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pvssychicken · 1 month ago

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try it for me, baby | c.s

— sub! chris sturniolo x dom! fem reader

— warnings: smut, new toy surprise, vibrator use (male receiving), teasing/edging, begging, orgasm control, light bondage, overstimulation, reader in full control, praise kink, soft power play

In which!.. you surprise your good boy and see how long he’ll last

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He thinks it’s just another soft night.

You’re straddling his lap, pressing slow kisses to his neck, his hands resting innocently at your hips—warm and trusting and completely unaware of what you’re about to do.

“Lay back for me, baby,” you whisper.

He obeys instantly, melting into the pillows as you climb off him. His eyes flutter shut, body already flushed.

You reach under the bed, pull out a small black box.

He hears the rustle and lifts his head, confused. “What’s that?”

You smirk as you lift the lid and let him see: a new toy, sleek and silver, still sealed. Small, but powerful.

Chris blinks. His throat bobs as he swallows. “Wha—wait, that’s not for me, is it?”

“Oh, it is.” You crawl back onto the bed, straddling his thighs. “You’ve been so good for me lately. Thought you deserved something special.”

“I—I don’t know if I can take that,” he says breathlessly, watching as you turn it on and the soft hum fills the air. “That thing looks evil.”

You chuckle, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Then it’s perfect.”

He’s already hard before you even touch him.

You stroke him gently first—slow, warm, familiar—just to ease him into it. He relaxes into the touch, soft sighs falling from his lips, already pliant.

Then you press the vibrator to the base of his cock. Chris jerks.

“Fuck—” he gasps, hips trying to pull back. “That’s—that’s a lot—”

You keep it there, just smiling. Letting the toy do the work. “Relax, baby. You can take it.”

You trail it up the length of him, slow and steady. He moans—high-pitched and wrecked. His thighs tremble beneath you. His hands fist the sheets.

“F-feels so good—” he whines, already close. “I-I don’t think I can—”

“Not yet,” you murmur. “You don’t come until I say.”

The toy buzzes at his tip, steady and cruel. He’s falling apart, hips twitching, eyes squeezed shut as his cock leaks over his stomach.

“Please—please, I’m gonna come—Mommy, I—fuck—”

You pull the toy away. Instantly.

He sobs. “No—no, please, I was right there—!”

“I know,” you coo, dragging it back down his inner thigh, teasing. “But I said not yet.”

He’s panting, shaking, a mess of yes-pleases and I’ll-be-good and God, please just let me.

And when you finally give him permission?

He explodes. Comes so hard he nearly sobs—legs shaking, stomach flexing, name spilling from his lips over and over while you whisper “That’s it, baby. That’s my good boy.”

After, you press kisses down his chest as he calms, pet his hair as his breathing slows.

“You did so well,” you whisper, pulling him into your arms. “Might have to get another new toy for next time.”

He whimpers, but he’s smiling.

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pvssychicken · 1 month ago

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Guys im so sorry I've been dead. I've been really into 1d wattpad (which is literally filled with masterpieces) but I promise I have some shit cooking.

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Lucky you - Chris Sturniolo

Pairing: fwb!Chris x taken!reader

Summary: Your old bsf with benefits finds out you have a new boyfriend and decides to show you no one can please you like he can.

Warnings: rough sex, cheating, unprotected sex (on the pill), creampie, big dick!chris, pet names, oral sex, doggy, teasing, etc.

You're at home alone, laying on the couch scrolling through your social media when you receive a text from Chris. "I'm outside, let me in"

You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. You haven't seen or talked to Chris since you started dating your boyfriend, Jake. You quickly put down your phone and go to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. Chris pushes past you without a word, his tall frame towering over you.

Chris turns to face you, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. "Long time no see," he says, his voice low and rough. "I heard you have a boyfriend now."

You close the door and turn to face Chris, your arms crossed over your chest defensively. "Yeah, I do," you say, trying to keep your tone steady despite the way your heart is racing. "What are you doing here, Chris?"

Chris takes a step closer to you, his gaze intense. "I came to see for myself," he says, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends a shiver down your spine. "If this Jake guy can really satisfy you like I used to."

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to his touch. "That's none of your business," you say, stepping back to put some distance between you two. "We're not friends with benefits anymore, Chris. I have a boyfriend now."

Chris smirks, taking another step closer to you. "I know," he says softly. "But I can't stop thinking about what we used to have." He reaches out and grabs your waist, pulling you against him.

You press your hands against his chest, trying to push him away but he doesn't budge. "Chris," you say, your voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." Your body betrays you though as you feel a familiar heat spreading through it.

"Why not?" Chris leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "You used to love it when I would fuck you again and again until you’ve lost track of how many orgasms you had. How does Jake do it? Does he take care of you like I do? How many times does he make you cum?"

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a whimper as he describes the way he used to fuck you. "Shut up," you say weakly, feeling your pussy throbbing at his words. "It doesn’t matter. I'm with Jake." You know you can’t admit the truth, that Jake hasn’t been able to make you climax like Chris used to, or even made you climax at all.

Chris chuckles softly against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "You're so full of shit," he says, his hands tightening around your waist. "I bet Jake doesn’t even know how to touch you right. Does he eat your pussy like I used to? Does he even make you cum?"

"Stop..." you whisper, feeling your knees go weak at his dirty words. The truth is, Jake never goes down on you, always making excuses about not liking it. And as for orgasms... you haven't had one with him yet. Chris can clearly see your resolve crumbling.

Chris pulls back slightly to look into your eyes. He sees the desire there, the need that hasn't been satisfied by Jake. "I can make you feel good," he says softly, his thumb rubbing against your hip bone. "I can make you cum all night long."

You close your eyes, trying to block out the temptation. "Chris, don't," you say, but your voice lacks conviction. Your body is aching for him, craving the pleasure he knows how to give. You can feel your nipples hardening against his chest, betraying your arousal.

Chris leans down and presses his lips against your neck, sucking hard. You gasp, your head tilting to the side to give him better access. "Open your legs," he demands, his voice firm. "Let me remind you how good my tongue feels on your clit."

You hesitate for a moment, knowing that opening your legs for him is a line you shouldn’t cross. But your body is on fire, desperate for the release that only Chris can give you. Slowly, you part your legs, giving him the silent permission he needs.

Chris groans against your mouth as he feels how wet you already are through your jeans. He knows he has you now. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. He gets on his knees slowly unzips your jeans to find a red stamp saying ‘lucky you’ he lets out a small chuckle and takes your jeans off completely. Then he spreads your legs wider, pulling your white lace panties aside.

Chris buries his face between your thighs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. He sucks and licks like he’s starving, his fingers spreading you wider apart. He knows exactly what you like - the pressure, the rhythm. Your back arches instantly as you feel the first real pleasure in months.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whimper, grabbing his hair as he eats your pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. Your boyfriend never does this, never goes down on you like this. He knows your body better than anyone else, and it shows. He slides a finger inside you and starts pumping in and out, curling it upwards to hit your G-spot. "Chris..."

Chris hums against your clit, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. He knows you're close, and he's not about to stop now. He adds another finger, stretching you wide as he continues to suck on your sensitive nub. "You like that?"

"Yes," you gasp, your hips moving on their own to grind against his face. You can feel the pressure building inside you, your body tensing as you approach the edge. "Don't stop, Chris. Please don't stop." You're so close, closer than you've ever been with Jake.

"Cum for me," he whispers against your soaking pussy, knowing exactly how to destroy your self-control. His tongue swirls around your clit faster, his fingers pumping harder. He can feel your walls tightening around him. "Show me who makes you feel this good."

With a final thrust of his fingers and a hard suck on your clit, you shatter completely. You scream out his name, gripping his hair tightly as an intense orgasm rips through your body. Chris keeps his mouth on you, licking and sucking through your entire orgasm until you’re trembling and soaked.

Chris slowly pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean as he crawls up your body. He kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself on his lips. "I missed this," he says, pressing his cock against your thigh. You can feel how hard he is for you.

You look into his eyes, still panting from your orgasm. The sight of his hard cock pressing against you makes your body ache for more. You know you should stop this, but the pleasure is too intense to resist. You reach down and rub him through his jeans, feeling his length and thickness.

Chris groans deeply as you touch him, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. He quickly unbuckles his belt and pulls his jeans and boxers down, freeing his hard length. He's bigger than Jake, thicker and longer. He grabs your hand and wraps it around his cock.

He guides your hand, showing you how he likes to be stroked. "Feel how hard I am for you?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the way his cock pulses in your hand.

He suddenly flips you onto your stomach and spreads your legs. He lines himself up with your wet pussy and slowly pushes in, filling you completely. You moan loudly at the sensation of him stretching you open. He starts moving slowly at first, but soon picks up speed, pounding into you from behind.

"Fuck," you cry out as he hits spots inside you that have never been touched before. His cock is so big it feels like he's hitting every nerve ending possible. He leans over and bites your shoulder gently while continuing his relentless rhythm.

One hand grips your hip tightly enough to leave marks while the other reaches around to play with your clit again. The dual sensation of being stretched fully by his cock and stimulated directly is too much. You're already close to another orgasm from just him fucking you raw and deep.

"You're so fucking tight..." he breathes out, his pace becoming more intense. He can feel your walls clutching around him, your moans driving him crazy. "Is this better than fucking Jake? Being stretched open on my cock?"

His dirty words send a new wave of pleasure through you. You can't help but nod, your voice broken by moans. "Yes... oh god, yes..." Your body is completely at his mercy, another orgasm building rapidly.

Chris suddenly pulls out and flips you onto your back. He lifts your legs up high, pushing them back towards your chest as he slams back into you. This new angle hits even deeper, his balls hitting your ass with each thrust.

"Look at me," he demands, his eyes filled with pure lust. "Look at who's fucking you now." His movements are fast and hard, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your moans of pleasure. He leans down to capture your lips in a rough kiss.

You break the kiss to gasp for air, your hands gripping his muscular arms for support. "Chris... oh my god, Chris..." You chant his name like a prayer as he fucks you into the mattress. Your eyes are rolling back, your body trembling with impending release.

"That's right, baby. Say my name." He smiles wickedly against your neck, biting down gently. "Come for me. Let me feel you come all over my cock." His thrusts become even more powerful, his hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm.

With a final, deep thrust, you feel your orgasm crash over you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clenches tightly around Chris's cock as you scream his name. He buries himself deep inside you and releases his own load, filling you with his hot cum.

"Fuck... did Jake ever make you feel this good?" He continues thrusting slowly through your orgasm, milking every last wave of pleasure. "You're way too precious to be settling for just his tiny dick." He leans down and catches your bottom lip between his teeth. "Break up with him..."

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❦ PHOTOBOOTH FLASH

── in which: you and chris re-meet at a party, and he takes you to an old photobooth.

!! sex, photobooth sex, descriptive language, smut.

written by: @japblogs

the party is loud. bass thumping through the walls. voices overlapping in the kitchen. people everywhere. you don't know half of them, and chris is somewhere here, probably with a red solo cup in his hand and that look in his eyes. the one that makes it hard to focus on anyone else.

you find him leaning against the back wall near the patio door. hoodie sleeves pushed up to his elbows. head tilted just slightly. he sees you and grins, lazy and slow, like he knew you were coming.

"been looking for you," he says, stepping closer.

"thought you forgot about me," you tease.

he leans in, lips near your ear. "not a chance."

you're about to say something back, something smart, but then he takes your hand and pulls you through the crowd. past the couples draped on couches. past the line for the bathroom. down the narrow hallway near the back.

and there it is.

a photo booth. wedged between a laundry closet and an old coat rack. left behind from a birthday party weeks ago. the lights still work. someone stuck polaroids along the frame, half blurry moments frozen in time.

chris opens the curtain and looks at you over his shoulder. "get in."

you stare at him. "why?"

he smiles. "because i want to remember what this looks like."

you slip inside. the curtain closes. and suddenly, the party is gone.

your thighs touch. your shoulders brush. the air feels different in here. closer. heavier.

he presses the button. the timer starts.

three.

he looks at you. really looks at you.

two.

his fingers find your waist. slow and sure.

one.

his lips crash into yours.

the first photo flashes.

you don't pull away. instead, you lean into him, your hands sliding up his chest. his kiss deepens. all heat. like he's been holding it in all night. he tastes like cherry vodka and mint gum. you moan into his mouth as he presses you against the wall of the booth.

the second photo flashes.

his hand trails down. skimming beneath the hem of your dress. his touch is featherlight. teasing. your breathing is shaky. the music outside feels miles away. all you can hear is the way he's whispering your name against your skin.

the third photo flashes.

you grip the back of his neck. pulling him closer. his fingers dig into your hips as he guides you onto his lap. there's no space left between you two now. he groans softly. biting your bottom lip. hands exploring like he needs to memorize every inch of you.

the fourth photo flashes.

you don't even see it. your head is tilted back. eyes closed. his mouth trailing heat along your jaw. you're aching now. full of want. his hand slides under your shirt and you gasp. your body reacting before your mind can catch up.

"you drive me crazy," he mutters against your skin.

you smile. "good."

he kisses you again. slower this time. deeper. you feel it in your chest. in your stomach. in the way your thighs tighten around his. the booth feels like a different world. safe. hot. endless.

outside, the party goes on. laughter. music. footsteps. but none of it touches you here.

only him.

when the photo strip finally prints, it slides out with a soft mechanical click.

you reach for it. cheeks flushed. breath still uneven.

first photo. your eyes wide. his lips just about to meet yours. second. his hand on your thigh. your smile turning into something softer. third. the kiss. real and messy and perfect. fourth. both of you lost in it.

he takes the strip and folds it once. slipping it into his back pocket.

"mine," he says.

you raise a brow. "the photo?"

"you."

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pvssychicken · 1 month ago

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Chat why are we not talking abt this more

THE TRIPLETS GOT NEW MANAGEMENT

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pvssychicken · 2 months ago

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She is Beauty and We Are World Class

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Faith In The Future Masterlist

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to chris.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, fluff

A/N: Chat its been like months but im backkkk

Are we one, or are we two? Are we me, or are we you? Has it been all this before? Do you see what I see?

The boys were on the playlist tonight. Chris was easing her into the quiet, like he always did when he knew she wasn’t okay but didn’t want to say it out loud.

The posters on the wall were worn, their edges curling from years of tape and weathered teenage heartbreak. She sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of Harry’s face—same poster she’d had since she was sixteen, before everything got ugly in ways that still echoed.

Chris watched her from the bed, half-slouched, hoodie pulled over his head from the corner store run they made a few hours back. He still smelled like rain and smoke and spearmint gum. He hadn’t said much either. Just let the same track spin four times while she lit one of his cigarettes, even though she hated the taste. She didn’t want to smoke. She just needed something that burned.

"You good?" His voice cut through the stillness—low, scratchy, warm in the way only he could be.

She didn’t look at him. Just shrugged.

Chris sat up, elbows resting on his knees. “That kind of shrug means ‘no,’ and you know it.”

Still silence. The record clicked softly as the track ended again. Her fingers stilled on the wall.

“You ever wish you could just... rewind?” she asked, voice quiet but flat. “Go back, do it all over—but this time, it doesn’t fuck you up so bad?”

His gaze dropped to the floor. “Yeah. All the fucking time.”

The quiet came back thicker, heavier. Her thumb twitched at the corner of the poster, like she was holding it—and herself—together by the edge.

“I thought they were gonna save me,” she whispered, eyes locked on Harry. “One Direction. Pathetic, right? But they were the only thing that made the noise in my head shut the fuck up.”

Chris didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just breathed with her.

“I’d sit in my room, headphones on, face buried in my pillow while my dad got high in the garage and my mom screamed at the walls. And for three minutes and twenty-seven seconds at a time, I wasn’t there. I wasn’t real.”

Her voice cracked, the truth slipping out before she could stop it.

“I didn’t want to be the broken girl forever, Chris. I really fucking didn’t. But every time I look in the mirror, I see her. Like I’m still fifteen, stuck there, listening to boys who never knew I existed, pretending that was enough.”

Chris stood slowly. Walked across the room, knelt down in front of her. He took the cigarette from her hand—still burning low—and crushed it out. Then he reached for her, careful, steady. His hands slid up her knees, his thumbs brushing along the denim seam of her thighs.

“You’re not her anymore,” he said, voice soft but firm. “But that girl? She fucking survived. She figured out how to stay alive when no one else gave a shit. And she got you here.”

She met his eyes, and he held her stare like he meant it. Like he wasn’t scared of the messy parts.

“I see her when I look at you,” he continued. “But I see you too. And fuck, I’m proud of both of you.”

Her face broke—just slightly, just enough. Her bottom lip trembled. Her hands gripped his sleeves like she was trying to hold on to something real.

“No one’s ever said that to me.”

He leaned forward, forehead resting gently against hers. “Then every other person in your life can go fuck themselves.”

Her breath hitched. A laugh-sob escaped her chest.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You’re not,” he said. “You’re not.”

She climbed into his lap like it was the only place her body remembered how to exist—slow, quiet, like the movement itself was sacred. Her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands slid under the hem of her shirt, not to undress her, but just to feel skin. Warm. Grounding. Real.

“I can’t breathe when I think about it,” she whispered against his shoulder. “All of it. What it did to me. What I’m still carrying.”

“Then let me hold it for a while,” he said. “Let me hold you.”

She buried her face into the curve of his neck. Let him run his fingers slowly down her spine, over every ridge of pain she never let anyone touch. The quiet filled with breathing. With hearts thudding in sync. With skin meeting skin where the fabric didn’t separate them fast enough.

Chris reached back, flipped the vinyl.

Track one started again.

This time, She Is Beauty, We Are World Class wrapped around them like a heartbeat. And for once, she didn’t pull away.

She just let herself be held.

And for the first time, that was enough

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She is Beauty and We Are World Class

Dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

Faith In The Future Masterlist

Summary: Y/N finally opens up to chris.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of trauma, fluff

A/N: Chat its been like months but im backkkk

Are we one, or are we two? Are we me, or are we you? Has it been all this before? Do you see what I see?

The boys were on the playlist tonight. Chris was easing her into the quiet, like he always did when he knew she wasn’t okay but didn’t want to say it out loud.

"You good?" His voice cut through the stillness—low, scratchy, warm in the way only he could be.

She didn’t look at him. Just shrugged.

Chris sat up, elbows resting on his knees. “That kind of shrug means ‘no,’ and you know it.”

Still silence. The record clicked softly as the track ended again. Her fingers stilled on the wall.

“You ever wish you could just... rewind?” she asked, voice quiet but flat. “Go back, do it all over—but this time, it doesn’t fuck you up so bad?”

His gaze dropped to the floor. “Yeah. All the fucking time.”

The quiet came back thicker, heavier. Her thumb twitched at the corner of the poster, like she was holding it—and herself—together by the edge.

“I thought they were gonna save me,” she whispered, eyes locked on Harry. “One Direction. Pathetic, right? But they were the only thing that made the noise in my head shut the fuck up.”

Chris didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just breathed with her.

Her voice cracked, the truth slipping out before she could stop it.

“You’re not her anymore,” he said, voice soft but firm. “But that girl? She fucking survived. She figured out how to stay alive when no one else gave a shit. And she got you here.”

She met his eyes, and he held her stare like he meant it. Like he wasn’t scared of the messy parts.

“I see her when I look at you,” he continued. “But I see you too. And fuck, I’m proud of both of you.”

Her face broke—just slightly, just enough. Her bottom lip trembled. Her hands gripped his sleeves like she was trying to hold on to something real.

“No one’s ever said that to me.”

He leaned forward, forehead resting gently against hers. “Then every other person in your life can go fuck themselves.”

Her breath hitched. A laugh-sob escaped her chest.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

“You’re not,” he said. “You’re not.”

“I can’t breathe when I think about it,” she whispered against his shoulder. “All of it. What it did to me. What I’m still carrying.”

“Then let me hold it for a while,” he said. “Let me hold you.”

Chris reached back, flipped the vinyl.

Track one started again.

This time, She Is Beauty, We Are World Class wrapped around them like a heartbeat. And for once, she didn’t pull away.

She just let herself be held.

And for the first time, that was enough

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pvssychicken · 2 months ago

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i really like this picture and wanted to share. ok.

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pvssychicken · 2 months ago

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why are those random anons hating on minors for reading smut like there's a felon in the office and you wanna talk about some "you're a minor... reading/writing smut." like pleasseeee get a job and a life. and telling people to get a life and touch grass ??? as if what you're doing is any better ???

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pvssychicken · 2 months ago

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her favorite assistant | b.e.

SYNOPSIS: billie is an imposing ceo, holding high authority; you are her assistant, at her every beck and call, close by her side. most people view your relationship with her as nothing out of the ordinary, but behind closed doors, you and billie play slightly different roles...

WORD COUNT: 3,026

TAGS/WARNINGS: MDNI! dom/sub dynamics, office au, hair-pulling, crying (the good kind), mention of overstimulation, fingering, spanking, billie gets called sir, inappropriate work behavior (lmao), mention of a humiliation kink, mention of an exhibitionist kink i think, use of gendered term "good girl," everything is fully consensual the entire time

AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is maybe the filthiest thing i've ever wrote?? i think my period is starting soon or something. also hello. long time no see kinda 👋🏽 hope you enjoy this as always!! ❤️ please mind the tags!

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You had an interesting relationship with your boss, to say the least.

You had been working under her as her assistant for months now, and have gotten well accustomed to her not just as your boss, but as a person. You were keen on every little thing that made her tic, and you could pick up on even the slightest shift in her demeanor. As the CEO of the company you worked under, she had a lot on her plate. Regardless, she never made the stress she was under apparent. She was always calm, composed, and collected.

She was very straightforward and direct; she was honest when she was disappointed with her employees' work, and her disappointment was always clear. You could practically feel it if you happened to walk into her office on a bad day. But it was clear when she was pleased, too; because she never really cracked so much as a grin during work hours, everyone knew that if Billie was smiling, it meant she was satisfied, and that things at the company were going smoothly.

To make the long story short, Billie was rather intimidating; she carried with her a strong sense of confidence, and her very presence, even if she wasn't saying anything, was imposing, almost electric. With a single glance, a single quirk of the eyebrow, Billie could communicate everything she needed.

Being her assistant also meant knowing her a bit more personally than others. You knew she liked having a medium Iced Americano every morning from the local coffee shop. When forwarding emails to her, you knew exactly which ones she wouldn't care for and which ones she'd respond to instantly. You knew that she valued punctuality and efficiency and people who were good at following orders but also knew how to generate new ideas. When you first started working for her, you had to prove to her that you could live up to the challenge. That you were more than capable of balancing her workload, and giving her above average results. It took an immense amount of effort, and impressing her certaintly wasn't easy; but now, several months later, Billie had made it clear that she wouldn't let you go, more than pleased with your work.

The dynamic you shared with her was strictly professional, one built off of mutual respect. For a while.

Neither of you expected it to become anything more.

There was no denying that you were attracted to Billie from the start; aside from the fact that she was easily the most stunning women you've ever seen, with her long, dark hair, striking eyes and tailored suits, there was something else about her that was alluring to you. She was so mysterious, so reserved, and the more time that passed, the more you wanted to learn more about her. Not as Billie Eilish, the serious CEO, but just as Billie, the person behind the authoritative mask.

It was risky; becoming increasingly more flirtatious with your boss. You complimented her more often, purposefully letting your fingers brush hers when you were handing her things, so on, so forth. You were putting your entire career on the line, the one you worked so hard for. At first, after weeks of not really getting any kind of reaction from her, you were about to bury your feelings for good.

But slowly, Billie made it more and more obvious that she liked your little games; she smiled at you more often, let your faint touches linger a bit instead of immediately pulling away, and you've even caught her gazing at you during meetings, bottom lip pulled between her teeth as you tried to take notes.

The desire that you both shared for each other was palpable, the tension between you two rising gradually like lava in a volcano, and it was only a matter of time before you both acted on it.

The relationship that formed as a result of weeks of flirting was not… a traditional one, so-to-speak. It was one built on rules. Power dynamics. Punishments and rewards.

And you enjoyed every minute of it.

Billie loved how obedient you were. She noticed it as soon as you started working for her. You followed her instructions so perfectly, and that did something to Billie; it made her realize something about herself that she hadn't even been aware of before. She felt a certain fluttery feeling in her stomach whenever you successfully completed a task of hers, and you would look at her, smiling, communicating to her with your eyes that you wanted to be praised.

And of course, she'd do just that, quickly uttering "good girl" under her breath. It always made your knees weak, hearing those words in her low and silky voice.

On days where you made her really proud, she'd reward you by inviting you in her office and trailing her hands up your pencil skirt, her fingers pistoning into you with such precision and skill that she'd make you come undone in minutes, all while she had her tie in your mouth to muffle your sobs of pleasure.

Sometimes, but only sometimes, she'd bring her sparkly, midnight black strap, and take you while bent over her desk, keeping your arms behind your back, often bound together with her tie just because she knew you liked the loss of control. Those days, you left her office with a slight limp, disheveled clothes, and a satisfied smile.

But as much as you loved pleasing her, at some point you wanted to switch things up with the existing dynamic you had with her, and you soon realized that pissing her off was far more enjoyable than following orders.

It started off with small things. Making a small mistake with her Iced Americano order and getting a small instead of her preferred medium. Sometimes you'd purposefully hand her the wrong files, or show up just minutes late to a meeting, knowing how much she disliked when her employees weren't on time. And then it escalated, and you gradually became more bold. You talked back to her on the days where she wasn't in a great mood, muttered sarcastic comments under your breath.

Billie, of course, quickly caught onto the game you were playing, and like a cat to a mouse, she played along.

That's when she introduced punishments to the dynamic. In the privacy of her office, sometimes she'd get you riled up, only to make you kneel in front of her while she typed away at her computer, ignoring your pleading eyes and the growing wetness in your panties. She'd leave you like that the whole day; unsatisfied and begging for more.

A punishment of hers that was her favorite was edging you to near insanity; either with her mouth or fingers or strap, she'd constantly bring you close to an orgasm before pulling away, and she'd do it so many times that it almost bordered on torture. Sometimes you'd get so worked up that you would eventually have an orgasm anyway if she even just lightly touched you, your body so aroused that you didn't even need much stimulation before coming undone. This would only make your situation worse, as you were only allowed to cum with Billie's permission. Whenever that happened, she'd lean in close, smiling evilly, whispering in your ear:

"My baby wanted to cum? Then I'll give you all the orgasms you want, since you wanna be so impatient."

You knew what those words meant. It meant she'd overstimulate you until you could barely hold yourself up, fresh tears streaming down your face.

But you loved it. Every second of it.

So, when you walked into Billie's office today after being particularly mouthy with her after a meeting, you knew what you were in for.

There Billie sat, looking as regal as ever in her chair, hands folded in her lap. She was clearly waiting for you, a lopsided grin etched onto her features as she burned holes into you with her gaze.

"Lock the door." Was all she said; no warm greeting, just a firm command.

You obeyed, turning the lock until you heard that all too familiar click. You felt the anticipation bubbling within you, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

You watched as Billie stood up from her desk, walking closer to you but still keeping her distance. She crossed her arms, eyeing you like a predator stalking its prey.

"You've been giving me attitude the entire fucking day. Bend over the desk." She stated, leaving absolutely no room for disagreement.

But you weren't done messing with her. No, your little game was far from finished.

With a smirk, you didn't move.

"I don't want to." You retorted, jutting out your bottom lip.

Billie quirked an eyebrow, her confident grin faltering. "You know I don't like repeating myself. Bend over the fucking desk."

You still didn't move. You mirrored her stance, crossing your arms as well as you continued to stare right back at her.

"Make me." You said, and as soon as those words left you, you could feel the atmosphere in the room change. It only made you smirk wider, knowing that you were really getting under her skin.

Billie just chuckled, the sound low and dark, and it gave you a rush of adrenaline. When you heard her laugh, that was a sign she was truly fed up with your antics.

You were about to make another snarky comment about her silence until Billie finally spoke up.

"Oh, I see. You're really asking for it, huh? Seems like you've forgotten who the fuck you're talking to."

She stepped closer to you, standing in front of you. She reached a hand out and gently caressed your cheek.

You were perplexed at first. The gentle action contrasted starkly with her harsh words. But it only made you more excited.

She leaned in, whispering her next words, her breath hitting your face.

"You just never learn. Good thing I like putting stupid brats like you in your place."

And with that, her hand suddenly went up to your hair, and she tugged. Hard.

You immediately hissed in pain, hand going up to her wrist, but you made no move to remove it. With her hand still in your hair, Billie dragged you to her desk, before forcefully bending you over it.

It all happened so quick that you were still registering what had just happened, all while Billie had both your hands pulled behind your back, removing her tie as quickly as she could with one hand. You knew exactly where that tie was going.

But suddenly, she had paused before putting the tie in your mouth. From behind, you heard her say, "What do you do when you want me stop but you can't speak?" She asked the question softly, breaking out of her colder, more strict persona for just a moment.

"I… I snap my fingers," you said breathlessly, so aroused you didn't even know what to do with yourself.

"Good," Billie praised. "And how many times do you snap?"

"Three times." You replied.

"Show me." She urged.

You obeyed, snapping your fingers exactly three times in quick succession.

"Very good," Billie said with a grin. "Color?"

You could hear the grin in her voice, a small smile of your own taking over your features.

"Green." You told her.

Once Billie got confirmation to keep going, in the blink of an eye, she returned to her meaner, more brutal attitude. It nearly gave you whiplash with how quickly she was able to switch.

She wasted no time in putting the tie in your mouth, tying it behind your head. You were wearing slacks today, so she pulled them down, tugging harshly, exposing your ass to the cool air of her office.

She took sight of the white lace panties that you wore, specifically for her. You could hear Billie curse under her breath.

"You naughty, naughty girl." She said, rubbing her palm against your backside gently. You knew what was coming; you just didn't know when. The anticipation was practically killing you.

"I want you to count," Billie commanded. "I usually tell you how many I'm giving you, but this time? I'll surprise you." She spoke, her shit-eating grin going from ear to ear.

And then, her hand came crashing down.

The smack reverberated throughout the room and bounced of the walls, it was so loud. It was toward the end of the day, so most people had already left the building, but there were still some people working late, and the thought of them overhearing just made your panties even more soaked. The thought of someone listening was certaintly humiliating and yet it just turned you on even more. All it took was someone walking by. But you couldn't think about that; you had to focus on counting.

"One!" You said through the fabric of Billie's tie, your voice muffled.

Another smack.

"Two!"

She then gave you three, in quick succession, alternating between each cheek.

"Fuck—" you swore, your asscheeks already burning.

Billie tugged your hair angrily. The pain was exhilarating.

"That's not a fucking number. Count."

"Three, four, five—shit—"

It kept going and going, and the minutes started to stretch on seemingly forever. Eventually, you made it to twenty.

By the last one, your ass felt raw, and a few lone tears had escaped your eyes.

"You did so good, baby. You're such a good girl." Billie cooed, removing the tie.

You didn't immediately straighten yourself up, too overwhelmed to even move. Billie just gently caressed your upper back, letting you calm down.

Once you caught your breath again, and you felt like you could speak without it coming out as a incoherent mess, with a dazed smile, you said: "Do I get a reward for being such a good girl?"

"My pretty baby wants a reward? Well then, what do you say?"

"Please."

Billie raised an eyebrow at you. "Please, what?"

"Please, sir. I would like a reward." You said.

"Well, since you asked nicely. You took your punishment so well, who am I to deny you?" She said, slowly pulling your lace panties to the side, rubbing her fingers through your drenched folds.

A sigh escaped you as Billie didn't waste a second in slipping in finger. It slid in so easily because of how wet you were. She let you adjust to the feeling before slipping in a second one, the office so quiet that you could hear the soft squelching noises coming from your pussy that made your face hot.

"Such a good girl," Billie muttered, finding that sweet spot inside of you within a seconds. "Need you to make a mess all over my fingers, yeah?"

You nodded fervently, trying to keep your moans at a low volume. You were biting your lip so hard you were sure it would start bleeding.

"Please make me cum. Please—" You said, the words just tumbling out of you, some of them slurring together.

Billie let out an amused laugh. "Oh, I will, baby. I will—"

Suddenly, at that moment, a knock was heard on Billie's door. You tensed up at the sound, completely caught off guard.

You thought Billie would stop, but much to your surprise (and delight) she kept going.

The other voice outside the door spoke first. It belonged to a man. "Hey, uh, Miss B? Are you still there?"

"Yes, Charles. What do you need?" Billie replied casually, as if two of her fingers weren't deep inside of you and making you see stars. You slapped a hand over your mouth as you felt Billie speed up, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Your knees buckled as their conversation continued.

"Well, I just wanted to let you know while you're still here that I won't be coming into work tomorrow. It's a family emergency. So I'll miss the meeting, obviously. I'm terribly sorry." Charles explained.

"That's perfectly fine, Charles. We'll get you all caught up, no problem. My assistant will send everyone the notes, anyway."

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Billie gave you one final thrust that sent you over the edge. Your hand was clamped so tightly over your mouth it almost hurt as your orgasm washed over you in waves. Billie's fingers kept moving as she fingered you through it.

On the other side of the door, you heard Charles just chuckle in relief, seemingly oblivious to the absolutely inappropriate act happening inside. "Okay. Great. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss B."

"You too." Billie said sweetly, pulling her fingers out of you. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

Finally, you attempted to stand up. You still didn't have full control over your legs, so Billie helped you, holding both of your hands, even helping you pull your pants back up. You winced once you felt the fabric of your slacks gently rub against your still very sensitive backside.

Billie was smiling at you as you leaned against her desk, leaning in to give you a chaste peck.

"You're insane," you said when she pulled away. "I can't believe you just did that."

Billie chuckled. "I can't believe I did it either, to be honest. Thank god the door was locked."

"Yeah," You agreed. "Now, you owe me a hot bath and some cuddles."

Billie held your hand, squeezing gently. "Of course. Was already thinking it."

You both get ready to exit the office. Billie doesn't have to do much to appear presentable. She does stuff her tie in her back pocket though, which is still damp from your saliva. You're able to fix your hair and smooth out your clothes, but there's no hiding the puffiness in your eyes from all the tears. You weren't too worried about that, though. You and Billie were going to be out the building before anyone could even take notice.

Before Billie opens the door, she pauses, and turns to you.

"Will you be on your best behavior next week?" She asks with a smirk.

You giggle. "No promises."

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