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h-c-u · 1 year

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Was it ever really love?

Summary: You break up with your fiancé, and right after you throw your engagement ring at him, you go to Toto's room...

Pairing: Toto Wolff x fem!reader

W/C: 6.3k

Rating: +18, age gap, size kink, dirty talk, light dom/sub, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, edging, choking, drooling, biting, breeding kink

TWs: dubious consent in the end (the reader is so consensually fucked out that TECHNICALLY she's not in the right state to agree to anything)

A/N: I mean... So that happened. Exactly what's in the rating. You are responsible for the media you consume, so if you're not into it - please scroll away :) Oh yeah, and it's like 90% smut.

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- Isn't it enough that I am telling you that I've never cheated on you!? - you were sure everyone in neighboring rooms and the corridor heard what you were fighting about.

- Apparently, it's not! How can I believe you if you're always with him!? You always run to him to sign something, pass the documents, and make sure he remembers about the meetings! For fucks sake, you do that even in the middle of the night, when you're in bed with me!

- Yes, BECAUSE THAT'S MY FUCKING JOB! IT'S LITERALLY IN THE DESCRIPTION BECAUSE I'M HIS FUCKING ASSISTANT!!! - you couldn't help raising your voice, because it definitely wasn't the first time you were fighting about it.

- OH, AND YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT YOU'RE THE ONE ASSISTANT NOT FUCKING THEIR BOSS!?!? - this conversation wasn't going anywhere, but neither of you was going to stop now.

- YES!!! THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I AM TELLING YOU!!! - the stress of another lost race was getting to the both of you, and it was just too much. - Wait. Is that what it's all about!? You don't believe me, BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING YOUR OWN ASSISTANT!?!? - it suddenly hit you, and you started to connect dots in your head quicker than Sherlock Holmes. - Oh my fucking god, you are... - you had to sit down not to fall over.

- What gave you that idea? - he asked much quieter but equally angry.

- And you're not even denying it... How the fuck I could have been so fucking blind. Maybe you're right, maybe I was spending too much with him to notice that you are SUCH A FUCKING BASTARD. YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! YOU CHOSE THE FUCKING DATE! - you stood up again and with a speed and intensity of a tornado, you started throwing your things in your bag. - YOU CHOSE THE FUCKING VENUE!!! – fortunately, you didn't have much to pack, since it was supposed to be just a weekend trip. - YOU STARTED MAKING A GUEST LIST!!! - you moved to the bathroom to get your things from there, and he didn't even try to stop you. - ALL THAT, WHILE YOU WERE FUCKING SOPHIE!?!? - he still hasn't denied that, and that was all you needed. - You know what...? - you closed the zipper of your bag with such vigor that you almost broke it. - We're fucking over, I'm done. And just so we're fucking clear - I never slept with him. Not even fucking once, you motherfucker. - it wasn't the best of your insults, but you no longer cared. You took off your engagement ring and threw it at him. - Here, give it to Sophie, I bet she'll love it since she took you second hand. - he didn't even try to stop you when you took your things and left. You were still fuming, and you honestly didn't know what you were supposed to do.

If anyone looked at you, they would be hit with a ricochet, and that wouldn't be good for anyone if you wanted to get another room in this hotel. And then it hit you. You knew exactly what you were going to do.

You marched down the corridor to the suite you were in so many times and with determination on your face, you knocked at the door. It was already late, but you knew he wouldn't be sleeping just yet, so you weren't afraid about waking him up.

- Y/n..? What do you need? - the door finally opened, and you had to look up to look Toto in the eyes.

- Funny you should ask. I need you to fuck the anger and frustration out of me. - you surprised not only him but also yourself with your boldness.

- I'm sorry, what? What about...? - he was clearly meant to ask about your now ex-fiancé, but you cut him off.

- We just broke up. - you motioned to the bag hanging currently on your arm. - So? Are you going to do it, or will I have to find someone else? - the adrenaline from the fight was still running high in your veins, that's why your voice wasn't shaking.

Instead of responding, your boss grabbed the strap of your bag and used it to pull you closer. You couldn't help but smile when you kicked the doors closed and he pushed you against it. You didn't even notice that the bag landed on the floor because he was already kissing you hungrily as his life depended on it, and you gave in... Well, at least for now.

His arms caged you against the door, which with his much taller figure meant that there was no way you could get away without him allowing you to do so. While the kiss was frantic and impatient, his other moves were much more calculated, because he put his knee in between your thighs, and started rubbing your crotch through the thick material of your jeans, but even that was enough to make you moan into his mouth, which only made him smile.

- If I knew you were such a horny pretty little thing, I would have done that much sooner... - he growled, bit your lower lip, and pulled on it, and you had no choice but to follow. And you did…

You kicked off the shoes off your feet and grabbed the front of his shirt, stopping him from moving further toward the bedroom, and while your bottom lip, was still locked in between his teeth, you aggressively sucked and bit his top lip, while reaching for his hands and putting them under your ass. You didn't have to say anything more, because he lifted you exactly when you jumped and locked your legs around his hips, which also meant that your faces were on a similar level now and he no longer had to crook his neck at the uncomfortable angle just to kiss you.

While he was walking in the direction of the bedroom, you started to unbutton your Mercedes-branded shirt, revealing a soft, see-through white bra, which left very little to the imagination. It didn't have any complicated lace pattern, but as soon as Toto saw it, he stopped kissing you and with his teeth grabbed one strap and pulled it down, and then the other, making it easier for you to take it off completely, but you knew he did that just to indulge himself because he didn't break the eye contact even for a moment and gave you a cheeky smile right after.

When the top part of your wardrobe landed somewhere on the floor, you finally moved to his. Due to the position of your hips, you couldn't unbutton it all the way, but he was already ahead of you. Sure, he could put you down, but the other option seemed much more fun, so he tossed you a bit higher into the air and moved his left arm, so now your ass was resting against his forearm, while his right was snaking under the white material. You pulled the shirt up just as his hand was on its way back to your butt cheeks. You maneuvered the material around his head and down his right arm, so he could take it off completely, and when he did, you were finally able to feel his hot skin clashing against yours. You could almost hear the blood rushing through your veins when you rubbed your whole torso against his. which got you a low growl deep from his chest.

You rested one hand on his shoulder, while the other found its way to the back of his neck, and you pulled him closer, catching his lips in yours. It was scarily easy to lose yourself in him, but right now you were far beyond caring and there was no time or space for any feelings between you two right now.

Only a few seconds passed since you kicked the doors closed, yet somehow it felt like a small eternity filled with so many sensations... The taste of his tongue on yours... His natural scent filling your nostrils and making you lightheaded... His hot skin under your fingers and against our body... His hands, kneading your ass while gently moving you up and down, forcing you to grind against him... His rough kisses leaving your lips puffed and oversensitive... It was like he knew exactly what you needed and was giving it to you without any questions.

- Be a good girl and unbutton your jeans... - he whispered in between the kisses, and you happily obliged, sliding your hands over his naked torso, until you got to the band of your trousers and undid both the button and the zipper. He slowly moved first one hand under the material and then the other, so there was another point of skin-to-skin contact, and you realized you were finally in his bedroom with his legs touching the edge of the bed.

He gently put you on the sheets; the tenderness in this move was contrasting so much with everything both of you were doing up to this point, which surprised you a bit. Especially when he slowly started pulling your pants and underwear down, kissing, licking, and biting every new patch of skin that showed up on your right leg, and it somehow turned you on even more. And when you were completely naked in front of him, he went right back up, marking every part of your other leg, until he stopped on the inside of your thigh, so close to your core.

- Are you sure you want this...? - he asked quietly, giving you one last chance to back out. And you knew that if you chose to do that, he would have never mentioned whatever just happened. But you not only wanted it… You needed it. You needed to get rid of all emotions, to forget, to throw away all the stress and anger currently bubbling under your skin.

- Yes, I am sure... And don't hold back, I need to feel anything but emotions. - you added, although based on his actions leading to this moment, you suspected you didn't need to.

- Your wish is my command... - you couldn't help but smile at the sight of the devilish grin that sprawled on his lips, but instead of being rough and messy, like he was just a few minutes ago, he started gently licking your slick from the outside part of your folds... You could feel the scratch of his unshaven five-o-clock shadow on the inside of your thigh and his warm breath just where you wished his tongue was, but he was merciless and meticulous as if he wanted to savor every little part of you. And with every lick and every gentle suck, you were getting more and more sensitive, so when he finally dove in, you were already panting, grasping the sheets in your hands, and you simply couldn't stop squirming and bucking your hips, even when he bit the inside of your thigh as a warning.

So instead of following your unpredictable moves, he wrapped his arms around your thighs in an iron grip so you weren't able to move your hips even by an inch... And he went right back down, pulling you flush against his mouth and keeping you there, no matter how hard you tried to react, to move even closer, or away from the sudden overstimulation. His tongue was circling around that sensitive bud, focusing a little bit more on the place just above it and it made your vision go white.

- Ffffuck... Just like that... Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop... - and he definitely didn't. He also didn't slow down or sped up, because he was experienced enough to realize that when a woman was telling him not to stop, it didn't mean to change anything, so he did just that until your whole body curled up. You squeezed his head with your thighs and grasped his hair with your hands so hard, that it actually hurt, but even then he didn't stop completely, licking your juices while you were trying to catch your breath, and when he felt your body relaxed in his arms, he picked up the tempo again, determined to make you forget everything but his name.

The sounds his tongue made in between your soaked folds were lewd and obscene, but you didn't have time to focus on any of that, because you could feel the second wave approaching much quicker than the first one. This time you looked down, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw his piercing dark eyes drilling into your soul with such intensity... You realized you won't be able to walk straight after the things he'll do to you, and just the thought of it was enough to push you over the peak and you couldn't help but to break the eye contact, because your eyes rolled back...

You could feel the electricity running through your body until it reached every single nerve ending, sending you into such an overstimulated state, that even the slightest touch hurt. His arms locked around your hips felt as if they were made of metal, his tongue was made of fire, his 5 o'clock shadow became rough sandpaper, the sheets under your back were made out of tiny spikes, the air in your lungs felt like steam and yet... He didn't stop. And what was more important - you didn't tell him to stop... You wanted him to pull you to the top and push you over it again, and you knew he was more than capable of doing so. And he did just that... Only this time you almost blacked out from the intensity of it, but you could still feel the release of the accumulated pressure deep inside you. You didn't process why, but you felt him chuckling against your skin, and only then you realized that he was actually swallowing your release. Which could only mean...

You almost immediately hid your face in your hands from embarrassment... It was supposed to be a quick one-night stand with your boss, an act of revenge towards your ex-fiancé. But here you were. In his bed. Squirting.

Toto finally released his grip on your hips, so you could move again, but before you were able to do anything, you felt the weight shifting on the mattress, and you could tell he was crawling up.

- Such a tasty little pussy you have there... You've been holding out on me, dear. - he said in a voice deeper than you've ever heard him use, while slowly moving your hands from your face above your head, where he held them both in only one of his, while the other found its way under your chin and forced you to look at him. - Here, see for yourself... - he growled and leaned down to kiss you. Technically you could turn your head away, and tell him to stop, but after coming three times in a row, most of your inhibitions went out of the window.

You could taste yourself on his tongue... And honestly - you were pleasantly surprised. It was a bit sour, but not overwhelmingly so, with a hint of actual sweetness. You didn't know what you were expecting, but it wasn't this. And even though the taste quickly faded away from both of your mouths, you couldn't stop kissing him, while his free hand slowly traveled down your body, taking a short stop to gently squeeze your nipples, but when you bucked away from his touch there, he stopped and pulled slightly away so he could look at you, his eyes instantly full of familiar softness.

- Are you in pain? Tell me. - he demanded, and you wanted to hide your face again, but it would be hard at the moment. He didn't know you well enough to know what your boundaries were, and he didn't want to assume anything.

- I am not in pain... - you whispered. - Well, not like that. I'm fine, I promise. It's just... They're really fucking sensitive when... - you could feel your cheeks heating up.

- When...? - he urged you to finish that sentence.

- When I'm ovulating. So, if we could skip touching them, I'd be grateful. - you wanted to end this conversation as quickly as possible, but his devilish grin told you that he already had a plan.

- No touching it is... - he echoed. - At least for now... And tell me if anything I'm going to do will be too much. - you nodded, and as soon as you did, he moved a bit lower, so his face was lined up with your breasts. He very gently blew on one of your nipples, the cold air making it slowly tense and rise, which made you blush. No one ever showed you this kind of attention, so it was completely new.

You couldn't take your eyes off your boss, who was currently letting his saliva drop from his mouth directly onto your nipple, and as soon as it touched your skin, you felt the soothing coldness, which made you rapidly suck a substantial amount of air through your nose. Just as you did that, he gently blew on your wet skin again, and you couldn't stop a soft moan that escaped your mouth.

He continued doing that to your breasts until both were covered in a cold, slick mess, and you were squirming under him, because it just felt so good... You knew it shouldn't be, but somehow, he found a way to make it hot.

- I am going to touch now, but as soon as you tell me to stop, I will. Do you understand? - he asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, hands still above your head in his iron grip. He started on the outside of your breasts, gathering what was left of his saliva, and the contrast between your cold skin and his hot tongue made you arch your back, pushing everything closer to him, in search of that sensation again.

He was using just his tongue and his lips, making sure not to accidentally scratch your skin with his cheeks or chin currently covered in a rough stubble, since you've said you were sensitive to the point of pain. Your body was asking for more in such a pretty way that he couldn't say no, so he tested the waters and very gently run his tongue directly over your nipple, and when he heard the loud, obscene moan that left your lungs... It went straight to his cock. But tonight, wasn't about him... It was all about you. And he wanted to spend time getting to know your body better; to see how it reacted to his touch, where to push, press, where to pull, and what to do to get a reaction out of you.

You didn't know that, but he thought about having you for so long... All the long evenings together, you always being so close, the white branded shirt hugging your every feature so nicely... How could he not? There were times when his fist was closed around his cock as soon as you left the room, your subtle scent still present in the air, and he honesty couldn't count how many times he thought about you in the morning, under the shower, in the garage, in his office... So many places to fuck you, but you were unavailable… A forbidden fruit hanging so low, that he could practically taste it... But you were happily in love, and even though he knew he could make you much happier than that idiot, he didn't dare to do anything. Until you fell from the tree right onto his lap, and you were all his to take, to mark, to...

He let out a low growl to stop his thoughts from galloping where they shouldn't, instead focusing on your beautiful moans while he very gently sucked on your nipples, blowing on them from time to time to soothe the pain with coldness, and never spending too much time just on one... After all - he didn't want to hurt you, just to test your boundaries. And by your reaction, he could tell that he was far away from breaking you, so he slowly moved his hand down and gently rubbed your overstimulated clit, making your back arch into his touch.

You were relaxed enough from the previous orgasms, that he could start stretching you with not one finger, but with two, dividing his attention equally between your breasts and filling you in search for this sweet spot on your front wall, and when he found it... Music to his ears...

He would have never suspected that you would be so vocal, but here you were, moaning, begging, pleading, screaming for more, and he just couldn't refuse, so he added the third finger, filling you up more. There were tears streaming down your cheeks, leaving behind light streaks of mascara that was supposed to be waterproof. Gentle pain was mixing with extreme pleasure, his soft tongue and his rough fingers, his hot body and cool air... All the extremes were colliding with you in the exact center of it all. You were ready to fall apart, just to be built up again, and as if Toto was in your head, he began to put more pressure on your clit with his thumb, and that was enough to pull another orgasm from you, and you suddenly found yourself sitting and tightly holding his head against your chest, with your face in his hair. You didn't register when exactly he let go of your wrists, but you were finally free to touch him, to feel him, and you took full advantage of that, letting your hands run over his back.

- Fuck you're good... - he didn't say anything, the smirk on his face telling you everything you needed to know, and you shook your head with disbelief because you couldn't believe the cockiness. He knew he was a confident man, but this was different... - Thank you for that... I should... - you started, but the fingers that were still inside you started slowly moving again, making a beaconing gesture against your wall, and you inhaled sharply once again.

- Oh, darling... I'm just getting started... Have you honestly thought that I will just eat you out, stick a few fingers in your pussy, and that will be it...? - he teased you, playing just the right chords on your body. - Now that I finally had you, tasted you... I'm not letting you go so easily. - if his thumb wasn't putting constant pressure on your clit and his long fingers weren't filling and stretching you so nicely, maybe you would have been able to form coherent thoughts and say something. - And it would be a shame if your pretty little cunt missed out on something else stretching it and filling you to the brim, hmmm...? - you dug your nails in his shoulders because that was all you were able to do. He was learning your body so quickly and skillfully applying that knowledge in practice.

You were a perfect mess... Panting, too exhausted to even moan, and he hasn't even properly fucked you yet. Your hair was sticking to your face, and your whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat, which was supposed to cool you down, but the fire he lit inside you was too strong, too hot, too overwhelming... It engulfed you whole, and there was no coming back; not when you knew how he could treat you... Just before he made you cum for the fourth time, he stopped, and the needy cry that left your lips was music to his ears. It was right then and there that you realized there was no chance that you wouldn't be back for more. And he was more than willing to give you everything you needed...

- Toto... Please... - you whispered against his neck, your hands holding to his body for dear life, so desperate for him to finish what he just started, but the devilish grin on his face told you that he had other plans. He gave your body a moment co calm down just enough so his next touch wouldn't push you over the edge again, and he started to tease you once more, this time purposefully missing that sweet spot on your front wall, while his fingers were still filling you ups so nicely, the burn of stretch almost completely non-existent. His thumb was grazing your clit from time to time, just enough to keep you on the brink of orgasm, but not enough to give you the release you so desperately wanted. And he kept you in that state for so long, that all the thoughts slowly started to disappear from your head, leaving behind only flaming heat and want.

- Oh, look at you... Such a desperate little slut and just for me... I bet he never got you to that state, didn't he...? - you could only shake your head, his words barely reaching you. – You’re so cock starved that you would let me do anything with you, just to have me inside you, wouldn’t you...? - you nodded enthusiastically and tried to reach down to unbuckle his belt, but he swatted your hands away. - Tell me first... - you weren't in a state to make any decisions... When your friends told you that they sometimes felt like a feral animal in heat, you thought it was just a figure of speech, but here you were... So overstimulated yet so filled with a specific need that your thoughts weren't your own; all that mattered was getting filled. - Would you let me cum inside of you...? Fill you up so much you would be leaking for days...? - you had no control over your nodding head, but everything he was saying sounded amazing. - Put a baby in you, mark you in every way possible so everyone everywhere will know that such a perfect little cunt belongs to me? - you weren't sure if you even stopped nodding in between questions when he was peppering your neck with soft kisses that felt like butterflies made out of fire, and you could have sworn that every little kiss left behind a bright red mark, but that wasn't possible... was it...? - You truly don't know what I'm talking about, don't you...? - his devilish smirk only made you giggle. - Oh baby, we're gonna have so much fun... - he growled and finally got his fingers out of you, brought them to your mouth and you started to suck on them eagerly, chasing that newly familiar taste, while he undid his trousers with one hand and freed his cock, but you were too focused on the fingers in your mouth to even realize what just happened.

Only when you felt something smooth running slowly in between your folds, you realized that you were finally about to get what you needed. You gently bit his fingers from excitement, because you had no other way to release all the emotions bubbling under your skin, and as soon as you did that, he took the fingers out of your mouth and roughly grabbed your jaw to the point of pain. He forced you to look him in the eyes while he was slowly entering you, with your lips parted in the shape of a perfect "o".

Even though you were drenched, and he took his sweet time preparing you, there was still some pain. Not enough for you to ask him to stop, not in the state you were in, but enough for you to need a moment to adjust, which he seemed to understand because instead of moving, he leaned and placed a soft kiss on your lips, such a contrast to the words he said just a couple of minutes ago.

You wanted nothing more than to grind against him, but being pinned down under him made that difficult, although he seemed to read your thoughts, because his hand slipped down your body until it reached your knee, brought it up, and pinned it to the mattress, opening you up even more, making the burn a bit more manageable. And then he slowly started to pull out... At first, there was still that uncomfortable feeling, but as soon as the head of his cock run over that sweet spot on your front wall, your whole body twitched.

- There it is... There is my greedy little slut... - he whispered with a satisfied smile on his face. If you were able to think, you would probably wonder how the hell he managed to stay so composed while you were a leaking mess with nothing behind your eyes, but all you managed to do was moan when he entered you again, slowly picking up the pace, and moving his eyes down. - You're taking me so well, darling... Your pussy looks so beautiful all stretched out around my cock, I really wish you could see it in all its glory... - his words were entering your brain with one ear and almost immediately leaving with the other, but that didn't matter... What mattered was the fact that you were so close you could almost taste it, and every time he dragged his head in and out, he was getting you closer and closer. - One day I'm gonna fuck you in front of a mirror just so you could see up close how perfect your cunt looks with me inside you, but for now... - he moved his hand from your jaw to your hand and brought it to your abdomen, covering it with his own there. At first, you weren't sure why he did that, but then you felt it... Your skin was bulging and stretching every time he entered you; you could feel the outline of his cock and now you regretted you haven’t seen it before he started fucking you.

And then he caught your gaze, and put more pressure on your hand, and by extension - himself and this simple thing were enough to send you rushing in the arms of another release, while he was holding your hand in one place with an iron grip. He didn't even slow down when you squirted again, wetting the bedding and his trousers with your release, he just pushed and pushed, and pushed, until you had nothing else to give, and yet he still managed to take even more.

He changed the positions a little bit, wrapping his arms under your shoulders to find more leverage, and started hammering into you at a brutal pace, while you were still high on your last orgasm, and you weren't even able to form even a simple "please". With your walls still spasming around him, it didn't take him long to finish, and when he did, he pushed deep into you, holding you in an iron grip, so there was no chance you could escape even if you wanted to. He harshly bit the place where your shoulder met your neck, leaving behind a mark that would definitely bruise soon, and just as he did that, you could actually feel his warm cum spraying against your wall, which ticked just a little, but that was the last thing on your mind.

He was still panting when you moved your hand to his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. No words needed...

Eventually, he turned around, pulling you on top of him, careful not to slip out of you... His arms were wrapped tightly around you, keeping you in place, while your legs were spread around his hips.

Slowly but surely, your brain started to become your own again… You placed your hands under your chin and started thinking about the consequences of what just happened.

- Toto...? - you eventually said, your voice deep, raspy, and almost broken from all the moaning, screaming, and crying.

- Hmmm? - he asked, not even looking at you, but his thumbs started gently caressing your skin.

- Do you really want a kid? - he raised his head and looked at you with his eyes barely open.

- Not just any kid... - he replied. - I want you to bring our child into this world. And I don't want to stop just on one... - he smirked, and you smiled in reply. He knew that about a year ago you tried to get pregnant with your fiancé, and how excited you were to be a mum. A few times he was the one to actually drive you to your appointments, but even though everything was ok with you, you never managed to get pregnant with your now ex, which - from today's perspective - was more than fine.

- Then we better make sure it will take... - you knew this was crazy, but you actively chose not to think about it too much, which wasn't that hard with Toto's hands gently turning you around, switching your position and moving both of you from the wet patch of your doing, so both of you were on your side with your back pressed tightly against his torso. He finally kicked his damp pants off completely, so both of you were naked.

Even before he started slowly grinding against you, he was already growing inside you, which was a sensation you’d never felt before. You could feel your juices mixed with his release slowly dripping out of you and around him, but he did his best to fuck it right back into you. His left hand was on your abdomen, so he could feel himself through your skin, and he gently wrapped his right around your neck, putting a small amount of pressure. Not enough to cut either air or blood supply, but enough so you could be always aware of its heavy weight there.

This time he moved much slower, savoring every feeling, and focusing more on himself than on you, but you honestly didn't mind. Even though your thoughts were much more coherent there were still stumbling in that pleasant fog filling your mind. You moved your hands to cover his because you needed to hold onto something, and it seemed like the most logical option to not let go of reality because everything felt like a perfect dream. His moves were hitting all the right spots, forcing the air out of your lungs, the warmth of his breath pleasantly hugged your neck, where he put his head, while your own was currently resting on his shoulder, your lips so close to each other, that one turn from either of you would be enough for a kiss.

His movements were sloppy and irregular… You weren't able to predict when his hips snap again and the tip of his cock would grind against your g-spot, so you couldn't prepare for it and all you could do was react to whatever he was doing to you. This time both of you were much quieter... No loud moans, no screams, no desperate cries, it was much more... intimate - with barely audible whimpers, deep breaths, and unspoken pleads and promises.

It took him a while to widen his movements so more of him was leaving your body, which made you hook your feet behind his calf in involuntary reaction because you honestly didn't know what you wanted or needed to do. You just didn't want this moment to stop...

You finally turned your head and caught his lips in a messy kiss, while his movements quickened, and his fingers put more pressure on both your abdomen and the artery in your neck, slowly restricting the oxygen supply to your brain, making it even harder to think, but in the end... wasn't it exactly what you asked for...?

You weren't sure if he was able to manipulate your body to that degree or control his own so well, but he squeezed your throat harder and pushed on your lower abdomen at the same time he reached his peak, so the two of you came in the exact same time. As soon as you felt your walls spasming around him, he released the grip he had on your throat, allowing a fresh dose of oxygen to flood your brain, making your orgasm much stronger. You felt the muscles in your legs tense up, and your hips pushed back, taking his cock even deeper. Your back so hard, that he actually had to use his muscles to hold you in place...

And then you collapsed in his arms while he held you flush against his body, gently rubbing your abdomen with his fingers, like he was trying to ascertain if he was able to already get you pregnant. Logically he knew it wasn't possible to tell that fast, but it didn't stop him from imagining a new life already growing inside you, the mere thought of it making his cock twitch.

When you finally came down from cloud nine, you reached back and put your hand on his neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss, trying to turn around, but he didn't let you, because he didn't want to risk even a drop of his cum leaking out of you.

- You did so well... - he whispered straight into your ear. - Your pussy took me so perfectly that nothing in the world could compare, and I'm never letting you go... From now on - you're mine. Do you understand? - the growl in his voice should scare you because even so fucked out you could tell that there was something dangerous behind it, but somehow... His claim on you made you feel... safe. So instead, you smiled and nodded in reply, and he started to leave deep red hickeys anywhere his mouth could reach in that position.

Your whole life had just changed...

And you couldn't help but love it.

A/N 2: Please don’t feel obligated/pressured to reblog, because I write mostly for myself. A comment would be appreciated though :)

Love,

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h-c-u · 1 year

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Come here, loverboy...

Summary: Mav's first time being dominated by his partner.

Pairing: sub!Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x dom!fem!reader

W/C: 3.9k

Rating: +18, orgasm denial, dom/sub, spanking, light choking,

TWs: Bodily fluids, blood

A/N: Started writing it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetite. (not even a crumb of plot)

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Maverick gave everyone the impression that he was this cocky and confident pilot, but you saw right through that when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. He was the brattiest brat you'd ever seen, and he simply needed someone to put him in his place.

Sure, at first you made him think that he hooked and sunk you, so the expression of confusion when you left the bar without even saying goodbye was even more delicious. He chased you and still tried to swoon at you, but you only cooed at him dismissively.

- I don't need a brat to take home with me tonight, love. - he didn't know that yet, but you'd indeed had plans for him, just not the ones he was thinking of, and you were more than willing to wait. Although you had a sneaky suspicion that you wouldn't have to.

- What? I'm not a brat! - he seemed genuinely offended at that notion, but something clicked in his brain.

- Oh, but you are. - you gently patted his cheek, observing how his expression changed. - Find me when you're ready to be a good boy, love. - and with that, you were off, leaving him in your rearview mirror. It wasn't long before you saw a motorcycle closing in behind you and following you to your house. You knew of course it was him, because who else could it be...?

When you exited your car, he was already off his bike, not sure what to do next, but you didn't help him. If he wanted to be a good boy, he had to at least show some initiative in that.

- I am a brat... - he finally stated; his voice confident, even if quiet, but he wasn't able to look you in the eye.

- And...? - you asked after a long break. After all, if he really wanted something, he'd have to work for it; you weren't just another one of his conquests.

- And I'm ready to be a good boy... - he said a bit quieter, still unable to raise his gaze. You didn't say anything, just crossed your arms on your chest and looked at him expectantly, so when he finally looked at you, he was met with clear disappointment. - I'm ready to be your good boy, ma'am. - he said, raising his chin up as if he tried to hold onto the dignity that was currently slipping through his fingers.

- Doesn't really sound like it, love... - you just shook your head disapprovingly and sighed heavily. - But let's see what can be done with you... Follow me. - and he did. Just a few steps behind you right through the threshold. You closed and locked the door behind both of you.

- Kneel. - you've said, and he looked at you, pure surprise on his face, but one raised eyebrow from you was enough for him to follow instructions and fall to his knees, which was met with a satisfied hum from you. - Stay here. Knees apart, hands behind your back, eyes up. - and he changed his position to the one you demanded. He acutely observed your every move, even as small as undoing small buckles on your sandals, but he didn't move, even though he wanted to crawl and undo them with his teeth for you.

But then you disappeared from his sight... At first, he was a bit amused, but then he heard the sound of running water in the distance and he realized that he smelled of cigarette smoke and cheap bear, which wasn't the best, and it made him uncomfortable enough that he started to wriggle on his heals, unsure what the rest of the evening entailed. He was getting impatient because he was following your instructions and didn't get anything in return. He started to get up, to at least check on what you were doing, but unfortunately for him, you came back just as he was on his feet, frozen in a moment like a deer in headlights.

- If you want to leave, I'm not holding you hostage. You know where the doors are. - you've said, evidently giving him time to change his mind, but he only hung his head in shame and went back to his knees. - Do you have a preferred safeword or any hard noes? - you asked, not moving from the place you were standing.

- No, ma'am. - oh, so he was really fresh to this. You sighed gently.

- Quick course then. Never say you don't have any hard noes, especially if you haven't tried anything. - he blushed a little bit because he was trying to hide from you exactly how new to all of this he was. - We're gonna use the standard color scale tonight, and I will be checking with you from time to time, even if you won't be using it. Green means that everything is ok, yellow will make me stop and check in with you, and red is a hard stop. I will always abide by them without any questions or comments. Do you understand? - he nodded. - How are you with pain? - the question surprised him because apparently, the thought didn't even cross his mind when was telling you that he didn't have any hard noes.

- I'm... open to it. - he finally replied. It took some time, but he seemed cautiously curious.

- Are you allergic to latex or silicone? - another confused look, but he shook his head for no. - Good. Don't move. - you closed the distance between you two at last, and he leaned to try to kiss you, which earned him a slap to the face. - I said don't move, brat. - he clenched his jaw, heat spreading on his skin. Fortunately for him, you weren't wearing any jewelry tonight, because it might have stung much more.

- I'm sorry, ma'am. - he mumbled under his breath, looking at the ground, and you honestly weren't sure if he was forgetting himself so quickly, or just wanted to be punished.

You gently took his leather jacket off and put it on yourself. Only now he realized that you must have taken your shirt off when you were gone because you were currently wearing only your bra on the top part of your body. You kneeled in front of him and moved his leg to unlace his shoe, which took him by surprise. You also took it off for him, and qucly did the same with the second one. Sure, you could have told him to do that, but it was much more fun to watch him squirm under your touch, completely unused to this type of attention.

You traced your hands up his thighs and unbuckled his belt, without even touching his most sensitive area, and yet, you could see it filled more than it was. This was going to be fun...

- Undress. Everything. Leave it at the door and when you're ready, crawl to the bedroom, the doors will be open. - you quickly cupped his manhood through the thick material of his jeans and left him speechless, while you headed to the bedroom to finish preparing everything there. There was not much left since the lube and a bowl of warm water were already on the nightstand. You only put a fresh towel on the bed, just in case.

He joined you there surprisingly quickly. On all fours, like you requested, and with a heavy cock hanging between his legs.

- You lied to me. - you've said. - You told me you were ready to be a good boy for me, yet I leave you for a minute and you couldn't follow a simple command. - he realized that you were serious. - Or your silly little brain just couldn't process one thing for longer than a minute... Either way, I've had dogs who were better at following instructions than you... - your voice was soft, even if your words cut deeply. - You're not a good boy, you're a brat. And bratty behavior will be punished under this roof, do you understand? - he nodded, ready to sit on his heels and get his hands off the ground, but one warning look from you stopped him from doing that.

You sat on the edge of the bed and patted your knees, letting him what to do next. You didn't want to use a paddle or a riding crop during his first time, but you had a sneaking suspicion that there won't be long before he'll start begging for them.

He splayed on your knees without a word, only a short squeal when you grabbed his hips and pulled them closer to you, so he wouldn't be able to slip so easily. It was a surprise, since you pinned him more as a suffer-in-silence guy, and the sound he made was simply adorable. Not adorable enough to convince you to go easier on him though.

- 20 should be enough for now, what do you say, brat...? - he already hid his face in his hands, but he couldn't hide the erection that was growing against your thigh. - And just so we're clear, you're not allowed to cum yet, do you understand? - you couldn't see his face, but you were ready to put in a good sum of money on the fact, that it was red.

- Green... - he said quietly, earning a smile from you.

- Good boy... - you've gently patted his ass almost lovingly. - You're going to count. - you've said, relaxed your wrist, and slapped him right in the center of his right cheek hard and without any warning. And the motherfucker moaned so loud, that it caught you by surprise... It will be so fun to take him apart...

- One... - he said almost out of breath and you hummed in agreement, gently massaging the place on his skin you just hit, the red outline of your hand already visible. The second one landed on his left cheek almost a mirror to the first. He moaned again, this time a bit quieter, but still with a full chest. You could feel his cock twitch in between your thighs. You couldn't help but wonder if you'd be able to make him cum only with spanking.

- Two... - his voice was so desperate, but he didn't even know for what. - Three... Four... - you alternated your focus between both cheeks. Usually, you would aim for that place where the cheek was meeting with a thigh since it stung the most, but you wanted to give him as good of a time as possible during his first time with you. He was counting, moaning, but when you heard a sob, you stopped immediately.

- Color? - he looked at you with tears streaming down his cheeks and for a fraction of a second you were worried you went too far.

- Green. - he said through gritted teeth. - So fucking green. Harder. Please, ma'am... - oh he looked so delicious like that and you couldn't help but grin. You pulled his hips back into the perfect position and closed your thighs a bit, so his fully erect cock was now trapped in between them. You obliged his request, by taking wider swings and allowing your hand to hit a bit lower than a center, so few of your fingers landed on that sweet place connecting his ass to his legs.

He continued to count diligently, even if saying the words took him a bit longer with each hit now, but when you got to 17...

- Yellow, yellow, yellow...! - he screamed and you immediately stopped, moved your hand to his chin, and forced him to look at you.

- What's wrong? Do you want to stop...? - you asked in a soft, calming tone, as to let him know you won't be mad, disappointed, or anything else.

- No! - he said almost immediately. - Just... - the embarrassment slowly started to leak into his eyes. - You've said I wasn't allowed to cum... - his voice barely a whisper, and only now you realized how much of his pre-cum was smeared on your thighs.

- Awwww... - you couldn't help but smile; it was almost adorable how at the moment he valued your orders more than his own release. - Such a good and needy boy...

- I'm good to continue... just... a few seconds... - he said and you cupped his face.

- That was good... Not only following the instructions, but the fact that you didn't hesitate to use the safe word. - you've praised him, and rubbed the tears from his eyes with your thumb. He looked so beautiful so messed up... You couldn't help but wonder if he'd be open to wearing some eyeliner or mascara just so you could ruin it and mess him up even more.

- I'm ready for the last three... - he was still hard against you, but he wasn't crying anymore, and his breath was steady and calm. And if he was sure that he could handle the last three, who were you to deny him that? But you did something different... You didn't wait for him to count, quickly and harshly hitting the same, precise spot three times in a row, and he cried out loud, trying to get away for the last one, but you still managed to land it exactly where you wanted.

His skin was such a pretty shade of red, and as soon as he realized that was it, he relaxed on his knees a bit, shoulders and arms slumping on the bed, with his face buried deep in the sheet.

- You did very good... - you whispered, while gently rubbing your hand on his ass, soothing the pain you caused. - Such a good boy... Do you think you deserve a reward for being so good during your punishment...? - he groaned into the mattress and nodded his head, apparently too gone for words, at least for now, and you couldn't stop a chuckle from leaving your chest. - Come here... - you helped him raise up, but he slipped to the floor and landed on his knees in front of you. He didn't sit on his heels though...

You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up. His eyes were glassy and in such a beautiful shade of green. His cheeks were so beautifully pink and wet from his tears, that you wanted to lick them. His parched lips were so plump from biting that you wanted to soothe them.

- Beautiful... - you couldn't help yourself and brought his face closer to yours and placed a soft kiss on his lips; a huge contrast to your fingers digging into his jaw and stopping him from diving deeper into you. You forced him to stand up and made him switch places with you, so now he was the one sitting on the edge of the bed, you quickly took off your panties and kicked them away. You nudged him a bit more and he moved further away on the bed, making a bit more space for you.

You straddled him, putting your knees around his hips, and gently started grinding against him, without letting his jaw from your fingers.

- You're not allowed to cum yet... You did well, but you still have a lot to prove, so you're going to let me use your body to get off... - your whisperes soft, gentle against his lips; a complete contrast to the words you were saying. - And I will allow you to cum... Only after I will for the second time, understood? - he seemed genuinely terrified at the idea of waiting that long and was clearly not sure if he'll manage to last that long. On the other hand... He realized that the punishment almost made him cum, and he wouldn't entirely mind if it was to happen again.

- Green... - he said cautiously, and you couldn't help but smile. He was learning quickly and apparently accepted his new role. You couldn't help but wonder how would that affect his future encounters... Will he still seek other stupid girls to boss around, or did you spoil him for them...?

You reached in between you two and guided him inside you... At first, you only sank just the tip, feeling his whole body tensing up under you, while your walls were slowly stretching around him. You released his jaw and put both of your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself better on the soft mattress.

- Can I please touch you...? - his voice was barely a whisper, and yet it hugged you warmly.

- Yes, you can. - you smiled. You didn't give him any limitations as to where exactly he could touch you, because you were curious about what he would do. His touch was very light against your skin, almost like an echo. He slipped his hands under his own leather jacket that you were still wearing and pulled you a bit closer to him, but he didn't try to force you to do anything... He just wanted to hold you close, so you wouldn't slip away.

You finally started sinking down, taking him deeper inside you, and he inhaled sharply, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid that you could disappear any second.

- Can I please kiss your chest and suck on your nipples...? - he was on his best behavior after the initial mess-up, politely asking for everything, and you nodded, while you slowly rose up, feeling his penis drag against that sweet bundle of nerves inside you.

He slowly started placing small kisses on your neck and moved lower, not missing a single patch of skin, while you were slowly rising up and sinking onto him; a welcome distraction, something else to focus on besides his throbbing cock deep inside you... You moved one of your hands to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. You didn't pull him away, just a small reminder of who was in charge...

He dug his fingers deeper into the skin on your back, and you couldn't help but moan a little, because, at the same time, he moved the material of your bra with his tongue, to get to the nipple and sucked it in. He of course noticed your reaction and immediately did that with the other one, which rewarded him with another moan from between your lips. It was so easy to use him as you wished, changing the angle to your liking, having him touch you all over while you were still wearing his clothes...

You clenched around him and he let out a harsh breath and immediately bit his lower lip to the blood.

- Hey, hey, hey... None of that... No hurting yourself on my watch... - you immediately stopped moving, put your finger under his chin, and separated his lips with your thumb.

- I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine... - he repeated it like a mantra, his thoughts obviously occupied by something else.

- What's your color, baby...? - you checked with him, catching his gaze and without words forcing him to match his breath with your's which was much slower.

- Green, so fucking green, but I'm going to cum, you just feel so good... - there were tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. - So fucking good around me... I wanna cum so bad, ma'am, but you told me not to and I want to be good, but you feel so good... - he almost didn't have control over the words that were coming out of his mouth. Everything in his brain was scrambled. You closed your lips around his lower lip and sucked on it gently, tasting his blood. He almost immediately tried to make the kiss deeper, but you firmly held his head by the hair in one place. - You feel so good, just so good... - he was still whispering against your skin.

- Since it's our first time together... - you pulled him away and looked him in the eyes. - I'm going to allow you to cum after I'll cum only once, but I will still have to do that first... And you will owe me one orgasm in the future since I'm so graciously letting it go for now. Are you ok with that...? - he was so lost in his own pleasure and so set on not getting release just yet, that it was truly adorable. - Focus. - your tone sharpened and grounded him in reality.

- Yes, I am more than fine with that... - he said, finally focusing his train of thoughts on you.

- Now... I was getting close, so if you'll keep making those silly little noises, I won't last long... - you run your thumb on his lower lip, smearing the blood on it. - Can you do that for me, sweet boy...? - you asked and he nodded enthusiastically. - Good... I will start moving now... - you informed him and continued to hold his gaze. After just a few seconds he moaned so prettily that you couldn't help but smile. With your every move, his moans became higher, needier, and more desperate... He was still focused so much on not coming that he didn't realize that your walls started clenching around him and you rode him through the whole orgasm... Only when you slumped against his body and slowly kissed him, licking the dried blood from his lip, he realized that you indeed came. It took you a moment to compose yourself, while he was patiently waiting for your next decision.

But instead of saying anything, you started grinding against him again. This time your moves were much more shallow and you didn't let him slip too much out of you. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, his jaw clenched and he looked at you pleadingly unable to do anything more. You moved your right hand to his throat, found his artery, and put pressure on it, while he slowly started following your moves, instead of meeting them in the middle. Your hand didn't go near his windpipe, because you didn't want to accidentally damage it... But by putting enough pressure on his artery, the blood supply to his brain was slowly getting cut, making him more dizzy and high with every gasp of breath.

- You can cum now... - you whispered and kissed him deeply, not releasing his throat yes, so all the sensations would be heightened. And he did. He spilled so violently inside you, that you could actually feel every shot against your walls. His arms were almost crushing your ribs under the jacket. He cried from relief straight into your mouth and you drank it with pleasure, and when he finally stopped convulsing under you, you released your hand from his throat, allowing all the oxygenated blood to rush to his brain, continuing the high he was currently on.

- Fuck... Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... - he whispered against your lips, trying to process exactly what was happening.

- Shhh, shhh, shhhhhhhh... It's alright... Just ride it through... - you whispered, putting your forehead against his and gently moving your hand to his neck. You knew his orgasm was much stronger than yours, but you didn't mind; you were just so happy to see him break under our touch, and that was what got you off more than anything; that primal power over another person was what you craved and nothing else could compare.

- Fuck... - he whispered one last time and moved forward to hide his face in the nook of your neck. - Give me like 20 minutes and I'll be ready for more... But I need those 20 minutes to recover because right now I literally can't move... - your laugh was genuine and sounded pleasantly in his ears. You couldn't wait for the rest of the night.

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