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Mr. Butlers Babysitter

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Summary

When you began working as a babysitter for Mr. Butler you were immediately taken by his wonderful children and his beautiful Malibu estate, he also paid handsomely. Having worked for celebrities on a referral based system you prided yourself on being professional and discreet for his family.

With Mr. Butler recently divorced having you help him with the children during their weekend visits from their mother was a godsend. After two months his daughter and son adored you to pieces never wanting you to leave. It seemed like a perfect fit.

One fateful evening Mr. Butler puts you in a highly compromising position. One that could ruin your reputation and your livelihood if word got out. You have two choices: Be exploited never to work in the inner circle as a high status celebrity babysitter again. or go along with his perverted plans.

🚨 Depraved Smut 🚨

corruption kink•dubcon•manipulation• humiliation• degradation •naivety •drug use•alchohol use•edging• fingering•coercive sex•condom use•orgasms

🫦co-writer/smut consultant @burnthheparaphilia

💝Not for my softies: Very corrupt perverted manipulative Austin

My first corruption smut 😭 no idea what I’m doing but was told I would be good at it. This one was pushed to the front of the request due to incessant demand.

There was a HUGE glitch for the delay I could not post it with the ask ☹️ it crashed so many times so I included them here

Mr. Butlers Babysitter

You were an excellent employee working for Mr. Butler as a babysitter of his two wonderful children. Though he preferred you call him Austin after working two months you still called him Mr. Butler to maintain the professionalism. He was a very famous actor in the early 2020’s. Now in his late thirties he was a full time producer.

He has a beautiful seven bedroom Malibu estate with every luxury perk you could think of. You enjoyed the cliffside drive seeing the ocean on your way to work there.

You would roll down the window and stick your hand out, feeling the ocean breeze hearing the seagulls as the waves crashed against the cliff walls.

You adored his two children Alisa and Daniel. Alisa was 8 years old and full of confidence. She was book smart and excelled in school never once asking for help with of her homework.

His son Daniel was 5 years old, always in imagination land. He was a very picky eater and sometimes you would have to pretend his favorite toy dinosaur would eat his food if he didn’t.

On this evening you and Austin were preparing pizza for the kids in his massive kitchen. He had his own personal brick oven designed to fit the space.

You grated mozzarella as he ladled the tomato sauce. As you sprinkled the cheese on the pizza dough your hands touched.

He smiled at you and replaced the ladle into the tomato sauce before standing behind you and placing his hands on yours showing you exactly how to spread it.

He instructs you gently speaking over your right shoulder “You know how Daniel is with his texture sensitivities if this cheese melts clumped together he won’t eat it” you giggle you totally understand. He slowly releases your hands and watches you work. He gives you a touch of approval on your shoulder before he gets back to ladling the sauce.

There was always a tension in the back of your mind with him. He was very attractive on an unnatural level.

His sandy blonde hair was always maintained in soft waves. His blue eyes had a depth and sincerity that if you stared too long you felt what it meant to get lost.

His jawline and face shape were squared and masculine and his plump lips accentuated his perfectly shaped nose. He was extremely handsome and though he was older he looked and acted so much younger.

Though you found him attractive you had set goals in mind: make money and advance your life. That kept you adamant to remain professional and you also felt so safe and highly valued working for him.

He paid you handsomely, had wonderful children and a beautiful home. You would never ruin this opportunity.

The four of you sat in the back yard that night to watch one of Mr. Butler favorite child hood movies. ‘The Good the Bad and the Ugly.’ It had become routine on Sunday to have movie night before the kids returned to their mothers for the week.

On the enormous hillside yard of his Malibu estate he had a large movie screen and a projector constructed. You all sat under a gazebo enjoying the warm breeze on a plush couch bed with a fire pit infront of it.

Beyond the movie screen you could see the twinkling lights of the city. You rested your head back enjoying the space, he had a very lovely home.

The kids grew restless after only 20 minutes of the slow paced movie but you were able to retrain their attention by asking them questions. “Is that cowboy a good one or a bad one?” you ask as Lee Van Cleefs scowling face took over the screen.

“A bad one!” Alisa yells quickly before her brother answers to prove how smart she is. Daniel’s little face saddens into a pout feeling like he lost. ”I think you’re right Alisa…” you say valuing her effort actually unsure which is the bad one.

You put your hand on Daniel’s little back and comfort him “Daniel look your turn is next! Is that cowboy a good cowboy or an ugly cowboy?” He studies Clint Eastwoods stern face “He looks like a mad cowboy ” he says with his cute voice growling and tiny teeth bared. You and Austin laugh at his adorableness.

“He does looks like a mad cowboy” Austin says assuring him. “Come here little guy sit on daddy’s lap” he motions for Daniel to come and easily picks him up “ah there we go” He says holding Daniel forward facing to watch the movie. He runs his hands through his son’s sandy blonde locks they look almost identical.

“Do you want to do nails? “ Alisa asks you excitedly out of the blue practically bouncing next to you on the couch bed. “Sure if it’s okay with your dad I know it’s getting late“ you admit checking your phone.

She looks to her dad “Plea-a-a-se can I go get my nail kit daddy!“ she pouts with her hands in a prayer. He can’t resist her. “You can get it but you have to be done in less than thirty minutes it’s almost your bed time” he say firmly.

Alisa squeals and you watch as she runs into the house.

Austin’s thumb caresses your shoulder to get your attention. “Look he’s out” he says pointing at little Daniel comfortably resting back in his arms. “Aw look at his little cute face, do you want me to take him up?” You ask gently to be helpful.

He motions his head “No you girls do nails and I’ll sit with him to watch the movie” you agree to the idea just as Alisa comes bounding out of the house with a hot pink nail box kit. She slams it on the flat stone edge of the fire pit.

Austin puts his finger to his lips with a stern face shushing her because Daniel is sleeping. “Sorry daddy” she says to him softly “ I got it “ she says out of breath holding up the kit to you.

She puts the plastic box of nail supplies on the couch bed next to you and pops it open. Pulling out a bottle of hot pink polish “Do my nails this color” she says demandingly but she’s a kid. “If you say please” you sweetly correct her “Please do my nails this color!” She asks with an impatience rising in her voice. You smile and extend your palm to her.

She places her small hand in yours as you brush the color on each of her nails. “and the stickers!” She says pulling out a roll.

You place a sticker of her choice on each nail. She looks them over excitedly “Do you like them?” You ask to make sure she’s a happy client. She jumps up and hugs you tightly around your neck.

The squeeze shocks you and you pat her shoulder tenderly to calm her “Okay honey I’m glad you like them “ you say pretending to sounds like you are being choked and it makes her giggle.

Austin realizes he was so invested in your encounter he wasn’t watching his movie and it’s already been more than thirty minutes. “Okay it’s definitely time to head up” he says carrying a sleeping Daniel as he clicks off all the electronics.

Alisa gathers her nail kit and holds your hand. You all head up stairs to put them in their rooms. Austin heads down the hall to Daniel’s and you head to Alisas.

She does everything on her own in her fully custom princess room. She brushes her teeth, washes, her face and puts on her pajamas before climbing into her canopy bed.

You click on her unicorn night light and click off the main room light ready to head out . “Can you talk to me until I fall asleep” she asks in her soft voice.

It’s a big request because you have classes in the morning and you are tired but you want to bond with her so you pull up a child size hot pink princess throne and sit next to her bed.

“What do you want to talk about hun?” You ask holding her smaller hand in yours and tracing your thumb over her freshly painted hot pink nails.

“Youre not going to leave are you?” She asks with her timid voice. You reassure her “I am going to go to my apartment and then I’ll come back and see you next weekend when your back from your moms” you smile warmly as you tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

Her face suddenly saddens “mommy wants you to make you go away” her eyes brim with tears and her lip pouts as it quivers.

“Aw honey“ you say as you pick her out of bed and place her on your lap. You pet her sandy brown hair and shush her. She begins sobbing against your chest. You pull her face back to look in her eyes. Her face is bright red with tears streaming by this point.

“Alisa honey …aw honey… sometimes people say things they don’t mean.” You wipe her tears. ”You know maybe your mommy is angry because I’m new in your life and she wants to make sure that I’m taking the very best care of you” you pinch her small chin. She still has a sad look in her eyes but she has stopped crying and is now sniffling.

“Mommy is mad because in daddy’s phone she found pictures of you.” she says through her sniffles as she finally starts calming down.

“What kind of pictures“ you ask patting her shoulders comfortingly“

“Like pictures when you bend over?” she admits not sure what it means.

Your face goes bright red not expecting her to say that “Well yes that’s ..um that’s not appropriate how did you find this out sweety ?”You ask out of pure curiosity. “I heard mommy talking to her boyfriend that daddy is a per-vert he takes lots of pictures when you bend over. What is a per-vert?” She asks with an innocent curiosity not knowing the word.

You sigh gaining more information than you ever wanted to know. “How about I tell you a bed time story?” You say to distract her and she nods smiling and snuggles in your arms. You begin to make up one about Princess Alisa and her hot pink unicorn that can fly to her castle in the clouds.

You are never one to pry into the affairs of your clients. You were a baby sitter for another celebrity couple, the Milanos, before his wife packed up and moved back to Italy with their triplets.

You received high recommendations from Mr. Milano to land the job with Mr. Butler due to your discretion and ability to always remain professional.

In the Milano mansion you witnessed several fights. Once Mr. Milano even backing out of his driveway drunk screaming at Mrs. Milano before he crashed into their courtyard fountain.

You took their sobbing triplets inside to avoid them having to watch their parents have another explosive outburst. You brought them to the their enormous playroom and turned on some kids follow along music until they were wiggling and dancing instead of crying.

A word about their issues never left your lips even when the paparazzi berated you with emails and bribes to be a source of information for the infamous impending Milano divorce splashed across every gossip site.

Even as you saw the exorbitant amounts being offered you knew your reputation would be diminished in the elite celebrity circle as a nanny and you’d be scrambling back to a form of lesser employment.

But as you cradled Alisa in your arms you realized this was a completely different scenario on top of the average celebrity family dramatics.

Your first divorced client may actually have a sexual interest in you.

As you finish your story you hold her close comforting her in silence. After a while her body begains to go slack. “I’m going to put you in bed now okay hun?” You say gently and she nods.

You place her in bed and pull her unicorn covers up to her chest. “Promise me you’ll come back”she asks in her sweet sleepy voice trying to keep her eyes open. You reassure her ”yes Alisa I’m coming back” you pet her hand. “Even if my daddy is a per-vert like mommy says?” she asks as your brows furrow at the complication.

“Alisa” Austin’s voice snaps from the doorway. You wonder how long he’s been there as you slightly panic. “You should’ve been asleep a long time ago now it’s very late and you have school in the morning next time I’m not going to let you stay up like this” he says sternly “I’m sorry daddy” Alisa says sleepily.

You interject “Mr. Butler… Austin, sorry it’s my fault the nails, the girl talk bed time story I guess we just got carried away.” You say smiling weakly looking at him with newfound eyes realizing he might have a little naughty photo collection of you in his phone.

He smiles to you “No you're fine I think she just gets really excited having you around I’m going to make sure she goes down. Just wait for me a minute downstairs.” He says as you cross paths. He sits on Alisa’s bedside as you leave the room.

You walk down the hall but slowly enough to listen in and pry. Their voices are muffled but you distinctly hear him in his softest sweetest voice ask her ”Now what were you silly girls talking about in here”

She loves her daddy you know she’s going to rat. You quickly make your way down the stairs through the living room and exit the front of the house.

You enter your car and hold the steering wheel wondering if he’s going to fire you now because his daughters spilled his little secret. “UGHhh!” You exclaim because he pays you four grand just to work weekends every month with the sweetest kids on the planet.

You’ve signed an NDA but that’s still an awkward topic to ignore especially being in close proximity with him, likely complications will arise. You’ll work for him one more weekend and ask him for a recommendation to another high status family.

You look up through the windshield to see Mr. Butler jogging out of his modern glass front estate down to your car. You roll down your window confused. “I thought you left” he says out of breath. “I told you to wait for me downstairs” he says as he reaches into his pocket. “For the overtime” he says handing you a small stack money. Your eyes light up as you accept it.

Counting through a thousand dollars you raise your brow as you look up at him. “Mr. Butler… there’s no way all of this is just for overtime.” He slicks his hand back through his hair looking around to other houses in the distance before he looks back to you with a grin “How about you come in tomorrow on your day off and you make it up to me” he says slyly.

You fold the stack in your hand and bring it to your purse. “Okay if that will make us even” you say matter of factly. He flashes you a charming smile “It’s a date then” he says stepping back from your car “And tomorrow call me Austin” he says as you pull out of the driveway of his estate.

You can’t quite put your finger on it but the whole interaction felt a little off. But maybe he was just nervous about what Alisa may have said to him.

If he needs your help with his sweet kids tomorrow you’re all for it. You turn up the music to play on your way home.

Make It Up to Me

The next day during your morning college course you receive a text from Austin. “Come by at 6:30pm house unlocked” you knit your brow in confusion. Usually you arrive at 10am to help with the kids then it dawns on you it’s a weekday his kids are in school and probably have extracurriculars after so you type in “okay”

After classes you go to the gym and work out for an hour of cardio. You like to stay fit as a baby sitter if a kid can out run you, your toast.

You take your usual Monday cycling class and leave covered in sweat. You shower and open your locker to realize because of the work schedule change you didn’t pack street clothing. You left your apartment wearing your work out gear. Now instead of heading home you’re driving to Malibu.

“Shit” you say finding only a clean pair of black yoga shorts and a sports bra in your locker. “great job “ you murmur to yourself “Wear the skimpiest out fit to your employers house after you find out he probably takes photos of your ass” you roll your eyes at your luck.

Your strait laced thoughts suddenly start to slip as you try to think of when he would take the inappropriate pictures.

There was a time he had you climb a ladder in his storage room to carry down hoolah hoops for the kids. Then proceeded to have you all compete in the living room to see who was the fastest.

You were of course and he readily filmed it as you laughed trying to keep the rhythm of your hips going. His kids had already dropped theirs to the floor and were fumbling and giggling so you stopped to help them.

There was another instance when he installed a boot camp playground for his son before his birthday. He wanted you to test it out with the kids. You guys balanced on beams climbed ropes and had to shimmy on your belly’s under ropes through a sand pit. The low angle he filmed as you crawled didn’t make sense then.

Once somehow Daniel’s nerf football was thrown up into his tree house and the ladder had not been repaired. The kids would be dropped off in an hour and Mr. Butler was adamant you retrieve Daniels nerf football.

He followed you to the yard down the hill to the garden infront of the large tree with the custom house built into its branches. He hoisted you up by cupping and pushing your ass to get you higher. You laughed at the embarrassing way you needed to be helped. You finally wiggled into the tree house, throwing the nerf foot ball down.

You sat on the ledge and Austin gestured you to jump down to him ”please catch me, I don’t have independent health coverage” you joked. “If I break your bones I’ll mend them come to me” he gestured.

You jumped off landing into his arms both falling back onto the grass. His pupils were huge as you stared down at him panting and smiling. You quickly stood up and offered him your hand.

You realize you will definitely have to keep your distance he’s already been trying you.

But you really need this job. It’s saving your life right now he is your highest paying client by far. Your bills are paid your gym membership is renewed and you actually have a savings account.

You begin to wonder if your next employer will treat you as well and pay as much. It’s highly doubtful

You know the kids will be there today and you can leave early with a made up excuse before they fall asleep. Even on weekends you can just plan to leave early every time and should be completely safe.

You search through your locker again trying to find anything to cover you from wearing just sports bra and shorts to his house. You find a zip up black long sleeve jacket to match.

But it’s all form fitting accentuating your ass by covering your top and leaving your legs exposed. You shake your head in annoyance, it will have to do. You don’t have time to head back to because you thrive on being punctual. You tie up your hair in a pony tail and leave the gym.

You drive the route to Mr. Butlers estate with the windows rolled down listing to music. You pull up to his place at around 6:30. You walk in to the grandios living room to find the estate empty. No Austin, no kids, no maid, not anyone.

You reach in your purse and take out your phone texting Mr. Butler. “Where is everyone?” It takes a moment but you see the little dots moving showing he’s typing back. “movie room”. You’ve never been down there before. To make sure it’s not a danger zone you text him back “kids with you?” You await his response there isn’t one.

After a moment he finds you in the living room and smiles as he sees you “It felt kind of weird texting you and were in the same house…” his voice trails off seeing what your wearing

You tug down your sleeve and clutch you purse closer to your body “Sorry it’s unprofessional of me I know but I’ve never been here during a weekday and I forgot to pack the extra clothing.“

He makes a hmm sound looking you over in amusement “You must work out a lot to have legs like that” he compliments and your face flushes. “Don’t be shy about it” he says grinning as he walks by you to the kitchen.

He’s wearing sweats and a black tee but youve always eyed he’s in very good shape himself. He pulls a bottle of wine tucking it under his arm and pulls two Reidel glasses out. “Come watch a movie with me” he says innocently. “Mr. Butler..I mean Austin, with all do respect I can’t.” He eyes you mischievously. “You believe everything an eight year old tells you?” Your face flushes Alisa totally ratted to her daddy.

He has a knowing smile that you return because how did Mr. Butlers ex-wife even have access to his phone?

Maybe Alisa’s mom had it wrong, sometimes moms exaggerate to their kids to villainize daddy. Austin seems very kind.

He motions you to join him and this time you follow him down the stairs to the movie room. He pushes open the doors with his back and it opens to a theater space with five rows of black custom movie couches, it’s a small amphitheater.

“Holy fuck” you say before covering you mouth cursing infront of a client. Your previous clients the Milanos movie theater fails in comparison to this.

Along the back wall he has framed posters of every movie he’s starred in. You begin walking along and inspecting each one.

He approaches you from behind and hands you a glass of wine. “Oh thank you … but I’m not allowed to drink, well I’m legally not allowed to drink until next year .” you smile shyly as your face flushes. The way he stares at you in disbelief makes you feel awkward “You’ve never even had a drink?” He asks lowering his tone.

You tuck your hair behind your ear feeling the heat rising to your face as you try to explain.

“Well I was always honor roll and very goal oriented, not much time for friends. Then I got accepted to a great college on a scholarship. My room and board is paid by it so I really only have time to do my course work, workout ,and come to your house Mr. Butler. From what I can see, drinking kind of makes people wild and crazy and dumb anyway it never really interested me.”

He smiles “Well maybe they are drinking hard liquor this is wine, it’s not instant like a shot, it takes a while to build in your system“

You pry more “if hard liquor makes you crazy, what does wine feel like?” You ask intrigued.

“Mmm like a really mellow mood, no more stress no more anxiety you can just be yourself.” He smiles.

You mull it over staring into the red liquid, thinking about how anxious you are waiting for his kids to get here already. Maybe just a glass. You lift it to sip and he gestures you not to.

“This is a nice bottle when you drink you have to cheers to something.” He proclaims.

“Oh..” you say not familiar with drinking customs. Your mind draws a blank. His eyes squint for a minute until he catches a thought “To a great working relationship” he says and it makes you smile and cheers him clinking glasses then taking a drink. He rests his glass down “You really are phenomenal the kids adore you by the way”. He admits.

You both look over at his Elvis movie poster you have been standing in front of. “You ever seen this?” He asks because of your age. “No I haven’t are you good in it?” He nearly snorts his wine as he takes a sip. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “I almost won an Oscar” He exclaims profoundly. ”That’s what we’re gonna watch then” he says leaving you to set everything up in the theater.

He sits center mid row and you sit next to him on the black custom theater couch putting your purse on the table rest of your seat.

You wait as he finds the film in his catalogue with his universal remote then dims the lights. The theater is completely dark and silent.

He refills your wine glass as the credits start. It’s a very haunting Elvis melody. Followed by a montage of him dressed as Elvis. Finally you see him “Wow you look so different with black hair, you say but the theater has surround sound speakers.

He can’t quite hear you so he turns the volume down. You begin divulging too much feeling a bit dizzy ”Oh Mr. Butler no I don’t want to ruin the movie you don’t have to turn it down I was just saying you look so different with black hair it really brings out your eyes. You have very pretty blue eyes” you say staring at him a little too long in the dim lighting.

You wonder why you are suddenly turned on and shake the thought from your head. He listens to your tipsy rambling and smirks refilling your glass. “I’ve seen this movie over a dozen times I’d rather hear you talk honestly” he admits glancing over at you affectionately.

The movie continues to play at a lower volume the bright flashing colors and lights are a dizzying spectacle to your eyes.

Him wearing green, him wearing pink, him jiggling his dick on the screen. “Wait what?” You exclaim. As you sit up he laughs. “I swear I just saw! Oh!! You did it again” you rest back in your chair wondering why you are becoming wet.

The movie continues and you are fully invested in every word he says. His southern drawl is resonating in your ears.

He pours you a glass one more time as the Trouble scene comes on smiling to himself. When the scene shows him on stage you are already labored breathing because he looks so good in eyeliner. As he begins to sing and then dance on the sceeen you audibly gasp.

Why is it so sexual isn’t this the 50s? You watch as he kneels and rises from the floor as women in the audience on screen reach for his cock“ holy fuck “ you say out loud as you pant heavily.

You wonder if he can really do that… inside of you. You squirm in your seat too heavily aroused “Fuck Mr. Butler.. I mean Austin” you say a little slurred and he pauses the movie on the scene when he’s in the cop car.

“Mr.B- -Austin I didn’t eat and I worked out and I had the wine and now I feel really weird…oh god!” you exclaim standing up from the couch “The kids what time is it!”

He stands with you and watches as you try to steady your balance. “The kids aren’t coming” he admits. “What?!” You exclaim louder than you intended trying to focus your eyes feeling like they are vibrating.

“The kids aren’t coming because it’s a week day” he says looking at you as if you got the plans wrong.

You go over in your mind how he handed you the money and you try to remember his exact words ‘Come on your day off and make it up to me’ you realize he wants you to make it up sexually. You take a step back “Oh god Mr. Butler” —-“ Austin” he interjects

You take another step back “Mr. Austin I can’t - - ” he cuts you off again “just -Austin” he says.

Your back hits the wall behind you in a pathetic attempt to avoid his alluring aura. He places his hands to the wall on either side of your head cornering you and standing so closely you can smell his cologne.

“I tried luring you in so many ways but you were just so professional you never relaxed your guard around me. But I finally figured out how to loosen you up.” He says with a smile.

He stares into your eyes with a burning intensity wanting to watch your reaction as he admits it

“A pinch of ecstasy in a full glass of wine.” He smirks

“What!” You exclaim in shock that he’s already drugged you. He smiles “A good girl like you wouldn’t even know what was happening to her.” He confesses with an alluring smile.

He lowers his head next to your ear “Why do you think you’re having so much fun?” he whispers to you as a strange sensation falls over your body.

He smiles against your ear and hovers his mouth over your neck fanning your sensitive skin as he speaks "You didn't leave me another way to have you.....it’s a shame I had to make it this way." He says as he licks his tongue in a trail along your neck.

You go weak and cover with chills as he starts to kiss and suck your neck making your body begin to tingle all over especially between your legs. It suddenly makes sense why the movie colors were so vivid and you felt shocks to your core that made you wet every second he was on screen.

You have fallen in to his trap.

Your breathing increases and you weakly put your hands on his firm chest trying to stop him but it's in vain. You can't fight the effect he has over you. The wine and the ecstasy make you completely surrender his touch, you want more of him as he wants more of you.

He reaches his hand between your legs and presses his fingers against your pussy. It radiates pulses of pleasure throughout your entire body. A small moan escapes your lips. “Your fucking soaked “ he says looking at his wet fingertips.

You grab his hand placing it back to your aching pussy wanting him to touch you more you are craving it but he smirks.

He brings his hand up to your throat placing it gently there instead gazing directly into your eyes knowing he has complete control to pervert you to his wishes.

“I never took a good girl Ike you to be such a slut” he teases and you whimper. “Go on beg your boss to touch you like a slut“ he commands. You slowly muster up the words “please… touch me”

You feel his hard cock press across your thighs instead making your core clench

“Is that what you want?" He asks leaning in to suck onto your neck again. “Yes! Please Mr.Butler touch me” your desperate tone makes his cock harder.

"What did I tell you about my name?" He asks rubbing his hand against your pussy. His touch sends shocks of pleasure radiating through your body distracting you from saying his name. "A-Austin!!" you finally cry out.

"You’re so cock drunk you can't even form words" he says smiling in amusement as he kisses his way up your neck to your lips. He takes you into an erotic kiss gaining instant access to your wanting mouth. He glides his tongue in and twirls it against yours while devouring your lips. He pulls you from the wall back into the aisle and pushes you down on the couch breaking his kiss and making you lay flat.

He holds your legs up pulling the band of your shorts to peel them off of you with your panties, leaving you half naked.

He climbs on top of you settling between your legs. His eyes are full of lust as you see them roam your body. He slowly unzips your jacket exposing your body in your sports bra. "Fuck you look incredible" he says trailing his hand down your stomach.

His left hand hooks his thumb into your sports bra pulling it up enough to let your tits out of their confinement. He gets his phone out of his pocket and takes a photo with flash.

You turn away as it hurts your sensitive eyes. Any dignity you had left was shattered as soon as he took the compromising photo. “Please delete it Austin!” you beg him with your entire career on the line if he shows anyone."Delete it?” He smirks “No, I’m gonna use it blackmail you into doing whatever I desire, and if you deny me it’ll be posted anonymously so everyone will know what a slut you really are” he confesses. “Austin please I’ll do what ever you say please don’t post the photo” you beg him almost in tears the photo would ruin you.

He smiles and squeezes one of your full tits then the other. He tugs at your nipples making you gasp “Our little secret then” He says enamored, he finally has you at his mercy.

Suddenly you feel him slowly sink two of his fingers in your tight cunt. He starts to pump them in pulling against a hard ridge inside that makes your hips buck up ."Austin!" you moan out as he sends shock of pleasure all over your body.

Your core gets tighter as he continues to finger you massaging your tight walls. You are heavily panting feeling the release of so many endorphins firing at once from the ecstasy.

Austin notices the way your legs tremble as your walls flutter against his fingers you’re going to cum. He increases his pace enjoying his wet knuckles smacking against your folds as you moan.

"Austin please don't stop!" you plead as you start to climax. He places his other hand across your pelvis pressing down and using his thumb to circle your clit.

You are high pitched moaning with your core so tight it feels like it will snap “cum for me “he commands and you clutch his wrist feeling how he shoves his finger inside of you as your orgasm.

You deeply moan as sparks explode in your core and radiate through your body. He continues to finger you into aftershock until your back arch’s from the couch as you cry out for him . Then he slows to a stop.“ I know I know” he says cooing at you as he caresses your jaw. It was an intense orgasm you are panting and shivering trying to regain your breath. You rest your head back on the couch in a daze.

The ecstasy in your system has increased your arousal to its peak you have lost all control over your body.

You watch Austin pull a condom from his pocket and tear it open. He reaches in the band of his sweats and releases his thick cock. "oh god..." you say in a shock because he is so well endowed

"Such a slut for letting your new boss fuck you like this" He says as he smiles at you. He presses the condom to the head of his cock and carefully rolls it down his shaft. He sees you eyeing his every movement. "Just a condom on the first time. In the application you sent in it said you are not on birth control, but we’re gonna fix that" he confesses.

Your eyes widen in shock as you whimper. You gave up so much information on your hiring form most that didn’t even pertain to the job. He knows: What college you go to, where your parents live, all of your social media handles, even your time of the month, among so many other things. He has it all thought out and trapped you officially.

“When Mr. Milano referred you to me, I was shocked he’d ever give you up , but with his divorce… no more kids no more babysitter.” He smiles “You were the hottest thing I’d ever seen. The picture he sent of you innocently smiling in your tennis outfit at his house.I pleasured myself to your photo right there at my bathroom sink.” He gazes lustfully between your legs “and now I finally get to try your sweet pussy”

You let out a moan as he settles between your legs and parts your thighs wider. He rests his chest to yours and aims his cock for your entrance. As he penetrates you grip his shoulders and cry out from the piercing of his size.

"MMm my good girl taking my cock so well..-fuck-..your so tight" he says as you gasp for air feeling the stretch. He slowly makes you take every inch of him until it’s too painful "it’s too much A-austin! Too m-much!!" you plead as your eyes well with tears and your nails dig into his shoulders.

You don't think you can handle it as you start to feel how big his cock is. "Be a good girl and take it all for me" he says as he trusts himself deep sinking in all the way to your core. Your back arcs but no sound escapes your throat from the pain as the ecstasy amplifies it.

He works into you your stunned body at a gentle pace “Don’t worry pretty girl…the pain will subside … and you will like it "he reassures you and plants kisses on your neck to distract you as he thrusts into you stretching your tight walls. After a moment his words are true the pain transforms into pleasure and he hears your sweet moans in his ears.

He puts his left hand on your hip increasing his thrusts pushing his deepest to hit your cervix. He turns your head exposing the other side of your neck to kiss and suck your most vulnerable spot creating a bruise.

He pins your hands above your head and tilts his hips thrusting at a deeper angle and increasing your moans. His hips begin smacking into yours as you cry out on each one of his thrusts.“ Austin I’m so closel” you admit in passion.“Gonna make you cum with me” he breaths. He increases his speed until he’s wracking your body with his plows. “I’m gonna cum!” You yell making his cock twitch. He groans as he pumps you full of his seed. He grips your shoulders for leverage and pushes even deeper. You both moan in unison as you orgasm.

He finishes panting heavily above you staring into your eyes. He is thoroughly satisfied and already wants to feel every ridge of your walls without a condom.

You look back up at him as you regain your breath, it was the best sex you ever had. “I’m gonna pull out now” he says and you nod as he slides his shaft back until his cock head slips out. You both moan from the loss of contact. He slowly stands from the couch and pulls the condom off of his cock until it snaps. He fixes his sweats and discards the condom in a lined bin.

You quickly find your panties and your shorts and pull them back on then you stand and zip up your sports jacket. Austin raises the lights to brighten the room as he turns all the other settings in the movie theater off with his universal remote. “Earlier when you mentioned you didn’t eat I wanted to feed you. Can I feed you now” He asks over his shoulder.

You collect your purse. “No I think I’ll just go home.” You say nervously. He turns to look at you then.

“I want you to stay” he offers but you shy away “Austin I have classes in the morning I really wasn’t planning for …all of this”

He approaches you slowly tucking his finger under your chin. He sees in your eyes you are too drunk to even leave his estate.

He smirks knowing you’ll have to stay the night and he’s going to enjoy you again and again. He also has something he can give you that will always get his way with you.

“How much do I owe you for baby sitting me then” he asks slyly looking away to retrieve his phone. He opens the app to transfer money directly to your account. He leaves the number space blank as he hands it to you.

You look up at him knowing it was the best sex of your life but the way he corrupted the situation and controls you with it. You decide to go all in, typing in the number you want and handing it back to him. Double your monthly salary.

His eyes light up in amusement and he immediately hits send. You are well worth it. He wants you more and he quickly thinks of a way to get you to stay during the week.

Your phone alerts the transfer is complete and your stomach jumps in excitement looking at the amount in your banking app. He smiles seeing how happy you are.

As your eyes meet he gazes at you lustfully “For that amount you’ll have babysit me for the rest of the week then.” He admits.

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Not so secret - Carmen Berzatto

Request / summary; hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on carmy where him and the reader are secretly dating. one day richie accidentally catches them making out, but they don't notice him. he's kinda shocked because knowing her (she's the typical shy good girl type) and carmen, he would have never expected it. but richie being richie can't miss on the opportunity so he soon starts making comments here and there, hinting at what he saw and teasing them. the rest is up to you.

AN: I see your vision and I love it.

Content Warnings; language, sexual innuendos.

The thing you had with Carmen had been going on for months. It was a relationship that was wild, and crazy. But it was also so romantic despite the sneaking around, hiding in the shadows of storerooms, and the stolen kisses. In fact, you think that made it all the more exciting. The hidden touches, Carmen's hand grazing gently across your back throughout the day for no one to notice. His sweet smirks as he sent you a text during family, one that made your cheeks go red and caused your muscles to tense in anticipation. But the rush of his lips on yours when you could be caught at any moment? That was your favourite.

And right now, you couldn't get enough of that feeling. Carmen's hands, hot and calloused, were all over you, seconds away from creeping underneath the fabric of your shirt, and just the concept of it was enough to race heat through your bloodstream. And Carmen was loving it just as much. Despite the chill of the freezer and the harsh metal of the shelves that you both kept bumping into, it was one of the highlights of his day. He can smell your shampoo, deep within his senses, and it's as though he's being wrapped in you, your presence pulling him down into a spiral of his favourite feelings. And God, he loves it. He loves the feeling of your hands pulling at his shirt, his apron, and his hair. He loves the way you taste, your tongue fighting with his, and he loves the harsh breaths you take as he kisses you deeply.

"I fuckin' love you," he mutters the words against your lips between each frenzied kiss, and he's entirely infatuated with your body, running his hands down your sides, fingers trailing up your back beneath your shirt. He's so caught up in the moment, in your tinted Chapstick leaving marks on his face and neck, that he doesn't hear the creaking of the freezer door or the fact that Richie has made an appearance on the scene.

The man stands with his mouth agape as he peaks through the gap in the door, smart enough not to swing the entry wide open for the others in the kitchen to see. He watches the way Carmy is clinging to your body for mere seconds, pressing you up against the shelves as the produce leans precariously, just waiting to fall the moment a frantic movement knocks it forward. And he witnesses the way you jump, Carmy's hands holding tight to your thighs as your legs find their way around his waist. And that's when Richie leaves, not wanting to intrude upon the rest. But he just can't quite believe it, and he laughs to himself as he moves away not entirely able to process what he just saw.

You, the quietest girl he's almost ever met, kissing Carmen Berzatto. You, someone, he doubted had ever run a red light, let alone had a secret relationship with her boss. But what really got him laughing was Carmen, a guy he thought he knew so well, getting hot and heavy in a freezer with one of his employees. Carmy Berzatto with his hands all over someone like that, practically dry humping you against the shelves. He just couldn't believe it, but he guessed that was why the both of you thought you could get away with it. Because it seemed like the most unlikely of situations.

Richie, however, just can't help himself and once the two of you emerge, leaving separately as to not cause suspicion, he's on you both like wildfire. "You good Cousin?" he places a hand on Carmy's back as he walks with the man through the restaurant. "You seem a little roughed up dude."

Instantly, Carmen's running a hand through his hair, over his shirt, trying to smooth himself out. "Yeah, Cousin. Tough day." He lets out a breath, and Richie catches the quick glance Carmen takes at you, trying not to laugh at the way Carmy looks as though he wants to jump you right there and then, despite what you'd just been doing moments ago.

For the rest of the day, Richie is watching, unable to stop small snorts from escaping whenever he catches a touch or two between you. He finds it just so humorous; the two of you together. When he thinks about it you are a perfect pair, a match made in heaven, though Richie doesn't believe in the thing. "Hey," Richie calls you over, making a show of checking the coast is clear before he speaks. "I saw Carmy go into the freezer earlier, he didn't come outta there for ages, d'ya think he's alright or should I pull him up on it?" his false concern runs free, and he finds absolute hilarity in the way your cheeks begin to heat, though your face remains deadpan.

"Maybe he just couldn't find something, it's getting unorganised in there." You mutter, adjusting the collar of your shirt as if it deserves all of your attention in this moment.

Richie nods, brows furrowing as though in thought. "Yeah, I did see a couple of crates toppled over in there earlier, shit's a mess." and with that he walks away, leaving you free to panic and squirm at your uncareful actions.

"We can't do things like this at work anymore." You mutter as the night air creeps into Carmy's apartment. You're tucked under the covers of his bed, limbs entangled with his and you can't help but think of how close you'd come to exposing your relationship. "Richie thinks there's something up with you."

Carmy hums, thinking it over in the darkness. "There's always something up with me, he knows that."

"Yeah, but still, we're taking a risk." Carmen can feel your breath fanning over his skin as you speak and as if on instinct, he holds you tighter.

"He doesn't know anything." his voice comes as a tired mumble, and he doesn't think he'll be able to keep himself awake for much longer. He's so much calmer when he's with you. You make it easier for him to relax.

"He gonna know something at some point." there's a sigh that leaves you with the words "We just can't keep doing this."

That makes Carmy's heart skip a beat and he sits up slowly, you following suit. He turns to face you, legs crossed under the covers. "So, you wanna give up on us?" He's worried you'll say yes, that he'll have to let you go, the one good thing he has right now slipping between his fingers like water running over his skin.

"I don't want to give up on us." his voice comes quiet but strong as he takes your hands in his own, trying to convince you to stay before you've even thought of leaving him.

"I don't want to give up Carm," Your hand squeezes his own in a sweet kind of reassurance. "We just can't keep messing around at work. Don't treat me differently, don't kiss me when we think no one's watching. We're gonna get caught if we keep this up, you know."

There's a silence between you, something of disappointment hanging in the air at the concept of no exhilarating make-outs in the storeroom, or out the back of the beef when things are quiet. "Yeah, I get it." Carmy pauses, his thumb running back and forth over your knuckles. "Do you think we should just come out with it?" His question is sincere, genuine but even in the darkness, he can see the hesitancy in your eyes. "But I don't want you to freak out if you don't want to." He adds the last part on quickly, hoping your panic might subside.

"Can we just see how tomorrow goes?" your brows are furrowed, and Camry can see it even with the absence of light. He brings a hand up, uses his thumb to smooth out the creases between your eyebrows as he nods.

"Sure, baby." with that he pulls you in, arms enveloping you and as lays back down, hoping things will all work out.

The next day Richie is back at it again, though he's noticed some changes already. He watches with eagle eyes, examining the way Carmen will reach for you out of instinct before he pulls back as if suddenly aware of personal space. Carmen still seeks you out during family, Richie notes, though you don't make as much eye contact, and there aren't as many gentle grazes of hands and knees underneath the table.

For a second Richie thinks he might have broken something, but then he remembers who he is, and he can't help but smile at the awkwardness. He can see through it, just how badly Carmy wants to be beside you at every second, and the glances you send his way aren't in any way subtle either.

"Hey," Richie settles himself beside Carmy as the man smokes a cigarette just outside the beef, nudging Carmy's shoulder roughly with his own. "You in the dog box, huh?"

Carmy looks more than confused, brows raised as he blows out smoke, "What?"

Richie nods back toward the door of the restaurant, watching closely to see his friend's reaction as he speaks. "Your little girlfriend mad at you or something?" he's testing the waters, and it's working by Richie's standards, Carmen's shoulders tensing.

"Girlfri—, cousin what—What girlfriend?"

Richie mouths your name, his smirk growing ever wider, though he tries to act as inconspicuous as possible. It's not working though because he finds too much humour in Carmen's relationship with you. He can see how the two of you would work but keeps thinking back to when he'd caught you both in action. He can't quite believe just how much the both of you can change when you need some relief.

Carmen mutters your name a few times, trying to process with his eyes locked on Richie's "What, no we're not a thing, Cousin. Friends, we're friends" he's stuttering a little, but acts as though it means nothing at all, and Richie lets out a small laugh, snatching the cigarette from Carmy's fingers to take a breath of it himself.

"Well, your friend has been distant today, hasn't she? So, what'd you do Cousin?"

"I didn't do shit Richie, fuck off."

To that, Richie calls bullshit, as Carmy takes his cigarette back. "Look man, I'm not judging. I've been in the dog box more than once with Tif—shit that's why I'm here right now." He nudges Carmen's shoulder again, looking out toward the street. "There's no shame in fucking up love bro."

"Love?" Carmen sounds shocked, and Richie bets that if he turned to face him, he would see the wide blue eyes of the Berzatto boiling with confusion. "What the fuck does love have to do with any of this?"

It's crazy to think that Carmen himself might not see it, though Richie is sure that he does. Carmen is hiding the fact that he's been making out with you in the storeroom, sure, but Richie doubts that the man has ever been able to hide just how in love he is with you. Even before he'd caught the both of you tangled in each other Richie swore he could see the deep affection within his close friend. He'd thought it was a platonic kind of feeling, a protective love that a companion would give to someone they cared for, but now Richie knows it's more.

"Carm, she's fucked you up bad, hasn't she?" he pats the man on the back before he stands, disappearing back inside the beef. He hears Carmy shout a 'the fuck's that s'posed to mean?' and he laughs it off as he leaves, heading next for you, to see how far he can push his suggestions.

"So, Carmy." Richie is leaning up against the stove, a dangerous task considering the elements are on and cooking yet another meal. "You mad at him or something?"

You look up briefly from your work, and Richie has to admit you have a better poker face than so many others he's tried to fool.

"No, I'm not mad at anyone." You're chopping up garlic with expert skill, and you seem so calm, though Richie notices your movements falter when he speaks again.

"Really? Cause' you seemed all over him the other day, and now? I dunno, different vibe I guess." He's acting preoccupied, but he's not doing it particularly well, and he's sure you see right through him, but he sees right through you just the same.

"I'm not mad at him Richie." you wipe the excess garlic from your knife with a gloved finger, before moving onto your next task, Richie following behind you.

"So, you admit you were all over him?" He's got one eyebrow raised in question and he's so close to spilling everything he knows, but he wants to know how far you'll go to lie for what you have with Carmy.

You shake your head, and though Richie can't see your face he knows you're panicking just a little. "I didn't admit anything, Richie. You're fucking insane."

"Oh yeah, sure you didn't." He's teasing you and he knows he's so far underneath your skin that you can't possibly reach him without slipping up.

"Fuck off." you're trying to outrun him it seems, knowing that he's behind you asking questions makes you work faster as if to escape the assault.

"Defensive? Got something to hide?" He knows he's gone past the point of joking now and that it has to be obvious that he knows something if not everything.

"Cousin," Suddenly Carmy has come to the rescue as if he can sense your distress from across the kitchen, and Richie catches the warning look you give him. "Stop bothering my chef and get back to work."

Richie scoffs, arms folding over his chest in mock disbelief. "Your chef? She's your chef now?"

"Yes, Cousin," At some point Carmy has stepped in front of you, and the protective stance is doing nothing to kill the rumours Richie is trying to start. "She's my chef, I employ her, I pay her—"

"And you fuck her too." Richie finishes, and the look on both your and Carmy's faces is what he would deem to be priceless. "Yeah, I saw you two the other day, hot and heavy with the fucking frozen beef stock," he says it so matter of factly and the heads of everyone else in the kitchen seem to turn, staring wide-eyed.

"You two are doing it?" it's Tina, holding her ladle mid-way to her mouth as though she was about to taste her sauce not a moment before the announcement.

Carmy watches you shrink into yourself, the embarrassment creeping in and he shakes his head. This wasn't how you'd planned to do this, in fact, you hadn't planned to tell any of them yet at all, but the world, and Richie had other plans.

"We're not just doing it," Carmy shouts, loud enough to alert everyone in the kitchen who has their ears straining to hear. "And I would appreciate it if we didn't over-simplify things."

"Well, then what is going on?" it's Ebra, shouting from over a shelf with Fak by his side, trying to act as though he isn't invested in this turn of events.

Carmy looks to you for permission, and you nod because there really is no avoiding this anymore.

"I don't want any of you to make a big deal out of this," Carmy begins, moving back to take your hand in his own. "But this is my fucking girlfriend alright?" he gestures to you just to make a point of it, before moving on. "Now get the fuck back to work."

There's a loud cheer from Fak, who has a wide grin plastered over his features, hands clapping like an amused child. "I knew it, I knew it."

"You didn't know shit, Neil." Richie comments, practically spitting the words back at the man. He's cut off from saying anything else though when Carmy hits him in the gut, hard and fast. Richie wheezes, doubling over and giving Carmy the perfect chance to scold him.

"You're a fucking asshole, Cousin." he's mad, and the emotion is radiating off of him in waves, though the feeling is solely focused on Richie, and he can't deny that the heaviness in Carmy's words makes him a little nervous, though he acts as though it doesn't.

"Yeah, yeah, I wasn't the one slacking off work to get all touchy-feely with my girl." the statement might have had impact if not for the fact Carmen had already walked away, pulling you outside before anyone else could say a word.

"You okay?" Carmy has his hands on your shoulders, squeezing with a kind of reassurance he has found he can only give to you and though you find it a little hard to breathe, there's a sort of relief there too.

"Yeah," your voice comes as a mutter, and the fresh air on your skin holds you close, just as Carmy brings you into his own embrace.

"I know you didn't wanna tell anybody. I'm sorry—" he pauses, placing a kiss on your hair, relishing in the feeling of your arms around him and your hands splayed out across his back. "I know I make things hard, shit I'm not the best person to do this with but, you know I love you right?" He's a hopeless mess, and the sound of his voice, the words he's saying seem to echo through the bustling streets.

"Carmy," looking up at him is like an illusion, he's like a figure of your imagination, art your mind created to give you peace. "You are the only person I would ever want to do this with—this love thing, I wouldn't do it without you."

Everything you say is true, and Carmy tries to soak up every word like a sponge. He wants to write it all down, he wants to ask you to say it again. But he doesn't. He just kisses you, soft and sweet, and tries to memorise the way you smile against his lips, sharing laughter with him as everything sinks in.

The secret's out, but something about it is just as thrilling as when you were hiding it all, and for the first time in a while Carmen is properly excited about what is to come.

CARMEN BERZATTO TAGLIST: @thrutheburnout @diorrfairy

GENERAL TAGLIST: @candywh0r3 @caplanreadss @s00buwu @hiya-itsamber

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Thigh obsessed hotch 👀 and his hands are big enough to cover so much surface. It's the first place his hand goes whether you're under him or in his lap, his palm and fingertips tracing from your knee to your back side before gripping a generous handful. His favourite place to be is with his face buried between your thighs sometimes he holds on so tight he leaves behind fingerprint bruises 🥵 yeah I agree thigh hotch gimmie

Yes yes yes!!!

he loves making your plush thighs a pretty canvas for bruises and hickies that only he can see :,))))

Is there anything better than that? YES!!!!!! Aaron giving you head- while keeping that Iron Grip™️ on your thighs- until your legs are TREMBLING😝

It’s def a comfort thing to Aaron too, not just about sex. He’s 1000% the kinda guy to tuck his hand between your thighs when he’s driving! Sometimes his hands naturally gravitate to your thighs, softly squeezing them to ground him or just to keep his hands busy.

OH OH OH AND Aaron’s eyes bugging out of his head when he sees Jack fall asleep on your lap, head resting on your thighs because you couldnt hold him because you had stuff you need to use your hands for! Aaron loves you and Jack so much, and knowing you’re great with kids just makes Hotch want to give you some more ;)

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crystalflygeo · 11 months

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Intoxicating desire ft Baizhu + gn!reader

cw/tags: This one is more sensual/suggestive than straight up smut tbh. Reader has some experience while Baizhu doesn't and is guided along. Biting kink (reader giving) making out, slight dry humping I guess?? dirty talk if you squint?? idk what to tag

notes: Feeling a little odd/unsure about this one but a little someone inspired me to just post it ehhhh hope someone likes it. Guess it also counts as a lil revenge againts that someone hmmmm. Also yes I like to bite I want to bite him xdcgbhjnmkas. He'll be fine..... probably

“Just tell me if it’s too much” You smiled, warm yet mischievous.

Baizhu is panting already.

The two of you have barely done anything in all honestly, but just the fact of being here, now, with you. Doing this. It was enough to make all his thoughts scatter out of control.

You back a little but still nuzzle at his neck “Are you ok? Your breathing is harsh.”

Your voice is low, velvet, he can feel your breath ghosting at his skin and it makes him shiver. “…Y…Yeah” He manages.

“Should we stop?” There is concern in your tone and you scoot back a little from the spot sitting at the bed, avoiding contact as to not overwhelm him.

Instead, Baizhu pulls you closer eager for the grounding feeling he gets from you, slotting your hips together.

“No… it’s fine.”

Your cheeks warm up as you stare at his sharp golden eyes. One of his hands cups your face and your own arms surround his neck, though you take note of the fast pace of his heart “Are you sure? There’s no need to force it.”

Baizhu just nods, then pulls you in for a kiss. He really doesn’t feel up to talking. Right now, he wants to feel you as close as you can get.

You smile into the kiss and your hands start roaming, fumbling a little with his top. It’s intoxicating… these feelings.

You just want more.

Baizhu inhales sharply and his skin prickles with goosebumps as you slip your hands under his clothes, you lean in once more to kiss at his neck again.

“Ah… darling, what are you…?”

You bite down and Baizhu gasps.

You lap and suck at his neck softly, almost ticklish, threading your hands through his beautiful long green locks, and he shifts awkwardly. It feels so good. Once you’re done with that spot you move to another place down to his shoulder.

“Hng-” He’s desperately trying to stifle any sound wanting to escape from his mouth. Though that doesn’t stop the whimpers caught in his throat, reacting to his quickly heating cheeks.

“Holding back isn’t going to do you any good.” You suddenly mention, and he can almost picture your sly grin. “The whole point is for you to test out all these sensations.”

Baizhu’s glad you’re focused on his neck, he was sure he’d die if you saw his red face.

Both of your hands are at his bare torso now, they’re warm and incredibly soft making him shiver, until you lightly run your nails across his skin. A moan spills out of his mouth, low and needy, and he’s overwhelmingly embarrassed.

What kind of person gets so shamelessly turned on from just a touch like that? He feels stupid. Stupidly exposed. Stupidly turned on.

“Does it feel good?”

Don’t ask something like that!

He doesn’t answer and instead rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting softly. In response you bite again, lower on his collarbone and your right hand brushes down on his pants daringly. He gasps sharply in surprise, a burning heat settling in his stomach.

“Bai come on, tell me.” You mumble with a pout.

Oh, you’re not playing nice.

He nods, head buzzing with pleasure. “Nnng-... Hmmm” He can barely think straight. He just feels. Feels your hands teasing, your hair tickling his skin, your weight pressing on his body, your breath, your lips, his heart rattling, and he feels hot, so hot.

Suddenly his back presses against something soft yet firm: the bed covers. And he realizes he’s now lying on his back while you straddle his hips. Your mouth is hot and you whispers tiny things -he doesn't even know what anymore- while your lips work on his skin.

Baizhu's hands find their way onto your hips and they rest there while you kiss him. Right then you decide to bite yet again (you’re certainly keen on marking him aren’t you?) and his fingers dig on your sides.

You shiver in response and murmur in his ear, and he tries his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding.

And then.

Then you grind your hips slowly and his breath catches.

He groans, deep and throaty, and involuntarily bucks into you, cock twitching in his pants.

"Sweet Archons" You hiss out. Clothes and all, you can feel him, and you want him so badly.

There is a pause, a moment of silence as both of you seem to catch your breaths and process what is happening. You look at the man lying under you, he's a totally new sight, so much different from the usual calm and collected Doctor of Liyue you know and love. Instead, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat already forming, his eyebrows twitch slightly, golden viperine eyes staring right back at you and you can feel the lingering passion, excitement, lust.

For a moment you simply stare, as if analyzing him, peering deep into his being and committing this moment to memory, and it only makes him blush harder, his face getting way too hot. He finally averts his gaze in an attempt to calm down.

At that you blink back to reality, quickly pulling back and away from him -although reluctantly- giving him some space and rubbing at your arm awkwardly, biting your lip in apprehension. Did you just- That was- What was that? Did you go too far? Too fast?

“Um… w-woah” You babble. “Ah s-sorry! I promise I’ll take it slow...” ‘And control myself’ you add in your head, shoulders raising in embarrassment as you curled up and hide your face.

You shake your head, pushing that aside and turning to him.

“Baizhu...?”

The green-haired man lays still dazed and flustered, arm draped over his clearly red-hot face, still catching his breath, he gives a light cough an clears his throat “Hmmm you’re going to be the death of me, my dear...”

At that, of course, you promptly face-plant on a pillow.

#baizhu smut #baizhu x reader #baizhu x you #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #crys writes #gn reader #I feel like Baizhu comes off as too... hmmm.... submissive?? to my liking #I'm so sorry #he's just sensitive ok this is the first time he's overwhelmed shhh #xdfcvhnk why am I self-conscious about this lmao #I want to bite his tummy #he can bite me back s'okay #hehehehee

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draw-the-squad-like-this · 1 month

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Has this one been submitted before? Probably

Draw your squad like this

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ride-a-dromedary · 6 months

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Halsin would tell you to go touch grass but mean it 100% sincerely.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin Posting #Halsin #go touch some grass and maybe you'll calm down #and someone just reacting so negatively to that like well you don't need to be sassy #and halsin is like ??? i'm..i'm telling you to go outside and it'll make you feel better?#i keep imagining halsin sneaking out of the elfsong to go hide in the park because it's the closest he can get to feeling #even remotely comfortable in the city and you just find him on his back staring at the peeks of sky and he looks so much better #than he did when his shirt collar was choking him and the pavement beneath him felt like a death sentence #i feel like people really get on his case for being so upset in the city and criticizing it but like...the man is literally wilting there #he's suffocating - it's like...well...like putting a bear in a cage #and expecting him to perform for you #he will be angry and wounded and try to escape #and only when you've completely throttled him into submission - broken him completely - will he stop fighting you

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 months

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hi! i’d love to request a blurb with lip gallagher x northside!reader with prompt 26."You don't want them to hear, do you?" and m. Keeping the relationship a secret

thank you <33

Forbidden Fruit.

college!lip gallagher x northside!female reader

warnings - smut. cursing.

written for my 5k celebration - post here, masterlist here, inbox here.

You were doing so well.

You got up bright and early, put on the outfit you’d picked out last night, did your hair and makeup all pretty. Ate breakfast, drank a coffee, packed your stuff and set off on your walk.

You were finally going to turn up to your 9am class on time.

And then you bumped into Lip Gallagher.

“Hey, northside. Where you goin’?”

“To class, Lip. Which is where you should be going. We have a test next week.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine.”

You roll your eyes, scoffing.

“Sure, smartass. I’m gonna be late. See you around.”

“Tonight?”

You take a deep breath.

“No. I told you last week was the last time, Gallagher. I’m not doing it anymore.”

Lip gives you the look. It makes your skin prickle, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Your breathing picks up, chest heaving as you refuse to break eye contact. You won’t let him win.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Now, he’s got you pressed up against the door of a tiny storage room on campus, one hand covering your mouth and the other one with two fingers curled inside you.

“Shh, baby. You don’t want them to hear, do you? Their northside angel, getting fingered in a janitors closet…” he clicks his tongue. “What would they say, hmm?

All you can do is whine and keen, squirming against him. His body is pressing yours into the cold wood, face smushed against the door. His fingers keep up their rhythm, thumb pressing against your clit in firm circles. You can hear how wet you are, and it would be embarrassing if you weren’t so turned on.

“Please, Lip.”

“Fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg for it. Whore.”

He says it so affectionately, pressing a kiss into your temple.

“You’re almost there, huh?”

You nod frantically, grinding your hips down into his fingers. The hand that was covering your mouth moves to rest on your throat, squeezing gently.

“Come on, baby. Let it go for me.”

“Atta girl, that’s it.”

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Make a mess for me, you got it.”

“There we go. Good girl. You look so pretty when you come, angel.”

You come so hard you see stars, squeezing his fingers like a vice. He talks you through it, low, murmured words spoken right into your ear.

You relax, going loose against the door. Lip holds you up, both arms around your waist. Turning in his hold, you lean up to kiss him, groaning when he slips his tongue into your mouth.

“Take me home, Lip. Want you to fuck me.”

He chuckles, pressing his lips into your neck.

“What about class? Thought we had a test next week.”

“We’ll be fine,” you wink, linking your fingers with his and dragging him down the hallway.

#submission #murphy’s 5k celebration #lip gallagher x y/n #lip gallagher x reader fluff #lip gallagher x you #lip gallagher x reader smut #lip gallagher smut #lip gallagher fluff #lip gallagher x reader #lip gallagher imagine #shameless smut #shameless x reader #shameless imagine #lip gallagher blurb #lip gallagher oneshot

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yandere-toons · 3 months

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A funny thought crossed my mind while looking at your current requests

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shiftythrifting · 5 months

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T-shirt at my work

#shiftythrifting #submission #thrifting #shirts #I imagine this is related to teaching kids farming but I lol'd #religion #apparently

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chaoticace2005 · 2 months

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Vox: Could you be quiet? I'm trying to think!

Alastor: Ah, I expect this to take a while then. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

#imagine if when vox is thinking that loading page plays #submission #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel memes #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #alastor hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #vox #alastor

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cheqorb · 19 days

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MER-LOVE, 1.1 ft. reo, isagi, bachira, chigiri, nagi

request: “Hi hi!! I decided to take you up on your offer and request a part two to the Mer-love fic. This time can you add in reo and what would they do if researcher!reader brought someone along with them, like a co-worker and they think it’s reader’s partner?”

warnings: none

notes: jealousy hcs are always fun to write, thanks for requesting!! also to the people not interested in this au, don’t worry i’ll be posting other stuff soon anyway. i just want to get people’s requests finished & completed before i start writing my own ideas again <3

mer-love! masterlist here

on occasion, you see REO coming to drag nagi off your boat if he overstays his welcome there, or if he thinks the lazy bastard needs a swim break before he dries out in the sun. you don’t mind him, he’s very polite and as a first impression; you would say he’s a solid guy. the type you can rely on.

the merman initially presents himself as the epitome of confidence and elegance, but as you get to know him better, his playful and more down-to-earth nature shines through. while there’s not necessarily a huge gap between the two, he definitely felt like he was trying to keep up appearances as the former personality. you suppose it’s a good thing he came out of his shell, because he visits you a lot nowadays! sometimes, you think even a bit too often. he usually comes with a multitude of gifts in his arms: stuff like pearls and any other valuable treasures from the ocean depths, etc.

like isagi, he willingly engages in conversation and shows a genuine interest in your research (particularly the financial aspects…) so that’s definitely a plus. it’s very sweet of him regardless, so being a charmer must just be part of his personality.

as the days pass, your boat becomes a second home for not just one, but two mermen—reo and the ever-present nagi, albeit with varying levels of enthusiasm for most things. their banter is oddly nostalgic, it’s like your back at the lab, chatting with the colleagues who don’t piss you off (it gets a bit lonely without the mermaids to talk to).

unbeknownst to you however, during those quiet moments when nagi drifts off to sleep and the conversation wanes, reo's attention shifts to you. as he observes your funny mannerisms and habits, he can't help but find them endearing. from your animated hand gestures, to the way you absentmindedly twirl a strand of hair, every detail captures his attention and leaves him quite captivated.

all in all, reo’s quite the sweetheart once you’re closer to him! let’s hope it’ll last.

i imagine that you’d bring someone who you’d trust to keep this a secret from the higher ups, as well as a close friend of yours. so, what you consider innocent gestures like leaning over their shoulder, sitting together while eating, look quite misleading from a mermaid’s perspective. (especially if their love language was physical touch/in mermaid society or whatever, you’re only doing those types of things with your lover…)

REO would be mortified at the sight of them. who is this person? why the hell did they come along with you? why are you talking to them?? please (and i stress this) don’t tease him by saying, “oh, haha, they’re my s/o” as a joke, he would actually rather die. unlike the others, he seems openly irritated with your friend’s presence and isn’t scared to voice it. to the point your colleague is like ‘wtf did you tell this guy about me’.

ISAGI is the most ‘normal’, rationalising that they’re probably just a coworker that you know. he’d only get antsy if your partner decides to get a little too close to you. even as chill and unassuming as he may be, isagi’s still got a pretty nasty ego on him. may or may not curse your coworker’s entire generation for the rest of eternity.

BACHIRA would be friendly at first, acting all smiles and being his usual chatty self. but if your coworker decides to try anything the merman deems too…unprofessional, they’ve got another thing coming for them. he’ll snap at their fingers, or tear them off. jk, but he wouldn’t be thrilled by it for sure. kinda just sits on a rock, lost in his own thoughts for a while.

CHIGIRI would pretend not to care at first, but it’s obvious by the glares he throws their way and the way his sarcasm seems to triple when talking to them that he doesn’t like them. seriously, why this person? he simply tries to get your attention on him at first, until that doesn’t work and he decides to ‘accidentally’ chuck water onto their face.

NAGI couldn’t care less at first, key word: at first. but then you’re paying them more attention that you do him and his brain subconsciously makes up excuses to why he doesn’t like them, granted some of these could be plausible but others are just straight up mean. their voice is so grating he can’t sleep, their figure is blocking the sunlight shining on him, among other things. get them off your boat. now >:(

#submission #[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — writing #[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — bllk #[ 𐙚 ] CHEQ. — mer-love!#blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock x y/n #reo x reader #reo mikage x reader #reo x you #mikage reo x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #chigiri x reader #nagi x reader

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mayfieldss · 9 months

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If only you knew, I can see you - Carmen Berzatto

Content Warnings; language, sexual innuendos, small fights, the not-so-subtle Taylor Swift lyrics. Mentions of blood / minor injuries, and Carmy shouting his lungs out.

Summary: [ requested by @diorrfairy ]- hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on Carmy where him and the reader are secretly in love with each other. she particularly gets turned on when he's screaming in the kitchen, giving out orders and being bossy. and even though she doesn't know, he's noticed the way she looks at him when he's like that.

AN; I was so excited to write this concept, so thank you for sending it in. Also, I need him carnally. (I am so sorry about the end, I went kind of feral, and I feel as though I need to apologise)

Carmy had never been in love before, and honestly, he didn't know how he was supposed to tell what love was when around someone like you. But he knew that he liked you more than words could describe, and he knew that it was impossible for you to feel anything near the same. But somehow, he'd caught wind of something that might indicate otherwise.

Mid-day, on Tuesday. It had yet to reach the middle of the week, and the restaurant was packed to the brim for a reason unbeknownst to Carmy. He couldn't quite believe it, the stacks of people piling out the door to get a sandwich of all things. But Carmy was determined to serve every one of them because business was good, and he couldn't afford to turn a single customer away.

This idea, however, this impossible task set before every chef to serve every person, had its downfalls.

"Where the fuck is Marcus?" Carmy is moving fast, faster than he thinks he's ever moved in a kitchen of this size, shifting from station to station. "Where are the fuckin' cakes?"

He's being loud and not particularly nice, but Carmy can't afford nice right now. Not until the customers outside get what they ordered.

"Chef!" Carmy shouts your way, "Where the fuck are the onions?" His brows are raised in expectancy, and he stands waiting for your reply.

"Tina is on onions, Chef." You wave to her as you shift past Sydney and Carmen finds himself rushing over to your station.

"Behind, behind, god dammit, fucking behind!" The continuous shouts of the word fall from him as he moves past Richie and Ebra, headed straight for you.

"You got the peppers?" He asks, leaning over your shoulder, his breath brushing against your ear as he does so. He watches your shoulder shift, glancing at the chopping board that so clearly holds what he needs. He nods to you, "Good." And then he takes them away, whisking them off to a pot across the kitchen, despite the one by your side.

That was the first time Carmy noticed it. The way you looked at him differently. You didn't seem scared of his shouting, though, he couldn't be sure, but he thought there was something else behind your eyes. Something similar to how he would secretly look at you when he knew you couldn't catch him. So, weeks later, when the same situation occurs, a different day with different yet similar stakes, Carmy takes note of your reactions.

"We're moving too fucking slow, c'mon Chefs, move it. Now!" He hates to yell at them, but really, he's got no other choice than to raise his voice in the kitchen because, in truth, everyone else is being just as loud.

"Fuck!" His shout is deafening as he moves through the kitchen "Three more beef all-day chefs!"

Everyone in the kitchen choruses back to him, and he's grateful for the fact that they are at least listening to the important parts, but still, the stress keeps gathering inside of him like water filling his lungs. "Richie! What the fuck are you doing?" the man is standing with the freezer door open, looking inside as if he's a child at the fridge. Richie turns when he hears Carmy call him though, shrugging his shoulders.

"Hate to break it to you cousin, but the freezer ain't freezing shit."

That's Carmy's last straw, and suddenly the panic is spilling out of his mouth in a chorus of curses and orders. "Richie, bring out all the meat. All of it, and somebody call fucking Fak!" He takes a breath, snatching up a crate of vegetables as he moves. "Please." He adds, though his tone is still just as sharp.

And that's when he sees it, sees you out of the corner of his eye. You're watching him as you stir a pot at your station, and it seems as though you're holding your breath. Holding your breath just like he holds his own when he sees you. And for a split second, in the middle of his anger, he thinks he might have a chance. But then you exhale and go back to your work as if you hadn't been eyeing him up at all.

But he noticed. He knows what he saw. He's sure of it, isn't he?

He's right of course. You're just as infatuated with him as he is with you, but he can't ever know it. He's your boss after all and a relationship with him? Well, that would end more than messy. And yet you can't help but watch him, the way his hands and arms flex as he works. The way the veins in his neck show themselves as he shouts, voice booming—and if you dare to say it—hot.

He can't notice, and you don't think that he does.

The day continues the way it started, stressful and intense and when Fak finally arrives to fix the freezer Carmy has to resist the urge to give Richie an earful as the man stands talking to him, wasting time. But Richie doesn't shut up, and Carmy doesn't think it's actually possible for him to do so, and with each word that leaves his lips, he prevents Fak from getting to work on the broken freezer.

"Richie!" He yells from his station, "Please, for the benefit of everyone here, shut the fuck up!" His voice is strong, deep and when Richie ignores him it only makes things worse. "Cousin, I swear to god—"

"What're you gonna do Carmy? What are you gonna do? Because by the looks of it, you're too caught up in your fancy sauces to fuck with me right now!" Richie belts the words back, and it's a warzone suddenly as the two battle it out with words. Carmy has moved on to serving, organising each ingredient into its respective sandwich with you at his side, sliding freshly cut ingredients his way.

"Believe it or not Cousin, you don't own this place. I do, and I will kick your ass out of it if you don't be fucking quiet!"

Carmy can feel his face flush with anger, but what's more, is that he can see the red in your own cheeks. The nervous shuffling as you slide over a bowl of beef, trying not to make eye contact. But Carmy dares you to, and he keeps his eyes on you for one second, then two, until you look up, and he can see it. The large gulp as your eyes meet his, the way you bite the inside of your cheek, almost subtle enough for him not to see. He looks away but wants to push things further, he wants to test his theory without being too obvious. So, he brushes past you, a hand on the small of your back as he does. "Behind." He mutters, and the action is so simple, so common that he knows it shouldn't mean anything unless of course, his theory is right.

He witnesses your breath catch at his touch, and your quiet yet long exhale when his hand leaves your body, and somehow, he just knows. He hopes he's not reading into it; he hopes it's true because he wants you just as badly if it is. He might be in love with you, though he's never said such a thing, and God he hopes that there's something there.

"You alright, Chef?" he turns back to you once he's grabbed what he needed, still in a rush as he plays this chess game. You nod and Carmy sees it again, the harsh swallow as your nerves pick up. He catches you then, gaze falling to his hands as they move and he didn't take you for the kind of person to acknowledge such things, but he's seeing it all now.

Before Carmy can say anything, Richie speeds past, ignoring almost every rule of the kitchen as he does. The man's arm knocks into you, pushing you forward and Carmy watches first-hand as the knife you were using to chop up ingredients slices against the palm of your hand. You hiss out in pain, and instantly Carmy is on Richie like a guard dog.

"Cousin, what the fuck?" Carmy pushes him back, snatching at a roll of paper towels to clean the blood in the split second it takes Richie to respond.

"Hey Carm, chill out, will you?" The man raises his hands in defence.

"You're supposed to say 'behind' you fucking moron! Congratulations you just caused another damn casualty." Carmy glances back to you, holding your hand over the sink as the water runs red over your palm. "You know what, Cousin? Go get the first aid kit, do something for once!"

Carmy can feel the heat coursing all throughout his body, the anger moving through his veins, and somehow Richie can see that talking back is a bad idea. He moves off with little more than a grumble to get the first aid kit, and Carmy moves back to you, paper towels in hand.

"You okay, Chef?" Carmy reaches for you despite the rush of customers, taking your injured hand in his own.

"We'll hold the fort, Jeff. You go help her." It's Tina, the woman magically appearing behind him as she glances at the deep wound. It's not anything they haven't seen in the kitchen before, but still, it's a difficult fix. Carmy does as he's told and leads you to his office to patch you up, though he would have done so anyway, whether Tina had given him the go-ahead or not.

"I'm fine Carmy, really." Your voice is so gentle in comparison to all the yelling he's had to do today, and he finds that the sound of it would be so easy to sink into. He sits you down on the singular chair in the office, kneeling in front of you with another paper towel as blood starts to form again.

He wraps up your hand with it, glancing at the door. "Where the hell is Richie? The first aid kit isn't that hard to find." He looks up at you then, and you're wincing at the pressure of his hand over yours. The blood is soaking through the paper, as Carmy apologises. "I know it hurts, I'm sorry, but we gotta keep the pressure on it, Okay?"

"I know Carmy, I've had accidents like this before." You smile at him, and he can't deny his stomach flips a little.

"Yeah, sorry. I guess I can trust you to keep the pressure on it. If you want." He doesn't really want to move his hand from yours just for the sake of the contact, and when you place your uninjured hand over his own, he thinks he might have to, but you just shake your head. "It's fine Carmy, you look like you know what you're doing. World's best Chef or whatever has to know how to bandage a girl up right?"

He chuckles at that, just as Richie turns up with the first aid kit in the door. "Hey, I'm really sorry about, you know, all this." Richie gestures to your hand and goes to move closer but Carmy stops him, snatching the first aid kit from his friend's hands.

"Just fuck off, Richie. Man the register."

Richie rolls his eyes, though he leaves to do what he's told. "You don't have to be so mean about it Carm." The man responds though he's already gone by the time Carmy turns to argue again. When he looks back at you, his hand still over yours, he shakes his head.

"I'm sorry about him. I know he gives you a hard time and he doesn't pay attention to anything—" Carmy stops because he sees it again. That look in your eyes. You're watching him, gaze flitting to his arms, his hands and Carmy nods to himself, trying to hide the smile. He's figured it out, and he's more than pleased about it.

"You do know I can see you right?" He can't help it, the tone of his voice gives him all away and the smile he's hiding, though not on his face, can be heard within his words.

You play dumb though, tilting your head slightly to the side. Carmen has to admit he likes that look on you. "What?" Though you hide it well, the singular word is filled with falsified confusion and some minor panic and despite how fake your bewilderment sounds, Carmy almost thinks he's misread the situation. But then he remembers. He recalls the way you looked at him when he was screaming his head off around the kitchen, the nervous and heated shuffling when he was close to you. The catching of your breath when he touched you like any friend would.

"I might be reading this wrong but," He lets his hand graze innocently up your arm, as if checking for any other scrapes. "The way you looked at me before when I was going off at Richie," He pauses, eyes coming up to meet yours. He's shuffled himself further between your legs, still crouched low as he wipes blood from your hand. "Is there something you wanna tell me, Chef?"

To that you go beet red, stuttering with wide eyes that refuse to meet his own. "Chef, I don't know what you're talking about." You reach down to grab the first aid kit's contents yourself, but Carmy stops you, grabbing a bandage of his own as he begins to fix up your wound.

"It's all good Chef, I'm not mad, and it's just an observation but from what I've seen you seem to like it when I am."

You look over at the wall beside you, unable to keep eye contact. "Carmy, I don't want this to make things weird between us, I'll get over it, I'm sure I will."

"I don't want you to get over it." He's taking risks and he knows that well enough, but as Carmy tightens the bandages around your hand he can see the deep breath you suck in. "I can see you eyefucking me in the kitchen Chef, but I'm surprised you haven't caught on to the fact I've been doing the same to you."

You look back at him then, and he knows the way his eyes rake over your face isn't subtle in the slightest. The prolonged glance at your lips, the way his gaze trails down your jaw and back up again. You exhale, heavily and Carmy takes another chance. He lets his hands move up your arms again, and your eyes follow them as they move along your body.

"I'm gonna ask you a question Chef, and I want you to answer honestly." his eyes are the sharpest of blues as they stare into yours, and all you can do is nod.

His hands on your shoulders, the warmth of them as they run up and down your arms, is so distracting. "If I went to kiss you right now, would you let me?"

It's so surprising that it makes you laugh, a small chuckle of disbelief. Carmy hopes that's a good thing, and when you respond it's all but confirmed to him in a fire of excitement. "Absolutely."

From there it's all over, the discreet glances and gentle touches entirely abandoned for that of freedom. The friendly gazes across a room are replaced by the passionate connection of Carmy's lips on yours, his hands pulling you flush against him so fast that you almost fall off the chair. He manages to stand whilst his lips are still connected to your skin and though it's awkward, the struggle is ignored. Carmy can't believe he actually gets to kiss you, that he can really act on all the crazy things inside his head, and he's not going to waste the opportunity.

He pulls you to your feet, your hands placed firmly on his shoulders, releasing all of his tension as he realises you want him just as much. "Carmy, we have to get back to work." You mumble through the frenzy of kisses Carmy is providing. He just groans against your lips, kicking the door to the office closed without so much as looking in its direction. "The fucking restaurant can wait."

"But—" You go to speak again but Carmy kisses you back into silence.

"Work later, us now." the words come staggered as he grasps at you, his lips trailing down your jaw just like he'd imagined himself doing minutes before. You're pressed against the door, and with one hand sliding behind your back, Carmy manages to lock it. He's got time, he thinks. Time for just one more kiss, or something else.

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