with you, not me,” you exclaimed, letting go of his hand, walking past him only to hear him laugh.

Turning around, you saw Spencer smiling smugly and all you wanted at that moment was to wipe it out of his face.

“What’s so funny, Reid?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes,” he confirmed, “you.”

“What’s so funny about me,” you asked, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“How many times I gotta say that I’m not… Wait, you just said that I’m cute?”

“That’s what you registered from what I said?” he asked, with a hint of amusement in his tone. 

“No, good Doctor, I was saying that I’m not…”

You never got to finish the sentence because Spencer pulled you to him by the hand and planted his lips on yours and, suddenly, you didn’t want to talk anymore. All you wanted was to be able to feel his lips against yours all the time.

Spencer wasn’t half as gentle as you imagined him to be. His hands gripped you tight, keeping you impossibly close to him, and his chapped lips were hungry against your own. When you both came up for air he gave you a quick peck, smiling.

“There’s no Lauren.”

Still in a daze from the kiss, it took you a minute to process his words.

“What?”

“There’s no Lauren. There never was. Morgan just said he was tired from both of us circling around each other, so when the wedding invitation came up he took it upon himself to bring us together. He said you would be jealous about me bringing someone else to the party, so he created that someone.”

“Morgan… what?” Still confused, you were unable to form a coherent sentence.

You were going to kill Derek.

“He wasn’t exactly wrong, was he?”

“You were on board with that?”

He smiled, sheepishly, looking a little bit guilty.

“I’m gonna kill you…”

Again, you were interrupted mid-sentence by Spencer’s lips on yours. Not that you were complaining.

“You’re not going to kill anyone,” he said, both of you out of breath. “Here’s what is going to happen. We’re going to say our goodbyes to the newlyweds, I’m going to take you home, and you’re going to invite me for coffee.”

When you opened your mouth to speak Spencer silenced you again, this time by resting his thumb against your lips.

“Ah,” he reprimanded. “We’re both going up and we’re gonna have a talk about what is happening between us. Okay?”

You weren’t sure what did it for you: maybe it was the hazel of his eyes shining so brightly as he looked at you or his honeyed voice as he told you what was going to happen, maybe it was the way he was holding you so close to his body that made you so comfortable it felt like home. What you were sure of was that there was no point in trying to hide it anymore.

“Okay,” you sighed, relaxing into his arms much to Spencer’s content.

He kissed your forehead, releasing you from his arms and clasping your hand in his instead. When you two turned around to say your goodbyes, there were a couple of people staring at you, including Elizabeth. You shied away from their stares, noticing a blushing Spencer guide you through the crowd. Then you felt a hand grasping your arm gently, making you stop and see an old lady, who you recognized as the bride’s grandmother, smiling at you.

“It’s so beautiful to see such a young couple like yourselves be so in love with each other. It reminds me of me and my husband, we were married for 63 years until he passed away. There will be hard times, but don’t give up on love. I wish you two the very best,” she patted your hand and left, smiling.

You looked at Spencer dumbfounded, finding him looking at you already, a smile on his face. Spencer only squeezed your hand, leading you to the newlyweds before you two left the reception, looking for a taxi.

The ride to your home was silent, your hands intertwined as both of you looked through the windows in opposite directions. After you entered your apartment things shifted from 1 to 100 in a second.

Before you could understand what was happening, Spencer had you pressed between his body and your door, his lips hungry against yours. Responding in kind, your hands found his hair, tugging at it and making him moan against your lips.

Walking both of you to the couch, you gently pushed Spencer to fall against it, quickly straddling his hips before you could lose the courage to do so. Your kisses were greedy, his hands trailing up your thighs, hiking your dress in between his fingers.

You lost no time in freeing him from his jacket, and then his tie, making quick work of unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt, trailing kisses along his jaw and down his throat.

“Wait,” he mumbled, holding both your hands in his own, making you stop to look at him. “We need to talk.”

He was right. That was what you were here for in the first place, you were just too lost in each other and ended up caught up in the moment.

“Yeah,” you nodded, taking a deep breath, “yeah, you’re right.”

You two stared at each other for a moment before kissing again. It was too easy to lose yourself in him, but you really needed to talk so, despite your desires, it was your turn to part from him.

“Coffee,” you murmured against his lips.

Spencer nodded, eyes traveling down your figure as you got up, observing as you set your dress straight.

“Yeah, coffee.”

The two of you looked at each other for a moment too long and before you could change your mind, you turned around and left for the kitchen to start making your coffee.

Suddenly there was a presence behind you, strong hands at your waist pulling you close to his body while Spencer trailed kisses down your neck.

“What happened with talking?”

He turned you around in a swift motion, helping you up to sit on the kitchen counter and making quick work of standing between your legs.

“We can talk later.”

And then his lips were on yours and everything else faded to black. There was nothing but him, the feeling of his hands roaming your body, the taste of him on your tongue. It had always been easy for you to get lost in Spencer: in his words, the way he talked, his mannerisms. You shouldn’t have been surprised at how natural it felt to get lost in his touch, letting desire take over as you two melted against one another.

You were too hungry for each other, kissing and grabbing at whatever bit of skin was revealed. One of your hands rested against his chest, right above his heart, feeling his heartbeat, delighted when you noticed how each one of them matched yours. It was as if everything the both of you had gone through was supposed to end here, at this moment, when you were so in tune with one another that even your heartbeats were in sync.

“I want you,” he panted against your lips.

“Then have me,” you answered, before he joined your bodies, making you gasp his name, eyes closing as you gave yourself to him completely.

Waking up next to Spencer should have made you feel in the clouds but it had the opposite effect. Thinking about the previous night, you became worried that all that had been just a one-time thing, maybe the alcohol talking, some unresolved sexual tension that would probably dissolve now that you two got it out of the way. How would it be at work? Would it change anything? Of course, it would, there was no way you would be able to ignore what had happened. You hated how your brain simply wouldn’t let you be happy for more than two seconds.

Spencer stirred awake, slowly stretching his long limbs beside you before resting an arm around your waist, and nuzzling your hair.

“‘Morning,” he mumbled in a raspy voice, nuzzling your hair.

“‘Morning,” you answered, basking in his warmth and affection, forgetting your worries for a second.

Considering how averse to touch Spencer is, you were pleasantly surprised at how good he was with his hands and mouth. Despite the fact that both of you were a little tipsy, Spencer made sure to explore every inch of your body, seemingly as much touch-starved as you were.

Leaning in, he captured your lips in his, kissing you lazily as both of you started to process being awake.

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he said, leaning into his elbow to be able to look at you.

“What? Have a good night of sleep?” You joked, grinning at him.

Spencer smiled back, quickly tickling you, making you squirm and beg for him to stop. When he finally relents, you look at him, both of you wearing big smiles.

“We never got to talk last night.” You laid on your back, looking for his reaction.

“Do we need to? Because I think things are pretty clear after what happened.” He grins.

Playfully, you slapped his arm and silence filled the room for a moment.

“What now?” you asked.

“I think it is safe to say that we both want to try this out or we wouldn’t be here. So we do just that, take it slow, see what happens.”

Nodding, you snuggled closer to him. Spencer pulls you to rest partially on top of him, kissing your hairline.

“Do we need a label?” you asked.

“Not if you don’t want one.”

“Do you need one?” You asked, lifting your head to look at him.

“Not as long as I have you.” He answered, leaning in to peck your lips.

“Coffee?” You grinned, making him laugh.

“Coffee.”

Never in your life would you imagine that after one night, just one night, it would be so difficult to pretend that anything has happened between you and Spencer.

Of course, you were prepared for that when you offered to go with him to the wedding, but you also didn’t imagine that you two would end up in your bed, so you were kinda expecting that things would be less awkward. The team would ask how things had gone, and you would tell them how the party sucked and that was it.

Instead, you had to be careful to not look all lovey-dovey when you arrived in the bullpen, after having to part ways before going into the building to avoid letting people know you two have come to work together.

As you expected, Penelope was waiting for you as you stepped out of the elevator, dragging you to the Batcave before you could utter a word.

“Tell me, how was it?”

She was practically bouncing on her chair, excitedly waiting for your answer.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek before answering.

“Boring,” you answered.

It was partially true. You were never a fan of weddings, even more when you don’t know anybody, so the ceremony, even though beautiful, was not enough to get your attention. After the reception, though…

“Oh, common, you can do better than that.” She complained. “Was the bride beautiful?”

“Yeah, she was. Very traditional, white dress, pretty flowers and all that jazz.”

“And boy wonder?” She asked, a hint of mischief in her smile.

“Spencer was… Spencer.” Which was more than enough for you. “He was, you know, wearing a suit, worn out converse, just… Spencer.”

“And I bet girls were all over him.”

You chuckled a bit at that, remembering Elizabeth.

“Yeah, they were.”

“Nothing more for you to tell me?” she inquired.

“We got out of the party, Spencer took me home, and we’re here now. That's it. Nothing interesting to talk about.” You said, omitting the in-between Spencer taking you home and you two get to work.”

“That sucks,” Penelope complained, making you laugh.

“Sorry for disappointing you.” You shrugged, getting up and patting her shoulder.

“There’s always next time.”

You met Spencer at his desk. Looking around before approaching him, making sure no one was around, you nodded at him.

“JJ and Emily got me the moment I entered the bullpen.” He complained, making you smile in sympathy.

“Pen was waiting for me outside by the elevator.”

He hissed, opening and closing his hands, which you deduced was his way of avoiding reaching out to you.

“This leaves us with Rossi and Hotch,” he said.

“They won’t ask.” You assure him, before thinking again. “I think.”

“Maybe not to us.”

“Well, they do have the girls as a source of gossip.” You sighed.

“Derek on the other hand…” Spencer started, trailing off as you two saw Morgan enter the room.

He looked at the both of you like he knew something the others didn’t. And he did know, considering how he and Spencer had planned the whole “Lauren” thing.

Pretending nothing happened and ignoring the smirk on your friend’s face, you head to your desk, preparing yourself for work.

Not long after, you got him alone in the kitchen under the pretense of getting a refill, standing beside him as you stirred the fresh coffee in your mug.

“You’re gonna regret this.” You said, giving him a side glance.

“Regret what, pretty girl?” Derek asked, turning around to lean into the counter, eyes fixed on you. “Getting you and pretty boy together?”

“We’re not together.” You answered quickly, taking a sip of your coffee to distract yourself.

“Come on, you may have tricked the rest with your lies but don’t forget that I know everything about Lauren.” He grinned.

“Yeah, that’s the reason why you should watch your back.” You smiled sweetly at him, the slightest treat in your tone.

“Should I be worried, pretty girl?” He smiled back, sipping his coffee.

“Oh, I don’t know. You know how people are, someone could share some compromising photos of a certain agent when he was a child, or maybe tell your baby girl about you ignored her advice and went to dinner with that girl… What was her name? Oh, Vivian, right?”

“You wouldn’t.” He said, a hint of worry when you mentioned Penelope.

“Just watch your back, Morgan.”

It only took the time for you to reach the door for his voice to ring in your ears again.

“Or I could always tell people how our pretty boy and pretty girl are now a pretty couple.”

Not daring to turn around to look at him, you gripped your mug tighter, trying to mask 

“We’re not a couple, I already…”

He interrupted you, saying, “You arrived together.”

You gulped, closing your eyes and swearing mentally.

“We did not,” you denied.

“Pretty girl, I saw you two in the parking lot,” Derek explained, standing beside you.

“Derek, you won’t…”

“My lips are sealed.” He said, making a zip signal. “But if you wanna keep this low you two have to be more careful. Penelope might have bought your story this time but you know how she is.”

“I know, I know. She’s going to kill the both of us when she discovers this.” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose. “We just want to take things slow.”

“I’m not blaming you for not coming out in the open about this now, just take care.” He said, getting closer and placing a kiss on your forehead. “And just so you know, I’m glad that you both are figuring this out, whatever it is.”

You smiled, “Thanks, Derek.”

It was a slow day, with lots of paperwork and boring stuff.

“Drinks tonight. Who's game?” Emily asks, getting up from her chair and picking up her jacket.

JJ nodded, “I’ll let Will know that I’ll be out a little late.”

“You don’t even have to ask,” Derek said.

Spencer looked your way and silently agreed that going out for drinks with a bunch of profilers so soon wasn’t a good idea.

“I think I’ll pass this time.” You said, not making a move to leave. “Yesterday I had drinks enough for a couple of days.”

“Giving trouble to Spencer, huh,” JJ said.

Spencer blushed a little. “Just a little bit.”

Everybody laughed as you rolled your eyes, trying to avoid thinking about the kind of trouble you’ve had given him.

Morgan looked at you with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"Let's go then. Hotch and Rossi will meet us there in a few, I’ll go get Penelope.” He said, leaving.

“Spencer?” JJ asked.

“Not today, thanks,” he refuses.

“She really gave you trouble yesterday, huh?” JJ joked, before saying her goodbyes to you two.

“You have no idea,” Spencer mumbled under his breath, a smirk on his face.

You throw a ball of paper at him, making him laugh. After that, the both of you prepare to leave in silence, walking together to the elevator.

“My house or yours?” Spencer asked.

“Aren’t we going a little too fast?”

“Haven’t we danced around each other long enough?” He retorted, looking at you.

“Mine.”

In the end, going slow turned out to be far from what both of you wanted. When Spencer wasn’t in your apartment, you were in his, and it was becoming more and more difficult to hide things from your colleagues.

There were countless times in the past few months when you two almost got caught by them. The last one had been in the kitchen when the two of you were getting coffee and Spencer took the risk of taking your hand and his at the same time that Emily entered. You were quick to drop your mug as a diversion, but it was close enough to make the two of you try and distance yourself a little more at work. That seemed to work until one of the times the team decided to go out after a case.

You had roomed with Emily, making it impossible for you and Spencer to see each other for over a week. The both of you were touch starved, having missed each other more than anything despite having seen each other every day. That leads you to this fateful moment.

“So that’s what you two have been sneaking around these past few months,” Emily exclaimed, making you and Spencer jump away from each other.

“If we tell you that this is not what you’re thinking, it won’t work, right?” Spencer asked with his big brown eyes, looking as guilty as someone could be.

“Absolutely not.” She said looking between the two of you with a smirk on her lips. “We’ve been betting on how much time you two would be oblivious over the fact that we all knew.”

“You knew?” You asked and Emily nodded. “All of you?”

“The wedding, right?” She asked, making you try and get your jaw off the floor.

“Fuck,” you and Spencer spoke at the same time.

“Come on, lovebirds. Let’s go downstairs and meet the others for drinks.”

You looked at Spencer, that only shrugged, taking your hand in his so you could follow Emily to the elevator. At that moment, you thought that everything was falling into place. You had Spencer and that’s what mattered.

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Pairing: Law x Bratty fem!reader | Word count: 6.8k | Warnings: Smut ༝ male & female masturbation, oral sex male receiving, cum swapping, hand kink, slight medical kink

Synopsis: A persistent cold bothered you for a few days and results in Law treating you with all sorts of medicaments, leaving you disgruntled by the bitter aftertastes which burn into your tongue. Of course you are aware that this is only for the best, however, the surgeon decided to perscribe you furthermore, even though all the suffering has ended already. It's then, when you opt to give him a taste of his own medicine.

A/N: A little smutty OneShot. Do I need say more?

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

"You can't make me!", dodging like a pro boxer, you avoid the incoming syrup, aiming for your mouth. The spoon in the slender inked fingers takes back in seemingly defeat. DEATH has spared you. For now. The man who owns these embellished hands, stares you down coldly, steel orbs unwavering from your annoyingly squirming frame: "Quit your whining, (Y/n)-ya! You've been like this all week."

Crossed arms enhance your protest, pouting while you glare at the doctor towering over you: "And whose fault do you think it is?" It brings him over the edge, listening to your utterly thoughtless complaints and backtalk. His eye lid begins to twitch out of pure irritation, which prompts him in a low growl of disatisfaction.

"Who decided to take a walk at night in the rain? Without proper clothing?", he rumbles at you, rather calm, though his expression nearly resembles the one of a predator, a big cat hissing at you. You admire the surgeon's composure, yet also you love to watch him lose it. It is incredibely rare, but nothing can compare to a Law, all riled up, you could say, in one way or another. And why does it please you that much? Simply explained, it's the disgruntled scrunch of his nose and deep reverbing growl, threatening to tear you apart, if you won't quit this farce. If he can tease to his heart's content, so can you.

The raven's counter silences you for good though, not able to deny what caused you your cold. Still, it's been days since the symptoms have eased. Be that as it may, the doctor hasn't stopped perscribing you that throat clenching slab and sandpaper pills. As if he read your mind, he cocks a brow at you, tilting his head while growling through clenched teeth: "If you want to renounce my treatment,  fine. Don't come crawling on your knees when things get more serious."

You already know, that he doesn't mean the words he says in blinded anger, for he keeps on standing before you, not moving an inch until he hears an apology. Law is a devoted doctor, it's his passion to treat the wounded, the sick and the suffering. However, you won't begrudge him that easily. Not falling for his mind games.

Just rolling your eyes at the visibly upset man, who ever so slightly seems to inch closer to you, with a forceful push you shove him aside and walk past the tall and slender figure. The metal door creaks open. As you are about to leave, Law's voice calls out to you in faint desperation: "Oi wait. You can have my cookie, from Penguin's baking batch today. Let's call it a . . peace offering."

How suspicious. Not quite fond of his pronounciation and perception of 'peace', you snatch the sweet goodness out of his hand, which held out his apparent 'contribution' of truce. To be fair, you expected an apology, but this will do for the time being.

The sugar lets your lips curl in delight and you finally make your way out of the infirmary, however, before you get out of the doctor's sight, you hear a 'shambles' behind your back, close to a whisper. Homogeneous acid runs down your throat, where the tasty bits of crumbles were supposed to be transported to your tummy.

With the spoon in hand, that aimed at your mouth unrelentlessly a few moments ago, your expression turns and twists under the sour aftertaste prickling on your tongue. It's the medicine Law perscribed you over the last week.

Did he really have the audacity to switch the cookie with the syrup? Outraged you yank the spoon out of your mouth with a distinct pop and throw it at your Captain with brute force: "Trafalgar you- bastard! That's just gruesome!"

The little piece of metal comes flying at the tall man and he deftly catches it without effort, tutting at you with his trademark smirk: "Come now, let's not turn to violence towards our superiors. Same time tomorrow, dear patient?" Only snarling furiously at him as a reply, you slam the door shut. Now alone, he shakes his head in pure entertainment.

This means all-out war.

The next day

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here? You're not even on kitchen duty this week.", Penguin comes toddling over to the counter, watching you clean the dishes, after apparently creating something to nibble on. Curious, the cutely hatted man peeks over your shoulder to see what you made, but in vain.

You deny him that little survey of his and pack your mystery food away: "Sorry, that's just for me." - "Shucks, too bad. Your cooking's always so amazing. Make some for me too next time, will ya?" Giving the nosy boy a warm smile you promise him with a reassuring laugh. As he's heading out the kitchen once more, you straighten your clothes and take a quick glance at the clock.

"He should be searching for me now.", you utter quietly to yourself, awaiting a certain aloof 'medical practitioner', all tenacious in giving you the very much needed medicine. How delusional can one be? Those thoughts swirl around in your pretty little head, as a devilish grin plants on your face, for you have carefully forged a delicious plan.

Out of the blue, a deep voice rumbles at your back, answering your open statement: "And he found you." Startled you spin around, standing in your Captain's shadow, who only sneers at you gloatingly. That sadist. Yet, your shocked look smoothens out in a knowing smile all the same. It surprises your oh so beloved surgeon, nonetheless he just shrugs it off. "You know what time it is, right (Y/n)-ya?" - "Oh I do . . doctor."

What happend with temper tantrum (Y/n)? Is this really you? You would have made a run for it by now, but you didn't, to Law's bewilderment. Thus, he puts the remedies on the counter and you unexpectedly ready a glas of water for the pills. He'd like to remark, that this is a nice turn of events, still, he misses those pouty lips you make, everytime you're about to swallow those nasty sandpaper medicaments.

With ease, you gulp them down and face the confuddled Captain. "I'm ready for your next treatment.", awaitingly fluttering your doe eyes at him, you shuffle in place, wriggling your 'goods'. It is just now, that the slowly flustering man realises how undecent you're clothed. The top tight on your skin, revealing your curves and the cleavage lower than usual, your well formed chest being slightly pressed up by the seems.

Of course he has seen you in undergarments before at the regular health check ups and other, let's say close interactions. It goes without saying that this is stirring up something completely different within the supernova. Not the need to wreak havoc nor the need to mend, but to ravage. To ravage you. Inwardly cussing to his own bold thoughts, he brashly shakes his head to your notice.

"So? Will you give it to me?", obviously, this innocence is all enacted, but it works it's wonders. The man is entranced. The evident annoyance grows on the white hatted one's expression. Your coyness is practically palpable. Why does he find himself that much drawn to you?

His voice breaks slightly mid sentence, telling you to stop acting a fool. How you enjoy the abashment written all over him. Though he is worked up by your lecherous behaviour, he manages to pour the syrup onto the spoon and hand it over to you. "No, I can't do this on my own, doctor." - "Of course you can! Quit being a baby and-", he gets interrupted by you opening your mouth, waiting to be . . fed? Law's eyes widen in the faintest.

Seems like there is no other way around. You need that follow up medicine to be on the safe side and he doesn't bear the nerves and patience to stand and watch until you finally take it yourself. His inked hand brings the spoon to your cherry pink lips and intently follows your subtle movements.

A soft sigh coaxes out of you as your tongue subsequently twirls around the metal, leaving the doctor entirely dumbfounded. As if you feel his fixation on you, your up until now closed in indulgence eyes look at the surgeon through your long lashes.

His demeanor may appear indifferent, but it's the way his lips are standing agape, his chest beginning to heave more visibly and pupils expanding to your display of indisputable ambiguity. Hence, you let go of the spoon and show your gratitude with the sweetest of smiles, Law hasn't seen in a while on you.

This is where he comes to the conclusion, that there must be a downside to this, putting away the tool in absentmindedness. Every step you take and every smooth motion of your body makes the Captain's head spin. He questions his own sanity at this point, male instincts slowly but steadily taking over.

Now standing with a bowl at the counter, you take off the plastic wrapers, revealing the chocolate cream you made a few minutes ago. Law doesn't understand, sighing in unease: "What are you on about, (Y/n)-ya? That's not really good for your health." - "What am I on about?" You pause for a moment and put your index finger into the sweet and creamy dessert, about to lick it off the digit tantalizingly. With a devious smirk, you let your tongue gather the sultry chocolate, gliding slowly over your skin, all done while staring at the gawking supernova.

"I'm preparing your treatment. Look at you, the poor Surgeon of Death is all pale.", you coo sheepishly and the man before you snorts at your naivety. The so called 'paleness' you pointed out on him is only due to the ever so slightly crawling anxiety up his spine. He quickly retorts, tilting his head and mocking you with a raised eyebrow: "You must be out of your mind. The fever probably damaged your brain."

There is that annoyingly adorable face again, pouting at him pleadingly. Stiffening under your boring gaze, he doesn't admit to defeat, but compromises. Opening the nearest drawer to get a spoon, Law stops in his tracks as he realises there are none. Not a single cutlery is to be seen. Strange. Isn't Penguin on kitchen duty this week? It appears the Captain needs to have a word with his subordinate later on, yet your tedious lasciviousness occupies him to the fullest, oddly interested in what your 'evil scheme' leads to.

"Guess you'll have to use your finger too." - "How absurd.", it's no use to withstand your intrusive open opinion and he just does as proposed. A bit disgusted he dunks in his slim inked finger and watches as the cream slowly drizzles down, almost reaching his palm. Altough sweets aren't his prefered option, curiousity killed the cat, in this case, the doctor.

Before he can have a taste, a surprised hum escapes Law as he feels your small and warm hand wrapped around his wrist and you pull it towards you. Capturing his pretty digit between your plush lips, you basically suck him off. By the strange yet enticing feeling of your tongue wandering up and down his index, he can't help but struggle to supress a shaky whimper. It is truly a sight to behold, alluring little you enjoying herself, as if giving him a blo-

No, this is wrong. Law is about to pull away, however the spell has him bound to you. He starts to like your 'treatment'. Painstakingly slow, you open your mouth once more and your damp muscle follows along his strangely loosend finger, all the way up to the tip, where you stop. Hazed steel eyes narrow down at you: "Keep going."

You deem him to be a good patient, thus you decide to induldge him further into the sensation, your wet cavern close to swallowing him once more. A more audible groan emits from the man giving in to your seduction.

Footsteps, coming from the corridor's outside the kitchen, immediately let the Captain stiffen in panic, almost embarrassed already, though you haven't even been detected yet. The metal door swings open and a white furred mink, a red head man and a curly haired woman stand in the frame. "Weird, I thought I heard the Captain in here.", Bepo's ears twitch in wonder, convinced he perceived an odd sound of his superior's voice in this room. Shachi and Ikkaku shrug it off without a care and go on with their day.

At the infirmary

Luckily, Law was quick to react and warp you away from the possible faux pas. Hastened air intake restricts his ability to talk clearly, not to mention think clearly after what you have done to him. Glancing at his dirtied finger, he turns to you: "What's gotten into you?" - "I just perscribed you your precautionary medicaments."

Counting two and two together, he suspects the worst. You weren't even close to finished and you step closer to the man, who backs up, bumping into the examination table, trying to keep a distance from the lecherous vixen before him. Slyly smiling at the anxious white hatted one, you giggle with a hint of triumph and lean near his ear: "What's wrong doctor? I'm returning the favor."

It clicked in his head. For your unbearabley alluring voice purrs those words to him and your hot breath fans over his neck, he gets the idea of your pent up energy and rage, formed into a ball of temptation and hunger for revenge. All because he only fullfilled his duty as a doctor. It humors him immensely. "I'm just amazed by your 'medical' knowledge. Please, enlighten me with your . . ways.", his lips curl deviously and with a low chuckle he prompts you to release your inner demon, your gripe against this smug son of a gun. He is literally asking for it, enjoying it nonetheless.

Despite the fact, that he figured you out, the crave to give him a taste of his own medicine doesn't cease within you one bit. The fun begins.

Utmost care guides your palm to his forehead: "Let me take your temperature, you're all red." Indeed, he is to the slightest warmer than supposed to. Oh, why is that, you think, chuckling inwardly. You can't help but to slide your hand down along his sideburn, cupping his cheek. "It seems you have an increased temperature. To be sure, I'll commence a 'different' measuring technique.", soft and playful, you hum at Law. Is it just you, or did he shiver by your touch? Might explain the goosebumps slowly forming on his skin, almost spreading all over his body.

Gustily, you place your thumb on his chin, subtly fondling his goatee and you ask him to say 'Ah'. What would you give to take a picture of the instant his expression sunk in itself, seeing what you had in mind of using as a 'thermometer'. Relaxed and loosend up, your index finger prods at his lips: "Come on, Trafalgar. Open wide for me." It's official, your Captain will think twice, before going overboard with your future treatments.

For one, he will have to concede, that you are an insufferable patient, willing to kill their own doctor. A shame, he enjoyed your cute wannabe dangerous faces by all means. The most reasonable option, is to never ever overprescribe you again. Yet for two, if he wants to tease you to the brink of oblivion, watching you go insane, would he be willing to pay the price? The price, he is effectively paying this moment? All that contemplating opts in giving him migraines. Therefore, he decides to play your little 'game'.

Carefully opening his mouth, his gaze concentrates on your ever so painstakingly slow approaching digit, threatening to enter his warmth. At first, his eyes squeeze tight, by that strange feeling of your squirming finger drifting along his tongue. Surprise claims him, as he hears a fleeting sigh of satisfaction coming from you. With your free hand you nudge on his jaw, signalising him to completely close his agape lips: "Darling, I can't take your temperature properly, if you gawk at me like that."

Then, the wet heat engulfs your finger entirely, your voice yielding in a sensitive whimper. Law's body either ignites or freezes up completely, he cannot tell which is more accurate, or which is worse. However, that sound you just made, he is determined, enthralled to hear it again. Thus, the doctor sucks gently on your velvety skin. Pride swells his chest, as he achieves what he is aiming for, another short gasp leaves you, low and sweet mewls follow subsequently.

Who is treating who now? You pull your finger out of this greedy man's mouth and give him an theatrical frown: "My poor surgeon is burning up," you tug every last button of his royal blue vest open, the fabric slides aside, revealing his black lined embellishment and uncontrolledly contracting abs: "but I know the perfect remedy for it." The wild sensations of your fingers tracing his torso appease him and the way you soak in the view enhances his self-confidence.

Abruptly ripping the clothing off his shoulders, he throws it somewhere across the infirmary and anticipatorily awaits your next move. Your doe eyes blink at him a tad bit abashed by his sudden decision to tag along and you pour more oil into the already ablaze flame: "You must be seriously ill, if you want that cure so badly, Captain." - "The only ill things about me are my thoughts. Better hurry up, or else I'll take over the procedure."

It's his cocky manner of holding himself before you, that gets you going. Seeing how he begins to straighten his upper body in a mixture of discomfort and pride, showing off his lean body to you. Very much pleasing to the eye, so much so smooth to the touch, will it be just as delicious to the taste?

No better way than to find out by spreading those legs for days apart and push yourself closer to the now confounded man, peering at you from his seat on the examination table. "Before I treat you accordingly, let me make sure your heart rate is alright.", your lips press onto his sternum, where the jolly roger has been eternalized, grinning at you. From there, you follow the curling and twisting lines, covering his chest, leaving a trail of hot kisses behind.

The strong beat of his heart catches your attention and a low supressed, yet satisfied rumble emits from underneath his ribcage. Done with your last exam, you're keen on nourishing him the long needed, the oh so awaited medicine: "Take these off for me, if you would be so kind, my dear Captain." Fingers hook into rim of his pants and drag at the seems, animating the excited man to pull the tight and spotted fabric down.

Taking back, you enjoy the show, Law nervously fumbles around with the button of his jeans. How is it, that exactly when it matters, simple things like these turn into the most difficult of tasks. He groans: "How humiliating." A cheeky giggle reverbs from within you, amused to see this aloof male struggle.

"Better?", sitting on the table's edge with only his underwear, tenting from his arousal, he raises an eyebrow at you. No, it's not enough. To his question you shake your head and cross your arms, tilting your head with a smirk: "All of it." You swear you could have heard him swallow hard to your unmistaken directive.

It is true, that you and the doctor had shared a few moments of intimacy, however this is something completely different, new even. Law's mind was, and still is filled with this exact happening, after the both of you enjoyed eachother's company to a somewhat close and wholesome level to this point. This is where his male instinct starts to overflood him gradually, for he verily is looking foward to relish in your feminine charms. He knew the time would come, yet he must confess he wouldn't have guessed for it to occur now. Right here in his infirmary.

Overwhelmed with lust, he does as told and his boxers reach the floor, just like his pants. In satisfaction you let off a soft 'Mhm', a noise resembling to a symphony to Law's ears. "Aren't you handsome?", you praise, easing your posture by loosening your crossed arms. Usually, patience is a virtue and highly regarded by your Captain, your audacity to test it though, is riling up every fibre in him. With fluster heating up your cheeks, you turn your attention to his errection: "Anticipation is the greatest joy, wouldn't you say?" - "I promise you, it will turn into far more than just fervor."

A barely audible crack in his voice, reveals to you, how urgent it appears to your dear patient. It is apparent, this is the cue to initiate the next step. You deliberately motion a beckoning gesture and demand Law to touch himself. Without thinking twice, not even questioning your query, the tattooed hand reaches tormentingly slow for his hard on. Trafalgar's gaze never wavers from you, only faint flutters of his lashes blurr his vision. Hitched breath lets his chest heave erratically, mouth agape, air being pushed through his marginally chapped lips.

What a sight. At this rate, you feel your own arousal dampening your underwear, not far from walking up to him and take matters into your own hands. Patience (Y/n), you have a goal.

Encouraging Law further with a warm expression, desire reflects in your deep e/c eyes as you watch his palm glide along his length up and down, again and again. "Look at you, so attentively following my instructions." - "Don't get over your head, darling.", your sassy remark is prompting him to give you a laschivious smile, huffing in blended amusement and stimulation, a hint of sarcasm rolling of his tongue as your newly received name falls.

Your jeans flow down your legs and pools around your ankles on the floor, panties come shortly after. Law stopped pleasuring himself to observe you closely, seeing your plush thighs reveal. How long has he waited to finally get to drown himself by that view. No doubt, he can already tell, this is his absolute favorite part of you, yet he unabatingly keeps his lustful gaze on your upper half. There is something else he would like to get a concept of.

The tight-fitting fabric on your upper body slides upwards, delicate skin captivating the doctor. The higher you pull your shirt up, the more he craves you. In a distinctive bounce, your breasts fall out their restriction. Their fullness, their soft lines and perkiness present beautifully before him. Of course, Law has seen countless people naked for clinical reasons, men and women. Be that as it may, it doesn't mean he doesn't long for a body of his own, a person sculpturing his preferations, able to press the right buttons and enjoy the outcome. You fit his description of perfect, it goes without saying.

There you stand, your fingers drifting over the surface of your frame, igniting him from within. "Who said you could stop, my love?", you coo at the Captain, who struggles to hold in a dreamy sigh, or better, overpowered low moan, deftly answering in a deep rumble: "The nerve. Will you get on with it already?"

How needy. For once, you grant him that wish and you tread over to him. Moderately, Law's aching member gets stroked again, with every inch you step closer he picks up the pace. Control and composure has left you, only thoughts of making this man lose his mind sticks in your head. Thus you grab his thigh and lean towards him, his face not more than a breath away, your forehead pressed against his.

"We've waited long enough, haven't we?" - "I agree, though you must admit you'd be a terrible doctor, sweetheart.", the tension is palpable, as you playfully bicker at eachother. It doesn't need long, for you to finally place your quivering lips against his. From small and timid pecks, to longing and sultry lip-locks. A string of saliva building a bridge between your tongues everytime you pull away to quickly fill your lungs with air again.

Law's head spins from the luring thrill of your smooth kisses. His teeth graze at your cherry like skin, subsequently giving it a desirous bite, tugging on your bottom lip to hear your melodious cries. Moans fill his ears, leaving him enraptured by your appeal. All while the both of you give in to eachother, you sense his fist float over your lower abdomen, working on his excitement in his lower regions, slow and steady.

Carefully, you kiss his cheek, getting tickled by his sideburns and give his earlobe some well deserved care. Soft nibbles shift to greedy bites, earning a satisfied groan from the Captain. His golden earrings rattle lightly as you pick at them. A shudder runs down Law's spine from the rousing feeling on one of his weak spots. Sweetily you whisper: "Side effects may include haziness, over sensitivity and weakness of the limbs." The doctor smirks to that wannabe professional description and replies right away pretensely: "Isn't that concerning. You better do your job right."

Taking back, you give him a last passionate kiss, tilting your head to deepen the affection. Before you get to proceed your plan, his arm slings around your waist and pulls you closer to him. Your chest now right infront of his face. That takes you by surprise, as you feel his yearning lips caressing your silky skin of your chest, occassionally sucking and biting to mark you as his. Law's head lifts to face you and you recognise that smug look he throws at you: "Enjoy the control as long as it lasts, your brain nourishes on a placebo, which I'm about to extract from you, as soon as your little girl's dreams are fullfilled."

That is exactly what makes you go insane about him. His drive to stay in charge, dominance being the crux of his pride. Gladly, you steal a portion of Law's dignity, wanting to see his ego crumble under your touches. Despite that, you give him a chance to let him 'speak' his mind. Your fingers glide through his raven hair, beguiling him to whatever he craves to do to you.

Appreciating your invitation, his tongue runs over your nipple. It's precisely what he wanted to hear, your mewls and whimpers, as he encloses the wet circles around your swollen bud, capturing it with his mouth. The lewd sounds of his lips smacking and sucking on your reddened skin, promotes you to raise your voice. Low whines turn into ardent moans. He found your weak spot to his sheer pleasure. The way you tremble under his ministrations sends him to cloud nine, loving his control over your body, knowing how to make you feel good. No, it's not just your body, you in total, are all his now.

Teeth prod on your sensitive nipple, pushing you over the edge, your digits rake into his scalp in overstimulation. Showing mercy on your tit, his other free hand hovers down your sides, ending between your legs, experimenting with you and trying to lure some sort of reaction out of you. Perhaps a tad bit too harsh you swat his adorned hand away, chuckling at his failed attempt: "This area is off limits, Trafalgar. At least for now."

Law likes how bossy you can be, though you remind him rather more of an angered kitten, instead of a powerful lioness. A strange comparison, if given some thought to it.

Palming both of his thighs, you watch how he keeps on jerking off in front of you, curling your lips at him. That sneeky expression you muster, overflows him with hunger. What are you up to now? You get on your knees and draw small circles on his legs with your thumbs, granting him slight comfort. The hand stopped pumping once more, but didn't undock from his throbbing shaft. Law narrows his gaze down at you, the usually cold now softened into mellow eyes, following your every move.

Oh, he knows what comes next and it's something he might have dreamed about, once or twice. "My love, you're in the way. I'm not able to treat you properly, if you hold onto your most delicate part like this.", you jestingly purr at him while biting one of his fingers, which is wrapped around his hard on. Your hot breath fans over his lower abdomen as you tug on his digit ever so gently. It's not just Law, who is all needy and filled with laschiviousness apparently.

"I'm afraid I cannot let my guard down around you so easily. Yet, you're tempting offer is hard to decline, so . . " he allows you access to what you long for, awaitingly observing how you lower yourself on him. The tease that you are, pecks his tip tantalizingly, gathering the excess precum on your lips.

Unintentionally, the doctor holds his breath, concentrating on the plushness, that is about to engulf him completely. With utmost care, your tongue gives his red bulb preliminary kitten licks, earning a long supressed deep whimper from the man, already giving in to your tenderness.

His tip slides further into your mouth, your lips now enveloping around the rim of the head. Down and down you go, painstakingly slow and sensual, making Law genuinely lose his mind. How you deliciously coat his dick with your saliva, naughty sounds emitting from your tongue as you begin to move. Not certain if you heard correctly, but you think you perceived a breathy and long drawn out 'Fuck', for his air intake falters from weakness.

Supporting his posture with one hand propped on the examination table, the other one hooks into your hair, the grip firm yet gentle, attentive to your limit. From utter bliss, Law's jaw slacks and his head rolls from side to side and back, his grunts muffled in cause of his lips being bitten down to. He doesn't dare to open his eyes, however it's the god damn curiousity in him, urging him to fully witness the display of pure lust and desire towards him.

And there he sees you, affectionately letting your lips and tongue dance over his cock. "Call me orthodox, but god's forbid you're gorgeous.", he mutters, faint moans escaping him in between words. Your hand runs down your own body, coming to a stop at your core. The mischevious and knowing glint in your eyes warns the Captain that you're about to unleash something far more greater. Oblivious to the upcoming, Law looks at you with confusion apparent on his face.

Thus your index and middle finger swirl around your damp pearl, your moans increasing in volume with each stroke, wanting to prove how desperatly you need him. Your true intentions to all this, fading for a fleeting moment. Despite his lower sounds of contentment, his groans sync up with yours, incapable of holding in. Each time your pleasure emits out of you in form of vibration around his errection, he can't help but to return the harmonious favor.

Knowing how vocalisations are triggering the pleasure center, if his medical knowledge doesn't abandon him, who is he to deny you this luxury to you. For what he heard about you, enthusing his voice in all excitement, whenever he simply spoke to you, there is nothing better than to grant you that wish of hearing him yield to you, to make you feel wanted, truly loved.

You need more. Law's dick hits the back of your throat, making you gag and tears begin well up, threatening to flow down your cheeks. It couldn't get any better than this, he thinks to himself. Carefully tucking stray strands of hair away from your face, he gathers your h/c coloured locks in his fist to take a better look at you, as you suck him off so engagingly.

Lower and lower your lips go, your nose hitting his abdomen with every take. The man's hips begin to buck up against you, overwhelmed with the sensation. In ecstasy he asks you, small whimpers interrupting his train of thoughts now and then: "You want me to reach the end so desperately?" With a distinct pop, your mouth detatches from his soaked length, throbbing from the abandonment. Your lover's question tickles you. Again, you go for the next level and grab around his shaft: "I want see how you look like with your seed spread all over your delectable abs, darling."

Now pumping his cock, you watch how Law melts by your touch. This is a different kind of pleasure, however he isn't opposed to it, not at all. The welcoming shiver over his whole body signalises him that it doesn't take long for him to climax. By the way you look at him, your sweet moans, it's fogging up his mind to it's entirety.

Still, it's not enough and you command him to propperly lay down on the examination table. Without complaints, he heaves himself onto it with ease and you're quick to follow, taking a seat on his lap, straddling him. Unable to resist, his fingers dig into your love handles and you lean down to level with his face, soaking in this handsome man's warmth.

Your labia teasingly glides along his length. What matter of a sadistic woman are you? This sets Law's body aflame. About to adjust your position and prod his aching dick against your entrance, you keenly deny the indirect query. A meak whimper resounds from the man below you, as you nibble on his collarbone. He's at his limit.

Law must release the tension, he wants to fill you up to the brim so badly and you dare refuse? However, your hips begin to grind, glazing your essence onto his member. As if it's magic, his inward complaints disperse into thin air. The squelching sounds animate him to mirror your movement and he drags his tip over your clit. Drunk with desire, he listens how you chant his name. All pent and riled up, he only wants ravish you. Possessed by his male instinct, he grabs you by your chin to face him and intertwines with your lips. The kisses are sloppy and fervent as the both of you rub up against eachother, leaving you a moaning mess.

As he takes back from your lucious cherry skin, he muses: "You vixen. I'm about to lose it." - "Then allow me." It is not just him, who is about to blow. Straightening your back, you're able to hasten your movements, the friction growing unbearabley pleasurable. In addition, you wetten your fingers to again tease your clit in the process.

Lazily, your pussy wraps around Law's shaft, it's pumping turning you on and on. "Fuck (Y/n), don't stop.", he groans at you uncharacteristically, observing how your body begins to quake. The Captain's not far behind, with every thrust, the knot in his stomach grows bigger, ready to shoot.

It is the sultry tone in his almost broken voice, that does it for you. Oh, how you find him alluring, it is beyond you. Your orgasm rushes over you like a powerful wave, the build up was quick, but the output was far greater than expected. Together with your passionate groans and sighs of relief, Trafalgar praises you softly: "Yes sweetheart, oh god yes, cum for me." Gushed out fluids spread over his hardness, which throbs strongly in response.

Trembling, your body dwindles, legs violently shaking from your high, still pleasuring your beloved, tenaciously holding out for Law's finale. Sweat trickles down your skin and the love juices stick to your thighs, the wetness squelching with every move you make. To the Captain, this moment could last forever. You riding him, all spent and delirious, lovingly smiling at him in total bliss.

Without question, you are adorable, it crosses his mind very frequently. So much so, that he considers to ask you a rather intimate matter, after all this 'treatment talk'.

His hand reaches for your sternum, running up and down your chest and stomach, admiring your beauty. Not expecting another nibble session, your lips attach on his finger again and he intently stares at how you seductively lick his embellished fingers and backhand: "Handsome devil, give me more. Show me how much you like the remedy." These ambigious words leave you in needy whimpers and mewls, looking at your flame with love and captivation.

That's it. Law squeezes his eyes shut, your name falling out of him in overwhelm and haziness. It is approved, 'dirty talk' is indeed a giant indicator for the pleasure center. His hips buck at you unrhythmicaly, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the infirmary's thin walls, however the doctor's unexpected pornographic moan beats every noise reverbarating in the room.

The man's climax paints his stomach white, his seed running down his sides. Weary huffs and curses muffle into your neck, as you lay on top of him, nuzzling your cheek against his, affectionately riding along his orgasm.

It takes a moment for the both of you to come back to your senses. For a reason, Law cannot quite fathom, you abruptly get off his lap and rush to your pant pocket, searching for something unbeknownst to the doctor. "What in the-", before he can end his utter disbelief, you're back on his lap again and place your hand on his arm.

An object pokes his skin, which you press against him, feeling weak out of the sudden. Hold on. That seems oddly familiar. Sea stone? There is no way to get out of your grasp or even move an inch. Shock plasters his expression and you grin sweetly, owing him an 'explanation': "Let me finally give you a taste of your own medidicine." - "What are you scheming you-"

Finally, you are able to give him what you believe to be of his earning. The sole issue - if he’s able to ‘shamble’ himself out of this, presumably he’d call it a mess, he most certainly won’t hesitate to do so. Hence, sea stone, to make your malevolence truly worth your while.

With your fingers, you gather the white fluid off his belly and prompt him to open his mouth. Complaints and swears come flying at you, nonetheless you chose to ignore them and hint your doctor to better do as told, or else this stone won't find it's way back to sea, ending up as his new accessory. Only obliging your demand in pure spite, he gives your digits a long sweep with his tongue, staring at you with those cold steel eyes, brows knitted in an irritated manner. "See? Wasn't so bad. Same time tomorrow, dear patient?", how you love the sweet taste of revenge, but you must admit to yourself, the scene playing before you is quite errotic, feeling that similar heat, that faded only moments ago, rising up in your body again.

Semen flows down his chin, the goatee catching it before it’s about to drip further down. Oddly enough, anger and aggrevation aside, you recognise a trace of shame and arousal in his expression, cheeks flushed to the faintest. Is he actually enjoying this? “Oh Trafalgar, didn’t know you had a thing for-“ - “If you earnestly think I take pleasure in consuming my own ejaculation, you’re severely mistaken . .”, you muse at Law, who barks at you through tongue twirls and breathy swallows.

After a few laps and strangled gulps, victory swells your chest in pride and you rid the stone of his arm. Oh what a mistake. Immediately after you put that rocky item away, strong arms turn you around onto your tummy, harshly lifting up your ass and calloused fingers spread your slightly pinkish cheeks. Law’s threatening shadow towers behind you: "Let me refresh your memory, my heart. I call the shots around here. And that little placebo of yours? Hate to break it to you, but I just bursted that delirious bubble.", he growls at you huskily, while leaning next to your ear from the back.

The drama queen that he is, positions himself at your entrance, his errection already up for more and his lips curl menacingly by the view: "Let me perscribe you some more."

For the future you took a mental note: “Leave the treating of patients to the professionals.” He made sure it is thoroughly burnt into your bratty head.

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[warm-love-darkness]

What Jax would say to you in bed....

Adults Only +18

Warning: Spit, rough s3x, ownership, words said during s3x

Adult only content

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Jax obsessively: "Who does this pussy belong to? "

You softly:" mm...ouch.. fuck..."

Jax : *spits in your mouth*" I SAID WHO DOES THIS PUSSY BELONG TOO???"

You *Extremely ready to burst* Jax.. always ... fuck..mmm..you ".

Jax: "Who does this throbbing hot cock belong to bitch?"

You *rolled eyes*: "mmme...please..please let me cum..it's mine."

Jax thrusting harder and causing you to curl your toes. Bite down on your lips. Hitting your cervix.

Jax: "If you ever leave me I'll k*** you... if you ever let anyone touch your pussy... I'll k*** you.. this is mine.."

𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖁𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖘

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[jotaromane]

bouncer! thorkell x fem! reader

this os does not take place in the original universe, but nowadays, precisely in a nightclub, i got this idea when i went to one for halloween lmao, i hope you’ll like this os anyway this os is a little longer than the others because i just had too much fun writing the clubbing part 

tw : unprotected sex ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; one night stand ; in a car

You just couldn't miss that night at your favorite nightclub. Indeed, the owners teased a night “2000s music only” on social media. You and your friend were so impatient to go. You did a before at your place, so you didn’t spend all your salaries by buying drinks. 

-I think you’ve drunk enough for now, you said by grabbing his glass from your friend’s hand. 

-I… i’M nOt DrUnk ! he stuttered. 

-Thorfinn, let’s go, you cut short. I don’t want to miss a single song. Imagine what would happen if we miss Poker Face… 

-You would never forgive me, he smiled. 

Thorfinn was your best friend. You met him at college, where the two of you were too shy to start meeting new people. You were forced to do a presentation together, and you instantly became friends. You discovered student life with him : bars, nightclubs, going on trips… It was reassuring to have him in your life. 

You approached the entry, and lucky for you, you didn’t have to stand in line.  -How’s my makeup ? you asked him. And my outfit ?  -You look gorgeous, as always ; don’t worry. What about me ?  You took his face in your hands so you checked if the glitter on his eyes had moved.  -Perfect, you said. I can’t believe you accepted to wear makeup ! 

You were now at the entry, facing two bouncers. They were very tall, and even if you came at this club often, you've never saw them. One of them was a true giant, blonde haired. His percent eyes met you and Thorfinn.  - Good evening, you said. Can we go inside ? -We’re dressed for the occasion, Thorfinn intervened. 

-Mh, said the second bouncer with no emotion in his voice. You can go. Have fun. 

The club was full, you couldn’t walk without bumping into someone. But the music was just as you expected, and you had a lot of fun with your friend. Due to your proximity, people would obviously thinked that you two were together, so nobody tried to importunate you.  -Stop calling, STOP CALLING ! you sang. 

-I don't wanna think anymore…Thorfinn responded while miming a phone with his hand.

-I GOT MY HEAD AND MY HEART ON THE DANCEFLOOR ! you both screamed more than sang. 

A few hours passed and while clubbing, you ordered so many more drinks, and Thorfinn started to feel sick because of the alcohol. You took him to the toilets, and he threw up while you were holding his long hair into a messy ponytail.  -Gosh, you said. That’s disgusting. What did you eat recently ? Shrimps ? 

-Sorry… he mumbled. Maybe I drank too much…

-The hangover will punish you, don’t worry.

You helped Thorfinn clean his face and you went back to the dancefloor, but the mood was gone. It was nearly 5am and most of the people were gone or too tired to dance. 

-I’m gonna call an Uber, you said as you left the club. 

The fact that there was no music anymore helped you think and manipulate your phone, even if the alcohol made your gestures unprecise.  -He’s on his way, you averted Thorfinn. 

-Okay, thank you, (y/n). It’s always a pleasure to hang out with you. You’re really my best friend. I wonder how my college years would have been without you… 

-Okay, okay, you said softly by patting his back. You’re my best friend too. 

You didn’t notice, but when he heard the words “best friend”, the blonde bouncer locked his attention on you. In fact, he had targeted you from the moment he saw you arriving at the club, but he thought you were with your boyfriend. But he decided to play it cool and pretend he heard nothing.  -Hey, lovebirds, he said to you. Do you guys need help ? 

-You… You’re talking to me ? 

The alcohol in your blood made your heart pulse when your eyes met his. He truly was huge.  -You’re very tall, you said like a curious child. 

He smiled, discovering some large teeth.  -And you’re very drunk, as I can see.

You looked away and saw Thorfinn join you.  -Yeah, you admitted. Maybe we took too many shots inside… 

-How do you and your boyfriend come home ? he asked, knowing the answer. 

-He’s not my boyfriend ! you tried to articulate. 

-For sure, Thorfinn added, nearly proudly. I can’t imagine having to live with her 24/7 ! 

You pretended to slap him.  -You are the unbearable one ! Remember our philosophy : no engagement before our 25 ! After that, if we’re not engaged, we will get married, not before ! 

-Of course, the bouncer said. Due to your age, you must make the most of life while you’re young. 

-Exactly !! you shouted, touching his shoulder. You’re totally right…uh…What’s your name again ? 

The bouncer raised an eyebrow as he felt your contact on him. Your hand was just so tiny on him. You couldn’t even cover one of his pectorals with your palm.  -My name’s Thorkell. 

-Thorkell…you repeated. What an original name. 

The Uber driver arrived at this moment and was stationed in front of the club. You opened the door and Thorfinn literally threw himself in.  -After you…you said ironically. 

-Sorry, (y/n). My feet just hurt so much. All this dancing stuff… 

When you started to sit in the car, Thorkell took your arm and forced you to watch him.  -I told you my name but I don’t know yours, he noted. Would you like to tell me around one last drink ? 

He smirked and you blushed. You never met someone this tall and intimidating. In fact, he was kind of hot. Maybe a little older than you, but who cared ? You looked at Thorfinn, silently asking for his opinion.  -(y/n) ! he sighed. Every FUCKING week ! Go, if you want to. But text me regularly. And you… 

He stepped out of the car and stood up in front of Thorkell.  -If you dare to hurt my friend or make her do things she doesn’t want to…

Thorkell threw him a look that meant “Don’t worry” and “Fuck off” at the same time, you couldn’t interpret it because of the alcohol. But you knew that Thorfinn wasn’t laughing at all. You kissed him on the cheek, and without taking his eyes off Thorkell, he kissed you on the forehead.  -Have a good time, sweetie. If you have any problems, you call me. I’m serious. 

-Sure. I’ll text you. 

The Uber got started and you turned back to Thorkell. He was patiently waiting for you, car keys in his hand.  -Don’t worry, he said. We don’t drink when we’re working. I can drive. 

-Drive to…? 

-Oh, I thought you would have understood that I’ve planned to take you to my apartment.

You were not against the idea, even if you knew nothing about him. One life, you thought.  -I don’t know, you smiled. Are you going to kill me in your basement ? 

-I promise I won’t.

Thorkell’s car was actually as big as his owner. It was an impressive black Range Rover.  -Wow, you whispered. 

-That’s my baby, he said proudly. I worked hard to afford it. So be careful with your heels when you get into it. 

-Sure. 

You sat on the passenger seat, and Thorkell was next to you. He was so close, you could observe him in detail while he drove out of the parking lot. He had some large hands, his nails were cut short and perfectly clean. He wore a black turtleneck pullover that suits his square jaws. His beard was neither too long nor too short.  -Are you staring at me ? he asked. 

-Uh, no, no… you mumbled. 

-Because I did, tonight. I noticed you as soon as you arrived at the club. You and this boy seemed to be very close. 

-Thorfinn is my friend, nothing more. We’re clear about that. 

-Fine, he concluded. 

He drove safely, so you authorized yourself to text Thorfinn instead of watching the road. “In my prey’s car. Everything’s fine. You ?”. As usual, Torfinn responded nearly instantly “Fine. Be careful, this man is truly a giant, he could easily hurt you.” By reading the message, you couldn’t help but think that if Thorkell hurted you - just a little - with these giant hands, you wouldn’t mind. At this thought, your legs started to squeeze. You knew why you were here, and so did he. 

Thorkell made the move for you, and placed his hand on your thigh. You said nothing. He ascended slowly to approach the spot, and your breath became short. You could feel your body preparing itself. All of your body got goosebumps.  -Your skin is so soft, he said with his eyes focused on the road. You know what, fuck off. 

You were concentrating on the contact of your skins, so at first you didn’t realize he had stopped the car in another parking lot. It was deserted.  -I know this place, he assured you. Nobody would disturb us. The windows are tinted. 

-Then what are you waiting for ? you teased him. 

Thorkell looked at you and you could tell he had hunger in his eyes. You thought back at the size of his teeth. God. 

He slipped up your dress so he could take off your pantties. He threw the underwear away and immediately his giant hand covered all of your cunt to caress you.  -Can we kiss ? you asked. I like kissing people.

-As you wish. 

His lips were surprisingly soft. You pushed your tongue into his mouth as he inserted two of his colossal fingers into you, making you gasp while kissing.  -Uhm… Like that, huh ? he growled against your lips. 

You nodded and took his face into your hands to intensify the kiss even more. He slowly caressed your g-spot, knowing exactly where it was. You whimpered and started sweating a little. 

-You hot, sweetie ? Let me undress you. 

Savagly, he pulled the thin straps of your dress to reveal your breasts. His eyes opened wide.  -How beautiful…he whispered. Can I ? he asked with a desperate look. 

-Please. 

Just as you expected, Thorkell wasn’t a gentle man when he had sex, especially in the back of his car. He ran to your nipples, by taking one in his mouth and squeezed the other between his thumb and his index finger. You arched your back to meet his contact more intensely. His other hand was still working on your intimacy. It was so good. You passed your hands through his hair and pulled them gently.  -Don’t be shy, he said against your skin. Pull my hair. 

After a little time, Thorkell raised his head to you, and his golden gaze made you melt on the leather seat. -And now, do you want me to eat you, little brat ? 

His eyebrows raised as he was waiting for your permission. -I… I don’t know ‘cause we danced a lot so I think I sweated and maybe the smell is…

-Let me tell you, lady, that I absolutely don’t give a damn. You want me to make you cum on my mouth or not ? 

You shivered as his words, and nodded by biting your lower lip.  -That’s what I thought, he teased. Put your back against the door so I can properly spread these gorgeous legs. 

His assault on you made you moan loudly. His large tongue circled your clit with appetite, and you tried your best not to scream, as his fingers still worked in you. You could hear him trying to keep his breath calm, but for sure he was so excited to. Your moans turned him on a lot. -Don’t be so loud, he ordered. Take this instead, you brat. 

And without any warning, he inserted his other index finger in your mouth. Immediately you sucked on it, circling it. Your eyes closed and your eyebrows frowned, you could feel your orgasm coming.  -Thorkell, you said. I’m…

-I know, sweetie, he cut you short. I can feel it by your pussy beating on my mouth. Delicious. 

Your orgasm striked you and you couldn’t help but squeeze your legs around his head, but he actually seemed to love that. 

You thought you were going to rest a little after that, but you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.  -I assume that everything in you is huge, Thorkell, you teased. 

-You don’t have an idea, he smirked. Do you want to taste it before I fuck you like the pretty slut that you are ? 

He took off his clothes and you could barely believe it. You’ve never seen someone this big. All of his body was disproportionate : his shoulders, arms, even his legs were enormous. He wasn’t a normal human. And you could tell by the size of his erection, waiting for you. -Take it, if you dare. 

You posed your lips on his tip, took a deep breath, and started to swallow his cock, but you couldn’t take it all. Tears shone into your eyes as you sucked him the best you could. Thorkell sighed loudly. -That’s it, you little bitch, so desperate for my cock, huh ? 

You nodded, still sucking him, your saliva poured out of your mouth. He started moving his hips to make you take all of it, but you gagged loudly.  -Gonna ruin your pretty makeup, he promised while grabbing your neck. My turn to pull your hair, princess. 

He caught them so he could see your concentrated face working on him. His precum filled your mouth deliciously. You moaned on him, eyes closed to appreciate his taste and size.  -Slow down, or I’m gonna come in your mouth, I don’t want to. Nah, you know what, I have a better idea… 

He took your face in his hands so you couldn’t escape his animal gaze. He smiled largely, discovering his teeth.  -Want my cock inside of you, you slut ? 

-Ye…Yes, you gasped. 

-Ask properly for it, he demanded.

Your desire made you tremble, you felt your body so ready to take his length.  -Please, you said. Please, fuck me. 

-I like seeing those pretty eyes begging. Wanna see them while I fuck you. Ride me. 

You placed yourself on the top of him, and he took your breasts into his hands. He teased your nipples with his thumb making tiny circles on them.  -So hard for me, he murmured for himself. Are you ready ? 

-Please, you said desperately. 

He pushed himself into you inches by inches, taking a long sigh from you. You’ve never been filled so full by a man. Thorkell’s size left no space. -Be gentle, please, you asked. At first. 

-Don’t worry, darling, I’ll give you the time to get used to me. 

His movements were slow but deep, and you whimpered without any restraint, holding yourself to his shoulders. Your breasts were bouncing in rhythm. Thorkell thought that he had the most beautiful view in the world. - Now, go faster, you begged. 

-What a needy slut, he smirked. As you wish. 

With one hand, he caught your hair and reversed your head back. With the other, he strangled you so your breath was shorter. His thrusts now pounded you with no mercy.  -Move on it, he demanded. I know you can. 

He took your head back near his, and whispered in your ear. 

-You think I didn’t see you move on that dancefloor, you little brat ?  I know what that ass can do. You were having fun, didn’t you ? 

-Yes, I did. But my legs kind of hurt now, I…

He didn’t wait for your response and grabbed your ass so he could do the job himself. Due to his strength, you couldn’t help but start sobbing with pleasure. He noticed that and licked your tears away.  -I’m not done with you, you slut, so don’t you dare collapse on my cock or anything. I’m going to finish you properly. 

You started feeling weak, taking his cock was so exhausting, but it was also delicious. You managed to hold your explosion a little more. A strange fog covered your eyes. Thorkell saw it and slapped you.  -What did I said ? 

You didn’t answer. Instead, you looked him in the eyes, and they opened wide, as he slowed down.  -What, princess ? he worried. Did I hurt you ? Do you want me to stop ? 

-No, you sighed. Don’t stop, please… But slow down, please… I can’t take it anymore, I’m gonna come on your beautiful leather seats. Remember, this car is your baby. 

-You mean you’re gonna squirt ? 

-I… I think so… 

Thorkell’s eyes shone like you just told him he won at the lottery.  -Oh Lord, he mumbled. Would you let me take you to this state ? 

You gathered your last strengths and continued to ride him, as a response. He smiled, and rubbed your clit with his thumb. Only a few seconds later, it was too much for you, and you started to squirt over him, but he didn’t seem to care.  -Come on baby, you’re just too sexy moaning for me ! 

Your legs were shaking in an out of control way. Thorkell immediately slipped out his cock of your body and his seed squirted on your belly. He let go a long growl, as he caressed your face. You kissed him passionately. It was so good.  -Damn, he said, trying to catch his breath. That was an experience. 

-I agree, you murmured in his ear. Thank you for worrying about me. 

-Anything for a lady. 

Thorkell drove fast. You searched your phone at the same time.  -Do you want to rest at mine ? he asked. It’s 6am, your friend is probably asleep. 

-Hum, you responded. Why not. I’ll still text him so he doesn't worry when he wakes up. 

You texted Thorfinn “Prey’s under control. Gonna sleep at his apartment and then he will drive me home.” You focused on Thorkell again. -Did you like it ? you asked. 

-I loved it, baby, he smiled while placing his hand on your thigh. Usually, I don’t see my conquests again, but what if we… 

-Broke the rule ? you completed. I think I’m okay with this, I you’re able to fuck me like that everytime. 

Thorkell squeezed his hand around you, making you gasp.  -You don’t know a thing about what else I could do to please you, darling. 

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The Inverted Spire is a dark fantasy choices-matter visual novel with themes of redemption and self-discovery in a brutal dystopian world aimed for an 18+ audience that may not be suitable for all players.

You play as a mind-reading goblin mage whose citizen score has fallen below the threshold of social acceptability.

The Spire is an unearthly architectural marvel stretching many leagues below ground. It has no known origin, and has been altering the surrounding landscape into an unlivable wasteland.

Your Council has been sending groups of prisoners into the structure for decades with the stated intent of investigating and destroying it. This is the sole opportunity for wards of the state to have their crimes forgiven, scores reset, and citizenship fully reinstated.

None have ever returned. But you, and the six others who have been 'volunteered' alongside you, are determined to be the first survivors.

The interactive novel is created by N. A. Melamed. You can support them on Ko-fi and follow their progress on Twitter and Instagram. Currently, their game is downloadable only on Windows and macOS.

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