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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓪𝓻𝔂

warning: this is my first time writing a smut fic so if I did something wrong or idk I'm sorry and also english is not my first lenguage so if it's sounds weird blame the translator not me 😭😭😭😭

It was no secret to anyone that you worked for Slash. Yes, you were his secretary, but the real secret was that you were dying for him. You weren’t in love—he just turned you on like no one else. You didn’t know if it was his eyes, his lips, his big hands, or that sculpted abdomen that drove you crazy, but every time you touched yourself, he was the one in your mind.

Obviously, you knew you couldn’t fuck him. He had a wife, kids, and the age difference was huge—you were 25, he was 60. There were a thousand reasons why it couldn’t happen, and to you, it was just another fantasy… until you never imagined it could come true.

You worked at Slash’s house because you had to organize events, concerts, interviews, and manage his personal affairs. You had a good relationship—after a few years working together, there was trust. The only problem was Meegan, his wife. That woman was unbearable: always giving you dirty looks, making out-of-place comments, and convincing Slash to cancel things that would greatly benefit his career. It was like she wanted Slash all to herself—and, being his wife, she partly was—but that made your blood boil.

Today you went to Slash’s house; as always, you had to arrange a couple of things because a hectic week of tours, interviews, and more was coming up. You arrived wearing a fitted white shirt, with a few buttons undone, tucked into a black pencil skirt that hugged your curves perfectly, and low heels. You had always had good taste in clothing and knew what looked good on you—you used that to your advantage, and it drove Meegan crazy.

As you entered the living room, she looked you up and down, analyzing you, searching for any flaw to throw in your face.

—“You’re pretty dressed up today, don’t you think?” she said in a reproachful tone.

—“No, I think I look pretty normal,” you replied with a small smile, not in the mood to argue, though you wouldn’t have minded.

—“Eh… where’s Slash?”

—“Why do you want him?”

—“What else? Work. I need to organize a few things with him.”

She gave you another scanning look and said:

—“He’s in the bedroom. I don’t think he’s woken up yet.”

You went upstairs to his room, knocked… silence. You knocked again—nothing. You carefully walked in and didn’t see him in bed. You turned around just in time to see him coming out of the bathroom, hair damp, a towel around his hips—so low you could see his happy trail. A thousand indecent images ran through your head. God, how could he look that good? You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him; he was everything you wanted. You stared for a moment until you realized what you were doing.

—“Oh, sorry. I knocked and no one answered, so I came in. Sorry,” you said, covering your eyes, pretending you didn’t want to see what was under that towel.

—“It’s fine, don’t worry. Just let me get changed, okay?”

—“Sure,” you said, stepping out of the room. God, that man was making you want him more and more. After a while, he opened the door and invited you to sit down to work, and you did.

—“So, what do we have this week?”

—“Quite a lot…”

After discussing the tour and interviews, Slash told you that in a few minutes, people from the production company and the press team would arrive to plan coverage. It wasn’t unusual for him to ask you to be present—he trusted you to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks and communication was clear.

You set up in the meeting room, reviewing papers and confirming calls while Slash talked with the newcomers. The atmosphere was professional, but every time he looked at you, you remembered the image from earlier—with the towel low on his hips and his damp hair.

At that moment, Meegan appeared, interrupting everything.

—“I suppose you’re all tired, so I brought you something to drink.”

—“Thanks, Meegan,” Slash said with a smile, and she gave him a small kiss on the lips that made you feel sick. She handed out the drinks, and when she got to you, she “accidentally” spilled hers on you, staining your white shirt.

—“Oops, sorry, sweetheart,” she said with fake concern, and the glint in her eyes told you she’d been planning that for a while.

—“It’s fine, whatever,” you said, quickly heading to the bathroom.

When you got there, you felt awful and didn’t even know why—you felt a mix of rage and helplessness. You were tired of Meegan’s mistreatment, and what bothered you most was that you couldn’t do anything about it.

You took off your shirt and began trying to scrub the stain out aggressively.

Of course, Slash saw all this—he noticed you weren’t okay and followed you, entering the bathroom just as you were shirtless.

—“Oh, sorry,” he said, averting his eyes from your chest—though it wasn’t easy.

—“No, don’t worry, it’s fine,” you said, putting the stained shirt back on.

—“I’m really sorry about what happened. You know how Meegan is, I’m truly sorry.”

—“No, it’s fine, it’s not your fault,” you said, annoyed.

—“No, it is my fault. I shouldn’t let her treat you like that,” he said, stepping closer and grabbing your arms, looking into your eyes. You looked down, trying to hide your anger, but he lifted your chin with a finger so you’d meet his gaze.

You stared at each other for a while without saying a word. His eyes dropped to your lips, and he leaned in closer, sharing the same breath, your lips brushing. The touch sent shivers through your body—you were about to kiss when someone knocked on the door, and you quickly pulled away, acting normal.

When you returned to the meeting, Slash, visibly uncomfortable, decided to wrap it up quickly. Once everyone left, he asked you to go to his office to review some documents he needed to sign before the tour. His office was on another floor, so you headed for the elevator together.

You stepped into the elevator. The silence was uncomfortable, heavy. The tension from earlier—when he saw you without your shirt and that almost-kiss—still hung in the air. Neither of you spoke; you both stared off, wishing the ride would end quickly… until the elevator made a couple of strange noises and stopped abruptly.

Now you and your boss were trapped. The air felt heavier, and the tension was unbearable.

—“It’s stuck,” Slash muttered calmly, though his eyes were already running over you.

—“No way… I’ll call the fire department,” you said, pulling out your phone—but there was no signal.

—“Shit, no service,” you said, frustrated.

He smirked, tilting his head.

—“Guess we’ll have to stay here alone… you and me.”

—“Yeah… I guess so,” you replied, swallowing hard.

He didn’t take his eyes off you—first your eyes, then your lips, then your neck… and then his gaze lowered more slowly, taking in every curve as if memorizing your body. He licked his lips, shameless.

You looked him over from head to toe, feeling a sudden rush of heat. You wanted him to come closer, to give you that kiss you felt he owed you.

He took a step toward you, closing the distance.

—“Honestly… now I understand why Meegan doesn’t like you.”

—“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” you asked, feigning curiosity but with a teasing tone.

—“Well…” he looked you over again, even slower this time—“Look at you… you’re a threat to men like me.”

—“A threat? Why would I be a threat to men like you?”

—“Because you’re beautiful, young… and wild. You’re everything I need. From the first time I saw you, I knew you were pure fire.”

His words left you speechless. Did he think of you the way you thought of him? Did he feel that same punch in the gut every time he saw you?

He came closer until his body brushed against yours. His hand went to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

—“Can I?” he whispered, his voice low and deep.

You nodded, biting your lower lip. He didn’t wait—he kissed you hard, hungrily, like he wanted to devour you. Your hands roamed his body, feeling the tense muscles under his clothes, while his lips gave you no respite.

His hands slid down, squeezing your ass and pulling you even closer until you felt his hard erection pressing against your leg.

He slowly lifted your skirt, letting the fabric sliding up your thighs turn you on even more. His hand slipped between your legs, brushing your panties, pressing two fingers right where you were already wet.

—“Already wet for me, huh?” he whispered with that smile of his that drove you insane.

He turned you around and bent you over against the elevator wall. He pulled your panties down slowly, as if savoring the sight of you exposed for him. You heard the sound of his zipper and felt him freeing his cock—thick, hot, the tip already wet.

He rested the head of his shaft at your entrance, rubbing slowly to make you gasp, before pushing in, filling you completely.

He started slow, letting you adjust to his size, but soon his thrusts grew deeper and faster, holding you firmly by the hips.

—“Oh… fuck…” you moaned, your breathing ragged.

His other hand found your clit, pressing and circling as he kept thrusting into you.

—“You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you, baby?” he growled in your ear.

You only nodded, but he smacked your ass.

—“Answer me.”

—“Y-yes…” you whimpered.

He sped up, slamming deep, and it didn’t take long for you to come hard, your legs trembling, your body shuddering in pleasure. Feeling your orgasm, he growled and spilled inside you in hot spurts.

He stayed inside you for a few seconds, panting, before pulling out. You pulled your panties back up, straightened your skirt and shirt, trying to act normal. Just then, the elevator started moving again, and when the doors opened, the firefighters were there.

You both walked out as if nothing had happened… though you both knew it wouldn’t be the last time.

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st4rby-iiii · 10 days ago

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I loved you, you used me - Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Summary: As a floater, you're sent to the worst firehouse you could think of - the one where your ex is a lieutenant.

Pairing: Kelly Severide x Paramedic!Reader

Warning: mentions of addiction.

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Sooo, after a few years without updating this page, here I am as if nothing happened. Sorry guys, life has been crazy. Just finished my degree in Physics and started my master's degree in Education. English is not my first language, so I’m sorry for any mistakes. I hope you have a nice day/night and enjoy this! 💕

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"I'm telling you, man. I swear to God I've seen her before." Cruz tells Capp as they sit by the squad table. "I just don't know where, you know?"

"Yeah, I see what you're talking about." Capp agreed, resting his feet on the table. "Maybe she was an actress and we've seen her on television. I don't know."

The conversation caught Severide's attention, his eyes moved from the newspaper in his hands to the two firefighters. "Who are you talking about?"

"The girl in Chief's office," Cruz stated. "We've seen her before, but we don't know where."

"And here is the app floor!" Brett walked out of the firehouse with a smile on her face, showing you the rest of Firehouse 51. "Oh, and these boys right here are on Squad 3." She pointed at the men and flashed them a smile, not noticing the look on Severide's face.

The sight in front of Severide's eyes caught him by surprise. It's been years since he last saw you. He had so many questions. Where have you been? What were you doing here? Why was the girl he once used to date standing right behind Brett?

"Cruz, Capp, Tony, and Severide, this is Y/L/N. She's the new floater on Ambo 61." Brett introduced you to them as you flashed a shy smile, avoiding Severide's eyes the whole time. You knew one day you would have to face him again. But if you had a choice, you would never choose to work by his side. Not after everything you went through. But since you were sent here, all you wanted to do was leave the past behind you and do your job.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to meet you!" You walked to the table and shook their hands, one by one. At Severide's turn, you swallowed hard and looked down, not meeting his confused yet curious eyes as he firmly shook your hand. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss his touch, the warmth of his skin.

"So, Y/L/N," Cruz spoke, making you turn around to face him. "Haven't we met already? Cause I'm pretty sure I've seen you before."

You frowned at his question, tilting your head to the side as you tried to think about it. "Huh...I don't think so..." You answered, knowing you two had met while you dated Severide, but since you wanted to forget that part of your life you didn't touch the subject.

-/-/-

After coming back from another call, you made your way through the app floor and went straight to the kitchen. You still didn't know where all the food and the utensils were, so it was taking quite a long time to make just a simple sandwich.

"For God's sake-" You mumbled, standing on a chair while you looked for a plate inside the kitchen cabinet.

"Need some help?" Severide's voice echoed through the room, making you lose your balance and almost fall from the chair. He rushed to help you but you quickly managed to steady yourself.

"No, I'm good." You shot back, not looking at him. Once those words came out of your mouth you noticed how rude you sounded, so you tried to repair it. "Thanks though." You quietly said, finally meeting his eyes.

"Anytime." He smiled, watching you go back to the counter to make your sandwich. "Can I ask you something?" He made his way to your side and leaned on the counter.

"Depends..." You answered, keeping your attention on the food in your hands. "If you wanna ask something about my past, go for it. But I won't answer it." You confessed, making Severide laugh.

"Seriously, Y/N. Why did you leave?" He asked either way. The way he sounded hurt almost made you feel sorry for him. "You always push people away. I just thought you'd never do it to me."

That, right there, was enough to make a switch flip in your head. "And why is that? Huh? Why do you think I pushed you away?" You shot back, putting your sandwich back on the plate as you stared at him in shock.

"What the hell's going on with you?" He frowned. "Seriously. What's going on? You've been treating me like shit since the minute you stepped inside this firehouse."

"You're unbelievable." You whispered. Looking back at the plate, you pushed it away and shook your head. "I lost my appetite." Before you could step away, Severide grabbed your arm.

"Come on, Y/N. What have I done to you?" His voice sounded genuine as if he didn't know all the hell he made you go through.

You let go of his hand on your arm, incredulously. "What have you done to me!?" You whispered-yelled, holding back the tears. "You used me, Kelly! I loved you, you used me. All you wanted was someone who could provide you with those fucking pills. I never meant anything to you."

"What!? No!" He quickly shook his head. "Y/N, I didn't use you. I was dating you because I liked you." He confessed.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't reach out to me because you needed those pills." You whispered, knowing your voice would fail if you tried to speak louder. The few seconds of silence coming from Severide said it all. He used you.

"I don't have the energy to fight you anymore." You confessed, stepping away. "I'll tell Boden I wanna be transferred to another house." Severide watched your back as you walked out of the room.

-/-/-

Walking inside the locker room, Severide greeted the firefighters from the last shift as they grabbed their bags to leave. As he got ready for his shift, he could hear the men chatting by his side, but didn't pay any attention - that’s until he heard your name being thrown in the conversation.

“Is that Y/L/N?” One of them asked, looking over the bunk room as you walked by. “I didn’t know she was working at 51 now.”

“I didn’t know they were accepting junkies.” The other one scoffed.

Severide turned around and grabbed the man’s arm before the group exited the room. “What did you say?”

“Hey, take it easy…it was a joke!” He laughed, freeing his arm from Severide’s hold. “We’re all friends here, there’s no need to get angry over this.”

Seeing Severide’s confusion, another man stepped in. “Rumors says she got caught stealing some pills from the ambo once, back at Firehouse 36.” He confessed. “...has been jumping from one station to another ever since.”

“When was that?” The lieutenant asked.

“Man, I don’t know…a few years ago.” He replied before leaving the room.

The new information took Severide off guard. He didn’t have to do the math, it was obvious that you got caught getting those pills for him. Of course you despised him, you have every reason to do so.

-/-/-

“Did something happen between you two?” Brett curiously asked as her eyes darted between you and Severide while you cleaned the ambo.

You looked over at the lieutenant sitting at the squad table and took a heavy sight. “Well, there’s no use in hiding anything from you, so…” you turned your back to Severide and faced Brett. “We…dated - if that’s even the right word - a few years ago.”

Brett gasped, then let out a short laugh. “Of course! I should have realised that! It was obvious by the way he’s always looking at you…”

“Oh, shut up!” You rolled your eyes. “It was a long time ago…a lot of things happened back then. We’re not on good terms.” You confessed, earning back a “spill the tea” look from your new friend. “He used me to get something he needed. He was desperate and I was stupid.” You glanced at the lieutenant, “...I got caught doing something for him and he wasn’t there to have my back.”

“Oh…” Brett sighed. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know he was an asshole.” She confessed, making you laugh. “And the asshole is walking over here, so let’s change the subject..”

You took a deep breath before turning around and facing the lieutenant. “Hey, can we talk?” He asked you with a strange look on his face.

“Humm…sure.” was all you could answer. You followed him inside the firehouse and waited for him to speak.

“You never told me you got caught getting me those pills.” He confronted you, catching off guard. “You never said anything. Why?”

All you could do was laugh. “Are you being serious right now?” You frowned, trying your best to keep your tone down. “Shit went down for me because of your fucking addiction! I almost lost my job! What did you want me to do? To come over here and say what??”

“I don’t know…” He confessed. “I just wish I knew what you were going through. I can’t help but feel responsible.”

“Well, maybe because you are responsible, Kelly!” You hissed back at him.

“I never forced you to do anything-”

“Ohhh, really…you’re pulling that card, hum?”

“I- I didn’t mean that…I’m sorry.” He sighed, rubbing his face as the conversation got out of control. “I’m sorry…for everything, Y/N.”

“Yeah, well, there’s not much you can do now…” You answered, tired of the conversation that just started. “I’m gonna be honest with you, Kelly. I have no intention of sticking around this firehouse. I’m a floater and I’m at peace with that. I just wanna do my job.”

The look on Severide’s face as you said those words made you frown. “What if there was something I could do about that? What- What if you could stay here?”

“Here? At 51? With you??” You asked incredulously. You couldn’t believe he was really saying this. “Kelly, I’m sorry, but this is the last place I wanna be.”

“Why? It’s not that bad…and I can see you’re already making friends.” He looked out the window and glanced at the blonde PIC.

You flashed a short smile at Brett. You, in fact, were making a new friend. Something you hadn’t done in a while, since you never stay in one place for too long. “I don’t know, Kelly…”

“Please, let me try…I can talk to Boden about it.” He sent you a soft smile. “That’s the least I can do.”

You rubbed your face and sighed. Maybe this was his chance of doing something right after all these years. Maybe this was your chance to plant your roots somewhere, make friends…make peace with your past.

Severide’s smile brought your attention back to him. “So…what do you say?” The lieutenant asked.

“Well, screw it. Let’s do this.” You smiled, forgetting the fight you had just a few minutes ago.

Severide extended his hand out, and you shook it. “So…we’re good now?”

“Hell no, don’t push it…” You pushed him back and walked out of the house with a soft grin on your face.

Severide watched you walk away with a smile on his face, his eyes darting to your ass just as you turned around and caught him red handed.

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