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Bari Ninnanne Bayasuvenu (I just want you)

Summary: Three years after joining Rocky as a business partner, Reader is forced to admit she's developed feelings for him. What she doesn't know is that Rocky has been keeping a secret of his own

Pairing: K.G.F. Rocky x fem!reader

Category: smut (NSFW, 18+, MDNI)

TW/CW: kissing, fingering, handjob, brief mention of drinking

Word Count: 3k

You checked the skirt of your plain evening dress as you made your way to the dining room, admiring the design of the marble tiles on the floor; you bumped into Mallamma in the main hall and she jumped, startled, while she tried to balance three empty scotch glasses on a tray. You knew Rocky was familiar with the habit of drinking whisky before a meal – any meal – but three glasses were not the norm. “Am I too early?”

“Oh, no no…” she replied, nervously gesturing for you to go, “he’ll be with you in no time.”

That wasn’t the norm, either: if she was trying to get rid of you it only meant one thing, so you took a deep breath. Now that you were paying more attention to your surroundings you could hear muffled voices coming from the corridor; Mallamma grabbed your wrist, a silent plea to just keep walking and wait for your host to join you for dinner. You caressed her arm and shook your head in return, then you opened the door she’d closed behind her a few moments before and stopped in the middle of the foyer to eavesdrop on the conversation going on only a couple of feet away from you.

“I don’t care if she’s granting you deals with the Americans. That’s never been part of our plan.”

Andrews, you snorted. His hunger for a bigger slice of Narachi was making him impatient, even though you could actually smell the hesitation in his words. And you were sure Rocky could, as well. “It’s my job to make sure this company progresses. Not yours,” he replied.

“Now, hold on… you come from nothing,” Kamal’s voice chimed in, and you felt your blood boil, “we should be the ones to decide. This is our legacy, you owe us respect.”

The room went quiet for an instant, then you heard a tsk-tsk sound and immediately pictured Rocky pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. “Spoken like a spoiled boy who doesn’t know respect must be earned. Your position here has nothing to do with merit,” he retorted, “I come from nothing, yet I have achieved something you can hardly imagine.”

It would have been the perfect occasion for Kamal to shut up, though he’d never been a clever man. “I’m going to do better than you, soon” he laughed, “the only thing I’m missing is a bitch on a leash… maybe I could borrow yours.”

This time after a relatively short pause came a squishy noise followed by a high-pitched whimper and a soft thud on the carpet. In almost three years of business partnership you’d never witnessed Rocky disrespecting a woman or allowing his associates to do so – Mallamma was one of the few people he trusted the most and he’d never even raised his voice in her presence. Also, he may or may not have been responsible for the broken arm and hand of one of Shetty’s henchmen, when he’d gotten too frisky with the sister of one of the boys working for him.

“Why. Can’t we. Just be nice,” Rocky quipped. “I’m trying to be nice to you! I don’t call you a dog… and trust me, the first thing that comes to my mind when I look at you is actually a pooch. All bark and no bite.”

Kamal was breathing so heavily his rage was palpable through the walls. “You… you need to be shown your real place—”

“Enough,” Andrews’ voice snapped. Unlike his younger companion he knew when to give up a fight with a much stronger opponent. “We helped shape this place the way it is. Remember who we are before you make your next move,” he added as his head popped in the archway, with Rocky and Kamal in tow.

“Oh, I will… but right now I’ve got far more pressing issues to take care of,” Rocky said before they all noticed your presence, and the simple fact he wasn’t no longer paying attention to them enraged the two even further.

Andrews brushed past you, the grip on the chain with the cross pendant so tight that his knuckles were turning pale; Kamal stood at your side as he followed, then leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “One of these days I’ll show the world who the real leader of K.G.F. is.”

You kept your eyes fixed on Rocky, but you didn’t miss the bruises on Kamal’s face. “I am already looking at him,” you declared and he eventually admitted defeat, striding out of the foyer and wiping the back of his hand under his nose to stop the bleeding.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re late.”

Rocky gave you one of his best smirks at the sight of your attire.

A couple of hours before a large box had appeared on the covers of the queen-size bed in the guest room you’d been assigned to, containing a green saree embroidered with exquisite golden details – his smile was the confirmation he’d gotten your message loud and clear: you were not his bitch, nor a plaything to doll up as he pleased.

“Last minute, unplanned meeting,” he apologized, with a very unapologetic attitude, “so many people are still obsessing over losing this place to an outsider like me.”

“How many of your ‘last minute, unplanned meetings’ end with someone being punched?”

Rocky rolled his eyes, almost as if he was reflecting thoroughly on the answer. “Only the informal ones.”

You approached him and sighed. “So… care share the juicy details?”

“Suryavadhan was not wrong. A single man can’t possibly rule an empire by himself, he needs reliable partners. The thing is… how can I trust my partners, if they are the main reason why I got here?!”

He had a valid point, without doubt. “What are you thinking?” he inquired a few moments later, while he tugged at his beard.

“Well, I was under the impression you already had your mind set on pitching them against each other.”

He smiled, mischievously. “Next step – putting ideas into action, correct?”

You stared at him, as you had been doing for the past months during your frequent visits at the mansion. You’d watched him closely – falling asleep on the veranda with the constant whirring of the fan blowing his hair off his face on a hot summer afternoon or standing on the top balcony as the sun was setting, his statuesque figure projecting a long shadow behind him – and secretly hoped he’d been watching you in return.

“Eh, cinna… something wrong?! You seem worried,” his voice brought you back to Earth, “they’re not going to touch you, they wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m not worried,” you replied, unsure of how to approach the situation. You had no reason to believe your presence in his life had to do with anything but a profitable work collaboration. “Why did you really hit Kamal?” you asked, lowering your gaze. “Was it my name you were defending or the business partnership you’ve signed up for?”

“I hate that kind of language as a general rule,” he explained, and you shrugged in a feeble attempt to hide your frustration. “Also, it’s a good thing they probably think I was defending my investment.”

As you were about to leave he winked at you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, gently raising your chin. “I didn’t want them to be the first to know you mean so much more to me, priyatame.”

Your head started spinning fast. “But you’ve never—”

“I can be patient, if the situation requires it,” he whispered on your lips.

You stood on your tiptoes and let him squeeze you tighter; he always wore his shirts unbuttoned and now you could tell the heat radiating from his bare chest was almost divine. His arms went around your back, drawing you closer.

“Uhm… dinner is about to be served,” said Mallamma, behind you, and Rocky smiled before he turned his head in her direction.

“Give us ten minutes…? Thank you,” he requested in a soft tone, “and close the door, would you?”

You were still nestled in his embrace when you caught a glimpse of Mallamma nodding and blushing as she walked away; you giggled, in turn, but Rocky was quicker to claim your mouth for himself.

His beard felt good on your skin – so good you had to fight the urge to grab a chunk of his hair and let yourself crumble to the ground under the weight you were desperate to have on top of you. He was taking his time, though, conveying weeks of yearning in a delicate kiss; there was a sweetness to him that clashed with his strong public persona and that he only showed to those he really cared about. Knowing you were among them made your heart melt.

You were still basking in the afterglow of this epiphany when the warmth of his breath and the hot intrusion of his tongue sparked in you the desire for another part of him, so you let your fingers run blindly to his belt. Out of the blue, a thought crept into your brain: truth to be told, the fair possibility that everything about him was very well proportioned to his imposing physique concerned you a little. You jolted at the flimsy satin being ripped all of a sudden, an indication that he was clearly done with fighting his own urges.

“Rocky!! So much for being patient!” you complained while he lifted you up to make you sit on his desk and helped you out of the top portion of the gown, the sleeves and the bodice gathering in your lap in a cascade of shapeless fabric.

He snorted. “I can get you new ones. You’ll never wear the same thing twice.”

You pushed his hair back as you looked into his beautiful dark eyes. “That would be something fit for a queen, not for me.”

He smirked at you for the second time, then his fingers crawled under your pleated skirt to trail up and latch onto your panties, pulling them down. You were not prepared to the sensation of the pure gold finishes cold and smooth under your ass, but what left you gawking was Rocky tucking your underwear in the front pocket of his jacket. “Here you are mine.”

“I don’t care about being a queen,” you replied, “I just want you.”

He showered your shoulders with light pecks, tracing the outline of your collarbones and moving up towards your ear to nuzzle at the earlobe while he spread your legs; he ghosted the back of his hand along your inner thighs so he could playfully ran his fingertips through the hair you kept neatly trimmed and you squirmed in anticipation. You were craving his touch and he was enjoying every second of it, yet he let out a muffled yelp when you dug your nails into his neck.

“How come you’ve never told me…?!” he joked, and you squirmed again after he reached for your folds. He marveled at your wetness with a delighted laugh, a low rumble in his throat that echoed deep within your soul. You pulled him towards you to demand another kiss and Rocky eagerly complied, squeezing the lacing of your bra with his free hand – a large hand. Concern about his real size once again popped in your mind, only to be pushed aside by the exquisite torment he was inflicting on your tender flesh.

He kept dancing around your outer lips to part them and tease you at a slow pace. You had to catch your breath for a second after he started to stroke your clit with his thumb, soon followed by his long finger slipping inside of you. You whimpered when he added another one and curled them up, getting them covered in your slick arousal on every in-and-out movement.

“Wait… dinner’s ready,” you managed to articulate, in between breaths.

“…so?!” he questioned as he pressed his forehead on your temple.

You purred. “Are you not hungry?”

Rocky removed his fingers, hovering them on your mouth so you could bite them and taste yourself, then dropped down in front of you with his palms flat on your knees. You rolled your skirt up but he stood still, waiting for you to grab his nape again and guide his face between your legs.

Something you had never pictured in your numerous fantasies over the past months was a less than elegant technique that involved sucking and lapping on every inch of you he could find – a lack of finesse that didn’t stop you from swaying your hips to the rhythm of his best efforts, because his groans resembled the humming song of a man famished for your pussy. Without even realizing you lowered your elbows on the desk, resting your forearms on the surface while you pushed yourself against his mouth to get more of his beard tickling your most sensitive spots.

You both moaned loudly when he sealed his lips around your clit, forcing you to throw your head back; the swirling of his tongue made you discover it was possible to get even more excited than you already were, and your body went limp as a rag when he brought it to your core and flicked it rapidly. As soon as he stiffened it to push it deeper, back and forth, you arched your back and came, filling the silence in the office with a repetitive and mostly unintelligible litany of his name.

He didn’t let up until he felt you relax and continued to plant butterfly kisses on your overstimulated clit, then he jumped to his feet and admired the results. For a moment he seemed mesmerized by the writhing mess he’d turned you into, your legs open wide and your breasts frantically heaving, but he didn’t know he was a tantalizing vision as well: he’d gotten you so wet his beard was now glistening in the semi-darkness, an image so lustful it nearly gave you another orgasm.

“Can I…?” he whispered, fumbling with the zipper fly.

Still dizzy and weary you nodded, only to snap out of the momentary torpor as the hard cock nudged at your inner thigh. Rocky held you by your waist, pressing at your entrance before he popped the head in: the confirmation he was definitely well proportioned sent your senses in override and you winced in surprise and discomfort. He’d been more than thorough in making sure you were ready for him, but you were tensing up nevertheless.

“Easy,” he cooed after you gripped his wrists. Figuring that maybe the position he’d worked you up into was not ideal he carefully prompted you to lower your hips, still he struggled to slide further without hurting you. He couldn’t have been more than a third of the way in when he sighed and pulled out, causing you to whine at the unpleasant stinging.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, almost on the verge of tears, and he put his arms underneath you to make you sit on the desk again and envelop you with the sweetest hug possible.

“Sshh, it’s alright…”

The considerate attitude in his voice was the living proof he was ruthless with his enemies and also extremely protective of the people he’d sworn to take care of; you knew he deserved just as much attention and devotion.

“Please… please, let me…” you begged as you gathered some of the juices that were still pooling between your legs and rubbed his shaft, wrapping your fingers at the base to start moving up and down. At each stroke his skin slid under your palm, silky smooth and sticky due to the mixture of your arousal and the copious precum that was already leaking. You walls clenched around the emptiness he’d left inside of you, so you brushed his tip over your clit and he grimaced as he inhaled sharply.

“Harder, pritiya… harder,” he demanded, a good sign you were driving him over the edge.

You tightened your grip and jerked faster, with the lascivious sound of your hand working his length covered only by his feral growls. Rocky kissed you – sweetness and affection replaced by the desperate need for release – and twitched one, two, three times. Hot, thick spurts drenched you and you continued rubbing yourself with his cock while you sucked on this tongue, but what really brought you to your second climax was the idea you now belonged to each other.

Once you were both spent he collapsed on the desk and finally trapped you under his weight, caressing your face to get rid of the rogue locks that had fallen on cheeks and tickling you with his perfectly shaped beard, even though he was almost out of breath. Then he looked down between your bodies and realized the state your clothes were in. “I guess this means we’ll have to skip dinner.”

“A small sacrifice for a higher cause,” you smiled, wiping your hand over the soiled skirt.

Rocky stood up to take off his jacket and drape it over you, and you stared at him fixing his trousers with the intention of searing that memory of him into your brain: he was already one of the most seductive men you’d ever seen, but with the addition of the scruffy after-sex hairdo and the shiny droplets of sweat trapped on the dark fuzz on his chest he was something to die for. You were still contemplating his sheer magnetism so you didn’t react right away when he lifted you up and cradled you to carry you out of the office. “Excuse me…?! I’m not a child, you know?” you protested.

“You were supposed to wait for me in the dining room, not snoop around,” he retorted, back to his regular impertinent self. Though you didn’t like being babied the moment he squeezed you closer you realized how touch-starved you’d been for years. Since there was little sense in trying to rebel, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes as he made his way to the main hall.

“Now you need a hot bath and I’m afraid you could get lost again,” he added, “I can’t risk that. I’m taking you to your room.”