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[kedsandtubesocks]

dance away your cowboy blues

Country Singer!Joel Miller x F!Reader

summary: who knew the man with the voice of an angel could break your heart this bad?

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY MDNI, modern/no outbreak AU & Joel has both his daughters, exes to lovers with eventual husband!Joel, angst followed up by good sweet fluff, concert venue, light drinking mention, Joel being stubborn & bad at feelings, hints of spice, fools in love, reader is addressed as ‘honey, darlin,’ use of song lyrics in fic, Pearl Jam & Taylor Swift song mentions, soft & heartbroken!Joel, lovesick!Joel

word count: 6k

a/n: here we are - the last installment in our ‘Let’s Rodeo’ series & I’m so incredibly grateful to finally make it here, also this is my mini tribute to our boy and his SAG award! The main song Joel sings is this one and I highly recommend! Thank you to my forever babe @the-wild-wolves-around-you for letting me scream about plot holes & aiding my Joel brainrot, @tightjeansjavi for always being down to chat about Joel, and to @lowlights & @ahauntedcowboy for being my ever guiding forces for this series, thank you all… And finally to you reading this, thank you so much ♡

A year ago, Joel broke up with you on a warm early spring morning.

He arrived at your apartment, sat you down and shattered your world. You felt every range of emotion as he simply stood there like a man of steel.

So upset and angry, you wanted to rip your heart out and throw it at him.

Then later that week you found out his record was officially getting picked up and you crumbled.

Ending your relationship simply because he was about to step into true proper fame - you never took Joel to be a man so somberly callous. However, you began wondering if that’s what fame sometimes did to people.

When curiosity gnawed too hard, you’d Google him or even check Spotify. Simply catching glimpses of how big he’s gotten sent you spiraling. Last Thanksgiving, your favorite aunt threatened to lock your phone away when she found you upset in the bathroom after discovering Joel was performing at the Dallas Cowboys holiday game.

From that point on you refused to even check any amount of social media or update on him.

A few clunky first dates and a couple of ghosting experiences later, you’ve now decided to simply work on yourself and embrace the selfcare of being single.

It’s why when your best friend called you earlier today eagerly explaining how her parents had extra tickets to the Rodeo tonight, she playfully teased how she knew you didn’t have anything planned for this Saturday night.

You almost hung up on her, but you excitedly scrambled to get ready.

Now the smell of fried foods, popcorn, and beer cloud the air. The fairgrounds hold a chaotic but controlled lively energy. You never knew so many cowboy hats could exist in one space.

Once you meet up with your best friends' parents, you’re transported to a whole new area you never believed could exist during a rodeo. Lux and cozy, the VIP lounge gleams with its elevated experience. You knew your best friend’s mom worked for the construction company managing the arena. You just didn’t realize how big of a hookup it was. The VIP tickets allowed for full premium dining along with a couple of free drinks.

More importantly - it came with the best concert seats.

“In the dirt” is how they’re described because the tickets are literally stationed on the floor, in the dirt of the rodeo stadium, right by the stage.

Ecstatic and bubby energy now fills you. The food being served is divine and you gladly enjoy the free various drinks.

“So wait, did we figure out who’s performing?” You ask curiously while you lounge taking advantage of the nice seating area.

“Uh, I think my dad said it’s that band named Midland is performing today.” Your friend answers but then is quickly pulled away to meet more of her mom’s coworkers.

You’ve never heard of the band, but for a free concert you’re open to enjoy some live music.

It’s a trait you gained from Joel.

Because of him you grew to love music performances, the energy that comes with hearing the band, being among the hum of the crowd. The trips around Austin seeing not just him perform, but enjoying other concerts with him, let you appreciate and admire live shows.

Waiting for the concert allows you to enjoy some of the actual rodeo event. But the main performance of the evening soon arrives.

“You kids go enjoy! We’re getting a little too old and are just gonna stay back and enjoy the free food.” Your best friend’s mom grins with a wink.

The ticket advertisement wasn’t joking when it said close to the stage. The ground level truly sits on the dirt floor. The arena swallows you whole surrounding you like a strange fishbowl. A small crowd already lines the front railing closest to the stage. However sneakily you find a nice open spot by the side that gives a clear sight to the stage.

Even if you don’t know the band, giddiness bubbles in you electric.

You take in the massive general admission floor section already packed full. The band must be popular. So you take plenty of pictures and happily enjoy the time with your dear friend.

The lights dim and excitement crackles in the air. The stage lights up. The large backdrop screens on the stage flutter to life beginning to showcase different picturesque black and white shots of Texas.

Midland, you remember, is a city in Texas so the images make sense. A low strum of a guitar begins playing. The melody dances soft but in a quick beat, a hypnotic tune trying to rev up the crowd.

The tune brews up its intended magic that you even get swept up in the anticipation. The sound gets faster and the strumming is rather simple but so striking.

Then the music stops. Suddenly the lights of the entire stadium shut off. Wild galvanized screams erupt.

The lights brilliantly dance forth back to light. They all focus now on the performer who, like magic, now appears on the stage with the rest of the band.

And the lead singer is Joel.

Your knees almost give out.

Dressed in the most dangerous plaid green button up, it so simple yet beautifully compliments him. More grays pepper his beard and highlight his tousled curls. The brilliant stage lights bask him in a heavenly glow.

Your soul momentarily leaves your body the minute his voice sings his first note.

Instantly your best friend whips towards you panicked. She rapidly screams asking if you’re okay as she apologizes over and over.

“My dad must have gotten the dates wrong! God I should’ve fucking doubled checked or some shit!” She cries deeply apologetic and hurt.

You earnestly tell her it’s not her fault and it’s alright. It was just an unfortunate mixup.

“Do you wanna leave?” Your friend leans closer to you. Her eyes shine understanding and considerate. “We didn’t pay for these tickets and I promise you my parents will completely understand. We can say fuck it and bounce.”

You haven’t even completely processed it’s Joel. It’s like your brain went cloudy and now blinking out of the fog, your eyes return to the stage.

Joel isn’t an extroverted man. He’s reserved, quietly charming, even holds a gruff but poised grace. But right now, he’s an absolute sun on the stage. He’s radiant, naturally swaying to the music while singing his soul soul.

Maybe it’s the piece of you still horribly in love with him, or just the curiosity to see how this goes, whatever it is - you shake your head no.

“We can stay.”

Your best friend’s eyes go wide as saucers hearing your answer.

“Are you sure?” She presses and you nod your head.

“Yeah, let’s stay. Afterwards we can laugh about how old he’s gotten.” You laugh bitterly about him looking more aged even after a year.

When truthfully the stronger wrinkles around his face, the vibrant grays, all of his aging only intensifies his striking looks.

A canyon wide sized hole rips through your heart.

The song flutters to an end and the crowd claps with a thunderous roar. With a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder your dear friend nods then turns back to the concert.

You pray this isn’t the worst decision you’ve ever made.

Then Joel speaks.

“Howdy everyone,” his voice is still so devilishly thick and smooth as a shot of moonshine. His accent does his home state proud. The crowd absolutely adores him, screaming loud just hearing him speak.

“Thank y'all for comin’ out tonight. I’m Joel Miller and m’here to sing y’all a few songs.” So simple, casually eased, and it’s so Joel.

His gruff southern charm made you fall in love with him so fast and now it’s a unique brand of magic charming everyone under his spell.

Joel strums a few notes, rapidly shifting the tune and transitions into the next song.

You now fully soak in Joel.

He seems otherworldly, a god of music reincarnated as a Texan cowboy. You think back to the days sitting in his living room and listening to him play. You were honored to see that side of him, to hear him strum to life so much magic.

During the holiday’s Joel’s daughters, Ellie and Sarah, would often pester him to sing silly songs. He’d grumpily obliged but you knew he basked in their attention and love.

He loved to sing. You always knew he was destined for the stage like it was woven into his veins.

You still remember the day one of Joel’s acoustic performances blew up online gaining so much attention. The excitement and absolute joy you felt then still lingers in the corners of your heart. Although, those feelings have been gathering cobwebs.

There’s of course a bitterness seeing him, but also, an unbearably small twinkling pride knowing he’s here living his dream. The song finishes and again the stadium rumbles in applause.

“How y’all doin’ tonight?” Joel asks and your heart jumps hearing his voice again.

The crowd cheers back at him.

“Good good, let’s keep it goin’.” He yells back and then strums the guitar sharp.

That’s when the stage slowly starts moving.

It’s slow but with the surprise purpose to look out to the entire crowd. For some reason you almost laugh thinking of that man, who couldn’t even remember how to FaceTime on his ipad, on a full rotating platform.

However, the lyrics start and you realize he’s singing a heartbreak ballad.

If you’re going out with someone new, I’m going out with someone too…I won’t feel sorry for me, I’m getting drunk but I’d much rather be somewhere with you…

It’s hard hearing him now with how exhilarated the crowd screams at the stage moving. But you try to hear how the rest of the song unfolds.

At the chorus, your throat tightens.

I can go out every night of the week, can go home with anybody I meet, but it’s just a temporary high… ‘cause when I close my eyes, I’m somewhere with you

The words sting every inch of you, but you believe it has to be just a simple heartbreak story and isn’t about you, isn’t directed at you. Yet the words feel like sharpened edges of a broken mirror that seem to reflect every moment of your time with him.

Then the stage rotates to your side of the floor.

There’s no way he can see you or will even spot you. There’s a whole crowd stretching before him. You’re just a fish in a sea of fans.

Joel continues strumming, allowing his voice to so beautifully carry the emotion.

The stage, in its slow movement, is now front and center to your line of sight. Some girls at the very direct front of the railing scream and wave frantically at him.

A small smile tugs at Joel’s lips as he waves back. Joel’s eyes scan the rest of the crowd -

And that’s when he spots you.

Quickly, you rationalize he could be staring out behind you at someone else alongside the side railing.

But Joel’s eyes even narrow trying to focus more. Your gaze stays on him, like something inside of you refuses to waiver.

His eyes flicker with realization then turn into full moons.

He knows it’s you.

Joel continues singing the chorus but emotions cloud his face. His brows are furrowed hard, almost confused like he’s trying to really comprehend what’s going on.

You understand. You’d be so confused too if you were in his position. You’re still even baffled as to why you stayed in the first place.

The stage starts shifting back to the main center direction

But Joel cranes his face to the side, refusing to have his eyes leave.

His focus stays on you.

It’s obvious enough that your best friend now shakes your body.

“Is he staring at you?!” She tries to whisper but she ends up partly screaming.

You think maybe it’s a hallucination.

Yet Joel’s deep inky eyes stubbornly stay locked on you as he sings now.

If you see out on the town and it looks like I’m burning it down, you won’t ask and I won’t say… but in my heart I’m always somewhere with you…

Your world twists warped, melting into a sea of so many emotions you can’t stay afloat.

Joel finishes his song and the crowd enthusiastically cheers. Yet, it sounds muffled as a numbness crawls over you like a thick soupy fog.

You should leave. You need to. But you’re here now. And decide to see the end of this. If he’s singing about someone lingering within him, then you might as well make true to those lyrics.

Joel lowers his face for a moment and shakes his head. The mic faintly picks up his cough of a disbelieving laugh and your heart sinks.

“Alright folks, let’s jam.” He announces composed and brings his guitar to life.

He’s beautiful walking around with it. Strums effortlessly until he shifts from one guitar, his classic, to a more sleek all black styled one.

Joel lets the music and band take over while he makes the switch. He also leans in to whisper something to the stage hand.

Then as if nothing, Joel steps back into the limelight and illuminates the stage.

He walks around freely now that the stage stopped rotating. The current song is lively with a great beat and you hate how badly you want to bounce around to its infectious sound and the way Joel’s voice elevates the tune.

Caught up in the melody, you don’t notice until it’s too late. Joel walks over to the side of the stage directly facing you.

The guitar carries a large piece of this song’s bridge allowing his eyes to flicker across the crowd.

Until they return to your gaze. Stuck in his stare, Joel suddenly cocks his chin towards you.

Most of the crowd around you screams at his simple action. Even your best friend yells out a loud ‘holy shit’ but you stay quiet.

Not knowing how to react, all you do is stupidly shrug.

It’s awful, not even the best reaction you can give.

But Joel barks a laugh, a true laugh that thankfully happens at the tail end of the song, but your knees go weak.

You made him laugh.

On stage.

Heartache finds its way back into your system fiercer than ever and it poisonously tastes of adoration as well.

Joel transitions into another song. This time moving around the stage more towards the other side.

Yet, either his eyes flicker back to you, or he ends up walking to your section.

A part of you wonders if he’s doing this now to mock you, almost showing off how good he is knowing you’re here. You don’t believe Joel would be that heartless, but you hate how that option still lingers.

“He’s been walking over here a lot.” Someone even behind you even notices.

“Well he is old.” Someone yells back. “Maybe he’s just trying to keep his joints in shape.”

You almost want to snap back that he’s looking damn good for his age and in good enough shape that he kept you bent like a pretzel for practically a whole weekend, but you swallow back the protective bite.

You simply go back to enjoying the show, and it’s fantastic. You can’t deny that. Joel is a performer, keeps the crowd focused and engaged. He isn’t showy or dramatic but takes control of his presence on stage.

You think of the days seeing him at small bars around town, sitting on a stool playing till his heart's content.

Then he booked Stubb’s in Austin and when you watched him own that stage - you knew this was meant for him.

You’re reminded of that so vividly tonight.

“Alright, gettin’ to the end here.” He announces and the crowd sounds heartbroken.

“I know, i know,” he coos back soft and low. “But just wanted to say y’all have been lovely.”

So many shrill shrieks crack in the room and you almost roll your eyes.

Your best friend snickers beside you. “Gotta give it to him, man can work a room.”

She’s right of course. Though it’s still so surprising for a man grumpily reserved and introverted at times.

“This next one I hope maybe some of y’all will know.”

He strums the cords to Pearl Jam’s ‘Alive.’

What gained Joel traction online was his renditions and covers of various songs. He added his own country twang and twist to all the songs he covered.

Pearl Jam happened to be one of Ellie’s favorite bands. A hollow nostalgia rip through you, thinking of the two girls you miss.

The crowd ignites recognizing the familiar rock ballad now turned into the tune of a country song by Joel’s touch. He owns the solo and his husky voice melts into the lyrics beautifully.

Under your breath you sing along. You used to sing along when you cooked breakfast at his place or during drives with him and the girls.

It’s a beautiful fondness, yet one still barbed and so aching.

The song ends with the intense but small burst of fireworks that has the stadium cheering. You even clap.

“Appreciate y’all.” He addresses the crowd. “That’s a one of my daughter’s favorites so always means a lot when I get to play it.”

A smile you can’t fight tugs at your lips at the mention of Ellie.

“Now my daughters, they’re like night ‘n day.” Joel continues and your heart fills up so overwhelming fast for those girls.

“One of them, like I said, loves some Pearl Jam. Now my other daughter…” Joel pauses.

“She’s a big fan of someone by the name of Taylor Swift.”

The crowd absolutely explodes and you think you even feel the arena shake. Sarah honestly was a big fan and Ellie loved to tease her about it so much.

“Normally for this next and final song, I’d play ‘‘shake it off.’” Joel had a few songs of hers that he covered. That one was a fan favorite.

“But tonight, I'm itchin’ to play somethin’ else.” He continues.

You even perk up curious.

“So let’s end this on a high note, yeah? Sing along if you know this one.” Joel concludes.

Then the drums begin and the song bursts to life.

The stadium swims in a dizzying frantic energy.

The way Joel sings, he’s pouring his heart out. He’s memorizing. Utterly heart wrenching.

This is the finale, the end of this strange unreal dream you’ve wandered into. You wonder if he feels it too.

The song’s chilling bridge comes and Joel walks to stare directly at you.

I thought I had you figured out, can’t breathe whenever you’re gone. Can't turn back now, I'm haunted…

His eyes never leave yours.

The lyrics sear through your heart. You think about screaming the song to back him. He’s the one who left, the one who’s ghost lives among your ribs.

Then Joel hits the final high note, lets his voice carry the powerful finale, and the crowd roars in earth shaking excitement.

It’s magical, magnetic and utterly devastating in both the best and worst ways. Another few sets of indoor fireworks go off and the show ends.

Joel wishes the crowd a beautiful night and you’re left in a tangled web of emotions.

Your best friend immediately turns to see if you’re okay. While the crowd starts leaving, you and her take a moment. Out of the edge of your focus, you notice a crew member of the arena approaching the side of the rail. You don’t think anything of it.

“Excuse me,” until that crew member stands in front of you on the other side of the barrier.

Blinking absolutely confused you turn towards the man.

“I’ve been asked to escort you backstage.” He explains and your best friend gasps.

You wonder if the ground opened below and dropped you into a free fall.

Quickly you stammer out that you couldn’t. There's no way. Maybe the man must’ve mistaken you for someone else.

“Mr. Miller said you’d say something like that.” The crew member says reaching into his pocket to hand you something.

It’s a keychain.

Not just any keychain, but the one you gave Joel.

It’s a cartoon armadillo, dressed up as a cowboy, holding a guitar. When you first saw it you immediately thought of Joel. His daughters got a kick over it, giggled at how cute it was, and your heart had bursted when you saw it constantly among his keys.

Now the worn little cowboy creature sits waiting for you. It’s sweet marble like eyes stare up at you like a day hasn’t gone by since you gave Joel this.

Your best friend gasps, maybe not fully recognizing the keychain but understanding the significance.

You ask the crew member if your friend can maybe accompany you backstage, but he shakes his head a sad no.

“Then I…I can’t.” You shakily breathe out.

“Yes you can!” She interjects. “You gotta at least hear him out!”

You turn to her and find determination fiercely burning in her eyes as she nods.

“But what about you? I don’t want you or your parents waiting around for me.” You urge.

“Don’t worry about me or especially about them!” She reassures, even offering to wait for as long as you need.

You’re grateful, unbearably so and embrace her tight.

“You call me if he gets stupid. I don’t care backstage or not, I’ll go get you.”

You laugh watery at her well meaning threat and thank her. With a quick sweet goodbye, you follow the crew member along the rails until exiting.

The walk out to the backstage area fills you with a hurricane of emotions. What else could Joel say to you? A part of you wonders if he’s going to be cruel about this, having you simply show up to his dressing room just to laugh so arrogant and smug about how wonderfully famous he is now.

No, Joel isn’t that type of man.

Or you hope fame hasn't warped him into that type of man. Arriving at the green room door, your heart races loud in your ears.

The crew member knocks and before you can compose yourself, Joel opens the door.

He’s bathed in the golden amber light of the backstage room. It highlights all those grays again but also illuminates more of the time passed on his face. More winkles line against his eyes and when he fully stares at you, you wonder how different you might look in his eyes.

A jackrabbit like urge rushes over you to maybe flee, call your best friend to come get you.

“Thanks for comin’,” he mutters out. “Was worried ya wouldn’t show.”

You want to bitterly joke that you didn’t want to, but the armadillo keychain you hang onto holds the truth.

The door closes leaving you and Joel alone. Awkward stale air chokes the space.

You simply keep your attention on examining the room. His classic weathered jacket rests thrown over the couch. The rider is stacked with so many classic Joel snacks like his favorite jerky, popcorn, and even a few familiar favorite treats his daughters love.

Then your eyes catch the mug on the counter and you grin softly.

It must be filled with Joel’s classic drink - chamomile and ginger tea with honey for his throat.

“It’s…yeah. That’s it.”

You didn’t even realize you said anything out loud until Joel replies casuing your heart to jump. Finally your eyes find his.

It's a curse that your greatest heartbreak is this handsome. Exhaustion weighs in you and feels ancient, like if you carry the sum of so many lifetimes before.

“So…You wanted to talk to me?” You speak first, trying to keep yourself strong.

“I…uh yeah.” Answering so cryptically, his shoulders deflate. “How ya been?”

“Good.” You answer simple, curt almost.

There’s too many things that could’ve slipped out if you said anything more. Like how you selfishly kept one of his shirts and hate that the smell of him on it has faded like a wistful memory. Or how you can barely listen to Dolly Parton or Johnny Cash anymore because you’re reminded of Joel singing along to their songs.

So you turn the conversation back to him.

You ask how the girls are and Joel perks up, eyes shimmering with fatherly pride.

“Good, yeah they’re good. Uh, Ellie’s playing softball for the school again ‘n Sarah’s busy with student council. They’re still just bossin’ me all around.”

“As usual.”

You both say the same line at the same time and it chokes you up.

Joel inhales and his lips press tight, a hard line. The air tightens. No one says anything and now annoyance, frustration and maybe even a bit of panic claw at you.

“Joel, why am I here?” You ask him again.

Sighing, so weary and tired, he looks down.

Feels like ages pass between you and him. The faint noise of the stadium leaks into the room muffled.

You think of your best friend waiting and of your own heart waiting to end this.

“Look, it was good to see you,” you half lie. “You did great, hope you and the girls take care”

You turn to walk out.

That’s when he blurts out your name and you stop.

“I miss you.” He exhales.

“Miss ya so g’damn much. Every fuckin’ day.” He mutters.

When you turn back around, he stares at you unwavering. You don’t know what to say.

“Seein’ ya out in the crowd…thought m’heart was gonna give out.” He barks a weak laugh.

“Almost stoppin’ the fuckin’ show just to make sure it was you… y’look beautiful as ever.” His eyes haze over slightly, almost nostalgic.

Suddenly a heated spark rips into your chest, jagged edged and angered.

“You broke up with me.” You snap, voice already raw.

“I know,” Joel nods. “Worst damn decision of m’life.”

Your lips tremble. Everything hurts like a live wire is burning up your veins.

“Then why? Why did you do it?” You croak. You want to scream, maybe even storm out and not even give him the chance to speak.

“What? Did Mr. Big Country Star hate having a partner that wasn’t famous too?” Venom leaks bitter and poisonous in your mouth, choking your throat.

“Y’know god damn well that ain’t it.” He snarls back hard.

“No actually I fucking don’t know Joel.” You reply with a fierce bite. “You so conveniently left out any real damn reason why you were breaking up with me.”

“I said our paths were going in separate directions.” He glares hard at you now.

“And that’s about it!” Your voice raises and you hate it.

The tears come quicker than you hoped for and you hate that more.

“No real explanation,” you exhale, wanting to stay as calm as you can. “You couldn’t even give me that…what else am I supposed to think?”

Even dabbing away your tears, your composure is slowly slipping.

“I couldn’t do this to you,” he breathes out and it’s broken. His eyes are shimmering obsidian pools.

“This life, all the fuckin’ mess that comes with dating someone in the limelight, I couldn’t just throw that on ya.” He explains and the truth rings out a quiet hum.

“And you didn’t think to talk to me about this?” You whisper out now hurt. “Joel, I thought we were a team.”

“We are- were.” He slips and corrects himself fast. “I just knew if we fuckin’ talked about it you wouldn’t have understood.”

“Understood what?” You’re frustrated and it leaks into your voice.

“That I didn’t want ya fuckin’ hatin’ me!” He finally screams the weighted truth.

Stunned quiet but still slightly confused, you ask Joel what he means.

Pain travels across Joel’s handsome face as his jaw clenches hard.

“This shit…it takes away a lot.” He croaks out. “Hell I’ve even missed things with the girls. Didn’t want ya sacrificin’ your life or wakin’ up one day and realizin’ how much you’ve lost ‘cause of me…couldn’t let myself do that to you.”

Your chest aches like a rocket got shot into you. You’re angry he took that chance for you to decide, but you understand.

Joel never wants to be the cause of pain to others, especially those he loves.

He agonizes so much over his decisions and how corrupting he believes he is. When in reality every action he takes you know simply stems from his endless deep devotion to keep those he loves safe.

His decision to end your relationship was him, in his own frustrating Joel way, trying to keep you safe. Even if it was from himself.

Your lips tremble and you cuss bitterly hard under your breath.

“You damn stupid man.” You hiccup. “I didn’t…I don’t care what life fame would’ve given me with you. I would never resent you. For better or worse I just wanted a life with you, that’s all I ever wanted.”

Through a few sobs, you wipe the tears fogging up your sight.

Before you can see it happening, strong sturdy arms suddenly wrap around you and shock you breathless. Curled in Joel’s arms, it’s like a sad coming home party and you cry even more.

“M’so sorry, my darlin’.” Joel whispers against your forehead.

“I hate you.” You don’t. Even on your hardest days, you never could.

“I know, hate my fuckin’ ass too.” Joel replies.

His arms squeeze you tighter.

“Never stopped lovin’ you. Never will.” His voice wavers and now your arms wrap around him.

“You left.” You whisper back so small while tears continue to prickle in your eyes.

“I know honeydew, ‘n I’ll never forgive myself for it.” He replies fiercely like a strike of lightning with its bright force. “Been a fuckin’ mess without ya. Tommy would be the first to agree and the girls too.”

You absorb his words, basking in the safe haven that is Joel. Hours, maybe days pass just in his arms.

“Please forgive me, baby.” He whispers hoarse against your head.

You nod a soft yes.

Because even the part of you that wants to yell and stubbornly say no knows the ultimate answer is, and always will be, him.

“Of course…I love you.” You mutter half dazed against his strong chest. “Love of my life.”

Pressed so close to him, you feel how hard he swallows and his arms squeeze you impossibly tighter against you.

He says your name and you hum out a soft noise.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes, which have sort of glazed over, snap open wide.

“What?” You mutter out, maybe think you misheard him.

“Marry me.” Joel repeats himself.

You practically squawk like a confused bird and scramble in his arms.

“Joel Miller, you can’t be serious?!” You shriek through the tears still lingering in your voice.

Your face snaps up to him. His face is composed, almost serene in a way as he look at you with molten eyes.

“Serious as that g’damn ring I bought ya.”

His words are a mumble but so soft and unwavering. Your soul leaves your body like you were thrown into a cold lake.

“You what?” You stammer out.

“Y’heard me.” He nudges his chin to you. “A ring. Bought it after you dropped everything to go take care of the girls when they got sick.”

Too many emotions overwhelm you and the tears return with a vengeance.

Joel, like a steady man in the storm, places his warm hand on your face to gather you back into his embrace. He places the softest kiss to the side of your head.

“We gotta have a chat about discussing your feelings with me more, Miller.” You manage to chide him through your tears.

“I know.” He mutters against your skin while he continues softly kissing you with utter tenderness. “‘N I’m not lettin’ ya go again.”

You squeeze him hard, trying to burn his memory into your arms worried you’re going to wake up and find this is just a heartbroken hallucination.

“Baby,” he begins.

“Hm?”

“Stay with me for the night.” He urges. “The bus got plenty of room-”

“Ooo, is this what you say to all your groupies, Mr. Miller?” You tease with a snort.

“Behave.” His hand playfully squeezes your hip but his underlying somber tone even with his chuckle ignites a familiar heat brewing in you of the times he’s reprimanded you like that before.

“No groupies.” Joel reassures you. “Only you sweetheart, only ever gonna be you.”

His words flutter into your heart and make a nest there.

Gently you draw back to stare at Joel. Your hand moves to his face, aching to just touch him. Even in his arms you’re waiting for him to vanish from your touch as if he’s a figment of your wrecked heart, a ghost of lovers past haunting you now.

But his stubble tickles against your palm. Running warm as usual, his face feels like a soft morning sun. Your thumb strokes his cheek and his eyes close, melting into your hold.

Gently you place a soft kiss against the corner of his lips.

Joel now tilts his head so he can deepen the kiss before you can even draw away.

It’s not a consuming passion that you expected. No frantic fierce clash of lips or an overflow from a year passed between you two.

Instead it’s a soft welcome home. It’s a kiss you’ve given him when he’s come home late or when you leave for work.

Because his blood, his soul, you believe are simply stitched into the very fabric of you. It’s like a piece of you is returning back to you, or maybe back to your other home with him.

“So you gonna stay with me?” He mumbles against your lips.

“I don’t know Miller, you haven’t even offered to sign anything for me. What kind of famous country singer are you?” You smirk against his lips.

He laughs, hearty, a true wild deep one sweeping you into its joy.

“Hell yeah I’ll fuckin’ sign something for ya, our marriage certificate.” He snaps in classic grumpy Joel fashion and you almost think about dragging him to a courthouse.

You text your friend a million apologies and even take pictures of all the signed merch you’re bringing back to her.

Now in the cocoon of Joel’s cozy bed on his tour bus, among the warmth sheets, you hold the ring up in the dim light inspecting it. Because of course your secretly romantic man kept the ring with him.

“You sure you weren’t keeping this around for someone else?” You ask.

“Fuck no.” He growls low. “S’yours…only yours.”

From behind his arms slide around you and you’re encompassed by his swallowing presence. His beard scrapes against your shoulder.

“If ya don’t like it, can get ya another one.” He mutters casually but hesitant softness peeks out from under his gruff tone.

“It’s perfect.” You reassure him.

It’s the ring Joel got you then and it’s the ring you want now and always will. You even tell him that.

The kisses places on your bare shoulder whispers of his devotion.

“Honey.” However, his voice now is hesitant and makes you pause on your ring inspecting.

“I gotta ask…but do ya have my armadillo keychain?” Joel asks with an utter somberness.

You burst out laughing and it shakes your body.

“Honeydew, I’m being serious!” He growls out. “Want that lil’ fella back!”

Wheezing with giggles you lean back against Joel, floating so blissfully floating in renewed adoration.

Twisting in his arms your lips find his.

“Tryin’ to distract me ‘cause you lost him, huh?” He mutters.

You snort, shaking your head.

“No I just love you so much, you dumb cowboy.” You tell him.

“Your dumb cowboy. For better or worse.” He vows, kissing you back firmer now.

“For better or worse,” you nod breathing into him.

In this carved out slightly cramped space it feels holy, sacred, chapel like. You’re even afraid it might be gone tomorrow morning. However, the ring on your finger is the steeled reassurance it isn’t going anywhere.

But, just in case, you gather this glory and Joel into your arms with the promise of never letting go.

#my heart is so full and I can’t thank yall enough I wish country singer Joel could perform for you personally in your living room #let’s rodeo fic series #country singer!joel miller #Joel miller x reader #Joel miller x f!reader #Joel miller fic #Joel miller fanfic #Joel 🤎

[mrsackermannx]

˚ ༘ *ೃ༄ ❝ COME BACK TO ME…❞

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary: gojo’s been plotting to get you back ever since you broke up.

୨୧ word count: 4.7k

୨୧ content: gojo satoru/reader, smut, no-curses au/office au, infidelity, exes to lovers, afab reader, light angst (strategic marriage/ breakup mentions), praise kink, porn with plot, love confession, overstimulation, pet names (baby, sweetheart etc), creampie, pussy-slapping, squirting, sprinkle of degradation, slight exhibitionism.

୨୧ author’s note: gojo brainrot finally gave way to some writing hehe, still getting used to characterising him so feedback is appreciated angels <3

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"Don't shit where you eat," they say. They say that dating your colleague is never going to end well. However, even the most stoic people have a penchant for such relationships, not to mention the secret hopeless romantics. 

Workplace romances can make even affairs appear heartwarmingly wholesome. After all, there was something about trudging up stair after stair when the elevator was too full to them smiling at you just a desk away. Their voice fond as they offer you a sunny "Good morning."

That person who never forgets your favourite vending machine coffee, who pats your shoulder and tells you 'you're doing your best,' who lends you their umbrella, who opens up to you over a beer after overtime. Who notices when you get a haircut, whose eyes are seldom on their computer screen but on your lips. 

Not that you'd ever been unfaithful, not yet. But you'd heard countless stories. Girls talk, after all. You didn't judge, yet the point was although workplace romances could be wholesome and even sexually thrilling. They were sensational and exciting until they were over. 

Until that person no longer stays with you through overtime, bitter memories of you chugging vending machine coffee, swapping candy and chips together and then spit just like you and Gojo always did. You definitely never told anyone how many times you fucked on the desks of the colleagues you both thought sucked, especially not after you'd broken up.

You were together for a while, and although you couldn't say it out loud because it was still too painful, you missed him. A lot. In fact, you spent most nights, fist screwed up at your sides, eyes blurring in the darkness, questioning if there would always be that void he left that no one could ever fill.

Though, breaking up didn't cause the type of animosity that made people scurry from rooms when you interacted. Instead, it confused the hell out of your colleagues. It hadn't even been half a year since, and you and Gojo didn't appear to hate each other at all.

But the pain lingering in your heart ached and was annoying and inconvenient, like a stubbed toe that felt sore and tender for weeks and weeks—but in your case, months. However, Gojo was hardly being subtle with his efforts to ever so secretly win you back at every opportunity. He didn't mind playing the long game. He was going to be your last. 

All of you at the company came from important families in high social circles, marriage and dating. Love. It often came down to strategy, which was the only reason you were dating Miyano Haru, a Kyoto University graduate! CEO of a cybersecurity company! 

Guilt gripped at your gut as you yawned at the thought. 

Your families were shooting for a marriage ceremony during next year's cherry blossom season. But until then, Gojo wasn't slamming the brakes anytime soon. 

Whether that be surprising you with your favourite lunches, leaving tickets for movie screenings, galleries, or museums on your desk, or sending Google calendar invites to restaurant reservations or spa appointments via your work emails across the office floor. With sweet messages like,

Gojo Satoru has sent a "Spa day pamper package for two for this Friday.”

Surprise! You look tired this week baby. Let's go here Friday, yeah? 

Ps: You still look pretty, though. 

Just like you were still fucking dating. 

So today, when you're pitching a marketing idea in the monthly meeting, and Yaga cuts you off. Gojo cannot help himself. 

Yaga was a great man, someone Gojo was grateful to for many reasons, but fuck was this man old-fashioned and unaware of it. He refused to see your potential because he was eternally sceptical of the efficacy of women's ideas.

But you had the best ideas today. Gojo smiled because your ideas were always the best and that’s why this decision was so easy. He could fondly recall your rants about Yaga after every monthly meeting where you'd complain about his blatant misogyny; even Sukuna would let a reluctant chuckle loose to the show. 

All of you in the canteen at your table, Shoko, Utahime, Nobara and Maki at your side, growing passionate about gender pay gaps and audacious men at your company and then the world over. 

Nanami always said the right thing, and so did Higuruma, Yuuta and Choso. Gojo decidedly took the credit for Megumi being so eloquent and respectful. Inumaki was outrageous at times, and Yuuji was a lover of all people and argued fiercely for both sides. 

Those times were always fun. 

Yaga peered over his glasses, "Why don't you expand again on how you plan to execute this idea, Reader?” 

With one hand typing idly at his laptop and the other seating his chin, Gojo sighed so loudly all the eyes in the room cast to him. "Reader obviously has the best pitch for this project." 

He grinned as Yaga's knuckles grew white and he humphed before his voice sharpened, "So, are we really gonna make her explain it again?"

"For once, even I agree with him," Toji added.

Gojo winked as he looked up at you, and you felt yourself melt a little, even under the icy breeze of the conference room's AC. 

Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara huddled together under the oppressive communication Gojo and Yaga's eyes were engaging in. 

Gojo’s eyes narrowed, "So, what are you waiting for? Give her the project."

Nanami offered you a small smile and nodded before his expression soured, and he spoke before Yaga could open his mouth to protest. "I, for once, also agree with Gojo. I think we should open this pitch up for a vote?" 

Choso raised his arm, "Me too. I think it's just what we need, in fact." 

Maki nudged Yuuta and Inumaki before confidently booming, "I volunteer our assistance on the project!"

Albeit a little flustered, you bowed and thanked the room as Yaga reluctantly signed the dream project of the company to you. Sure, you were ecstatic you'd finally been recognised for your hard work and dedication, but you wanted to kill Gojo.

What didn't help was the aggressively obvious effect he had on you still. Sure, you had a new boyfriend, but Gojo didn't care. So that's why you found yourself lingering outside of his office door at 9pm because you knew he wouldn't care one bit. Like that man ever did overtime, you tsked. 

Gojo had been playing a game with you, knowing you'd finally relent, that you'd come to your senses and stop denying yourself of what you really fucking wanted. "Be selfish."

Everybody you'd asked today had told you he'd stayed in his office all day. So yeah, he really was doing this on purpose. His light was on, and he was baiting you, and you hated how easy it was for you to take it.

You knew he wanted you to barge in there, all flustered and mouthy, so he could shove you to your knees and fuck your throat open. 

Your boyfriend Miyano was sweet, he could talk about his feelings, and he didn't run away from emotional intimacy like others had. Like Gojo always had. But your family had set you up with him even though your shattered heart was still just that. Shattered. Your heart had been reduced to fragments— to a puzzle that only one genius could solve, he wasn’t prepared to give anybody guidance in the matter either. After all, geniuses couldn’t explain how to do the things they found easy. 

And although you were the one that ended things with Gojo, it hurt all the same. 

There was nothing wrong with Miyano per se. He came from a respectable family, one your family could bear you marrying into; though the Gojo clan would have been amazing, the Miyano clan wasn't terrible either. 

But you never wanted your family to arrange a relationship or marriage for you. You fell for Gojo instantly and hard. You loved him like you never loved anybody else. He thrilled you, challenged you, and made it seem like the world was too small for you both and that you could see it all when you stood at his side. He made everything and every day exciting but had the vexing ability to make you feel safe and at home all the same.

Gojo Satoru was irreplaceable in every facet of the word, in his work, friendships, and relationships. As fickle as he could appear, he was the first to call in a crisis and someone you could wholeheartedly depend on.

But Miyano was sweet and emotionally forthcoming but…entirely too normal. You didn't yearn to peel back his layers one by one and didn't care much for his childhood stories, unpopular opinions, or core principles. But you treasured the few times you’d sat with Gojo, pestering him to tell you anything deeper, anything that no one else knew. Watching with sparkling eyes as his voice grew so quiet you had to follow his lips until your eyes blurred instead. 

But it was rare he shared anything too personal with you. He had trouble with it more than most. Some nights, although you were sleeping in the same bed, you felt miles apart. 

Gojo had a wall with everybody else, like a layer of infinity that meant nobody could really touch him or delve deeper. They only saw and knew the surface that reflected back to them like a mirror. No one could truly ever get close. 

But it wasn't supposed to be the case for you, was it?

A fond and familiar laugh yanked you from your reverie, "Did you come to thank me? Because you can thank me by going to dinner with me tomorrow."

How was he larger than the door frame? You all but scowled as he leant down and tapped his cheek. "I also accept kisses as a form of repayment if you're willing," he said silkily, a jaunty grin on his lips at your expression. “With interest.” 

Your shoulders slumped, and you huffed, wilfully ignoring the growing heat ping-ponging between your bodies. "Why did you do it?" Your brows knotted, "I wanted to get it on my own, Satoru. And my pitch was strong enough. I didn't need your help."

He threw his hands up and yawned obnoxiously, smoothing the back of his hair down, "Well, what can I say? I'm a doer, not a talker."

You huffed, “No, I'm sure you're always talking."

"You got me there, but" he checked either side of the corridor before he looped his arm around your waist and yanked you into his office. “Game over.” 

"Satoru, I-" Your voice fell into a whimper as he flipped you against his door, his lips ghosting your earlobe as he caged you in. 

"Maybe it's because I know you like to hear my voice," he whispered. "I know you like being talked through it. And, I know you didn’t need my help, we just needed a little push.” 

We needed a final straw. 

You swallowed, fists clenched at your sides as his body suffocated yours. Heat quickly crawled up your cheeks as his large hands slid slowly down your sides, the familiar smell of his cologne igniting memories from the last times you smelt it so closely. Kissing down his throat, across his collarbones-

"What are you doing?" You finally mustered, your voice a breathless squeak. Seconds passed, and the tension blazed and kindled, refusing to be extinguished into silence. You didn't dare turn around to see him enjoying you like this.

"Nothing, nothing you don't want me to do," he said in a lilting voice, hitching the hem of your skirt up half an inch. "You've always been so vocal, so I doubt you'd lose your voice in a time like this, would you?"

"No," you hissed, curbing any further speech in case you fucking stammered.

"Don't worry though, baby. You're easy," he scoffed, "and you never stay quiet, not with me.” 

“Oh fuck you.” You gasped as he shoved his knee between your thighs to part them.

“Oh I will. But if that wimpy boyfriend of yours is doing his job, then I shouldn’t find your panties soaked in a minute, should I, princess?" 

A breath passed, and then he hitched it up a little further, resting his chin on your shoulder to taunt you more. "I see the way you look at me, baby. I know you and that look in your eyes. It tells me all I need to know, princess."

His hand caressed your quivering thighs, brushing your stomach and pausing at your chest. He gripped one breast before the other before it settled upon your throat, and he tipped your head back. 

His lips travelled down your temple, to your cheek, and to your neck, where he spoke, "Hm? Ignoring me isn't quite your style. Isn't that why you came here today?”

He kissed the corner of your mouth, and then you knew you were truly fucked. Watching as he pulled away with a grin spreading as slow and molten as melted chocolate. 

"I know you wanna kiss me," he whispered, blue eyes alight when you turned and showed him the blown-out lust glazing your eyes. "There we go, baby, that's it. Gonna kiss me?"

You nodded, already too far gone. His hand cupped the back of your head, and he met you halfway in a slow, sensual kiss. 

Your fronts drew together, and he shimmied up your skirt until it became a corset. Then he cupped your cunt, the pads of his fingers trailing feather light. Your vision hazed, and your fists curled tighter into his shirt. 

Your features were contorted beautifully with lust. "Do not tease me right now." 

He laughed as you scowled, his heart aching. He'd missed you so damn much.

"Oh? Want me to rub your pussy, baby?" he cooed, long fingers smearing the slick oozing through your panties.

"Now I know what you fucking came for,” he groaned breathily into your lips, waiting for your sign to continue. Your panties were the door, and his dumbing teasing movements were tentative little knocks. But he knew you liked to be stripped bare and fucked like you were his. This was just the final round of his game. 

You bucked your hips forward, needing more, needing him. You clung to him, tugging on his tie, "Satoru, Satoru, more, please," you whimpered through his kisses.

"I only satisfy what's mine, but you're not mine anymore, are you, sweet girl? So what can I do? Nothing."

You eagerly shook your head in protest, on your tip toes, just to drag your mouth down his jaw and neck. "Even though this needy pussy is leaking all over my fingers, responding to me like I own her," he tutted, "but I don't, do I? Pretty girl."

You made a noise half-whimper, half-growl, palming him through his pants until he hissed and then broke his feigned amusement from just how much you were riling him up. "I am yours, Satoru, always, always," you panted.

"I know that baby, but I need to know if she still is." He yanked your panties up so roughly the fabric strained against your clit and made you moan so lewdly you quickly covered your mouth.

"Needy girl," he said lowly before he drew his hand back and slapped your pussy. You moaned even louder, falling weakly into his chest. But you hardly fell far, as he grabbed your face in one hand and leant close.

"You like it when I slap your needy little pussy like this, baby?" His smile moved a millimetre as your eyes darted to his long, pretty fingers. "Want me to bury my fingers inside it till you come too? So you can stop being so needy?"

"Please, Satoru." 

"Then show me, show me how much you want them," he whispered, eyes shooting down between you both as he started to circle your clit, not daring to touch it. 

"Show me you're dying for it, and we can forget about all of this mess, can't we? You've just gotta show me who knows this pussy best.” The growing gravel in his voice turned the words into ragged commands.

In raptured submission, you yanked aside your panties and guided his fingers, back arching against the door as you ran them back and forth against your soaked cunt. Your breaths finally flew fluidly through the air, like his touch was what your body needed to convert the carbon dioxide. 

His jaw grew slack at the sight of you, getting yourself off on his fingers, clumsily rubbing your swollen clit against his fingertips, breaths huffing from your nose in the exertion. 

He leant into the beautiful image of you, moaning in your ear as your slick drowned his fingers. The slick wet sounds of your cunt as you run them back and forth, rapidly unravelling him.

"Look at me," he demanded, plunging two of his fingers knuckle deep until it squelched when you didn’t comply in seconds. You let out a humiliating whimper. The pleasure of the sudden yet sweet stretch danced through every nerve.  

He grinned, fucking his fingers inside, “You look so pretty like this, I should take a photo.”

"I can't…." You couldn't speak, not when his fingers were relentless inside like this, clenching and fluttering as he bullied that spot inside you.

But his name was a never-ending hot, sweaty mantra.

"Trying to give me scraps, huh? But you're mine," he spat. 

"No, I need you, Satoru. I need only you, only you," you babbled. 

The lustful look in your eyes catapulted him over the edge. He couldn't take it anymore, his palm granting sweet friction to your clit as he fucked you like the world was about to end. "I know you need it, baby. I've got you. I know.”

He tried to undo your buttons with his free hand but was too fucked out to do it, grunting for your help, so you did immediately. "Say the words, and I'll stretch this sweet pussy out with my cock after you come, baby.”

"I'm yours, please. Fuck me," you whimpered, your entire body shaking as pleasure climbed through your body, building until you felt the pressure about to burst. Your hands roamed his body, eager to feel him as you removed your own shirt.

But like an animal, he was all over you, kissing, licking, and biting as you squirmed close to your climax. His lips closed around your nipple, and your spine straightened at the softness until he bites it hard. 

You yelped, but he only laughed, "Hurts? Don't care, baby, it hurts seeing you with that loser, the number of times I've had to come in my fucking hand because of you."

The lewd sloshes of your pussy grew louder, and Gojo delighted in how you were now dripping onto the floor. So, he finally granted you mercy, pulsing his hand until you came in wild thrashing waves that rippled violently through your body. 

"Oh yeah? Did that feel good, pretty girl?" he whispered, tilting your chin to devour your breathless mouth. The press of his lips and the erotic flicks of his tongue were making you throb wildly on his fingers. "See, you do like it when I talk.”

He let out such an attractive laugh at your glare that you fluttered around him again. "Baby again? I'm not gonna leave this pussy just yet, let up, or I won't be able to get my cock inside," he hummed. "Isn't that what we both want?"

"Then do it. Put it in me." You spread yourself, and he bit back a moan. His eyes flickered at how you shook when his thumb brushed your clit experimentally. 

Your brows knitted at the lingering sensation, “Please, put it in me, now." 

"Oh baby, but if you keep squeezing like that." Gojo grew dizzy at how your pussy refused to let him go, helping you tug away his belt and zip down his pants. Hazy, as you let up enough for him to take his fingers out of your spasming cunt. 

"You really gonna let me fuck you right here, huh?" 

His eyes were half-lidded at the sight of you in your office heels, panties soaked and half-pulled down, shirt hanging limply and open, your skirt a thick black belt hugging your torso. 

You were a mess, his mess, his pretty mess.

"Oh baby, you're so beautiful." He knelt down, working down your panties with his breath uneven, kissing each knee as he worked them down each ankle and then tossed them behind him. 

"Shall I tell you something?" he mused, running his hands up and down your thighs as he kissed and licked at the slick threatening to stick them together.

"Yes, tell me." Your hands slid instinctively into his hair as he reached your pussy and kissed it.

"I'll be honest, yeah?"

He was waiting for a shaky, "Yeah?" so you granted him one laced through a whimper, so he suckled on your clit in return before speaking. 

“I can pamper you. Spoil you, fuck you, take care of you." His voice was almost hoarse, thick and affected by something other than lust—a different emotion.

"I know that Toru, I do."

"N' I can—love you, too," he murmured, voice so uncharacteristically small but soft like it used to be when he spoke to you at night.

You gasped. Gojo had never said those words, not once. "Satoru, I-" His tongue dove into your cunt, and you almost toppled forwards, but somehow in seconds, he was carrying you. Holding you close, you heard the unmistakable clatter of the desk's contents clatter to the floor as he pressed you down upon the cold surface.

His large arms locked your torso down, and he swiftly resumed tongue fucking your cunt, delving his fingers in and out. His heart was pounding with his confession and from your lack of reply. Though he knew he was fucking you so precisely and so perfectly that it was indeed impossible for you to respond.

Until you burst once more, hands tugging his hair, bucking your pussy into his face, greedy for not just more, but for him. For the actions to do more than the words you could barely manage, so overstimulated and so sensitive that you felt yourself heating up. But then, as your pleasure erupted, feeling your hot arousal coat your thighs, a garbled "I love you" ripped from your chest. 

Satoru froze for several seconds, and then it was as if someone found the remote and clicked play as he somehow tugged off his blazer and pants all at once. Ripping his boxers down just enough to grab the base of his cock. 

Peering down at you, hungry and lovesick. "Say it again." You giggled and tugged him down for a messy kiss, working off his shirt.

"I love you, Satoru, I love you. I've never been afraid to say it." Your body was still shaking from your blinding orgasm, and he loved every second of it. He loved that he was about to ruin you even more. 

His cheek brushed yours as he folded your body, rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, "I love you," he whispered hotly into your ear, "I want you to feel like the luckiest woman in the world."

“I already do.”

“Yeah?” You moaned in tandem as he bucked his hips repeatedly, more of his cock easing in each time. Teasing you over and over, even though you were ready to take him, and he knew it. "Can you take me, baby?"

"Yes!" You whined, breath hitching as he tapped his cock against your cunt before he slammed in and filled you to the brim all at once. You both groaned, the sounds fading into seconds of soft relieved laughter. "Oh fuck, Toru, so good."

He moaned, voice shaky in your ear, "That's it, baby, you're so good. Take my cock. It's all yours. Take every single inch."

"Fuck Toru, you're so deep, too deep!"

"No, baby, feels good, doesn't it?" 

Before you knew it, he picked you up and slammed you against the glass overlooking the city. If you weren't on the top floor, you'd absolutely refuse. But Gojo always did like fucking you in front of Tokyo at night. 

"You can take it, baby, you can fucking take it, yeah? Cause you're made for me, so made for me," he panted.

"I can take it." 

"I know you can." He sucked and kissed on your neck, no doubt leaving his mark on you, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and took every slam of his hips. His stamina had always been otherworldly, never tiring, even as he fucked you standing up, hands sinking into the undersides of your thighs.

"Leave him," he moaned, not in the slightest asking. 

Luckily you didn't mind, as you tugged him closer and parted your lips, "I will, I promise." 

"Because you're mine, baby." His teeth were clenched, and he was groaning into your ear. Usually, Gojo could pace himself, but it had been so long, and you felt so good clinging to him like this, it was so close and so intimate. “I love you.”

So close, and so…

He blinked at the revelation that hit him like a freight train, he wasn’t going to run any longer. He liked the intimacy, he wanted to tell you all the stupid things you wanted to know now, he wanted to be close, he wanted you. He wanted to be everything you needed and wanted. 

"Are you gonna come?" Your voice was so sweet it gave him an instant sugar rush, "Come in me, baby, fill me, Satoru. Need your cum," you whimpered. “Want it?”

"Yeah? You fucking do, princess? Haah-" He pulled out and shoved your front against the glass. You moaned at the switch, and as he spread you apart before thrusting back in, his large hands engulfing each cheek. 

He lost it as you pushed your hips back on him, moaning and babbling, "Then let's have the entirety of Tokyo be a witness as I give my sweet girl what she fucking wants, huh?"

"Fuck, Satoru, feels too good! I'm close too!" you moaned, both of your bodies meeting in desperate sticky clashes of hips.

He whimpered, “We're gonna come together?" 

You were gonna send him over the edge tonight. 

"I’m so glad you came. Take me, take it, baby. Oh fuck.” His hands dug into your hips, making you take every single rope of his arousal. Lewd sounds tore from your throats at the sensation of him filling you deeply. After seconds of panting and melting into each other's arms, he still made no immediate moves to leave you.

He thrusted slowly to drive it deeper, "I'm not on birth control anymore," you squeaked. "But I'll take th-“

"Good. We're getting the family started just on time."

You giggled tiredly, "You're on board that fast?"

He squeezed you as he laughed himself, arms locked tight around your waist, "Do you wanna see the engagement ring in my desk or?"

"Satoru!" 

He twirled you around to face him, "I was gonna fly you somewhere and propose, but I suppose the cats out of the bag." He pouted and got on one knee, kissing your knuckles, "You'll marry me, won't ya? Think of this as a practice proposal, though!"

You sighed, "God, you're a fucking idiot." 

"Heh, heh." He opened his desk drawer and produced a small black box. 

“I wasn’t joking, actually,” he popped it open with a proud smile, "Shoko kind of helped me pick it, said it was-"

It was beautiful, everything you’d always envisioned but had never described to him or anybody else. 

A slow tear slid down your cheek, another racing beside it seconds later, “Aww! Are you that happy to marry me, sweetheart?"

"Go away! But…yes."

He put the ring on the desk and cupped your cheeks, "Yes, you're happy, or yes, you'll marry me?" he asked tentatively.

"Both!" 

"Yay!”

You were half-expecting people to jump out with confetti because Gojo was just that ridiculous sometimes, but instead, you heard shrill knocking and then Nanami's voice, absolutely exasperated. "Gojo! You knew I was working overtime today." 

He shrugged, grinning at you recoiling into his chest and half-expecting Nanami to barrel in, "Probably the most action you'll get all year!"

He stroked your cheek, full of adoration. 

But I got her back. 

He always did like grand gestures. 

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[obxsummer]

HEARTFIRST // JJ Maybank

pairing: JJ Maybank x Routledge!Reader

warnings: mentions of abuse, sibling drama, nothing too drastic

request: heyy i have a fic idea! so i thought you could do a secret relationship jj x reader (john bs sis) and jj shows up at her window beaten up and she cleans him up and they go to bed; then he has a nightmare and wakes up screaming and JB sees how good they are for each other? idk if that makes sense hahaha!

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John B was pissed. Fuming. Ready to strangle his best friend of too many years for something so stupid. There had always been one rule since JJ Maybank and John Booker Routledge became best friends: you were off limits. Y/N Routledge was not to be flirted with, dated, looked at, or spoken to unless John B approved it. 

At first, it didn’t matter. Growing up as kids, John B had his friends and you had yours but once your dad dove headfirst into a treasure hunt, everything went to shit. Kiara’s Kook year had really screwed up your relationship, leaving JJ and Pope to fill in the gaps which pulled you closer and closer with your brother and his friends. You were teenagers then and everything felt so important and critical, even if it wasn’t. 

So when John B realized his best friend and his sister were together, there was nothing that could stop him from losing his shit on the two of you.

Met him at a party, accidentally brushed his body On the way to get a drink at the bar I couldn't wait 'til later, talking in the elevator Then we're kissing in the back of the car

The kegger idea had really sounded good at first; it was something to get your minds off your missing father, not to mention the sudden dead bodies popping up from the hurricane. None of it seemed too out of place for you, minus the newfound treasure hunting, but you were always up for a good party. 

“Where the hell did you find a keg on such short notice?” You asked JJ as the two of you hauled the large object down towards the Boneyard. You never really thought about how quickly JJ managed to find alcohol when it was for a party. It was common knowledge that he just knew where to go and how to do it. 

“Don’t you worry about that, Birdie. You know I’ve got my ways.”

The party was in full swing a few hours later. You’d spent most of your time with John B and Sarah before dipping to find the boy that seemed to be taking up most of your mind. JJ had been occupied with beer pong for a good portion of the last hour and you were determined to break him away.

That voice in my head says to slow down But it can't see the way you're looking at me right now It may not be next week, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

The drink in your hand sloshed over the rim of the cup as someone ran into your side in their drunken stumbling. JJ’s attention moved to you instantly. He’d always been so in tune with you and your presence but it only got stronger ever since your dad left. 

The previously occupied beat-up table full of red solo cups was left behind in trade for your company, JJ instantly taking your hand in his as he twirled you. He would give up so much to watch you smile like that every day. You deserved every bit of happiness that came to you because it certainly didn’t come often. 

Your laughter was infectious and JJ was drunk on it. He didn’t know who made the move or who threw the back door of the Twinkie open but shit, your skin was so soft and JJ just couldn’t stop kissing you. 

The line between friends and more slowly disappeared between you and JJ. At some point, your bed became his, and his clothes blended with yours. The thrill of hiding from the Pogues was exciting, sneaking moments when the two of you could to enjoy the one thing you had to yourselves.

JJ was everything to you and yet, it terrified you. You’ve never had a person to connect with in the way you did with him. The thought of your friends, of your brother, being pissed about what was going on was suffocating. What if this fucked up the group? What if JJ left you for someone else when he got bored? JJ was always quick to shut that idea down. 

“We’ve grown up together, Birdie. Kinda stupid of them to think something wasn’t gonna happen within the group at some point, right?” Which was always followed by: “You’re it for me. Now get outta that pretty little head and let me love on you.”

He had a point, but then again when JJ was pressing kisses down your neck, you never could think clearly.

Could be forever or we might break That's just the kind of risk that we take My head is yelling that I could get hurt But I'm gonna jump right in Baby, with my heart first

“You wanna tell them?” JJ’s voice was muffled as he spoke into the skin of your shoulder. The two of you were sitting on the porch of the Chateau, watching bemused as Kiara and Pope challenged Sarah and John B to an intense game of cards out on the dock. 

You sat beside the blond boy. To any observing eyes, it would just look like two friends having a civil conversation. To you, JJ’s hand was behind your back, fingers gently moving across the skin of your hip that wasn’t covered by the t-shirt over your swimsuit. 

“No.” Your answer didn’t have any anger or harshness behind it. You simply just loved having JJ all to yourself, with no judgment or prying eyes. No pressure to make it something neither of you wanted. It felt selfish to a point to keep something from your friends, from your brother. 

“Get out of your head.”

A smile made its way onto your face as you took the risk of leaning your head against JJ’s shoulder, tucking further into his side. JJ was so warm, his tan skin from constant surfing smooth against your cheek. It scared you sometimes, how comfortable everything was when it involved him. 

JJ’s heart skipped watching you be so relaxed, so vulnerable around him. He’d been so used to living on the edge and being tense for so long that it was so… vulnerable, so healing to have someone feel protected and safe enough to be by his side. 

Who knows what'll happen, ain't that always kinda magic When you don't know who's holding the cards Could be a wish I never knew ya or permanently tattoo ya Only the moon knows what's in the stars (what's in the stars)

You were pissed. You don’t know at what point John B thought he could parent you when the two of you were so close in age. Who was he after all this time to think he could boss you around?

“How long? How long has this been going on?” John B’s voice almost rattled the windows, echoing around the space surrounding you and JJ. The two of you stood there awkwardly like kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar. 

“Three months,” Your whisper was almost incoherent. Your eyes were trained on the ground, heart thumping in your chest so loud you figured JJ could probably hear it. This was the risk that came with not telling them, with keeping secrets amongst Pogues. God, there were so many stupid rules. 

John B’s hand slammed against the counter. “Three-Three months? God. I just…There was one rule. One fucking rule JJ. You promised!”

JJ visibly flinched at the anger in John B’s statement. That was true; JJ did promise John B he’d never get with you, never hurt you. All of that flew out the door the moment JJ saw you at that kegger. He had to risk it.

“I’m..I’m sorry, man! It just happened, okay? And-and we didn’t want to tell you guys because we didn’t want something like this to happen!”

“Well it’s happening,” John B scoffed with a shake of his head. The disappointment on his face was suffocating and you felt like you would burst into tears at any second. It wasn’t fair. Being forced apart when you knew you loved JJ? How is that fair?

John B shifted further into your line of vision. “Get the fuck out. Now. And don’t let me see you two near each other until I figure this out, got it?”

You looked up in a panic. “John B-”

“Do not argue with me right now. I don’t want to talk to you.” The look in your brother’s eyes left no room for argument. You’d never seen him this mad, especially toward you. 

JJ’s fingers squeezed your wrist lightly before he shuffled out the door behind you. The creaky hinges filled the room as you and John B stared at each other, waiting for the other to break. 

The fridge door popped open when your brother finally decided to move to grab a beer. Part of you wanted to run after JJ, to prove to John B that you didn’t have to listen to him. The problem was, you knew JJ respected your brother too much to let you do that for him. 

“You didn’t have to be so harsh on him,” You mumbled when you mustered up enough courage. John B tended to be… touch and go when he was angry. There was a risk of setting off another fuse if you didn’t watch what you said. 

As kids, JJ always picked on your brother for inheriting your dad’s temper. John B hated that it was true. To your relief, your brother let out a sigh and placed both of his hands on the counter. He felt instant regret watching JJ flinch at the noise level, knowing exactly what happened in the Maybank house when nobody else was around. “I know.” 

“I can’t tell you that I’m gonna stop being with him,” You admitted, holding your ground while you had the chance. You crossed your arms over your chest. “I respect your opinion a lot, Booker, but if it means staying away from JJ, I’ll learn to live without it.”

 It was a little more aggressive than you intended for it to be but it needed to be said. You moved through the kitchen to your room without another word. 

Mm, that voice in my head says to slow down But it can't feel your hands on my hips right now It may not be next year, what I need Then again, maybe it might be

JJ felt horrible for doing this. He knew he was playing with fire but as he pushed up your bedroom window, he couldn’t really bring himself to care. He could deal with John B later. Right now, he really needed you. 

He was a little less than graceful stumbling through your window in the darkness, but he found his way eventually. You shifted awake from his rustled movements and caught a quick glance at his silhouette before turning to flick the light on. “JJ? What’s wrong? Do you need-”

“Nothin’. Sorry to wake you, Birdie. Just wanted to see you.” You could tell he was avoiding meeting your eyes as he kicked off his shoes. The coloration of bruising was beginning to show through his abdomen and you shook your head slightly. JJ didn’t like to explain when his dad treated him like this. He kept quiet and you didn’t push him because he would always talk when he wanted to about what happened. 

So, you turned the lights off and cuddled up next to him, hoping you would wake up before John B saw anything.

JJ didn’t always have nightmares when it came to his dad, but whatever happened was terrible enough that he did. Half the time they weren’t even about his dad hitting him; it always involved his dad hurting you. 

The blond’s sharp movements woke you up before the screaming did. You didn’t hesitate to pull him closer, his hands grasping your hips to hold as you settled across his lap. His shirt puddled on your thighs as he let his fingers drift across your bare skin above your pajama shorts. JJ tucked his face in your neck and just listened to your heartbeat, reassuring him that you were right here and you were safe.

John B couldn’t say he was pleased to be woken up at 5:00 in the morning. Even less so when the alarm clock involved screaming. It wasn’t your voice though, and he didn’t know if that was a relief or something to be worried about. 

You didn’t flinch when your brother threw your door open to reveal the sight within. You knew he could see the fact that the two of you were fully clothed and clearly, everything was okay… well, as okay as it could be. 

Eyes moving to look at John B, you prayed he wouldn’t say anything while JJ was so upset. To your surprise and gratitude, he didn’t. He stared at both of you for a moment as the realization settled in. The realization that you were old enough to make these decisions for yourself and as much as John B wanted to protect you, to protect you and JJ, he couldn’t keep you apart. 

John B gave you a small nod and mouthed to let him know if you or JJ needed anything. You gave him a forced smile back, a barely there ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you hugged your boyfriend tighter to your chest. 

As your bedroom door closed, you had this overwhelming sense of relief that maybe…maybe it would all work out after all. 

I gotta have ya, gotta see if this works I gotta have ya, wake up in your t-shirt I gotta have ya, diving in heart first

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Natasha’s smile was full-watted. She was sprawled on the sofa at an almost acrobatic angle. You sat across from her, trying not to pay too much attention. The other Avengers were chatting around you. 

It was a rare evening when most of the team were free. Natasha had never looked so settled. You were still pretty new to the team, this was the first you’d hung out with them socially. 

You sat together in the communal living area of the Avengers Tower. You hadn’t expected the buzzing energy. Everyone, except Natasha, had grown louder as the evening went on.

In the last few months, you’d watched Natasha in the gym, silent and skilled as she completed each task with absolute focus. You’d assumed quickly that she preferred her own company to the loud team spirit that the others brought to training.

You watched her now. Natasha’s shoulder was pressed comfortably against Tony’s as she began to relax. Clint shot her occasional grins from across the coffee table. Steve brought her another beer whenever she ran out.

During team briefings, when she did contribute, Natasha was often the most direct. Cool, calculated and decisive whenever she spoke. You’d found yourself quite intimidated and from the silent respect of the other Avengers, you’d assumed they felt the same. 

Pepper squeezed Natasha’s shoulder in greeting as she joined the gathering. Natasha’s hand brushed over Pepper’s in silent affection. 

Then, Natasha’s gaze lifted to meet yours. You felt her attention like a jolt to your insides. You gave her an uncertain smile. Tony called her name and she turned away. Your heart continued to thunder in your chest.

The impromptu hangout didn’t end until late. It was almost midnight when you left to go back to your room. You were waiting for the elevator to arrive when you heard someone hurrying behind you. You turned to see Natasha’s easy smile just as the elevator dinged.

You stepped in together. Natasha’s maroon hoodie had slipped off her shoulder, exposing the strap of her tank top. You tried not to stare. 

‘Did you have a good night?’ Natasha asked.

You nodded effusively and Natasha’s mouth stretched into another pleased smile. 

‘Good. I’m glad.’

‘Thank you. For being so welcoming. You all seem like a big family.’ 

You noticed Natasha’s slight hesitation, the momentary freeze in her smile. 

‘I don’t know about that.’ She teased with sudden lightness. 

The elevator doors opened and you watched her walk away. When the doors closed, you knew her less than before.

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After that evening you found it easier to be friendly with all the Avengers, especially Natasha. 

You were assigned your first mission a few weeks later. Natasha was sitting alone in the briefing room that you were called to. You were already nervous, suspecting what the meeting might be about.

Natasha slid a tablet with key mission intel over to you.

‘Shit.’ You breathed quietly. 

Natasha smirked. ‘This is going to be fun.’ She promised.

The mission was supposed to be relatively simple. An abandoned criminal base had been located. The criminal ring that had used the compound had moved on, but there was reason to believe that some important information had been left behind.

Your job on the mission was simply to facilitate the Black Widow doing hers.

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The mission fell apart almost immediately.

Intel had determined that there were three guards remaining at the edge of the deserted compound. 

You incapacitated one as Natasha dealt with the others. After a heart pounding minute, Natasha stood over two slumped bodies. She shot you a grin before leading you inside. 

The first warning sign was the signal jamming on your earpieces. The second was the unlocked door to the main building. 

Natasha turned to you, eyes wide with sudden panic. You both dropped to the ground as bullets rained overhead. 

The rest happened in a blur of pure adrenaline. You crawled together to a vantage point and you followed Natasha’s lead in returning fire. Her aim was near perfect, yours was better than nothing. Seven men dropped ahead of you. 

Natasha beckoned you on. Her face was still but her eyes danced with anticipation. She kicked the door down to a room filled with computers. The criminal organization had been known for their own intelligence gathering, but you hadn’t realized the scale of the operation. 

Natasha hovered over the first keyboard she found, typing rapidly. You maintained a careful watch over all the exits. Some time since the initial shock, your heartbeat had become steady again. Your eyes darted rhythmically around the room. 

Natasha straightened up at last. She blocked your visual to the backdoor.

‘Got it.’ She told you, holding up a flash drive. Her smile was victorious. 

You heard the gunshot as you watched her fall. 

You shot the last guard on the base, a moment too late. 

You dropped to the floor. You could barely hear through your own panic. You watched the unadulterated pain on Natasha’s face for a brief moment. Then you watched her smooth it away. She looked at you.

‘I’m going to be okay.’ She told you with certainty that you clung to. ‘But you need to get me out of here.’

You nodded, throat too dry to speak, and helped her to her feet. You slipped her arm over your shoulders. Natasha leaned her uninjured side heavily against you. You led her carefully out of the building. 

As soon as you’d cleared the boundaries of the site, your comms reengaged. You relayed the need for urgent medical assistance and heard a flurry of action in the background.

Natasha’s breathing was shallow as you continued to walk slowly towards the pick up location.

‘It’s gonna be okay.’ You promised her, wishing your voice wouldn’t shake. 

Natasha laughed under her breath. The sound made you uneasy.

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You reached the pick up location, but there was no-one in sight. You tried to hide your panic. Natasha moved to the ground, unable to keep standing. You sat beside her and she leaned her head against you. You watched in silent worry as she breathed through the constant pain.

Your stomach lurched when her eyes closed. You watched the tears slip down her cheeks. 

‘It’s okay.’ You mumbled again and again, feeling useless. Her hand gripped yours and you squeezed it back.

A few more minutes that felt like hours and the medic team arrived. You stood in the corner of a nondescript ambulance van and let your own tears fall.

Natasha sat on the bed in the center, her expression was stony as she stared at nothing, letting the medics work.

After a while, her eyes flickered to yours. You could see the truth in them. She looked miserable. You walked over without thinking. You held her hand, squeezing it gently. Natasha sighed and let her eyes close again.

When you arrived back at the Avengers Tower, there was a rush of activity. Natasha needed a surgery to remove shrapnel. You held her hand as long as you could.

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You sat in the small waiting room outside the med-bay and tried not to tear your hair out. You caught the half-hidden cameras twitching along with you as you started to pace the room. 

The others had been scheduled to a different mission on the other side of the world, leaving you feeling painfully alone. You were sure they were getting regular updates. You worried that they would blame you. You kept going over the mission in your head, wishing for a different outcome. 

A doctor spoke to you when the surgery was over. It had gone well and Natasha was currently sleeping off the strong sedatives. The doctor mentioned that Natasha’s emergency contacts were away on the other mission.

‘I’ll do.’ You croaked without thinking. 

‘You want to see her?’ The doctor asked and you nodded desperately.

You were led to a small hospital room. Natasha looked as if she was sleeping. Her red hair spilled across the thin white pillow. You sat in the small chair beside the bed and watched her breath in and out.

Half an hour later and Natasha began to blink sleepily.

‘Fuck.’ She coughed hoarsely and you lit up with relief.

‘Thank God.’ 

Natasha’s eyes darted over to you and shock registered on her tired face.

‘You stayed.’ She murmured.

You smiled widely, letting your relief show as you reached again for her hand.

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When the rest of the Avengers returned, you waited for your friendship with Natasha to slip back to what it once was. 

It never did. When she was released from the med-bay. Natasha was told to ask someone to help her back to her room. She asked for you.

You couldn't help smiling when you saw her sitting on the edge of her hospital bed, more than ready to go.

When you finally made it to her door, Natasha gave you a small, unsure smile. 

‘Do you wanna hang out for a bit?’

You nodded eagerly and Natasha’s shoulders relaxed.

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(A month later)

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Natasha’s smile was soft. She was sprawled next to you on her bed with a laptop between you. The tinny sound of her favorite Bond movie played from the speakers. You both ate your popcorn absentmindedly. 

Natasha laughed suddenly, a half second before Bond had finished telling his joke. Half hypnotized, you watched her with an easy smile.

Natasha’s attention flickered over to you. 

‘Don’t look at me like that.’ She complained, flicking a piece of popcorn at you.

‘Like what?’ 

‘Like you can see into my soul.’ Natasha’s cheeks flushed and you wondered if her answer had been too honest for her liking.

‘What’s so wrong with that?’ You asked with a grin. 

There was a pause as Natasha’s expression turned serious. You felt your heart stutter when she paused the laptop.

‘What if I’m not ready for you to see it?’ Natasha stared self consciously down at the bedsheets. 

‘Natasha.’ You paused, trying to find the right words. ‘I can see your soul every time you smile.’ 

Natasha’s gaze lifted to meet yours. She studied your stare like she didn’t know how to believe you. 

You opened your mouth, ready to speak again. 

Natasha touched your jaw and you were shocked into silence. Softly, she pulled your face toward her as she leaned in. 

Her warm lips brushed yours, salty from the popcorn.

After a moment, she broke away. Her shallow breath touched your skin and you knew she was nervous.

‘Still like what you see?’ Natasha asked. Her eyes were worried, her smile was small.

You smiled back, reaching for her hand beside you.

‘Yes.’

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pairing: Nick Miller x reader word count: 1.8k summary: y/n goes to the loft to find jess, needing comfort after a recent breakup. she's surprised to find that nick's the only one home warnings: mention of a breakup, needing comfort. fluff. toxic ex + messages from said ex. jealous/protective!nick. not really proof read. a/n: hi!! i've really been wanting to get back into writing and Nick Miller's recently infested my brain. this is my first time writing for him so i hope you enjoy it as much as i do :) not my gif!

You walked down the streets of Los Angeles, the bright afternoon being a stark contrast to your current mood.

You couldn't trust yourself to drive right now. Not with your vision so blurry from the tears building in your eyes. Luckily, you knew the way to your friend's loft like the back of your hand.

You kept your head down and your hood up, carefully weaving between the many strangers that shared the sidewalk with you. You ignored the world for the time being. You couldn't even spare a greeting to Outside Dave when he began spouting nonsense.

You needed to see Jess. She was always there for you and she knew how to comfort you. You talked to her about everything, but you hadn't really been able to for the last few days since she's been so busy at school. You had tried to deal with everything yourself as you patiently waited for today, knowing she'd be home soon after school let out and free for the rest of the weekend.

Of course, you knew Cece was there for you too. But you couldn't go to her right now, not with this. Not yet, at least.

The elevator doors opened and you took a sharp right, making a beeline towards the apartment. You took a breath and opened the door.

They really need to start locking it, you thought.

You quickly glanced around the loft, only to see it empty. You were about to turn to knock on the door of Jess' room, before you heard the one across open.

"Finally, someone's home! So I had this idea, right, and- Oh!" You quickly turned your face back towards the floor, not wanting him to see you with your eyes all puffy. "Hey, (Y/n)!"

You knew the guys, as you were over at the loft all the time. You got along with all of them well and you enjoyed their company. You didn't want to ruin Nick's perception of you by showing a weak side of you.

"Hey, Nick. Uh, is Jess home?" You asked him.

"Nah, she's in like a staff meeting or something... (Y/n), are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. I just needed to talk to Jess, you know? Um, I'll get out of your hair, though, sorry I dropped in unannounced."

You turned back towards the door before a hand on your arm stopped you.

"Whoa, hold on. (Y/n), you already came all this way, just wait here for Jess to get back. C'mon, hang with your ol' pal Nicky!"

"It's okay, really. I don't wanna bother you."

"Hey, you're never a bother. Plus, when am I ever busy?"

You chuckled, "Got me there. Alright... Nicky."

"Yes! You want a beer?"

"God, yes please."

You made your way to the couch as Nick went to the kitchen. He kept his eyes fixed on you as he opened the bottles in his hand.

You were hurting and he could tell. He could see it in your slumped shoulders, your wavering voice, your leg currently bouncing up and down. He could tell by your red eyes that you tried so desperately to hide from him. You never realized, but he noticed a lot about you every time you were together.

Even if it wasn't just the two of you, you'd be the only thing he could focus on. In the loft with all his friends around, he'd immediately be drawn closer to you the second you walked through the door. He could spot you easily in a crowded bar.

It's like you had him under a spell and he couldn't break free.

He absolutely hated seeing you like this. So even though talking about emotions made him feel... weird, he'd do what he could. Even if it was just having a beer together and trying to make you laugh, he wanted to be there for you.

Nick sat next to you on the couch and handed you the ice cold bottle. The two of you sat, drank,and talked. Conversation with Nick always flowed comfortably. There was something about him that made it so easy to talk to him without getting bored. You were also very curious about his idea he had mentioned when you first arrived.

That made him feel good. He was able to, hopefully, get you mind off of whatever was bothering you. But you also genuinely cared about what he had to say. It was nice.

It seemed to just be getting later and later as the two of you opened more bottles.

Eventually, your mood had dropped again. You tried to hide it as best as you could. I mean, surely Jess couldn't be gone that much longer, right? But Nick noticed right away.

"Alright," He tapped your knee with the bottle in his hand, your attention snapping back towards him. "I'd say we got a good buzz goin'. Talk to me, (Y/n). What's wrong?"

You took a deep breath and sighed. "You know that guy I've been going out with? Derek?"

Nick nodded.

How wouldn't he know? You had met Derek on a night out a few months ago and you hit it off well. You looked so happy, immediately rushing to tell Jess and Cece about the date you had set for later that week. Nick remembered watching from behind the bar, wanting to be the one you talked about that way so badly.

You slowly circled the rim of your bottle with the pad of your finger.

"I broke up with him."

"You did?"

"Yeah. You know how people talk about, like, toxic relationships all the time? That's what it was. He wasn't good for me, and Cece had tried to warn me. But I didn't listen... I never listen."

"Hey..." Nick started, trying to find the right words. "You did what you had to. It's hard losing someone but you don't wanna get caught in a cycle that constantly hurts you. Trust me, I've been there. You did what was best for you."

"I know I did, but... it hurts, you know?" You looked up at Nick and he nodded in understanding.

His heart broke seeing the look on your face. He thought for a moment before asking, "Do you have your own Dirty Dancing, or something like that?"

You knew exactly what he was asking. Ever since you've known Jess, she'd watch Dirty Dancing after a breakup. It made her feel worse and better at times, but no matter what it let her get everything out.

"Something like that, yeah." You smiled.

Nick grabbed the TV remote off the back of the couch and held it out to you.

"Oh, no, it's okay. You wouldn't like it."

Nick merely shrugged and gestured towards the remote again. "Eh, put it on anyways," he urged you.

You gave in and searched for the movie of your choice, Nick going back to the kitchen because he insisted on making popcorn before it started. He also grabbed a few more beers.

You enjoyed sitting there with Nick, sharing snacks and listening to his commentary on one of your favorite movies. He'd make fun of the movie sometimes but you could tell it held his interest.

Even when Schmidt came home and started making fun of him, he intermediately told Nick to shut up. He wasn't bothered being seen watching a movie like this.

Halfway through, though, you heard your phone buzz. You glanced at it, wondering if maybe Jess or Cece were texting you. You hadn't realized how much time had passed since you first arrived...

"For fuck's sake," you mumbled to yourself.

"What happened?" Nick asked, his eyes flicking towards you rather than the screen in front of him.

You handed Nick your phone.

New Messages! Derek Leaving me is the worst decision you've ever made You're a fucking idiot if you think you're better off without me Fuck you I hope you die in a car wreck, you bitch

"It's been messages like this everyday for the last, like... 3 days," you explained.

Rage clouded Nick's mind as he scrolled up to see the, even worse, messages from the days prior. How could such vile things be said to someone like you?

Nick stood up from the couch quickly and made his way towards the door.

"Wait- What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call him," Nick said furiously.

“Nick, c'mon. I'll just block him, it’s really not that serious—”

“No, but it is! It’s exactly that serious! He doesn't get to call you an idiot! That’s reserved for me only, damn it.” He exploded, focusing on the lighter part of the message. He didn't know what he'd do if he let the worse parts linger in his mind.

You couldn't say anything as he had already hit the call button on Derek's contact. Before stepping out into the hallway, he told you to pause the movie, making you smile despite everything else going on.

The door muffled the words leaving Nick's mouth, but you could hear his tone. He was completely enraged.

He came back in a few moments later, a proud smile on his face. "Well, that's taken care of," he said as he handed your phone back to you.

You blocked Derek's number and tossed your phone to the side.

"Thank you, Nick," you said sincerely.

"No problem, no one should talk to you like that. If he tries anything, you tell me."

You nodded at his words. No one had ever really stood up for you like that...

You pressed play on the remote and leaned against him.

Jess finally came home about 5 minutes from the end of the movie. She noticed you and Nick on the couch and her gaze shifted to the TV. She looked back at you.

"Oh, (Y/n)... I'm so sorry," she said, her face dropping.

"It's okay, I'm... okay. Let me finish this and we'll talk, yeah?" You asked. Jess nodded with a sad smile, and made her way to her room.

As the movie ended, you looked at Nick. "Well?" you asked expectantly.

He tried to hold in his smile as he shrugged and said, "It wasn't that bad, I guess."

You helped him gather the empty beer bottles and he told you to go talk to Jess after.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, taking him by surprise. He paused for a moment before doing the same.

"Thank you, Nick." You looked up at him. "For everything."

He smiled down at you. "You don't have to thank me, (Y/n). You know I'm here."

"I know," You said. You leaned up and quickly kissed his cheek before leaving the embrace and rushing into Jess' room.

She immediately patted the spot on her bed next to her, urging you to talk about what happened.

"Well, let's start with the most recent thing first," You started, looking down with a soft smile. "That crush on Nick isn't going away anytime soon..."

#new girl #nick miller #nick miller x reader #nick miller imagine #new girl imagine

[kayhi808]

Company Party

You were never one for big parties. Always preferring intimate get-togethers. You're attending your boyfriend's company Christmas party. The ballroom of the hotel is elegant and beautiful. Decorated in red, gold & silver, its truly a festive wonderland. The twinkling lights and the soft Christmas music in the background lightens your mood.

Your relationship with John has been deteriorating but you tell yourself it's work stress. The stress of the holidays. You tell yourself once the holidays are over you'll talk things over and work it out.

Even though you're seated at John's side, he's pretty much ignored you all evening. His coworkers' dates seem to all know each other. They've met before. John's never invited you along to go out with his team. Their inside jokes fly over your head. You sit with a forced smile trying to keep up. Follow along. The feeling of being an outsider becoming very apparent to you.

"You want something to drink?" John finally acknowledges you.

"Sure, a Coke please," you smile up at him but he's already turned to the rest of the table, taking his friends drink orders.

He returns passing out bottles of beer and made a point of delivering a cocktail to his coworker, Robyn. You watch him with unease as he leans in a little too close to her. A knot starts forming in your belly. He smiles at her with the smile he used to give to you. He returns to his seat next to you and drinks his beer. You stare at him, "What??" He gives you an exasperated look.

"I'm kind of parched. Where's my Coke??" You hiss out sassily.

"Oh, you want me to go back to the bar?"

"You can remember HER drink but you can't remember mine?" HER in question gives you a surprised wide-eyed look. Keeping your voice low, "Who is she, to you?"

Knowing he messed up, "She's just a co-worker. Stop being crazy."

You've never felt so humiliated. You fold your napkin and replace in on the table, pushing your chair back. You grab your bag, leaving the ballroom. Expecting John to follow you out but he never comes. He stays in the party.

Part of you is so angry you want to go in there and cause a scene, but what good will it do? You'll end up feeling even more humiliated. He obviously doesn't give a shit. You sit in one of the lounge chairs trying to decide what to do. You repeat to yourself that it's over. You're done. You take out your phone and break up with John through a text. He's not even worth your time. If he wanted to make things right, he would have followed you out here. Tears start to fall and you brush them away.

"What's got you so upset, Darlin'?" Bill Russo, John's boss, crouches down in front of you, dropping a hand on your knee. You didn't even hear him approach. John's never introduced you to him, but Anvil is a prominent company and Mr Russo is frequently in the society pages. You know who he is.

Embarrassed, "Oh, it's nothing. It's been a long rough day," you sigh. "I was going to head home early."

"Have you eaten? I don't believe they've served dinner yet," nodding back at the ballroom.

"No, I'm going to head home, thank you though."

Lifting his hand from your knee, he holds it out to you, "Bill Russo, by the way." You place your hand in his and he smiles while you tell him your name. His warm hand surrounding your chilled one gives you shivers.

"Come, join me for dinner. There's an excellent Italian restaurant upstairs. Everything will seem better after a good meal." Not releasing your hand, he pulls you to your feet as he stands.

"But...your party is here."

He shrugs, "Nobody wants the boss at these parties." Again, with a coaxing smile he gently tugs you towards the bay of elevators. "Please join me for dinner."

You silently follow.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo fanfic #billy russo imagine

[wandafiction]

How Much?! - Just Us Chapter 3

Warnings: Suggestive themes

Word Count: 1644

Series List | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

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The elevator ride was calm compared to the car ride, Wanda was lent against me with one arm wrapped around mine and the other holding my bicep of the same arm. Her head was leaning against my arm just below my shoulder, now I could take in how tall I was compared to her, a relaxed smile on her face as we both looked at one another through the reflection in the mirrored walls of the elevator. 

I also don't feel like slamming her up against the wall and making her cum once again. I think she feels the same, as she seems more relaxed than when we were in the club and the car. Maybe I should offer her a drink and chat before anything else. No, I will offer her a drink, and we will do this at her pace. She has never been with a woman before...well now she has...but I want to make sure she is comfortable this whole night. So her pace.

"Penthouse suite?" Wanda's gaze moved from looking at me to the sign in the elevator letting us know we had arrived.

"Uh, yeah this is my floor. Well two floors." I shuffled on my feet a little, I always hated showing off my wealth too much. Nothing screams rich fucker like a 2 story penthouse at the top of an already expensive apartment building practically made for the richer people of New York. 

"Do you mind me asking what job you have to be able to have a two floor penthouse?" Wanda's voice wavered a bit trying to gauge what I would do. 

The elevator bell dinged, the doors opening straight into the entrance hall. And before you think 'oh surely anyone can access the penthouse then'. No. The building has an interface system where you have to have a key card, or if you're like me and sometimes forget your key card, a password as well to be able to access past a certain floor. However, even then the cards and passwords are linked to a particular floor number so you can't access anything but yours. The only way someone could possibly get into my pent house without any of that is with a guest password, and each one of those is different so you know who accessed your place and when.

Pretty neat if you ask me. My friend Tony Stark came up with the idea when building this place, making sure I specifically got the top floor and allowed me to design my penthouse myself. He is a good friend.

Anyway, back to Wanda's question.

"No, it's fine. I am a business woman, CEO of a tech company that works in the medical field and also a partner in my friend's tech business." 

"Wow, so earning the big bucks." I stifle a laugh.

"Yes, something like that. Drink?" I pull her to the kitchen area where I have a large wine fridge and then another fridge with beers and other alcoholic beverages in it.

"Red wine please." Wanda makes herself home on one of the stools at the kitchen's island. 

"Any preferences?" I turn with the best two bottles of wine I have holding them up to her. "Château Ausone 2003 or Château Lafite 2010?"

"I don't know. I've never had either before. Whatever you think is best for tonight." She looks like she wants to ask another question as I open the Ausone.

"You can ask me Wanda." I turn around with a wine glass in hand passing it off to her, as she looks slightly confused about how I knew.

"How much does a bottle of Ausone cost? Because you opened it like it wasn't that much. I mean it sounds posh and expensive. Sorry it doesn't matter." She takes a sip of her drink to stop her rambling. 

"It's okay Wanda I promise. You're allowed to ask these questions, you're just curious I get that." 

"Okay well how much does it cost?" She asks with a cheeky grin on her face. 

"That one is the St Emilion Grand Cru. So roughly $1200 a bottle." I hear Wanda choke slightly at my answer, but she quickly covers her mouth recovering from her momentary choke.

"Sorry, but that's more than my monthly rent. Wow. It definitely tastes like a $1200 bottle of liquid courage." She then takes another sip, now obviously savouring the drink.

"Well you can't blame me for that one. It was a gift, it's been sitting there a while. So why not treat you to it." I raise my glass to my mouth watching her reaction. 

"Oh so this is your saving for a rainy day wine?" She jokes.

"Exactly. I had no one to share it with till now, so I thought fuck it, otherwise it will never get drunk otherwise." She hums in response. "Any other questions for me princess?"

"Why the name princess? Also is it rude if I ask how much you earn a year? I mean I'm just curious, you know, expensive wine in a two story penthouse. You have to be bringing home the bacon right?" Wanda places her empty glass on the counter, and I move to top it up again as I think of an answer. 

"I don't really know. It was the first thing to pop into my head when trying to fluster you, which worked by the way." She blushes slightly as I continue. "I mean I don't call anyone princess, never have. It just seemed fitting. And as for how much I earn, are you sure you really want to know?" 

"Hmm, I mean I don't have a name for you. You're just y/n. Why? Is it a lot?" Wanda tilts her head in question. 

"Y/n is just fine. I don't need to go by anything else. Define a lot. What is a lot of money for you Wanda?" 

"Well I have a 2 bedroom apartment that costs me around $1000 a month. I'm not poor in that sense of the word, I always have spare money and savings and my salary is decent. But a lot would be...I don't know...let's set the benchmark at $500'000." I finished off my glass of wine, liking my lips cleaning them of wine not missing Wanda's eyes darting down to watch the movement.

"Then I earn waaaay more than alot. Like I asked before, are you really sure you want to know?" This time I tilt my head in question.

"Can I guess? And then you say higher or lower?" She shuffles on the stool excitedly at the prospect of the small guessing game.

"Of course go ahead."

"Uhmm a lot more than $500'000 so 1.2 mil?" I point my finger upwards to indicate it's higher. "2 million?" Again I point upwards. "5 million?" 

"Much higher." 

"12 million?" 

"Multiply that by five." It takes no longer than a second to do the Maths.

"60 million! A year? Holy shit!" 

"I make anywhere between 60 to 85 million. However, I put a lot of it back into the company and help start up small businesses and of course give to charity." 

"So what do you indulge in? Because every millionaire has something they spend lots of money on. So spend money on houses, cars or even islands? So what is y/ns favourite thing to spend money on?" 

"I am a car person myself, but I tend to buy rust buckets and fix them up myself. Of course I have luxury cars and that but they are more for formal events just for publicity and all that, my PR team seems to think it helps the company and so on and so forth. But in all honesty I like treating my friends most if all. What would you spend the money on if you had that sort of income?"

"I would love to say the same as you. You know, help others in need, give to smaller businesses and friends and family. However, if I jump from my salary to your salary I am spoiling myself first. Car, house, the whole nine yards." We both laugh at her honesty. "Now though I think I'm done with the small talk." Her voice is low, her pupils dilate as she speaks.

"Yeah and what have you got in mind princess?" I lean closer to her whispering in her ear, a shiver going down her spine.

"I think we should take this to the bedroom." Wanda sighs when I start nibbling at her ear.

"Oh yeah? And what do you want to do once we are there princess?" I move my hands to her thighs slowly moving them up and down.

"You tell me?"

"Well princess. I am going to make this the best night of your life. You're going to be screaming my name so loud you forget your own, your legs squeezing around my head as I bring you so much pleasure you won't be able to feel them in the morning. I'm going to find every little spot that sets you off and leave a beautiful purple bruise on them to remind you of how I made you feel." A small fuck leave her mouth, her legs closing slightly to gain some form of friction as I speak. "So princess, are you ready for me to take full control of you tonight?" 

"Fuck. Yes. Please. Just fuck me already." 

"I have your complete consent?" Just got to double check to make sure it is truly what she wants.

"Yes, now please fuck me y/n." 

"What's the safe word?"

"Red." 

"Good girl." A low groan leaves her lips as I pull her off the stool, her legs wrap around my waist as I start to carry her out of the kitchen. 

Tonight is going to be fun.

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[thewidowsledger]

Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 1: Our Dreams

© thewidowsledger 2023 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairings: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: Cursing, slight-ish torture

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It was a disastrous night for Natasha, having to deal with men in general.

When Natasha received an invitation to a meeting with other mob bosses in the city, she saw it as an opportunity to strengthen alliances, forge new connections, and solidify her influence. However, as she stepped into the dimly lit room filled with cigar smoke and the unmistakable air of debauchery, she quickly realized that this gathering was far from what she had anticipated.

Natasha was a formidable woman, known to many as the notorious mob boss of the city. Her reputation preceded her, and her name struck fear into the hearts of those who dared to cross her path. A master of strategy and a shrewd negotiator, she had built her empire through sheer determination and a relentless pursuit of power.

To her dismay, she found most of the mob bosses indulging in their vices, surrounded by scantily clad women sitting on their laps, reveling in their momentary pleasures. The amount of mess in the room disgusts Natasha. But what would she expect? She was aware that the meeting would be held in a bar anyway.

"Natalia! Come on, let's just play around. You're drowning with your work, have some fun!" Rumlow playfully whined, he signaled a girl beside him to go to Natasha, "This one's for you."

The girl smirked and stood obeying Rumlow. But before the girl could come near Natasha, the redhead took a step back and glared at the girl, "I have no time for this Rum, I am not going to play your games."

Natasha left the room immediately, she could still smell the disgust clinging on her body.

"What happened? Done already? Haven't had my fun here yet." Bucky tried to keep his pace with Natasha.

"I just wasted my time here, let's go now." Natasha commanded.

"What?! Hey, you told me we'll have fun after your meeting." Bucky whined, "Damn, you have small legs but you surely walk fast. Slowdown Nat."

Natasha scoffed, "Fuck it Barnes. You go have fun alone, but make sure you drop that paper tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Bucky exclaimed with victory. "And yes I promise that will be the first thing I am going to do tomorrow."

Natasha turned and pointed a finger on him, "But if I ever see a woman leaving your office tomorrow, I am going to kill you." Bucky would always bring girls to his office for a quick fuck and Natasha is getting tired of it. One time she entered his floor with a woman coming at the elevator in a rush with only half of clothes covering her body.

"Oh…that I can't promise." Bucky playfully smirks, but it soonly faded as Natasha took a punch on his arm. "Damn, your surely is small but you punch—"

"Have fun Barnes." Natasha turned her back at him and started walking away.

"Oh, I will!" Bucky shouted, he watched her figure disappear from the halls of the club.

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Natasha finally made her way out, she stood calmly breathing some fresh air. But her peace was again ruined when she heard some commotion in the corner of the bar.

"You left us behind, baby."

"You don't know the things you do to us…"

"How about we go back inside again and show me the moves you did to the other man—"

"Oh, company wouldn't be a problem," someone said, the others started laughing. A man held your right arm and whispered enough for everyone to hear, "Look, this girl didn't entertain us inside, we just wanted some of her attention."

"Do we have a problem here?" Natasha met your gaze and turned to look at those disgusting men harassing you.

You coughed and couldn't bear to breathe properly with the smell of the man, a lot of smoke and beer mixing together. You always hated smoke and people who smoke and Natasha could see how disgusted you were, she caressed your other arm and quickly grabbed you. The man was stunned with Natasha's boldness, but their initial surprise quickly gave way to arrogance, they turned their attention towards Natasha, thinking they could scare her just as they had with you.

Natasha held you behind her, your grip on her suit suddenly loosened as her fist flew towards the man. You flinch at what she did, it happened too fast. Now, you're looking at the man who was harassing you earlier lying unconscious on the floor. The other two men knew better than to approach Natasha so they held their hands in the air in defeat.

"Kneel," Natasha commanded, and they did what she said, still holding their hands up. You were stunned by her command, they knelt in front of Natasha and she turned on you taking your hands delicately. She brought you beside her. "Apologize to her." Natasha started circling around them like a shark.

"I-uh we're sorry, we're sorry, please we're sorry, Miss."

"Miss, sorry, I apologize. Please…"

They seemed to be having a competition of who would apologize better. They were babbling, scared, the other man was crying already. You could swear they almost peed on their pants.

Natasha made her way to the unconscious body laying, she stepped on his face squeezing it to the ground. "Tell this moron that we'll come back for his apology."

Her gazed suddenly softened when they met yours. "Let's go." She told you.

You obeyed, keeping your pace with her. Damn, this woman surely do walk fast and she's something, you told yourself. The clothes, the fabric of it, the details of her leather shoes. Her actions, how she made those men kneel. What? Is she a mafia or something? You laughed in your head but quickly disregarded it.

"Thank you," you broke the silence between you and Natasha. You're not scared of those morons that harassed you. You're not new to it, getting harassed, propositioned in and outside the clubs…and especially in the line of your work, you're not new to it. You can handle it whenever you find yourself in the situation. But it made you realize that Natasha's actions earlier made you somehow scared, but again you shook away the thoughts and still thanked her. "I'm going now. Again, thank you."

"Wait, let me give you a lift. It's almost 2:00 AM, it's dangerous to walk alone." Natasha insisted.

"Oh, no need. I just live a few blocks away." You lied, you actually live halfway across the city. She's still a stranger after all. But you know to yourself, you could feel it that there is something about her that makes you feel comfortable, safe.

"Then let me walk you home if you only live a few blocks away. C'mon my conscience won't let me sleep." Natasha wanted to get some air, she could do it alone. It's much more peaceful she thinks, but at the same time she was suddenly all over you.

Under the moonlit sky, you and Natasha found yourselves strolling through the quiet city streets. The air was cool, carrying a whisper of mystery as you both walked.

You gasped when a shooting star passed in the dark sky and Natasha was startled and took a glance at you. You closed your eyes and whispered your wish to yourself, "I wanted to be rich."

Natasha was mesmerized by you, it seems like the whole world stopped when you closed your eyes. But she suddenly giggled when she heard your wish, "You wanted to be rich? Why?"

"Because I wanted to," You shot back, rolling your eyes to her. "That's everybody's dream, to be rich you know. C'mon I know you wanted to be rich too…" You looked at her again, scanning her outfit that screams 'privileged brat' or 'sugar mommy' and whatever her cologne is it reminded you that she's probably a rich woman," Or maybe you already are… but you sure do hunger for more."

She hummed with a smirk in her face, but her eyes were glassy as if some tears would race down in any second.

"Other than being rich, do you have any other dreams?" She suddenly asked, you were once again stunned.

"I just said what my dream is and yes I have other dreams. But you, what's your dream?" You childishly asked her.

Natasha laughed at your question and reaction to her, but then she smiled and looked at you. "I want to have a normal life and... a dog? Maybe?"

Normal life? Why would she dream of a normal life? Is her life not normal? You asked yourself, you were intrigued by her answer; her dreams.

"And someone to be with for the rest of my life, without getting scared of what I am…" She whispered to herself.

You didn't quite catch on to what she just said, you were about to ask for her to repeat when she stopped you with her question earlier again, "Now tell me what your other dream is."

"I-uh, well. Uhh…well I am a dancer but... " you were stuttering, no proper words coming out of your mouth at the moment. "I-uhh, I want-I want to be a ballerina." You felt your cheeks heat up.

If she's a dancer she could easily transition to ballerina, what's stopping her? Natasha questioned herself.

You suddenly babbled everything about your dream being a ballerina, bringing Natasha back to reality. Your words wove a captivating spell around her. She found herself utterly mesmerized, you were cute, she thinks. Natasha's attention solely fixed on you as you both walked through the quiet streets.

Natasha's eyes were drawn to your graceful gestures, "This is a basic step," you tiptoed and posed a ballerina posture. She watched your every movement, a mixture of awe and admiration reflected in her gaze. The streetlights bathed you in a soft glow, illuminating your face, which seemed to radiate with the passion you held for your dream.

"Wow, you sure do know a lot about ballet." You blushed at Natasha's comment. You once again beamed, it's your first time someone is genuine to hear about your dreams. "Well I know a few more basics." You stumbled while doing it but Natasha was quick to catch you. She looked deeply in your eyes, she could feel her cheeks burning.

You quickly stood to release her hold on you, "I'm going now, this is my block." You totally forgot that you lied about where you live.

"Well, uhh. Okay, are you sure you don't wan—"

"No need, I got this from here. Thanks." You stopped her and scanned the area before walking away.

"My name's Natasha!" She shouted, you turned to look at her and smiled, "Thank you, Natasha!"

"What's yours!" She shouted, asking your name, but you forgot to respond as you tried to stop the blush forming in your cheeks.

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[absurdthirst]

The Carnal Checklist {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: FWB, talk of safewords, sexual exploration, bondage, bdsm, power dynamics, sub/dom undertones, semi-public sex, sex toys, anal play, pegging, oral sex (male and female receiving) somnophilia, 

Comments: Marcus Pike isn’t really a one night stand kind of guy. When his need for sex becomes unbearable, he asks you if you want to explore some things that he’s always wanted to try. 

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Marcus sighs, tapping his pen against his desk. He’s frustrated. Not about a case or a coworker. No, he’s horny. No other way to put it. He wants to have sex. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy though. To go out and find someone to take back home and barely remember her name. He did that back in college a few times and regretted it, wanting more than something completely meaningless. He at least wants to know how she takes her coffee in the morning. He rubs his forehead, knowing he could jerk off again but he’s sick of it. His wrist hurts and it’s laborious and boring. He wants a woman under him, pliable and soft. He thinks about what he can do to fix his dilemma when you walk past his office. He calls your name, more out of instinct than anything.

It takes a few seconds to register that your boss was calling your name. Forcing you to stop in your tracks and immediately back up, the file in your hand forgotten while you had been on your way to take it back to the file room. Norris was a stickler for making sure that the files were brought back if you needed to make a copy of something and you didn’t want to get on his bad side. Sticking your head in, you flash him a smile. Marcus PIke was gorgeous and friendly - if completely unavailable. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere he created in the department and respected him, having grown close to him since his transfer here six months ago. “What’s up?” You ask. “Need a refill of sludge?” Nodding towards his mug, you wonder if he thought you were on your way to the break room. 

He shakes his head, admiring you in your professional attire. You’re a good agent, amazing really. Competent and a team player. You don’t let your ego get in the way like so many others. You smile at him and his heart thumps a little. You’re so beautiful, way out of his league after he’s done so much to fuck up his life. Teresa left him because he was too intense and he knows most women would think the same thing. He bites his lip, knowing what he wants is out of the question but he likes your company. “No. No. I, uh, I wondered if you wanted to get a drink after work.” He asks casually, knowing he can’t voice his idea here.

It’s probably a little sad how easily and bright your smile lights up your face. “Sure!” You agree quickly, wondering if it’s more of a team thing or if Marcus just wanted to perhaps have a shoulder to lean on. He had kept the majority of his past to himself but one night he had confessed how his last relationship had ended and why he had been so eager to go undercover when he got here. “As long as you buy the first round.” You joke, pointing a finger gun at him playfully. 

“Always.” He winks at you, an easy smile on his face despite the nerves twisting his stomach. You stride off after agreeing a time, and Marcus is a bundle of nerves when he meets you by the elevator to make your way to the bar down the street, a regular for the alphabet workers. “So, uh, how was work?” Marcus asks once you are both seated and have the beers he bought.

You snort playfully and pick up your beer bottle. “Well, boss….” You emphasize his title, grinning at him. “Work was great of course.” You throw in as much sarcasm as you can muster. “Johnson managed to lose the case file again and I had to go pull everything from archives to put a new one together. I swear that man eats them.” 

Marcus watches you, shaking his head as he thinks of Johnson and how much he fucks up. The yearly reviews are coming up soon so he will take that into account. “I’m sorry it was a hard day.” He tells you, knowing that shit happens at work and he can only control so much. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says, making you frown as you look at him. You nod, waiting for him to continue. “You can absolutely say no and I don’t want you to think that I am asking you to do this because I’m your boss and you can’t say no and I - I really don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry for me.” He rambles and you shake your head. 

“Marcus. What is it?” You ask, wanting him to spit it out. 

He decides to just blurt it out, “I want to fuck you.”

Of all the things that Marcus could have said, you never expected that. “I, um-” You take a deep breath and chuckle for a moment, thinking that he’s joking with you, but he doesn’t laugh with you. Instead he squirms in his seat and looks uncomfortable, like he’s made a mistake. You realize he’s serious. “I- are you for real?” You ask, looking around and leaning in. “You want what exactly? Friends with benefits?” You can’t believe that you are asking that, but you need to know where this is coming from. 

He bites his lip, picking up the falling apart coaster on the table to spin it around as he tries to summon some courage. “I want - I want sex.” He confesses, “I just - I’m not a one night stand kind of guy. So I guess…friends with benefits?” He shrugs, “I just - I want to be able to explore. I’ve never really done that before now. I’m-” He lowers his voice, “a little vanilla and I want someone I trust to help me explore.”

“Okay.” You nod, showing that you understand. It’s incredibly flattering that he would trust you with something like that. You know that Marcus doesn’t really talk about personal stuff. “What kind of things?” You ask, interest piqued. Someone’s vanilla was another person’s spicy. 

He blushes, “I- I want to try, uh, BDSM. Both sides of it. I want to tie up and be tied up. Use my handcuffs. My exes, they never - they always said no if I mentioned anything different and I didn’t want to upset them. I want to try…” He leans closer, “I want to use toys. Both on my partner and on - on me. Like, uh, pegging.” He swears he is red as a tomato right now. “I want to try role playing too.” He lays all of his cards out on the table, wanting you to know what he wants before you take this any further.

Your brow shoots up but you don’t say anything. Just humming in contemplation as you look into his nervous face and wide brown eyes. He’s handsome, lord knows you’ve had a few errant fantasies about your boss. “I don’t see anything wrong with any of that.” You say after another mouthful of your sudsy beer. “Although, it would need to be something outside of work.” You caution, although you are sure he knows this. “I don’t want to get in trouble at the bureau.” 

Marcus nods, still furiously blushing. “I wouldn’t - I would never jeopardize your position. Or mine. I just- it will purely be between us. In private. Either your house or mine.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel pressured because he’s your boss.

You nod, knowing that Marcus is a man of his word, that is something that you can trust. It’s not that relationships between agents are frowned upon, it’s just that it could lead to a shift in dynamics in the team and you didn’t want to risk that, everything was running smoothly as it was. “Alright.” You agree after another moment. “When do you want to start this?” You ask with a small smirk. 

Marcus shifts, his cock twitching in delight that you aren’t slapping him, telling him to fuck off. He is desperate to cum but he also imagines making you moan his name. That makes his cock harden a little more. “Tonight?” He asks, biting his lip.

You finish your beer, setting down the bottle and looking over at the waitress as she starts walking over to the two of you to check on you. “Get the check.” You tell him, deciding that you will tease him slightly. “We’ll see how good your handcuffing technique is, Pike.”

Marcus is eager, scrambling to grab some cash from his wallet and he hands the waitress far too much in his rush to get out of this fucking bar. Once he’s paid and you’re heading outside, he wraps his arm around your waist. “Wait…who’s being cuffed? You or me?” He teases, his semi hopefully not visible to others after he adjusted himself.

You chuckle and relax at the warm weight of his hand on your waist. Soon he would be touching much more. “Whatever you want to start.” You tell him, knowing he wants to try it all. “My hard limit is fisting. That’s a hell no. Do not attempt.” You tell him. “With those thick ass fingers of yours, three is the maximum.”

Marcus takes the compliment and notes the hard limit. It’s never been something he’s been into either. “Three fingers max.” He promises, sliding his hand a little lower to rest in your hip. “I’ll let you drive to my place. Save suspicion in the morning.” He notes when you enter the garage for the Hoover building. 

“Sounds like a plan.” You tell him and he walks you to your car. Before you can get in, he presses you against the side, reaching up to cup your cheek. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to - to be with me because I’m your boss.” He knows how fucked men can be to pressure their female employees and he vowed to never be remotely like those assholes.

Your cunt clenches at the way he traps you against the car. It’s not meant to be threatening but it’s kind of sexy. At least your pussy thinks so. “I’ve had plenty of x-rated thoughts about my handsome boss over the past few months.” You admit, smirking at him. “You didn’t coerce me.”

He offers you a boyish grin upon hearing you’ve had thoughts about him. He knows there are cameras around so he doesn’t do what he wants, which is to just press his lips to yours and make out like a teenager against your car. Instead, he leans closer so his breath mingles with yours. “Good. I’ll see you at my place.” You’ve been to his place lots of times for team cookouts and late nights going over files. This time is different though. Unable to stop himself, he kisses the side of your mouth before he pulls back, opening your door for you.

You have to calm your nerves on the drive over to his house, playing some music to try to keep from working yourself up. Your stomach is jumpy and excited, it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten laid and this sounds like it’s going to be fun. Toys, bondage, edging are all things you love and it was rare to find a partner who just didn’t want to fuck as quickly as possible and go to sleep. Pulling up into the spot beside him, you flash him a grin as you climb out. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Marcus chuckles, his stomach churning with nerves but he reminds himself that this is supposed to be fun. He exhales shakily and grabs his keys, guiding you to his front door before he unlocks it and disarms the alarm. “You want a drink? Beer? Wine? Whiskey? Water?” He offers several options, trying to show that he isn’t in a rush.

“Some water will be fine.” You don’t want to drink too much the first time you do this. You look around his living room, noticing that it’s neat, just like it has been every time you’ve been here. “So I guess we can talk more about what you are looking for.” You decide to shuck your jacket and hang it up, your holster and weapon locked in your glove compartment already. “Establish safe words, warning queues. That kind of thing.”

Marcus grabs you both a bottle of water, sitting down on the sofa and patting the space beside him. "Um, yeah. I just- I want to try new things with someone I trust that isn't going to reject me or make fun of me." He admits, biting his lip. "My exes...they just wanted missionary. Doggy or spooning. Rarely did a girlfriend ride me. Claimed their thighs hurt so, uh, I guess I just want a woman who wants to experiment with me that I know and trust. I'm clean by the way. I just had my medical. Can show you the results." He says, reaching for his phone.

You shake your head. “I trust you. I’m clean too. And I have an IUD if cum play is something you are into.” You inform him. “I promise I won’t make fun of anything you want to try. Even if it’s not something I like.” You don’t mind the idea of this at all. “My safe word is blueberry.” You admit with a smile. “Have you ever thought of what you would use as one?”

He reaches out to squeeze your hand in appreciation. “Safeword? I’d say ‘pancakes’ and I, uh, I wouldn’t mind cum play. I might…” He exhales shakily, blushing furiously at the fact that he’s gonna tell anyone this. “I might have a breeding kink.” He confesses, knowing that he often gets off on the thought of knocking his partner up, watching his cum drip from her and knowing there’s a small chance it took. It’s dumb, all of his partners have had birth control but the idea just turns him on.

“Okay.” You nod, wanting to put him at ease. “It’s pretty common. I have a breeding kink too, even if I’m nowhere near having kids.” You give a small laugh. “So me begging you to put a baby in me would be top tier dirty talk?” You just want to make sure you are giving him what he wants. And since this is a mutual kink, that wouldn’t be hard. Plenty of ex’s had been weirded out even when you explained you didn’t want kids right then.

His cock hardens even more at the revelation that you also have a breeding kink and aren’t laughing at him. “Jesus.” He exhales sharply, “yes. God, I think you’d make me cum right away.” He chuckles softly, wiping his hands on his pants. He wants you, God, he wants you. “So, uh, should we…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. You nod and he swallows harshly, shifting over to you and he tentatively reaches out to cup your cheek. His dark eyes meet yours for a moment until he gently moves closer until he can press his lips to yours.

The first kiss is tentative, explorative. When you don’t hesitate or push him away, he gets a little more comfortable, moving closer. Sparks sizzle in your belly and your mouth opens, inviting him in with a soft moan as your hands drift up his arms to rest on his shoulders. His tongue immediately slides inside your mouth and the kiss turns slightly needy, Marcus pressing closer and your mutual groans getting louder.

Marcus loves that he knows you. The awkward dissipates almost instantly, and he caresses your back as he slides his tongue against yours. He might be a little clumsy but honestly, he’s so fucking eager to please. He’s decided he wants to handcuff you. Show you how good a lover he can be before you decide to go further into his sexual exploration. His hands grab your ass and he shifts to lean back, bringing you with him until you are straddling him. He kisses along your jaw, allowing you a moment, “you’re so beautiful.” He coos, wanting you to know that he truly believes that. He’s always thought that.

Flattery will get him everywhere with you. You wiggling into his lap, moaning when you feel his hard cock poking against your core and start grinding down on it. Slowly moving your hips in a circle eight pattern while your fingers comb through his hair. “And you’re sexy.” You pant out breathlessly, squealing softly when he bites down gently. “Fuck, do that again.” You beg.

He does as he is told, biting down again before he soothes the skin with his tongue. His cock throbs as you grind onto him and his hands slide up to squeeze your tits through your blouse. “Can I take this off?” He asks. 

“Please.” Comes your breathless reply and he untucks it from your pants before pulling it over your head to expose your sensible white bra. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your tits encased in the white silk makes him surge forward to kiss along the swell of your breast until he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material.

You whine, loving the feeling of his hot mouth soaking the material and the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin. “I- you can bite.” You tell him breathlessly, your fingers curled into his hair and you push him a little closer to your breasts. “I like that.” He groans, his cock twitching and throbbing underneath you, making you grind down against it a little more. You wish you had worn a skirt today, so it could already be pushed up to your hips, but you had worn a pantsuit. Feeling the pressure of his teeth makes your body jolt in surprise and you can’t help but moan again. “Mar-Marcus.” 

His hands slide up your back, unclasping your bra as he bites down on your nipple again. Reluctantly pulling back so he can drag your bra down before he tosses it aside to resume his actions. Biting down on your other nipple, his hand squeezes your free breast, unable to believe how good you already feel pressed against him. His cock throbs but he’s not in a rush. “Lemme - lemme take my shirt off.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can tug on his tie, the material suddenly suffocating.

He works on his tie while your greedy fingers already start working on his lower buttons, eager to get to his skin. You’ve often wondered how he would look and feel, during those moments of naughty thoughts. You huff, finding a soft white cotton blend t-shirt underneath his once crisp dress shirt. Tugging on the ends to try to pull them from where they are tucked into his pants. You know you don’t have to rush, but excitement has you working frantically to get him just as exposed as you are.

Marcus loves how eager you are to get to his skin, tossing the tie aside as he helps you untuck his shirts before he shrugs off the button down. “Too many damn clothes.” You tease and he chuckles, “professional attire.” Eventually, you are pulling off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and he feels a little self conscious. He’s not built, he is fit enough to pass all the FBI requirements but he’s never had a six pack. A fit dad bod was how Teresa described him. He just hopes you like how he looks.

Your hands caress his skin and you lean in, pressing your breasts against his chest with a soft moan. “Fuck, you’re hot.” You praise, lips pressing against his neck before you start kissing down it and along his shoulder. You have always believed that men deserve just as much praise as women do when you are intimate. It makes the entire thing better, makes you more eager to be with that person again. You love that his chest is smooth and relatively hairless, your fingers mapping his skin.

Marcus’s chest tightens at your praise and eager kisses, making him feel like the most handsome man in the world. He loves it. His hands grab your ass, grinding you onto his throbbing covered cock. “You’re so fucking hot. Always thought it.” He confesses, “wanted to fuck you.” He reaches for the button of your pants, making quick work of them before he slides his hand into your panties. It’s awkward but he manages to rub your clit.

You whimper against his collar bone, tongue sliding along the thin skin there when you feel his thumb press against your clit. Right now this is what the two of you need. An introduction to one another. Your own hand snakes down and you squeeze his thick cock through his pants and moan when he twitches against it. “Lean back, baby.” You order him softly. “I want to get your cock out.” 

He leans back, chuckling softly when you curse his belt but soon enough it is being tossed across the room with a clang. You then unbutton his smart dress pants, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to grip his cock. He hisses, unable to stop himself as he realizes how damn good your hand feels, he knows he’s gonna lose his mind when your cunt grips him.

“Fuck.” You whimper when you feel the hot weight of him in your hands. He’s thick, not overly girthy, but he will stretch and fill you deliciously. Your lips find his jaw and you can’t help but nip his skin as you slowly start to stroke him. “I’ve got my boss’s dick in my hand.” You moan breathlessly. “Wonder how many roleplay scenarios we can come up with?” You tease. “Please sir, I’ll do anything for a raise.” 

He moans, continuing to rub your clit. “You’ve already got a raise.” He teases, twitching in your grip. You giggle, rolling your eyes, and he chuckles before you pump him, taking his breath away. “Jesus baby.” He grunts, “want to see all of you.” He gently pushes you off of him, making you stand so he can pull your pants down.

You don’t have any issue standing naked in front of him. Your body, with all of its imperfections, is your body. If he didn’t like it, he could just end things here. Although from the way that his eyes darken and he reaches for you again, you don’t think that it’s going to be an issue. “Show me your bedroom Marcus.” You tell him, pulling away from his reaching hands and picking up your pair of handcuffs, holding them up with one finger. “Easier to play there.” 

He gulps, a drop of pre-cum soaking his boxers as he stands up, kicking off his sensible work loafers before he shoves down his pants, eager to be naked alongside you. He stumbles slightly in his excitement to get you to his bedroom but he’s soon opening the door for you.

Even though you’ve been inside his home several times, you’ve never been in his bedroom. It’s neat, just like the rest of the house and you smile when you see that his bed is even made, not just covers thrown haphazardly back into place. His bed is a nice size, queen, since he doesn’t need a larger bed living alone. “So what do you want to do, Marcus?” You ask, looking at the bed and then back to him. “Do you want to be in handcuffs or use the handcuffs on me?” 

He eyes the handcuffs, knowing he wants to experience being tied up but tonight should be about you. He wants to show you how good he can be. Make you feel like you’re in heaven so you will want to fuck him again. He does feel like he has to prove himself since he is the one who wanted this. “You. I want you handcuffed to my bed so I can make you scream my name while my tongue is buried in your pussy.” He may be sweet but Marcus can be direct and dirty. He knows what he wants.

Your eyes widen in surprise but you can’t help but smirk. You have no issue being handcuffed by him to the bed and your cunt clenches at the thought of looking down and seeing his head between your thighs. “Yes sir.” You sass, swaying your hips as you walk by him and make sure you stick your ass out as you climb onto the bed and lay down in the middle of it. He had wanted to be able to explore things with you and you were going to give him that. 

Marcus groans as you lay down on the bed, arms stretched towards the headboard and your legs spread to display your dripping folds. He grabs the handcuffs, leaning over you. “Are you sure? You want out, you say the word.” He orders, his voice authoritative.

“Blueberries.” You remind him of your safe word and watch as the muscles under his skin flex and ripple as he wraps the cold steel of your handcuffs around one wrist and clicks them closed before winding it behind the slats and takes your other wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t stay silent if I want out.” You pause. “Spanking is also on the table. If you’re into that.” 

His cock twitches violently at the thought as he cuffs your other hand. “Yeah? You like being spanked like a naughty little girl?” He coos, a sudden dominant vibe surging inside of him now that you are cuffed to his bed. He shuffles, kneeling between your thighs and he playfully slaps the inside of your thigh.

“God.” Your moan is loud and your cunt clenches, slightly shocked that he had slapped your thigh. You should have known better, but men far less chivalrous than Marcus had not liked spanking. He rubs your skin even though the slap hadn’t stung for more than a second, there hadn’t been any force behind it. “Yes.” You admit shamelessly. “Love it.” 

Marcus smirks, loving how eager you are. He shifts to lay between your thighs, groaning at how wet you are. He  inhales your heady scent before he leans closer, sliding his tongue through your folds.

You let out a strangled groan, closing your eyes and letting your head flop back against the pillows while he licks at your cunt. You never imagined an after work drink would have led to this. “Oh fuck, Marcus.” You whimper, body jolting when he flicks his tongue over your clit.

He just hums in delight, loving the tang of your arousal as he flicks your clit, your hips bucking into his mouth. His arm slings over your stomach to keep you still while he slides his tongue through your folds. “You prefer your clit sucked or flicked?” He asks, wanting to communicate about what you like.

Your eyes open and you look down at him, his dark eyes fixed on you. “Flicked.” You pant out, whimpering when he does just that and your instinct is to pull your hands down. The clank of the handcuffs makes you moan, realizing you can’t touch him. “Fuck.”

He smiles into your folds. “Gotta be a good girl. Keep your hands there. Otherwise, I gotta spank you.” He warns, knowing you’d like the punishment. It’s so much fun to try a different part of his sexual personality, enjoying being a little more dominant. He flicks your clit while his hand slides along your thigh. Pressing two fingers into your cunt, he groans at how wet you are. “Dripping for me like a filthy girl. You like being handcuffed to my bed? I can do what I want to you. I could make you cum on my fingers…or leave you high and dry.” He hums, curling his fingers inside of you before removing them.

The whimper you let out is sinful. Gasping and lifting your hips to chase his fingers. It’s fucking sexy to hear that fall from your bosses lips. How the hell could someone not want Marcus like this? “I- I’ll be good.” You promise, biting your lips and moaning again as your cunt throbs. “Please.”

He hums again, leaning in to kiss your thigh before he slides two fingers back inside of you, pumping his digits with a groan at the way your walls grip him as if to stop him from pulling them out again. He leans in to flick his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear you cum for the first time.

It doesn’t that you long. A few minutes of perfectly curled fingers combined with clever, strong flicks of his tongue against your clit has your toes curling and your arms straining at the handcuffs. That knot of tension building in your stomach busting and making you cry out. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” You gasp as your cunt gushes over his fingers and your entire body lights up in bliss.

He fucking loves the way you cum. Your thighs pressed against his head and the gush of juices on his digits until there’s a squelching sound as he works you through it. He groans, kissing your clit as he waits for you to relax from your orgasm. “You good?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re okay with the handcuffs and aren’t uncomfortable before he continues making you feel good.

Your body relaxes and your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck, I’m great.” You chuckle, tilting your head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Marcus. You are talented with that mouth of yours.” You praise. “How the fuck are you single? A man who eats pussy like that is a fucking prize.”

He sighs, kissing your inner thigh. “I’m too much too soon. Always dive in and end up scaring them away.” He confesses, knowing his desire for a wife and family has led to him seeming a little desperate and intense. He wants you to cum one more time on his tongue, wants you to be eager to fuck him next time. He kisses along your thigh before he flicks his tongue over your clit again, loving your whimper of sensitivity.

Forgetting about his words, you just let yourself experience his tongue. It’s all you can do. There is a helpless aspect to bondage that you enjoy, being unable to do anything but what your partner wants you to do appeals to the woman that is always independent and in charge of her life. Your legs lift and you drape them over Marcus’s broad shoulders while he continues to lick into you like you are a sweet. 

He slides his tongue into your cunt, curling it as he groans at how wet you are. His nose presses against your clit, loving how sweet your cum tastes as he works you up again. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples to hear your sweet cry of his name again.

Oftentimes, you get one orgasm with lovers, so this is a treat. You love the ache of his fingers rolling your nipples between them and the groans that vibrate against your folds. Even if this wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting tonight, you feel like just the handcuffs being used is giving Marcus a new experience. Your hips lift and you cry out his name when your second orgasm steamrolls over you, making you choke out another cry and shake under his touch. 

He fucking loves it. Already addicted, he laps up every drop of your cum as you shake beneath him, heels digging into his shoulders as you ride your orgasm. He groans, lapping at your folds to work you through it until you relax and he rests his chin on your lower stomach. "Damn. You taste good." He licks his lips as he looks at you.

You give him a lazy smile, still blissed out and soft from your orgasm. “That was really good.” You hum happily. “What do you want now? Do you want to fuck me? Feel how soft and wet I am? How tight I feel around your cock?” 

Marcus nods, wanting to feel you around him. “You, uh, want to use a condom?” He asks, wanting to know before he slides inside of you. His cock is throbbing so he shifts to kneel, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give him some relief.

“Only if you want to.” You shoot him a grin and one foot comes up to slide along his thigh. “I trust you are safe and there’s that IUD, remember?” You tease. “So I am yours to turn into a Twinkie if you want.” 

He groans, cock twitching in his grip before he lets go, grabbing your calf and bringing your foot up to his mouth. He wraps his lips around your toe, sucking as he shuffles closer to you. His cock sliding between your folds as he covers his length in your cum.

You squeal, surprised by that move, and you giggle when he bites down on your toe playfully. Only to moan a second later when starts to slide his cock up against your entrance teasingly before letting his move to push against your clit. Teasing you as he wets himself with your juices. “Marcus.” You pant, eager to feel him inside you. “Are you going to make me beg?” 

He hums, releasing your toe before placing your calf on his shoulder. “Now there’s an idea.” He nudges your clit with the head before pulling away. “Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you. I could pull away now, leave you here to think about how good my cock would feel inside of you.”

You pout at him, whining at the threat. “Fuck me, Marcus.” You beg quietly. “I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to feel you when I’m sitting at my desk tomorrow and know they you fucked me tonight.” You bite your lip. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

He pulls away from you. "That's not good enough." He quips, removing his cock from your folds. He hums and shuffles off of the bed. "I think you need a few minutes to think about how much you want my cock inside of you." He slaps your thigh before he strides out of the room. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, his cock is throbbing but he wants to hear your sweet begs for him. He wants to feel in control after all the bullshit with Teresa.

“Oh fuck.” You bite your lip, whimpering with your eyes still on the doorway where Marcus disappeared. You had never expected him to actually leave you. “Please, please fuck me.” You beg, your voice pleading. “I need your cock inside me. God, you can’t tease me like this baby.” You squirm on the bed, restless and tug on the handcuffs to clatter against the slats of his headboard. “Come back and fuck me, please.” 

He bites his lip, deciding to go and get you a bottle of water. He desperately wants to go in there and sink into you but he also wants to hear you beg a little more. “Sorry. Did you say something?” He calls out, a smirk on his lips as he sets the bottle down before wrapping his fingers around his cock, trying to stop himself from jerking off.

Huffing, your whimper is frustrated. “Marcus, please. God, stop teasing me. I want to feel you inside me. I want - fuck uncuff me and I’ll ride you.” You try to bargain. “I just want your cock inside me, filling me up.” Your legs shift impatiently and your cunt is throbbing. “Please, please, please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.” You beg, chanting your plea over and over again. 

Marcus can’t deny you when you beg so sweetly. He lets go of his cock and makes his way into the bedroom. Your whine of relief makes pre-cum drip onto his carpet and he doesn’t give a fuck. When he is hovering over you, your legs spread as you buck up into thin air, it releases something inside of him. He grabs your hips, spinning you so your arms cross and you are on your stomach. He straddles your thighs and grips his cock, not even wasting a second before he is pushing into you, his hips pressed against your ass.

Your shriek of pleasure is loud, making sure that anyone nearby hears it. His cock stretches you, pushes up against your walls in the most fantastic way that leaves you breathless. He’s groaning behind you, maybe growling and your cunt can’t help but react, clenching down around him while he grinds deeper into your body. His hips pushing against your ass and pushing you into the bed. “Oh- oh fuck.” 

“That’s it. Take all of it. Take all of my cock.” He growls, loving the way your arms are crossed, his cock pushing inside of you as he begins a fast pace, wanting to hear you scream his name and remember him tomorrow when you walk.

You can’t do anything but take it. Moaning and gasping out every time he pushes deep, feeling like he’s burying himself in your guts. You instinctively know that this isn’t his normal pace. All you can do is ball your hands into fists and try to push your ass up as he thrusts down into you. “Oh fuck- shit- Marcus!”

He leans down, pressing all of his body over yours so he can bite down on your shoulder. He rocks into you, his hips slamming against yours as he roughly fucks you. He isn’t usually like this but he wants to indulge in his more animalistic side. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. God baby.” He groans, kissing your neck.

Your toes curl and you moan nearly every thrust, being able to take a breath when he pulls his hips back only to have it push back out when his hips snap forward again. “Yes.” You hiss, bowing your back as much as you can until it hurts. “Use me.” You beg. “Take what you need.”

He grunts, wanting you to cum first before he feels you up. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna get you - fuck - get you pregnant. Knock you up and watch your belly grow. Want to watch my cum drip out of you knowing - knowing that it took.” He knows you are okay with it, knowing you have an IUD. It’s just pretend, but fuck if it doesn’t make his cock throb inside of you.

You whine, nodding with your face against the cool pillow. “Fuck yes.” You gasp, clenching down around him. “Fuck, breed me baby.” You feel positively wicked just saying it out loud, always thinking it during sex but never having a partner be comfortable with it. The last guy you had tried that with went limp. “Please, fill me up.” 

“Going to.” He promises. Shit, this is his fucking dream. A hidden part of him wants to do it for real, but that’s just his desire for a family. You and him aren’t like that. You aren’t together. “Gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Coat your walls with my cum. Just want you to cum.” He groans.

Whimpering, you feel him speed up. The slap of his hips against your ass loud and his cock is shredding up inside you. Striking against pure heaven and making you race towards another orgasm. “Go-going to.” You pant out. “Yo-your cock is going to make me cum. Fuck- so good.” You feel him push deep and it unleashes a wave of pleasure inside you. “Ohhhhh Marcusssssssss!” You cry out loudly as you soak his cock.

Marcus fucking loves it, burying his cock deep inside of you as he struggles to even thrust because of how tight you’re gripping him. “Good girl. God, I love this.” He chokes, thrusting his hips a few more times before he cums, pushing deep as he paints your walls with his hot seed.

You moan as he fills you up. Feeling the flood of heat from his cum and basking in the way that you feel even fuller than you did just a moment before. The rocking thrusts of his hips makes it squelch, pushing it out around his length as he rides out his high. You sigh, closing your eyes and smiling at the way you feel completely relaxed and sated as he collapses on top of you. 

Marcus exhales deeply until he is kissing along your shoulder as he enjoys the buzz of his orgasm. He loves how you seem boneless beneath him and he is happy to have fucked you to that point. He kisses your cheek before he pulls out of you. He gently turns you over, groaning when you spread your thighs and he can see his cum dripping out of you. "Jesus. That's a pretty sight." He murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to push his cum back inside of you.

You whimper in delight and your eyes flutter closed as his fingers plug your cunt, keeping his cum trapped inside you. “Fuck Marcus.” You pants. “Gotta make sure it stays in there.” You murmur, continuing the small little breeding fantasy. You open your eyes and find him staring down at your cunt and his fingers. “How do you feel about plugs?” 

He smirks, blushing despite everything he just did to you. “Damn. That would be sexy as hell.” He pulls his fingers away, bringing them up to your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking his cum off of his digits. He groans, spent cock twitching, and withdraws his fingers, grabbing the key so he can unlock the cuffs. After removing them, he gently rubs your wrists, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I’ll get you some water.” He murmurs, pulling back before making his way to the kitchen.

Sitting up, you slide off the bed, needing to use the bathroom. Marcus had just spent countless minutes pushing against your bladder and you are eager to relieve it. Slipping into his en-suite, you use the toilet and clean up quickly, flushing and washing your hands before you walk back out just as Marcus comes back in from the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to pee.” You explain with a small grin. 

He rolls his eyes at you, “as if I’d be bothered about that sweetheart.” He shifts to lay down beside you, handing you the bottle of water. “Drink. You need to hydrate.” He orders, not wanting you to feel ill. He wants to ask you to stay for some takeout but he doesn’t want to push it.

“Yes sir.” You send him a cheeky smile and twist the cap off to take a long drink of the cold water. Moaning quietly when you realize how thirsty you actually were, downing half the bottle before you pull it away from your lips. “Here.” You offer him the rest of the water. “You need some too. You did all the work.” 

He downs it, tossing the bottle onto his nightstand. He reaches out to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. “So…did I pass the friends with benefits audition?” He asks, smiling as he settles back against the headboard.

You smirk and raise a brow at him in amusement. “It all depends on if feeding me is a part of Mr. Pike’s aftercare routine.” You tell him playfully before you nod. “It was good, seriously good.” You promise him. “Was it- was it what you were imagining? Or no?” 

He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “What do you want?” He asks, “your choice. Thai? Pizza? Chinese? Or McDonalds?” He asks, wanting to give you options. He swallows after a moment, looking at you. “It was…it was incredible. Seriously, thank you. I never - I’ve never been like that before. Never been so…so animalistic.” He admits, blushing even more. 

You smile, happy that he has been able to experience something new with you. “Good.” You lean in and press your lips to his, hoping that he doesn’t mind since the two of you are done having sex. You keep it quick, pulling back and biting your lip. “Is Chinese okay?” You ask, wanting egg rolls all of a sudden. 

“Sure. Lemme grab my phone and you can order whatever you want.” He says, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his boxers before he moves to grab his phone from his jeans. “Here babe.” He says, handing you the phone. This feels so domestic but he reminds himself that this isn’t anything more than friendship with sex sprinkled in.

You pull up the UberEats app and select the restaurant that it looks like Marcus has ordered from before. You pick your favorite meal and hand the phone back to him, making sure to get extra egg rolls. “I’ve picked out what I want.” You tell him with a grin. “I guess I better get dressed, huh?” 

He bites his lip, “we are friends. If you wanna wear one of my shirts and boxers until you go, that’s cool. Or you can get dressed. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” He offers, wanting to cuddle but he won’t let his damn clingy nature ruin this.

“That will work.” You smile at him and nod. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being naked when we aren’t- you know.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you give a small shrug. “This is new, so I don’t want to overstep.” 

He kisses your cheek, “you wouldn’t make me uncomfortable. Communication is key so you tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll do the same. We are friends, not just coworkers. This is supposed to be fun so I want you to be happy and relaxed.” He shifts off of the bed again, grabbing a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers from his dresser for you.

“Thank you.” You stand and take the clothes when he hands them to you. Slipping on the boxers and shirt before you lay back down. “So I guess we should talk about aftercare and cuddling and things like that.” You venture. “And what else you want to have happen.”

He leans back against his pillows. “I’d like cuddles, if you’re cool with that. And I would like to look after you. I think aftercare is key. Especially after a hard session. Water, food, lotion. Relaxation. You never have to leave here if you don’t feel like it. I’m good with you staying over. You can even stay in my guest room. I want…I want you to dominate me next. Edge me. I’ve never had a lover do that.” He admits, biting his lip.

“Okay so on days we are planning on meeting up, I would say that we just sleep over.” You propose. “I’ll sleep wherever you want, but I know it’s draining after some things.” You smirk at him. “How do you feel about cock rings?” You ask playfully. 

“I’ve never used one. I’m open to it. Do you- I never asked you what you’d like to try. This is about you too. What’s your biggest fantasy? I want to make your fantasies come true too.”

You give him an embarrassed grin. “Well, the breeding kink is a very big one and a plug.” You admit. “Making me keep your cum inside me for however long.” You give a small chuckle. “Um, and I- I like when someone cums on my face.” Your cheeks heat up again as you tell your boss your desires.

His cock twitches at that thought. “Really?” He asks, jaw dropped when you nod. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that sweetheart. Jesus, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? What about roleplay? Any fantasies? I, uh, I want to roleplay an interrogation. Where, uh, I'm the perp.”

“Hmmmm that’s a good one.” You curl into his side easily and wrap your hand around his stomach. “I have to…break…my suspect.” You purr. “I’ve got some fantasies that are- no, I don’t have anything.” You can’t bring yourself to admit that, it’s too dark and you don’t want to scare him or make him think you are fucked up.

He frowns, wanting you to feel secure and safe enough to tell him what you want. You’re here for a good time and he wants to make sure you both enjoy it. “You don’t have to tell me but I won’t judge. This is supposed to be fun. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you but I won't make fun of you.” He promises, cuddling into you.

“I - God, I’ve had a fantasy about- being taken advantage of while I sleep since I was - fuck, 17?” You admit. “A stranger sliding into bed and fucking me while I’m asleep.” You can’t look over at him, knowing you would see disgust on his face. After telling one boyfriend about it and having him break up with you, you had never told anyone else about your fantasy.

Marcus can’t stop his cock from hardening even if he tries. “You mean-” He clears his throat, “you want - you want to be fucked while you’re asleep?” You nod, biting your lip from mortification and he leans closer to rest his forehead against yours. “As long as you give me consent, I can make it happen. You have to be sure though. Consent. Consent. Consent.” He repeats, knowing he will need you to be certain before he ever takes you like that.

You exhale loudly, amazed that he would even consider it. “Yes- fuck, you’ll do it?” You ask, eyes wide and hopeful. “I mean, you don’t have to, I’ve just- that’s my one thing that I’ve always wanted.”

“I will if you give me consent. I won’t do it unless you are comfortable.” He tells you, knowing he wants to fulfill your fantasies as well as his own. “Anything else you want?” He asks, curious as his phone dings that the food is on the way.

“Standard stuff.” You give a small shrug. “Anal is okay, I like it.” You tell him. “But yes, I give you consent. Alllll the consent.” You giggle quietly. “What’s your deepest fantasy?” You ask, wanting to know.

He bites his lip again, blushing furiously as he imagines his deepest fantasy. “I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it, considering our jobs.” He confesses, looking over at you with flushed cheeks. “I- I want to - to have sex in public. Somewhere we can be caught and I’m trying to keep you quiet but also trying to make you cum.”

Your brow wings up and you nearly choke in surprise. This man claims that he’s vanilla and he wants public sex? “I - wow.” You don’t hate the idea though. “We would have to find the right spot to make that happen.” You tell him quickly, not wanting him to think you are saying no.

He nods, knowing it would involve planning because of your jobs. The fact that you aren’t saying no has him smiling softly. “Where have you been all my life?” He teases. 

“In an office down the hall from you.” You joke and he leans in to rest his head on top of yours. “Let’s have some good food, sleep and then we can figure out our next fantasy.”

****

You bite your lip as you glance at the clock again, willing the numbers to be closer to the time where you can leave and go home. It’s been a few days since the first time that you had gone home with Marcus, both of you deciding that it didn’t need to be an everyday thing. It’s Friday, the weekend free and clear and the two of you can indulge without being interrupted with work. This time you are going to be in control over Marcus and edge him - at your apartment. 

Marcus is nervous and excited. This time you’re in control and going over to your apartment gives more of that illusion. When the day ends, he watches you walk past his office without a glance in his direction, making his palms sweaty. He is already half hard just thinking about this, has been all day, and soon, he is in his car driving over to your place. When he arrives, he grabs the overnight bag from the car and makes his way to your door.

You smirk when you hear the doorbell ring, making your way over to it and opening it quickly to find Marcus standing there with his bag. “Come inside and leave your bag by the door.” You order him, watching his eyes widen when he sees what you have changed into. “Then you are to strip down to your boxers.” 

Marcus's jaw drops at your outfit. Tight leather and lace that has his cock instantly hard. Plus your voice, full of authority has him ready to fucking cum. He nods, setting his bag down by the door and he is rock hard, body practically vibrating with excitement. "Jesus baby. You-" He closes his mouth when you look at him, showing him that he shouldn't talk.

He likes your nod to the classic idea of a dominant looks like, you had thought he would love it when you had picked it out after work the other day. Watching as he eagerly sets his bag down and starts shucking off his clothes, haphazardly throwing them on the floor. “Ah ah ahhhh.” You purse your lips in disappointment and look at the pile pointedly. “Don’t be a messy boy.” You purr. “Make sure you fold them neatly.” 

His cock twitches as he picks up his pants, carefully folding them up like he used to in the army, and he shrugs off the rest of his clothes, carefully placing the pile down on the floor. He stands up straight in his boxers, awaiting your next command with his cock bulging in the thin material.

“Hmmm.” You bite your lip as you see that he’s already hard, obviously enjoying you ordering him around. “I’m not going to use handcuffs on you.” You announce with a smirk. “I have straps for your hands and feet to tie you to my bed. Is that okay with you?” You ask, wanting to make sure he is comfortable with that idea. “Spread out and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch you?” 

Marcus whimpers, actually whimpers at the idea. Swearing he could cum just from you telling him about what you are going to do to him. He nods and you shake your head. "Words." You order, making him shiver. 

"It's okay - more than okay - with me." He responds, wringing his hands together as he becomes fidgety.

Smiling, you crook your finger and beckon him to follow you through your apartment to your bedroom. Marcus has never been over here and you wonder if he’s looking around, or if his eyes are focused on your ass, your cheeks completely bare as the back of your outfit is a thong. You open the door and show him the queen sized bed that have black padded cuffs waiting at every corner, already tied to the frame and a cock ring, plug and anal beads sitting on the bedside table with lube. 

Marcus honestly feels like he has died and gone to heaven, a soft groan escaping his lips as he eyes the set up. It's everything he has fantasized about and more. "Shit." He hisses under his breath, unsure of what to look at since you look like a damn snack and he is starving. He hopes you let him eat you out again. "Where do you want me...ma'am?" He tests the waters, wanting to please you.

“On the bed.” You order, walking over to the bed to start opening the cuffs. “Remind me of your safe word.” You know that it’s pancakes, but you want it to be fresh in his mind. 

“Pancakes.” Marcus rushes over to lay down and you smirk as you start with his ankle, wrapping the cuffs around one firmly and tugging on it. 

“Good boy.” You purposely haven’t removed his underwear, wondering if he will question you on it or if he will stay silent. 

He grows more desperate for your touch with each cuff that is placed on his wrists and ankles. Groaning, he watches you finish the last cuff and he is soaking his boxers with pre-cum. He bucks his hips, able to move too much, and a whine escapes his lips. "Please. Please. I need - I need you."

You shush him, leaning over and pressing your lips to his firmly, feeling him strain to kiss you back. His tongue slides against your lips and you pull back with a grin. “Naughty boy.” You chide lightly. “I’ll take care of you, you just relax, hm?” 

He tries to relax, breathing out as he waits for you to touch him, do anything with him. Closing his eyes, he forces himself to relax into the mattress, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Yes ma’am.” He murmurs, opening his eyes to watch you.

You hun in approval and lean down to swirl your tongue around his flat nipple, making him gasp as you climb up on the bed and straddle one of his thighs as you reach down and cup his cock through his boxer. “When was the last time someone worshiped your cock baby?” You ask softly. “Licked it and sucked it, nuzzled it? Sucked on your balls while they stroked your cock?”

Marcus looks at you, realizing how fucking perfect you are for this. He’s never been so turned on and you haven’t even touched his cock. “It’s been a while. Not since - pre-Teresa. She never - I didn’t push her because she - she didn’t like giving blowjobs.” He reveals, feeling like he’s about to combust.

You smirk and hook your fingers under the band of his briefs. They are plain, standard boxers. Not name brand so you have no guilt when you grab the seam of them and start ripping them apart. “Good thing I love having a cock in my mouth.”

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He hisses when you rip his boxers, reach down to grip his cock and waste no time in taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck baby.” He groans in relief, fingers twitching before curling into a fist as he remembers that he can’t touch you.

You hum around his length, loving how he twitches and rewards you with a small spurt of pre-cum when you press your tongue against the tip. Pulling off of him to flatten your tongue along the sensitive skin that is salty and slightly musky. “Do you want the toys now or when you are squirming, baby?” You coo, having every intention of turning him into a needy pile of goo by the time you climb onto his cock.

“Now, please.” Marcus begs, trying now to pull against restraints. All his wildest dreams are coming true and he can’t wait to see how it feels. 

“Good boy.” You coo, happy he’s giving himself over to you like this. He said he wanted it, but so many men have a hard time giving up control. You lean over, reaching for the toys and your fingers let go of his cock and slide down to massage the taunt skin around his puckered hole.

He gasps, thighs shaking a little as you rub the sensitive skin and he swears he could cum just from that. A moan escaping his lips and he is completely at your mercy, nails digging into his palms. “Please.” He begs, needing more.

“You’re being so good.” You praise him, removing your fingers so you can coat them in a squirt of lube. “I’m going to work you open, okay? Tell me if you want to stop.” This is all about consent and fun, wanting him to love everything you do, or it doesn’t happen. You circle his sphincter again before you start to slowly push two fingers into him, leaning down and taking his cock back into your mouth.

He groans, loving the way your fingers are stretching him out. He has always wanted this but just couldn’t find anyone to do it for him. He hisses when you suck on his cock, making him whine your name and the cuffs pull on the bed frame. “Oh it’s good.” He pants, whining when you scissor your fingers to work him open.

He’s leaking into your mouth, making it water as your tongue twirls around the head and he groans your name again. You work him open slowly, not wanting to hurt him when you eventually use the toys on him. “You taste divine, baby.” You purr, pulling off his cock and crooking your fingers up inside him.

“What - what are you going to use?” He asks, curious and turned on. He wants to know what you’re gonna do to him. He’s at your mercy and he fucking loves it.

You hum, smiling up at the already wrecked look on his face. “Beads.” You decide. “Want the plug inside you when I sit on your cock and use it to make me cum.”

The choked noise he lets out is almost inhuman. He is so turned on, even hearing you say it has his cock leaking. When you grab the beads with your free hand, his muscles clamp down on your digits, his entire body practically vibrating with excitement.

Chucking at his eagerness, you withdraw your fingers and coat the beads very liberally in the lube. His hole is pulsing, anticipating the penetration and you sit and admire it for just a second before you press the smallest bead against the gasping flesh and watch his body basically try to pull it inside. “Shameless boy, I love it.” You coo as you stroke his thigh with your free hand and start to push the beads inside him. 

He inhales deeply, gulping for air as you push the beads one by one inside of his ass. He has never felt like this and fuck, it just feels so good. He groans your name as you caress his thigh, his cock leaking onto his stomach.

You love how he looks, overwhelmed and blissed out at the same time. Pleasure looks fantastic on Marcus Pike and you are happy you are the one giving it to him. “It’s going to feel weird.” You caution, knowing how startling it can be when someone starts to pull the bead out. “Just let me know if I need to pause.” You order as you tug on the beads, reaching  up and squeezing the base of his cock while you do. 

He frowns slightly at the pressure, the way his body stretches around the bead, and he groans when you pump his cock, making him hiss in response. “Yes. Oh. Oh, I like that.” He pants, hips bucking up slightly since he’s restrained.

He’s so fucking good for you. You swear he would let you do anything to him and that is such a thrilling idea. Your cunt is dripping, soaking the tiny liner of your little outfit and you can’t help but grind down on his thigh while you work the beads back into him. “You are doing so good, baby.” You pant. “Such a good boy. You tell me when you are getting close to cumming okay?” 

He whines out a "yes ma'am" and your praise has him on the fucking edge. He can feel your arousal slicking up his thigh as you rock your hips and the beads are pushed back into his ass while you pump his cock. He couldn't hold off if he wanted to. "I'm gonna cum." He pants just before he explodes, hot seed spurting out onto his lower stomach and chest, nearly hitting him in the face with how fucking hard he cums.

You hum, surprised that he’s cum so quickly but then again you aren’t, not with how new all of this is for him. “Naughty boy.” You stroke him through it, keeping the pressure up on his cock until you work every drop from his length until he is panting and whining in overstimulation. You let go of him and bring your hand up to your lips, licking off his cum from your skin while pants below you. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” You tease, winking at him as you lick up his spend. 

He shakes his head, eyes closed as his entire body vibrates from his orgasm. "Fuck. I'm - I'm so sorry. I couldn't - it felt too good." He pants, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I - I am sorry ma'am." He barely manages to open his eyes to look at you.

“It's okay, baby.” You aren’t the hard dom type of girl. There wasn’t going to be any punishment for him cumming from you. You loved that you made him feel good enough that he couldn’t hold back. You ease the beads out from inside him and set them off the side and lean forward and press your lips to his. “Do you want to keep going, or are you done?” You murmur softly. 

He smiles, lazy and lusty as he looks at you. “I want to keep going. You haven’t cum yet. I want to make you cum. You want to sit on my face?” He asks, wanting to hear you cry out his name as you soak his face again.

You grin, leaning and patting his cheek gently. “You are such a pleaser, Marcus.” You hum, intrigued by the idea of riding his face. “If I do that, I’m going to push your plug inside you, it vibrates.” You tell him. “And I’m going to let your right hand go so you can tap my hip if you need me to get off of you.”

He nods, eager to please and to feel something else inside of him. “Please baby. Whatever you want. I’m yours to use.” He tells you, his voice needy as his cum starts to dry on his skin.

The plug is coated in a thin layer of lube and you feel him tilt his hips up as you start to press it into him. Loving the way that he moans when it is fully seated and the base is flush with his cheeks. “Okay baby, tell me how you like this.” You turn it on and smirk when his mouth drops open and his eyes close, spent cock twitching. 

“Holy fucking shit. I - Jesus. It’s - it’s so good.” He groans, his heart pounding at the stretch and he fucking loves it. God, this is incredible. Everything he’s ever wanted. “Please baby. Sit on my face.”

You reach up and peel the velcro around one of his wrist and guide his hand to your waist while you work your way up his chest. “Squeeze my hip twice if you want me to move off your face.” You order him, facing him so you can look down into his eyes while you ride his face. Reaching down and moving the thin panties to the side to reveal your folds. 

He watches your cunt as you lower it towards his face and he nearly sprains his neck trying to lap his tongue through your folds before you settle on top of him. “Oh fuck yes.” He hisses, flattening his tongue through your folds before he begins to suck on your clit. You are surrounding him and he loves it, loves how you control him, control your pleasure.

Gripping your headboard, you don’t let Marcus move his head. Instead you start rolling your hips, rubbing your cunt over his mouth and using his lips and tongue to drag against your clit. Moaning softly you reach down and adjust the edge of your thong further out of the way, letting him reach all of you as you grind against him. 

His fingers dig into your hip as he lets you ride his face, his tongue stiffened for you to get your pleasure from him. His cock is semi hard again, resting against his thigh as he just loves how you taste. His chin coated in your arousal and he hums into your folds.

You take your time, keeping your pace slow and steady as you use him. Not wanting to gallop towards an orgasm when his body is still recovering from his own pleasure. Tonight is about being in control and you set the pace. “Of fuck baby.” You reach down and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You’re doing so good letting me ride that tongue of yours.” 

He grunts into your flesh in response, his blunt nails scratching your skin as he urges you to take what you need from him. He loves how you keep your pace controlled and use him for your pleasure. His cock is hard now, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as you ride his face.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You pant out breathlessly, thighs quivering around his cheeks as you try to keep your pace steady but your body is starting to react to the way that his tongue drags against your nerves. “You’re gonna be a good boy and let me cum all over your face, aren’t you?” 

He manages to shift his head so he can talk to you. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be a good boy. Please, just cum for me. Cum all over my face.” He pleads before he sucks your clit into his mouth, his hand shifting to squeeze your ass cheek and help you rock on his face.

You moan, that little bit pushing you over the edge. Making your thighs tighten and your hips grind down onto him even more while your cunt starts to pulse around nothing. Your juices pouring out of you to soak his chin and mouth. “Oh, oh fuck baby, oh!” You cry out, tossing your head back in pleasure. 

He hums in delight, never getting enough of hearing you cum. Even better to feel it as it drips onto his face, soaking his chin. The way you shake above him has him ready to cum, especially when he thrusts his hips against midair and the plug hits deeper inside of him, making him groan.

Chuckling breathlessly as you swing your leg over his face so you can get off of him, you lean down and press a kiss to his still wet lips. “Now I’m going to suck your cock and you can’t cum baby.” You warn him. “You cum and I won’t ride your cock.” 

He exhales shakily, nodding as you slide down his body. His cock aches but he wants to feel your cunt surrounding his cock more than your mouth so he braces himself. “I- I can do that.” He tells himself more than you. “Good.” You smile and reach up to cuff his hand once more. When you wrap your fingers around his cock, he hisses, a dribble of pre-cum displaying how turned on he is.

“Someone liked having their face used as a seat.”  You coo, lapping at the head of his cock where the pre-cum and cooled cum from his first orgasm is built up. His moan makes you smile and you kiss down the shaft to mouth at one of the soft balls beneath his cock and your chin pushes against the toy that is still vibrating at the lowest setting inside him. 

“Oh fuck.” He chokes, cock twitching in your grip. He’s never been so turned on, absolutely enthralled with everything you do. This is what he has longed for. A woman to just take control and make him feel good. He’s always been a giver, never complained about that, but it’s nice to get something in return, to feel wanted and desired too. “So good baby. You’re too good to me.”

You twist your wrist, slowly stroking him while you roll the tender flesh around in your mouth and suck on it, making him moan again. Popping it out of your mouth so you drag your tongue over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as you had the first, wanting to show him how he should be treated. He said that no one had gone down on him in a while and you wanted it to be good. Humming, your grin when he flexes his hips up, pushing his cock into your grip. 

“Jesus baby. It’s so good. You’re so good. I love it. It’s - shit. Not so fast. Gonna make me cum.” He groans, feeling like he’s about to combust and he is desperate to feel your walls around him. “Please. I need - I want you to sink down onto my cock. Want to feel you around me.” He begs, his voice needy as he whines.

“Good boy.” You stop moving your hand and pull off of his balls with a soft pop. Peppering kisses up his hips, you can’t help but take him back into your mouth once more to make him gasp out your name before you take mercy on him and straddle his hips. “Okay, I’m going to keep the toy inside you and ride you.” You reach between you and grip his cock to hold it up so you can position yourself and start to sink down on him, panties pulled to the side again. Groaning his name while you take him inside you. “Fuck, Marcuuuuus.” 

He closes his eyes, knowing that if he looks at you, he will cum. You’re so damn tight around him and to see you above him, wearing that outfit, and the plug inside of him, has him on the fucking edge. “Oh God.” He whimpers, his fingers curling into fists, and he finally opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck baby. Look at you. So damn beautiful.” He groans, watching you as you begin to ride him.

His cock was made for riding. That you are completely sure about. He fills you perfectly and his hips try to follow you as you lift and lower yourself onto his length. He can’t move too much, still strapped to the bed, but you can tell that he is loving every single second of it. “So good baby. Fuck you feel so big inside me.” You pant. “Like you're in my guts.” 

He preens at the praise, happy that you love how he feels inside of you. “It’s cos you’re so damn tight.” He hisses when your walls flutter around him. The plug in his ass combined with your wet cunt has him on cloud nine. “Fuck baby. Rub your clit for me.” He orders, wanting to see it.

You should tell him no, but you don’t want to. Reaching down, your fingers spread your lips wide so that he has a good look and you rub your finger around in a slow circle as you grind down on his cock. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, mouth dropping open and you force yourself to keep moving. “I- God, I’m going to cum all over your cock, baby.” 

“Do it. Please. Fucking do it. Please.” He begs, needing to watch you cum before he cums inside of you. “Please baby.” He whines. Your mouth falls open as you rock on his cock, rubbing your clit, and he watches you, enthralled as you cum. Crying out his name, you shake above him and he bites his lip. “Tell me I can cum.” He pleads.

Your nails scratch lightly down his chest and you nod quickly. “Cum.” You order him. “Fill me up baby. I need you to fill me up.” Your walls clench down around him. You keep your eyes trained on him and watch as his mouth drops open. 

The combination of your words, soaking cunt, the plug in his ass, and the sight of your beautiful body above him all send him over the edge. With a loud enough groan that his neighbors can hear, he thrusts up into you, unable to stop himself as he paints your walls with his cum. His body shakes beneath you with pleasure as he cries out your name.

You whine, loving the way the heat of his cum floods your womb and you close your eyes. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his again and again. “That was- oh God that was so good.” You murmur. “Did you like it? You did so well.”

Marcus can barely speak, the haze of his orgasm rendering him speechless as his body just melts into the mattress beneath you. “Baby. I - fuck. Did I like it? That was - that was the best sex of my life.” He smiles, feeling giddy as he opens his eyes to look at you, almost certain he could fall in love with you but he reminds himself that this is just fun. Just casual.

You grin, happy that he had fun. Kissing him one more time. You reach up and start unstrapping him from the bed. Both of you groan when you pull off his cock and you quickly move to turn off the toy so he doesn’t get overstimulated. “Let me get your feet undone and we’ll take out the plug.” You promise. “Then we can shower and order some food.”

He nods, boneless and unable to do anything. He watches you as you uncuff him and his heart lurches when you rub his wrists. His spent cock twitches when you pull the plug from his ass. He feels empty but he’s ready to rest and relax. He sighs, closing his eyes again when you shift off of the bed to get a wet rag for him. “Seriously, so amazing.” He smiles, unable to believe how good it was.

“Good.” You carefully wipe the cum from his body, but both of you are going to need a shower. “I would be mad at myself if I couldn’t give you a good time.” You murmur. “Especially since you fucked me so good last time.” You wink at him and kiss him once more now you are done cleaning him up.

He grins, happy you are enjoying this too. “Baby. I want you to pick what you want next time. I want to thank you for this.” He sits up with a groan, shifting to lean against your headboard. “And I’m buying the food. What do you want? Pizza? Indian? Tacos?” He asks, knowing his phone is in the other room.

You snort and roll your eyes at him. You swear he would pay for every meal you had with him if you let him. “You bought the Chinese. And I picked that out.” You point out, leaning over and running your finger down his jaw. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

He kisses your fingertip, knowing you are going to do what you want. Something he admires about you. “Okay baby.” He relents, knowing he will get you lunch tomorrow or coffee. “Pizza?” He asks, knowing he wants to eat and pizza is easy and simple.

“That sounds good.” You know what he likes on his pizza and you grin at him. “I’ll go order the pizza, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll slip in there with you when I get done?” You offer, sending him a small wink.

Marcus nods, stumbling slightly as he shuffles off of the bed so he can enter your bathroom. He manages to turn on the shower, deciding to pee quickly before stepping under the warm stream, groaning at how good it feels against his muscles.

You pick up your phone and order the pizza, knowing that it will be at least an hour before they deliver, so you have plenty of time to shower before they come. You make your way into the bathroom and start stripping out of your outfit while Marcus is still groaning under the spray of the water. “Sore?” You ask.

He nods, “yes but in a good way. It’s been a long day and tonight was the perfect ending. I can’t thank you enough.” He reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hand before he begins to gently wash you.

You don’t understand why this man is single. Even though tonight was supposed to be about him, he is still trying to take care of you every chance he gets. It is making your traitorous heart flip and flop. You remind yourself that a relationship isn’t what he wants. He just wants to have some sex, have some fun and blow off some steam before this little thing between you ends with this hopeless romantic eventually finds someone else. “No need to thank me.” You murmur softly. “I had a lot of fun too.” 

Marcus washes you off before he washes himself off. He wants to kiss you, pull you close and tell you how amazing he thinks you are, but he knows that’s just the sex haze and he can’t get things mixed up between you. “Next time, you get to pick what you want us to do.” He tells you, wanting you to feel like this isn’t all about him.

“I’ve been thinking about that.” You turn off the shower and open the door so you can hand Marcus a towel. “You are already here tonight….so…if you’re up for it.-“ you bite your lip, feeling vulnerable. “If you wanted sex later on, I wouldn’t mind you touching me while I was asleep.”

He bites his lip, “I, uh, I’ll think about it. I just - I’m kinda boneless tonight.” He tells you. Your lower lip pokes out in disappointment and he feels guilty but you nod, offering him a small smile of understanding. Marcus dries off, eager to eat and get some sleep, his stomach twisting with something unknown. After drying off, the doorbell rings and before he can protest, you’re paying for the pizza.

The two of you eat, talking about the case that had come in but wasn’t a priority since it was mostly an Interpol investigation. Both of you are tired by the time that you are full and you pick up the plates to take them into the kitchen. “Maybe we should call it a night.” You offer, knowing he’s tired and you want to sleep too. “What do you think?”

Marcus nods, “yes. I’m tired.” He yawns despite his stomach churning with anticipation. Once you’re both settled in bed, he closes his eyes, feigning sleep and listening until he hears your heavy breathing as you curl into a ball, fast asleep. He shuffles closer, pushing down his boxers, his cock already hard with anticipation of fulfilling your fantasy.

You shift in your sleep, grunting slightly as you are pulled away from your position. You huff and turn your head, your eyes still closed and your breathing evens out.

Marcus is grateful you are wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else as he slides his hand under the material, squeezing your tit. He loves the sleepy whimper that escapes your lips as he shifts to curl around you, grinding against your ass after pulling your shirt up to your chest.

You sigh, feeling someone curling around you, but you feel like it’s a part of your dream. Moaning softly when your breast is squeezed and there’s a hardness against your ass. Even though you know you sleep alone.

He reaches out to grip his cock, pressing it up against your folds. He groans at how wet you are, no doubt you’re dreaming about something. He loves it. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock, wanting you to be wet enough to take him.

You moan, squirming in your sleep and still not waking up. Someone is rubbing your clit in your dream and you are just laying there, letting them pleasure you. Arching your back and pushing your cunt closer into their touch.

Marcus can feel how wet you are and he can’t believe he’s about to do this. He slides his cock lower, slowly pushing into you with a hiss at how tight you are. He loves it. Christ, he loves how you feel around him and once he’s pushed inside of you, he is pulling back to begin fucking you, his hand squeezing your tit.

It takes a couple of thrusts before you break out of sleep. Consciousness intrudes into your dreams and you realize that Marcus is buried deep inside your cunt and grinding into you. Your cunt clamps down around him and all you can do is gasp out a moan. “Oh fuck! Marcus…” It’s dark and you are reaching back to clutch at him, unable to believe that he is giving you what you wanted,

“You feel so good baby. You awake?” He coos, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you, slowly rocking his hips as he lazily fucks you. You moan and he chuckles, “didn’t want - didn’t want you to know I was gonna do it. Wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, rocking into you so his hips press against your ass.

You whimper, clenching down around him again. “Love it.” You pant, grabbing onto his hip and pull him into you on the next thrust. “Fuck- I love it. Do it whenever you want.” You can’t believe that he is so giving making this fantasy come true for you. It’s so much better than you ever imagined.

“Whenever I want? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want baby? Just slide into it whenever you are asleep and I’m feeling horny? God, gonna fill this little cunt up with my cum until it takes. Fuck you until you’re full of my baby. Gonna make it happen every goddamn night.” He plays into another one of your fantasies, “won’t ask for permission, will just fuck you full of my seed whenever I want.”

You whine his name again, wall clenching down around him. “Do it, oh please fuck- do it.” You beg. It’s so fucking hot to hear him talk like that, it takes a minute to remember that he doesn’t mean it. “I want that. Just use me and fuck me until you knock me up.”

“Yes baby. Fuck, yes. Going to.” He allows himself to believe the fantasy, imagining you knocked up, walking around the office and everyone knowing it was him. “God, need you to cum first.” He reaches down to rub your clit, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you, completely pressed against you.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk” You cry out here he starts rubbing your clit. It feels amazing and you love every single thing about what he is doing. “Marc- I- Im gonna-“ you cut yourself off and give out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure as you soak his cock.

“That’s it baby. Shit. Feels - feels so fucking good. So tight.” He groans as you clamp down on his cock. He works you through it, grinding up into you until he is burying his cock deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder again as he paints your walls with his cum.

You shudder at the feeling of his teeth and his cum. Gasping and moaning softly while he rocks into you and rides out his high. “Oh God.” You give a little giggle after you catch your breath. “Now that’s how I should always be woken up.” You murmur, twisting your head to kiss his lips softly. “Thank you.”

He kisses you again, “you’re welcome. I just - I hope you’re not mad at me for earlier when I dismissed it. I just didn’t want you to know beforehand.” He blushes even though you can’t see him.

“You are so sweet.” You hum softly. When Marcus doesn’t pull out of you, you just snuggle back into his arms. “I wasn’t mad. If you weren’t up for it tonight that would have been okay too.” You murmur in the dark. “But I love that you surprised me. It was- it was everything I’ve wanted for so long.”

He smiles, kissing your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. “I’m glad. Thank you for experiencing all this with me. I love that it’s you. You’re my best friend.” He murmurs, brave under the cover of darkness. He hates his traitorous heart that thumps when you snuggle back into his chest, in no rush for him to pull out of you.

“You’re my best friend too.” You know that if you talk any more, you will say something stupid and ruin this. Instead, you clench around his softening cock and feign a yawn. “Do you want to sleep inside me?” You ask, sounding sleepy on purpose. “Cock warming?”

He hums, already half asleep from the orgasm. “Yes. I’d love that.” He murmurs sleepily, kissing your neck again before he passes out, snoring softly against your ear as his cock softens but remains inside of you.

****

You’re breaking your own rule but you can’t seem to find it in you to care. It’s been a month of sex with Marcus and you swear it’s been the best month of your life. Prompting you to risk this. You had been careful, making sure everyone knew you were headed out to lunch and then looped around to sneak into Marcus’s office. Surprising him with sex in the office was the perfect way to fulfill that little public sex itch he has. Plus you love the idea of him covering your mouth so you don’t moan.

Marcus looks up as you enter his office, a smile on his face while he sets his pen down. “Hey sweetheart. What’s up?” He asks, wondering why you shut the door and close the blind. “Everything okay?” He frowns, concerned that something is wrong.

“Everything’s good.” You promise, giving him a small smirk. “I just came in here to tell you that I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt.” You start pulling up your skirt until he just sees the barest glimpse of your cunt. “I was wondering if you’d fuck me over your desk.”

His eyes widen, flustered by the sudden invitation, especially since you’re at work, but he won’t deny that his cock instantly hardens. “Fuck. Pull your skirt up and sit on my desk.” He orders, reaching down to squeeze himself through his slacks. He loves this naughty side of you, the side only he gets to see during your rendezvous.

You smirk and rush forward, already dripping from just the idea of him fucking you in his office. Your skirt slides up your hips and he pushes back to give you room to get between him and the desk as he stands up. “Cover my mouth too.” You order softly. “I don’t want to moan too loudly.”

He nods, unable to resist you when you sit down on the desk and spread your legs to expose your already dripping folds. He shifts to sit down in his chair again, surging forward to bury his face in your cunt. He can’t seem to get enough of you, groaning into your flesh.

“Marcus!” You bite your lip to keep from whimpering too loudly. You hadn’t expected him to use his mouth on you. Grinding your hips down onto his face and reaching down and tangling your fingers into his hair. “So good.” You whimper.

He flicks his tongue over your clit, loving the way you bite your lip to keep quiet. It’s fucking intoxicating and he loves it. “Good girl. Keep quiet.” He orders, enjoying continuing to explore his more dominant side as well as the sub inside of him. You both switch, leaving you both breathless to what is gonna happen next. He sucks on your fold, looking up at you before he stands up, fumbling with his belt to undo his pants.

You whimper, working with him to pull his cock out so he can line up with you. “God baby, hurry.” You beg, wanting to feel him stretch you out. He slides his cock through your folds and you slap a hand over your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out.

Marcus grins at your reaction until he notches his cock at your entrance and pushes in, a soft groan escaping his lips as his mouth falls open. You always feel so good. So damn good. He hisses, closing his eyes when your walls grip him and he replaces your hand with his, “shhh. Don’t want anyone to know.” He whispers.

You nod, your eyes wide on his as he fills you. It’s always amazing and your legs wrap around him and you lock them behind his ass. It’s wicked and fun, fucking your boss on his desk while the entire team is outside the door.

He sets a quick pace knowing you won't have a lot of time before people start knocking on his door to ask him questions and ask for paperwork. "Fuck." He hisses, "you feel so damn good baby." He murmurs, keeping his palm over your mouth but he can feel the vibrations from your moans.

You can tell he loves this. The quiet pants and the way his eyes darken tells you that he fucking loves fucking you right here where you could get caught. It’s thrilling, working you both up as his cock drills into you.

He grips your jaw, looking you in the eyes. “Stay quiet otherwise I stop.” He warns, growling when you clamp down on his cock, clearly enjoying the way his fingers dig into your jaw. “Come on baby, want you to cum for me. Keep quiet. Don’t want anyone walking in here and seeing what a slut you are for me.”

You hiss out a breath, your cunt getting even tighter around him. You’ve discovered that Marcus likes a little bit of degradation, both giving and receiving. While you probably would have slapped any other man, Marcus respects you so much that it’s fucking hot when you hear him call you a slut.

“That’s it sweetheart. Cum for me. Shit. I’m gonna fill you up.” He promises, his cock twitching and he reaches between you so he can rub your clit, wanting you to soak his cock before he cums. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He grunts softly, desperately trying to keep quiet.

With a small gasp, you follow his order. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes as the pleasure crashes over you and threatens to overwhelm you. Your body goes taunt and your walls grip him like a vice as you shake.

He bites his lip to smother his groan of pleasure before he surges forward to press his lips to yours, thrusting into you frantically enough that his desk is squeaking and he is so close. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge, crying into your mouth as he paints your walls with his hot cum, his fingers now gently wrapped around your neck.

There is nothing sexier than when Marcus cums. Absorbing his sounds and watching him ride out his high is probably the best thing you’ve done all day. Kissing him softly as he finally gives a small groan at the last pump of cum into you and stops moving. “Fun?” You whisper with a grin.

He chuckles, kissing your nose. “Always. It always is with you.” He thinks back for a moment to the times you’ve blown his mind over the past month. The fantasies you’ve indulged and the ones he’s helped you fulfill. It’s been the best month of his life. “What fantasy is next on the list?” He asks once he’s pulled out of you. He can’t spend too long inside of your body, he finds he ends up feeling things he shouldn’t when he looks at you in the aftermath of his orgasm. Words he wants to say but absolutely can’t.

“Well…” You stand up straight and start pulling your skirt down, feeling his cum start to spill out of you. It’s a feeling you love and you will have to go put your panties back on. “I think the only one we really haven’t done is pegging.” You tell him, having wanted him to get more comfortable with toys and anal play first.

He inhales sharply, knowing that it was on the list but he never wanted to push you if it was something you didn’t want to do. “Are you- are you sure?” He whispers, his cock softening so he quickly tucks himself away, buckling his belt as he waits for your answer.

“If you are.” You straighten your blouse and after that, you don’t look like you were in here getting fucked by your boss. “I thought that we could look online at some harnesses and toys and figure out what you wanted.”

He bites his lip, blushing furiously despite the lust resurfacing inside of him. “I'd love that.” He nods, reaching out to grab your waist as he leans in to kiss you again. “You’re a dream come true. I, uh, I can bring dinner if you wanna get some new toys and the, uh, harness.”

You are a little surprised that he wants to do this tonight but you can’t help but smile. “Of course.” You purr. “Seven sound okay?” Honestly, you miss him on the days he doesn’t come over or you don’t go over to his house. It’s starting to become a problem.

He nods, “I’ll bring some wine too.” He promises, pecking your lips against them he pulls back. “Better go back out there before anyone sees you. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” He teases, excited for tonight.

You wink and sneak out the door, making it back to your desk without anyone noticing that you had come from Marcus’s office. When you went home, you stopped by the toy store and may have gone a little overboard in picking out toys. Wanting him to have options for this experience.

****

Marcus knocks on your door, bag of takeout in his free hand and a bottle of wine tucked into his armpit. He’s nervous but so excited. Half hard just thinking about what could happen tonight. His ultimate fantasy with the girl of his dreams. Yeah, he’s accepted that he is in love with you. Has been for longer than he knew, and he has decided to not push anything. He is in love with you and if you love him too, or even like him, things will work out. If not, he will force himself to get over it. He can’t just jump in and push the girl to feel as much as he does. It hasn’t worked and he vowed to be different after Teresa.

You open your door with a grin, reaching for him to help with some of the stuff. He doesn’t have a bag with him. The two of you had just decided that you would keep items at each other’s house. Sets of boxers and t-shirts and a casual outfit that stayed and got washed alongside your clothes. It makes you fully domestic to see his clothes beside yours. “I should just give you a key.” You tell him, pulling the bottle of wine away from him since he would argue over the larger bag of takeout. “Let you come and go as you please.”

It is dangerously close to being a relationship. Both of you are so comfortable around each other. You laugh and bitch about work and family. It’s easy, way too easy, and Marcus has to remind himself to relax every time he thinks about you. This is casual, it’s supposed to be fun. Nothing serious. Yet, you mentioning he can have a key has his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah? You, uh, you want me to - come in in the middle of the night and just fuck you?” He teases, knowing how much you love that.

“Yes.” Your eyes blow wide at the thought even though that hadn’t been what you were thinking of. “That’s- I hadn’t thought about that, but yes.” You wave him inside your place and close the door behind him. “Do you want to eat first?” You ask. “Open this up and relax a bit?”

Marcus nods, suddenly nervous and excited, but he is hungry. "Let's eat first and then we can figure it out." He tells you, kissing your forehead once you're in the kitchen. He knows where you keep your plates, he knows where you keep your glasses and cutlery, he knows your home and it's strangely intimate.

“You know where everything is.” You hum, impressed with how easily he moves in your home. How well he seems to just fit in your space. 

He nods, “kinda like having a husband without the commitment.” He jokes, despite his stomach twisting and his heart thumping. You’re too beautiful for your own good: inside and out. It’s getting harder for him to keep denying how he feels.

You chuckle although the words make your heart clench. He doesn’t want anything more from you than just friends with benefits, that’s clear. “I guess so.” You reach for your wine glass. “Just like the sex without commitment. Pure fun.”

He chews on his food to avoid answering, not wanting to blurt out how he feels. He swallows harshly and stares blankly at the TV, Golden Girls playing mindlessly as you both eat. "Yeah." He finally says, "no commitment. Best of both worlds, right?"

Finishing up dinner is quiet, both of you in your own little worlds after the awkward conversation. When you finish, Marcus takes your plate to put it in the kitchen while you go to grab the bags of things you had bought to show him. “Okay, so anything you don’t like, we don’t have to use. I probably went overboard.” You admit with a grin.

Marcus's eyes widen as he looks at the array of toys. "Wow. I - wow. This is - wow baby." He immediately gravitates to a dildo, thinner in girth but long. His cock twitches as he feels the rubber, excited and nervous to try this. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" He double checks, knowing this is a lot to ask.

You nod, holding up the harness. “I- the set up I got will allow me to have a toy too.” You admit with a small smirk. “So we can both have stimulation.” It’s sweet that he keeps making sure you are okay with this, but it’s not necessary. You wonder if he was expecting you to think less of him because of it, because you don’t.

He groans at the thought of you fucking him while getting off yourself. It's perfect. "Good. I want you to cum too. I want you to enjoy this. God baby, I - shit. I am so turned on." He confesses, now fully hard and he grabs your free hand to bring it to his crotch.

You moan when you feel his cock is already hard and you give him a good squeeze. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom and get ready?” You ask him huskily. “I’ll put on the harness in here so you can see it all ready for you.”

Marcus nods, mouth suddenly dry, and he steps back before rushing to your bedroom. He strips off, laying down on the bed with his cock leaking pre-cum in anticipation of your entrance. Jesus, this is beyond his wildest dreams and you haven’t even started.

You strip down and figure out how to get the harness on and adjusted comfortably. Washing the toy he had picked out and your own before getting those clicked into place and moaning quietly when the toy slides inside you. It’s slightly unusual, walking with the dildo bouncing and you grin as you walk into the bedroom, naked except for the harness and you.

Marcus’s eyes widen as he watches you stride into the bedroom. A choked noise escaping his lips as he sees you enter with the dildo bouncing. His ultimate fantasy come true and he swears he could cum then and there. “Oh fuck baby. I- Jesus Christ. You - come here. Please. I need to kiss you.” He begs, shifting to sit up.

You giggle and make your way over to him. “I don’t know how you walk when you are hard.” You joke, letting him pull you into his arms and the toy is pressed between you next to his hard cock when his mouth fuses with yours. Making both of you moan in anticipation of what was to come.

Marcus’s hands caress your body, his tongue sliding against yours as he throbs against your stomach. “Baby. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. I- I love it.” He nearly admits he loves you but he bites that back. You need to prep him and he is nearly ready to cum just at the idea.

You press your lips to his again. “You know I will do almost anything for you.” You don’t tell him why that is, but you pull back slightly. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to be on your back or on your hands and knees?”

"I want to be on my back. I want to watch you, be able to kiss you." He says, knowing that you will be hovering over him and he wants to watch you as you fuck him, wants to touch you and look into your eyes.

You had honestly thought that might be how he wanted to be. Kissing during all of your rendezvous was paramount for him. “Okay, pretty boy.” You’ve learned Marcus loves praise and he’s not gotten enough of it. “Lay back and I’m going to get you ready. I want to finger you and suck your cock a little.”

Marcus groans and eagerly lays down, waiting for you to touch him. When you shift to kneel between his legs, the dildo pushing up against his thigh, he knows he is in heaven. Spreading his legs, he grants you access while you lube up your fingers. When you circle his puckered hole, his eyes roll into the back of his head.

This isn’t unusual, fingering him. Marcus loves it and you encourage him to enjoy anything that brings him pleasure shamelessly. Slowly starting to stretch him open so you don’t hurt him, you scissor your fingers slightly as you lean down and take his hard cock into your mouth.

“Oh fuck.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth when you take him deeper, pressing your tongue against the frenulum as you hum around him. “Shit. Oh God. Baby, you are always so good. Always so fucking good to me.” He rambles, lost in the pleasure even though you’ve only just begun.

You keep it light, your tongue and palette soft against his cock and your sucks gentle. Making sure that you are working your fingers in and out of him at a steady pace to get him ready for what is to come. His eyes are watching you, making you smile around his cock and hum again as you push a third finger inside him.

He watches you, hissing in delight at the stretch and he doesn’t want to cum down your throat so he gently grips your chin, pulling you off of him. “Baby. I want - I want you to fuck me.” He pleads, wanting to feel something new and this is something he has wanted for a long time. “Please baby.” He begs, a whine escaping his lips.

You smile up at him and nod, making sure that there is no hesitation. He looks eager and excited. Withdrawing your fingers, you reach for the lube so you can coat his puckered hole and the dildo in a liberal amount. “I- let me know how it feels, okay?” You ask as you shuffle forward and he lifts his legs up onto your hips while you grip the dildo and guide it towards his grasping hole.

He watches you as you push the toy against the ring of muscles, pushing in an inch and the sensation is so different from your fingers. He gasps, mouth open as you frown. “No. No. It feels good.” He promises breathlessly. A groan escaping his lip when you continue, pushing in deeper.

You rock your hips slowly, working the toy into him as gently as you can. You don’t want to accidentally hurt him so you keep a watchful eye out for changing facial expressions or gasps as you stroke his thighs. Working it deeper under the harness hits his ass and the toy is buried deep inside Marcus.

He can’t breathe, it feels so fucking good. He’s speechless, looking up at you, with the toy buried deep in his ass and his cock leaking onto his stomach. He knows he looks shameless but this is his biggest fantasy come true. “So- so good.” He chokes once he finds his voice.

“You look so good like this.” You coo, reaching out, stroking his cock with one finger and making it jerk up. “Spread out so shamelessly and ready to be fucked.” Leaning down to kiss him is harder than you imagined but you make it happen. “Is my pretty boy ready to fucked by me?”

The praise makes his cock twitch again. “Yes ma’am. Please. I need - I need you to fuck me.” He whines, “please fuck me. I’ll be a good boy.” His promise makes you smile and he strains his neck so he can kiss you again.

Your lips press against his once more before you pull back, drawing your hips back slowly and listening to him whine. When the toy was only halfway inside him, you snap your hips forward to thrust back into him again, making the toy inside you move and you moan.

“Oh my fucking God.” He chokes at the sensation, hitting his prostate perfectly to make him cry out your name. “So good. It’s so good.” He feels like he could sob but he controls himself, his thighs shaking on your hips, “is the - the toy inside of you good?” He asks, always concerned about your pleasure.

“So -so good.” You promise, eager to make him feel like that again. “It’s gonna make me cum as I fuck you.” You promise, your next thrust a little bolder and you slowly start working yourself up to a decent rhythm. You can tell you’ve never pegged anyone before, but from the moans from Marcus, you think you are doing alright.

“It’s so good. So fucking good baby. Christ, gonna make me cum. Never - never felt like this before.” He admits, bucking his hips, and he groans, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock.

“That’s it baby.” Your cunt clenches around the toy and you rock your hips a little harder, enjoying the way that your thighs slap against the back of his ass. “Want you to cum. Want this to feel so good you have to cum for me.” You are panting, not expecting to be as much of a workout as it is, but he is gorgeous underneath you and you want him to keep whining and moaning.

Marcus’s chest heaves as his heart pounds, the pleasure is too much and when you reach out to take over pumping his cock, he’s gone. The way you expertly twist your wrist has him crying out. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.” He chokes, eyes closing before his cock throbs in your grip. Painting his chest with his hot seed as he cums hard.

You moan as he cums, falling apart so beautifully as ropes of cum spurts out to cover his chest while you work him through his orgasm, still rocking your hips and fucking the toy into him. Wanting him to get as much pleasure as possible. “Want to see if you can cum again?” You ask, smirking at the way his eyes shoot open.

He groans, “I don’t - I don’t know if I can. I’ve never - I’ve never tried. Baby, oh God.” He hisses, feeling himself being pushed to the edge and it’s almost painful but he fucking loves it.

You smirk and keep rolling your hips, the cum on your hand adding extra lubrication as you keep stroking him, feeling the throbbing and the way that he softens slightly but then he groans and jerks his hips up with another rush of blood to his cock. “Remember to use your safe word baby.” You remind him. You want to push him, but you don’t want to push him too far.

He doesn’t want to use his safe word. This is more than he could ever imagine and he doesn’t want to stop. “Please. Keep going.” He begs, a raspy growl escaping his chest as he rocks up into your grip, his cock hardening once more as he passes the overstimulation into pleasure.

You groan at how good he is for you. Smirking down at him while you continue to fuck into him. “Good boy.” You purr, moaning when the toy moves up against your g-spot. “I want to see you like this again. You love it and I love that you love it.”

He hisses when your fingers grip his cock a little harder. “I- I want to be good for you. I love - I love it.” He wants to say he loves you but he can’t. He chokes when you hit deep again and he moans your name, his cock pulsing again. “I’m gonna - oh baby I’m gonna cum.” He pants, so close to the edge.

Rocking on the toy has you biting your lip, close to the brink of cumming after so long. “Do it.” You pant out, rocking your hips faster as you chase your own pleasure. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering and cumming around the toy.

Watching you as you cum, your grip slacking around his cock actually sends him over the edge. “Oh fuck. Baby. Baby.” He cries, cum painting his chest as he reaches out to squeeze your hand around his cock with his own, working himself through his orgasm.

You whine, watching him fall apart as you continue to ride your own orgasm out until you finally stop rocking your hips and give a breathless giggle. Not caring that his chest is covered in cum, you lean down and kiss him, needing to feel connected to him at this moment.

He pulls his hand away from his cock, reaching up to cup the back of your head to keep your lips pressed against his. He is lost, his heart thumping in his chest and he is desperate to tell you how he feels. “God, it’s so good. You’re so good. You’re amazing. Fucking amazing.”

You smile against his lips, kissing him back earnestly and reaching up to stroke the hair that needed a trim back. “You’re amazing too.” You promise. “How do you feel?” You know that he’s saying that because of what you had just done to him, for him. It was a big fantasy and you wonder, with no small fear, if he will call things off now that he’s gone through his wish list - ready to get back into the world of dating. Your heart clenches because you know that would be the end of your friendship. You can’t go back to what you were with Marcus, you know that now.

“I feel relaxed and I just - thank you so much for doing this for me. No one else would even consider it and I - I want to say you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.” He strokes your cheek, his dark eyes focused on you as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.

You scoff and shake your head. “And they were all idiots.” You promise him. Unable to resist leaning into his touch and stealing another kiss. “Now, let me help you get cleaned up.”

Marcus groans softly when you pull out of him, his puckered hole fluttering at the emptiness, and he watches as you shuffle off of the bed and walk into your bathroom. He can’t move, he feels boneless and he can’t even get up to get you some water.

You quickly slip off the harness and toss the toys in the sink to wash and wet a rag so that you can clean Marcus up. Smiling when you see him still sprawled on the bed, you stride over to kiss him again before you start cleaning the cum off his chest. “As soon as I get you cleaned up, I’ll get you some water, babe.” You tell him, wiping away the streaks of pearlescent liquid from his skin.

Marcus looks up at you, watching as you clean him off and he can’t hold back. He blurts out, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He rushes out before he even has a chance to think about it.

Your mouth drops open and you freeze for a moment, his declaration bouncing around in your head. You want to deny it, to tell him it’s just the post coitus high, but you know it’s not. Not with the way that he’s looking at you. You bite your lip and set the rag on your nightstand. “I love you too.” You whisper, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I love you too.”

Marcus’s eyes widen as he processes your response and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, smiling in joy. You love him too. “I think I loved you before we started all of this but now, I know I love you. You’re all I think about. When we aren’t together, I want to see you. I just - I’m cursed with relationships and that’s why I didn’t want to push for anything else but baby, I love you. I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You’re everything I have ever wanted and more.” He wraps his arm around you, keeping you close.

“Thank God.” You give a small giggle of relief. “I was dreading the idea of you meeting someone and this ending.” You confess, tilting your head up from your position on the bed and kissing his jaw. “I knew I couldn’t go back to just being your friend, and whoever you were with would never allow you to stay friends with someone you slept with.”

He nods, “I know. I couldn’t even think about you being with someone else. I couldn’t even imagine this ending. Baby, I want you. All of you. As my lover, as my girlfriend and one day…my wife.” He knows that he could possibly scare you off but he has never been one to beat around the bush. He always puts his heart on the line and he prays you keep it safe and secure.

Your grin is wide and happy. Cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “You’re just saying that because I pegged you.” You tease playfully. “But I’m not going to let you take it back.” You kiss him again. “After all, I wanted to give you a key to my apartment. It wasn’t just so you could come in and fuck me.”

“I want to take you on a proper date and then we are going to disclose our relationship to HR so I can tell the world about the beautiful woman I’m in love with…if you’re okay with that. If not, we can keep it secret for a while longer.” He offers, not wanting you to feel pressured.

Shaking your head, you send him a small pout. “I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” You tell him. “It’s been hard enough not being able to kiss you as much as I’ve wanted.” You do just that right now because you can. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits with you anymore.” You grin. “I want to be your girlfriend and then one day soon, your wife.”

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A night in Chengdu

Xiaoting X Male Reader

(You will know when to play the music)

You let out an annoyed groan as you see the weather forecast. Because of a heavy storm, your plane wasn't able to get far, and now you had to land in China.

Which isn't ideal for several reasons. You won't make it to your company on time, you have to try to solve the problem from somewhere else and you need to find a way to get out of here again.

Because it seems like the heavy storm will keep going during the whole night, you can't get further by plane. You ordered a taxi, so you can drive to the airport in Chengdu. The storm isn't supposed to be there. And from that airport, you can take off.

Once the cab arrives, you get in and give him the address. He looks at you weirdly, since it's a three hour drive. You don't know a lot of Mandarin, and it was hard enough to even order a cab. You are not in the mood for any more conversation.

You work on your laptop during the drive. Maybe it's possible for you to solve parts of the problem on the way. The rain keeps drumming onto the windows and onto the roof. In the far distance, the thunder echoes through the night.

After sending another email, you check your phone, seeing a text from Ahin.

You know immediately that she is drunk.

"I hate you."

Three simple words.

And a picture. You guess it's her apartment. The lights are dimmed. In the back, on the kitchen counter, you see several bottles of alcohol. Soju, wine, beer. But your main focus isn't her apartment. It's Ahin herself.

She has taken a picture of herself in her mirror.

Her gorgeous body is on display for you, as she is only wearing lingerie. It's black. Lacy. Almost see through. You see the hint of her nipples under the thin fabric.

The black straps connect her black thong to the thin, dark material that his covering her legs from her feet to her thighs.

You recognize her shoes. Heels from Ysl. The golden logo is used as heel, while the rest of her shoes are black. You mentioned them to her before, saying that you would like seeing Ahin in them.

You are equally surprised and happy.

Her black silk robe is not covering any of her front. It slipped off her left shoulder, while her right is covered by her blonde hair.

"I could have been yours tonight."

You sigh in frustration and disappointment equally, as you read her last text.

Now you would give everything to be home immediately. But you have to pull yourself together. Your world is only about work. Not about Ahin.

Although you feel like she is getting bigger and bigger in your life.

It's weird. The two of you haven't spent much time together. But you still really enjoy her company. Even when you are not inside of her. You shrugged it off as just being lonely previously. Now you feel like it might be something else.

If you weren't in a cab right now, your pants would already be at your ankles. But now you can just wait it out. Wait it out until you are alone. You hope you will find Ahin like this once you are back home.

The sounds around you get louder once more. It seems to rain even more now. You can see lighting in the far distance.

Checking the weather app on your laptop, you groan in anger.

The wind has shifted. The storm is now heading right for Chengdu.

You hate it. You hate it when you can't control something. In those moments, you sometimes wonder why you work so hard to make so much money. When you get sick, or the weather messes everything up. Other people. It's just annoying.

But what are you supposed to do now?

Try to find another airport?

The wind might shift again. And you don't wanna pay hundreds of dollars for a cab ride.

You quickly message one of your assistants to book you a hotel in Chengdu. Deciding to just wait it out, you go back to focusing on work.

Hours later, you finally arrive. After paying the driver, you enter the hotel and walk up the reception. Once you get your card, you head towards the elevator.

Suddenly, a group of women appear in front of you, and you almost collide with them. Barely able to keep your balance, you look after them. People.

You see them walking to what seems like a party in one of the huge rooms of the hotel.

The picture of Ahin flashes through your mind as you watch the women enter the room. They are all wearing dresses and high heels. Some of them are holding drinks already.

You have two options. Either sit alone in your room. Or try to pick up one of the women from the party.

Deciding on the latter, you get to your room quickly. You roll your suitcase towards one of the corners, barely glancing at the room, before you leave again.

Luckily, you were able to change after your dressing room escapades. You don't have pants on which are marked by Karina's juices anymore.

You fix your hair in the mirror of the elevator as you make your way downwards.

Once you arrive, you read the sign at the door. A birthday party.

Once you step inside, you realize that about 90% of the people present are women. Which will make your night a little easier. You scan the room, trying to figure out whom to approach first.

You almost stumble forward as something hits you in the back. Turning around, you see two women one is holding the other, who seems to be too drunk to stand alone. A diadem is placed on her messy hair. The birthday girl, you guess.

The woman next to her draws your attention to herself, though.

Her short pink dress hugs her body, while her brown hair flows down her back. The silver necklace highlights her collarbone beautifully. White gloves are hiding her slim hands.

An apologetic smile decorates her angel like face.

"I'm sorry, sir."

She bows and hurries to get her friend inside the room.

You follow her with your eyes, unable to get her face out of your mind, as you take in her body from behind.

When she is covered by the crowd, you walk over to the bar. It has been quite a long day, and you are getting tired.

Leaning against the bar, you check the alcohol on the shelve behind it. It seems like most of the women bought their own alcohol since almost none of the bottles are open.

The bartender looks a little bit bored, spending his time watching the gorgeous women dance through the room. The music is pretty loud for your taste, but you decide to stay.

You are about to order when a hand gently touches your arm. Recognizing the white glove, you look at the woman to your right.

"Hello again. I'm sorry about hitting you."

"It's fine."

You give her a reassuring smile.

"Let me buy a drink."

Now it's her turn to smile.

"No one has ever said that to me before."

You make her chuckle.

Turning towards the bartender, you order the best Bourbon you can see behind him. Glancing at the woman next to you, it seems like she doesn't know much about Bourbon. She is holding about thirty dollars worth of money in her hand.

After he put the glass of brown liquid down in front of you, he turns towards the woman.

"That would be 554,15 Yuan, miss Shen."

Her jaw drops, and you see her step from one foot onto the other.

You pretend not to notice as she glances at you, giving her an innocent look.

Surprisingly, she is able to hold in her emotions, although you see a hint of anger flicker in her eyes.

"Let me get my purse real quick."

She disappears in the crowd once more.

You can't suppress a laugh once she is out of sight. Taking out your wallet, you let four hundred dollars fall on the bar.

"For the glass and the rest of the bottle. You can keep the change if you play along."

The man nods, a happy smile on his face.

You guess he doesn't get tipped a hundred bucks often. But you don't have change.

When the pink dress is back, she eyes the bottle of Bourbon on the bar.

"Don't tell me...."

She looks at you. Her eyes wide in disbelief.

"I asked him."

You nod at the barkeeper while keeping eye contact with her.

"The bottle is around 2.7k."

It looks like her eyes almost fall out of her head.

"Two what?"

"Two thousand seven hundred seventy yuan, miss Shen."

The barkeeper answers her question politely, and you wink at him.

"I don't have so much money with me."

You see her panicking while searching her purse.

"It's okay, miss. I will just pay for myself. Thanks for the offer, though."

The disappointment is visible on her cute face. She just wanted to be nice.

"Miss Shen, is it?"

She looks up at you, taking a moment before nodding.

"You are friends with the birthday girl?"

"Yes, but I was actually on my way out. I'm flying home early tomorrow."

"Where are you from?"

"I'm from here. But I live in Korea."

Her disappointment and anger seem to have disappeared.

"How about this?"

She gives you a curious look.

"Since you aren't paying for my drink, let me but one for you."

You see her cheeks redden as she looks away. You are not entirely sure if it's because of embarrassment or shyness. But she looks adorable now.

"That feels kinda wrong. I should at least pay for my own drink."

"Please."

You gesture towards the shelve.

"I insist."

You see her thinking for a moment until she finally gives in.

"Alright, thank you."

She smiles at you warmly before turning towards the bartender.

"How much is the cheapest drink?"

You didn't expect her to be this considerate.

"What do you like to drink most?"

You ask before the man can answer.

"Red wine, but -"

"The best, please."

You don't let her finish, and a couple of moments later, a glass of red wine stands in front of her.

"How much is this?"

She whispers, pointing at the glass.

"207 Yuan, miss Shen."

"We'll take the bottle."

You put two hundred on the table.

"You can't do this."

The young woman holds your hand.

"It's fine."

"I can't let you spend so much money on me."

You shrug it off as the barkeeper places the bottle in front of her.

"Let's go."

You down your glass in one shot. The idea is worse than you expected. You feel like you just drank pure fire. Trying to hide your burning throat, you take the two bottles and turn around.

You don't wait for her as you start to walk towards the door.

A couple of moments later, you hear her heels on the floor, as she is trying to keep up with you.

"Where are we going?"

"You said that you were about to leave anyway."

She nods.

"Well, I didn't buy these bottles to drink them at the bar."

You see her confused face, and until you reach the elevator, you don't hear a response.

"Oh."

It seems like she got what you are saying.

"I don't even know you."

"(Y/n). I would shake your hand, but..."

You show her the bottles.

"Xiaoting. It's a pleasure."

She smiles and grabs the wine bottle, moving it up and down a little, as if she is shaking your hand.

"The pleasure is all mine."

You reassure her, as the two of you step into the elevator.

"Do you do this often?"

She looks down as she asks the question.

"Drink? Probably more than I should."

She chuckles.

"No. I mean, buying women drinks and inviting them to your room."

"You would be surprised."

"What do you mean?"

"I work a lot. I usually don't have time for stuff like this."

"I feel honoured."

Her sarcastic tone makes you smile.

Thirty minutes later, the forgotten bottles are standing on the table. Your chair is turned away from it, as Xiaoting is sitting in your lap. Her brown hair covers your faces as she pushes her tongue forward. Trying to get access to your mouth.

The two of you share a deep kiss, while one of your hands is placed on her beautifully shaped ass. When she leans away for air, you drown in her gorgeous eyes. The taste of the wine is now lingering on your lips, as Xiaoting leans down again, connecting her mouth with yours.

You found out a lot about her while the two of you were drinking, so you want to find out if she was telling the truth.

While your right hand is still holding her ass, your left one grabs the phone on your table.

Xiaoting breaks the kiss. A questioning look on her face.

"You said you are a dancer, right?"

She nods.

"I am."

"Dance for me."

A smile appears on her lips before she pecks yours one last time. Getting off your lap, Xiaoting takes a couple of steps back.

When you start the song, she takes only a second before she knows what it is. Girl's day's "Something."

She snaps her fingers with the beat before she starts dancing. When it says "drop it," she does just that. Kneeling on the floor, her eyes are on yours as she leans forward. Her hand sliding over the floor. You catch a glimpse of her tits before she is on all fours. Moving her butt to the music, her hair is partially covering her face. The brunette's gloves roam her body as she sways her hips to the rhythm of the song.

You have seen the original dance before, but Xiaoting seems to be improvising a little. The dance was suggestive before already, but she is adding a new layer to it now.

Instead of pulling her dress to the side and showing off her legs, Xiaoting slowly lowers herself on the floor.

She stays like this for a couple of moments. She seems to know exactly where you are looking at, as her hand glides over her butt slowly. Her glistening heels sparkle in the light, showing off her porcelain skin.

You wonder if she is as fragile as she looks, as her hand traces along her curves while she stands up again.

Her body seems to be made to hypnotize you, as Xiaoting dances in front of you.

Her hips sway from left to right as she moves to the rhythm.

While one of her hands is hovering over the hem of her dress, the other is touching her chin. The brunette bites onto one of her clothed fingers teasingly before slowly getting the white glove off with her teeth.

She throws it playfully at you before turning around. Lifting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail, Xiaoting shows off her beautiful back to you.

When she drops to her knees this time, she closes and opens her legs slowly. It makes her move up and down a little, making your eyes focus on her backside. Looking over her shoulder at you, she gives you a wink while her left hand roams her butt.

You feel yourself getting harder with every single movement, as Xiaoting slowly stands up again, showing off her curves.

Walking over to you, she puts her hands on your shoulders before sitting in your lap once more. She keeps moving to the music as she begins to grind herself on you.

Automatically, your hands grab the cheeks of her ass, as you don't want her to leave again. Xiaoting leans forward, pressing her chest into your face. You enjoy the feeling of her dress on your skin and her small breasts behind it.

After leaning back again, her left hand leaves your shoulder before touching her own collarbone. Her fingers follow its path until they reach her naked shoulder.

With her thumb, she slowly pushes the strap of her dress towards the edge of her shoulder. Her eyes are on yours, as you watch her.

Finally, the strap falls off her shoulder, hanging loosely around her arm. It is barely exposing more skin, as her dress only falls a little. You want to see more, but in that moment, the song is over.

You are barely able to hold yourself back, wanting to just rip the dress off her, but Xiaoting leans over, taking your phone. A second later, a new song plays. She whispers in your ear while her hand unbuttons your shirt.

"Thousands of people listen to our songs. But only you will hear my voice when I scream your name."

You think you heard the song before, but you are to engaged in the woman on your lap to really listen. Peppering the white skin on her neck with kisses, you make it hard for her to undo the last buttons. You feel her shudder a little as your hands squeeze her ass cheeks.

"More."

She sighs as you begin to mark her perfect skin. You don't know if she needs to appear in public soon or if she just doesn't care. Either way, you start to leave hickeys on Xiaoting's neck. You keep kneading her butt at the same time as she lets out a moan.

By the time the brunette finally reaches the button of your pants, you have already given her three large purple marks.

"You like me marking you?"

You whisper into her ear.

"Yes. I love it. I want everyone to see what a slut I am."

You kiss her right shoulder.

"What are you going to say when your members ask you?"

As she unzips your pants, you take the strap of her dress between your teeth, pulling it down her arm. Your hands still busy playing with her ass.

"I'm going to tell them the truth. That I'm a dirty whore for you."

Xiaoting sighs, as you bite her earlobe softly.

You didn't expect such lewd words to fall out of her mouth. But you can't say you hate it.

When the brunette finally freed your cock, she begins to stroke you. You take her dress into your mouth, right above her chest and pull it down, since your hands are still squeezing her ass cheeks. Once you expose her small tits, you dive in, kissing all of the skin that is in front of you.

Her slim fingers move along the length of your shaft in a slow rhythm. When you start to take one of her nipples into your mouth, her strokes become faster.

"Oh, yes."

Xiaoting sighs in pleasure as you make her feel better than she expected.

"How are you so good at this?"

You don't answer, still busy with sucking on her nipples.

Once you have covered both of them in spit, you lean back, enjoying the handjob you are getting. You see the lust in the brunette's eyes, as she feels your cock becoming as hard as possible.

"I need this inside of me."

She leans forward and gives you a kiss, as if she is trying to convince you to fuck her.

"Please. It has been so long."

You glance at the huge windows and pick her up in an instant. Her smile shows her excitement, as you carry her towards the window.

Pressing her against the cold surface, you capture her lips with yours once more. Xiaoting shivers as she feels the coldness of the glass against her naked back. The way you are holding her, turns her on even more as she hovers over your cock. The brunette imagines herself being dropped lower by you, getting impaled on your cock. She feels a small streak of her juices trickle down her thigh.

Once you have had enough of her lips for the time being, you put her down again. Still pressing her against the window, you whisper into her ear.

"Suck my cock."

Without hesitation Xiaoting drops onto her knees, taking your cock into her small hand. But then she turns around for a second, making sure no one is watching.

"Don't you want someone to see us?"

The brunette looks up at you, while you caress her cheek.

"Don't you want to show them how good you suck my dick?"

"Yes."

The word is almost a whisper, as Xiaoting trembles lightly, thinking someone might be watching. Your hand moves from her cheek to the back of her head. And while the two of you keep eye contact, you slowly push her onto your cock. Her lips part with ease, as she takes you inside, wrapping themselves around you tightly. Xiaoting's wet mouth feels like heaven, as you push into her further. The warmth around your cock almost makes you moan, as you make her take half of you inside.

When you let go of her head, Xiaoting retreats, until only your tip is in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, making you feel even better. You relish the feeling of her mouth, as she takes you inside of her again. This time, she takes a little more of you into her mouth, before retreating again. She repeats it again and again, making you finally let out a deep moan.

You feel her tongue glide underneath your shaft, as she takes you inside her mouth once more. Now deep enough, you feel yourself reaching her throat. Xiaoting looks up at you, as if she is asking for permission.

"Just take it, slut."

She hums on your cock in satisfaction, before finally taking you down her throat.

You have to look away, unable to watch as her throat tightens around you. The heat in your body starts to build and you don't want it to be over yet. You try to distract yourself by looking out the window. There are a couple of buildings, which are just as high as the hotel and you are sure, someone would be able to see what's going on in your room.

The thought of someone watching makes you want to take Xiaoting right here. Right here in front of everyone.

You hear her gag slightly, as she now takes all of your cock into her mouth. Her muscles tighten around you, trying to squeeze the life out of you. She feels incredibly tight like this.

"Xiaoting."

You are barely able to say her name.

"Get up if you wanna get fucked."

Her eyes widen in happiness, as she slowly gets off your cock. Once you have left the warmth of her mouth completely, she stands up. The two of you nose to nose.

Reaching downwards, you slip your hand beneath her dress. You are surprised by the lack of underwear, as you touch her labia. Xiaoting's breath hitches, as you feel her wetness.

"No underwear?"

"Just for you."

You chuckle, as you slip one finger inside of her. She leans against the glass, sighing in pleasure. Moving your finger, you watch her reactions.

"Please."

The brunette bucks her hips automatically in your direction.

"Fuck me. Show everyone what a slut I am."

You take a step forward, pressing her against the cold glass again. Her nipples are pressed against your lower chest, as you line yourself up with her pussy.

You kiss her deeply, as you enter her. Xiaoting moans into the kiss as she feels herself getting filled. It takes a while for her to adjust to your length, but after a couple of moments, you are finally to the hilt inside of her.

Retreating, you move your hips, before you push into her again.

"Fuck. So big."

The brunette moans, as you slowly start to fuck her. Your strokes are deep and slow. While you pound her into the glass, you kiss the skin on her neck again. The hickeys you left earlier are still marking her porcelain skin and you decide to add one more.

Xiaoting's hands move to the back of your head as she is trying to push you deeper.

"Faster please."

You don't respond, wanting to hear her beg. The brunette tightens her muscles around you, trying to make you go faster.

"Please."

Her needy whine is music to your ears.

"Make me your slut. Fuck me faster."

You leave her neck and you see the disappointment in her eyes, as you move out of her. But Xiaoting has no time to complain, as you spin her around, pressing her body against the glass again. When you enter her this time, you feel like she is even tighter than before.

"Yes. Show everyone who I am."

You take her hips as you thrust into her.

"And who are you?"

"I'm your little slut. I'm a slut for your cock."

You go faster, rewarding her for her right answer. Xiaoting moans into the glass, as her forehead rests against it. She feels her nipples touch the cold surface, making them stiff. Your hard grip on her hips makes her hiss in pain, as you can't hold yourself back any longer.

You think you might be going overboard, as you see the light red marks on her flesh, but Xiaoting only moans louder.

"Bruise my hips! Do want you want with my body! Just make me cum!"

Her panting becomes heavier, as you drill her into the window. While you thrust into her you pull her towards you, making you penetrate her even deeper. After a while her forehead starts to hit the glass repeatedly. The banging starts to mix with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Your hips meeting hers.

Although it somewhat turns you on hearing her head getting shoved against the window, you don't want to hurt her too much.

One of your hands leaves her hips and makes Xiaoting turn her head, so now her cheek is pressed against the glass. You see a red spot on her forehead and a smile on her face.

As you start to fuck her as fast as you can, you can see her mouth hanging open. Xiaoting is unable to form words anymore. Her mind goes blank at the pounding she is getting. She starts to drool on the glass, unable to control her body.

You already expected her to cum sooner or later, but she hit you without warning still. A low moan, almost animal like escapes her throat, as she cums on your cock. Her pussy squeezes you as much as she can. She is unable to move any other part of her body, being trapped between you and the glass. Her cunt contracts around you in a wild rhythm, as she rides out her high.

You have to stop yourself from moving, as you feel yourself getting closer. Not wanting to finish yet, you wait for Xiaoting to calm down.

Once she has regained control over her own body, you regretfully leave her warm cunt. You hear her whine, but you just pick her up. Carrying her to the bed bridal style, you look down on her face.

It does seem like there is gonna be a small mark on her forehead. The sweat on her face is making some of her hair stick to her skin. She looks up at you with half lid eyes.

"Let's see how good of a cumdump you are."

A smile forms on her lips, before you let her fall on the bed. Thinking you want to take her from behind, Xiaoting gets on all fours and starts to crawl to the middle of the bed.

You have something else in mind. You grab her by her ankle and pull her towards you. Her arms, still weak from the pounding she just took, are unable to support her weight. She falls face first into the sheets. She pretends to struggle at your grip, but you force her to the edge of the bed.

"You are not going anywhere until you have my cum running down those beautiful thighs of yours."

You roll her over and examine her body.

Her face is flushed red with arousal. Her nipples are still hard from the cold glass. The pink dress is hanging loosely around her waist, exposing her tight snatch. Her folds are dripping with her juices, making her skin glisten in the hotel room light. Her long creamy legs are now hanging over the edge of the bed. Her heels sparkling.

"What are you waiting for? Put that cock where it belongs."

You take her ankles and put them together, before putting them on your left shoulder. When you enter her this time, Xiaoting feels incredibly tight. You groan at her wetness and you see her arch her back, as she is getting stuffed again.

"Fuck."

The brunette lets out a squeal, as you start to pound her again. You feel even bigger inside of her now. She doesn't know if it's because she came or the position of her legs. Either way she feels completely full, as you take her higher and higher.

While one of your hands is holding her ankles together, the other is holding her thighs. Her closed legs add more to that incredible tightness.

You feel a familiar feeling raising, as you see her body like this. Xiaoting takes your cock with pleasure as you continue to fuck her to her next orgasm.

You know you are close yourself. Wanting to get as much pleasure from Xiaoting's pussy as possible, you move her feet off your shoulder. You push them towards her, exposing her tight snatch to you. Luckily Xiaoting is incredibly flexible. Probably due to her dancing. You push her feet towards her head, until she is able to hold them herself. Her heels are right next to her face as you grab her hips.

Her body lying like this is a beautiful sight to witness, as you pound her faster.

The position of her legs make her even tighter. You were convinced that it was impossible. But here you are. You are almost unable to fuck her properly. She has become this tight.

It feels like the grip of her pussy on your cock is crazy strong.

"I'm gonna cum!"

You move your hand to her clit, rubbing it, as you see her facial expressions.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Xiaoting looses control once more. She almost lets go off her feet.

"(Y/n)!"

She trembles and whines underneath you, while you keep rubbing her pearl.

"Stop! Please!"

You hear her lustfilled voice. Her tone betraying her words.

She cums again a second later.

"(Y/n)!"

This time it hits her hard. Her pussy contracts wildly around you, before you are pushed out of her. Her juices splash everywhere, as she starts to squirt. Your hand. Her midriff and her dress. The sheets. The carpet. Everything gets drenched.

"No more."

Xiaoting begs for her life, but you don't listen. You keep rubbing her clit making her cum for a third time in a row.

Her juices gush out of her like hydrant, as she covers everything with her cum.

You see that you would break her if you keep going. Moving your hand away from her clit, you grab her hips once more. They are now slick and you have to hold her tighter so you don't let go of them.

Pushing inside of her, you see Xiaoting's eyes roll to the back of her head. Wordless moans and groans escape her mouth. It's visible how hard she is trying to keep her legs in position, not wanting them to snap back towards you like a bow.

Although she is still as tight as before, her wetness now makes it a little easier to slide in and out of her. The sight of Xiaoting cumming like this brought you to the edge as well. You hold on as long as you can, wanting to remember the feeling of her tight pussy forever.

Her limb body is getting rocked back and forth by your thrusts. Her eyes are now staring up at the ceiling. They have lost all focus. It seems like you literally fucked her brains out.

When you are unable to control yourself any longer, you burry yourself as deep in Xiaoting's pussy as possible.

You hear a weak moan escape her half opened mouth, as your cum fills her cunt. Rope after rope paints her inner walls, until you have given her everything you have.

Unable to gather any sort of strength, you fall next to Xiaoting onto the bed. You feel her move a little, resting her head on your chest, before you drift off to sleep.

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[pascalispretty]

All Wound Up

Nick Amaro x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2063

Warnings: Friends with benefits, drunk sex, whiskey dick, spanking, rimming, Nick being a tease

Summary: When his body won't cooperate with what he wants to do, Nick finds a new way to tease you. Can be read as part of the Mutually Beneficial universe.

A/N: Happy Kinktober everybody! This is my entry for Day Three: Rimming. Prompts from @absurdthirst's list, and my thanks as always to @misscharlielulu. (ao3).

You and Nick return to your apartment much earlier than you had expected. The two of you had met in a bar not far from your place and would have been content to stay for longer had some idiot not spilled a pint of beer all down your back. Your dress clung wetly to you, and beer dripped from your hair as the two of you walked home.

“I need to shower,” you say, wrinkling your nose in disgust as you catch a whiff of your hair. It takes you a minute to locate your keys, your fingers rendered clumsy with tipsiness as you rifle through your bag.

“You want company in there?” Nick asks, raising his eyebrow suggestively at you. Giggling, you catch his hand as you make your way into the elevator and hit the button for your floor.

“Nice try. I need to actually try and get clean.”

“What’s the point? You’ll just get dirty again after.” Nick teases as you both exit the elevator and open the door of your apartment. He wastes no time in pulling you towards him once you’re inside.

“The point is that I don’t want my sheets reeking of beer,” you tell him, kissing him quickly. “Go get comfy, I’ll be right back.” With a deep sigh, Nick begrudgingly lets you go. You can’t help but smile at his back as he heads towards your bedroom, a familiarity with your apartment that belies his supposed status as your friend-with-benefits of only a few months.

You shower as quickly as you can, washing your hair twice to make sure the smell is well and truly gone. Your dress, you wring out as best as you can before throwing it in the laundry basket, along with the rest of your clothes.

Clad in just a towel, you make your way back to your bedroom. You’re pleased to see that Nick has indeed made himself comfortable; he’s reclining back on your bed, wearing only his black boxer-briefs. You can’t help taking a moment simply to admire him; he’s only lying on your bed, but he looks like he’s a model advertising the Hugo Boss underwear he has on.

“God, you’re just…ridiculously hot,” you tell him, letting the towel fall to the floor as you clamber onto his lap. Nick smirks at you, his hands sliding from your thighs round to your ass and palming at the curve of your backside.

“You’re one to talk, Kid. You know how I feel about you wearing those tight skirts and dresses around the courthouse.” You gasp as his fingertips dig into your flesh, a smile playing on your lips. You’ll never admit you’ve started wearing those pencil skirts and dresses more ever since he mentioned it to you.

“I know how much you like them,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly over his abs. “You’ve told me enough times how much you like staring at my ass in them.” He chuckles, a low laugh that has no right to be quite so sexy, before flipping the two of you in one smooth motion.

Pinned underneath him, you switch your attentions to his back, making him shiver when you scratch in just the right place. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue licking into your mouth as he presses closer. Before you can get comfortable, he moves you again, leaning back and turning you onto your front.

“Indecisive?” You tease, but he just kisses the nape of you neck in response. The first kiss is followed by more, his lips tracing their way down your spine and back up again. It’s slower and more torturous than you expected, especially after how eager Nick had been to get you into bed; perhaps it’s punishment for your insistence on showering first.

Nick rests more of his weight on you, draping himself over your back. You make a soft contented noise at the sensation, your eyelashes fluttering shut as he presses yet more kisses down your neck and across your shoulder.

You’re not quite expecting the growl of frustration, or the bite to your neck that accompanies it. Nick hides his face in the crook of your neck, pinning you so thoroughly to the bed that you can only just manage to turn your head in his direction.

“Nick?” You arch your back; in your drunken state, it’s taken you too long to realise what’s happening. He’s not at all hard. “Nick, if you’re not in the mood-”

“I am,” he groans into your neck, cutting you off. “I am, Kid, just- God, I’ve not had to deal with whiskey dick in years.” His breath is hot against your skin, making you shiver underneath him even as you try to figure out what to do.

“It’s okay,” you tell him, trying not to squirm as he shifts atop you, his leg slipping between yours. “It happens.”

“Shouldn’t,” he huffs, nipping at your neck again. “’s my own fault, drinking on an empty stomach.” You want to try to figure out how to help him, but the press of his thigh between your legs feels so good. You can’t help rocking back slightly against him, trying to angle yourself in just the right position to grind on his thigh.

“What do you want to do?” You ask breathily, and he chuckles against your neck.

“You can stop rubbing yourself on my thigh like a cat in heat.” He ignores your whine, his weight leaving you as he sits up. “If I can’t come, you’re not allowed to either.”

“You sound grumpy,” you say with a giggle. “The alcohol hasn’t personally insulted your manhood, you know.” His palm lands on your ass; it’s barely a swat, but a soft moan escapes you anyway.

“I have a beautiful girl in bed with me who spent the past week trying to convince me to put it in her ass, and my body won’t cooperate. I’m allowed to be annoyed.” Another exasperated sigh escapes him.

You want to help, but before you can figure out what to say, Nick’s hands slide to your hips, encouraging you to move up onto your knees. Your chest stays on the bed, your face still pressed against the mattress as Nick runs his hands down between your thighs.

“You’re so wet,” he murmurs, his thumbs swiping over your folds, spreading you open to expose your cunt. “It’s not fair.” You can barely breathe as he moves closer to you, another sigh escaping him.

“You have such a pretty pussy, baby,” he says, knowing that it’ll make you squirm. Without warning, he licks a broad stripe through your folds, groaning against your skin at the taste of you.

“Nick,” you manage breathlessly. “Nick, you don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he tells you, one of his thumbs shifting to brush against your clit. “Just let me play with you. See if it gets the blood moving where it’s meant to.” His tongue finds your entrance, dipping inside for a brief moment before he pulls away again. “You still can’t come though.”

Any thoughts you might have about complaining at the injustice go out of your head when his mouth returns to your cunt. You wail as he eats you out with abandon, devouring you with a desperation that has you nearly sobbing in pleasure. That familiar heat builds all too quickly inside you, and just as you’re wondering whether you can get away with coming, Nick pulls away from you.

“Nick,” you nearly sob into the sheets, your thighs shaking. “Nick you can’t, it’s not fair.” He lands another swat on your ass in response, a sharp cry pulled out of you. You’re so wound up that you flinch when he licks his way through your folds again, so sensitive after your ruined orgasm. His hands palm at your ass, squeezing at your flesh as he traces your fluttering entrance with his tongue.

Another sharp little noise escapes you when he pulls away again. He gives you another spank, the tip of his thumb lingering incredibly close to your other hole. His hands grip at your backside, pulling your cheeks apart, and you squirm at how exposed you feel.

“Is this okay?” Nick asks softly, and you nearly choke on your own breath.

“God, yes please.” Satisfied, Nick presses a little more firmly at the tight ring of muscle, the pressure making you squirm. There’s something so deliciously filthy about it, and it makes something deep in your insides twist in anticipation and desire. You’re about to offer to steal lube out of your roommate’s stash, only to jump in surprise when you feel the first brush of his tongue against the puckered skin.

“Fuck, Nick-” you gasp out, heat unfurling down your spine as he uses the tip of his tongue to trace your hole. It’s not something you ever would have imagined Nick being into, but you’re in no mood to stop him.

“Is this okay?” He asks after a moment. You nod quickly, only for him to spank you again. “I need you to use your words, Kid.”

“Yes, it’s okay,” you manage, wailing into the pillows as he responds by dragging the flat of his tongue over you. He laps at your hole, slicking the skin with spit as you squirm at how filthy and debauched it is. Your hair is still damp, the coolness completely at odds with how hot the rest of your body feels.

“I like you like this,” he says, pulling his mouth away just enough to allow the tip of his index finger to press against your asshole. “Ass in the air, all squirmy.” He’s right; you can’t keep still as he lets just the very tip of his finger push past your muscles, holding you open as he laps at you.

You’re not sure how long he keeps you there like that; it’s all you can do to grab fistfuls of the sheets to anchor yourself and moan into the pillows. When you try to push back against him, another hard slap lands across the back of your thigh. You can’t come from this, despite how delicious it feels, but you’re keenly aware of that sticky wetness coating your inner thighs.

Nick pulls another sharp sound from you when he takes his finger away, both hands returning to hold your cheeks open. Something tugs at the back of your brain – he seems to know what he’s doing, but before you can wonder if he’s done this before, you feel the tip of his tongue take the place of his finger, just barely breaching your muscles.

“Oh my God, Nick-” you choke out, barely able to get the breath to form the words with how tightly you’re pressing your face into the pillow. You melt against the sheets as he forces his tongue just a little deeper, heat licking through your veins to pool in your centre.

One of his hands leaves you, and you distantly become aware of the sound of skin sliding against skin. The thought of him touching himself while he’s doing this to you, enjoying you in such a vulnerable position, makes you shiver.

“God, baby,” he murmurs eventually, lifting his mouth away from you just enough to speak. “I love the little noises you make. So responsive…” He shifts a little, and you jump when he bites at the meat of your ass, sucking a hickey into the skin.

“Harder,” you plead, trembling when you feel the scrape of his skin against your flesh. It’s a mark that’ll linger for days, and part of you thrills at the idea. You expect him to lower his mouth back to you, but he gives a low grunt instead, pulling away even further.

“Finally,” he mutters, and you hear him shifting on the bed behind you. One of his hands finds your hips, rolling you over unceremoniously onto your back. From here, you can see he’s finally, gloriously, hard, his cock straining against the soft fabric of his underwear.

“Oh thank God,” you sigh, sitting up to help him get them off. “I think I might have died if you’d kept insisting I couldn’t come because you couldn’t.” Nick bats your hands away, pushing his underwear down himself and pulling your legs open wider.

“When did I say that I’d let you come?”

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[queenshelby]

Yes! Mr Murphy (Rewritten)

PART 23: THE LONDON DISASTER

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Lots of Angst, Age Gap, Teacher x Student, Smut

The following day, Cillian and Kit arrived in London while you had two scheduled lessons with Nina, on Friday and Saturday afternoon respectively.

For Kit being able to travel with Cillian on his own, this was a dream come true and, even though they had done this before, Cillian had never really been single when she had him all to herself and she knew that, even to Danielle, he was faithful.

Kit now saw her chance and, with their later than scheduled arrival on Friday evening, she ceased the opportunity to show him around her favourite parts of London.

“Where are we going exactly?” Cillian asked as they left the hotel after dropping their bags inside their respective rooms with a view to get a 4 o’clock start tomorrow for sunrise shoot at Montblanc.

“We are going to the best bar there is” Kit exclaimed causing Cillian to furrow his eyebrows.

“Now that is a pretty big call” he chuckled while following Kit to a fancy new area downtown which is where she showed him to an underground wine and craft beer cellar and, just as they walked inside, he could see that this was not your average kind of establishment.

He felt slightly awkward there as, pretty much everyone else, appeared to be on a date and he sure hoped that Kit did not feel as though this is inappropriate.

“Look at all these lovebirds though. I am sorry. I didn’t realise that it is this kind of place now. When I came here last, it was a little different” Kit lied, causing Cillian to chuckle.

“It’s fine honestly. The food looks good” he reassured her which is when she briefly brushed his lower arm with her ring and index finger and asked “so we should stay?”

“Yeah, I don’t see why not” Cillian nodded before asking the waiter for a table and, of course, after they were seated in a somewhat secluded area, Kit ordered a bottle of wine to share for them which, ultimately, got them talking.

As such, Kit and Cillian talked for a while about work and then about Danielle, Cillian’s children and, eventually, even about you.

“I am sorry things did not work out for you and Y/N” Kit said just before she ordered another bottle of wine and some more food.

“It’s hardly your fault. Don’t worry” Cillian told her, causing her to gasp just as the waiter delivered another bottle and two fresh glasses. “But let’s change the topic, shall we?” Cillian then suggested which was something Kit was happy to do, bringing them both back to their respective careers and hobbies.

The conversation between Cillian and Kit thus turned to small talk at the most and, at around 9 o’clock that evening, they decided to return to the hotel to get some rest.

Unfortunatly for Kit though, Cillian still struggled to get you out of his head and, after having shared two bottles of wine with her, he mentioned you again on the way back to their hotel, telling his personal assistant how much he missed you and your company.  

“Listen Cillian, she is really not worth it. She lied to you and she probably lied about more than just that one thing” Kit said while, eventually, Cillian and her approached the hotel they were staying at.  

“I don’t know Kit. I doubt that. She’s not the type of person who makes up lies for the sake of it” Cillian explained while thinking about you still. He could not get you out of his head, but knew that he had to try.

“She lied about her age Cillian! It’s a pretty big deal and this most certainly makes her a liar. You are just too blind to see it” Kit told him gently while reaching for his hand with caution as they walked inside the building and approached the elevator.  

“Maybe you are right” Cillian sighed after Kit turned to face him and, just as he did, Kit ran her hand over his in a comforting manner.

“I am right and you should listen to me for once. I have known you for many years, right?” she then winked before asking him whether he wanted to come upstairs to her room for a drink, which was an offer Cillian gladly accepted. He sure needed another glass of wine after all this and he knew that a little company certainly would not hurt either.

Just as he was about to follow her though he received a phone call from his son who was staying in Cork with his two cousins.

“Maybe tomorrow?” he thus said to Kit before taking the call, seeing that he had not spoken to his son for almost a week as he had just been on school camp as well.

The following evening…

The following evening, Kit and Cillian had hit a different bar following a lengthy day on set of Cillian’s newest Montblanc commercial as well as an extensive photoshoot and interview for their merch.

Seeing that Cillian did not enjoy this kind of work, he most certainly needed a drink and, since Kit chose the bar, the alcohol available for consumption there was not what Cillian would usually have chosen.

The bar was featuring an extensive list of cocktails and no beer which, to Cillian, seemed absurd but, for politeness sake, he pretended to enjoy Kit’s chosen location and, just like the evening before, they shared a small table and ordered some food.

“Just enjoy tonight and let your hair down for a bit” Kit encouraged him as she ordered them one cocktail after another and cocktails were certainly not something Cillian was used to, resulting in the liquor of them to go straight to his head.

“I am. Seriously. This isn’t bad. I am loosening up” Cillian chuckled after his third mojito, knowing very well that, come tomorrow, he would be hungover, especially considering the lack of food he had consumed that day.

“Do you want to dance?” Kit then asked, causing Cillian to shake his head.

“No fucking way, but you go right ahead if you like” he suggested but Kit gave it another ten or fifteen minutes of conversation and drinking before, eventually, she dragged Cillian to the side of the dancefloor.

“I am not dancing” he reminded Kit while being up to his fourth drink now, thinking about how he would not normally end up in a place like this as, suddenly, Latin American music began to play and a DJ entered the stage, making Cillian feel a little out of place.

“Come on. Pretty please. Dance with me” Kit begged him, clearly having had too much to drink herself, but still Cillian shook his head.

“Nah, I will stay right here and observe” he chuckled as, indeed, that was what he did while thinking about you again.

Unlike most of these people on the dancefloor right now, you were an incredible dancer and he recalled that time, at the cottage, where he had put on a song by Santana and you performed for him. The performance itself was intoxicating, passionate and sexy. It was perfection and, he could not even recall how, in the end, you ended up without wearing any clothes and on his lap.

The thought of this night made him chuckle and it was this thought he quickly snapped out of when Kit made him hold her drink, thereby spilling half over his shirt.

“Shit sorry Cillian” she giggled a little too intoxicated while Cillian furrowed his eyebrows.

"You don’t usually drink much, do you?" he joked and Kit shook her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Not cocktails, no” she told Cillian as her lips were red and swollen, as if she had been chewing on them.

“Then why did you choose this place?” Cillian laughed as he was half distracted by staring at her lips, which was certainly a feature of his personal assistant he had not noticed before.

“Well, I have heard good things about it. Despite, I wanted to get you drunk” she responded as she approached her employer carefully. Her voice was breathy now, her chest rising and falling just inches from this handsome man.

“Why?” Cillian laughed, seeing that, clearly, she was making a joke he did not get.

“So that you would finally relax and stop thinking about this cow, who made you nothing but miserable for the last few months” Kit announced before she closed the last inch of air in between them and felt Cillian jump at the contact.

“I think we need to get you to bed, Kit” he said carefully just as his eyes dropped to Kit’s mouth again before, slowly, she leaned in, her lips just millimetres from his now.

“You need to get me to bed?” she then teased just after Cillian pulled away from her and, without giving it too much thought, he finished his drink in one go before glancing at his personal assistant once more. There was something strange about her that night and it was not just the three cocktails she had consumed.

“I think we had a long day Kit. Let’s get some rest” Cillian thus said once more and Kit touched his forearm again gently before nodding.

“Okay. Let’s get some rest” she said with a smile just as her fingers traced over Cillian’s skin before, finally, she made her move and leaned forward again, this time to taste the remnants of the liquor from his lips.

Kit’s actions caught Cillian by surprise but, for some reason unknown to him, he gave into the kiss. It felt good and somewhat unexpected, creating some arousal from within him until, eventually, he pulled away.

“I am sorry” he murmured, unsure about what had just happened but Kit, herself, did not seem to be bothered at all.

“Do you want to get out of here and take this to your room?” she asked and, seeing that the hotel was less than two blocks from the bar, Cillian did not have much time to think about what to do next.

“That would be a terrible idea” he said quickly nonetheless, causing Kit to sigh.

"Oh god, I meant for another drink Cillian. Come on” Kit lied and, since her intentions were not clear to him, Cillian reluctantly agreed.

“Alright. A drink sounds good” he thus said before following her onto the street.

Ten minutes later…

It took Cillian three swipes of the keycard to get the door of his hotel room to unlock and, each time, in his somewhat drunken state, he wondered whether this was a good idea all while reminding himself that Kit was just coming in for a drink.

Thus, in the end, he decided “why the fuck not” and stepped in to his room, with Kit following him. Somewhat tipsily, he threw his jacket on one of the two double beds, which, by that point, was already piling up with discarded clothes and his luggage.

Cillian then turned to ask Kit if they should open one of the bottles of wine from the minibar, but was stopped in his tracks.

‘What are doing?’ he asked somewhat confused as Kit must have blatantly started unzipping her dress while he was still struggling with the door just moments ago, because she was already stepping out of it and walking towards him from the entryway.

“I am finally taking my chances Cillian” Kit told him as she stepped into the light. She was wearing a sheer, lacy blue bra that hinted at her nipples, especially as they pushed against the fabric in the cold room. Her panties matched, barely concealing the dark triangle of hair below her waist, or the lips being hugged by the almost transparent fabric.

“No, we can’t possibly…” Cillian tried to say but was immediately cut off by his assistant’s actions when she stepped forward and kissed him gently while cupping his face in her left hand.

"It’s just sex Cillian. It doesn’t mean anything” she then murmured against his lips which still tasted like the remnants of the liquor he had consumed. “We are both single. You are travelling a lot soon and I have to come with you anyway. We may as well make the most of it” she then tried to argue while Cillian sighed deeply after having broken the kiss.

“It will change things and I don’t want to lose a brilliant PA” Cillian told her while trying to clear his head.

“The fact that we kissed, at the bar, already changes things. Despite, I can tell that you want it too” Kit told him in response while reaching for his crotch and, even though Cillian behaved somewhat passively, she could feel his erection pushing against his pants as she ran her hand over the bulge.

"Come on Cillian” Kit then grinned before she kissed him again and this time it was a frantic, needing kiss, to which Cillian responded.

“Fuck it, why not” Cillian groaned just as Kit pulled him by the neck into her, and he followed, pushing her against the dresser, then sliding along the furniture until she was leaned against the desk. There was no moving slow this time. Cillian ran his finger across her panties and found them already moist and Kit moaned into his kisses when his finger passed her clit. She wiggled her hips as Cillian found the waist of her panties and pulled them off in one motion.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked and Kit nodded.

“Very sure and, to tell you the truth, I have been wanting this for a while, even when you were still married to Danielle” Kit told Cillian as, drunkenly, he kissed down her neck, pausing briefly on her lace-covered breasts before given them his full attention.

His attention span, however, was not as long as it usually was, considering the tipsy state he was in and, with that, he moved back up towards her neck and then her lips which is when Kit kissed him again fiercely.

“You are a good kisser” she then told him as she caught her breath and made quick work of the buttons of his shit.

“So are you” Cillian barely managed to say as, quickly, Kit undid his belt and pulled his pants and brief off in one motion, standing as she went. The last thing she wanted was for him to change his mind and, as soon as his cock sprang free, her hands were on it immediately.

“God, I want you to fuck me so badly” Kit moaned as she pushed him back towards the bed, guiding his tip between her legs, and rubbing it against still wet opening.

“Fuck, Kit, slow down” Cillian groaned as she threw him back so he was sitting on the bed, and reached up to finally remove her bra.

“Sorry, I can’t help it. I just fucking want you Cillian” she teased as she dropped her bra to the floor and Cillian finally pulled her towards him, his hand finding one breast, his mouth the other, sucking the already erect nipple gently before circling it with his tongue.

“Hmm, that feels nice” Kit moaned as Cillian toyed with her breasts and, just as she started to grind herself against him, she grabbed his cock and guided it inside.

"Wait... wait." Cillian managed to say and pushed her back gently.

"What's wrong?" Kit asked, disappointed.

"Nothing... just…." Cillian leaned forward to retrieve a condom from the wallet he had kept in the pocket of his jeans.

"What a gentleman" Kit smirked as she snatched the condom from his hand and teared it open with her teeth.

“Always” Cillian chuckled while he scooted back to lean on the pillows as Kit flipped the condom right way up in her hand. She then climbed on the bed and grabbed Cillian's cock in one hand before, without warning, taking him in to her mouth.

“Fuck, that feels good” Cillian groaned as she bobbed her head a few times before, eventually, Kit let his cock fall out of her mouth with a pop and then rolled the condom over him.

“Now, I finally get what I have been aching for” she then winked as, again, she took him in her hand and guided him inside of her.

This time though, he didn't stop her as Cillian finally entered her.

"Fuck” they both moaned in unison as Kit began driving her hips up and down, pausing to grind on him for a few moments before bouncing up again. Cillian had his hands on her ass, grabbing her cheeks hard and helping guide her movements. He put his head between her breasts, taking in the smell of her perfume, then kissing and sucking on every inch he could reach as she moved.

She continued grinding on him, her hands above him, grasping the headboard for leverage. Cillian bucked his hips in time with her, which only seemed to make her move faster. He was still a little tipsy but his head was clear enough to know what he was doing. For some reason he wanted this or maybe he just needed the distraction, knowing that you too were distraction yourself with someone else.

"Oh, god yes” Kit's moans were getting higher and longer with every movement, but Cillian remained largely silent, trying to focus on her rather than you. He did not enjoy this as much as he thought he would and Kit soon realised that something was not quite right.

Thus, she let go of the headboard, leaning back on one arm for support while still moving her hips across his body.

“Look at me Cillian. Look at how fucking good your cock makes me feel” Kit told him as she brought her hand to his mouth and toyed with it.

This, in turn, spurred him on a little again and he sucked it gently before moving her hand down to their thrusting hips.

“Fuck, I like you riding me. It feels good” he then groaned before thrusting into her as well, meeting her motions for the next ten minutes until, eventually, he realised that this was not going to end the way he had expected.

“I am close” he thus lied and, seeing that she was holding back on her own release, he thought that this was a good way of ending it. He had faked an orgasm before so, no doubt, he could do it again.

“So am I” Kit told him in response, finally letting go of her inhibitions as, soon, her climax started to build. She kept eye contact the entire time and smiled when her own hand reached her clit. She started working her finger around it, her moans getting louder as Cillian moved his hips faster and faster, slapping their bodies together as the springs beneath squeaked and groaned.

"I'm going to cum. Fuck” Kit almost whispered, catching her breath before she screamed in pleasure again. Her hands moved quickly along her clit. Her body shook and twitched and then she convulsed around his still thrusting cock.

“Fuck” Cillian cursed as he pretended to be close as well just as Kit collapsed on his chest, panting. She kissed his pecks once, then rolled of him abruptly, her chest heaving.

“What are you doing?” he asked abruptly, not having expected her sudden movement.

“I'm not going to let you cum in that thing” Kit said while rolling the condom of his cock, causing Cillian to let out a deep sigh.

“Listen, I don’t have to cum. We both had a lot to drink and…” Cillian began to say to her politely, but Kit had already began working his cock in her hand, giggling when he almost rolled off the bed as she stroked his sensitive head. Her grip was a little too firm but he tried to gain pleasure from it nonetheless.

“Close your eyes and relax. I really want to taste your cum” Kit told him as she rolled back on top of him and took his cock into her mouth and thereby finally eliciting a groan from him as he complied with her request and leaned back.

He closed his eyes while Kit licked him from base to tip, while still working him with her hand.

“That’s it. Keep doing that” he then said as she sucked him all in. His cock was throbbing now but he still wasn’t sure whether he could cum from her ministrations unless, of course, he thought about something else.

Thus, with some guilt in the back of his mind, he decided to think about you. He imagined you being the one pleasuring him and, even though it did quite feel the same, this method worked.

‘Fuck. Your mouth feels good’ Cillian thus groaned as Kit kept at it, working his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other before sucking him for several minutes, by which point Cillian had his hands on her head, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth.

‘I can tell you are enjoying this and, no doubt, you will enjoy watching me swallow too’ Kit then teased before resuming her actions and this, in itself, spurred Cillian on, imaging you with his cock in your mouth, swallowing his cum.

‘Yeah, I think I will’ he thus groaned as he tightened the grip he had on the back of Kit’s head, guiding her otherwise frantic movements.

With that, Cillian’s groans were getting louder and Kit moaned softly against him, slurping loudly as she moved, letting his cock hit or lightly ease into her throat every time she sank down. She gave him long strides, really making sure all of his cock was getting some form of attention which, seemingly, worked wonders.

‘Fuck’ Cillian murmured, starting to squirm. ‘I am close’ he then groaned and Kit was becoming curious about what his cum would taste like. It was a question she had asked herself for a while now and so that she did not have to wait to find out much longer, she ramped up the speed and milked his cock faster.

With his eyes closed, Cillian’s hand found its way back to Kit’s head, his fingers getting locked in her hair as he got closer and closer until finally, he started to cum.

‘Y/N, fuck…’ he groaned again as his hips twitched upwards, trying to get deeper into Kit’s mouth as he filled it with his load and, much to Kit’s surprise, his cum was thick and sweet, coating her tongue and making her drool as she collected it all in her mouth.

Then, finally, he released the grip on her head and pulled away from Kit while she rose up and opened her mouth, moving her cum covered tongue around seductively before closing her mouth again and swallowing it all.

‘Fuck, I didn’t expect that” Cillian huffed out before pulling Kit up and towards him.

‘Okay, I will take that as a compliment and I will also forget about the fact that you said this cow’s name while I was down there, giving you pleasure” Kit said before getting up abruptly in order to clean herself up and, even before Cillian had a chance to apologise to her, his phone rang on Facetime.

Since Kit had disappeared in the bathroom, he took the call after covering up his naked body with the sheets.

“Jesus man, are you in bed already?” Dermont asked, seeing that it was not even 10 o’clock and, even before being able to answer him, Dermont started to curse as Kit appeared in the background, naked, looking for her underwear.

“You fucking idiot!” he said while Cillian looked at his friend with great embarrassment written all over his face.

“Hey Dermont! I trust this stays between us, yeah…” Kit blurted out while waving at him from the far just after she quickly covered herself up with one of the large towels from Cillian’s bedroom.

“It will, trust me Kit! It will!” Dermont said while looking sternly at his friend, shaking his head in disbelieve. “What the fuck man…” he then cursed as Kit had disappeared into the bathroom before telling Cillian the reason for his call.

“Is Nina alright?” Cillian finally got around to asking, causing Dermont to shake his head.

“No, actually. That’s why I am calling. You need to come home I think” Dermont told his friend, causing Cillian to panic.

“What’s wrong?” he thus asked right away and Dermont explained to him that Nina had to provide first aid to you as you had collapsed during her one-on-one session with her. You were now in hospital, undergoing surgery while Nina struggled to come to terms with what happened.

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[somethinginthewayiam]

Part of the business

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a/n: from here on out we're pretty much following the plot of season 6 with creative liberties.

pairing: Chibs Telford x plus-size reader

words: 2362

warnings: there is 18+ content throughout (minors DNI), mentions of alcohol, a bit smutty

Summary: Chibs waits in front of your apartment to talk business. You use the chance to also ask him where you two stand. He has his own way of answering you...

link to my masterlist and previous parts

It was a weird couple of weeks. The work at CaraCara seemed to fizzle down. There were only a few scenes shot per week by now. Lyla had started working for Diosa, an escort service. She wasn’t one of the girls but helped the owner, called Nero, managing the ladies and the house.

You missed seeing her at work every day but you spent some of your free time with her and you still saw each other at your yoga classes.

The other weird thing was that Bobby hadn’t come over to the warehouse in a while. You were managing the books on your own by now, but he had taught you a lot over the past couple of months. Managing the books for a porn production that was owned by the M.C. wasn’t always done by the book, but you were good at it and the voice of concern you had in the beginning got lower and lower by the day until it was just business as usual.

One day when you came home from work early, you were surprised to find Chibs waiting in front of your apartment door. You only stopped for a second when you stepped out of the elevator, a little thrown off by the sight and then continued walking towards him.

Chibs was leaning against the wall next to your door and looked up when he heard the sounds of your steps coming closer.

“Wow, since when has a Son time to wait around for a girl?”, you asked him when you came closer to your apartment door. “Hey, lass”, he greeted you with a kiss when you stood in front of him. When you pulled back, your eyes dropped down to the patch on his chest that looked rather new.

V. President

“I’m here for business”, he told you. “Can we go inside?”, he asked and nodded towards your door.

“You couldn’t afford my rates, honey”, you joked and wiggled your eyebrows at him, but unlocked your door. He followed you inside and closed it again. You put your purse on the little counter in your entrance and kicked your shoes off. You walked into your living room and he entered right after you.

Since you hadn’t expected any company, your laundry was drying on a hanger in the middle of the living room.

“Do you want anything to drink? A Beer?”, you asked him and continued on into the kitchen area that was only separated by a line of counters. “Aye, thanks”, he nodded and stood now in the middle of the room.

When you turned around with two bottles of beer in your hands, you found him studying the rack of clothes.

“I don’t know these, are they new?”, he asked and grabbed a pair of Bordeaux-red panties, holding them up in the air.

“You haven’t seen all my underwear. Also, I don’t have ‘em on for too long anyway when you’re around”, you told him, handed him his bottle and snatched the panties from his other hand to put it back on the rack. You shooed him over to your couch as he kept looking at the bras and panties hanging out to dry and wouldn’t focus.

You both sat down on your couch. Chibs pulled his phone out of his back pocket and put it on your couch table along with his riding gloves. You pulled your legs under and rested your arm on the backrest of the couch. You took a sip from your beer and put it on the couch table.

“Okay, why are you here?”, you asked him. “I guess you know by now that the club is in business with Diosa”, he said, knowing how close you and Lyla were and assuming that she must have told you why she left the production company. Even after Opie she was still deeply connected to the club and did what Jax needed her to do.

Instead of answering him, you just nodded your head. “Jax wants you to work there, too”, Chibs continued. At his words, your eyes got big. “But it’s an escort service. You guys are not seriously expecting me to like work-work there…”, you said and looked at him with squinted eyes while you felt a little knot forming in your stomach.

“We’re not pimping you out, if that’s what ya mean”, Chibs clarified but couldn’t hold back a chuckle. Instead of a comment, you rolled your eyes at him, but you were seriously relieved.

“Jax wants you to take care of their books, too. At least for the club’s investment part of it”, he explained. “Too? Are you not shutting down CaraCara?”, you asked surprised

“Why should we?”, he asked a bit irritated. “Because there are less and less shoots, we have little to no contracts with performers left. Most of the time I’m just sitting around, rubbing one out”, you told him.

His eyebrows jumped up, almost touching his hairline. “Figure of speech, calm down”, you reprimanded him and his dirty thoughts.

“We’re not planning on shutting it down, we definitely want to keep it alive and running. And you’re a big part of it. The club trusts you, that’s why we need you to take care of our investment at Diosa”, he said and you sat up a little bit in your seat. To hear that the club trusted you and needed you to take care of their investment, made you very proud.

“But why do you need me for the books? Wouldn’t it be better if Bobby takes care of the new business?”, you asked. You were proud, not stupid. To have a newbie who wasn’t even a member of the club taking care of a new business seemed rather off for the M.C.

Chibs took a long sip of his beer before he answered you. “Bobby’s taking a little break from the club”, he simply said. “Bobby left the M.C.?”, you asked surprised and leaned forward, your eyes big. “He’s still a Son, but he’s not holding any position within the club right now”, he explained further. It was already more than you thought you would get from him. “Did something happen?”, you asked further and pushed your luck.

Chibs cocked his head to the side and threw you a look that said, “You know I can’t tell you”.

“Is that why you’re wearing the VP patch?”, you asked straight forward. Chibs sighed and you could see in his face that there’s a whole story behind that sigh. A story you will never hear.

You leaned over and took another sip of your beer. You still had some questions on your mind you were a bit afraid of asking but needed answers to.

“You becoming V.P., does that change anything?”, you asked him and played with the label of the bottle, not looking at him.

“What do you mean?”, he replied and you could hear in his voice that he didn’t know what you were getting at.

“Between us”, you mumbled, almost inaudible. It took you a few moments before you dared to look up as he wasn’t saying anything.

You were having sex for a few months now and your inner voice to define shit got louder and louder. He seemed a little distant all of a sudden and your heart sank into your stomach. The look in his eyes was gone as quickly as it had come, though.

Chibs got up from his spot and came over, sitting down next to you. He took the bottle of beer from your hands and put it on the couch table. Then, he put his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He placed one arm across your legs and kept the other arm around your waist. He leaned forward a little and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“We’re having fun, aye?”, he asked as he leaned back to talk to you, moving his head a little to get you to look into his eyes. A smirk pulling at the corners of his lips when you finally looked up and you couldn’t hold back a smile either at the goofy look on his face.

“We’re having a lot of fun”, you affirmed and put your arms around his neck.

“So…”, he said, leaving the rest of the sentence hanging in the air.

“So…we keep doing that”, you finally said with a shrug of your shoulders. You tried your best to make it sound like a statement, a decision that was yours, but it was a question more than anything else. You couldn’t event hold the eye-contact.

“And you’d be okay with that?”, he asked after a few moments, noticing your hesitance. His fingers found your chin and lifted your head up again so you would look at him, his eyes seemingly looking behind yours and straight into your soul.

You weren’t, really, but what was the alternative? Would you like it to be more? Sure. But risking to have nothing with him? No way. You would take whatever he was willing to give you for as long as your heart could take it.

“Yeah”, you simply said but still couldn’t hold the eye-contact for too long. You were afraid he would see the disappointment in your eyes.

“Really?”, Chibs followed up. “Yes”, you confirmed with a firmer voice and even managed a smile. To reassure him further, you leaned in for a kiss.

“Is it weird that you becoming V.P. kinda turns me on?”, you asked when you pulled back, your hand on the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hair at the back of his head. His hand on your thigh squeezed you slightly as a response.

He leaned forward, looking for contact again. His lips brushed against yours, your tongue darting out to lick his lips.

The kiss quickly got more intense and your fingers ran through his hair. Chibs’ hands found his way under your shirt and started to touch every part of your skin he could reach.

The next moment, one of his arms went under your legs while the other cradled your back and suddenly you were beneath him. You spread your legs to have Chibs move between them.

Your hips started bucking up, looking for contact while your fingers found his black beads-necklace, pulling him close to you.

Chibs’ hands pushed your shirt up your stomach and over your breasts, exposing your bra. He buried his face between your tits like he always loved to do. And you loved it because it turned him on so much.

“Filip”, you whined, moving your hands inside his kutte, running your fingers along the fabric of his shirt, starting to unbutton it. “Darlin’”, he growled at your ear and nibbled and sucked at the skin of your neck.

Your hands gave up on his buttons and moved down to the zipper of his jeans, opening his pants and reaching inside. You found his hardening cock, wrapped your fingers around it and started stroking him.

He moved his hips towards you, pushing into your hand. “Fuck, luv”, he growled again and grabbed one of your breasts with his hand that was not supporting himself on the couch next to your body.

“Fuck me, V.P.”, you moaned and bit down on your bottom lip as you pulled him out of his pants. A dirty smirk appeared on his face but only lasted for a second before it dropped again as your hand moved faster on him, adding pressure and changing the angle of your wrist slightly with every move.

Chibs needed both hands to support his body on top of yours while you jerked him off. By the speed of his breathing, you knew that he was getting close. “Come for me, baby”, you urged him on, moaning with him. “Ugh, fuck”, he breathed out and his whole body started to tense up.

And then his phone rang and the loud noise cut through the room.

“Fuck!”, Chibs yelled out in frustration. Your hand had stilled at the interrupting sound. You both looked over at his phone on the couch table. Then you looked at each other again. “Sorry”, he mumbled and you pulled your hand from his pants.

He pushed himself up into a kneeling position and reached for the phone.

“Yeah?”, he blurted into the phone, seemingly angry and tucked himself back into his pants which wasn’t that easy with a hard-on. He got up and started pacing as he talked.

You also sat up and pulled your shirt back down. You grabbed your bottle of beer and took a sip while Chibs was on the phone.

“I have to go, club business”, he announced as soon as he hung up. A word of protest was on your tongue but you swallowed it, there was no chance it would work anyway.

“Alright”, you said as you got up as well. You walked over to him, put your arms around his neck and got on your tiptoes to kiss him. “You take care of your business and I take care of my business”, you said and wiggled your eyebrows at him. He looked at you a bit confused.

“You’re leaving me high and, well, not-so-dry”, you said and looked down at your crotch and back at his face. He couldn’t hold back the smile at your comment but also looked disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to finish what you had started.

You pulled him down by his necklace again and kissed him. “Okay, ride on cowboy”, you said just a moment later, let go of him and slapped his ass. He bent down to grab his riding gloves off the couch table and kissed you again before he walked over to the door.

You followed him and held the door open when he walked through. “Hey Chibs”, you said and he turned around. You pulled your shirt up and exposed your bra to him once more. “One for the ride”, you said with a cheeky smile, stuck your tongue out at him and shut the door in his face with a giggle.

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Jeff the killer x reader - Oneshot request - Anger Issues are hot apparently

Anon request!!! 

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How you became friends? You weren’t really sure.

A maniac serial killer who-wasn’t exactly human anymore, and-you, a full human with some…issues.

And how you would explain your little, friendship, to anyone that didn’t already know of it, was something were also weren’t sure of it. He would chill with you, eat your food, let you rant about your shit-bag job, was a pretty good pillow when you were dead tired from a nearly 10-hour shift, and was in general pretty good company.

It helped he had the same dark humor as you.

You weren’t really sure what you did for him, but you guessed it was good enough since you weren’t dead yet, it being about 4 years into your little friendship.

You sighed, rubbing your face as you walked into your apartment; it had been-a shitty shitty day. Several-creepy ass dudes decided you were going to be the object of their affections, all drunk as shit and unable to take ‘fuck off’ as an answer, one even grabbing your fucking ass when you walked by to serve a regular their drink.

To which you had swung around and smacked him right in the face, your ring cutting into his cheek; which! Had gotten you a stern talking to from your boss, who had refused to listen to your reasoning on why you hit the mother fucker. When you tried to argue for your dignity and the lack of respect; he threatened to fire you.

In your shock, you had shut right the hell up, mouth agape as your boss practically talked down to you as if you were a toddler, shaking his finger in your face and everything(you were going to bite it the fuck off), before storming out, leaving you behind in your anger and shock.

And now you just-really needed to destress, you were glad you had the next day off and Jeff was coming over in about an hour. You went to take off your shoes when you heard a small creak coming from the hallway that led to your room, clenching your jaw as harsh footsteps came around the corner, a pale face hidden behind a ski mask.

The man froze as he saw you, eyes wide in surprise. He didn’t expect you to come home. “I swear to Satan” you practically growled out, letting your bag drop to the floor as you ran your hand through your hair, trying to keep your cool “if you broke, my fucking. Window.”

The man blinked, tightened his grip on his crowbar, and ran at you, clearly aiming to knock you out.

Yeah, that wasn’t happening.

-

Jeff let out a low sigh as he made his way down the street toward your apartment complex, his copy of your keys hanging from his cold fingers. He had been waiting for this day all week; his ever-growing crush on you only making his time away harder to deal with.

He didn’t really know how or when you had made yourself a place in his thought to be non-existent heart, but goddamn when you did, you really did. You were probably the only person in the world that truly could withstand his asshole tendencies, laugh when he muttered about killing a man for cutting in line, or joke about helping him hide a body when he was a bit too messy.

He felt his face heat up at the thought of you, in your usual baggy clothes and grumpy face, pouting as you watched one of his ‘stupid’ true crime series. Jeff chuckled at the thought, fixing his face mask and backpack that held your favorite snacks and some shitty beer.

He unlocked the gate to your apartment complex and walked right in, humming to himself as he jogged up the stairs that led to your apartment, wishing your landlord would just-fix the elevator already (it had been out for five months now). As he rounded the corner to head into your apartment, he froze as he spotted the broken window that faced the street.

“shit” Jeff cursed, pulling down his mask to hopefully scare whoever had decided to pick your apartment to rob, and opening the (unlocked) door in a rush to see…

You kicking the mother fuckers ass.

“I have had enough of you mother fucking men!” you smashed a chair over the robber's back, his crowbar in the wall as you had grabbed his wrist and broken it, disarming him before beating the ever-living shit outta him with your bare hands “my ass has been grabbed, I almost got fired by a lame ass boss, and you pick my apartment, MY APARTMENT, to rob! The stupidest” you kicked the man's side, and Jeff heard his ribs crack “decision you could’ve made!”

The man tried to beg for mercy, only to be kicked in the jaw, his blood coating your work shoes, his face, and your floor. Jeff felt his body shudder with want, his cheeks bright red as he watched you basically torture the robber, who begged to be let go, and that he was sorry.

“you.better.fucking.be” you kicked his legs and side with each word, huffing as you took a big step back, giving the man a chance to stand up and run, a whimper coming from him as he bolted/limped out of your apartment, Jeff swore he heard a call for ‘mommy!’ as he did.

Jeff blinked, twice, three times; slowly turning towards you as you huffed, rubbing your now bloodied hands together as you stood in the middle of your now thrashed living room, still wearing your work clothes which-Jeff had never really seen before (think a vest n suit but without the jacket), and goddamn he liked how they looked on you- and completely over life.

“Wh-what was that?” Jeff asked quietly, closing the door to your apartment and locking it, almost sounding in awe as he slowly made his way over to you, his eyes comically sparkling with a revelation. You sighed, rubbing your face.

“I-I had a bad day, anger issues, fuck life” you groaned, looking at Jeff as he stood in front of you, cheeks pink and eyes blown wide. “what?”

“That” Jeff muttered, his voice light and airy, a dreamy smile on his lips “was the hottest fucking thing, I have ever seen in my goddamn life.” You laughed, shaking your head with a roll of your eyes, noticing some of your neighbors making their way to your apartment to see if you were okay.

“Good to know” you muttered, pulling up his fallen hood and mask, your anger-ridden mind pushing you to kiss him through the mask, grinning as his entire face turned red “I’ll trust your judgment on that, hot people know hotness” Jeff couldn’t form words, you just called him hot-you just called him hot!!!

Jeff.Exe has crashed, please reboot.

You chuckled, patting his warm cheek and gently pushing him aside, greeting your neighbors with a tired smile, telling them you were okay, thanking another for calling the police for you.

By the time you closed the door and turned around, Jeff was staring at you, mid-process of pulling his mask down “you think I’m hot?” he asked, voice high-pitched as you snorted, nodding slightly. “you kissed me?” you laughed, walking right up to Jeff and getting in his face, raising your brow as he sputtered.

“Would you like me to do it again?” you purred, laughing as Jeff nodded rapidly, closing his eyes as you took his face and kissed him, his hands going around your waist and holding you tight, your hands drifting into his impossibly soft hair and tugging.

“Anger issues are so fucking hot” Jeff muttered as he pulled away for breath, grinning into the next kiss as you rolled your eyes and pulled him back in.

-end-

Short but sweet, I like how this turned out~ it's not exactly as requested, I did change ~some~ dialogue but, still, pretty cute~

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[dreamcatchers-husband]

TSR Pt 3

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Siyeon

Length: 1200+

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

Last Pt

A/N-Made this a quick one.

A couple of days and another tour stop passed and you currently found yourself in Louisville, Kentucky. The concert had just ended as you found yourself in the van, heading back to the hotel. On your shoulders, you had the resting heads of both Your girlfriend Minji and the clutz Yoohyeon.

“They really had fun today huh?” 

“You can say that again. It’s only been 3 stops but we somehow get more and more energy at each one. Plus we get a bit wilder.” 

“I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from the company yet Sua. As you said, you get wild more each stop.” 

“I’m sure they are happy with the press it gives.” 

“True Gahyeon, true.” 

At that time you feel the van stop as the door opens. Shaking both Yoohyeon and Jiu, you wake them up as everyone begins to exit the van. Helping the two girls out, you all made it inside the hotel and began to walk inside. 

“Ladies, what do you guys want for dinner?” 

“I’m just gonna order room service.” 

Most of the other girls nod in agreement with Sua except for Siyeon. 

“Can I go eat at the restaurant connected to the hotel?” 

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I can join you if you want?” 

“If you are tired you don’t need to but I would love the company.” 

“Nah, I'm hungry too. Ladies have a good rest then.” 

Jiu then walks up to you and kisses you on the lips. 

“Love you, Goodnight.” 

“Night sweetie. Night ladies” 

“Goodnight!” 

With your farewells done, both parties go in separate directions with you and Siyeon walking into the restaurant. The two of you get quickly seated with the menus placed in front of you. 

Looking over the menu, you place it down and look up seeing Siyeon made up her mind already as well. 

The waitress that walked over seemed annoyed she was at work, but honestly, you can’t blame her knowing how these jobs can be from your younger years. 

Ordering is quick as you both ask for the same thing, A chicken wrap and beer.

“Just one beer and no more ok?” 

“Just one Oppa.” 

3 beers each later. 

You Weren’t drunk but tipsy and Siyeon was feeling the same. Knowing you have an early morning the next day you raise your hand and ask for the check. Once you get the bill you look at it and take out some cash and place it on the table. 

Standing up from your seat, Siyeon does the same and grabs onto your arm. The walk to the elevator is silent. Standing in front of it you begin to feel Siyeons breast touch your arm. Wanting to ignore it you press the button once more, and the elevator appears. 

Walking in Siyeon continues to hold onto your arm until the doors close. Once the doors close you feel yourself get pushed to the wall, as well as a pair of lips attached to your own. You didn’t even fight it as you closed your eyes and pulled Siyeon in deeper into the kiss. 

A minute passes as you both pull back for some air. Siyeon then brings her mouth to your neck and proceeds to give it small kisses and bites. 

The ding of the elevator gets both of your attention as you both pull back from each other and fix yourself to look presentable. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as you both stepped out. 

Walking over to your door you pull out your room key and unlock the door and look back at Siyeon. 

“You have an early schedule and we shou-“ 

Just like in the elevator you felt a push on your body as Siyeon entered your room with you. The sound of rapid feet lovely gets your attention as Siyeon jumps into your arms and kisses you once more. The dreamcatcher should be resting but from the looks of it, she wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. 

Falling back on your bed, Siyeon jumps off your lap and you look up at her. She hadn’t changed from her stage outfit so her top was see-through, showing you the small piece of fabric covering her breast. Aggressively, Siyeon rips off all of her clothes at a near superhuman speed. Hands quickly make it to your belt as it comes undone. As your pants come down, your manager duties come back to mind. 

“Siyeon we shouldn’t today.” 

“Shut up. It’s my turn for this cock.” 

A sudden lick on your cock makes your whole body jolt alive. Once her lips wrapped around your cock, Siyeon knew she had you snared. Almost as if she had been starved, Siyeon begins to bob her head at a rapid speed. Most of the dreamcatcher members like to start things off slowly but Siyeon loved to just get straight to the point. 

GLUK GLUK GLUK. 

That’s the only thing you could hear in your room as Siyeon lowered your cock repeatedly down her throat. Grabbing some of her hair, you moved it to the side and saw the look she was giving you. She wanted you to shove your length further down. 

Reaching for her head you begin to slowly push her mouth further and further down your length until she reaches as deep as possible. Holding her down you look at Siyeon as her eyes slowly begin to water. With a tap on your leg, you let go as Siyeon pulls her head back, gasping for air. With a. Few more licks on your shaft, Siyeon stands back up and jumps on your lap. 

Taking your shirt off, Siyeon then lines her pussy with your length and slowly begins to lower herself. The warm feeling surrounding your cock is amazing as you fill her completely. 

As before Siyeon begins to build up speed on your cock, bouncing up and down. Seeing her breasts move in tandem with your movements makes you crave her even more. Leaning forward you take her left breast into your mouth. As you give her nipple small licks you feel her pussy begin to tighten around your shaft. Once you begin to give her nipple small sucks you hear screams begin to leave your friends mouth. 

“Fuck keep going! Keep fucking my pussy and make me cum.” 

Moving your hand down to her folds you spread them a bit and find her clit. Rubbing it in a clockwise motion you feel her pussy begin to feel her walls tighten more and more around your cock. It must have been the alcohol as both of your leaks are arriving. 

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!” 

“Me too. Dump that load in my puss-“ 

Siyeon didn’t even finish her sentence as a rush of fluids hit your legs. As Siyeon was holding around from her orgasm, her wall began to milk you of all you have. Four shots of your load fill her pussy as you both drop flat on your bed. 

Panting for air, you both begin to laugh after that great “session”. 

“I’m not entirely stupid. We only had time for a quickie. Either way, you should know not to say no to me when I want to fuck.” 

“Well sorry, I remember we both have jobs to do in the morning.” 

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just sleep. We have to get up early.” 

Pulling yourselves up to the pillows you both lay your heads on them and begin to go off to sleep. 

You can only wonder what sex session you might have in the rest of this tour. 

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[mcfiddlestan]

Staying the Night Prompts

❝ i don’t have nightmares when you’re there. ❞ (Loki/Bucky)

“We should probably get some rest.”

Bucky managed a lazy grin and an equally lazy nod at Steve’s words, but made no effort to rise from the long sofa in Stark’s penthouse lounge. The tower wasn’t exactly home, but it was the place everyone came to recuperate and get a warm meal, especially after returning from a mission. Bucky and Steve had only come back a few hours ago from their latest mission, providing some not necessarily needed support for Shuri and the Wakandans. Who knew stopping human traffickers could cause so many body aches. A slight shift on the seat to sit up and he knew there was definitely a bruised rib somewhere. 

“I’ll head back in a bit.” He said with a soft groan, falling back against the cushions.

“Aren’t you tired?” Steve questioned from beside him. When he frowned the cut above his eyebrow stung and he tapped a finger to it a few times, pulling his hand back to look at it. Not bleeding anymore. 

Bucky nodded even as he verbally answered, “Yeah, exhausted. I just wanna finish my beer.” He gave the bottle a little shake. “It’s nice to be back within four solid walls though.” And to sit in front of a fire he didn’t have to start or worry about putting out, he thought, as he stared at the flames in the hearth before them.

“Sure is. No rough blankets on the ground tonight. Well,” Steve sighed after a moment. He reached out and clapped a hand to Bucky’s shoulder. “Thanks for covering me out there. You saved my ass.” Bucky lifted bright blue eyes to his, narrowed an eye. “Again,” Steve conceded with that boyish smirk.

Bucky chuckled, nodded, and wished Steve a good night as he brought the Budweiser bottle to his lips. Steve slowly rose with a groan and walked directly into the waiting elevator.

It still amazed Bucky that Stark willingly allowed this ragtag group of vigilantes, spies, a former winter soldier, and others to freely come and go from his tower, using it as a makeshift Avengers Hotel. The billionaire himself kept a small apartment among the smaller bungalows at the place he’d once used as a homebase for his company, but, for the most part, Stark slept in a room off his lab, never too far away from his work — if he slept at all. But everyone left that to Bruce and Rhodey to deal with.

Finishing off his beer, Bucky pushed himself to his feet, careful not to strain any more muscles than he already had, and after rinsing it out, deposited the bottle into the recycle bin. Judging by its nearly full capacity, the tower’s rooms must’ve been equally full tonight. Too wiped to think about who might be milling around in the morning, Bucky headed for the elevator, stifling a yawn. He watched the numbers slowly descend to his floor — the same as Steve’s, but on the other opposite side of the building — contemplating how long he might let himself sleep before he got started on his report the next day.

He was planning it all out as he walked to his door, absently pulling out the key, and unlocking the door. The moment he stepped inside he sensed something was different than when he left it. The apartment assigned to him was larger than the one he kept in Brooklyn, but it was just as sparsely decorated. In his line of business, it wasn’t exactly ideal to plant roots or get attached to anything. The room here and now was lit only by the pale blue moonlight streaming through the tall, wide windows displaying the city and off in the distance, the Brooklyn Bridge.

Bucky wondered if he should’ve just gone home as he scanned the room and moved silently to the bedroom door. It was less than a half hour by subway. Pulling his gun from its strap, safety off, Bucky listened for any sounds even as his eyes scanned the area before pushing the door open and aiming the gun at his bed. 

Seeing the hint of pale fingers rising in a surrender gesture in the shadows of one corner, Bucky locked and re-holstered the gun with an exasperated noise. 

“What the fuck, Loki?”

Dressed in his usual casual outfit of a green tunic and black pants, Loki emerged from the corner and crossed his arms. “I was only awaiting your return. I didn’t realize you’d come in guns a-blazing like — what do they call them? Cowboys?”

Bucky scoffed and began to remove his gear, dumping it on the dark tufted chair beside his dresser. “What are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”

It was Loki’s turn to scoff. “Hello? I’m a god, remember? I can go anywhere I please. Your human locks are like Odin’s fatherly approval to me: nonexistent.”

Bucky jerked his head back. “Well, that got dark fast,” he muttered, finally dropping the last of his weapons. He gripped his shirt, tugging it free from his pants, then reached for his belt. “Is there something you need? ‘Cause I just got back from—”

“A mission in Wakanda, I know,” Loki finished, his voice lowered. “How is Shuri? I’ve missed…talking shop with her. Her technology is impressive. Even to an As—well, a former Asgardian.”

Bucky kicked off his second boot and stopped, watching Loki with more focused eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Loki raised his head, lifting a brow. “Must something be wrong? Are we not friends? Can’t I simply wish to welcome you—“

“Lokes.”

Loki took a long beat before he smirked, chuckling a little, and lowered to the foot of the bed. “Nothing’s wrong. Honestly. I was just…eager to say hello. Thought you might want to talk. Maybe shake off the mission. You must be hurt. I can hear you trying not to groan with every movement.”

Bucky went still then, realizing Loki was right, he moaned a little as he let out the breath he’d been holding. He was really feeling the aches now. As if his body knew the bed was so close. “I’m fine, Loki. It’s just taking a little longer for me to heal, that’s all. But, really, I’m just looking forward to collapsing into bed.” He moved to the dresser behind him to grab a pair of sweatpants and a fresh shirt from the drawers. 

“Oh, well, don’t let me get in your way.” Loki crossed one leg over the other, seemingly planting himself in that spot.

Bucky, with his back turned to Loki, grinned a little to himself, unbuttoning his pants and kicking them aside once they dropped. “We said we were gonna stop,” he said as he slipped on the sweatpants.

The silence was blaring behind him. To give Loki whatever time he needed, Bucky stripped off his shirt and slipped a clean one over his head, and piled his soiled clothes in the corner along with his socks.

“I know what we said,” came the reply finally. 

Tying the drawstring on his pants, Bucky turned to face Loki. He noted how Loki wouldn’t meet his eyes, turning his face away, toward the windows. The moon shone brighter at this angle, lighting up the part of Bucky’s room open to the windows. And Bucky could see Loki’s face now, that it was paler than usual, with dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks a little hollower than usual. 

Sensing his appointment with sleep was about to be delayed, Bucky crossed over to sit beside Loki on the bed. “So what’d you get up to while I was gone?” he asked casually.

“Not much,” Loki answered with a shrug, still looking out the window. “Worked on some spells, conjured up some new tinctures. Avoided Thor.”

Bucky laughed quietly, the bed shaking with the movement. “He was here?”

“Only for a few hours, Hail Frigga,” Loki said with a dry laugh that grew more genuine when Bucky chuckled too. 

“Loki,” Bucky murmured after their laughter died down.

Loki’s smile faded, and he lowered his eyes. “Please,” he all but whispered. 

Bucky grinned lopsidedly, but bit his lip. “You said no more.”

“I know. I lied.”

Bucky snickered and dropped his head on Loki’s shoulder. He was just so tired. “You told me not to let you anymore,” he whispered.

Loki turned his head, nuzzling his cheek against Bucky’s nose. “You shouldn’t listen to me. I’m an idiot.”

“Lokes,” he snorted. Bucky slipped his hand into Loki’s, felt his cold skin cool against his warm palm. “You’re not an idiot. And I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I didn’t listen to you.”

Loki nudged him with his elbow. Bucky only groaned softly and closed his heavy eyes, comfortable enough in Loki’s presence to let his guard down. 

“I’m barely hanging on here, babe. You should probably go back to your room.”

Loki turned his body toward Bucky’s, clutching his hand tightly between his own in his lap. “I don’t want to. Just one more night, James. Please? I know what I’m asking…”

“Do you?” Bucky sat up and released Loki’s hand, so he could balance himself.

For the first time that night, Loki met Bucky’s gaze. Even through his tiredness and the pale moonlight, Bucky could see Loki was equally as exhausted as he. He hasn’t slept, he realized with a spark of concern. Hard as he tried, Bucky couldn’t stop himself from worrying about Loki.

“Look, Loki—”

He held up a hand to cut Bucky off. “No, I know. I know I don’t make this any easier for you.” He uncrossed his legs and turned away from Bucky. “I don’t mean to be selfish, you know. I don’t mean to hurt you. It’s just that…”

Bucky waited for the answer, but none came. “What?” he urged, nudging Loki’s arm with his fingers.

Loki inhaled deeply and turned his eyes to Bucky’s again, and with a quiver to his voice, he said, “I don’t have nightmares when you’re there.”

Bucky swallowed thickly. “Oh.” The revelation was one thing. They’d initially bonded over their shared experiences with torture and brainwashing. Few, if any, of the others could relate. But the tears clinging to Loki’s long black lashes was quite another. Bucky hadn’t seen Loki so vulnerable before. He wasn’t at all sure what to do, but to scratch at his head with the metal fingers, searching for the right words. “Um…”

Loki shifted and Bucky saw the moment he shut down and that cool mask slid into place. His dark emerald green eyes cleared instantly, his lips, already thin, thinned even further. “Forget it. Forget I said anything. Forget this ever happened. I’ll go.”

“No!” Bucky shouted the word, grasping for Loki’s arm as he rose and tugging so hard, the sleeve of his tunic ripping cut into the silence between them. “Shit!” Bucky shot up to his feet, but only stammered out an apology and held out the torn piece of his tunic to Loki.

Loki took it and clenched his jaw. “James, I’m getting rather mixed signals from you.” In one long sweep of his hand, Loki’s tunic was repaired and the ripped piece disappeared. “You won’t allow me to have a restful night’s sleep in your bed, yet you seem eager to quite literally rip my clothes off.”

Bucky slapped the non-metal palm to his face. “I swear, I didn’t mean to do that. And I was going to tell you that it’s fine, you can stay here. I just got a little thrown off by the tears in your eyes.” He started to turn away, but decided he had more to say. “And you know what? Speaking of mixed signals, what kind are you sending to me exactly? I mean, you know very well how I feel about you and you continuously torture me by coming to my room and begging to sleep — just sleep! — in my bed, beside me, all long legs and silky hair, and I’m doing my damndest to be a gentleman and be understanding because we are friends, but it’s fucking killing me when I wake up and there you are, just causally wrapped around my—“

It took Bucky’s brain a good five seconds to compute that his epic rant had been cut short by Loki, and that he was now currently being lovingly and tenderly kissed by the longtime object of his affection. As Loki’s lips pressed against his, Bucky slowly sank into the kiss, taking the opportunity to deepen it and pull Loki’s body against his.

Needing the air to breathe, and realizing what he was doing, Bucky took one giant step back. 

“What is happening right now?”

Loki swiped a finger across his bottom lip. “Well, something that was a long time coming, I think. Don’t you?”

Bucky relaxed, glared. “Don’t be a dick.” Loki cocked a brow, this time in confusion, and Bucky scoffed. “Don’t act like you don’t know what I mean. You’re practically BFFs with Stark and he’s the sassiest bitch in this place. So I know you’re learning some shit.” He looked up and caught the smile lighting up Loki’s face. “What does this mean?”

Loki’s expression turned thoughtful as he closed the distance between them and ran his hands up Bucky’s chest to wrap around his neck underneath the dark brown strands of his hair. “I think what it means, darling, is that your love is no longer unrequited.”

Bucky gawked at Loki. “Really?” he asked, his voice soft. Loki nodded and leaned in to kiss him again. But just as their lips touched Bucky sprang back. “Is this just because of the nightmares?”

Loki laughed, throwing his head back. “No. Well, not entirely.” He breathed out a sigh, as if a weight had been lifted from him, and kept his hands at Bucky’s chest. “I suppose it took me a little while to realize how stupid I would be to keep denying what I was feeling.”

Their eyes met and Bucky felt his stomach flip at the expression in Loki’s gaze. “But why—?”

“I’m not very good at this, James. Physically, it’s not difficult to navigate. But everything else that goes with it…” Loki turned his face again and nearly stepped away from Bucky. But Bucky was there, keeping a tight grip on him. “I ruined whatever it was between Fandral and I, and I—I ruined him. He can barely stand the sight of me now. I don’t want that to happen with you.”

“It won’t.” Loki skeptically angled his head and Bucky grinned. “I’m not great at this either, okay? Back in my day, I couldn’t do this. Not without major consequences. And I never really knew anyone I was willing to risk it with. Until you.”

“How romantic of you,” Loki murmured with his signature facetiousness.

“Shut up, Mischief. I’m saying, we don’t have to sneak around anymore, right? We also don’t have to rush into anything neither of us isn’t ready for. So…” He ran a finger down the side of Loki’s face. “How ‘bout we just see where it goes, okay, doll?”

Loki fluttered his lashes, swooning. “I do love it when you call me that.”

This time, Bucky let the kiss happen, wrapping both of his arms around Loki and holding him tight. He laughed against Loki’s mouth when the nimble god leapt up and wrapped his legs around Bucky’s waist.

“Um, off to bed then?”

“Hm, I thought you were tired?”

Bucky let out a low growl, near purr, at Loki’s fingers carding through his hair. “I might’ve gotten a second wind.”

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Sorry that took a minute. I had the idea as soon as you sent the ask, I just wasn't able to get it down until last night (Wednesday) and I didn't get to read what I wrote at three o'clock in the morning and edit until tonight (Thursday). Felt kinda nice to write some WinterFrost again!

LMK if y'all want me to post this on AO3. Then I might have at least one fic posted this year, lol.

xoxo

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