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A Two Fanged Approach

Micaela O'Hara x F!Reader X Miguel O'Hara (+18) Miguel's variant from another universe, Micaela O'Hara, is visiting, and all he wants to do is get her off his back. It's your job, he says, to keep her busy, but Micaela doesn't appreciate being ignored. Word count: 6658

Contents: Muscle dom femme, rough body play, size kink, oral (reader giving and recieving), finger play, biting, PinV sex, degradation and praise, voyeruism, dom/sub dynamic, threeway w the O'Hara variants. CW: Workplace power dynamic, implied age gap (Micaela & Miguel are older than reader but reader is an adult).

Notes: was thinking about how female spiders are always like twice the size/scarier than male spiders and this happened, forgive me please lmao

‘Oh- sorry!’

You hurriedly bent to grab your papers from the floor, all while trying to garble an apology to the spider you’d just run into. You would have stayed longer to be polite but you were in a real hurry, so you just thew your apology over your shoulder before hurrying back down the long corridor ahead.

You’d been summoned to Miguel’s office, which shouldn’t have been a big deal. After all, you had been hired to help him with office and secretarial duties, so being summoned by him should be a regular occurrence, right?

Well, not for you. Miguel didn’t want help. He didn’t want a flighty little soft human bothering him with reminders, or touching any of his stuff. You’d mostly been relegated off to helping Spider Byte instead.

That is, until today.

As you approached the darkened entrance to his office you heard him call.

‘In here.’

You were always surprised that he knew you were coming, especially since he didn’t have senses like the others. You supposed your footsteps must echo.

‘Yes, sir! Coming!’

You shifted through the open door and almost immediately had to catch yourself from falling. Miguel’s office was covered in old, unfinished projects and loose electronics, making it a minor nightmare to traverse.

You hopped and scurried your way over to his floating desk, which was just a meter or so in the air.

‘Hi! Sir, yes, I’m- here. I’m here.’

Miguel turned to glance at you, his face just barely lit by the dim blue light of his monitors. His red eyes were all you could clearly see.

‘Good.’

He grunted his approval before turning back. As he turned your eyes darted, taking in the enormous, forebodingly dark room that Miguel called home, when your eyes fell on something strange. There was someone beside him. Someone huge, someone shrouded in shadow.

You frowned; who was that? You hadn’t seen anyone of that stature here before.

‘This is my- variant. Or, one of them’ Miguel said. Variant? That means this was another version of him, from a different universe? You’d never met any of his variants before.

He waved his hand dismissively at the person beside him, urging them to do an introduction. With a reluctant huff the shadowy figure stepped out into the light.

You felt your heart nearly triple over in your chest.

It was a woman. An enormous, perfectly muscled woman, peering down at you with cold and curious eyes.

And oh god, she was beautiful.

She had a similar facial structure to her counterpart. Strong jaw, sharp nose, almond eyes and thick, dark hair in a messy, curly cloud around her neck and shoulders. With the same brown skin and the same red eyes, they could have been twins.

But she was huge, easily a good few inches taller than her already hefty counterpart, and just as strong.

Your eyes seemed to move on their own, gawking at her broad rounded shoulders and heaving biceps. She was wearing the same skintight suit as Miguel in that classic blue and red scheme, which made every muscle in her body pop. Her chest was tightly bound beneath her suit but the holographic fabric clung to the counters of her form, highlighting the thickness of her waist above her broad hips.

And her thighs. They could crush you in seconds, perfectly sculpted with tense muscles and fat. They made you weak just looking at them.

Her brow went up as you mouthed at her like an idiot. You ducked your head in embarrassment.

‘Sorry, ah- Hi, it’s good to meet yo—’

‘This is Micaela’ Miguel said, quickly cutting you off. You noticed she seemed annoyed by this. Even from here you could pick up the way her full lips started to curl with disdain. Miguel didn’t bother to turn, so he remained oblivious.

‘Hi’ Micaela said, just as curt as her counterpart. You straightened to attention.

‘Ah- hi! It’s good um- I haven’t, seen you around here before.’

She cocked her head just a little. ‘You sound like that’s a bad thing.’

You felt your throat go dry. ‘I, sorry? I didn’t—’

‘Stammering. Cute. I don’t come by often because he’s a petulant child, that’s why you haven’t seen me’ she said as she cut you off. You awkwardly closed your mouth.

‘Sorry to disappoint. You looked so- excited to see me.’ Her voice dipped as she spoke, lingering on those last four words.

You hadn’t expected her to be so cocky, so confident. Miguel was stoic, cold and quiet, but her? She was blunt, but that’s where it seemed to end. And god, now you’d made yourself look like such an idiot in front of her. Could she sense it? Could she tell what you were thinking?

‘You.’

You bolted to attention as Miguel addressed you. He hadn’t bothered to turn to you either, but he had pointed a single claw in your direction.

‘Ah- yes?’ you stammered.

‘I need you to show her around, keep her busy until the meeting later. Can you—’

‘I came here to help.’

You jumped as Micaela cut him off with a bark of her own. Miguel sighed.

‘I know. And I told you, I don’t need—’

‘Ay por Dios- you need help! Your code is garbage’ she snapped. She’d put her hands on her hips and was physically leering over Miguel at this point. You noticed for the first time the bead of sweat on his forehead. Was he trying not to look intimidated?

She snapped her claws when Miguel refused to turn.

‘¡Oye, penedjo! Mírame.’

With a low grunt he pushed his holographic screen aside and spun on his heel to face her. You noticed he had to tilt his head back to meet her gaze.

You instinctively took a step back. Were you supposed to be seeing this?’

Not that you minded, though. You were such a secret slut for these big, hardened brutes after all. Just seeing them flex at each other forced you to clamp your thighs.

‘I agreed to let you attend the meeting’ Miguel said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s all I owe you. This is MY organisation, I set the rules. I don’t want you breathing down my neck.’

‘If you didn’t want me down your neck you should have learned to be competent’ she drawled sarcastically. The two narrowed their eyes in unison.

‘I said no’ he barked, and once again he pointed at you.

‘Go, take her- somewhere. I don’t care where!’

‘Don’t care where?!'

As the two devolved into another argument you felt yourself getting smaller and smaller.

‘I- I’m sorry, I’ll just- I’ll see myself out’ you mumbled. Neither seemed to hear, and so you hurried back out of his office. Their argument grew muffled in the distance.

For a few minutes you decided to pause in the corridor, your back pressed to the wall. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you’d been holding. God, what a shame. You’d been excited at the chance to spend time with that terrifying woman, but, maybe this was for the best. You’d probably have made a fool of yourself.

You faintly heard their argument come to an end. Silence fell over the hall.

Best to get out of here, you thought, and so you hurried to leave.

But then, right as you were about to turn a corner into the main hall, something slammed into the metal wall beside your head. The bang was enough to make you jump out of your skin.

‘AH—’

‘Hey. You.’

You spun around only to find yourself caged against the wall, your body fully eclipsed by the shadow of your assailant.

It was her. Micaela.

You felt sweat beading on your face all over again. She was so much bigger up close, how? How was that possible? You felt her breath hit your forehead and physically pinched yourself to stop whining out loud.

‘You were assigned to me’ she said, curt and to the point. You nodded.

‘Ah- I, was but you didn’t- you said you didn’t, need me.’

‘Your boss is pissing me off’ she hissed.

You noticed how they had the same inflection in their voices. The same cold, tired, drawl of a voice, verging on the edge of sarcasm.

‘Ah- I could tell. I’m- I’m sorry.’

‘He does this every time. None of our other variants are this rude.’

‘I- I’m, sure it’s just a bad day for him’ you mumbled. She wasn’t listening.

‘I’m annoyed. He has- annoyed him. And I don’t like, being annoyed.’

You slowly nodded, trying your best not to gawk at her again. ‘Ah… ahuh. Of course, ma’am.’

‘So. You’re gonna help me.’

You blinked, rapidly, as her eyes bore into your soul. You spotted her lick her fang and nearly fainted as all the blood rushed from your head to your loins.

‘F- aha, uh- sure, how- h-how can I help, ma’am?’ you said with an awkward laugh.

Her eyes narrowed to slits, just barely allowing a slither of that bloody red light to escape. You felt her hand pushing into the metal so hard it creaked and dented.

‘You were looking at me’ she said, her voice dipping.

You squeaked, your eyes widening. Just as quickly you averted them to the side. Shit, shit, you idiot, you berated yourself internally. You idiot, how are you so—

‘Good.’

You felt something brush your chin, something just out of the corner of your eye. You couldn’t see it, but you felt it sting. She slowly tilted you back to face her.

It was her claw. She was poking her claw right at the underside of your jaw. You swallowed, hard, something she must have felt on her hand as she smiled.

‘I prefer when people are- honest. I prefer when I know what they want. I know what you want from me.’

You tried to nod but she refused to move her claw. It dug in again, sharp and stiff, forcing you to stay still.

‘What do you want from me?’ she asked.

Your eyes flitted across her face, noting the dark red eyes and bared fangs. You felt her claw gently brushing your skin, shifting down to your jugular. You tried to ignore the wet patch of slick now coating your panties.

‘I… I want, to please you’ you stammered.

Her smug grin widened; she seemed pleased. ‘Good. In that case, I have a job for you.’

You barely had time to make a sound as she began dragging you away. She pulled you by the wrist back towards Miguel’s office, but right before you’d have re-entered his domain she twisted you around into a storage room to the left.

She quickly shut the door at her back, leaving you both in the empty room. You noted the empty shelves, the cold hard floor, and most of all the air vent connecting the locker to his office.

‘What- what, did you need—’

‘Shut up.’

You squeaked as her lips hit yours.

‘Mm- Mm!’

Her lips were ravenous from the start. Full and rough they quickly parted, allowing her tongue to bully yours until she was down your throat. You felt your legs nearly gave way as she groped at your waist.

When she pulled back you were panting, your jaw covered in your joint saliva. She licked your spit from her lips.

‘Ah- m-ma’am’ you whined dreamily.

‘He wants me busy, I’ll get busy. I’ll make sure he knows I’m very busy.’

Your body was abruptly thrust into the locker wall.

‘Ah- m-ma’am, I’m- happy to help, but—’

Your soft pleading turned to pathetic mewls as she pressed her full weight against you. Your ribs were squeezed as she smothered your whole body, as if taking away your breath was just an effortless act. She kissed you a few more times like that, leaving you gasping for air each time.

‘If I come all the way out here for his stupid meeting, I better get something out of it. And I want that stubborn fuck to hear it.’

She used one hand to roughly yank your shirt open, relishing in the little squeak of a moan you gave.

‘You wanna get fucked, nenita?’ she whispered.

You didn’t even hesitate. You nodded, your thighs rubbing as you nestled up to her. ‘Please, please, y-yes.’

‘Good.’

She took a moment to fondle your chest, admiring the way you coyly looked to the side. She knew you weren’t embarrassed by her touches. She knew deep down you were embarrassed at how much you enjoyed being so easy.

‘I never get to fuck anything’ she grunted.

You squirmed as her hand started to slip down the front of your suit pants, eagerly squishing your belly as she went.

‘Everyone is too- weak, or scared of me. But you—’

You bit your tongue so hard to avoid moaning that you tasted blood, but she wasn’t happy with that. She bared her teeth against your cheek, a low hiss reverberating against your skin.

‘Do your job’ she barked.

You cracked immediately, letting out a loud moan. Her self-satisfied smile and accompanying grunt only made you weaker.

‘There. Better. Let him hear it. Say my name.’

‘Mi- Micaela, please—’

Your breath was stolen as she slipped her fingers beneath your panties. They were hard, calloused from years of climbing and lifting, and cruelly cold. The rush of her fingertips playing with your clit was enough to make you quiver.

‘You’re supposed to help me out’ she said. ‘Huh? Big man wants you to help me, cariño, so help me out.’

You were burning up with a mixture of embarrassment and pleasure.

You didn’t want your boss to hear you like this, but you knew he could. The grate between his office and here was right above your head. It would echo into his room for sure.

Her hand dug a little deeper, eagerly pressing circles into your clit as it throbbed. Your hips squirmed but her firm grip kept you in place.

‘Come on nena, just a little- louder—’

‘A-AH!’

You moaned aloud as she pushed down and slipped one finger inside you, pushing right through the wetness and up to your g-spot.

In the other room Miguel froze. He was halfway through typing out a message when he heard it. He’d sensed the mild commotion and thought nothing of it, but now he knew. He heard your moan and his counterparts order, and now they were ringing in his head.

He swallowed, hard, only to find his throat was dry. He tried to keep working.

She bit her lip as you panted, now impaled on her rough hand with your back against the wall.

‘Good girl’ she whispered. Having now gotten what she wanted her roughness slowly began to recede. She could feel her own blood pumping, and all she craved right now was to see pretty little tears on your overstimulated face.

‘You’re a sweet thing’ she murmured. Your eyes rolled as she finger fucked you, your hips wriggling incessantly to drive her deeper. You’d lost all sense of shame at this point; you’d do anything for her attention.

‘Can’t believe he hasn’t made a move. Or do you not like him?’

You mewled again as her lips hit your neck. She had to physically lift you up the wall to reach, with one hand down your panties and the other gripping your waist to hold your weight, all so her mouth could start tenderly tasting your flesh.

She could taste the sweat, the thud of your pulse in your jugular, and most importantly your hair standing on end. She could hear every desperate pant.

‘Do you like me?’ she whispered. You frantically nodded.

‘You do?’

She cruelly shifted her hand and pushed two fingers inside, starting to slowly stretch you out. Your legs kicked in midair as you winced. Two fingers wouldn’t have usually been so bad, but god, she was huge.

‘You like me?’ she repeated, her fingers arching up into your cunt. She could feel your slick pooling and slipping down her hand.

‘Y—Yes, yes—yes, I like you’ you whined.

And just like that, she dropped you. Her hands drew back and you fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, just barely catching your own weight. You looked up to catch her admiring her hand. She let you see your slick on her fingers, the shiny little strings clinging to the gaps between her claws.

‘I—did, I’m sorry, did I do something wro—’

‘No.’

You watched with wide eyes as she fell to her own knees, gently tugging you forward by the ankle. She lay you flat on your back against the hard floor. ‘No, you did nothing wrong. You’re my good girl.’

Your eyelids fluttered in response to her soft praise. It was the perfect distraction, as she then went right into ripping your suit apart.

‘But I’m gonna need you to be bad for me.’

You squeaked as she clawed your suit from throat to cunt, easily splitting the material in two. In seconds you were naked.

‘W-Wait, I needed that—’

‘Mmm. That’s better.’

Micaela raised her hand and waved away her own holographic suit, revealing beneath a firm white tank-top binder and a matching white thong. They sat so pretty on her warm skin; you damn near choked at the sight.

She was just so pretty. Beneath the suit you could see the scars on her thickened abs. You could see that she didn’t bother to shave, leaving dark hair coated her armpits. You saw she had a little snail trail of dark hair on her navel, the perfect arrow pointing down to her inner thighs. You struggled not to stare.

As she stretched you got to see her bare biceps flex. You knew those things could crush you in a second, and secretly prayed that they would.

‘Come here, nena.’

With one hand she pinned your wrists above your head and used the other to roughly grab at your chest. You gasped at the feel of her palm as it squished and kneaded your breast, eagerly letting the flesh squeeze between her thick fingers. She was biting her lip again at this point.

‘Everyone’s so afraid of me’ she purred. ‘But those sounds you make- fuck, that’s so pretty.’

She bent down and ran her tongue around your nipple as you squirmed, relishing in the pathetic begging that dripped from your lips. You could feel her shifting your breast up to her lips.

‘Are you scared of me?’ she whispered.

In the heat of the moment, you couldn’t lie. You nodded.

‘Y-Yeah, but—’

‘But you like that, don’t you?’

You nodded again, uncaring how you looked at this point. You were aching to be touched. Your poor pussy had been stretched out and then abandoned, and now all you could feel was her hot breath on your sensitive chest.

To your great relief, she smiled at that.

‘Good girl. Smart girl.’

She mercifully began to suck on your breast, all while her hand drifted back down. With your body now naked and spread on the floor it was easy for her fingers to slip back inside you, squishing and filling those warm walls with her thick digits.

You squirmed on her hand, whining at the sensation, which unfortunately was to her displeasure. She released your breast with a soft pop and bit your shoulder instead.

‘A-AH—’

‘Be good’ she hissed as she unclamped your skin. She’d just barely pierced it.

‘Y-Yes, sorry. I’ll be good.’

Her smile made you dizzy. ‘Good girl. That’s it. Now stay still.’

You struggled to obey as her lips returned to your chest, eagerly sucking one after and other until your nipples were perky and hardened. Her fingers went right back to fucking her name out of your mouth.

‘F-Fuck, Micaela—’

‘That’s it. Louder.’

‘Micaela!’

Her fingers got harder, rougher, squishing in and out until you squirted over her palm.

‘Louder.’

‘Micaela! Please, fuck--!’

Her thumb hit your swollen clit as she continued to pulse her digits inside you.

‘You want me to let my claws slip?’ she purred. You spasmed with pleasure at just the thought.

‘MM- Fuck- fuck ‘s so good, please--!’

BANG.

You jolted as someone hit the door.

‘¡OYE! Micaela, that’s enough!’

All the blood rushed from your face. Shit, shit, shit. It was Miguel.

To your horror Micaela didn’t stop. She continued fucking your spread cunt in view of the door while her tender lips kissed your chest, forcing you to bite back your moans.

‘How ‘bout you stop me?’ she snapped back.

For a moment there was silence, and you were sure Miguel must have left. But you were horribly mistaken.

The door swung open, bouncing on its hinges as it slammed into the opposing wall. Miguel’s terrifying figure filled the door.

You squirmed desperately but Micaela kept you down.

‘You are so—’

He froze as his eyes adjusted to the light.

He was met with the sight of your naked body on the floor, your suit in tatters, with Micaela eagerly spreading you wide as she continued to suck on your breasts. You were forced to make eye contact with him as you whimpered and moaned.

‘Y—’

Miguel choked on any response he could have given.

He had to just stand there, watching, until Micaela finally drew back her lips.

‘Thanks for lending me this one’ Micaela purred. Her grip tightened on your wrists until they hurt, just to show off her bulging biceps. She continued to slowly fill you up as Miguel just stared.

You could see his suit straining to contain his cock as it throbbed. Your face burned with embarrassment as he got a full view of your spread legs and your soft, tight, barely touched pussy.

You hated it, but you kind of wanted him to see. You wanted to feel how his calloused hands would handle you. God, were you always this desperate?

‘Mm—’

Miguel bit back a soft moan, something Micaela quickly picked up. Her eyes glinted as she formed a new plan.

‘You can have her.’

You saw Miguel’s eyes dart back as she spoke. You whined as Micaela withdrew her fingers, letting him gawk at your spread cunt. It was dripping wet, hot and pulsing, clenching around nothing. She spread her claws wide so he could see the strings of slick still clinging to them.

‘Go on, nena. You want poor, sad, lonely Miguel to fuck you?’ Micaela cooed.

You couldn’t help it. You kept your eyes closed as you couldn’t bear to face him, but you nodded.

Micaela noticed Miguel palming his cock through his suit. His eyes were on your chest, on your trembling thighs, and they were hungry.

‘I’ll let you fuck her too, but- only if you let me help you.’

Miguel curled his lip, flashing just the inch of a fang. ‘I don’t need your permission’ he grunted. ‘If she wants it, I’ll fuck her.’

The words made you mewl with delight, and he began to palm him cock even harder. His enjoyment was short lived, however, as Micaela was once again displeased.

She reared herself up and bared her teeth, eagerly flexing her back and shoulder muscles. It was a territorial display.

Despite his neediness, Miguel backed down. Female spiders were always bigger, after all. Bigger, stronger, and most famously known for devouring males who got in their way.

Despite how terrifying Miguel was to everyone else, he was stuck in a room with the one person who outranked him: himself. He sighed.

‘Fine. You can help. Now- hand her over.’

Micaela smirked. She gave you one long, lingering kiss before shuffling to your head, making room for Miguel. You prepared yourself to be used by both of them.

When he dropped down to his knees he grabbed your thighs first, gently squeezing the fat and muscle before grabbing your ankles to push your legs up. You obediently folded for him. After all, you didn’t have a choice. He was so strong that if he pushed any harder he could have snapped your bones.

‘Good girl’ he grunted. ‘I’ll try to be gentle. Just- be still for me.’

Even now he was still so stilted, so professional.

You watched as he phased away his suit, revealing that he was almost completely naked underneath spare a thin pair of boxers. When he yanked them down his erect cock sprung out so hard that it slapped his lower belly before hitting your clit, smearing your thighs and labia with thick beads of precum.

Your breath came ragged as you struggled to contain yourself.

He was girthy to say the least, his cock veiny and firm, and he was covered in dark hair from his chest to his pelvis. His skin was scarred and rough. He was so pretty.

‘Good girl’ he repeated. You watched him stroke himself a couple of times as his free hand gently brushed your sex. He used two fingers to spread your lips, seeming almost curious as he stroked over those sensitive folds. You squirmed a little.

‘Sh. I said still.’

Despite his attempt to sound gentle he couldn’t help but order you around. You obediently lay back, much to Micaela’s amusement. She started showering your face with kisses as you were both made to wait.

‘Ay, que chula’ Miguel mumbled to himself. Just out of the corner of your eye, you could see him rubbing his cock against your folds. You could see his abs rolling and tensing with each slow snap of his hips, and the gorgeous way his eyes rolled and closed as he savoured the feeling.

You would have gawked at him longer had Micaela not demanded your attention once more.

Your head was jerked back into position as she suddenly mounted your face. Her hefty thighs came down on either side of your skull, caging you in, and you got to watch as she stretched and arched her back above you. It was awe inspiring, enough to make you weak.

You felt rather than saw Miguel preparing your body. You felt him spreading your legs as he got onto his knees, spreading your cunt, pushing his own muscled body into a mounting position. He had you in a mating press.

You whimpered slightly. Micaela was sitting with her legs on your arms so you couldn’t move at all, you were forced to stay very still as Miguel began angling himself.

‘Remember, nena, your job was to keep me busy, and now it’s to be good so I can get what I want’ Micaela purred. She slid a finger into your mouth to keep you distracted while Miguel began pushing in. You winced; You could feel his bulbous member pushing at your cunt, and even through you’d been pre-stretched you could feel it was going to be a tight squeeze.

You clenched just an inch of his cock and he grunted.

‘Mmm- fuck, it’s been too long’ he whined. ‘You’re so tight already.’

‘Be nice to her old man, don’t hurt her to much’ Micaela teased.

‘Not my fault she likes them older, or- bigger’ he grunted. You squeaked and choked on her finger as you felt him press his claws into your legs, pushing them down as he shuffled into a more comfortable position.

He was going to fuck you.

‘Shh, you can take it’ Micaela purred. ‘You want it big, don’t you? You want to help me out.’

You internally braced.

‘Just focus on me, focus on me—’

‘MM—!’

You cried aloud as he started to pump his cock inside you. He got about halfway in with his first thrust, easily splitting you in half, but to bottom out he had to gently hump to get your muscles to loosen. He was smart enough to put his thumb on your clit to help ease you up, and it worked a treat.

A few hard thrusts later and he’d penetrated you completely. A low, guttural groan reverberated in his throat as he came to a stop, willing himself still to enjoy the sensation.

You could feel the bite of his pelvic muscles on your thighs, the pressure of his balls on your ass as he squeezed up against you. There was a slight burn as he stretched you, a deep-seated ache where his shaft was kissing your cervix. For you, though, that was part of the fun.

‘F-Fuck, yes—’

‘Oo, she likes you’ Micaela teased. ‘You like the little toy I got for us nena, huh?’

‘Fuck you’ Miguel grunted back. You squeaked as the two suddenly hissed at each other, fangs bared and shoulders tensed, leaving you trapped beneath the two. You felt your heart thudding against your frail little ribs as you realized, truly, what you’d done.

You’d let this terrifying, infinitely powerful woman strip you naked and pin you to the floor, and on top of that you’d then let your equally terrifying boss penetrate you on his fat cock. Two people with far too much power over you, two people who could crush you in a second. Older, more experienced, more established, both holding your bare body down in a closet to be fucked.

And fuck was it good. You involuntarily shivered and moaned, your muscles clenching Miguel tight. Immediately he retracted his fangs and groaned right back. Micaela’s surprise overtook her anger.

‘Oh? Nena, you little slut.’ She turned back to you and smirked, tenderly tilting your chin. ‘Sorry, were we not paying you enough attention? Go ahead Miguel, fuck her silly.’

The two decided to forget their grievances in exchange for your body. Miguel wouldn’t dare actually snap at Micaela, as he couldn’t stand the idea of her pushing him out. He could take a little degradation for this pussy. For that tight, wet, fuckable pussy, he’d take anything.

Your eyes rolled as he started to jolt your body back and forth.

‘Are you a good toy, Miguel?’ she called over her shoulder.

‘Yes’ he grunted threw gritted teeth. To stabilize his ego he started to thrust harder, firmly smacking his hips into your rear. A thick, lurid symphony began to fill that small room; the wet squish of your cunt, the heavy breathing from Miguel, the soft giggling from Micaela and the smack of his pelvis on your ass.

‘Do you fuck all the visitors who come here?’ Micaela whispered. She saw you whimper and grinned, her fangs flashing.

‘Is this even the first time you’ve fucked your boss? It wouldn’t be if you were from my universe’ she purred. ‘I’d have you bent over my desk 24/7, and you know I wouldn’t stop if someone came in. I bet he tries to hide you.’

‘No’ Miguel grunted. ‘She’s- a good girl, usually, I didn’t know she- mmm, fuck- was so cock hungry.’

‘Then you’re an idiot’ Micaela scoffed. ‘I knew right away. Or, maybe she just doesn’t like you as much.’

‘Ah-- I’d say- she likes me just fine.’

As if to prove his point Miguel thrust in deep, just barely kissing your cervix. You cried out as your body jolted.

‘She just needs a little extra me, then.’

You watched from your frozen position as she started to gently push her thong aside, revealing her bare sex just inches from your lips. She noted your wet lips, your soft pants, your dreamy expression as you were fucked into a state of dumb pleasure.

‘You want to keep me busy, nena?’ she asked softly. You jumped at the chance.

‘Ah- fuck, yes- please, please—’

‘My god, you slut. You know I could crush your head right?’

You felt her thighs squeezing in on either side of your head, applying a firm but controlled dose of fear.

Miguel gasped as you clenched him in response, eagerly squirting slick all over his thighs.

‘Ah- fuck, whatever you’re doing, do more of it’ he panted.

‘Oh, does she like that?’

Her thighs tightened again, squeezing every stupid thought out of your pretty little head. All you could hear now was the faint, muffled smack of Miguels cock entering you over, and over, and over again. You felt like your eyes hit the back of your skull.

‘¡Oye! You don’t get to stop.’

She snapped her claws as a warning, and in a frantic move you parted your lips in preparation. She rolled her eyes and laughed as she slowly lowered her pussy to your mouth. She smothered you with it.

Her soft moans were so unbearably gratifying. It was enough to give you goosebumps.

You moved your lips and started gently sucking on the soft nub of her clit, eagerly arching your neck to get closer. God, she tasted so fucking good. So soft, velvety and warm, throbbing on your tongue.

‘Fuck- your tongue is so soft’ she breathed.

You widened your lips so you could taste more, tongue more, carefully winding it over her spread lips. Every one of your senses was bombarded here. Her smell, the smell of sweat and body spray and body oil, mixed with the taste and the warmth and the soft sound of her moaning.

Between the feeling of Miguel slipping inside you, his cock eagerly throbbing in your guts, and Micaela’s soft pussy drenching your lips, you were utterly lost. You were their pet at this point.

You squeaked slightly as she started to ride your face.

‘That’s it, good girl. Put that pretty mouth to good use for once.’

You started to suck harder as she continued to grind against your tongue.

You were torn between the two. Your cunt had been absolutely ravaged by Miguel. You were a gaping mess utterly stuffed with his cock, dripping pre-cum and slick onto the floor until a puddle formed around your ass. You could feel his claws digging in as he rutted between your legs, his breathing rapidly getting harder and harder.

And Micaela, that beautiful woman, had ravaged everything else. Your head was faint, your face wet with her slick, your tongue and jaw exhausted. Your soul was broken. She’d broken you down and you didn’t care one bit.

You let your mind go blank as they both started speeding up to completion.

‘Can- mm, fuck, so tight- can I make her cum?’ Miguel panted. He was pussy drunk at this point, barely getting the words out.

‘You’re asking permission now?’ Micaela scoffed.

He grunted with disdain for her smug attitude, but he did bow his head.

‘Yes, just—fuck—I want to feel it.’

‘Mm… What do you think nena, do you want to cum?’

Your words were completely muffled by her pussy. You tried to say yes but she refused to move, instead biting her lip as you were forced to continue gently eating her out.

‘Mmhm. I think she said yes, but, she wants me to make her cum.’

Micaela carefully arched her back, leaning her arm around until it found your belly. She drifted one finger down to your swollen clit, teasing it lightly, watching for your response. You immediately screamed.

‘MMF—!’

Your clit was throbbing, pulsing, desperate for relief. Just that single brush was enough to almost make you cum. You squirted all over Miguel’s thighs for the second time.

‘M-mm- Tu pucha está apretada, estás mojadita’ Miguel whined to himself.

‘I think you’ve pussy whipped that man’s soul out of his body’ Micaela giggled down at you. You didn’t need her to tell you that though; the rough, heavy bulge in your belly from where Miguel was aggressively fucking to completion was enough to tell you that.

As Miguel’s thrusts became erratic Micaela continued to move her finger on your clit, pushing you to cum, and you continued pleasuring her with your tongue.

There was a three-way peak, a slow rise to a messy finish. All three of you lost all sense of higher thought. You were teetering on the edge.

Micaela was the first to tip.

She came on your mouth with a guttural cry, her hips bucking of their own volition with each spasm of pleasure. You were fully suffocated beneath her hips.

And that was enough to tip you over too.

Your whole body jolted and tensed as you orgasmed around Miguel’s cock. Your screams were muffled but Micaela felt them, her eyes now closed and her lips parted in a dreamy smile as your pleasure vibrated on her clit.

Your pussy clenched hard and your legs shook harder, which proved too much for Miguel. He couldn’t muster the strength to pull out. His whole body quivered as he came inside you.

‘F-Fuck- that’s it!’

You were dizzy for lack of oxygen. All you could really feel was Micaela’s pussy throbbing as it gushed slick over your mouth and Miguel’s ejaculate filling you to the brim.

It was strangely comforting. It was warm on your sore, overstimulated pussy, thick and heavy as it coated every wall it could. You felt it sliding down your thighs as he slowly rocked to a stop.

Micaela had the sense to move off your face only at the last second before you passed out. She subtly shifted her panties back over, before planting a soft peck on your ravaged lips.

‘Good girl, well done.’

You were utterly spent at this point. You were quivering, naked, hot and wet and coated in multiple fluids. Your lungs were burning from going so long without breathing.

Miguel, too, looked exhausted. His fangs had involuntarily spurted venom and it was now dribbling down his jaw, lighting coating your already messy thighs. Micaela’s turned and snorted at him.

‘Wow. Really? Are you serious?’

He shot her a disdainful glare as he wiped his mouth.

‘You weren’t worried about cumming in her? At all? Aren’t you supposed to be all paranoid about unforeseen consequences?’ she teased.

‘I’ll get it fixed’ he grunted. As you shakily shifted onto your elbows Miguel pulled up his boxers and phased on his suit, fully covering his face. He paused only to lightly pet your head before leaving.

‘Come by and show me your code when you’re decent’ he snapped at Micaela. She smirked to herself.

Without another word to either of you he left, but you could faintly hear him on the other side of the door before he shut it, whispering into his watch.

‘Lyla? Can you, um- can you, move my secretary’s desk into my office? Yes, put it across from mine. Good.’

With Miguel gone you collapsed back onto the floor. Micaela continued to sit with you, her legs crossed and her clawed hand gently soothing your head as she stroked it.

‘He’s going to want to fuck you again’ she purred softly. You let out a low moan.

‘You want him to, don’t you? You want him to bend you over the desk?’

You coyly nodded, much to her amusement.

‘I’ll let you fuck him again’ she said, letting out a dramatic sigh. You watched as she leant back against the wall with one hand behind her head. ‘But, you’re not allowed to cum for him. Make him work for it, but don’t ever give in. And—’

She paused mid-sentence to chuck something at you. When you lifted it to your face, you realized it was a dimensional hopping watch.

‘You come visit me. Then you’ll be permitted to cum, but only then. Only for me.’

‘Y-yes, ma’am’ you stammered. She let out another deep laugh.

‘Oh, nena. You’re such a good girl.’

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #smut #smut fanfiction #+18 #femme miguel #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x reader #micaela o'hara

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Nylon # 6658

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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This is All Yoon Jeonghan's Fault

Pairing: Jeonghan x idol! afab! reader

Content Warnings: Smut; jealous sex; hard dom Jeonghan; sadism; slight hints of masochism; fingering; cunnilingus; masturbation nipple play; bondage; use of neckties, handcuffs; whips and vibrators; edging; overstimulation; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!); use of pet names (Princess, Doll)

Word Count: 6658 words (the exact count matters, trust me)

Mellow speaks: Soooooo we're finally here and I'm screaming right now!!! This is my first ever actual collab and that too with my lovely Lemon!!! And I kid you not, this really is all Yoon Jeonghan's fault, because we're not holding back today. Also, I'm so pissed rb bc this was scheduled for 4 PM est but Dumblr ate my post up I hate it here.

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

Oh and yeah, here's the reason why it's all Yoon Jeonghan's fault.

Go read the first half on (@shhhhhimthinking) Lemon's account first, because we wanna be menaces today *insert evil smirk*

off his pants.

“Explain yourself. Maybe if I like your excuse I’ll go easier on you.”

He trailed the cold metal of his belt buckle across your perked nipple and you shivered from the sensation.

You looked up at him with lustful eyes as you took in the man before you. You had never seen him like this before and seeing him like this now excited you to no end. Did you even want him to go easier? No. You wanted everything he could give you. Jeonghan watched the way your beautiful eyes lit up with amusement as you seemed to be choosing your words carefully. You didn’t seem in the least bit remorseful, in fact you looked proud, almost a bit too much for his taste.

“I wanted you to feel so jealous but not be able to do anything about it. I wanted you to want me so badly but not be able to do anything but sit in your chair just watching. I wanted to know that while he was dancing with me you were sitting there burning with desire. The desire to claim me back. I want you to want me.”

Jeonghan gazed at you as he took in all that you said. He leaned into you until his warm breath tickled your ear.

“Then you're not going to leave this bed until you are completely filled with me. Until I’ve made sure you know just how much I want you.”

He sat back up.

“No one can have what’s mine.” He said as he got off the bed and walked out of the room.

The cold air mixed with his worlds and danced across your skin sending shivers through your body. You wondered what he was doing but you didn’t have to guess for long as he walked back in with something red in his hand. You couldn’t get a clear view of it but as he walked closer it suddenly dawned on you.

“Where’d you get that?” You exclaimed. You wiggled in your restraints, trying to get a better view.

“When I couldn’t find you in your room I took something else instead.” He said casually as he laid it gently on the bed before taking off his vest and then his shirt. He picked up the switch and walked over to you with slow seductive steps.

He held your prop above you as he let the cold tassel trail across your skin.

“If you would’ve told me that you like things like this we could’ve gotten one sooner.” He said as he trailed the switch slowly over your clothed core that craved more attention all the way to your perked breasts.

You whimpered and squirmed as he tickled your skin with his teasing. He gave your sensitive nipple a light whip earning a breathy moan from you. But breathy wasn't the way he liked your moans, deciding to turn it into a louder whine as his lips soon got wrapped around the exact spot he had teased a moment ago, the warm feeling of his saliva on your bud making shivers run down your spine.

Sucking on your breast just a little before pulling away, Jeonghan had wasted no time in making the leather further down your body, your right thigh being met with a delicious sound as a red mark bloomed in the whip's wake. He was barely doing anything, and yet, you couldn't help but find yourself on the edge already, wanting him to take you just then.

And your desperation was not lost on your boyfriend as a lazy smirk had made his lips curl up, his fingers dancing along your bare torso while he decided to test you a little more. You deserved it after all, or so he told himself as he had said, "I hope you're enjoying the…..arrangement I've got in place for you."

The words were hard enough to comprehend in your inebriated state, drunk on lust and begging to be ruined, but any hopes of coming up with a reply were crushed the second you felt a sharp tip coming in contact with your your clothed heat, a sweet pain that almost made you release into your panties. He had you under his spell, and despite having pretended to be the one in control earlier, you found yourself thanking him for being rude.

You were writhing under your bindings, silently pleading for him to give you more already, but no matter how hard you tried, you knew it was going to be useless until he wanted to give it to you. Jeonghan was going to tease you until you were crying, and he was going to make you whimper and beg. That was the thought you had in mind when you found yourself being pulled out of it at the sudden pressure being applied to your still sensitive core, the tie around your wrists coming undone to reveal soft red marks.

"Tsk," Jeonghan had mused, making you open your eyes only to see his hand right against your crotch, the wetness coating his digits through the lace of your underwear, "Need to use something more…..resistant, don'tcha think?"

And with that, the feeling was gone, leaving you whining at the loss of contact when he pulled away from you entirely, chuckling just a little as he sauntered over to the wardrobe.

You were losing it, but it still wasn't enough to make you not frown your brows as you watched him, taking his time opening the drawers and rummaging through them. "What's he doing?" you thought to yourself, but before you could put that thought into words, he was looking back at you, his smirk even more sinister as your eyes landed on the small, shiny black object he held in one hand, and the deep red object that dangled from the fingers of the other.

The sight knocked the breath out of you, your toes curling and uncurling as he walked back over, turning the vibrator on. You wanted to ask him where he got all that stuff from, but yet again, your boyfriend beat you to it.

"Been saving them for the right occasion," was all he said, reaching over to catch your wrists in another binding, this time much harder and more steadfast than the first.

As the black cuffs made their way to the bedpost with your hands in their clasp, you couldn't help but gaze up at his form, his chest peeking out from under the top two buttons that had been opened. The tugging on your wrists felt cold and foreign, the metal cutting into your skin as you found yourself struggling against it too.

All this while the toy was lying next to your thigh, the vibrations coursing through it gave your leg a preview of what was to come. The wait, of course, wasn't too long, Jeonghan's hums dispersing the silence as he made quick work of your panties, your soaking pussy fully exposed to the cold air as you attempted to press your thighs together.

But he wasn't having it, his hand pushing them apart once more as he smacked his lips, feeling his mouth water at the mere sight. "Delicious, he whispered, smirking as he watched you drip, "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" And he knew he wasn't wrong, because no matter how bold you tried to be, you were still putty in his hands. So he was going to use it to his advantage, wasting not one moment in shoving the vibrator deep through your folds, a loud moan slipping past your lips at the impact that had you reeling.

It was all a blur of moans and whines for a few tense minutes after that, your body thrashing over the bedsheets as you called for him to let you finish already, failing to make him relent in the slightest, all while his fingers added pressure where the toy couldn't, rubbing against your clit.

"Enjoying ourselves, are we?," he chuckled darkly, relishing in the way your walls clenched around the tip of the toy.

Before you knew it, you were on edge, your body convulsing under the waves of pleasure that he was making you feel. As the vibrations traveled deep into your entire being, you could feel yourself giving in to the force of your impending orgasm. You were already sensitive from the teasing and the previous orgasm that came with it’s fare share of overstimulation earlier, so it wasn't a surprise that you soon were almost near the edge, ready to fall off.

And then, the pleasure was gone for the second time, leaving you groaning in agony as you flailed your legs and struggled against your cuffs, while sinister laughter filled the room. Your climax was receding away at an alarming rate, until it wasn't, ripples of sweet pain racking through your body as the tip was inside you once more, deeper than ever.

Less than a minute was all it took for you to finally reach your high, your juices spilling out of you and almost making you lose consciousness from how amazing it felt.

Your breathing heavy and your chest heaving, you opened your eyes after what felt like centuries, only to realize that your boyfriend wasn't next to you any longer. Instead, he was standing at the foot of the bed, naked to the bone as his hand pumped his member.

"Gave me a good show," he smirked, the word "Sweetheart" rolling off his tongue in a way that made your skin crawl, but in a good way. "Guess you do deserve a prize."

He reached over and unlocked your hands from the bed.

His words and actions caused you to let out a soft sigh, your lips curling into a gentle smile as your foggy mind believed his misleading words. But as he climbed onto the bed and hovered over your form, cuffing your hands to each other, you realized that wasn't what he had in mind.

The very next moment, he confirmed your suspicions, his balls hitting you right in the pelvis as he thrust his cock hilt-deep inside you. He was relentless from the get-go, his hips rocking against your own as he made your walls clench around his girth. "Tell. Me. Who. Got. You. This. Tight. Huh?," he asked with each thrust, taunting you while grunts and groans emanated from the depths of his chest.

"You're. Fucking. Mine," he didn't stop, his moans mixing with yours as your body latched onto his for dear life. He had already driven you past the point of insanity, that had been his plan since the beginning. Before you could stop yourself, you were releasing your pent-up frustration all over his member, your constricted hands hooked around his neck and your nails dug into his back as you rode out your high.

You were spent already, but Jeonghan showed no signs of stopping or even wanting to stop, his groans only growing louder as he continued to pump in and out of you, chasing his own orgasm. He was feral in that moment, almost animalistic as he kept up the pace, never one to slow down. You were crying by now, tears streaming down your cheeks while he kept up his assault on your aching core, pinning you to the mattress.

It was only a matter of minutes before you felt a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach and another wave of pleasure washing over your being. You found your toes curling, the lustrous sensation breaking through you in ripples and pulses causing your eyes to screw shut, the bedsheets getting soaked with you yet again. This time, it was enough to make Jeonghan cum too, his seed filling you up to the brim.

It had you moaning like nothing else, the thought of him breeding, the feeling of him overflowing in your pulsing core sending you into a frenzy.

"That's right, take all of me, let me remind you who owns you," Jeonghan grunted as he continued to grind into you, meeting you halfway for the third time that night, which you were sure would also be your last. He was still going at full-speed, bent on completely obliterating your insides as he thrusted even harder, your sweet spot crying tears of joy and pain and threatening to come undone in a way it never had before, the knot in your stomach close to bursting to pieces.

"Gonna nail it into your head," he grunted against your ear, biting down on your shell as his moves never stopped, "Gonna teach you never to mess with me again." You were in bliss by now, completely ignorant to everything else except the feeling of his dick filling your insides, showing you stars. Everything was a blur, from your sense of time to the knowledge of your whereabouts. It was only him, sending your mind dancing as he continued to hit that sweet spot inside you, over and over.

It felt like an instant, and at the same time, it was an eternity, your insides twisting and churning as you found your release, this time harder than the previous three, the whole ordeal making your body shake and convulse. He wasn't done though, still keeping at ramming into your clit for heaven knows how long, till he reached his climax, his cum and yours now soiling the mattress, his seed firmly inside your hole as he collapsed on top of your chest in exhaustion.

Your chests pressed against each other as your hearts pounded to the very rhythm of your sinful night. You felt his breathing slowing against your hot skin, the feeling of sweat moistening your bodies. He propped himself up with one arm and used his other hand to caress your tired face.

“Baby?” He called for you gently, the fire in his voice now washed away with the pent up frustration he had released. He was back to being the soft Jeonghan you knew and loved, showing you that one side of him that he reserves only for you.

You were so spent, all you could do was hum a weak response. The aftershock of your orgasms sent a soft shiver through your body that drew Jeonghan's attention to your arms that were still bonded by the cuffs. When he slowly lifted himself and pulled out, you found yourself groaning not only at the sensation in your swollen pussy but also at the feeling of his precious cum seeping out of your body.

He tenderly undid you cuffs from around your wrist, softly rubbing the red marks that were left.

“Does it hurt baby?” He cooed at you as he slowly helped you sit up and put your back against the headboard, mindful of your pained expressions and your soft hisses.

As he did, he watched with concern as your face scrunched at the feeling of your sore body moving.

“Was I too rough?” He asked, his voice now coated in panic as he held your hand and softly stroked the mark on your wrist.

You shook your head no, a smile blooming on your exhausted face.

“You were everything I wanted and everything I didn’t know I needed.”

His face also relaxed as he saw your expression.

“Do you want to take a bath?” Jeonghan softly whispered to you as if he was afraid to startle you out of your calm.

“Yes please.” You said as excitedly as you could manage with your depleted energy.

He quickly hopped up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. You felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep for a few minutes while he got everything ready. Then you felt Jeonghan gently slide his arm under yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you warmly.

“Let’s get you in the bath.” He said affectionately as he helped you towards the bathroom.

You gingerly slid into the water that was the perfect temperature and smelled of your favorite soothing bath salts.

He got up to leave and your face did its signature pout. "Won't you join me?," you asked, your voice hopeful as you thought about cuddling him in the bath.

“I’m just going to go change the sheets.” He chuckled, giving a loving boop of your nose. “After all, we made quite the mess.”

His last comment left you blushing as you had no choice but to recount the night. He gave another chuckle at your cuteness before hurrying off to finish his task. You found yourself drifting off again, only barely registering his body when it slid into the water behind you. You instinctively leaned back into him and he took a washcloth to help you wash up. You felt him tenderly dabbing the marks that were left on your skin as he softly asked you once again if they hurt but all you could say was no. They didn’t hurt, not like that, they were simply temporary memories of a very eventful night.

You took the moment to take a few healing breaths. You were too tired to speak anymore and he understood completely. You continued to relax as the sound of him softly humming set the mood for the rest of the night into a peaceful one.

After you were all soaked out, he helped you stand up before letting the water out and holding you against him while you both quickly rinsed off in the shower. Jeonghan wrapped a towel around you and led you back to your bed that now had fresh crisp sheets on them and your favorite bottle of lightly scented moisturizer that always helped you relax.

He took the towel from around you softly laughing at the way you instantly began to shiver before helping you lotion your sore body. You could never be too sure he didn’t have ulterior motives but the way his hands caressed and massaged your tired skin was therapeutic and calming so you didn’t care to ask, instead you lost yourself in his gentle touch. When you couldn’t bear to stand anymore, you leaned against his chest and whimpered to let him know just how exhausted you were.

“Alright alright.” He said with a chuckle. “I’m almost done love.”

Jeonghan quickly finished, made sure you were both moisturized and then held up the covers for you as he guided you into bed. You let out a slightly dramatic sigh of relief at being able to finally rest your aching body and Jeonghan smiled at you fondly. He put the lotion back in the bathroom and turned off all the lights. When he came back you had the covers lifted and ready for him as your warm body and sugary smile welcomed him. He climbed in and snuggled into you, wrapping his arms around you and laying on your breast which he saw as his own personal pillow. You used delicate fingers to rub his back, wanting to give him back some love as you attempted to sooth the scratches that you left.

“Does it hurt?,” You softly asked him.

“No, not at all," came his reply, nonchalant as ever. “Anyway you know what they say… all is fun in sex and foreplay.”

His ridiculous comment pulled a full laugh from your lethargic body and he proudly laughed along with you.

“You’re such a doofus.” You said still laughing as you playfully slapped his arm.

“I love you.”

With your last sentence you felt yourself swiftly drifting away into dreamland.

“I love you more.” Jeonghan said, pulling you closer to him.

The distant hum of the washing machine and the whisper-like sounds of your and Jeonghan's gentle breaths were the ending melodies of your ever eventful night. Just like that, the two of you were lulled into your most rewarding slumber, peaceful dreams begetting content smiles as you two lovebirds snuggled even closer.

#jeonghan #jeonghan smut #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan hard thoughts #jeonghan imagines #seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen hard thoughts #svt #svt smut #svt hard thoughts #mellow & lemon #lemon & mellow #melade #I hate yoon jeonghan

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✈️ Business or Pleasure ✈️

Relationship: Frank Castle x F!Reader Fandom: The Punisher Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6658

Warnings and other tags: Alternate Universe – First Meetings – Hotel sex – Gift fic – Explicit sexual content – One-Night Stands – Enthusiastic Consent – Porn with feelings – Soft – Unprotected Sex

Summary: You meet him on a business trip.

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Late birthday gift for @darlingshane. Last time it took me 3 days to write you a fic, this time it took me 3 weeks. It's very different from the one I wrote you last year, but I hope you enjoy it as well 🧡🧡🧡

The hotel bar that you are sitting in is cast in a soft light, while jazz notes drift through the atmosphere. It is as cliché as it gets from a hotel bar, but the place is decorated tastefully, and you enjoy the drinks they serve.

The clock reads five to ten, and while you had already had dinner, you had not felt like heading to your room yet, instead settling at the bar. You have casually been observing the other patrons while sipping from your glass of wine, but nothing or no one interesting has caught your attention. You are finally considering calling it a night, particularly because you are having an early flight tomorrow, when you see a new client coming through the doors that separate the lobby from the bar.

He is on the phone as he walks straight for the bar, dressed in dark slacks and a deep gray button down, the first three buttons undone. The hair, longer on top, is tousled and looks like he has repeatedly been running his fingers through it. The man frowns at what the person on the other side of the line says, before his face shifts into a smile and a warm chuckle reaches your ears. He absently nods at you in polite greeting, since he sits down on the stool just to your right, and orders himself a drink from the bartender.

You keep your face forward as much as you can while you observe his profile as inconspicuously as possible. His jawline is sharp and smoothly shaved, his broad nose, giving his profile something special, runs into the curve of a pair of beautiful lips.

“Yeah, alright. Let’s talk about it tomorrow. Debrief should be an interestin’ one— Yeah— you too, man.” He hangs up and slides the phone into the pocket of his pants.

His drink arrives, and he thanks the bartender with a brief nod and small smile.

“Well, that sounded more like business than pleasure,” you state out of the blue, even surprising yourself with your words since you had not intended to say anything.

The man turns his face towards you, his eyebrows raised, and looks as surprised as you. You can see him focusing his attention on you, his eyes moving over your face before they slowly take your whole form in. You fight to keep your expression as neutral as you can, not wanting to show just how much his perusal is getting to you, although you can feel your face warming.

“It was until now,” he finally says with a one-sided smile, as he turns his entire body in your direction.

Your eyes widen a fraction at his statement, not having expected such an answer from him. You lower your eyes as you smile, almost shyly, before looking back at him.

“Frank Castle.” He extends a hand to you.

“Nice to meet you,” you reply once you have introduced yourself and shaken his hand, marveling at their warmth and especially their size.

“So, what brings you to this place?” He asks as he leans an elbow on the bar and takes a sip from his drink.

You shrug as you drink from your glass, before you send him a small smile. “Pretty much all business, too.” You pause for a second before deciding to share a bit more. “Had an important deal to take care of.”

“Yeah? What field do you work in?”

You consider him for a moment, tilting your head to the side curiously. You think that he is purposely putting all the attention on you instead of himself, but he also looks genuinely interested.

“I work for a small corporation… Not that interesting, I’m afraid,” you chuckle and look at your drink.

“Ah, come on. I’m sure it is.”

“Well, I guess it depends— Do you know anything about computer software or graphic design?”

Frank’s mouth twists into a small grimace as he nods in understanding.

“No,” he replies with a huffed laugh.

You grin and shrug again. It is a specific field.

“And, how did that deal go?” He wants to know, watching you expectantly.

You cannot help the proud smile that rises to your face as you think back to this afternoon and the accomplishment of months of hard work.

“My new program got signed, so I guess pretty well.”

“Attagirl!” Frank calls out, toasting you with a warmth in his eyes.

The back of your neck tingles and warms at his unexpected praise. You smile and take a sip from your drink to hide the effect that this single word has on you.

“What about you?” You ask, swiping your eyes over him from his feet to his head, analyzing him somewhat. “Secret agent or some sort of military?”

Frank’s eyebrows go up his forehead in surprise. You had delivered your words with a hint of humor in them, but that had been your first thought after hearing and seeing him.

“What makes you think that?” He questions with an amused smile, his eyes narrowed curiously.

“A hunch, I guess— The way you hold yourself, what you said on the phone. I heard you using the word debrief and how you said the time? Fifteen hundred? Sorry, I didn’t mean to overhear your conversation.” You quickly add, not wanting to make it seem like you had purposely been eavesdropping.

Frank stares at you with a small frown, but he doesn’t look upset; more intrigued, really.

“You got some good observational skills,” he mutters with a faint smile.

“Does that mean I’m right?” You grin at his easy demeanor.

Frank doesn’t say anything, just lifts his glass to his lips and drinks while keeping his eyes on you.

You laugh through your nose.

“I am, huh—? Alright. I won’t ask more— Although,” you say slowly as a thought crosses your mind. “Is Frank Castle your actual name?”

Frank snorts in amusement.

“Yes.”

“I guess I’ll just have to believe you,” you sigh dramatically, making Frank laugh loudly.

“Let’s just say that my job is to protect others”, he confides, still chuckling from your antics.

“As in bodyguard?” You had said that you would not ask, but since he had told you more, the question had come naturally.

Frank shrugs and moves his head from side to side in a more or less motion.

You look at Frank a little more closely, at his straight back and shoulders, the way his eyes keep skimming the room, and smile. Yeah, he does fit the part. Frank stares back, expression open, although he is not easy to read all the same. You find him entirely compelling. So much that you had not noticed, until now, that you have moved closer to each other during the conversation.

“So— You stayin’ long?”

He clearly wants to change the subject, and you had told him that you would not pry, so you play along.

“No— I’m flying home tomorrow. All done with business,” you smile, feeling the heat coming from him as he shifts closer yet.

One side of Frank’s mouth tilts up in a faint smile, as he tips his head to one side.

“Only pleasure left, then?” His voice is low and intimate.

You quickly lick your lips at that.

“I hope so,” you breathe, before your eyes widen minutely, and you look down with a small, shocked laugh at your words.

You don’t know what has gotten into you tonight. This isn’t your style. Flirting with men during your trips, yes, but not this obvious desire for more. Especially since you have only been talking for a few minutes. You don’t know what it is about Frank that makes you act like this. Something about him puts you at ease while simultaneously turning you on. And he is obviously interested too. Has been from the moment that he has really looked at you. Why shouldn’t you indulge yourself for once?

“I think I should be going back to my room.” You stand, suddenly wishing you had not left your phone in your room, so your hands had something to do and would not show your nerves as they shake lightly.

Frank blinks and leans away from you with a few short nods. You know what he is thinking, and he has it all wrong.

“Yeah, sure. Uh— Have a good flight tomorrow.”

You neither answer nor move away from his side, only standing there, looking at him. Frank eventually stares at you once he has noticed that you have not left. He frowns slightly, confused, before he really locks eyes with you and his face morphs into surprised understanding.

With his eyes still on you, he pulls out his wallet and leaves a few notes on the counter. Swallowing your nerves, you turn on your heels and head for the exit and straight for the elevators. You don’t check if Frank is following you, but you can hear sure footsteps a few paces behind you. You press the call button for the elevator and find Frank coming to stand next to you out of the corner of your eyes. It doesn’t take long for the elevator to arrive, the doors emitting the usual ding as they open. You step inside, with Frank following close by, and push the button for your floor. You stand against the mirrored side of the elevator, face pointed downwards, while your fingers move nervously at your side.

“Hey,” Frank says softly, coming to stand in front of you. “You’re alright? If I got it wrong, I-”

“You didn’t. I—” You close your eyes and release a small, exasperated laugh, before finally meeting his eyes again. “It’s not something I ever do. I— I don't – I-”

“Hey, hey. It’s alright, Sweetheart,” Frank’s voice is soothing and low. He is still standing close but doesn’t touch you. “If you’ve changed your mind, that’s fine. It’s your choice. I can go back to-”

“No,” you say it softly but with conviction before leaning your head back against the mirror and laughing lightly again at how surreal this feels to you. “I don’t want you to leave.”

Frank is quiet for a beat, before he steps forward, right into your space but still not touching you anywhere.

“Can I touch you?” He rumbles, getting you to look at him and into his warm but intense eyes.

You exhale a harsh breath and make small but fervent nods of agreement. His eyes dip to your lips, then back up.

“Need you to say it,” he rasps, his voice deepening.

“Please?” You breathe, and even to you, the desperation sounds clear in your voice.

Frank’s nostrils flare at that word, his eyes swallowed by black.

“Not that. Not yet, at least— Yes or no, Sweetheart?”

“Yes!” You say it with such want that it comes out as a hiss at the end.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, but Frank moves in anyway, paying them no mind, as a hand goes to your nape to pull you towards him and into a long kiss. Your knees nearly buckle at the sheer intensity of his kisses, making you stumble backwards. Frank follows and catches himself with his other hand against the mirror. He presses you against it, his whole body aligning with yours as he licks between your parted lips. You grip the shirt at his back, tilting your head this or that way to reciprocate with just as much ardor.

You only snap out of it once the elevator doors close again, and you manage to slam your hand against the button to open them again before someone can summon the cart back down. Frank stops the kiss with a chuckle after noticing what you have done. Finding new confidence, you side step Frank and take hold of his hand to pull him out of the elevator and towards your room. You slip the key card out of your pants’ pocket and quickly slide it into the slot at the top of the handle to unlock the door. It clicks and you hurriedly push it open. Frank follows without a word and closes the door behind himself. You move back to him and shove him against the door, before taking his lips again. Frank makes a surprised noise at your actions, but it’s a pleasant surprise from how he groans into the kiss and lets your tongue glide against his.

Undressing is a quick affair. You don’t have the patience to tease or be teased, and from how Frank’s hands pull and tug at your clothes to get to your skin, the feeling is quite mutual. You do take a moment to stare at him once he is topless, his jeans open and revealing dark boxer shorts. A small breath shudders out of you at what you see. You really did luck out with this one. You meet his eyes again, only to see him looking at you with a one-sided smile, letting you observe him at leisure. He lets his eyes travel appreciatively over you as well, dressed in only your underwear. You can feel your hard nipples pushing against the thin fabric of your bra, his gaze making you shiver. Glancing down at his thighs as he shuffles while he waits you out, your eyes take in the distinct line of his erection pressed against one side of his crotch, still covered by his jeans and boxers. You only realize that you have moved once your knees meet the carpeted floor and your hands have gone to the top of his pants. You had not even made any conscious decision about kneeling at his feet, pure lust making you act. Staring up at Frank, you find him staring right back, his lips parted and panting faintly. He seems as surprised as you to find you kneeling so boldly, so obviously hungry for more. With his eyes remaining on you, Frank pushes his jeans lower, his erection springing out of it and catching your immediate attention. You utter a sharp breath at the size of him, your jaw aching in delicious anticipation. You would feel embarrassed with how your mouth floods with saliva at the idea of using your mouth on Frank, or at the unbidden, high-pitched, keening sound that comes from you at the wave of want, but you cannot regret anything, as you see how Frank closes his eyes as if fighting to keep in control.

“Please?”

Frank makes a small laugh that sounds between amazed and incredibly turned on after you have spoken.

“Feels like I should be the one beggin’, Sweetheart.”

Warming all the more from his words, you shuffle closer. You slowly curl your fingers around his length, feeling the heat and hardness under them, and lean in. You kiss the tip, just over the slit, before opening your mouth to let the flat of your tongue press under the head. Curling your tongue this time, you pull him in and suck gently over the tip. Frank exhales loudly as you moan around him, getting the first taste of him. It’s heady to get this kind of reaction from him right off the bat. You open your mouth again and let your tongue slide down the base of his cock, before moving back up and sucking the head back in. You keep it slow, fighting the urge to take him in as deeply as you can. For now at least. You crave more of the small, aborted movements that Frank makes, like he is also trying to hold back from thrusting forward. You end up being the one to give in first, the second that Frank’s fingers slide into the small hairs at the back of your skull. With your other hand on his hip, you moan, high, and relax your jaw, letting saliva coat Frank’s cock until he hits the back of your throat. He’s about to pull away as you choke a bit harder than expected, but you don’t let him, taking him right back in, humming and moaning repeatedly as you move back and forth over his length. Your mind is in a haze of lust, your eyes closed and your whole body only feeling, taking pleasure in tearing sounds from Frank; cut-off groans and grunts that only make you work harder.

The hand in your hair tightens suddenly, Frank pulling you off him with a decisive growl.

“Fuck, you’re somethin’ else,” he says in a rumbling tone, as he pulls you up until you are standing again.

He doesn’t give you any room to reply as he kisses you deeply again, while walking you backwards until you encounter the foot end of the bed. Agile fingers unclasp your bra, the garment falling from your skin and leaving your breasts on display for Frank. He takes a step away from you and has you sitting on the bed before it is his turn to kneel between your parted legs. He leans into you as you cup his face and kiss him again, the position different now. Frank quickly makes his way down your neck with his mouth, while his hands slowly stroke down your back and over your sides, making you squirm a little. Frank chuckles and takes one nipple into his mouth, playfully pulling at it with his teeth. You whimper and clamp your legs together, only his body stopping you as you feel the heat getting stronger and stronger between your legs. Taking pity on your breasts, Frank moves lower again, leaving small licks and kisses over your skin to reach your underwear. His fingers hook into your panties, and you obligingly lift your hips to help him remove them. You are sitting, fully bared to him, while he still has his pants on. You fight the impulse to cover yourself, your legs still blocked by Frank’s presence between them. His hands are on your thighs now, his thumbs trailing slowly, teasingly over the inside of your thighs, the skin already feeling sensitive when he has barely touched you yet. His hands move to your hips and pull at you until you slide forward. Enough for him to— With a kiss to the inside of your thigh, Frank leans in, the bed at the perfect height that he does not have to really lower himself a lot to press his lips against your core. You watch him with wide eyes as he nuzzles against your mound, before the tip of his tongue strokes around your outer lips. Your mouth opens slightly as you observe him, let him tease you, only your trembling legs and your arms that hold you up behind you are proof of how much he affects you. You whimper as he gently suckles at your inner lips, avoiding your clit purposely. A moment later, his tongue passes through your folds and finally runs over your neglected clit. You jerk at the contact, your body so high-strung already that this simple tease is enough to get a strong reaction out of you. As if that had been what he had been hoping for, Frank folds his arms under your thighs and squeezes your hips. He keeps you in place as his ministrations gain intensity, his tongue pressing harder, his mouth sucking at your flesh. You curl over him, your hands in his hair as your hips undulate to get more. You can’t help yourself, your body moving on its own accord from Frank’s devoted mouth and the enthusiastic sounds coming from him.

“F-Frank? I – Ah – Please. I-”

“Mhm?” Frank does not stop what he is doing, that sound the only hint that he is listening to you.

“Iwannacomewithyouinsideme,” you get out in a rush, your voice catching on another moan as your body trembles from Frank’s tongue teasing its point around your clit.

Frank stops, and you look down at him, meeting his dark gaze. Your whole face burns at the sight of Frank’s mouth, nose, and chin covered in your juices. He swipes a palm over his lower face as he straightens on his knees before he stands, his dick bobbing proudly at the motion.

“Yeah?” He leans over you, getting you to instinctively lie down on the bed.

“Uh huh.”

Frank smiles faintly as he kisses you slowly, one hand holding him up at your side while the other returns between your legs. He presses two fingers inside you, making you moan into his mouth and squeeze his legs with yours that are still folded over the end of the bed. Frank gathers both of your knees over his arms, lifting your legs off the ground and pressing them up. Withdrawing to look at you, Frank puts one of his knees on the bed, while he keeps his balance with the other foot on the floor and guides himself inside you. Your eyes don’t waver from his, unable to tear your gaze away from his undivided attention as he fills you so completely. Your mouth falls open on a silent cry, that transforms into a low moan of deep pleasure as inch after inch strokes against your walls as his cock creates space for itself. You reflexively clench around him, making Frank buck his hips sharply forward and ripping an electrified gasp from you. Finding the right position, Frank starts moving, slowly at first, until you press your heels into the small of his back and he suddenly pistons forward, hard. Your head snaps back, and you cry out with each slap inside you. Your hands grip at his arms and shoulders as a wave of jumbled words comes out of the both of you; you beg for more, while Frank is telling you how good you feel.

Your orgasm runs through you slowly, growing in strength as it goes from your center until it goes through your whole body, your toes tingling and curling with the force of it. You can feel yourself clenching around him repeatedly, which makes Frank curse at the back of his throat, and his hips snap shortly. He watches raptly as you fall apart underneath him, waiting until you are reaching the end of your climax for him to fall into his own. His head bows forward and his knee buckles a little as pleasure takes over his body. You watch him through heavy lidded eyes, your breath coming in quick pants. You let your fingers slide over his back and shoulders and bite your lip on a soft smile when he frowns with his eyes still closed and lets out a long breath through his nose. He slowly opens his eyes and catches your gaze after you have slid your fingers into the hair at his nape. He leans in without a word, grazing his lips against yours before his tongue teases at your upper lip. Frank lets go of your legs for you to wrap them loosely around the back of his thighs as you nibble at his tongue. He huffs out a small laugh at your action and presses his lips fully against your smiling ones. There is no urgency anymore, the exchange slow and sensual. It’s as Frank shifts and almost pulls out of you that you remember that your ass is hanging halfway over the end of the bed. You start giggling at your realization, and Frank draws back with a curious smile on his lips.

“We didn't even fully make it on the bed.”

Frank blinks and lifts his eyes to the top of the bed. He hangs his head and chuckles warmly, then presses a few kisses into your jaw.

“Got caught up in the moment, I guess.”

You hum contentedly and turn your head to the side to give Frank better access to your neck. You stay that way a while longer, anyway; you never feel cold with the warmth coming from Frank.

Ultimately, you do have to move, remembering your flight the next morning.

“I’m going to take a quick shower.” You stand on wobbly legs and make your way to the bathroom. Frank only makes a sound indicating that he heard you. You stop at the door and bite your lip. “If you want to stay, you can take a shower too.”

You say it as nonchalantly as possible, since you don’t want to pressure him into anything. You know that this is a one-time thing, but why not spend a little more time together. If he wants to.

“Sure.” There is no hesitation, not even a second of consideration.

You smile and nod before vanishing in the bathroom.

Once the two of you are done with the bathroom, Frank joins you in bed in only his boxers, while you wear an oversized tee shirt and a pair of panties.

“You’re sure you don’t want to go to your room to get something?”

“Nah, I’m good like that.”

You had thought that it would feel awkward, but you settle comfortably next to each other, and you switch off the lights. Frank shifts next to you, and you feel him wrapping an arm around your waist as he moves to face your back.

“That okay?” He whispers into your ear.

Always so considerate.

“Yeah,” you breathe, resting an arm over his. “At least I know I won’t be cold tonight.” You grin.

Frank chuckles, moving the hair at your nape. With his heat at your back, you fall asleep in no time.

You wake some time later, feeling slightly disoriented. There is a warm presence against you, and that is when you remember Frank. You smile softly to yourself, realizing that you have moved in your sleep since, you are now curled into Frank’s side, the man himself lying on his back with an arm outstretched and under your head. The darkness all around you tells you that it is still very early. A quick glance at your smartwatch confirms your assumptions; a few minutes past 3. Glad that you have another three hours to sleep, you borrow further into Frank’s side. His body radiates warmth and from this close, you can smell the shower gel as well as the last traces of his aftershave. A shiver travels down your back at the scent, a heat that has nothing to do with Frank’s body slowly curls in your belly. Your eyes open, and you can faintly make out the contours of Frank’s profile. You bite your lower lip as you think. Your face is only a few inches away from Frank’s. Would he mind if you—? He wanted to stay the night, so you guess that— Feeling emboldened by the darkness, you decide to make the most out of the night with Frank. Tentatively, you lean in and slide your lips against the side of Frank’s neck, until you reach the underside of his ear. There is a faint grunt that comes from Frank, but he otherwise neither moves nor says anything. This time, you graze your teeth over Frank’s ear lobe, before you gently suck on it. A deep breath is the only response you get to this, and you wonder if he is awake yet. Pressing your whole front against Frank’s side, you tickle your fingers over his stomach and follow the line of the elastic of his boxers. Your mouth continues to give attention to his ear.

“You do realize that there will be consequences for what you’re doin’, right?” Frank suddenly rumbles, his voice rough from sleep and something more.

You startle a bit at the sound of his voice, but chuckle a second later.

“I sure hope so.” You nip at his ear lobe and slide a finger lower to find Frank already more than half hard.

Frank growls and rolls onto his side to face you, forcing you to pull away from his ear. The hand from the arm you are lying on moves to your hair to fist in it; not enough to hurt, but there. You can feel his breath over your face, he is so close, yet he does not kiss you or move any closer.

“Think you can take it? I don’t take kindly to being woken up and teased like that.” The tone is playful, you can tell that he is smirking, but what makes you say your next words is the hint of delicious danger in his voice.

“Try me.”

There is a dark chuckle right before Frank moves. Within a few, short seconds, you find yourself on your front, your face in the pillows and Frank straddling your legs. You barely have the time to gasp before Frank takes hold of your hips and pulls your ass up. Your panties get lowered to mid-thigh, keeping your legs together, while Frank pushes your tee shirt up and off. You raise onto your elbows and try to look behind you despite the almost full darkness, only the outlines of Frank’s body visible to you. Frank pulls you back towards his hips, the motion followed by the feeling of the blunt head of his cock parting your damp folds and pushing inside swiftly.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, as your closed legs create an even tighter passage for him.

Frank does not go easy on you, as warned, and fucks you quickly, his hips smacking loudly against your ass, his hands firm over your waist. Your elbows quiver, while moan after moan and small cries of pleasure are torn out of your mouth every time he dives back in. You love every second of it, and it comes as no surprise that you come explosively, his cock rubbing against your walls in the most perfect way, your closed legs making sure of that as well. Frank fucks you through your release, the thrusts slower, but he still goes as deep as possible until your upper body crumbles to the mattress as you come down again. You gasp after he suddenly pulls out, your walls now clenching around nothing, and see him moving to your side of the bed in the darkness.

“Wanna feel your mouth again.”

You are off the bed and with your knees on the floor in a matter of seconds after he has spoken. Your legs are still feeling like jello, meaning that this position is perfect for you, the eagerness to take him into your mouth again returning with full force.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Frank groans once you have sucked the head between your lips.

You whimper at the praise and pull off to lick your way around his whole length. You moan as you taste yourself, his whole cock slick with your essence, and press your thighs together at the phantom feeling of having him still deep inside you. Frank’s fingers move into your hair, while his hips start thrusting shallowly. You groan and stop moving, while you relax your jaw and make small, affirmative sounds. Frank understands your intentions just fine and starts thrusting in and out at a quicker pace. His hands hold your face in place, while you are holding yourself steady at his thighs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, I'm—”

You keep him close, wordlessly telling him that you want all of it. Frank’s hands tighten in your hair as he starts coming with a cut-off expletive, coating your tongue with his bittersweet release.

You slump back against the bed, resting your back there for a moment as you catch your breath and swallow. Frank joins you and cups the sides of your face with his large palms. He does not say anything, yet the way he presses his lips against yours tells you that he more than enjoyed himself. As he helps you stand, you realize that your panties are still around your thighs. You huff out a small laugh and quickly pull them back in place, before going to blindly hunt for your tee shirt on the bed. You settle back on the bed like earlier, except that you are now facing him.

“Told you I can take it,” you say with a wide grin as Frank puts a hand on your thigh.

“You’re a goddamn menace once all the shyness has gone, you know that?” Frank snorts and squeezes your thigh.

Your grin turns soft as you take in his words and think back to how nervous you had been a few hours earlier. Frank’s tone clearly implies that he likes it, as surprised as he might be about it. You are just as surprised as him, if you have to be honest.

“Guess you make it easy.” You shrug with one shoulder.

Frank does not reply, but his hand moves from your thigh and comes to slide the fingers over the side of your face and gently to the back of your neck. He keeps his hand there for a moment, the gesture affectionate and making you smile.

“Get some rest, Sweetheart.” Frank leans in to press a soft kiss against your forehead.

You hum in agreement, your stomach tightening at the kiss, and close your eyes. Sleep takes a little longer before it gets you this time, but you fall into a dreamless sleep once it does claim you.

This time you wake because of the alarm on your phone going off. It lies on the bedside table where you had left it before heading into the bar. You quickly snatch it from the surface and stop the alarm. Frank groans next to you and turns to lie on his stomach. You stare at him for a few seconds before you force yourself to get up, not wanting to miss your flight. You freshen up in the bathroom and get ready in record time, glad that you had packed your suitcase before dinner, leaving you to only put back your pajamas and other necessities like a toothbrush and such. You look around the room to check if you have not forgotten anything. Your eyes return to the bed once you are sure that you have everything packed, and stare at Frank. He has not moved again after you had gotten up. You cannot help smiling to yourself at the thought that his tiredness might also be your fault and not only his job. You bite the inside of your cheek as you watch him. Should you wake him? For what? Yeah, you like him, but you know near to nothing about each other. What more is there to say?

You finally decide to write him a quick note, not wanting to leave just like that.

I had a wonderful night. Thank you.

You scribble it on a square of paper with the logo of the hotel on it and leave it on the pillow you slept on. You get your carry-on suitcase and silently open the door, throwing Frank one last look before walking away.

---

Back at work, you celebrate your success with your team. You open a bottle of overpriced champagne, but you had all worked your asses off, so this felt needed and deserved. Everyone has a lot of fun and that is what really matters.

Thoughts of Frank come unbidden every now and then, mostly after you have gone home. However, you also remember his expression as he had realized that he knows nothing about the field you work in as you pull up a draft of a company logo that you had been working on before going on your business trip. You laugh to yourself at the memory.

At times, you wonder if you should have asked for his number, only to shake your head at the thought; with his job, that is not the best idea, and he probably does not have the time for dates. A shame, in your opinion, but it isn’t like you can do anything about it anymore. Moving on is the best thing to do.

---

Close to a month after you had met Frank, you are having a lazy weekend at home. You are sitting on your couch, legs crossed under you, and your laptop on your thighs. Graphic design might be part of your job, but it has started as a hobby and that is still something that you love to do whenever you are off work. Particularly now, as you are working on a fun birthday card for a close friend. You are clicking away on the mouse and adjusting the size of the text over the top of the card, when there is a knock at your apartment door.

You turn your head and stare at the door with raised eyebrows, since you are not expecting anyone today. Putting the laptop beside you, you get up and head towards the entrance. You curiously look through the peephole and nearly do a double take after glimpsing who is on the other side of the door. You take a step back as you frown in confusion, before slowly opening.

Frank’s head lifts from where he had been staring down, his eyes immediately catching yours.

“Hey,” he says tentatively, looking sheepish.

“Hi.” You blink rapidly a few times, still slightly shocked. Your mouth opens and closes a few times as you try to form words, but you have no idea where to start. “How – I – Did—”

“Sorry for showin’ up like that, I – I wasn’t sure if I should call first or— Now I think I should've, and— Yeah.”

You stare at him for a beat, before glancing behind you.

“You want to come in?” You have a nosy neighbor, and you would prefer it if that conversation happens inside.

Frank nods before he walks into the apartment after you have moved inside to let him in. He closes the door while you lean against the back of your couch, your hands holding you up on the headrest. You observe Frank, who glances around your place before he returns his eyes to you.

“Nice place.”

“Thanks.” A beat of silence. “Did you look me up?” You question, completely baffled, but you cannot help smiling in amused astonishment and at Frank’s apparent uneasiness.

Frank grimaces and scratches at the back of his neck as he nods sheepishly.

“Shit, yeah, I know how it looks— I promise I don’t usually do shit like that. I just— You were gone when I woke up and— I dunno, I guess— I wanted to see you again and-”

“Frank, it’s fine. Well— I can’t say I’m not surprised, but— I guess it’s part of your job to do stuff like that?”

Frank visibly relaxes as he realizes that you are not mad at him. “Yeah,” he sighs. “At first I was just curious, y’know. Didn’t plan on just bargin’ in like that. Then I realized that we’re both from New York.”

Your eyebrows go up in surprise, and Frank nods in confirmation at your expression.

“Hell’s Kitchen.”

“Guess it really is a small world, huh?”

Your neighborhood is only one down from Hell’s Kitchen.

Frank nods before he looks down and frowns.

“Listen, I know this is weird, and the night we spent together was meant to be just that, one night, so I can just leave and—” Frank trails off with a self-conscious shrug.

You stare at him for a bit. You definitely do not want him to leave. As surprised and confused as you are that he wanted to see you again, you cannot lie about not having thought about him either.

“Are you here for business or for pleasure?” You ask as you throw Frank a small, tender smile, echoing your first words to him.

Frank’s head snaps up at your words, a pleased smile slowly forming on his face. He tentatively comes closer, as if checking if this is alright with you. You stay where you are and wait for him to reach you. He cups your face and strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“More than just pleasure,” he promises before he kisses you.

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