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#just the . patient but teasing but firm way she's instructing him
fucklestat · 1 year
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this is literally one of the hottest scenes i’ve ever watched in my life
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butlersxbirdy · 1 year
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i just found your “You Light Up My Morning Sky” series and i’m in love !
in your post “Codename: Memphis Mama”, you said that she was also known as his Mafia Wife when he’s feeling dominant.
for the request: can we see some of the Mafia Wife and Dominate!Daddy Austin? like i would love to see them and their group of friends being badass!
Thank you for this, sincerely. I loved writing this.
You Light My Morning Sky:
Request Interlude 1:
Violets For Roses
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Warnings: smut, physical fights, clubbing, drinking, spitting, dominance, Daddy Dom, color system, and uh... just general filth. Austin Is Horny for his Mafia Wife.
After you return from Graceland, engaged and over the moon, Austin plans a night out on the town with friends, which makes you happy because you were worried he wouldn't want to go out much after the news came out.
You're in your shared closet, grabbing your dress and a nice outfit for Austin; since embracing his submissive side, he had begun asking that you dress him for nights out. You pick out a few things and you're about to call him to you when you feel firm hands on your waist. Strong arms, wrapped in leather. You turn and bite back a moan; tight black pants, low cut sheer white button down, and a leather jacket all work together with his dark blue eyes, staring intensely, to paint a picture of the most perfect Daddy Dom.
"What do you think you're doing, Pretty girl?" His voice is low and his grip is strong.
"Picking an outfit for me and my baby boy," you tease softly. "He is ever so needy, needs me to dress him and all."
"I don't see any baby boy here," he smirks. "All I see is a very patient Daddy and a baby girl who's trying to pick out her own outfit for a night out. So naughty," he smacks your ass. You whine and press against him, which makes him laugh, shoving one leg between yours. You lower yourself on to his thigh and he immediately takes it away.
"Such a slut," he coos and he turns you in his arms so he's holding you from behind. "Let Daddy pick something out for you," he hums, kissing your neck. You nod and lean into the touch, and he grabs a sheer corset bodice, short a-line skirt dress with an elegant lace straps and a scoop neck to show off your chest.
"This okay, babe?" He asks and you nod. You stand still as he slowly puts the dress on you, zipping you in carefully and adjusting the way the dress supports your breasts.
"Your tits are amazing in this," he hums and you blush. He kneels at your feet, reaching up to tug your panties down. He stands, holding them in his hand. He looks you in the eye as he presses his face into the soft fabric, inhaling your scent, and then he pockets them.
"These are mine now," his voice is deliciously rough, and you squeeze your thighs togerher.
"Fuck... Daddy..." you whine.
"Get your shoes on, Princess. If you hurry like a good girl, you can blow me in the car," he instructs. You nod and go to grab your shoes when he pauses and pulls you close for a deep kiss.
"You look beautiful, and you're a really good girl for me. I love you," he looks at you with stars in his eyes and you blush.
"I love you too, Daddy. You look really handsome tonight, and you're being so good to me," you smile and he kisses you again.
"Good girl," he praises and you put your shoes on quickly.
After getting your treat in the car, you cling to him as you walk on wobbly legs through the bar looking for your friends.
"Easy there, Princess, didn't mean to get you all cum drunk," he hums in your ear. You huff and pull away, but he doesn't let you get far. You're firmly pressed against him when you spot Ashley, Y/bff/n, and y/guybff/n, waiting at a table on the patio. They start clapping when they see you, and cheering. Austin grabs your left hand and holds it up, proudly displaying his ring as well.
"I put a ring on it," he says triumphantly, and after you've greeted each other, and hugged.
Austin holds you close to him, hugging you from behind while you all talk.
"So when's the wedding?" Ashley asks, practically shouting she's so excited.
"Soon," you giggle.
"I say why wait?" Austin smiles, placing a kiss on your cheek and a gentle hand on your throat. Y/bff/n gives you a knowing look and Austin squeezes a little when he catches the look. "My Mafia Wife is a good little girl," he says proudly and you look away shyly. He coos and your friends make "oh how cute!" noises.
"Okay, are we gonna tease me or are we gonna drink and go dance?" You ask, giggling, but you really do want a drink. Austin gets the attention of a server and he gets drinks for everyone. He orders for you, for which you thank him, and he keeps rubbing your sides.
"So... are you two just gonna be like this, even after the wedding?" Y/Guybff/N asks, downing his beer. Austin looks at you and nods.
"Yeah, pretty much," he nods. "I love her, and I love her body, love touching her. I assume that's only going to increase when she's legally my wife, and we start trying," he kisses your neck once, and his hand wanders to your belly. Ashley rolls her eyes.
"Austin you are such a man," she sighs and you grin.
"He's a big strong dominant man," you purr as your drinks arrive. "Cheers to the happy couple!" Y/BFF/N cheers, holding up her glass. Everyone toasts you and Austin, who kisses you deeply when you've both taken a sip. You chug your drink and continue talking, but soon, you and Ashley were ready to head to a club.
"Time to dance," you giggle after your third drink, and Austin nods.
"Everyone ready?" He asks, and you all leave together, walking down the street together. You walk in front of Ashley and y/bff/n, making sure that y/guybff/n walks behind her, while Austin makes sure he's glued to your side.
"Remind me why we do this?" Ashley sighs.
"Because my woman says so, she knows how to protect her own," he grins and smacks your ass.
"Okay, is Austin just... On one, today?" Ashley asks and you turn to her.
"He's just being a protective Daddy," you giggle, and he squeezes your hand. When you get to the club, he keeps his hand on your waist, and he makes sure that the whole group, especially the girls, are safe as he heads to the bar. How he manages to keep track of everyone among the dark club, flashing lights, and loud music, you have no idea. Everyone gets drinks, while Austin crowds you and Ashley to the bar, placing you both between his arms and planting his hands firmly on the bar so you can't move. He shows y/guybff/n to do the same with y/bff/n.
"Gotta keep you safe," Austin hums softly. "I love you," he gives your neck a biting kiss.
"I love you too Daddy," you hum and you grab the drinks, passing them around. You down them quickly before going to the dance floor, leading everyone with a simple hand gesture. Austin watches proudly before resting his hand on your neck to remind you who's girl you are. Your whole group takes up quite a bit of space on the floor, but its easy to make sure no one gets lost. You relax into the beat and you shamelessly dance on Austin, letting the music move you. His hands on your hips guide you to move in circles against his hard length, and he roughly grips your hair. He pushes your upper body forward so that your hips press harder against his erection.
"Get ready to fucking take it..." he growls. "I'm gonna fucking wreck you," he moans, pulling your dress up in the back. You're into it, losing yourself in him, until a guy (who clearly didn't see her wedding ring) saunters up and starts touching Ashley.
You pull away from Austin's touch, and go up to her. She looks uncomfortable, and you step between her and the guy. He towered over you, but you weren't scared.
"What seems to be the issue?" You ask, crossing your arms. The guy rolls his eyes.
"What, are you the body guard or something?" He snorts. "Let me at her, bitch."
"Oh, I don't fucking think so," you laugh coldly. Austin smirks and stands back, arms crossed, and when the guy steps toward you, you push him back, using only one hand, but you're strong enough that he stumbles. He lunges forward and you try to duck, but his hands go down to grip your hips.
"Oh, that's not gonna end well for you," Ashley's words are the only warning you get before time stands still for a split second, and then a punch whizzes by your face from behind you, and connects with the guy's jaw.
"Don't ever fucking touch her," Austin snarls and you look at him with heat in your eyes.
"I've got this, Daddy," you assure him, and he keeps his hands on your hips, his eyes glowing with desire.
The guy doesn't get up, but you see people looking at you.
"Go!" You yell to your friends and they take off, you and Austin behind them. When you get outside you immediately start hailing cabs.
You tell everyone to meet at your place, and Austin gets his driver to come for the two of you for some privacy after making sure Ashley is okay.
He practically drags you into the car, and when the door is closed behind you, he undoes his pants and yanks your dress up.
"Color, Baby?" He asks and you whine.
"Green," you moan and he slams you down onto him, bucking his hips up as his hand grips your throat. Your eyes roll back in your head as you roll your hips to meet his thrusts.
"Fuck.. so fucking tight... and strong... and fucking wet from the violence... nasty, slutty wife of mine," he grunts, smacking your ass. You cry out as you get closer, having already been on egdge between the dancing and Austin defending you.
He pinches your clit roughly and bites down on one of your nipples and the bit of pain pushes you over the edge. He spills inside you, still playing with your clit, and the feeling of being filled drags out the sensation of your orgasm until it almost hurts. He pants against your skin, and pulls out carefully, scooping the mess from between your legs with two fingers. He licks his fingers clean, making filthy noises on purpose. You whimper from the sensitivity, and he croons softly at you.
"Oh, did Daddy make your sweet little cunt sore?" He pouts at you, and when you nod he squeezes your jaw gently. Your mouth falls open and he spits, coating your lips and your tongue. He's never like this, and you honestly love that you're seeing this side of him. "Fucking gorgeous," he moans, scooping up more if the mess and sucking his fingers clean, then he kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth.
"I'll kiss your cunt better when we're alone tonight," he promises you, and you nod.
"Does it bother you that I get in fights?" You ask and he smirks, shaking his head.
"I'm not making you change, or trading your violets for roses," he promises you, kissing your hand right next to your engagement ring.
"You should spit in my mouth more often, Daddy, I almost came again," you say softly as you pull up to your place.
"Me too," he grins. "I love my badass, perfect, sweet, sexy Mafia Wife," he looks into your eyes while he talks, and you kiss him gently.
"I love my strong sexy Daddy. Come on, lets go drink with our friends," you remind him and he nods, nodding down to his undone pants.
"Clean up after yourself, messy baby," he admonishes you playfully. You get him tucked back in his pants and zipped up again, and you join your friends upstairs so you can drunkenly teach Ashley the basics of boxing while Austin stands behind you hoping no one notices his cum dripping down your thighs, or the hand shaped bruises on your throat and legs.
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narrators-journal · 1 month
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Check up
So, this took me so long to pick a specific scenario to go with. I may have missed a bit of the prompts, but I feel I at least included them on some level. Teasing is there in a verbal sense? I’m trying to shake up how I portray teasing, so it might’ve been a bit too vague here, hand jobs are sort of included, and oral is def included lol. Sorry if it’s not perfect, I’m not the most confident with takemi, which probably didn’t help my struggle to pick a scenario for her lol.
CW: Oral, blueballing makes a return, handjobs a lil bit, some teasing energy at least? I kinda suck with teasing prompts recently.
As the sun set outside, Takemi wrote out the last notes of her latest experiment in her quiet, empty clinic. With only the buzz of the lights and the creak of her chair beneath her to keep her company as she worked. At least, until she heard the chime of her clinic’s door being opened and closed.
So, she got up from her desk to look out into the waiting room to find a...A gorgeous man in his early to mid twenties. “Hello, may I help you?” She asked while her dark eyes drank in the man’s appearance. “Uh, yeah, actually. I need a check up done for my job, but I don’t really have a lot of money for a big hospital? Could you give me a reputable check up?” He asked, his voice just as nice as his appearance. So, Takemi hummed with a glance to her watch. I should logically turn him away. I’m only twenty minutes from closing up, and I don’t need more paperwork. She mused, but, when she glanced back at the man, an idea took root in her mind. “Yeah, sure. Right this way.” She hummed, and the man obediently followed. Once inside, Takemi pulled out a clip board and found the right paperwork to start the exam while the man sat on the cot against one of her walls.
And, while it wasn’t appropriate, Takemi found her core warmed when she put the stethoscope to the man’s chest to hear a strong, healthy heartbeat and feel his muscles beneath the thin fabric of his t-shirt. A heartbeat that noticeably picked up when the man could see her cleavage when she leaned over. "Hm. Seems your heart is plenty healthy.” She hummed, straightening to take note of his vitals. “Do you mind taking your pants down?” “huh?!” The man squawked, but Takemi’s dark eyes barely lifted from the paperwork. “I’m being thorough. I need to check for stds or any signs of illness.” She fibbed. But she was firm in her tone, so, with a bit of hesitance, the man got up and dropped his pants as he’d been instructed. Good boy.
With that, she put the clipboard down to begin her examination. First with a scan of the bulge in his boxers, the muscles of his legs, and the tone of his skin. He was quite the impressive specimen indeed.
So, she reached out and ran a finger down from the bottom of his ribs, over his belly, and to the waistband of his boxers to hook her finger under the elastic and tug it down. “Miss Takemi?” Her patient asked, a red dusting over his cheeks as he stared at her with wide eyes. “I’m just being thorough,” She hummed simply, her own eyes focused on the semi-hard cock that slipped from his boxers as she pulled them down. “If you have an std, it could affect the check-up.” She said, another lie, but the man didn’t seem to know that, so he just gulped down his nerves and allow her to wrap her fingers around his healthy length. “Your cock seems rather healthy,” she noted as she began to slowly stroke him. “U-um...thank you?” He said, the nerves evident in his shakey voice. But, Takemi didn’t say anything else as she pushed him to sit back down on the cot so she could get on her knees between his feet.
Once face to face with the cock, she was extra impressed by the look of it. It was a good girth, and a nice length that would surely fill her up nicely.
Takemi smiled a bit to herself as she let her tongue slip out to swirl around the head of her patient’s cock, the sweet taste of his pre-cum strong on her tongue the same way his light gasps from the heat of the wet muscle were music to her ears. “U-um, miss Takemi, is...this really necessary for my check up?” The man asked again, breathless, with a stronger hue of red to his cheeks. “Of course, sir. I need to be sure of your sexual health.” She hummed, her tongue pulled away from his cock to simply press the leaking tip to her cheek playfully. “Do you want me to stop? You can always go to a different doctor who isn’t as...thorough.” She hummed, her dark eyes fixed on his face to study the way his cheeks continued to darken into red hues. “Of course, those cost more money than I expect you to pay.”
As she said that, her patient’s expression changed to a darker expression at the recollection of a certainly light pocket book. So, Takemi began stroking his impressive length to regain his attention so she could offer, “Of course, maybe if your healthy enough to help me with a little something, I might consider this a freebie exam.” Which, seemed to cheer the man up. That, or the slow, tight strokes of her fingers had his brain melted into a puddle like an ice cream cone on a summer day.
Either way, he nodded dumbly at her suggestion. So, the gothic woman wrapped her lips around the tip once more to suck gently and watch his eyes slowly glaze over from nothing but her teasing ministrations. Which, sent a thrill down Takemi’s spine as she sat on her knees on the cold tile floor of her examination room. So, she went ahead and rewarded the man. Her lips allowed to slip lower on his shaft until his cock sat heavily on her tongue and she could feel a shudder run through his body even before she began to bob her head.
Though, when she did move her head, she got the satisfaction of her gorgeous patient’s low groans and moans each time she swirled her tongue around him or added a bit of suction to each upstroke. Especially when she used her hand to stroke the parts she decided to neglect to draw out each twitch and throb of his member on her tongue.
However, as much as she enjoyed his moans and pants, the dark-haired woman pulled off of his dick to smile at the eager erection that stood before her. “I think that’s enough for today, though. I think it’s best to hold off on some tests. For now, I’ll prescribe you some medication for your current issue, but you’ll need to come back so I can make sure the issue is solved.” She said simply, back to her professional demeanor as she got to her feet to grab her little book and note down her suggestion before the man sat upon the cot could formulate a response.
In fact, he seemed to be at a total loss for words. So, Takemi simply stood him up and fixed his pants to give him his prescription and shoo him out before he could try to argue so she could finally close up and get home.
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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years
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Oh hi,,,,remember,,,,when we talked about jealous tech?,,,,
Just think. Maybe medic!reader is helping an injured shiny while Tech is in the other bed in the (otherwise private) room. The shiny is explaining what Happened to cause his injury and of course he’s charming. (You and tech have def had unspoken of feelings.) you go “awe hey you’re really smart trooper.” And tech SNAPS because he’s your smart trooper.
You can decide to do with that what you will <3
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Holy shit that is perfect for this because confidence and jealousy is hot, I love you activist cryptid you
i need therapy, perhaps, also Tech is 100% strong enough to bust a holopad okay
also there is gonna be some hunky kissin and smoochin so folks, beware, children please leave
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You had been rolling bandages when you realized you had done something horribly and terribly wrong. You glanced up from your table in the back room of your ward and were only met with the glaring eyes of one very agitated Tech. You blinked slowly, fingers lingering on the rolled gauze in your hands."What?"
He mumbled, which was very un-Tech like. You paused, you tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek.
Your eyes flicked back to the doorway with the other regs, the nonseriously injured ones.
Oh.
You hesitated and then grinned, setting the bandages down as you sauntered towards Tech's bed, a confident gait settling into your hips with all the sway of a confident woman. "I think I know what's going on."
Tech glanced up at you, brows still knitted together. "Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong.'
"Am I?" You pursed your lips in a cheeky grin, leaning over, suddenly nose to nose with Tech. "I think I’m right."
His brow narrowed further, eyes not leaving yours, face increasingly speckling with blush spreading in a pattern you had memorized by now. “I doubt it.”
The two of you had been dancing around in- every busted rib, every scar, every bruise and tense moment on the battlefield, there was something there, magnetizing you, pulling you to one another in the most polarizing sense of the word. You both knew it. Played with it. Teased the idea, but you on your North end and him on his South, separate as you pondered this pull. You wanted to ignore it no more. You admired him, you wanted him, in every way.
Yes, you felt his eyes settling on you every time you flirted. Every moment at a bar, or around the hormonal soldiers who would take any oppurtinity to flirt with a breathing woman. The way he stood by you, the moments on the battlefield he stood over you and covered you as you bandaged the wounded. He wanted you, too- the grazing touches, the richness in his voice when he said your name, the quick glances as your lips, your body, the admiration in everything he did involving you- he really wanted you, too.
The perfect way to have him own up to his feelings- utterly breaking him.
You paused, then glanced back at the room, shrugging, leaning off the bed. “If you insist,” You purred, sauntering to the reg medical room.
"Where are you going?" Tech shifted, moving to sit up, grimacing slightly at the effort.
"To do my... doctor things." You beamed innocently over your shoulder at him, eyes malicious, as you entered the reg medical room. You felt Tech's gaze boring into you, and you turned to the current reg, and you smiled gently at him. "Hi. I'm the resident medic." You tapped om the insignia on your white coat.
He sat up, brows raising. Women in the ranks were rare, which happened to be perfect to prove your hypothesis. Your grin perked up as you grabbed a holopad, sliding a stool to him and sitting down. "What brings you to me today?'
"Aside from the beauty and brains I see in front of me?"
You made sure to laugh your most flirtatious laugh- high pitched, tinkering. "Oh, trooper." You giggled, sliding the stool closer, examining the arm he held up to you, which had been haphazardly bandaged. "Battlefield injury?"
"Mhm." He relaxed back against the pillow. "Yep. Defending the ray shields abiut three kliks from base."
"Mm." You unwrapped the bandage and examined the wound. It wasn't deep- a fracture at most, you decided. "You're a brave guy, aren't you?" You glanced back into the back room, where Tech's eyes had darkened. You shot him an innocent smile, quickly setting the bone and re-bandaging it. "Oh, good job. That hurts, I know." You crooned, applying some bacta to his skin and sealed off the splint.
The reg grinned, exhaling, trying to wiggle his fingers. "Thanks, Doc." He grinned, leaning back. "Say, am I your only patient today."
"No, but you're probably my favorite." You grinned, standing, typing in a status update on the holopad. The clone laughed, leaning up to look more at you.
"You're my favorite doctor, you know."
"Aw." You grinned, submitting the report. "Then you must be a smart man."
"Oh, I am!" The reg grinned, leaning back, good arm elevating his head. "I'm on the bomb squad."
You nodded, grinning, leaning on the doorway. "Oh, so you're very smart." You set the holopad down, tilting your head. "So smart, level headed- so you're the cream of the crop."
An irritated sputter came from the private medical room behind you. You glanced back, almost cackling at Tech, who was absolutely boiling. His face was a gorgeous tint of red, his muscles tensed up under his glove, and the holopad in his hands was diligently holding up to the pressure he was putting on it, fingers firm, the rim cracked.
You shot him a wink. Your attention shifted back to the injured trooper, who was trying to peer into the room. "Everything good, Doc?"
"Oh, just another patient." You offered the reg a sweet smile, a sticky sweet smile and you helped him wrap a sling around his arm and tied it behind his neck. "Coming to see me for a little cough. Don't concern yourself." You helped the trooper up, walking him to the door. "I'll send instructions to your C.O., don't come see me too soon."
The trooper was a fly caught in your honeyed feminine trap. He smiled, winking at you. "But I kinda want to."
"Give it a few days, trooper." You chuckled, gently shooing him out.
With a sigh, you turned, admiring the now empty medical room. Well.. almost empty.
Tech was standing at the doorway to the private room, honeyed eyes glistening in anger, jealousy written in his gaze, lip curled. "So," He said, a hiss relieving his voice. "He's your smart trooper."
"Considering that you didn't want to take that role, yes." The words held a beguiling offer, a tempting bet, brows raised in challenge. “I take it I was right, Tech?” Your tongue annunciated the last syllable, delicious on your lips.
Tech's jaw rotated in a way you rarely saw- perhaps amidst firefights, and his shoulders tensed. Your eyes flicked to the surprisingly broad shoulders- he was lean, but well built. The top half of his body glove outlined the sinewy arms and pectorals, while his bulky armor still on from the waist down did him the disservice of failing to balance out his body.
His eyes tracked yours, and he stalked towards you. You backed up, half in shock, half in amusement. “Oh, so my theory was-?”
Your mouth stopped moving as his crashed into it, a ship in a storm, hands shaking as the pressed to the small of your back. You sighed, shock washing out through your toes that curled in your boots, and you wrapped your arms around him as he pressed your shoulders against the wall, voice hoarse as she spoke, words warm against your lips. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t make up for what you did,” He whispered, tugging away, a spark in his eyes. 
You sighed, wilting, holding into him. “Oh, that’s funny, I can’t think of a reason. Maybe you should prove me right.”
Tech stared at you, then grinned brightly, the gleam still in his eyes as he leaned down, lips moving in a waltzing rhythym with yours, and he tugged you up to wrap your legs around his waist. “That’s a shame,” He exhaled, softly against your ear, hissing as you tugged at the neck of his body glove. “Neither can I.”
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meteorrogers · 3 years
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the secret charm of forbidden things | a. b.
summary: you piss off your professor 
pairing: professor!andy barber x reader
warnings: professor/student relationship, student humiliation (nothing serious), fluff, smut (+18 pls), daddy kink, spanking, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (and like the most unoriginal plot); let me know if i missed something!
word count: 3,478 (approx)
a/n: i really tried to avoid writing this shit but my brain just wouldn’t let it go, so i’m really sorry for this. also, i’m not a smut writer so this couldn’t be more poorly written. sorry for that too *nervous laughter* i hope there are some readers out there who enjoy cliché stories lol. oh and i know nothing about criminal law so i just skimmed through the Mass. laws and picked the easiest thing i could create a question of. anyway, if you do read this, i hope you’ll enjoy it and let me know what you think! every kind of feedback is appreciated!! 
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You’re browsing the internet, looking for some quality e-shop that would offer lingerie you’d like. Or more importantly, he would like. And since your focus is completely on the phone that is hidden from the professor’s eyes (or so you think), you miss the call of your name.
“Miss (Y/L/N)!” the stern and this time louder sound of a male voice brings your attention to the man that it belongs to, standing only a few feet from your seat, thanks to its place in the front row. His expression is hard, a clear sign that you’ve been caught and you shrink into your chair, your cheeks becoming warm. “If you want to pass my class, I suggest you turn off the phone and focus on the lecture.”
You do as you’re asked and put the phone away but you don’t expect him to address you again.
“So since you seem to have enough knowledge that you don’t even need to listen to me,” he pauses and comes closer to you, crossing his arms. “Tell me what the punishments for organ trafficking are.”
You hold your breath, not even realizing it as you’re trying to think of the correct answer, however, that’s a little difficult with him towering over you, and your eyes can’t help but flicker to his crotch that is aligned with your vision. When you look up again, there is an amusement painted over his face which you almost miss to notice. 
“Um, imprisonment?”
The professor keeps looking at you expectantly and when you don‘t say anything more, his chest heaves in a deep sigh, and his eyebrows rise as he looks at the floor in disappointment. “You’ll be having a hard time getting clients, Miss (Y/L/N),” he tells you and goes back to his desk to lean his backside on it.
Okay, you weren’t paying attention but you also thought that the times when professors publicly humiliated students had been left behind. So, now you are not only embarrassed but also pissed.
You just roll your eyeballs and slightly shake your head, taking a pen and doodling in the open notebook laying on your desk in order to calm yourself down and trying not to think about the judgemental stares being sent your way.
“Does anyone here want to remind Miss (Y/L/N) the consequences of organ trafficking?” he asks, before fucking Amelia raises her hand with her all too sugary may I, professor Barber? and you nearly lose it. You watch him as he sweetly smiles at her and prompts her to answer. She does, correctly so, and while she’s going into details, he lets his eyes wander and rest them on you from time to time. You never avert your eyes, glaring at him, hoping he takes notice of the annoyance written all over your face, but he just smirks when she finishes talking and he looks back at her.
“You’re a brilliant student, Amelia. I think you deserve a reward for the hard work.” When he stresses the word reward, he gives you a glance, and you can’t keep your eyes from rolling, again.
“Alright, class, that’s it for today. Don’t forget to send in the paper that’s due Sunday. Enjoy your weekend.”
You pack your things, shoving them into your bag before storming towards the exit, but you don’t make it too far when the professor’s voice stops you in your tracks.
“Miss (Y/L/N), a moment, please,” he says as he gathers his things. You sigh, closing your eyes as you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come. Turning around, you make your way towards him. 
“I believe we need to discuss your work ethic.” when you remain silent, he continues. “Great, since you don’t have any objections, you can follow me into my office.”
You do as you’re told and while you wait for him to unlock the door in the corner of the auditorium, you catch a glimpse of Amelia giving you a smug smirk. Mr. Barber finally opens the door and extends his arm, letting you in before him. You enter and stop in the middle of the office, nervously fiddling with the hem of your pleated black skirt as you hear a soft click signaling that the door is now closed, followed by the snap of the lock.
You gulp, your heart beating faster as you continue to stand there and try not to give away your nervousness. The only sound that follows is the echo of his footsteps as he walks past you and to his desk, putting his stuff on the wooden surface. He doesn’t say anything, unbuttoning his cuffs and rolling the sleeves of his moss green dress shirt up to his elbows and the veins of his forearm are left on full display.
“Mr. Barber, I—“ you finally speak up but he cuts you off, making his way towards the comfy-looking couch sitting alongside the wall opposite of you. 
“You wanna tell me what that was about? You know I have a no-phone policy in my class, right?” he sits down and spreads his arms on the back of the sofa.
“I’m sorry, I was just—“
“You were just what? Looking for some skimpy underwear to tease me with during the lectures?” the blood rushes to your cheeks and you look to your left, not able to hold his gaze anymore. “As much as I’d enjoy that sight, I’m still a little disappointed in you. The question wasn’t that hard.” He’s closely watching your every reaction as your body squirms, your thighs discreetly rubbing against each other. “You know, Amelia truly is a great student. She’s slowly becoming better than you since you seem distracted for most of my classes. What reward do you think I should give her?”
And that is what causes you to run out of patience and your head to snap to where he is sitting. Bingo, Andy thinks.
“Are you fucking serious, Andy?” you say with a raised voice. If you blinked, you wouldn’t even catch the smirk that formed on his lips for like a millisecond.
“Hey!” he scolds “Watch your tone.“
You ignore him.
“Since when do you humiliate your students in front of the whole class, huh?” you confront him angrily “It was a dick move, Andy, you know that! And then the bullshit with Amelia? If you want her to wet your dick, just ask her, I’m sure she’ll be up for it.”
“Come here,” he says calmly which unsettles you because you expected him to be furious given the way you’d lashed out at him, but you roll your eyes anyway and turn to leave, however, the sound of your name coming from his lips stops you. “(Y/N).” you inhale deeply and turn back to him. “I said, come here.”
You come up to him, still keeping your distance so you don‘t stand between his spread-out legs. “What?” you bite.
He huffs out a laugh. “You’re walking on very thin ice, sweetheart.” He says and you feel your belly doing flips at the nickname. “How about you lose the attitude and come here like I instructed you to.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“How about you go fuck yourself.”
And that’s the last straw. Andy Barber is a very patient guy but when it comes to a bratty behavior like yours right now, he tends to lose his temper pretty quickly.
He swiftly leans forward and grabs your wrist, yanking you between his thighs. You have to catch yourself on his broad shoulders as you stumble from the firm tug, your stomach flush against his chest. His hand grabs the strap of your bag, putting it on the floor before his fingers fall to the back of your thighs, sliding up and up until they rest just below the cheeks of your ass, holding you against him.
“You wanna be a bad girl today, huh?”
You frown and click your tongue. “Jesus, Andy, I’m not in the mood for this.” You start pushing against his shoulders to put a distance between you, failing miserably.
“Sweetheart, you’re not even trying. You think I’m stupid or what?”
“I’m serious, let me go,” you say, but you don’t even sound convincing to yourself.
“You’re not in the mood, you say?” he asks and you nod your head. “Then why do I smell you all the way here, hm?” his fingers creep higher, playing with the lacy hem of your panties. He snorts. “You’re desperate to get fucked, aren’t you?”
By now, your panties are drenched. After what he did to you in the class, you tried so hard not to be turned on by him, but it’s impossible. Andy is a very attractive man, very intelligent and in combination with his sinful mouth, you just can’t bring yourself to not want to be fucked by him.
He doesn’t break eye contact when he hooks his fingers into your underwear and slides them down your legs, until he leans forward, his cheek brushing your hip so he can pull them all the way down himself. You step out of them and his back straightens up, putting the piece of ruined fabric into his pants pocket.
“Get over my knee.”
“Andy, come on. We’re in school. Can’t you just fuck me now and spank me later?”
“Oh, so suddenly you are in the mood?” he raises his brows “Get over my knee. Now. You don’t wanna piss me off more than I already am.” He says sternly.
You unhurriedly move from in between his legs but you’re too slow for his liking. Before you can react, he’s once again yanking you by your wrist, twisting your body in a way that makes you fall over his thick thighs. One hand gently settles on your throat, holding your head up, and the other starts tickling the back of your knee before slowly creeping up your thigh, tucking up your skirt, until you feel the cool air of the room brush against your wet pussy.
You clutch his pants in your hands, and when his palm leaves your skin you prepare yourself for the first blow. Instead, he gently sets it down on your butt again just to caress it, but even that unexpected touch has you jerking forward. He laughs and before you know it, the hand lifts itself up and strikes your right cheek. This time your body jerks rightfully but the fingers around your neck tighten, preventing you from moving too much.
“Not so tough now, huh?” he strokes the sore skin. “How many do you think you deserve?” you shrug as best as the restraint allows you to. “If I remember correctly” he pauses, just to brush his fingers against your pussy lips, smiling to himself when he feels the arousal leaking out of you “You weren’t paying attention in the class.” He spanks your other cheek. “You were using your phone even though it’s forbidden.” For that, the next hit lands on your right cheek again and you don’t think before you dare to open your mouth.
“Really? You are gonna lecture me about what is and isn‘t forbidden? You’re fucking your student for God’s sake.”
“Just for that, I’m adding 5 more to the ones for raising your voice at me, lying to me, and disobeying me.”
He spanks you for everything he listed, caressing your sore butt in between each hit and you are on the verge of crying, the tears in your eyes about to fall down your cheeks. When you think he’s finished, you release a relieved breath, but suddenly, he strikes you three more times, without any break and you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, the tears finally rolling down.
“That was for the eye rolls I received throughout the day.” He says angrily before leaning down, brushing his lips against your ear as he whispers. “Now, what do you call me when we’re alone?” You just need a minute to catch your breath to reply but he’s not having it. “Answer me right now, or I’ll spank your ass raw, you won’t even be able to sit right. What do you call me?” he asks again.
“Daddy.” You whimper quietly and he smiles.
“Good girl.” He forces your body up with the hand on your throat and throws you on the couch, but before you can make yourself comfortable, he flips you on your stomach and grabs your hips, pulling you up so your ass is in the air.
His touch disappears for a moment and when you adjust your head to be able to get at least a little peek at him, your cheek pressed into the couch, you see him loosening his tie. He grabs your arms and crosses them at your wrist on the small of your back, tying them together with the piece of fabric.
He kisses each palm and then continues up your bare arm, licking, sucking, and biting, until his lips reach your shoulder covered by the short sleeve of your white t-shirt. “You okay, sweetheart?” He knows you are, but just to be sure.
“Yes, daddy.” You smile and he tugs the neckline of your shirt away for a second just to kiss your skin.
Then, he kneels on the floor behind you, coming face to face with your weeping cunt and he needs to adjust himself at the sight. He curls his fingers around your thighs and starts kissing them, getting closer to your core and his eyes close on their own accord when he inhales your smell. His lips finally make contact with your lower ones, his tongue licking a stripe from your clit to your entrance before he pulls away and hums, leaving you trembling. 
“Andy!” You whine from the loss as your frustration grows, and he bites the tender skin of your ass.
“Baby, call me Andy one more time and you won’t be coming for a very long time.”
Your breath shudders when you exhale. “I’m sorry, daddy.”
If it was any other time and any other place, he would take his time to properly punish you, but someone could knock on the door any second and he’s honestly been dying to devour you all day.
He spreads your cheeks and leans forward, finally burying his face into your cunt, his tongue finding the little bundle of nerves and you moan, your eyes rolling in your head from the feeling of his soft tongue relieving the ache combined with the feeling of his rough beard scratching your inner thighs.
Andy takes the bud between his lips, sucking harshly and you buck your hips, causing him to grunt and the vibrations go straight into your clit, more slick dripping from your hole. He doesn‘t let a single drop go to waste as he licks up to your entrance, slurping the juices along the way before he starts plunging his tongue in and out of you. You bite your lip, trying not to make too loud sounds.
“That feel good?” he pulls away to ask, replacing his tongue with his thumb as he waits for your answer, rubbing your clit in quick circles.
“So good, daddy. Let me cum, please,” you whimper and he smirks.
“You’re lucky we’re in my office right now, otherwise I’d take my sweet time to take this sweet pussy apart,” to emphasize it, he thrusts his thumb into you and pinches your sensitive clit between two fingers, another moan escaping your lips. “I wouldn’t let you cum until you were crying and screaming out apologies.”
He slides his thumb back down to your clit, quickly circling it as he dives into you again, massaging your walls with the soft muscle until the knot in your belly starts tightening and you bite on the cushion to prevent yourself from screaming as the dam finally breaks and you’re cumming, Andy drinking up everything your pussy has to offer and he needs to force himself to pull away, your taste almost too addictive.
Before you know it, the sound of his belt clanking reaches your ears and a moment later, you feel his hand on your hip while the other gets a hold of his cock, positioning the tip at your entrance before pushing himself slowly into your heat. He groans while you mewl, filling you to the hilt and giving you some time to adjust to his size.
He starts with slow thrusts once he feels you constrict around him and the hand that isn’t bruising your hip grips the knot that holds your wrists together, giving himself leverage when he begins to quicken his pace.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. So tight.”
And he feels amazing, too, his cock reaching all the right places, the familiar tingling reappearing again as your thighs start to quiver. He leans over you, his chest to your back as his hand on your hip slides down and starts rubbing your clit.
“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” his warm breath hits the shell of your ear. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel your pussy squeezing around me. God.”
“Please, daddy.” You mewl and he growls at your innocent voice, picking up his pace even more so, his thrusts becoming harder and your tied hands grasp his wrist. 
“Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.” He nips at your ear and with a few more thrusts, you’re cumming again, not able to hold in the moans anymore. He rides you through it, chasing his own orgasm and when you feel his hot cum filling you up, he stills, his breath brushing your cheek as he pants.
Once he comes down from his high, he kisses your jaw and stands up, pulling himself from your heat and you hiss at the feeling. He puts his cock into his boxers and zips his pants before he unties your hands, revealing the light red marks on your wrists. You stretch your hands a little before you bring them under yourself to lift yourself up, your skirt falling back down around your thighs and covering your now-glistening intimate parts.
Turning around, you stay kneeling on the couch, looking up at Andy with those big eyes that make him weak in the knees. The corner of his mouth lifts at the sight of your fucked out state, your hair is messy, there are imprints from the cushion on the cheek you were lying on, and the wet trails from your tears are almost dried.
He leans down and kisses you slowly and deeply as his fingers tangle themselves in your hair, his other hand gently cupping your cheek. Jesus, he doesn’t know how you do it but his dick is already twitching in his pants so he breaks the kiss because otherwise, he’d have to fuck you again. He pulls you up on your feet and bends down to pick up your bag, slinging it over your shoulder before his hands fall to your hips. You smile and adjust the strap.
“So, when will I see you in the new number?” he smirks.
“Well, I didn’t even get to pick any,” you reply with a smile and a raised eyebrow. “And I have Mrs. Harper next and I wouldn’t dare to use my phone during her class since her punishments are actual punishments.”
“Are you saying my punishments are ineffective?” he feigns shock.
“I’m just saying if you fucked every student for using their phone, they’d be doing it on purpose, professor.”
He laughs and pulls you closer. “That would be exhausting. But those kinds of punishments are reserved for my favorite student only.” 
“Should I be worried? You seemed pretty delighted with Amelia.” you joke, but half of you is a bit insecure because Amelia is a pretty girl with glowing skin and a brain big enough to impress him. And like the amazing person Andy is, he sees right through you and gives you an adoring smile before his lips touch your forehead, your eyes fluttering close. 
“You are my favorite student. Nobody else,” he assures you once he pulls away. 
Your smile widens and your belly twists at his sappiness, but you wrinkle your nose when you suddenly become aware of the slickness between your legs.
“I need my panties back.”
He snorts and shakes his head.
“I’m gonna keep them.” Your jaw drops. You have two more classes today, you can’t go that long with Andy’s cum leaking out of you! “Oh, you thought your punishment was over? I want you to come over to my place right after school. And don’t even think about going home to change.” His stern voice is back and he takes your chin between his fingers.
“I hope you finished your paper. We have a long weekend in front of us.”
the end.
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Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid/Latina OFC Sophie Cortes Word Count: 8,691 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Daddy Kink, Daddy Training, Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Spanking, Oral Fixation, Office Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Protected Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Rimming, Double Penetration, Subspace, Aftercare Summary: One month after the events of ‘Perfect’, Aaron has some very big plans for Spencer and Sophie—and a few things don’t go according to plan. Collection: Part 3 of 5 of Present, Perfect, Patient, Promise, Pretend series Note: This is a previously published work from A03, just moving it over to tumblr. Link to A03 or read below! Spencer and Sophie are about to head to the break room together for tea when her desk phone rings. He reaches his hand out for her cup, earns a mouthed thank you and a smile, and she answers as he walks away.
When he walks back with their tea, she has a look on her face. It’s one he recognizes easily, after a month of being her daddy, a look that tells him it was Aaron on the phone. He smiles softly, sets her mug down on the desk. “You okay?” She nods slowly.
“Hotch wants us in his office.”
“Ooh, sounds like it’s time for a spankin’, girl,” Morgan teases, and Sophie rolls her eyes lightly.
“Reid’s coming too. You think he’d spank me in front of him?”
It’s kind of a funny question, because he has, on more than one occasion. Spencer has spanked her, too. It makes her flushed, whiny, needy, gorgeous—just thinking about it makes him hot under the collar.
“Come on, we better go up,” he says, guiding her to the stairs. If anyone has noticed him being a little more assertive with her lately, they haven’t mentioned it, and that kind of surprises him.
Adding him to their relationship hasn’t exactly been kept secret—they don’t make an effort to hide the fact that they all leave together sometimes, or arrive together, go to lunch together—but nothing has been explicitly confirmed with the team. Still, he kind of expected them to notice the change in him. He feels changed, a little more confident, a little less awkward in his own skin, but so far, nothing. He’s still just the same old Reid when they’re here.
When they’re not here, though…
They enter the office, and Spencer closes the door behind him. Aaron gets out of his chair, walks over to them, plants a warm, firm kiss on his lips, then Sophie’s.
“Mmm. Are we being rewarded?” Sophie asks, eyelids heavy. He wonders what Aaron said to her on the phone to get her so softened up already. “If so, I don’t know what I did.” Aaron chuckles.
“You can think of it as a pre-reward, because I’m going to tell you to do something, and I know you’re going to do it. Do you know how I know?”
“How, daddy?”
“Because you’re our good girl, and you’ll do anything you’re told, and because you're our horny girl, and I’m going to let you come after.” Spencer looks over at him, must look as turned on as he feels, because Aaron smirks a little. “I’m going to let you come, too. You’re going to do what I tell you, aren’t you, Spencer? You like that.”
Ever since the weekend he trained Spencer to be Sophie’s daddy, Aaron has been slipping in some subtle commands for Spencer as well, and he can’t deny the way his body reacts to the sound of his voice, the stern set of his eyes. He likes it both ways, likes feeling submissive and making Sophie feel submissive. He even looked it up on the internet, and he’s definitely not alone.
“Yes,” he replies, and he feels his voice is a little weak. Sophie takes his hand; Aaron crosses his arms.
“Try again. Yes, what?” Sophie looks up at him, chews her lip, and he takes a shaky breath. This part is new.
“Yes, daddy.”
It’s a good thing the blinds are closed, because Sophie kind of loses it, pulls the both of them toward her and kisses Spencer and then Aaron and paws eagerly at his clothes.
“This is so hot, can I suck you off? Please, daddy, I’ll be quick.” Her eyes are big when she looks up at him, and he sighs, like giving her what she wants is a hassle. Spencer hasn’t quite mastered the art of not eagerly letting her do whatever she asks, but he’s working on it.
“Okay, but you have to be quiet. I know you’re a loud, needy slut when you’re on your knees for daddy.” She nods quickly, and Spencer comes up behind her, covers her hands where they fumble with Aaron’s belt.
“Easy, baby. Let me help you.” He unclasps Aaron’s belt, looking up at him with undoubtedly hooded eyes, then unzips his pants, pushes them down a little. Aaron presses his lips together like he’s trying not to moan; it makes him feel like he’s being good and bad, and it’s a feeling he likes. “Can I suck, too, daddy?”
Aaron does moan at that. Spencer considers that a win.
“Yes, gorgeous boy. You’ll take turns: ten seconds each until I come.” Sophie is breathing so hard between them, and kind of trembling, and Aaron touches her face. “Calm down, love. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“Yes, daddy.” She swallows hard. “Can I start?” she asks them both, and they nod together. She squeezes her eyes shut briefly, slides to her knees, and moans softly as soon as her mouth is on him. In ten seconds, Aaron puts his hands carefully in her hair, guides her off.
“Spencer’s turn.” Fuck, this is so hot. He drops to his knees beside her, looks up at Aaron, and sucks tight; Aaron’s hands clench white against his desk. “Time’s up,” he rasps after ten of the fastest seconds of Spencer’s life, and when he pulls back, Sophie is on him immediately, hand on his balls, taking him deeper.
That’s not really fair, because she’s had more practice. He’ll have to find a way to catch up.
She doesn’t need to be told to stop, this time, and she puts her hand in his hair as he takes his turn, making him moan around Aaron’s cock. A slightly rougher hand grips him, tilts his head back so he slides off.
“Quietly, if you want to be daddy’s good boy,” he murmurs, and Spencer nods. He wants that more than anything. “Start over.” He sucks at the head, gets him extra wet, and bobs until he thinks it’s time; he pulls off with a lick, and Sophie leans in to lick as well, and they curl their tongues around him together even though that’s not the rule. Aaron doesn't seem to mind, tips his head back and clutches at his desk for support. “Oh, fuck. Jesus.” Sophie’s tongue touches his when she licks a stripe up the side of Aaron’s cock, and it takes all of his willpower not to come in his pants.
“Okay, my turn,” she says, breathlessly, and he pulls back to let her suck him down, stroking quickly; it’s clear he’s close, his hips moving slowly, because he knows she doesn’t like that too fast, and Spencer feels greedy, wants the come in his mouth.
“My turn,” he says, and she releases him with a sigh but bends down to suck on his balls while Spencer takes him in.
That’s enough for Aaron, and he comes with a muffled groan, flooding his mouth in a way that’s almost overwhelming, but he swallows, gasping when it’s over. Sophie kisses him dirty and deep, her tongue probing inside his mouth like she’s looking for a taste, and then she gives up and licks the head of Aaron’s dick until it’s too much for him and he guides her off.
They are all left panting, and Sophie pulls Spencer against her, nuzzles his throat.
“Can I suck Spencer, daddy?” she asks in a small, needy voice, and he groans softly. Aaron fixes his clothes, scrubs a hand through his hair.
“Yes, you can, my perfect little come slut. You’re unhappy because Spencer got to swallow for daddy, aren’t you?” She bites her bottom lip, and her eyes are wet as she nods. Spencer pulls her in for a hug, rubs her lips with his thumb. “You’re going to have to learn to share, sweetheart. I know it’s hard.”
“It’s so hard, daddy.” Aaron crouches down to their level, touches them both gently.
“I know, baby girl. I’ll let you suck him, but first, bend over the desk.” She practically scrambles into Spencer’s lap at his deep, stern command, whimpers quietly.
“What did I do?”
“I was trying to give you two instructions and you pounced on me. You were greedy and impatient because you wanted to suck daddy’s cock so badly. You’re going to get four spanks from each of us.” She looks at Spencer, squirms in his lap, and he kisses her softly.
“You heard daddy. Over the desk.” She takes a deep breath and Aaron stands, helps her up, guides her to the desk so her arms are stretched across it and her ass is out for them. Spencer rises to his feet, and Aaron pulls him closer, kisses him hard.
“Take down her pants. She was very naughty, and she needs to really feel these ones.” Spencer takes a rough breath, nods, and unbuttons her jeans, slides them down her thighs; she’s wearing a thong, so that can stay. Daddy’s rules. “Good boy. Kiss me.”
His mind goes blank. Even after sucking Aaron’s cock and swallowing his come, the thing that makes Spencer the weakest is hearing him say kiss me. That’s very interesting.
His heart rate picks up, and he flushes, pulls him close, kisses him deeply. Aaron’s lips are softer than his words, almost reverent as they move against his, and Spencer feels lightheaded when it’s over. “Perfect, shy boy,” Aaron murmurs, and he takes one of Spencer’s hands. “You first. A little harder than last time.”
“Yes, daddy,” he breathes, and the hand not holding Aaron’s comes up to smack her ass, making her lurch forward and whimper softly. Aaron leans in to whisper in her ear, and she wiggles at his words.
“Again, baby,” Aaron tells him, looking back, and he spanks her again; her head comes up like she wants to moan, and she’s panting, but Aaron shushes her, pushes up her shirt and runs his hand soothingly over her back.  “Good girl, just two more and then Spencer will come kiss you. You love his kisses.” He looks back at him, nods, and this time when he hits her, Sophie’s hips move afterward, like she’s looking for friction against the desk. It’s incredibly arousing. “One more, horny girl. You know you can’t get off like this, but you try anyway because you’re so fucking desperate.”
“Desperate, daddy,” she repeats, voice quivering, and after his final blow, she groans softly, sighs. He’s not sure why she sounds relieved; Aaron is only going to spank her harder. “Kisses, daddy?” she rasps, and Aaron lets go of his hand; the other hand is stinging, and he walks around the desk, presses it to Sophie’s hot cheek while he brings her close for a kiss. She sighs again.
“Four more, baby girl. You can take it, you’re my tough girl,” Aaron says, and he smacks her; Spencer watches her face carefully, marvels at how pain and pleasure are equally reflected in her eyes, her mouth. He presses his lips to hers again and she looks up at him like he’s her salvation; it’s enough to make him moan, press against his erection, and Aaron notices. He wonders if that means he’s in trouble. He didn’t ask to touch himself.
Aaron looks at him for a moment, then lifts Sophie by her hips, lays her more on the desk, so her feet are off the floor and she’s closer to Spencer. He licks his lips.
“Take out your cock,” he instructs, and Spencer does, fingers eager and clumsy as they unzip his fly. “Suck, baby girl.” Sophie shudders and scoots forward, takes him in hand, starts sucking like she’s never going to get the chance again. His eyes snap closed and he exhales deeply, palms pressing against the desk. “Stop.” She releases him, panting, and Aaron spanks her; her head sags, and Spencer leans down for a kiss.
“Good girl, you’re doing so good. Your mouth feels so good. Just two more and you’re done, perfect girl.” She nods weakly, her body shaking, and Spencer looks to Aaron.
“Time to suck, baby.”
He puts his hand around the shaft, brings his dick to her lips, and she covers his fingers with her own, sucks a little less enthusiastically—but for Sophie, that doesn’t really mean much. Her mouth is so wet, and he bets her pussy is too; he hopes she’s not so in trouble that she doesn’t get to come, because he really wants to make her come… But only if daddy lets him.
“Stop,” Aaron directs. She doesn’t, and that worries him a little. He holds a hand up for Aaron, pulls out gently, pries her fingers off, and crouches down so he can see her face. He presses his palms to her cheeks.
“Baby girl, you didn’t listen. Have you had enough?” Her eyes are a little teary, but she shakes her head no.
“I’m daddy’s tough girl. I can take it.” He sighs, kisses her mouth a couple times, presses his forehead to hers. When he pulls back, she bites her lip, squeezes her eyes shut, and Aaron spanks her twice in succession.
Her relief at being done is visible, her tense body melting against the desk, and she reaches for Spencer’s hips, but he puts his hand on her arm, stills her. “You did so good baby, so perfect, but you need to ask daddy before you finish sucking, okay? Make sure it’s okay.” She nods, and Aaron comes over to them, kneels down to kiss her, touch her, praise her.
“Spencer is right baby, you did so good for us. We’re so proud of you. You can suck Spencer until he comes in your perfect, pretty mouth, and I’m going to rub your pussy. Remember to be quiet, and I’ll get you off.”
“Yes daddy, thank you daddy,” she says, rushed, and Spencer presses himself against her lips in reward.
She groans softly when Aaron reaches back to touch her, but she’s quiet, good; he lets himself get lost in the feeling, no longer worried about following rules, or making sure she follows the rules, and he comes within seconds. His orgasm is so good, deep, all-consuming, that he just stands there and catches his breath for a minute, and Sophie continues moaning around him while Aaron strokes his fingers inside her panties.
“Amazing boy,” Aaron says, voice low, and Spencer shudders where he stands. “So good to your little girl, and so good for your daddy. So obedient and smart and pretty.” His eyes close involuntarily, and he wets his lips. These words sound so good coming out of his mouth, directed at him, that it makes him hazy. Happy. And a little horny. “Kiss her, baby, if you can—if you two aren’t such a mess you can barely think.”
He kind of is, and he knows she is, but he likes kissing her when she’s barely coherent, so he pulls out of her mouth, cups her face in his hands, and kisses her, catching her moans and whimpers with his lips. “So perfect, Sophie, so good for us. Now come for us. Come for daddy’s fingers, okay?”
“Yeah, I can come for you.” She presses up against Aaron’s arm where it lays across her ass, and Spencer thinks maybe she likes the feel of him against the stinging redness. He leans in, puts his hands on both of her sore cheeks, rubs them softly, spreads them a little, and she sighs, pleased. “Spencer. Daddy.” Aaron glances up, looks at Spencer with a soft expression, then takes one of his hands off of her ass and guides him to her pussy, has him put one fingertip against her opening. Sophie comes the first time he pushes it inside.
She is so good, and quiet, and Aaron helps her off the desk and pulls up her pants, hugs and kisses her softly, while Spencer fixes himself up—between his clothes, his hair, and the undoubtedly foggy look in his eyes, he feels like a fucked out, rumpled mess. He gets hugs and kisses too, when he’s done, and Aaron soothes them, helps them through the blankness he caused so they can function again.
Spencer and Sophie both lean against Aaron’s body where he leans against the desk; he doesn’t look fuzzy like they do, but he does look very pleased with himself, and maybe a little like his mind was blown.
“So. Do you want to hear why I called you up here, now, horny little things?” he asks, holding them both close. They nod together. “I have to work a little later than you tonight, but not much. I have rules for while I’m not there. I want you two to go home, and take a very good shower, and get into some pajamas, and watch tv until I get there. You can make out or otherwise do whatever you like, but you may not come until I get home.” He kisses them each on the mouth once more. “I’ll bring dinner. Understood?”
“Yes, daddy,” Spencer says, licking his lips.
“Yes daddy, no coming,” Sophie recites, and she takes Spencer’s hand. “Back to work, daddy?”
“Back to work, baby. Smart and beautiful girl.” She gets another kiss. “Smart and gorgeous boy,” he tells Spencer, and he gets a kiss too. “Text me when you make it home, I probably won’t see you before you leave.”
“Okay, love you, daddy,” Sophie says, and Spencer follows her to the door, but she stops, puts a hand to her mouth and looks back at Aaron. “The fucking door is unlocked.” Aaron stands up straight, no longer relaxed as he had been, and he walks toward them. Sophie looks up at Spencer and swallows hard.
“Who closed the door?” Aaron asks, and Spencer swallows too. Aaron’s eyes are very hard and his jaw is clenched, and Spencer suddenly feels very, very small.
“I did,” he answers.
“Try again. I did, what, Spencer?”
Fuuuck.
“I did, daddy.” Aaron crosses his arms—looking extremely hot, for the record, like too hot for Spencer by tenfold—and then sighs very deeply.
“Okay. You obviously know you need to be more careful. I don’t need to tell you what could have gone wrong.”
He really doesn’t, because about a million things are running through Spencer’s head, and they all lead down a very bad road of joblessness, homelessness, Aaron-and-Sophie-lessness, and general mortification. He’s glad he’s not being made to feel worse than he already does.
“I will let you choose how you would like to be disciplined, since it’s your first time; it doesn’t have to be spanking, that’s just what Sophie prefers. She can explain your options later.” He uncrosses his arms, runs a hand through his hair. “Really, it’s my fault for not going over the rule again. What’s the rule, Sophie?”
“If you close the door, lock it, every time,” Sophie says quietly, squeezing his hand.
“Right. What’s the rule, Spencer?”
“If you close the door, lock it, every time.”
“Good. I’m not angry, so please don’t be upset.” He kisses them both. “I have a meeting at 3, so I need to get ready. Take care of each other,” he instructs softy, touching both of their faces, and they head downstairs.
Sophie remembers to let go of his hand, or he would have held it all the way to her desk.
“Was that a partner performance evaluation?” Prentiss asks when they sit, unlock their desktops. “I didn’t know Hotch was doing those already, it’s only May.”
“Just squeezing them in when he can, I guess,” Sophie answers. Spencer’s glad, because he still feels kind of low, doesn’t really feel like talking. She kicks at his foot lightly under the desk, a tap he thinks means ‘I’m here.’ Take care of each other. “Yours will be next week, I think he said.”
“Good to know we don’t have to dress up or anything. You look like a college kid and Reid looks like he just rolled out of bed,” Morgan teases, and he freezes for a second. He thought he fixed the blowjob hair. Sophie scoffs.
“He does not. I think he looks really cute today.” Another tap.
“Of course he does,” Prentiss says kindly. “So, how did you do?” He looks up at Sophie, and she smiles, takes a sip of her certainly lukewarm tea, taps his foot again.
“Very satisfactory.” The rest of the work day drags on, and Spencer looks sad about the door thing, so Sophie really wants to make him feel better. She starts by letting him drive to the apartment, and choosing the cheesiest 80s ballads to sing in the car on the way there. When she sings Keep on Loving You by REO Speedwagon as dramatically as possible, he smiles like she’s his favorite thing in the universe, and her heart feels so very full.
When they make it home, she gets them in the door, and then kisses him soft and slow, drags him playfully to the bathroom by his tie. He laughs, and puts his hands on her hips to stop her so he can kiss her properly again. “Hey,” she says gently when their kiss breaks, touching his face. “I really enjoyed myself earlier. Forgetting to lock the door, that’s okay. I did it too, once.”
“Oh, were you in the middle of a kinky threesome with your pants down?” he asks sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes.
“No, but I had Aaron’s head up my skirt and my tits out, so it still probably would have been frowned upon to have an audience.” He laughs softly, and she runs her hands down his body, pulls open his belt. “I don’t want you to feel bad, that’s all. It was an accident, it happened, it’s over. I get you all to myself for a couple hours,” she says, trying for coy, “and that’s never happened before, so I kind of wanted to enjoy it. You?”
“Yeah, I want to enjoy it,” he agrees, takes her face in his hands for a kiss. His lips always feel so good, like they’re caressing her wherever they are, and she sighs happily. “But remember, no coming,” he adds, voice low, and she gives him an appraising look.
“Is that my daddy talking? ‘Cause I want to know how bratty I can be.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he murmurs, pulling her t-shirt over her head, and she guides him down for a deep, steamy kiss.
“In that case, I just want Spencer.” She unbuttons his pants, loosens his tie, and they finish undressing each other pretty quickly for two people who aren’t actually going to have sex. When they step under the hot waterfall of the shower, they kiss and touch a little more, and she moans against his arm when he reaches down to touch her between her legs. “What happened to no coming?” she breathes, and he grins a bit wickedly.
“From what I’ve seen, you’re pretty good at not coming. Almost as good as you are at coming. Maybe I want to tease you a little.”
“If you really want to tease me, put your dick in me and don’t let me come on it.” He licks his lips, looks calculating, and she holds up her finger. “No, stop, I’m just kidding. Do not do that. I might cry.”
“What I’m hearing is, not tonight, Spencer,” he emphasizes. “That sounds like something your daddy might do, though, sometime.” She squeezes her legs together, loves when he refers to himself as daddy, even if she likes playing with Spencer as he is as well. Her pussy is complicated.
“Yes, definitely. For now, though, there’s something I wanted to talk about.” He looks at her, so serious, and she touches his face. “When daddy says to take a very good shower, that usually means anal, of some sort, so. Since he told us both to shower… is that going to be okay with you? Because if it’s not, that’s a grenade I’m happy to fall on for you, so to speak.” She sees him process that, and he flushes pink.
“Yeah, yeah. That’s okay with me. I’ve never seen him do it to you, but you like it? It doesn’t hurt?” He cups her cheek, her wet hair, so gentle.
“Well, what’s okay for me may not be okay for everyone, but yes, I like it, and no, it doesn’t hurt. Aaron is so good; he takes his time and makes it feel so good that even his cock isn’t too much. And he goes slow. It’s not like porn, you know? That stuff is made for and by people who fuck, not people who get fucked.”
“Yeah, I get that. I want to, I—I want to.”
“It’s not a guarantee or anything, if he’s not feeling it, but I wanted to let you know just in case. And for the record, I think it would be really sexy to watch him come in you.” Just the thought makes her super horny, and she can tell it makes him lose his mind, so she guides him down for a kiss so she can get her tongue in his mouth. They kiss for a long time, and when Spencer pushes her up against the glass door of the shower and it rattles in the track, she moans. “Fuck, I’m so horny. If I didn’t get spanked already today I’d get off and say fuck the consequences.”
“I think it would be worth it, to feel you come on my cock,” he pants, grabbing her ass, and she holds his shoulders tightly, moves so that his knee is in the perfect spot for her to rub against. When she starts, he groans, squeezes her tighter. It still kind of hurts, which feels really good. “Baby girl, you’re killing me.”
“Just a little taste,” she begs, grinding her pussy on him, and he lets her for a minute before stopping her with forceful hands on her hips.
“Okay, okay. I don’t want you to get in trouble. Let's get cleaned up so when he gets home we’ve been good and we get what we want.” She knows he’s not daddy right now, but he’s being so sweet, and taking care of her, that she feels herself falling, a little bit. She swallows, nods.
“Okay. Thank you.” They kiss, but they don’t let themselves get distracted; they clean up well and dry off and get into pajamas—Spencer’s wearing boxers, and they’re each wearing one of Aaron’s t-shirts, because he’s not the only one who gets to be a fucking tease—and they’re on the couch making out when he makes a soft noise like he’s remembered something.
“You’re supposed to tell me how I can be punished.”
“Disciplined,” she corrects, gently. “Aaron doesn’t like to think of it as punishment, but discipline. If you call it punishment, he won’t do it. But anyway. You could be spanked, like me, or tied up and not allowed to touch him—that’s too much for me, I cried. Aaron does not like to see me cry.”
“I wouldn’t either, baby. You’re too sweet, you don’t deserve to cry. You only deserve good things.” She thanks him, kisses him softly, tenderly, climbs into his lap.
“You could also have him deny you an orgasm for a while by like, literally pretending you aren’t there. We tried it and I cried again, but don’t let me scare you. You might like it.”
“Soft, sappy girl,” he says with a half smile, and she wants to kiss it off of him.
“Yeah, what can I say? I'm just as emotionally needy as I am physically. Fair warning.”
“I think I’m up to the challenge,” he says, looking serious, and he brings her close for another sweet kiss that turns more heated as she presses closer, winds her arms around his neck. “Sophie,” he sighs between kisses, and she weaves fingers in his hair.
“I want you.” Her brain is clouded by lust, and while it’s not the dizzying pleasure of being dominated by her daddies, it's something more, she can feel it. “I want you just as you are, funny and sweet and shy and the smartest guy in the room no matter what room you’re in. I love all that about you.” His hips move under her, she can feel how hard he is, and she moves too, grinds down, kisses him.
“I love you,” he pants, and her hips still, because despite all the sweet and sexy and frankly filthy things he’s said to her in the last month, it’s the first time he’s said that. “It’s okay if you don’t love me back—”
“Oh, shut up. I love you.” She climbs off his lap and tugs his boxers down, and she slowly sinks onto his cock with the help of his careful hands; she wraps her arms around him, puts her mouth on his as she starts to move. He pulls back to speak, and she kisses him hard. “Spencer, I swear if you talk to me about rules I’m going to murder you.”
“But no coming,” he reminds her with a groan as she bounces hard, her chest heaving. His arms are around her waist, snaked up her back, and she can’t believe plain old sex can feel this good.
“We’ll get a pass, I promise. I promise.” She pushes a hand through his hair, kisses him more gently than before. “I love you, let me fuck you. I know you just wanna be good, but let me fuck you.”
“Fuck, Sophie.” His hips slam up hard, and she swears it’s over, but he slows back down again and she sighs, like a part of her still cares about the rules, doesn’t want them to be naughty. It’s not a minute later that Aaron walks through the door, bags in hand, and Spencer groans. “Oh, thank god.”
“What’s going on here?” he asks calmly, putting the bags on the counter and taking off his tie, and fuck, that’s just what she needed to help her finish this stupid, loving, deeply hot sex she impulsively started. She comes, her hips moving fast and her pussy clenching around him, and Spencer moans and presses his face against her shoulder, holding her body tight and coming inside her.
Aaron comes up behind her, shoves a thumb in her mouth, possessive, and she sucks it slow and then pants when it’s gone, “he said he loves me.”
He drops to the couch beside them, runs his hands over the both of them while they calm down, and then he presses his lips to theirs. He rests his forehead against Spencer’s, sweat be damned, and Spencer says, “I love you, too.”
He and Aaron kiss, and Aaron says it back, and Sophie feels kind of bad that they can’t have the same sex just yet, but she’s also not moving unless someone makes her.
“We love one man with impeccable timing,” she says when they come up for air, “because technically you said we couldn’t come until you got home, and you were very much home when your impatient little things had their happy love orgasms.”
“You can have this one on the technicality, but just because I’m happy too,” Aaron says, touching her lips. “But don’t think that means you can challenge daddy ever again, little girl, because you’ll learn quickly that it’s not in your best interest.” That sends a shiver of daddy-specific pleasure up her spine, and Spencer’s too, apparently, because he whines.
“Are you gonna fuck my ass?” Spencer asks Aaron, and Sophie laughs, because they’ve finally found the thing that makes him sound dumb, and turns out it’s just love and lots of good sex. Hilarious. They have dinner shortly after Aaron arrives at home, since Spencer and Sophie aren’t exactly desperately turned on like he’d planned, but what happened was better than he had planned, anyway, so he’s not upset in the slightest.
After dinner—which they sit through looking so sweet and innocent, as if he didn’t walk in to see them fucking in his clothes—everyone gets naked and piles onto the bed for kisses and cuddles. Aaron is in the middle of the love fest, and his heart is so full of love for them it almost hurts.
He never would have thought he’d get to have any of it, let alone all of it.
It’s Sophie who starts it—go figure—by curling her leg around his hip while they kiss, and Aaron softly but firmly tells Spencer to get the lube, which makes them both anxious and squirmy. He squeezes her cheek, gives himself a little more room to work with, and then presses a wet finger against her ass, pushes it in slowly until she gasps. He’s only gone about an inch, but that’s all it takes for her to start moaning, because she fucking loves this.
“Oh, daddy. Please, daddy.” She clings to his shoulders and hitches her leg up higher, and Spencer watches carefully as he pulls his finger out, adds more lube, pushes it in further. “Fuck, yes, daddy.”
“Be patient, sweet girl. You know this takes a while.” He thrusts his finger in and out a handful of times, and Spencer shushes her when she starts begging for more. It’d be enough to make him hard, if he hadn’t already been as soon as he walked through the door.
When she is used to the feeling of one, of how deep he can get it, he pulls out his finger, lubes up another, and slowly inches them in. She feels like silk inside, hot and smooth and perfect, and he holds her tight so she won’t try to buck into the thrusts of his hand, just in case.
“Oh, god,” Spencer groans as he watches him open her up, as he pushes just a little deeper, as he stretches her just a little further. “Can I try, daddy?” he asks, low, and Sophie moans at the idea.
“Yes, perfect boy, but you must follow the rules. Slow and easy, very gentle. Can you promise me?”
“I promise, daddy,” he says, looking so gorgeous and serious, and Aaron removes his fingers and slicks up two of Spencer’s, kisses Sophie’s skin when he slowly sinks them inside. “Oh, fuck.”
“Mmm, daddy. Spencer. Oh, please,” Sophie mewls, bringing up a hand to tug at Aaron’s hair. “Feels so good, daddy. You’re so amazing, daddy.”
“It’s Spencer now, baby,” he says softly, pushing her hair back from her face, and she leans in to kiss him.
“I know, but everything Spencer knows, daddy taught him, and it feels so good.” Aaron closes his eyes, exhales softly. She’s so perfect, and being so patient, and he loves her so much.
“Yes, baby. I taught him because I knew he’d be so good to you, baby girl, and look at him. He’s opening up your ass so carefully because he loves you.” Spencer pulls his fingers out and slicks up a third, and he’s gentle with her, moves his fingers in and out but also side to side, spreading them apart a little. She moans, clings to him, and he reaches down a hand to press himself inside her pussy, pumping slow. A little extra pleasure never hurt anyone, especially when having three long fingers working at their ass.
“Oh, god, yes, daddy.” She doesn’t move, because she’s a good girl and she knows to be still for Spencer, but he can tell she wants to, wants to force his cock deeper inside, then Spencer’s fingers. “Daddy, I’m ready.”
“I don’t think so,” he says carefully, doesn’t want to upset her. “Almost, but not just yet. Let Spencer’s fingers do their job, so his big cock doesn’t hurt you.” They both groan at that—maybe Spencer didn’t think Aaron would let him? But if he wants fucked so badly he’d like to try to soften him up a little first—and Aaron moves carefully inside her. “I’ll let you take us both together if you can be very good and still for me.”
That turns her dial up to 11, and she starts blabbering, and every other word is daddy: “Yes daddy, please daddy, thank you daddy. I’ll be good, daddy, I want you both daddy, I can take it daddy.”
“Fuck. I think she’s ready, daddy, can you check?” Spencer asks, and Aaron smiles. He is such a good boy.
“Yes, baby, let me check and then you can put your cock inside her and feel how tight she is there.” Spencer slips his fingers out, and she whines at the loss, but Aaron slicks his fingers up carefully and pushes them inside her, grinding them and spreading them apart to make sure she is okay with the stretch. She only moans, claws at his back, and he is so turned on, so ready to come inside her it’s unreal. “Okay, sweet girl, your ass is ready. Tell us if you hurt or it’s uncomfortable, and let us know if you’ve had enough. Grab a condom, Spencer.”
“Yes, daddy, I’ll tell you, I promise. Thank you.” They kiss, and Spencer puts the condom on and gets it very slippery, and he leans in to nuzzle against her neck, and Aaron holds her while he presses inside. Sophie starts panting, vibrating in his arms like she wants to move but knows she’s been asked to keep still. “Fuck, yes, oh my god. I need this. Please.”
“Easy, baby,” Spencer says, holding her hip. “You’ve got us, we’re here. Just follow daddy’s rule and be still and we’ll make you come hard.” She nods, frantic, and they move inside her, slowly, taking turns thrusting inside her perfect, tight body.
“Perfect, needy girl. Such a needy slut for us, you want both cocks inside you, fucking you together.”
“Yes, daddy, oh my god. Yes. Needy slut, I’m getting fucked just like a needy slut,” she rambles, holding onto him, reaching back for Spencer. “Spencer, I’m being a good girl, are you proud?” she asks, breathless, and Aaron groans, puts his hands on Spencer so he’ll stop moving, and then thrusts inside her a few times, coming hot and deep. Sophie moans long, and Spencer rubs his hands over her breasts.
“Yes, Sophie, so proud, you’re doing so good. Do you feel daddy’s come? Does it feel so good?”
“So good, it feels so good. Wait until you feel it. Even with a condom, it feels so good when daddy comes.”
Aaron feels lost for a moment, overwhelmed, like they don’t even need him, but then Spencer starts thrusting again, and Sophie clutches at Aaron, puts her mouth against his shoulder and moans and whines, and he remembers how special this is, the three of them, how good. How they all need each other for it to work.
“I love you, daddy. I need you, daddy,” Sophie murmurs like she can tell what he’s feeling, and he touches her face, kisses her deeply, lovingly. He reaches for Spencer, too, caresses his cheek.
“Good boy Spencer, keep fucking. She loves feeling you there. Your turn is next, but remember, you’ll have to be patient.” Spencer closes his eyes, his breathing heavy.
“Yes, daddy. I want you inside me. I’ll be patient.” He squeezes Sophie’s breasts, thrusts a little quicker, like he’s getting close. “Feeling good?” he asks against her neck, and she nods, hums.
“Yes, please come in me. You feel so good, I wanna move, I wanna come.”
“You’re gonna come, baby. You can move a little; I’ll rub your clit,” Aaron promises, and he reaches down between them, slides his fingers over her where she’s swollen. “You’re so messy, baby, between the three of us. You’re getting pumped full of come tonight, dirty, horny girl.”
“Oh, yes daddy. I’m a mess, full of come, still desperate for more.” Spencer grunts, holds her still, and snaps his hips against her, pressing deep and spilling inside the condom, and Sophie all but screams, comes, writhing between them. “God, oh god, fuck, Aaron, Spencer, fuck.”
“Fuck, Sophie, yeah. Keep coming,” Spencer pants, pumping inside even though he’s spent, and he wrings several more groans and shivers out of her before she leans back against him, sighing, satisfied. They both pull out, and Aaron hugs her close between them, because he knows she’ll feel empty and get a little sad, and he’d like to prevent that if possible.
“Beautiful, perfect, good girl,” he coos, and he rubs Spencer’s back, keeps him pressed against her. “You did so good for us, you were so full, and now you’re empty, but we’re right here. We’re still here and we’re not going anywhere.”
“Not going anywhere,” Spencer reiterates, rubbing Aaron’s arm. “So proud of you, letting us both come inside, coming so long and hard for us. You’re our perfect baby girl.” She hums, rubs against them like a pleased cat.
“I’d do anything for you, anything.” They continue to touch her and each other, give her lots of skin contact, and when she’s fully herself again they take her to the bathroom to clean her up.
Aaron pulls the comforter off the bed, because it’s a sticky mess, and they pile back on, kissing and touching softly. Spencer is in the middle, and Aaron grabs two handfuls of his ass, squeezes, making him moan.
“Are you ready to start, sweet boy? Do you want daddy’s fingers?” Spencer presses his teeth into his bottom lip, breathes hard.
“Yes, daddy. Please, daddy.” Aaron rewards him with kisses, pulls a pillow down and guides him onto his stomach. Sophie curls around his head and brushes her fingers through his hair.
“You’re going to feel so good, daddy will make you feel only good just like you did for me, I promise,” she says, and Aaron spreads Spencer’s legs, leans between them to lick gently at his hole; Spencer curses, rubs against the bed, and Sophie laughs softly. “Oh yeah. There’s that, too.”
Aaron smiles, because Spencer is going to be a gorgeous fucking mess when all is said and done, and that’s kind of what he’s been waiting for.
“Do you like that, Spencer? Tell daddy. Do you like my tongue?”
“Oh, god, yes daddy,” Spencer groans, and he leans in and licks again; Spencer’s fingers fist in the sheets. “Feels so good, daddy, thank you daddy.”
“You’re welcome, gorgeous boy. You’ve been so good for me, I wanted to treat you to something special.” He flicks his tongue quickly a dozen times, then presses the tip of it past the barrier, and Spencer arches his back, moans loudly. Sophie is getting flushed just watching him, and she smooths back his hair, murmurs sweet words just for him. “Spencer, I want you to do something for me. I want you to lick Sophie’s pussy while I continue. Sophie, open your legs for him.” She whines, but does as she’s told, and Spencer pulls her closer, buries his face in her and eats her just the way she likes. He’s had plenty of practice, by now.
She curls fingers in his hair, and Aaron dives back in, licking and probing with his tongue until he is wet and soft and moaning against Sophie’s clit.
“Oh, you’re a slut for it, Spencer, eating pussy and having your ass eaten too. Horny, desperate boy for daddy. Are you leaking onto the sheets?”
“Yes, daddy,” he pants, pulling away from Sophie, and she rubs his shoulders soothingly. “Yes, I’m a slut, daddy, making such a mess of myself. My dick is wet and my face is, too.”  Aaron closes his eyes, exhales deeply. This may be a little more than he bargained for.
“Of course, dirty boy. When you eat Sophie’s pussy, you do it right, make her wiggle and whimper. You love it, getting messy, filthy.” He presses his tongue inside again, and Spencer whines.
“Fuck, yes, daddy. Filthy.” He rests his head against Sophie’s thigh for a moment and then licks at her, holding her hips, moaning while Aaron moves his tongue inside him. “Daddy, fingers, please. It feels too good,” he shudders, and Aaron doesn’t want him to come just yet, so he pulls back, leans up on his knees and finds the lube.
“Okay, since you’re such a good boy, I’ll open you up for daddy’s cock now. Do you think you can take me?” Sophie whines, either at his words or Spencer’s tongue, he’s not quite sure.
“I can take you, daddy, yes, daddy. You can hold me down, and, and…” Aaron slides a wet finger in easily, and he thinks Spencer’s mind goes a little blank. It takes him a moment to finish his thought. “And, and fuck me, daddy.”
“Oh, I’m going to, sweet boy. I’ll hold down your arms and pump into your tight, perfect ass and make you come on my cock, gorgeous boy.” Spencer moves his hips a little, rubbing his dick against the bed, and Aaron presses a palm to his lower back. “Be still, baby. You have to be patient for me or I’m going to stop.”
“Yes daddy, please don’t stop, I’ll be patient. Don’t stop,” he begs, and Aaron lubes up a second finger and slides them inside together, and Spencer trembles, whimpers.
“Put that mouth to good use and make Sophie come, filthy boy,” he instructs, and Sophie whines, rolls her hips against nothing.
“I don’t need it, daddy, it’s okay,” she pants, but Spencer knows better, shifts up to suck hard at her clit.
“Baby girl. Who is giving the orders tonight?” She moans, grinds against Spencer’s mouth.
“You, daddy.”
“Only me?” he asks, looking into her eyes as he thrusts his fingers into Spencer, and she shivers, bites her lip.
“Only you, daddy.”
“So what’s going to happen?” Spencer moans into her pussy, rolls his hips around for friction, and Aaron adds another finger, stretching him, breathing out slowly because he’s getting a little too excited at having them both at his complete mercy.
“I’m going to come, daddy.” She groans deeply, tugs at Spencer’s hair, and Aaron smiles. He knows it looks dirty.
“That’s right, baby. Can you come for me now? So I can fuck Spencer?”
“Yes, daddy.” She presses against Spencer, pinches her nipple, and whimpers, shudders, tries to squeeze her legs together as she comes. “Oh, fuck.” She bucks her hips a few extra times for good measure, then sags back against the pillows, her chest heaving. Spencer sighs, kisses her thigh, rubs her hips where his hands were rough. Aaron pulls out his fingers, crawls up to kiss both of his perfect partners.
“I love you both. So incredible for me, so good. Spencer,” he whispers into his ear, pushing back his hair, “are you ready to be fucked by your daddy?” He is sweaty, flushed, gorgeous, a complete mess, and he nods quickly.
“I’m ready, daddy.” Aaron kisses his soft, slack mouth.
“Good boy. Sophie, come lay down. Spencer’s going to put his cock in you so he has a place to come.” She runs her hands through her hair—she is also sweaty, flushed, wrecked, and so beautiful—and looks at him with desperation in her eyes.
“Daddy, I don’t know if I can.”
“You can, baby. Just be still and let daddy do all the work. You can come if you want, but you don’t have to. We’re just using your pussy for clean up, baby girl.”
He loves the look in her eyes when she gives in, slides down the bed, when Spencer hovers over her, shaking, and presses inside. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holds him close, kisses him, and Aaron crowds in behind them and rolls on a condom, slicks it up, and guides himself into Spencer’s ass.
Spencer moans so loudly and deeply that Aaron feels it in his bones, and his hands fist into the sheets again, and Aaron thrusts inside, slow and steady and long, the tight heat around his cock threatening to end things before he’s ready. He drapes himself over Spencer’s back, pumps shorter, shallow, kisses his shoulders.
“Good boy for me, Spencer. Daddy feels so good inside you, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, daddy. So big and... and careful, daddy, thank you, daddy.” Aaron licks his lips, covers Spencer’s arms with his own, applying a little pressure, and fucks slow, rolling his hips, grinding against him. “Yes, that feels so good, oh, god.”
“I know, baby. Sweet, slutty boy. So hot and tight for daddy. This is daddy’s ass, isn’t it?”
“Yes, daddy’s ass,” Spencer murmurs, his hips stuttering a little, making Sophie grab his back. “Only daddy has been in this ass, and only daddy will be.” Aaron exhales hot against his skin, and he leans up, because he has to come, can’t wait anymore. He has to make it good while he lasts.
“That’s right, my sweet, shy boy,” he groans, hands on Spencer’s hips, and he fucks him fast, but not rough, not hard.
“Oh, yeah, fuck, daddy, yes,” he whines, rocking back into Aaron’s thrusts, forward into Sophie, and she whimpers beneath him. “Yes, daddy, come inside me, daddy. Need you to, want you to.”
“I’m going to come, baby, hold on for me. Almost.” He fucks a little harder, can see Spencer wants it, as he works his body fast in time with Aaron’s hips. “Slutty, needy boy, messy and dirty and desperate and perfect. I love you, sweet boy.”
“Yes, fuck, daddy, needy, dirty, desperate. I love you.” He lifts a hand, covers Aaron’s on his hip, and Aaron can feel Spencer’s whole body tighten from inside when he comes, grunting, spilling into Sophie. She sighs, pulls him close, and Aaron folds forward and comes too, pressing deep, running hands over Spencer’s shoulders and neck.
He pulls out so they can get into a more comfortable position, spoons him, wraps his arms around his body and holds him tight, kissing everywhere he can reach. Sophie presses against his front, softly kisses his lips, his cheeks, and he just breathes between them.
After Spencer has calmed down a little, Sophie slides down his body to nuzzle against one of Aaron’s hands, and he lifts it, strokes her face, presses his finger to her lips so she can suck on it. He rests his cheek on Spencer’s arm, wonders how in the fuck the universe decided he deserved this.
Sophie’s sucking slows, then stops, and it’s clear she’s fallen asleep. Spencer swallows hard, clears his throat, and tips his head back for a kiss.
“Hi there, baby. You did so perfect for me, felt so good. My good boy.” He hums, and Aaron kisses him again. “You okay? What can I do for you?”
“Um. Water, please? And then, I can help you with her in the shower. I’m sure she’ll feel gross when she wakes up.” Aaron squeezes him tighter, brushes his lips over his shoulder.
“I can wash you both up, you don’t need to help. When you submit, daddy takes care of you.” He rubs his hip, massages his ass gently. “Did you like it better than being a daddy?”
“I like both,” he rasps. “They make me feel so different, it’s hard to compare.”
“I’m happy to hear that, baby. I like when you do both, too. I’m going to get you that water, and then we’ll wake her up and shower, okay, perfect boy?”
“Yes, daddy.” Aaron nods, gets out of bed.
“Oh, and Spencer?” He turns his head, soft and sleepy and pliant, so cute. “I hope you enjoyed coming tonight, because you’re going to be disciplined tomorrow, and it might be a very long time before I let you get off again.”
He groans, and Aaron grins.
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ladyfogg · 3 years
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King of Wands
King of Wands
Fic Summary: When you first started with the show, Jimmy asked for a reading but you turned him away because it wasn’t time. Now that he’s sitting in front of you and the cards are all laid out, it’s time to tell him exactly what his future holds. 
Fic Rating: 18+
Pairing: Jimmy Darling/Female Reader
Warnings: Smut. Just, lots of smut. 
A/N: Look, thought of this and wrote it in the last two hours. Just needed to get this gem out of my brain. 
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You’re a reader. 
A tarot reader that is. 
It started when you were a child and your grandmother passed away. She gifted you the set that belonged to her mother and hers before that. Your mother never bought into tarot cards and had refused the family heirloom. The moment those cards were placed in your hand, however, everything changed. 
You were obsessed, pouring over the little instructional book day after day, memorizing each card and what they meant. It wasn’t until you performed your first reading that you realized the obsession went far deeper than you ever realized. 
You began to see the cards just by looking at someone. You couldn’t explain it. It was subtle at first, just the card name floating through your mind. But then it became visual, sort of like when photographs were overlaid over each other. You knew exactly what card you would pull before you even started shuffling. And you were always right. 
It scared people. 
At first, you were labeled a fraud; shamed for a gift you had no control over. Then you were hated. People tended to get a bit cranky when you revealed their spouse was cheating on them or that you knew about the little money laundering scheme they had going on. But they were furious when you told them the depths of their character. They didn’t like when you peered into their soul and made them face the parts of themselves they kept locked away. 
One day, they stormed your house, ready to run you out of town. You barely had time to grab your grandmother’s cards before fleeing into the darkness. 
That’s when you met Elsa. And everything changed. See, she had heard about your gifts and had come to check you out herself. She was The Moon. You saw it the second you laid your eyes on her. Fear and anxiety, but full of intuition and illusions of grandeur. You liked her and you knew that you would be safe with her and her show. Though, you warned her that if she didn’t deal with her past trauma it would come back to bite her in the ass. 
She laughed at your boldness. 
That first night you slept more peacefully than you had in years. You were given a trailer, one that would act as your home and your workspace. For the first time in your life, you had a home that was all yours and you cherished it just as much as your grandmother’s cards. The house you lived in before with your parents never felt like home. Not since you started reading cards. 
You didn’t meet everyone until the next morning at breakfast. Bette and Dot certainly were an interesting pair. Dot seemed indifferent to your appearance, Bette was nice and overly curious about your cards. Ma Petite was the sweetest person you ever met and Eve was an Amazonian vision. You met the others as well, but they were the ones who took you under their wings and showed you the ropes. 
Well, them, and Jimmy. 
Jimmy Darling. 
From the moment he walked into the food tent you couldn’t take your eyes off him. Those deep brown eyes, curly hair, strong arms...he drove you to distraction. At least, that’s what you assumed it was when you didn’t see a card for him. You saw one for everyone else. In fact, the others insisted you read for them so they could see what you could do. 
You humored them, mostly because you wanted to impress your new friends but also because you wanted the practice. 
“What do you see?” Bette asked as drew three cards and laid them out before her and Dot. 
“Don’t get your hopes up, Bette,” Dot said with her signature firm voice. “Tarot reading ain’t a skill. These people are just very perspective and use the cards as a way to swindle you.”
“You’re wrong and right,” you told her, still staring at your cards. “It’s a skill but most people do use it for personal gain. I however have nothing to gain other than getting these damn pictures out of my head.”
“What sort of pictures?” Bette asked. 
“The cards. I can look at a person and know exactly what card I’m going to pull.”
“What do you see when you look at me?”
You tap the first card. “The Sun Reversed. Means overly optimistic and feeling down. You need to let your inner child come out and play. Have some fun in your life, honey.”
Bette smiled while Dot rolled her eyes. “I try,” she said. “But she won’t let me have any fun.”
“If I let you have the fun you want, we’d get pregnant,” Dot said. 
You chuckled as you kept looking. “Next card is The Lovers Reversed. You don’t love yourself or respect yourself.”
At that, Bette's face fell and she pursed her lips together. 
“You’re facing a tough choice with significant consequences,” you continued, now looking directly at her and not the cards. "Stop punishing yourself. Whatever you did, those consequences are behind you now, and dwelling on it isn’t going to change what happened.”
You tap the last card, still maintaining eye contact as you watch the card of Death appear behind Bette's head like the backdrop on a stage. “Something will be coming to an end. There’s a transition on the horizon and if you don’t deal with what’s in here,” you tap her chest where her heart is. “Then you’ll be blind to the opportunities in front of you.”
“Horseshit,” Dot muttered. “All of that was general. Nothing specific that would apply to either of us.”
“Those cards weren’t for you,” you told her, tearing your eyes away from Bette who was chewing on her nail in thought. “Those were for Bette. I don’t draw cards for people who don’t want them.”
“Well fine then, draw one for me,” Dot said, her voice tinged with challenge. “What card do you see for me?”
“Five of Swords.” You draw the next card in the deck, laying the Five of Swords right in front of her. “The recent battle you fought cost you more than you realize. It cost you trust, respect, and dignity. Moving forward is going to be more difficult than you thought. You should probably decide whether your point of view is so important to you that you’re willing to put your closest and ONLY relationship in jeopardy.”
Dot is unimpressed while Bette covers her smile with her hand. “Obviously you stacked the deck,” Dot accused. “I bet if another card were chosen you’d say something completely different.”
“Well, obviously. But another card won’t be chosen.” You shrugged and gathered all the cards, tucking them back into the deck which you then handed to her. “Shuffle yourself.”
With Bette's help, Dot shuffled the deck, twisting cards multiple times and being a lot rougher with the ancient set than you were comfortable with. You winced at the way she treated them, making a mental note to buy a set that your clients could handle instead of using your personal one. 
Dot slammed the deck down on the table and waited. You smirked and gestured for her to draw a card. 
The Five of Swords gleamed in the light of the tent. Dot's face hardened and she abruptly stood. “We have practice to get to. We don’t have time to sit around listening to a charlatan,” she declared. 
Unfazed, you scooped up the deck and gently shuffled. “Whatever you say, grumpy.”
She stalked off, barely giving Bette a chance to wave goodbye. 
Jimmy took her place at the seat across from you. he looked incredibly amused. “Day one and you’re already making friends,” he teased. “That was some reading. I saw the others you did too. Seems like you know your stuff.”
You smiled at him but your smile faded when you suddenly realized, you couldn’t see any card. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. All you saw was him. 
Jimmy placed his hands on the table expectantly. “Alright, tarot reader. Tell me my future.”
“Sorry, I can’t.” You had never met someone who didn’t have a card and you suddenly worried that something was wrong with you. 
“Ah, hey, that’s not fair,” he said. “I deserve a reading just like everyone else. Come on, doll face. What do you see?”
You considered the situation as you shuffled the card, with such ease and skill it was like the cards were floating between your hands and fingers. “It’s not your time for a reading,” you declared. “Sorry, Jimmy. Maybe some other time.”
As you stood up, Jimmy leaned back in his seat with a smirk. “Playing hard to get, sugar? That’s alright. I’m a patient man. I can wait.”
The circus became the place where you finally belonged. Everyone became family and over the years, your talent and act grew. Soon, your grandmother’s cards were only one of the twelve sets you used. You did most of your work while people were waiting for the show to start. Your trailer was set just next to the main tent so those in line or waiting could come in for a reading. You made decent money too, which of course went right back into the circus to help everyone. 
Your powers grew as your act did. Soon you could see and learn things about someone that you couldn’t possibly know otherwise. The cards helped get things started but once you were deep in a reading, everything else came right from your own mind. 
Every time someone tried to find a way to indicate you were cheating them, you made changes. At first, they said it was because you stacked the deck, so you started having them pick which one they wanted you to use. Then they said you cheated because you could see which one they picked right away and somehow used that the cheat, so you wrapped every deck in the same identical black silk cloth. 
The table was left bare. No books or anything else during readings. You didn’t need the books anymore anyway since you knew each deck by heart. The person would sit and you saw the images just as clearly as you saw them. 
Except for Jimmy. He was the one and only person who never had a card. It annoyed you but eventually, you came to cherish it. Because when you two were together, all you saw was him. You never got distracted by the pictures. Over time, you and Jimmy became close friends. 
Often after a show, the two of you would sit outside and look at the stars, talking for hours. Your feelings for him grew, but you kept them to yourself. He was the first friend you ever had and you didn’t want to mess up the friendship by telling him how you felt. 
Of course, the universe had other plans. As it often did. 
It was nearly five years later and you were in your trailer, cleaning up for the evening when there was a sharp knock on the door. Not expecting anyone, you frowned and peeked out the curtained window before opening the door.
Jimmy stood on the steps, hands on his hips and jaw clenched. You immediately knew something was wrong and stepped aside to let him in. 
“Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, heading to the small kitchenette to pour him some tea you had just made yourself. 
“Oh, you know, the usual. Being called freaks and getting shit thrown at us,” Jimmy grumbled as he paced. “I get so fucking tired of it. We deserve to be treated with respect just like everyone else. And no matter how hard we try they never fucking see that.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I know how much this weighs on you. I wish there was something I could do to help.”
“Why do you stay with us?” 
His question made you look over at him with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you could go anywhere you want. Do your act for yourself. Why do you stay here?”
For you.
“This is my home and my family, where else would I go?”
He collapsed into your kitchen chair. “You deserve more, you know. Someone—” He caught himself and paused. “Something else. Something better.”
You turned around to tell him that you had no intention of going anywhere when your vision was assaulted by bright lights and the image of the King of Wands. It was so sudden and unexpected that you gasped, letting the teacup slip from your fingers and shatter on the floor. The moment you staggered backward, Jimmy was out of his seat with his arms around your waist to catch you. 
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, doll face. Don’t wanna bump that pretty head of yours,” he said. “You alright?”
Grabbing his biceps to steady yourself, you shut your eyes and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just give me a minute.”
This was the first time in your entire friendship that the two of you touched. Sure there was an occasional handhold or pat on the knee, but he had never put his arms around you and, in truth, it was the best feeling in the world. Unable to stop yourself, you stepped into the embrace, burying your face in his neck. Jimmy held you tight, his nose in your hair. You were so close you could hear his heart racing and when his hand made a slow trail down your spine, you shuddered. 
“Take all the time you need, darlin’. I ain’t complaining.”
You smiled and pulled back just enough to look him in the eye. “It’s time for your reading.”
He quirked his eyebrow in amusement. “That what the kids are calling it nowadays?”
Laughing, you reluctantly stepped out of his arms and patted him on the chest. “I’m serious. I can finally see your card.”
“Hot damn. Must be my lucky day.”
You stepped over the broken cup, too focused on other things to care. As you took your seat, you waved to the shelf with your cards. “Take your pick.”
No longer angry, Jimmy looked incredibly amused at the change of events. “You’ve got a strange definition of foreplay, but I’ll play along.”
You rolled your eyes in amusement as he walked up to the shelf, hands shoved in his pockets. He was as handsome as he ever was. His looks only improved with time and the white sleeveless shirt and finely tailored pants helped a great deal. Often you had to stop yourself from just staring at him. Unless he was on stage. Then, you tucked yourself in the back and watched him with shameless love and affection in your soul. 
It took him a while to pick a deck, but when he did, he gingerly plucked it off the shelf and sat down with it. 
“Unwrap the cards and shuffle,” you told him. 
“I love it when you get all bossy.”
“For Christ’s sake, Jimmy, just shuffle the damn cards.”
He chuckled, placing the cards on the table and carefully undoing the ribbon that bound them. When the cloth fell away, you found yourself staring at your grandmother’s cards. They almost never were picked nowadays. Truthfully, you were the only one to use them in the last two or so years. 
“So what card do you see for me, doll face?” Jimmy asked, shuffling the deck. His hands fumbled a few times but eventually, he got the hang of it. 
“The King of Wands.”
Jimmy smirked. “I know I’m good in bed but damn, I didn’t know I was a king.”
“Not that wand, Jimmy. Well...maybe that wand but I don’t know yet. Just shuffle and draw a card.”
“Why now?” He kept his eyes on you as he shuffled. “We’ve known each other five years and you never gave me a reading. The one time I asked, you said it wasn’t time.”
“You know it’s because I didn’t see a card for you.”
“Yeah, but why do you see one now?”
“Fuck if I know.”
Jimmy placed the deck down and drew a card. 
The High Priestess. No. No, that’s not right. You’ve never been wrong in your entire life. A chill ran down your spine and you frowned as you looked at the card. Jimmy’s card wasn’t the High Priestess. 
“Looks like you were wrong, sugar,” Jimmy said. “That’s weird. I’ve never known you to be wrong.”
“That’s because I’m not. Draw another card.”
“Darlin’, it’s okay—”
“Humor me, Jimmy. Just draw again.”
Jimmy shrugged and drew another card, placing it next to the first. The Lovers. “Still not the King of Wands,” he said. “Look, it’s been a long day. I’m sure after doing all those readings you’re bound to be a little off.”
“Draw one more.” Jimmy said your name softly but you just shook your head. “Draw again, Jimmy.”
Jimmy sighed and drew another card and your heart lept. The King of Wands.
“There you are you sneaky bastard,” you said. “Now what the hell…” You cut yourself off when you realized what the cards meant. Images and sounds came rushing to you all at once and suddenly, you started laughing. Full on, deep belly, laughing. 
Jimmy looked bewildered. “Have you lost your damn mind? What’s so funny?”
“You just gave me a reading.”
“Come again?”
You point to him. “You, Jimmy Darling, just read MY tarot cards.”
“But I ain’t no card reader.” 
“Tonight you are apparently. See, this card is yours.” You point to the King of Wands before tapping the High Priestess. “And this one is mine.”
Jimmy looked down at the three cards. The High Priestess, The Lovers, and the King of Wands. His face broke out in a wide smile. “Well, shit,” he said, leaning back in his seat. “Looks like we have a long night ahead of us.”
The both of you were out of your seats in the blink of an eye. When your lips finally met for the first time, it was like your world exploded. Every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire and that only amplified times a thousand when Jimmy got his hands on you. He pulled at your shirt, tugging it out of your skirt so he could reach underneath. You gasped into his mouth the moment his skin made contact with yours and he groaned in response, palming your braless breasts with a rough squeeze. 
“Fuck,” you swore. “Jimmy, I want you so fucking bad.”
“Oh, you’ll have me, doll face. All of me.”
He backed you against the wall of the trailer, mouth devouring yours like he was the hungriest man alive and you were the best meal he ever had. Teeth clashed together in your excitement and you were sure your lips were going to be swollen by the end of the night. 
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he went on, yanking your skirt up to bunch around your waist. His hands grabbed your thighs, giving them an excited squeeze as he yanked you against his chest. “You drive me damn crazy, woman. Always have. Seeing you walking around with this body and this mouth. The things I’ve wanted to do to you. Lost count of how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about you.”
You whimpered at his words, wet with arousal and lust. “Show me.”
Jimmy pulled back to give you that damn irresistible smirk of his. “Kinky. I like that.”
You tugged on his belt, undoing it and pulling it from the loops. “You have no idea, baby.”
Jimmy growled deep in his throat, giving you another kiss before taking over the task of ridding himself of his pants. God, he was magnificent. Long and thick and begging for your touch or mouth. Or both. Jimmy placed a hand on the wall by your head, keeping his eyes locked on yours as he started stroking himself. You wanted to look since that was the whole point, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from those dark brown ones. 
You’d never seen eyes like his. They pierced into your very soul and saw you for who you truly were. 
“Come on, darlin’,” he panted. “You said you wanted me to show you. The least you could do is look.”
So you looked. 
Fuck it was hot. Seeing his hand wrapped around his cock, jerking himself off for you, was more than you could handle. You dropped to your knees, pushing his hands away and taking the tip of him into your mouth. 
Jimmy’s hand fell to your head and he swore out your name followed by a loud, drawn-out, “Fuuuuck!”
It took you a moment to get a good rhythm going. Truth be told, you were severely out of practice. Ever since you saw Jimmy, you hadn’t wanted anyone else. You flirted every now and then with a client, but it never went further because you knew none of them would match up to him. 
You sucked Jimmy off eagerly, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the heady taste of him. He moaned and grunted, urging you on with words of encouragement. You always loved his voice and could listen to him sing for hours. But this was a different kind of song. This was one you knew you couldn’t live without. His hips thrust along with your mouth, burying himself as far into your throat as he could go. 
“Shit, doll face. Why the fuck haven’t we been doing this this whole time?” he groaned, tugging on your hair. “You better stop before this is over embarrassingly soon.”
Pulling off him with a pop, you dragged your tongue along the length of him before smirking. “Thought you would have more stamina than that, Jimmy-boy.”
He yanked you up onto your feet and shoved you back against the wall. “Oh trust me, darlin’. I have plenty.”
His mouth covered yours again as his hand disappeared under your skirt. Jimmy’s hands had drawn your attention but not for the reasons he would have thought. Even when he was self-conscious about them, you admired them. You had heard plenty of stories about his sexual exploits and wished that one day you would experience what he could do. 
He rubbed you through your panties, drawing a gasp out of you as he filled your mouth with his tongue before biting your bottom lip as he pulled away. Jimmy wanted eye contact when he slid his hand under that soft fabric, his finger gently making contact with your clit before he pressed down hard. You shouted in surprise, lust coursing through your veins instantly. 
“You’re already wet, baby,” Jimmy cooed, placing the gentlest of kisses on your neck as he continued to draw hard circles around your clit. “Sure know how to stoke a man’s ego.”
“It’s all you, Jimmy,” you panted, already breathless and eager. “It’s only ever been you.”
He paused, gaze softening. “Ever?”
“Well, not ever ever but definitely since the day we met.”
A second later, his finger slid inside you and with a gasp you grabbed his shoulders, arching your back in a futile attempt to draw yourself closer to him. He smashed his mouth against yours, kissing away what little breath you had and making your knees buckle. Dear lord, he was magnificent. His thick finger stretched you better than you ever thought possible, certainly better than your own had. And if you were this worked up from his hand alone, you couldn’t wait for his cock. 
Jimmy rested his forehead against yours, watching your face as he pleasured you. Your eyes stayed closed but you could still feel the stare, sense his smile as your breaths mingled together. When he leaned against you, you could feel the hardness of his cock. Teasingly, you raised your leg to press your thigh against it and he groaned as precum leaked onto your skin. 
“Fuck me, Jimmy,” you begged shamelessly. 
“Oh, I will, doll face. Once you cum first.”
It didn’t take long for him to make that happen. Just a few more deep strokes and you convulsed against him, still trapped between his body and the wall. Stars exploded behind your eyelids and as you threw your head back, Jimmy latched onto your neck, sucking greedily. He was still at it when you came back down from your high. 
“You’re gonna leave a mark,” you slurred, reaching down to grab his wrist so he’d give you a second to recover. His finger slipped out but he kept his hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking the soft flesh. 
“That’s the plan.”
Laughing softly, you dragged your eyes open when he pulled away, only to be met with the beautiful sight of a disheveled and red-cheeked Jimmy Darling. 
“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” you said. 
“I take it you don’t own a mirror. Because you’re far more beautiful than I am.”
“Actually, I do. In the bedroom.” You smirked and nodded over your shoulder to the beaded curtain that separated your sleeping space from the rest of the trailer. “Wanna take a look?”
“Been waiting for you to ask that for years.”
Giggling like school children, you grabbed Jimmy’s hand and pulled him into the room. He stepped out of his shoes and pants along the way, leaving them behind. Your room could barely be called that. It didn’t have space for anything other than your bed and a few decorations on the wall. One of which was a large ornate mirror you had found at an antique shop some time ago. Its bronzed frame shone in the moonlight that filtered in through the tiny window.
Jimmy admired it briefly, staring at your reflection as you climbed onto the bed. “Clothes off, doll face,” he said, yanking his shirt off. “Let me finally see all of you.”
You stripped slowly and deliberately, taking off each layer with careful movements if for no other reason than to give Jimmy the show he deserved. When you were finally, naked, he let out a strangled moan, reaching down to touch himself again. “Fucking hell, you’re just a pretty as I always thought you were.”
“I’m even prettier up close.” You spread your legs for him as you settled against the mound of pillows behind you. 
Grinning, Jimmy climbed onto the bed, crawling towards you with catlike grace. As you leaned up for a kiss, he granted your desire, cupping your cheek to hold you there for a moment. A second later, his hand grasped your neck and he shoved you onto your back before burying his face between your legs. 
His roughness thrilled you right down to your core, which he drank from excitedly. Those lips. That mouth. You knew he had a quick tongue but fuck you never knew how quick it was. He had you soaked from his spit in no time, his tongue switching between flicking at your clit and licking slow stripes along your seam. The teasing didn’t last long. He was too worked up and ready for more. His finger slid into you again as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. 
“Jesus, Jimmy!” you exclaimed, clamping your thighs around his head and burying your hands in that wonderfully curly hair. “Baby, you have no idea what you do to me.”
He drew back just enough to smirk up at you. “I’ve got some idea.” 
His fingers and hand were drenched in your arousal and you weren’t even the least bit ashamed about it. After all these years, to finally be able to touch him and have him touch you was too much to handle. You were never one to play coy and you sure as hell weren’t going to start now. 
“Fuck me already!”
“So damn impatient,” Jimmy teased, still fingering you as he kissed your inner thigh. “You really want it that bad, don’t you?”
You yanked his hair so his eyes met yours. “You do too. I know it.”
Eyes dancing with lust, Jimmy’s hand slipped out from between your legs. He crawled up the rest of your body and pulled you into a harsh kiss. You could taste yourself on him and a sense of possessiveness washed over you. It disappeared and was replaced by instant pleasure a second later when he pushed his cock into you. 
You both groaned so loud, you knew the others could hear you outside. 
Jimmy took you so hard, you could feel the trailer rocking along with his trusts. Not that you minded. Nope. Quite the opposite. You wanted more. You wanted all of him, everything he could give. Five years was too damn long to hold back. You never felt so stretched and full before. The world around you melted away and all you were left with was Jimmy finally claiming your body for himself. 
“Perfect. Such a good girl,” he praised into your ear, his hips jerking against yours with a hard steady rhythm. “Always knew you’d take it well. All mine now, darlin’. No one else gets this sweet pussy but me, we understand?”
“Only you, Jimmy,” you cooed, more than happy to give yourself to him completely. On one condition. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. “And you’re mine.”
He grinned. “If you say so.”
You pushed against him until he sat back on his heels and you were able to climb onto his lap. He slid back into you with ease as you rode him, his hands gripping your ass so tight you knew he’d leave marks. Jimmy turned his head and it was your turn to attack his neck with kisses and love bites. You saw how women looked at him, you weren’t stupid. When they saw the way you marked him, they wouldn’t look anymore. Not if they knew what was good for them. 
“We look good, doll face,” he panted, watching your reflections in the mirror. “Like we were made for each other.”
You pressed your cheek against his and also watched, your bodies grinding and writhing, begging for sweet release. “We were.”
You came not too long after, too tired and worked up to hold back. Jimmy fucked you through it, biting his lip as his own orgasm overtook him. With a groan, he threw his head back and came inside you, filling you up with his release until he was spent and both slumped against each other panting. 
Sloppy kisses were exchanged as Jimmy laid the both of you down. You remained in your sweaty, tangled embrace, neither one of you wanting to pull away now that you could finally touch each other. Even when you caught your breath, you stayed there, you stroking Jimmy’s chest and him running his fingers through your hair. 
“You never told me what my card meant,” he said after some time had passed. His voice was soft from fatigue and he sounded more relaxed than he had been in days. 
“The King of Wands represents pure, fiery energy. He’s a natural-born leader, a visionary. But doesn’t go forward alone. He’s all about caring for those around him and enlisting their help to realize his vision. He’s someone who’s here to leave a legacy.”
“Hmm,” Jimmy hummed in amusement. “I like the sound of that.”
“You create your own destiny. You create the outcome you want. Now, the only question is, what is it you want?”
Jimmy smiled down at you, reaching up to cup your cheek. “Already got what I want right here, sugar.”
With a smile, you kissed him. The both of you remained that way for some time, each kiss getting softer and gentler, until you both fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. 
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KOT ficlet #6 (Kudou Chika/Houzuki Satowa)
(Events based after the most recent update that had me screaming into oblivion.)
Needle in a thread
His first thought is, not them.
He recalls his horror when they took away the one person who had loved him, the one that lit fireworks in his darkness.
But before he had time to mourn, the torch had been passed—like some sort of metaphorical relay race—into fresh, affectionate, and welcoming hands. They cared, nurtured, and gave purpose to his existence.
The child hated by a parent, the child of calamity.
Of disaster.
And now that he’s built a home, a hideaway to rush back to whenever things seemed too rough, like hell he’d let the demons of his past have it their way.
He drops down carefully, one knee after another, placing folded hands in front of the head tucked in between his legs.
Because Chika is desperate and he has no pride to protect to begin with, so pleading before them to let him just live outweighed any sense of shame he’d feel.
But he’s naive to think Uzuki cares.
There was something bizzare about the boy since he’d met him, how he changed based on what the situation called for—like a snake shedding layers of its skin.
The light at the end of the tunnel vanishes, but Chika pushes on, pouring the deepest parts of his soul in front of the people that ruined him once before.
Because Chika refused to let his torch dim, the flame protected by so many, he couldn’t be any more grateful.
Uzuki snickers, instructing Abiko and taking a blow to the face.
“I’ll tell everyone you did this to me.” He smiles.
Chika’s light is bright.
But his darkness is all-consuming. It wraps him like a blanket of thorns, clawing to tear chunks of his soul away. In the end, who could he save?
Who could save him?
“I’m tired of all of this!”
He snaps his head, facing the voice, breathing life into his own.
Houzuki stands with her back to him, confronting the men with such ferocity, they stutter for a second.
“To hell with your ‘ruin his life’ nonsense,” she huffs, swinging her hair like a whip. “I’m taking him home!”
He had so many questions.
Houzuki grumbles under her breath all the way out, twisting and turning from one street to the other, tugging him behind her like a four-year-old.
Why was she here to begin with?
Usually, he’d shrug her away. He’d tease the ever loving crap out of her and watch Houzuki turn a brighter shade of crimson every time while subtly keeping his distance from the intense urge to hold her close.
But today, when he looks at her, Chika sees more than just Satowa.
He sees a woman with the will of a stallion, dulling her blade in front of no one, however intimidating they might be.
He sees the hand of a woman he could not help but admire.
Couldn’t help but love.
He stops walking, looking at the fingers wrapped delicately around his wrist as if Chika realised for the first time that he was holding the hand of the woman he fell in love with a long time ago.
“Are you tired?” comes her tender voice filled with concern, as she looks around, “Do you want to sit for a while?”
He looks into her worried eyes and quickly drops his gaze, to the hand she wouldn’t leave. On any normal day, by now Satowa would let go, a shade of bright pink spreading down her arm to her toes.
Today she holds his hand, firm and gentle, both at once, neither shaking nor blushing at the contact that was progressively setting his nerves on fire.
And admitting his feelings was easy. It was easy for him to look at every minute he’d spent with her—in sorrow, in joy—that Chika was irrevocably in love with her.
He’d give the Sun if she demanded it, the moon adorned as an elegant crescent ring around her finger. He’s so in love that he forgets his past, that he could endanger Houzuki and her entire family.
But it looms around him like a constant-present shadow. So he sharpens his facade to protect her.
“You shouldn’t follow me to places like this,” he swallows, maintaining his composure as best as he can. “It’s dangerous. Are you stupid? Don't pull a stunt like this again.”
He steals a glimpse at her, pushing strands of loose hair behind her ear with not an ounce of regret or fear of her actions.
“If anything, you’re the stupid one,” she replies, ebony eyes staring straight into his as he raises an eyebrow in question.
“For thinking you’d need to face this alone.”
He stills, feeling her thumb stroke his bruised knuckles, eyes steadily turning a shade lighter.
“I understand,” she says, “I understand you’ve been fighting your battles by yourself all these years. You feel responsible for everything—like you deserve divine punishment for sins you didn’t commit to begin with,”
“But for once, point the blame to those that deserve it.” her grip tightens. “Tell them to,” she sucks in a sharp breath.
“Eat shit for all I care.”
Her gaze softens as he peers into her eyes; for solace, for the comfort he’s never had. That he’s never asked for.
“You’re only human, Kudou, and humans make mistakes. We all do. Does that mean we need to be crucified for it?”
He shakes his head from one side to another in an unspoken response.
“The past won’t change, no matter how hard we try. But the future.....” she grimaces, “Our circumstances are different now. No one helped you then—no one stood for you,”
Satowa’s smile is melancholy, like rain and snow at once, as she cups his cheek with her free hand.
“But you have me now,” she whispers, lacing her fingers into the groove between his. He peers into those abysmal eyes and sees a promise.
“The only day I’ll let go of this hand will be the day I die.”
In a flash, Chika breaks.
He shatters like smashed glass, scattering across the ground in shards of built up agony. He feels the tears forming in his eyes as he looks into hers, chin wobbling uncontrollably. His heart squeezes in his chest as everything sinks in—Dad, Mom, Grandpa, everyone he’s loved and lost.
And she stays there throughout, rubbing warm circles into his much bigger palm, a distant sorrow in her eyes.
This woman, this beautiful, wonderful woman, had saved him on more occasions than he could count.
She was the white to his black, yin to his yang painting his life with every colour in the spectrum between them.
The Sun sets not far behind, fiery orange encircling her like a golden halo. And that’s all it takes—the gleaming sky behind her, the tears in her eyes, the ones in his.
He pulls her forward gently, letting Satowa fall against him as every type of warmth rushes through his veins.
She stills for a moment, leaning against him, not a hair on her head moving. Chika gives her time, space enough to let go if this isn’t what she wants. God knows he doesn’t want to force her.
When she leaves his hand, Chika thinks it’s all over. And that’s okay.
He’s okay with that.
Instead, Satowa throws her arms around his neck, face sinking into the groove of his chest, nuzzling the space where his heart beats erratically.
He takes a moment to register, but when realisation sets in, Chika pulls her tighter to himself, fingers working through the strands of her hair, chin resting comfortably above her head.
In those small arms, Chika feels the affection she holds radiating with every fibre of her being. She stands on her toes, reaching higher to lay her head on his shoulder. He draws her up by the waist, anchoring her safely to his chest.
“You’re not alone,” she whispers into his collarbone, the touch of her lips, a second of pure bliss for him. He shivers at the contact, holding his breath to stop his thoughts from escalating.
“You’re not alone,” Satowa repeats, chin resting against his chest as she stares into his eyes, lowering one hand to trace his jaw in short, quiet strokes.
“You have me forever.”
When Chika kisses Satowa, he feels everything all at once. The rustling of the leaves dull, his heartbeat overpowering every sound in existence.
When she kisses him back, realisation sinks in that this woman, this beautiful wonderful woman, would give him the world too.
Chika stands in the centre of their universe, two supernovae colliding against the speed of the world, her breath against his skin like warm sunlight streaming in through a window.
When Chika looks into her eyes, he sees himself in them, trapped in a circle of warm ebony. He watches her smile brighten when she raises herself just enough to wipe the tears he doesn’t remember crying.
Today, when he looks at Satowa, Chika sees salvation. He sees his world.
“Forever,” he sighs as they walk back side by side, fingers intertwined, like needle and thread. She gazes at him, instinctively moving closer.
For once, Chika would let himself be protected. Because Satowa was a force to reckon with. She’s fierce and brave and he’s safe in her arms.
Chika really smiles then, one so wide his eyes crinkle and vision narrows to the one person who matters more than any other.
The world has to allow him this one moment of greed.
“Forever isn’t long enough.”
Yay! I wanted to write something for so long! This idea came to me after randomly listening to "Safe and Sound" by Taylor Swift.
Thank you for reading, and being patient with me. I love y'all so much <<3
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sodasback · 3 years
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Origin Story - Part 2
ER Nurse Rafe x ER Nurse Reader
Part 1 Part 3 This was really just to get from Part 1 to Part 3
Warnings: Unprofessional work environment stuff. Alcohol consumption. Mentions of needles.
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The night at the bar was a blur. You remembered everyone buying you shots ...a lot of shots. You were thankful that you were not on the floor with patients tomorrow, but taking a class for half the day instead. 
Your mentor in nursing school from the cohort ahead of you, turned best friend, Tara, also worked at the same hospital on night shift. But Tara wasn’t working tonight so she came along with everyone to the bar. 
As it was getting later and you had obviously had plenty of fun, Tara knew she needed to get you home and Rafe and Edgar offered to drive you two. Thankfully everyone else kept their drinking to a minimum knowing they would be working the next day.  
“Come on, Y/N, it’s time to go.” Tara tugged at your arm.
“No, I love this song. Edgar! Dance with me!” You yelled, pulling Edgar toward you. Edgar, always being down to dance, immediately started trying to get you to step in rhythm to the salsa music playing, despite your complete lack of ability to keep up now. 
“Edgar, you’re not helping. Come on, we’re going home. It’s past 12 o’clock and the 3 of you need to be up in 6 hours.” 
“They’re coming with us?!” You asked excitedly. 
“Yeah we’re gonna take you home, Rookie.” Rafe told you. 
-
When you got into Edgar’s truck, you almost instantly fell asleep in the backseat. 
15 minutes later, he pulled up to your apartment to drop you guys off and Tara tried to get you out of the car.
“Uhh...” Tara hesitated, wondering how she would navigate your lifeless body up to your apartment.
“Need help?” Rafe chuckled, getting out of the passenger’s seat. 
“Yeah, do you think you could carry her?” Tara asked, “She’s not gonna walk at this point.” 
“No problem.” Rafe leaned in and picked you up out of the car, you stirred and wrapped an arm around Rafe’s shoulder.
“Where are we going?” You mumbled.
“We’re getting you to your apartment, Y/L/N.” Rafe told you.
“Rafe?” You asked. He hadn’t heard you call him by his first name before and it took him a minute to recover from the fluttering feeling he felt in his chest when he heard it leave your lips.
“Yeah, it’s me, Rookie.” He chuckled. 
“Okay. ...Rafe you’re so strong.” You slurred, still half-asleep. 
“Oh yeah? You think so?” Rafe asked amused.
“Mhmm and so handsome.” You nuzzled your forehead to his neck a little. 
“Y/N! Go to sleep. Stop talking!” Your friend Tara scolded you, trying to save you from saying something you’d regret, as she got your keys out of your purse opened up your apartment. “Her rooms that way. I’m gonna get her a glass of water and Ibuprofen.”
“Yeah” Rafe agreed, carrying you to your room.
“Rafe I wanna kiss you.” You mumbled. Rafe smiled to himself at your admission as he crossed the threshold to your bedroom.
“I think you need some sleep Rookie.” He gently laid you down on your bed.
“I’m not tired.” You protested.
“Your eyes are closed silly.” He told you sweetly.
“Will you help me take this off?” Your brow furrowed as your eyes remained closed and you struggled with your jeans that had 6 buttons instead of a zipper.
Rafe quickly and gently cradled your hands to prevent you from stripping in front of him as he kneeled next to your bedside. “I’m gonna let Tara help you with that pretty girl.” He let the term of endearment slip only because he knew you probably wouldn’t remember it tomorrow. 
“You’re a nurse, you see people naked all the time.” You reasoned. 
“Yeah, this is definitely not the same thing.” He told you as Tara came in with some water and Advil. 
“She gets pretty flirty and has zero filter when she’s drunk, don’t hold it against her.” Tara said, only imagining what you must have told Rafe while you were alone. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I know you guys always do your little ED fam initiation at Crazy 8′s but she’s gonna be humiliated tomorrow and think she ruined her professional relationship with everyone. So make sure if you see her to let her know she didn’t kill her career in one night?” 
“Of course. I think her’s was the tamest Crazy 8′s initiation we’ve ever had.”
Tara nodded. 
“You guys good?” Rafe asked. 
“Yeah, thanks Cameron.” 
-
The next day you were walking from the parking lot into work. Hoodie pulled over your head, sunglasses on despite it being 6:30 in the morning, coffee in hand. You walked quickly despite your hangover, hoping you could leave your stuff in the breakroom and head to your class for the day without seeing any of your coworkers.
“Morning sunshine!” 
“Good morning!”
You heard Rafe and Edgar call to you as they caught up to you.
“Oh my god! Why are you guys yelling?” You whined.
“Looks like someone had fun last night.” Edgar teased.
“Yeah, because some of my new coworkers kept buying me shots” you accused.
“It was your welcome to the family!” Rafe defended.
“Hungover are we?” Edgar asked.
You glared at them.
“Don’t worry, we can fix that.” Rafe assured you.
You gave them a skeptical look. 
You started putting all your stuff down in the break room/locker room and Edgar left to get something. Rafe had started stocking his pockets with everything he’d need for his shift.
“So did you have fun last night?” He asked trying to scope out how much you remembered. To be honest, you did remember everything you told Rafe, but you were way too embarrassed to let him know that.
“Yeah, I kinda don’t remember much though.” You lied nervously. 
A slightly awkward silence fell between the 2 of you as Rafe nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted when Edgar came back with a bag of fluids and IV start kit.
“Have a seat Y/L/N” Edgar instructed you. You looked at him with your brow furrowed but sat down anyway.
 Rafe sat in the chair next to you and quickly opened the IV kit, grabbed your arm and tied a tourniquet around it tightly.
“After this banana bag, you’ll feel good as new” Rafe said. 
“Why aren’t you guys hungover?” You asked, grumpily. 
“1. We didn’t drink as much as you. And 2. We did this at home” Edgar laughed.
“And you’re kinda a lightweight.” Rafe added quickly, earning yet another glare from you.
“Yeah, well good luck finding a vein Cameron. I’m chronically dehydrated when I’m not hungover. What gauge are you using?”
“Mmm 16” he murmured studying your arm, looking for a vein.
“What the fuck?!” You tried to pull your arm away from him but he kept a firm grip on it.
He just smiled at you, satisfied by your reaction. “Relax Rookie, I’m using a 22. Don’t be such a baby.”
“You’re a dick.” 
And the way he looked at you with a slight smile playing on his lips while he held your forearm securely, you both knew that you remembered what you said last night and that you meant every word.
“Hold still.” He told you. And you smiled as you watched him expertly stick the needle in your arm.
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tekstelart · 3 years
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“See, it really doesn't matter to me if you cum or not, you're the one who wants to. So you'll have to work for it very hard,” he inhaled a deep breath underlining the indifference in his voice, “and I don't think you're trying at all right now.”
I edited the previous version a lot because I wasn’t happy with it. Hope you’ll enjoy the new one. Ship: Viktor/Female V Contains: Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink, Voice Kink Word count: 3.9k Ao3
This contains spoilers for the "Path of Glory/The Sun" ending!! The ending is alternated but the spoiler is still there.
It was late, the sun has long set leaving the city in the neon lights of the signs and billboards, streets crowded with the cities night dwellers. Usually the clinic was supposed to be closed by now but an emergency had Viktor stay in late tonight, not that this was any surprise to the old Ripperdoc. This was Night City after all and if he was honest, the nights without emergencies and late shifts were the ones that worried him more. There was always some gonk who needed some patching up or an implant fixed, not that he really had much room for complaining. Having finished his work a while ago, Viktor has still not yet left the clinic, albeit for an entirely different reason than the merc who had been chewing his ear off about a malfunction in his optic implants earlier. No, Vik was sitting at his desk, tapping away on his screen to finish up a new order of cybernetics, deliberately slow if the impatient whimpering at the other end of the phone call was any indication. V's reactions forced a soft and barely audible chuckle from his throat. Her current state of impatience and desperation did interesting things to his body, the uncomfortable strain in his pants being evidence enough. V had called him after his last patient left, wanting to check in and know if he was coming over once his work was done. Not that he needed any invitation, but it was sweet of her to call just to make sure he wasn't overdoing it with his work. With her now 'running' the Afterlife and him running his clinic, time was a luxury they could not always afford, making the act of calling him a gesture he cherished deeply. How this call led to her currently working herself towards a release under his torturously slow instructions, however, he could not quite muster. Not that it mattered anyway, not with that beautiful whimpering plea of his name that just left her lips. “Vik... please...” Oh she was going to be the death of him. ______________ The noises from the city outside her window were drowned out, if not by her own uneven breathing and soft whines then it was by Viktors firm voice at the end of the line, giving her clear instructions on how and where to run her fingers along her body, when to press them down, to pinch and when to drag her nails across her skin ever so lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. It was the sweetest kind of torture as Vik had not yet given her permission to touch where she desperately needed it. Heat building up under her skin at every caress, every drag of her fingers, the tension almost unbearable. This was clearly not what she expected when she decided to call him earlier, between gigs and work at the Afterlife she barely found time for herself and it has been almost a week since she's last seen Vik. To say it was exhausting was an understatement, times like these she understood why the Ripperdoc gave up on being a legend. A private life was almost impossible. She was tired and desperate for a few hours of sleep but when she glimpsed into the mirror and her eyes were drawn to his necklace in her reflection she just had enough of missing his warmth and decided to give him a call. Now she was sprawled on her bed in nothing but her underwear and an old shirt clearly meant for someone bigger than her small frame, his scent faintly clung to it. V's fingers were now drawing tantalizing circles around her slit, still covered by the now soaked fabric of her underwear. Still without the okay to touch where she needed it, to relief some of the ache she was all but left panting his name softly, faintly aware of the plea that left her lips. “Didn't quite catch that kitten, gotta speak up.” His reply was hoarse and V swallowed a moan at the nickname he used, among all the names he had for her, this one was probably her favourite. She wriggled on her bed, pressing her thighs together slightly, trying to get any kind of friction. “Please let me touch myself...” Her voice was merely more than a soft mewl at this point, weak and desperate, much to Vik's delight. “You are touching yourself sweetheart, not sure I understand your request.”, he purred with that absolutely sinful voice, had anyone told her that a voice would one day make her feel the way his voice did, she would've laughed and shrugged it off as nonsense, yet here she was. His voice coursing through her body like liquid fire, pooling at her core, her cunt throbbing now. A pathetic whimper left her lips and she swallowed thickly. “You... know what I mean... ” “Oh do I?” His voice was going to be her demise. “Please...” “Kitten you know I love to hear you beg but you really gotta tell me what you want here, I'm old, can't read your mind y'know.”, it was a challenge, one that left V panting his name in a breathy moan. He knew exactly what she wanted but of course he would not make it easy for her. Ass. Viktor seemed to take some pity on her because the next thing she knew was the change of his tone, now cooing her with a fabricated softness. “What a poor girl you are huh, how about you stop with the slow circles then. I want you to really touch yourself now. I honestly don't care how, just do what works for you, get yourself nice and close to the edge and tell me when you're there.” She did not need to be told twice, her fingers now moving past the drenched fabric of her panties to rub circles into her clit. She was embarassingly close from all his teasing alone so when she moved her hand to push two fingers inside her she could already feel the coil in her stomach tensing. “You're close, aren't you sweetheart?”, Viks sounded more winded than just a couple of minutes before, clearly not unaffected by their game. The thought of her obeying his every command, of V completely at his mercy, if his pants hadn't been uncomfortable before, they certainly were now. V whimpered a quiet yes, the coil tightening closer and closer, ready to snap at any second. She inhaled a sharp breath, about to tumble over the edge, in what promised to be an intense orgasm, “Now stop.” With a frustrated whine V removed her hand from her aching cunt, stifling another groan at the sudden loss of friction and the almost-orgasm that was already fading back into nothing. “Listen to me, darling, this is very important.”, the control in Viktors voice was back, despite him talking down to her like that, V couldn't help the shiver that crawled down her spine and fueled the fire in her core. “What I want you do now is continue your work. Get really into it. But you will not cum. You'll keep yourself right on that edge until I'm with you and tell you otherwise. Think you can do that for me?” His voice was overcoming her in an inferno, lulling her into absolute obedience as she swallowed another moan. They may have had similar games before, he may have denied her orgasms before but never to this extend. No, the other times it was mere teasing, dragging it out for her mostly so they could climax together. Besides, Vik knew that a bit of edging made the orgasm so much more intense for her. This time he seemed content on testing just how far he could push her limits. With the sense of security coming from the safeword they've agreed on very early into their relationship Vik seemed to enjoy pushing V's boundaries just to see how much it would take to get her to yield. The feeling of having Night Cities best damn merc, this powerful woman who's easily crushed men his size before, fully at his mercy, obedient and begging for him was more of a turn on than Vik cared to admit. The quiet “Yes” left V's lips in a shaky breath, struggling to keep her voice even. “Good girl.”, the way he purred this particular nickname was borderline sinful and the only response she got before she heard the rustling of his clothes as he undoubtedly got up from his chair and left his clinic, now making his way to her apartment. She half expected him to hang up the call so his low voice took her by surprise when he growled softly, “Can't hear you. What are you waiting for?” Without further encouragement she continued her ministrations though she worked herself slower now, not wanting to reach that edge too quickly again. That was until she could hear the dissapointment dripping from the sigh that just left Viks lips. “Sweetheart I don't think you're really trying here.”, his voice was firm but low, hushed even, not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention from bypassers likely. A pathetic whimper from V as she brushed her fingers over her aching clit. “See, it really doesn't matter to me if you cum or not, you're the one who wants to. So you'll have to work for it very hard,” he inhaled a deep breath underlining the indifference in his voice, “and I don't think you're trying at all right now.” With a frustrated groan V applied more pressure feeling herself getting closer to the edge again, that familiar coil in her stomach tightening while moans of Viks name left her lips like a prayer. Her entire body felt like it was on fire, set ablaze by the sinful coaxing of Viktors voice, guiding her every move. She felt this raw want, need, and she knew that this need was not just for her release but for him. It was music to his ears really, part of him urging him to hurry up and watch her come undone beneath his body while screaming his name but she was not yet where he wanted her to be. Whether or not she was aware how much this was testing his self control, he didn't know. But it took everything to keep his composure, to continue playing his role and not just rush to her place and bury himself deep inside her. A week without her close to him and he felt how every inch of his skin craved her with such ferocity that he feared he might not be able to hold onto his control for much longer. Of course she would not object if he gave in, but this game was as much for her benefit as it was for his. He wanted to drag this out, the rare moments they had together, he wanted to savor them. After everything that went down with the Biochip, that moment of sheer and raw panic when he heard the shot that night she almost flatlined and Johnny dragged her into his clinic and his entire world froze. When the elevator door opened and she was standing in front of him, still alive, gun in hand, ready to march down Arasaka and take her life back... This woman has seen more shit than most of Night City and she was still kicking. There was nothing else he could do other than admire her raw will to live, her determination. She was a force of nature. And she was his. He was the one currently heading towards her place, his name was the one still hanging on her lips like a silent song. The thought filled him with so much desire that he had to focus on slowing down his steps. A bright neon sign catching his attention. “Maybe we should check out this place sometime, looks like they got some nice stuff”, with a low chuckle he halted in front of a store, deciding to ignore V's groan of protest. His alone and he knew exactly how to play her. “Viktor... pleaseee”, whether she intentionally dragged out the words or she was just too far gone, he couldn't tell but he smiled at her reaction regardless. The way his full name rolled from her lips shot straight to his cock. “Please what, sweetheart?” Oh his tone was absolute agony now. Feigned sweetness coaxing his every word. He was straight up driving her mad. “Hurry up please...”, between her rasped moans and whimpers it became increasingly difficult to form coherent sentences, much to the Ripperdocs amusement. “Why the rush doll?”, he didn't bother hiding his amusement as he continued walking down the road towards her apartment building. It wasn't far from his clinic so he took every opportunity to drag things out a bit further. “Want to... cum”, V managed between sharp breaths, she's certainly not been on the edge for this long before, now alternating her ministrations between getting her right onto the edge and slowing down enough to not stumble over it. It was blissful torment. It still became an increasingly difficult and agonizing task and with her next whimper as she slowed down enough to stop herself from reaching her peak, all she heard was Viktors deep laugh for a second. “Aww poor poor girl, is the big man being mean to you and not letting you finish?” V hated him in the best possible way for the patronizing tone he was using on her, if alone for the fact that it just pushed her closer towards tipping over. Before she could reply however his chuckling stopped and he continued, “Oh that's right, I don't fuckin' care. You're here for my amusement.” The merc whined in response, at this point she had to remove her hands from her body fully, she was certain a single breath would be her end now. As much as Viktor enjoyed the torment, his impatience was growing and his pants were unbearably tight at that point, he was lucky enough that the bulge was barely obvious. Or the bypassers were just too busy with their own world to really notice. Either way, he was growing feverish for her skin on his, her cunt wrapped tightly around him. Once he arrived at the Megabuilding and stepped into the elevator his tone shifted ever so slightly. “What a good, obedient girl you're being. Think you deserve to cum?”, his words were still teasing but coaxed with a level of fondness that made her heart melt as much as it set fire to her entire body and she clutched he thighs together at the sensation. “Yes please”, she whispered into her phone. “God you sound so perfect like this, so desperate to cum for me like a good little girl.” “Please.. Viktor please”, the words coming out in a pathetic whine. “Patience darling, just stay right on the edge, you're doing so well.”, Vik knew that she needed the encouragement now, he could tell that she was close to her limit. The elevator came to a stop at her level. Viktor no longer wasted any time and took quick long strides towards her apartment. Once he finally arrived at her apartment he had to bite back a groan at the sight that he was greeted with. V was draped across her bed, shirt rolled up revealing most of her stomach and her panties discarded likely a while ago. Her head was tossed back and she was biting her bottom lip hard, thin sheen of sweat glistening in the neon light from outside her window. Her hands were gripping the sheets next to her thighs which she was currently pressing together hard. Vik was not sure what he was expecting but the image beat everything he could've imagined, sending another sharp pang down his cock and he had to adjust his pants just enough to stop the strain for the moment. “Now that's a sight to behold...”, he started teasingly, every intention of going at a slow pace thrown out the window the moment her eyes opened and met his, pupils blown with unhinged desire, bottom lip still sucked between her teeth, her expression a silent plea for mercy. “Fuck...” Whatever it was he wanted to say, it was now stuck in his throat, low groan all he could muster before quickly discarding his own clothes and leaning down on the bed, arms on either side of her head, to capture her lips in a heated and sloppy kiss. He barely wasted any time before trailing his lips down her neck, biting down onto that sensitive spot at the same time he grabbed her knees to wrap her legs around his waist. V had her arms wrapped around his shoulder tighly and when he ground his hips into her, dragging his length deliciously slow along her soaked folds, she dug ner nails into his skin and deep growl rumbled in Viks chest. Feeling his length pressed against her slit after the delicious torture she endured was pure gasoline thrown into the fire of her craving body. Unwilling to wait any longer Vik mumbled something about how wet and perfect she was for him before positioning his tip at her entrance and slowly pushing himself into the silky wetness between her thighs. The stretch was heavenly and with her being absolutely drenched from their game, she didn't need any time to adjust to his size, instead he started at a slow and steady pace, giving long and hard thrusts. Capturing her lips again, tongue tracing her bottom lip before she granted him access. His movements were slow, calculated, but hard, snapping his hips forward with a force that reminded V of his former boxer career. His left arm coming down under her waist, lifting her up ever so slightly, the new angle making him hit that spot deep inside that sent sparks through her entire body. V eventually broke the kiss to gasp for air, Viks face now buried in her shoulder, deep growls rumbling in his chest. He held her so tightly and she clung to him just as much, the emotions running through her, she could feel his heartbeat and every last bit of tension from her daily life, every fear, every uncertainty faded into nothing. She was not only feeling her own pleasure, she was feeling his, it made her heart hammer in her chest. How did she ever get so lucky? Out of all the people in Night City this man had chosen her, a kid from the street merely trying to survive, she may have reached the top but she knew that she would have never gotten this far without him. A sharp bite on her neck pulled her out of her thoughts and she could feel his lips move when he spoke onto her skin “Stop thinkin' so goddamn much.” Vik had her moaning his name again with a particular hard thrust. “Better.” His movements quickened and before long he was slamming into her with a brutal pace. “Vik I can't hold-”, V cried out unable to finish her sentece, she was so close to her climax, she desperately wanted to cum and just when it seemed like he would let her, he halted his movements entirely. V whined in protest, head thrown back into the pillows and eyes shut, she bucked her hips for any kind of friction but Viktors hands held her hips in place and with a smirk he leaned in to trace his lips along her neck again, he could feel her pulse racing. “You're doing so well kitten, come on, beg for it.” He continued his movements, slowly at first, dragging his full length out before slamming back in, hitting that perfect spot that made her cry out his name. “You can do better, come on, let me hear you”, he continued mumbling into her neck, getting close to his own release while he increased his pace, no longer holding back from slamming into her with a force that almost knocked the air out of her lungs. V no longer having any reservations about her volume, chanted his name with strings of “please” like a prayer, neighbors be damned, let them hear whos doing this to her, hear who she belongs to. Her nails digging into his back hard enough to leave bloody trails, not that he seemed to mind, if anything it just goaded him on as a sharp hiss left his lips. Another bite to her neck, sure to leave a mark, and he grabbed her face. “Look at me.” V struggled to keep her eyes open. “Look. At. Me.” Viktor briefly slowed down his movement enough so V could open her eyes and look at him. Whatever people saw in her in the streets, this view was his and his alone,  pupils blown wide with lust and pure longing, longing not only for release but all of him, he wished he could save this image forever. “Good girl”, he smirked at her before picking up his pace again. “You ready to cum with me?” V just nodded. “Use your words sweetheart”, despite the command, his voice was soft, tender, his thumb tracing along her cheek. “Yes, please”, was all she managed to gasp before he moved his hand to the back of her head, grasping her hair in a tight grip. “Then cum for me.” With a shout of his name the coil finally snapped and her orgasm crashed over her in an inferno, ever nerve of her body on fire as she rode out the most intense climax she's ever had. His name clung to her lips and she felt herself clenching down on Viks cock tightly. That was all it took for him to follow her, with a loud groan of her full name he thrust into her a few more times, spilling his release deep inside her Coming down from their high together they stayed in place like this for a while, catching their breaths  before Vik leaned down to press a soft kiss to V's forehead. “Good girl, you did so well.” A kiss on her lips, slow and thoroughly to come down from their high. Pouring their emotions into each other. V wished she could just stay like this forever. No responsibilities, no clients waiting for her, just this. Content. Peaceful. When Vik broke the kiss he cupped her cheek with his right hand, looking at her like she was the only damn thing that mattered in this world. It made her heart ache. “I love you”, he whispered, breath tickling her lips. Her heart now felt like it was going to leap out of her chest and all she could muster was a smile as she leaned up to capture his lips with her own. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not the noise and crowds of the city outside her apartment, not her clients, not the Afterlife or even her role in it. It all faded into the background. Everything she wanted, needed, was here. This felt like home, he felt like home, and she finally understood.
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thelemontree · 3 years
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The Virtue of Patience (Sam Winchester x Reader)
Pairing: Sam Winchester x f!Reader
Kinktober prompt: asphyxiation / edging / public
Summary: Sam and the reader take advantage of their night out without their kids.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: smut, language, unprotected sex, edging, erotic asphyxiation, public sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dom/sub undertones
A/N: Our first kinktober fic! Have a few planned out to post throughout the month, and although the list I took the prompts from has dates for the kinks, I don’t have time to stress about getting them out on said dates, so they’ll just be posted whenever I get them done lol. Enjoy!
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The Winchester house was unusually quiet for a Saturday evening. Normally, the house was filled with the sounds of Sam and Y/N's two boisterous toddlers, running around all over the place and causing all sorts of mischief, with Sam and Y/N chasing after them. Sam’s law firm was having a fundraising gala that evening and John and Mary barely let Sam finish asking them if they would take their grandchildren for the evening before they said yes and were instructing Sam on their plans to take the twins early in the day for a zoo outing. It was rare for Sam and Y/N to have so much time alone together.
But they were making the most of it.
“Fuck, Sam, right there,” Y/N moaned, her head thrown back on the pillow as she gripped onto Sam’s hair. He laid flat on his stomach in between her legs, his head caged in by her thighs. One arm was wrapped around her leg with his hand splayed out across her belly, keeping her pinned to the mattress, while the other hand was two fingers deep in her pussy, stroking her walls with fervor. His tongue worked over her clit in small, tight circles, and he looked up at her with a faint smirk on his face. She looked completely and utterly wrecked--exactly how he wanted her.
Sam pulled off her clit with a wet pop and his fingers stopped moving but he kept them inside of her. Y/N lifted her head up to fix Sam with a look and she whined as the hand he had on her belly moved further south, the pad of his thumb rubbing her clit lightly.
“Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked with a pout on her lips. Sam smirked at her and chuckled.
“Were you gonna cum?” he replied, a mischievous lilt to his voice. Y/N narrowed her eyes at her husband.
"Well, yeah. Isn't that kinda the whole point of this?"
Sam made a thoughtful hum before replacing the thumb he had on her clit with his mouth and sucking on the bundle of nerves as he once again began to curl his fingers inside of her. Whatever thoughts about her husband's strange behavior melted away as Y/N started to lose herself in the feeling of Sam's tongue on her and fingers inside of her. She threw her head back with a mewl, her hips rising off the bed a fraction to try and chase more of what Sam was offering her.
Quickly, Y/N found herself closecloseclose, on the edge of falling over into pure bliss. Her whines were loud and constant now, music to Sam's ears. Her walls were gripping his fingers like a vice and her legs were tensing, almost crushing his head between them completely. 
The coil in her belly was about to snap and send waves of pleasure over her whole body.
Except, it never snapped and the pleasure never came.
Y/N opened her eyes with a pitiful whine as Sam withdrew his fingers from her pussy and let go of her clit with a pop. She looked at him with wild, pleading eyes as he sat up on his knees in between her legs, a sly grin on his face and mischief in his eyes.
"Saaaaam," Y/N cried, leaning up on to her elbows. "I was gonna cum."
"I know," Sam said. He brought his fingers covered in her slick to her closed her mouth. "Open up and clean these off for me."
Y/N glared at him but did as she was told. She parted her lips and took Sam’s fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the digits as she sucked them clean. She moaned at the taste of herself on her husband’s fingers and she scraped her teeth over his skin lightly as he pulled them out of her mouth with a groan.
“Can I cum now? Please?” 
Sam didn’t answer. Instead, he leaned down to plant a soft kiss onto Y/N’s pouted lips before getting off the bed and stretching.
“Nope,” he said, shooting his wife a grin. “I’m gonna go shower. Gotta start getting ready for tonight.”
Y/N's mouth fell open in shock as she watched her husband's naked form retreat into their ensuite bathroom. It took her a moment to gather her wits and register what just happened, but soon she too was up and out of bed, storming into the bathroom behind Sam. He stood in front of the open shower door as she stormed in, his back to her as he fiddled with the water temperature. 
"What do you mean I don't get to cum right now?! You can't just get me all worked up and leave me high and dry! For once we can fool around without--"
Y/N never got to finish her rant before Sam had turned around to face her, gripping her arms and walking her back until he had her up against the counter, crowding her in. Y/N's breath hitched in her throat at the proximity to him and she looked up into his dark eyes.
"I know you wanna cum right now, baby," Sam said, his voice low and dark. "But do you wanna know what I want?"
Y/N nodded for Sam to continue.
"I want your pussy to be wet and aching for my cock. I want you to be all worked up that you feel like you might cum the second I slide into you. I promise, baby, just wait and I’ll make it so good for you. Will you be a good girl for me and wait?”
Y/N drew in a shuddering breath as she took her bottom lip in between her teeth. She knew that if she told Sam that she didn’t want to wait, he would get down on his knees then and there and make her cum on his tongue. But she also knew that if she went along with Sam’s little game, she’d be in for a treat. She weighed her options before letting out a sigh and bringing her arms up to wrap around Sam’s neck. Y/N stood up on her toes to brush a soft kiss against his lips before pulling away and pushing at his chest, directing him towards the shower.
“Okay. I’ll wait.”
Sam shot her a smirk before he stepped into the shower, leaving the door open behind him. He wet his hair under the stream of water before turning to Y/N with a raised brow.
“You gonna get in?”
She couldn’t say no, of course.
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Getting ready with Sam was… difficult, to say the least. Sam was always handsy with Y/N, but with this teasing game he was playing with her tonight, his antics were dialed up times ten. By the time they were all dressed up and walking out of the door to make their way to the event venue, Y/N’s panties were absolutely ruined, she had lost count of how many times Sam had brought her to the edge just to leave her hanging, and they were nearly late.
Luckily, this fundraising event would bring Y/N a little reprieve. As the youngest and newest partner of his law firm, Sam had to be on his best behavior. Y/N admired her husband as she watched him talk to his colleagues. He was so passionate about his career--it was one of the things she loved most about Sam. All the legal jargon he was throwing around, though, sounded like a foreign language to her. Art history was more her speed, so she was happy to let Sam do most of the talking throughout the evening.
Dinner was much of the same. They sat at their numbered table and ate their pre-chosen meals. Sam talked business and Y/N was just enjoying the night out with her husband. When the dance floor opened up, however, the pair stayed put while the other couples of their table went to go dance.
Sam had an arm slung around Y/N's chair. As she took a sip of her wine, he leaned down to nuzzle at her temple and place a soft kiss there. She smiled over the rim of her glass at his actions. He moved his mouth further down to whisper in her ear.
"Go to the bathroom and wait for me."
Y/N's eyes widened and she set her glass back down on the table. She turned in her seat to look up at Sam.
"Really? Here?" she asked incredulously.
Sam's other hand fell to her bare knee and gave it a squeeze and he shot her a smirk.
"Yes, really. Now go, I'll be there in a minute."
Y/N continued to look at her husband for a moment before nodding. She stood up from the table and walked towards the bathroom and shaky legs. Excitement pooled in her belly and she could feel the uncomfortable ache in her core return tenfold. She knew if she played along with Sam's game she'd be rewarded, but she didn't expect anything like this. 
When Y/N entered the bathroom, she was relieved to find it empty. She looked herself over in the mirror, adjusting her sparkly black dress to rid it of the wrinkles it got from sitting down. The anticipation in her belly was growing stronger and stronger. Waiting for Sam felt like hours, even though it was no longer than two minutes.
Finally, Sam made his way into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He locked it behind him, ensuring nobody could walk in on them.
Y/N smiled at her husband and before she could open her mouth to say anything, Sam was on her. His hands gripped her hips tightly asand he easily lifted her onto the counter. He pushed himself into the space between her open legs and kissed her fervently. 
Y/N moaned into Sam’s mouth, her hands coming up to grip his shoulders. She whined when he took her bottom lip in between his teeth and pulled on it at the same time he ground his hips into her clothed core, letting her feel how hard he made her.
“You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight,” Sam murmured as he trails kisses down her jaw and throat. He smirked against her skin at the keening noise she made when he nipped at her pulse point. “Waiting patiently for me to let you cum. I wasn’t gonna do this until we got home, but you look so fucking good in this dress, I can’t wait any longer. Need to be inside you, baby. Want me inside you?”
Y/N nodded her head furiously, gasping out a “Yes, Sam,” when she felt his fingers snake their way up her dress to rub at her over her panties.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Sam groaned.
“All for you, Sam,” she hummed in response. Her mouth falls open with a silent moan as Sam pushes her panties to the side with one finger and strokes through her folds with another.
“Please, Sam, need you,” Y/N whined, snaking one hand down in between their bodies to palm at Sam’s hard cock, trapped in his pants. Sam hissed at the friction and he nodded.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you what you want.”
Sam made quick work of popping the button of his pants and unzipping them. He pulled his cock out from the slit in his boxers and Y/N moaned at the sight of him. He was long and thick and she always had a little trouble walking after every time he fucked her.
Sam pushed Y/N’s panties to the side again and rubbed the tip of his cock through her folds, coating himself in her slick. He teased her entrance, chuckling at the pitiful whine she let out. Sam could tell she was getting ready to sass him, to tell him to hurry the fuck up, so he pushed himself halfway in before she could get a word out.
Y/N's head fell back at the feeling of Sam's cock finally making its way inside of her. She would never admit it to him, but after waiting all day to feel him… It was amazing. Sam must have felt that way about being inside her, too, as he dropped his forehead to her shoulder with a groan, working his hips forward more until his cock was buried all the way inside of her pussy.
They sat like that for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they adjusted to the sensation of being joined together. When Sam had composed himself enough, he lifted his forehead from Y/N's shoulder and planted a searing kiss on her lips before he started to move.
Sam pulled all the way out, slowly, before slamming back in again. His hand moved to grip Y/N's thigh, lifting her leg and wrapping it around his hip. The change in angle allowed Sam to hit her just right and she had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming. Sam's pace was punishing, but it was just the way she liked it.
With each thrust, Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell, too, with the way her face was scrunched up and the breathy little whines she was letting out. But as close as she was, she needed more. It wasn’t often that they did this, but sometimes Y/N needed that extra little push to send her over the edge, and Sam was always more than happy to oblige.
“Sam,” Y/N choked out, her words cut off by a particularly sharp thrust from her husband that had her mewling. “Need… need more.”
“Yeah? What more do you need, baby? Use your words and I’ll give it to you,” Sam grunted.
Sam’s thrusts slowed to allow Y/N to get her wits about her enough to voice her desires. Her lust blown eyes locked with his and Sam knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it.
“Choke me. Please.”
Sam’s gaze on her turned predatory, even more so than before. He trailed his hand from her hip and up her chest, stopping to squeeze at her breasts through the fabric of her dress, before continuing upwards, his warm palm engulfing the soft flesh of her throat.
“This what you want?” Sam asked darkly. Y/N nodded fervently, but Sam tsked and shook his head. “Say it.”
“Yes, Sam. This is what I want,” Y/N gasped out, pushing her throat further into his palm. 
“Get yourself ready, then. You know what to do if you need me to stop.”
Y/N obeyed quickly, removing one hand from Sam’s shoulder to take the wrist of his hand around her throat into her palm. If it became too much and she needed him to stop, all she had to do was squeeze.
Sam repositioned his hand so his thumb and forefinger were gripping the underside of her jaw. He looked at her once more for permission and she nodded against him. He resumed his thrusts again, slow at first, as he worked his way up to the pace he had originally set. Once he got there and Y/N was moaning softly underneath him, his fingers began to squeeze.
The pressure was light at first, barely there, but gradually, it became harder and harder, until Y/N could barely breathe. Sam never pushed her to the point where she couldn’t breathe entirely, but he always knew how to toe the line between too much and just enough perfectly. 
The lack of oxygen made Y/N’s head swim and combined with Sam’s hard thrusts, she was brought to the edge quickly.
“I can tell you like that,” Sam said through gritted teeth. He squeezed just a little bit tighter, relishing in the way Y/N almost went cross-eyed at the action. “I can feel your pussy clenching me tighter and tighter. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”
Y/N’s mouth fell open in a choked moan, the sound barely coming out. Sam knew that meant yesyesyes.
“Then do it. Cum for me, baby.”
Sam’s words, his hands practically squeezing the life out of her, his cock dragging in and out of her pussy… It all became too much and the coil in her belly that had been winding tighter and tighter finally snapped. Her body seized and her eyes shut tight as her orgasm washed over her, and Sam quickly dropped his hand from her throat to grip her hip once again to fuck her through it. Y/N drew in a shuddering breath and began to let out a loud wail, which Sam had to stop by kissing her and capturing the sound in his own mouth.
He pumped into her once, twice, three times more before his own orgasm washed over him. He stilled his hips, groaning into Y/N’s mouth as his release coated her walls. He stayed sheathed inside of her as they parted from the kiss and Sam pressed his forehead to hers, their heavy breaths mingling.
Y/N wasn’t sure how long they sat there, joined together, but soon enough the feeling of Sam’s softening cock inside of her began to feel uncomfortable. She wiggled her hips a bit to try and pull away and Sam took the hint, pulling out of her with a hiss. He walked over near the toilet, grabbing two wads of toilet paper to clean himself and Y/N up.
Once they were both cleaned up and their clothes were back in place, Y/N walked up to Sam and looped her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her so she could place a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you,” she murmured happily as they pulled apart.
Sam squeezed her hips affectionately. “I love you, too.”
“Now, let’s get back out there before we get arrested for public indecency,” Y/N joked, linking her arm through Sam’s.
Sam snorted with a fond shake of his head and a roll of his eyes. “Baby, I’m a lawyer, remember? I could easily plead that down from a misdemeanor to an infraction.”
It was Y/N’s turn to snort. “Okay, hot shot.”
The couple didn’t even bother to hide the fact that they were leaving the bathroom together and despite cleaning up before coming out, it was almost comically obvious what had gone down between the two. But, they couldn’t find it in themselves to care either way. And really, with the open bar and full dance floor, nobody had paid their absence any mind anyways.
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hongsside · 3 years
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Finally Us :: ⅕
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pairing :: kim hongjoong ✘ male reader  ✘ yunho ( eventual poly relationship )
wc :: 3.9k
genre :: smut • romance • 
tags :: doctor au , smut , doctor hongjoong, mlm, aftercare, implied forbidden relationship, implied long-distance relationship, implied cheating, sub! reader, hongjoong switch/vers you’ll see later :>
chapter tags :: implied cheating, token of love, office sex, doctor hongjoong, nurse siyeon, cock ring.
chapter title :: Promise
sws :: blow jobs , semi-public sex, riding, cum sharing, restraints, hickies, toys, orgasm denial, choking
tw :: addiction/drug overuse in a simile form?? no characters were doing drugs its just a simile?? 
tba :: next chapter →
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“dr. kim! d-dr. kim!”, panted a miniature figure, sputtering on her words as the dark-haired individual called beforehand spun on his heel to face the short-winded woman. the lady handed him a thin bundle of papers to the man as the staggering scent of her perfume lingered in the air, only cringing abhorrently in response. with a hand resting on her knee for essential support she continued to ramble about things ranging from dinner to the documents to a reoccurring patient whose name caught the doctor's attention.
“oh, did you say y/n? i presume these are his, correct?”, visibly nodding, dr. kim, as said previously, muttered a quiet 'perfect' under his breath and dismissed the large faction of uniformed-women, striding to his office at the end of the hall.
meet the doctor: dr. kim hongjoong; dr. kim was the youngest in his field, graduating from high school at barely 16 and completing college at 23. he was a young man in his early twenties, which caught the attention of many women from all ages, what intrigued them most, was the fact he was strangely single. you could easily tell why he was favored by the women, but to their disadvantage he was not interested in middle-aged wives. although, fortunately for him, he had his eye settled on someone else already.
“dr. kim! you have a patient waiting.”, called out a steady voice from the mob of nurses. he turned his head and nodded, waving off the woman with a smile as he proceeded to open the door. the sound of keys jangling at his hips filling the now silent atmosphere; there was faint tension evident as soon as he stepped inside. he looked down at the figure before him in mere awe, adoring the way his doe eyes wandered around the room, the way his bangs fell just above his eyes, the way he sat there anxious for his presence and the fact only they knew why.
hongjoong specifically loved one more thing, and that was nothing less than the way he looked so ruined when they played their blissful little games.
in fact, he was gonna play a game today-- his game, of course.
“mister y/n, i'm more than glad to have you back.”, the doctor mused humming in approval at the man, a shameless grin forming softly as he spoke to the man. the other man nodded in return scarcely meeting dr. kim's gaze. he swallowed thickly as dr. kim's cat-like aspect glared at him almost in a challenging manner.
the uniformed-man cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses as he glanced at the fragile frame, before looking down at his papers and chuckling.
“i-is something everything okay doctor?”, he stuttered, tugging at the collar of his sweater as he sweat profusely under hongjoong’s fiery stare. making sure the door was locked, the doctor smiled.
“of course.”
“you’re here for a regular check-up, am i correct?”, he continued nonchalantly, trying his best to appear professional despite internally, he was clouded by the lewd thoughts about his patient that pestered his mind.
“right--”, the slender man nodded, fidgeting with the hem of his sweater.
“alright then, let’s begin.”, the men stood up in unison, dr. kim leading the other man to the exam table but all he could see was the small figure under him, moaning for him, just like the other night and that was close enough to make him lose it right then and there.
“doctor kim?”, y/n repeated, holding back a stutter as he flailed his hand in front of dr. kim’s bewitched expression in attempt to snap him out of his seemingly never-ending trance.
clearing his throat, hongjoong smiled; a roguish smile. knowing exactly what routine game y/n was playing, and he knew exactly how to debunk the man.
“please sit still.”, hongjoong instructed, placing a hand on the other man’s back, palming soft circles that would gift anyone a sense of comfort— that’s not what y/n wanted. slowly dragging his painted nails against his back, the doctor chuckled once more, “knock it off my love, you aren’t fooling anyone”. he whispered as the other struggled to calm his unsteady breathing while the other man had reached the waist band of his awfully short shorts. frowning, the brunette man continued.
 “come one sweetheart work with me here. strip”.
originally his plan was that he would play cold and professional unlike his usual approach of just fucking him senselessly on his office table. however, there was something different in store for the two men.
“i'm quite disappointed y/n..”, hongjoong whispered under his breath just loud enough for the smaller figure to hear. his hot breath fanned the back of his neck causing his patient's already blushed cheeks to turn 50 different shades of red.
“is that so..?”, the doll like man mused attempting to hold back the stutters and mumbles yet failing to his dismay as he slid his shirt off with the assistance of hongjoong. the doctor only chuckled in response, twirling his shorts like a flag with too much pride.
without another word hong's lips were latched onto his patient's, his tongue much too gracefully dancing with his. whimpers were revealed and soft whines let out and god knows what other filthy noises were created. tongues glided together, sucking and biting the other's lips as he ran out of breath. as much as they knew this was wrong, professionally, but his heart..and cock said differently.
he pulled away allowing them both to catch their breaths, leaving them panting in unison and the fun had just barely begun. by now the smaller man was undressed-- apart from his briefs that the slightly older man seemed to love teasing him with. his [y/n] ears had turned the same shade of red his cheeks had at this point, and hong could not help but notice. a low seductive giggle left his lips, “are you hungry yet?”. baffled even answer dr. kim continued. “i'm so damn hungry..”. his eyes overcome with lust, you realized what hunger he meant, and he surely seemed starved.
those briefs that were previously hugging the curves of the smaller man's lower body were now in his hands, he shuddered at the sudden exposure to the cold and couldn't help feel his cock twitch as it was hit by the air. he hurried to close his legs which were so beautifully displayed on hong's exam table but hongjoong was quick to stop him. the doctor had sunk down on his knees, head between y/n’s thighs which were bruised and bitten from last time. hongjoong examined his marks on his body with pride at his own creation. before he knew it his tongue was gliding across the purple works of art on the man's skin, he worked his way up higher and higher until he had reached the throbbing red tip of his cock.
god, he loved the way his flushed tip oozed out precum from just the slightest touch.
in awe, he began to lap at the underside of his cock, massaging his balls in the process causing choked up moans and grunts to leave y/n’s swollen lips-- the way his name combined with his needy moans rolled off histongue was plainly sinful but it was hong's not so guilty pleasure. his eyes never leaving y/n's, he stroked the base spreading his cum as he shifted from above in hope for more friction only to be halted by hongjoong's firm hand gripping at his hips. “m-more..”, he breathed in desire of something he wasn't quite sure of yet, luckily he knew just what.
taking him in whole, he wrapped his soft lips around his cock. the velvety walls of his mouth surrounding him-- tempting him to move as the heat of hongjoong’s tongue grazed the soft vein on the underside of his cock. truly, he wanted to mouth fuck the doctor but something told him he would pay for it later.
he hummed around him, sending vibrations of pleasure through his body still without moving.
this felt like hours, hongjoong’s lips hugging the curves of your cock: his eyes which were once commanding and powerful were now transformed into teasing eyes of playfulness and lust. waiting was unbearable and as time passed, y/n felt his cock twitch as dr. kim started to push him farther down his throat not gagging once, maintaining eye contact that could surely kill a man.
being fed up with his teasing, the man described as frail and shy had his hand now entangled in the roots of his hidden lover’s hair.  loving the way the man on his knees looked up at him and started to bob his head, taking him in fully and groaning around him not caring about who saw their .
“y-your mouth feels so goo-- oh my god~ hongjoong!”, he breathed as he reached so closed to his climax that was until pulled away from his cock with a pop, his lips parted so beautifully in an a soft ‘o’. with drool dripping from his faint pout, he swirled his tongue around the tip as he left kitten licks along the way knowing the other man was so close to losing it.
“hongjoong- p-please just ..fuck me.”, said the man on the table spreading his legs wider before turning around leaving the blank canvas of his ass on display. hongjoong truly did enjoy this, it was like his own free art show and y/n was the main piece. as he scanned and palmed the soft globes of the mans ass cheeks, he raised him hand to leave a crimson mark on them. the stinging pain soon turned into pleasure and a groan left the lips of the men.
once again the younger man felt the sudden heat and firmness in his body this time somewhere different, it was hongjoong’s forsaken little tongue. the places it would go and no one would even know was sinful, but that made it better. y/n bit his lip at the feeling of the warm wetness pushing into his trembling hole--oh how he loved that shit.
y/n gripped at the sides of the table seemingly unable to contain the noises of pleasure from hongjoong just eating him out; the power the short man had was frankly formidable and he himself knew it so well. as dr. kim continued to speed up his pace, lapping at the man’s dripping hole; the doctor slipped on a cock ring from in between his legs spread so temptingly.
jerking back in surprise, the smaller man whined, “no..hongjoong please--”,
without warning hongjoong kissed his lips, shutting him up almost like on queue. he would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy his kiss despite still being bitter over losing his orgasm for the second time that evening. y/n’s eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction and hong let out out a sound of amusement, pulling away panting softly.
somehow the room’s temperature grew hotter and the desire for each other grew with it-- moving away from the desk, hongjoong scooped up y/n, carrying his figure gently towards the couch located in the corner of the room.
“ride me.”, purred the older man as he fumbled with the hassle of his belt and the hem of his jeans. he laid down and y/n shuffled over, placing his knees at either side of the brunette’s torso. y/n gladly obliged with the command, quickly spreading his cheeks which were soaked with spit a littered with dark-red hickies revealing his hole once again and greedily taking hongjoong’s impatient cock.
with little time on their hands, they quickly got to work. the sound of skin clapping and the show of y/n's ass bouncing on dr. kim's cock was downright pornographic-- it truly didn't help that the glass panes on hongjoong's office walls were laminated with a special paper that allowed to see themselves in this state. beads of sweat rolled down his face as he clawed at the sides of the leather couch and thrusted upwards as y/n came back down on his cock.
“god- fuck, y/n you're so tight-.”, hongjoong whispered and y/n's eyes fluttered open as one of hong's thrusts curved slightly to the left reaching a place he had never imagined. tears started forming at the curves of y/n's eyes, loving the way his cock filled the smaller man's empty velvety walls..he made him [y/n] feel full-- and literally he was. but physically, sexually and romantically he was even fuller cause of hongjoong and that was something he would never get enough of.
dr. kim loved to see it-- the way his cock disappeared and reappeared from the other man's trembling little pucker; which took him in like a fucking champion., the way his ass jiggled every time he bounced, the way his thrusts met y/n's midway. He loved it so much, it was like a drug prescribed to him that he could never let go; in a way it was like an addiction.
as y/n's bounces grew sloppier and the dark-haired man grasped onto his lover's hips, it was evident that they were both near to their orgasms; although y/n quickly became aware of the situation, hissing at the realization that he would be missing his climax for the third time, and that's when hongjoong came. y/n's abused hole oozed out cum as hong's tip continued to shoot out strings of cum inside of the patient's ass. hongjoong pulled out stroking himself to completion as y/n turned around, bitter-sweet expression painting the curves of his flushed face. He took the initiative to clean up all the cum off hong's cock, displaying it to his lover as the liquid dripped down from his tongue.
hongjoong kissed him, tongues exchanging the lingering taste of the doctor's cum. groans came from both of them, hongjoong rewarding the younger man by stroking his neglected cock, pulsing between his shaking legs.
“your turn”, the man sighed still catching his breath from reaching his previous high. he was certainly euphoric and his head was in the clouds, the feelings of bliss and pleasure they brought each other was remarkable and that was undeniable to the both of them. but with the clock ticking and the appointment coming closer and closer to an end, they didn't have much time left to dawdle on the limited time they had to spend. without another word hongjoong got rid of his tie, wrapping it around wrists of his patient and pinning them above his head. y/n's bangs were stuck together by sweat, dripping from his temple to his exposed chest, suddenly hongjoong made his way to his desk not forgetting to teasingly drag his fingers across the other man's skin sending shivers down his spine.
once reaching his desk, he opened the top left drawer and retrieved a royal purple vibrator. just the sight of that toy gave him flashbacks, it was like a golden ticket for his climax-- the only thing in the way..was the cock ring. hongjoong stepped closer, kneeling just before him, admiring the way he sent back the gaze of overbearing lust and desire and the way hints of red adorned his naked body.
as the doctor slowly thrusted the vibrator, y/n bit back moans and rolled his hips in hopes of something more. hong turned up the intensity level while also picking up the pace making his lover grow louder by the minute. before he knew it a knot was forming in his stomach and a hiss left his lips as hongjoong feathered his fingers above his tense abdomen. the sight itself could've made him cum. while rolling his hips downwards, gradually fucking himself on the toy, y/n felt something else enter his pucker once more-- hongjoong's cock. now this was something that made him grow in desperation for his climax, knowing that once he did it would be memorable.
hongjoong gave his hips an experimental roll, testing the waters anew for a reaction; receiving just one when y/n's eyes rolled back and a broken moan left his swollen lips. he knew how much he loved his and he was more than willing to give it to him. his free hand much too useless on the sidelines, as he reached down for his throat grasping at the sides leaving y/n basking in the overwhelming pleasure he was obtaining.
“right there, please ah- god!”, he gasped, arching his back so hongjoong's thrusts met his prostate so nicely, releasing sounds he'd never made before. sweat dripping off him, cheeks blushed as hong took a grasp at his hips, creating a rhythm at a brutal pace that even his body was baffled by; feeling his cock pulsing inside the man indicating that he was so much closer than anticipated.
slipping the cock ring off with a subtle smile, and a loud trembling mewl from y/n; hongjoong gave him a few hard thrusts and turned up the vibrator's intesity to its highest level, leaving them both shaking in their final stage of completion, a hiss leaving hong's lips.
as he released his grip from the throat of his lover, hongjoong gave him a pleased giggle and as if on cue-- they came. their lips parted in soft 'o's and pearls of cum slipping out from y/n's slit and onto his stomach as well as his thighs while the rest was swallowed by his greedy hole which spilled some out occasionally. his thighs quivered from the stimulation and hongjoong rested his head on his lover's sweaty shoulder.
“you know i love you, right?”
a simple tired nod was the only response he got, he chuckled warmly in reply.. and no he wasn't a single bit upset by his response-- he always knew y/n never has such prevalent stamina. and with a quick glance at the clock hong sighed, carrying his sleepyhead to the private restroom. originally he would've just snuck him out the back door and bid their goodbyes until next visit (or at least until hongjoong got off work) like they've always done.
and i know that does make him seem like an asshole, but its not for the reasons one might think of. flicking his lover's head gently in an attempt to bring him back down from euphoria hongjoong smiled fondly, pecking his forehead affectionately. he showered him--although he only had 20 minutes left; once he finished, he clothed him in his extra pair of clothes consisting of one shirt much to big for the smaller figure and a pair of sweatpants that just barely hung onto his hips.
he glanced at the clock once again-- 12 minutes left. the uniformed brunette let out a sigh, he truly dreaded waking up his lover but for the sake of both of them he had to. as he muttered sweet nothings to his sleeping beauty the eyes of the smaller man fluttered open, their doe-like quality returning as if a button was pressed. the man sat up, looking at the clock suddenly an indescribable expression of sadness washed upon their faces and that's when they realized it was time to say goodbye.
10 minutes
9 minutes
8 minutes
7 minutes
6 minutes
and then suddenly it was 5..
would they really have to say goodbye now and not see each other for almost another four months? the clock's hands spun seemingly faster leaving the two men empty and numb to their surroundings. why was being together so hard? they asked, their faces communicating for them amongst the cold hard silence of the room, not needing to say a word.
“will i see you again..soon at least?..” the recently awaken man mumbled
no response
the men sighed, knowing it would have to end once again. a knock at the office door was heard causing y/n to jump, startled by the sudden intrusion-- their eyes met as hongjoong called out a firm ‘in a minute’ and they were in silence again. the duo quickly shuffled over to the back door, collecting their belongings and putting them in their corresponding places as they bid their goodbyes, exchanging soft pecks.
“you know.. your family doesn’t have to know..” the uniformed man murmured, spacing out in denial of the repetition of events. the other man simply nodded, opening his mouth to breath out another answer.
“they’ll still want me to be with him though, and besides its not like i don’t live on the other side of the stat--.”
“it doesn’t matter, don’t give up on us please, y/n--”, he sighed, the muffled sound of heels tapping filling the atmosphere, the faint smell of sex hinting at their noses.
“dr. kim, is everything alright  in there?”, the steady voice spoke again.
“yes! just tidying up a bit--”, the brunette replied turning his head towards the door, but when he turned to the direction of the other man, he was already out the door, only leaving his ring on the small mahogany desk next to the door.
the uniformed man examined the ring, inside it read ‘promise’. hongjoong could’ve cried right there, placing the ring in the pocket of his coat with hesitance.
he scanned the room in hopes to still find him, despite knowing he wouldn't. the man had cleaned up earlier not being able to find a single trace of his lover in the empty square room. sighing in defeat, he patted his down his coat hoping to summon some professionalism by straightening the wrinkles near the pockets, opening the door plastering fake ass smile across his face in the process.
“kim fucking hongjoong, what the fuck took you so long, huh?”, she said in almost a whisper-- it was siyeon; hongjoong’s older sister, quite a prick on a rose isn’t she, huh?
“noona, i was cleaning up--.”
“whatever, not what i was here for-- did you do the basic checkup on mister y/n?”, he chuckled; his sister truly was a bit of a pain, he’d never admit it but it was true.
“i thought the nurses did that in room A, you guys did, right?”, the doctor questioned, it was honorable to mention that his lovely sister worked at the hospital as well; head nurse of course.
“no, i thought you were supposed to-- aish, you’re so reckless.”, he shook his head, waiting for her to finish as he continued formulating a response in his clouded head.
“--wait, where even is he? i was hoping we could do it quickly at the end of his visit.”, she tapped her foot, her heel making an obnoxious clicking noise once again. she peaked her head, attempting to see the room behind her brother’s figure in front of the door frame. the long-haired woman clicked her tongue in disappointment.
“i guess we’ll just have to arrange a follow up appointment with mister y/n”
“really? if you want, i’ll take it out of your hands and call him myself--”
“lookie here dr. kim, i don’t know what you’re up to, and frankly i don’t care; as long as its not double the work for me, do as you please”, he smiled bowing slightly as she strutted back to her office, sighing as she slowly disappeared out of his sight.
“guess we’ll be meeting again..”, he grinned as he clutched the ring in his pocket, talking to himself in the midst of his empty room. as if a child was given candy, he skipped over to the phone getting ready to dial his lover’s number as he slipped the ring on his finger.
“i promise.”
end of chapter
all work by hongsside
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Life's a Bitch
For @jaskiersbow as part of @thewitcherbog RPF exchange! - AO3
Ship: Joey/Henry (with a side of Joey/Kal)
A lockdown fic.... but with more dog fucking.
CW: RPF, Bestiality, Dead Dove: do not eat, masturbation, Joey has a small cock, multiple orgasms, knotting, accidental voyeurism
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Lockdown was a bitch.
It wasn’t like Joey was a particularly sociable person, but the one thing really did enjoy was sex. He was no stranger to one night stands, getting far too drunk at the club and falling into bed with whoever took his fancy. Having sex with strangers was easy, especially when he was too drunk to care what they might think about him, about his dick. It wasn’t exactly average, and he’d been laughed at one too many times by people he cared about, so now he had a habit of pushing people away before he could get hurt.
Henry was no exception.
Sweet, kind, loving Henry, who had offered Joey a place to stay when the electrical mains had blown in the flat he shared with Madeleine. Gorgeous, filmstar, sexiest man alive Henry, who just happened to be Joey’s biggest crush.
So, despite the fact he was desperately horny, Joey kept his co-star at a distance. Preferring, instead, to cuddle up to Kal or spend hours locked away in his room composing, or trying to compose at the very least. He really didn’t want to admit how many hours he actually spent reading porn with his fingers up his arse. Honestly, the amount of lube he’d gotten through the last few weeks was just embarrassing.
There were moments when he thought that maybe, just maybe, Henry fancied him back. The soft smiles when they danced around each other in the kitchen in the mornings, the lingering glances across the room when they were watching Netflix in the evenings, or even the rather romantic walks with Kal at dawn.
But he couldn’t risk it, not when he had to spend the next seven odd years working with Henry. If they were lucky anyway, god, he hoped it would be that long. Lauren wouldn’t kill off Jaskier, would she?
Nah…
He was fine. Dandelion was integral to Geralt’s development in the series. Joey just had to have faith that Lauren saw that too.
Of course, there was a niggly feeling at the back of Joey’s head, an anxiety that said this stupid bloody pandemic would never end and he’d never get to perform again. He kept wondering whether he should just give up, get another job; something stable.
He sighed, running both hands through his hair as he collapsed back onto the bed, his guitar abandoned on the floor. Lockdown wasn’t the most inspiring of events, but he had to be productive. It was the only way he was getting through his boredom, that and far too much gin and wine. He smiled at that, Henry had been terrible for encouraging his love of gin and tonic, the pair of them spending most evenings lost at the bottom of the bottle.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t keeping Henry at as much of a distance as he should have been, but a broken heart would definitely fix his lack of inspiration. There was no better cure for writer’s block than a broken heart. Any artist could tell you that.
Until then Joey supposed he would just continue to be unbearably horny and get through too much lube.
He had nothing better to do.
Groaning, he leaned over to grab the bottle he kept in the drawer, and then hastily unzipped his jeans. It didn’t take long for his cock to get hard, teasing strokes along his length as he fell into the memory of Henry working out that morning, biceps bulging in the dark blue tank top, tanned skin glistening with sweat in the sun. Thick curls fell in front of Henry’s eyes, sticking to his forehead, and he winked -sort of- as he noticed Joey watching from the doorway. Joey wanted to lick every inch of Henry’s skin, lavishing him in kisses and hickies until there was no denying who he belonged to, then he wanted Henry to ruin him; fuck him against whatever surface they could find, strong arms lifting him up against the wall. Joey could ride him until his legs started to shake, Henry thrusting up into him until he couldn’t remember his own name.
God, he wanted it all.
Henry’s lips around his cock, never judging him or complaining, but loving him, loving his cock.
Sparks flew in front of Joey’s vision and he cried out as he came, spilling into his hand. The pleasure crashed over him, leaving him boneless as he fell back onto the bed with a blissful sigh, happy to bask in the haze of his orgasm and forgetting that it was all just a fantasy.
Until the door burst open and Joey was suddenly bombarded with a faceful of fur as Kal bounded into the room. It was mortifying. Joey was still covered in cum and lube, and now he had to try and force Henry’s giant hound onto the floor, but if Kal didn’t want to do something it was incredibly difficult to get him to behave. He was just so fucking heavy.
“Okay, that’s enough now, boy,” Joey mumbled, his face burning hot and he wondered if he could just die there, never having to show his face again.
Kal’s fur was already sticky with the mess of lube and cum, and Joey really didn’t want to have to explain that to Henry.
It was fine. He could pull Kal into the bathroom, nothing a flannel wouldn’t clean off. Henry never needed to know…
“Oh fuck, shit, Kal. No!” Joey stammered as the dog started to lick at his hand, dangerously close to his cock. “No, no, no. No!”
Kal ignored him, continuing to lick up the mess on Joey’s hand, before nuzzling against his cock, and holy shit, it had been so long since someone else had touched him. Despite the fact he’d just cum, Joey felt a whole new wave of arousal flood his body and his cock twitched pathetically, trying to get hard.
“Fuck,” Joey groaned, knowing he should be disgusted but he was just so fucking horny that he was struggling to keep a good grasp on reality.
And Kal really didn’t care that Joey’s cock was small even when hard.
Joey whined and closed his eyes, letting the dog lap messily at his dick. He was already so sensitive from his first orgasm but it felt so fucking good, and as long as he was already there and trapped by Kal, he might as well enjoy it. Every lap of Kal’s tongue sent fireworks through him, and Joey couldn’t help the needy whimpers that escaped his lips, his own hands running up inside his shirt to play with his nipples. It didn’t take long until he was hard again, panting and on the edge of a second orgasm.
“Joey?”
“Oh fucking cock!” Joey cursed and tried, to no avail, to push Kal off him
The door.
Kal had rushed into the room leaving the door wide open behind him.
“I- it’s… shit!” Joey stammered, trying to find an excuse that just didn’t exist.
He was caught. Life as he knew it was over. Henry would turn him into the police and he would never work again, all because he’d been too horny to stop Kal from licking his cock. It wasn’t as if he’d meant to do it. There was no pre-meditation and he hadn’t sought out the dog… but he’d enjoyed it?
“Kal, come here,” Henry’s voice was firm, and unfairly hot given the situation.
Despite his now flagging erection, Joey still wanted to climb the man like a tree. He was weak. He was desperate. He probably needed therapy.
Shit.
“I’m sorry, Joey,” Henry mumbled, sounding… ashamed?
Joey frowned, covering himself with a pillow as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry? You just… Kal… Me?”
“I didn’t know he’d- I should have told you to lock the door.”
Henry was blushing, and he really did look apologetic, like he was the fucked up one in this situation. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. He should be angry, yelling, phoning the police, not apologising.
“Henry? What exactly are you apologising for?” Joey asked cautiously, chewing at his bottom lip. There was a flutter of hope in his chest that maybe, just maybe, he was the only one.
“Don’t make me say it.”
“Darling, you just caught me getting my cock licked by your dog. I think we’re beyond boundaries now. I- You should hate me?”
“You should hate me. It’s my fault. I- I trained him to- to-”
Joey felt his eyes widening as he processed Henry’s words. Not only was he not disgusted at what he’d witnessed… he’d practically been the reason for it.
“Holy shit.”
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
“Holy shit!” Joey whined, scrambling off the bed to get closer to his crush who had just somehow got impossibly hotter.
“Joey, please.”
“I liked it.”
“What?”
“Kal, I- I liked it, and- umm, well… I like you too,” Joey admitted with a bashful smile, “and you did interrupt so… you could always join in?”
Henry’s face flew through a million different expressions until he seemed to finally understand what Joey was saying. A dangerous smile fell into place and they crashed together in a heated kiss, hands tearing at each other’s clothes, their shared shame fueling the passion until it was scorching every cell in their bodies. Teeth clashed, noses bumped, breaths intermingled, the taste of coffee dancing on Joey’s tongue.
And when Henry’s hand wrapped around Joey cock, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He waited for the comments to come, a raised eyebrow or something, anything… but Henry didn’t seem to care that his hand dwarfed Joey’s cock considerably. All his fears had been for nought. He whined and just kissed Henry with even more fervour.
“Fuck, Henry,” he moaned as Henry’s fingers stroked the length of his cock.
The bastard just chuckled, pulling back to press their foreheads together. “Ever taken a knot?”
“W-what? No?”
“Do you want to?” Henry asked, his fingers moving to tease Joey’s rim, the sensation making Joey keen.
“I- fuck, yes. Jesus Christ! You’re trying to kill me....”
“Get on the bed,” Henry instructed, then whistled at the dog who had been sitting rather patiently by the doorway.
Joey did as he was told, pulling off the last of his clothes before crawling back onto the bed, eagerly awaiting whatever new delights that Henry had in store. Smirking, he watched as Henry stripped down, looking like a fucking god, and Christ, the size of his cock… Joey might never walk again.
But that wasn’t what really caught his attention. No, Henry had Kal by the scruff of his neck and was pulling him up onto the bed to join them. It didn’t take Kal long to understand what his owner was asking of him, and he happily let Henry guide him, his own long pink cock unsheathed.
“Fuck,” Joey breathed as he stared, transfixed as everything he knew about himself was suddenly turned upside down.
He wanted this… badly. He hadn’t just enjoyed the mindless lapping at his cock because he was horny. Fuck, no, it was more than that. He wanted it. The thought of Kal fucking him made his cock ache and he was sure he’d never been quite so aroused in all his life.
“Good?” Henry asked, tilting his head.
“Uh huh. Yup, very…”
“Good,” Henry murmured before capturing Joey’s lips in another kiss.
There was a click of the lube bottle, and he hissed as Henry’s finger pushed inside him. “More,” he whined, “I can take more. I- already…”
Henry growled, and in the next thrust, he was two fingers deep inside Joey, his lips moving to attack Joey’s neck. Teeth grazed against Joey’s skin, fire burning in his lungs as he tried to catch his breath, another hand wrapped around his cock.
“I- I, fuck!”
“God, you’re perfect.” Henry’s words caught in Joey’s neck, his collarbone, his chest. “You fit so beautifully in my hand.”
Joey keened as Henry’s thumb ran along the head of his cock, the words tingling over his skin. “Please, Henry.”
“Shh, I’ve got you.”
Another finger slid inside him, the stretch a delicious burn that soon gave way to pleasure as Henry attentively opened him up, murmuring praise with every thrust of his fingers. His deep rich voice the bassline to the melody of Joey’s gasps and moans that filled the room.
“There you go, good boy, come on Kal. He’s ready for you,” Henry finally said.
“Oh, oh cock!” Joey panted, biting against his own hand to try and stop himself from cumming.
They were doing this.
Fucking mother of god, they were really doing this.
Henry’s strong arms scooped him off the bed, flipping him with ease and guiding him onto all fours. He whined, fingers gripping at the already filthy sheets, head dropped forward so he could see his own cock red and leaking onto the bed. Kal’s nose was cold against his skin, but Henry didn’t let him sniff for too long.
“Up boy, come on,” Henry coaxed.
The weight of the dog almost had Joey collapsing back down onto the bed. Pain seared down his spine as the claws dug into his skin, but fuck he wanted more. He needed more, everything that he could get. Joey could do little more than close his eyes and hold on as Kal rutted against him, frantic and desperate until finally, oh god, finally, his cock pushed inside.
It felt strange, different to any other cock Joey had taken before, reminding Joey of just how filthy this was, forbidden, disgusting and yet so fucking good. Kal fucked like a man possessed, desperate, ruthless, uncaring, and Joey felt tears prick in his eyes. He needed to cum, already so exhausted and oversensitive, but yet he felt like he might explode if he didn’t cum again. He vaguely heard his own voice babbling, pleading, begging, Henry's voice a constant low growl in his ear, stroking and pulling at his hair.
He felt so full, and it was only getting worse with every thrust until he finally felt the pressure of Kal’s knot teasing at his hole.
Fuck.
Henry hadn’t been kidding.
He whined, hand desperately reaching out until felt Henry’s fingers lace with his own.
“So fucking, full,” he gasped.
“You’re doing so well, Joey, almost there.”
“Fuck!” he cried as the knot finally pushed inside him, the dog cumming harder and longer than any human. With just a single touch to his cock, Joey’s own orgasm burst through him, spilling over Henry’s hand as he struggled to stay upright, the energy draining from him.
“That’s it, well done,” Henry murmured and Joey wasn’t sure if he was talking to Joey or to Kal.
Kal continued to rut against him, working the cum deeper and deeper, leaving Joey to whimper pitifully as he hung off the dog’s knot, unable to move. By the time the knot finally released him, Joey was a mess, whining against Henry’s chest, covered in cum; Kal’s, his own, Henry’s. He felt thoroughly used and fucked out, dozing quite contently in Henry’s arms.
So maybe lockdown wasn’t quite so bad after all.
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Yes, Captain (Darling Hook smutty one-shot)
Relationship: Adult Wendy Darling/Captain James Hook
Summary: Wendy Darling and Captain Hook are happily married. They lead a lavish, decadent, adventurous life, filled with all the wonders and riches Wendy has never thought she’ll ever experience. They also very enjoy their bedroom life spicy.
And Wendy enjoys to play this particular game with James very much.
Inspired by a certain quote from Marquis the Sade’s works.
Warnings: BDSM, whipping, bondage, swear words, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal fingering, masturbation, vaginal sex, just if it's not clear - THIS IS NOT A TRIANGLE
I was not sure who feels comfortable added to the tag list so I haven’t tagged anyone in this - feel free to message me :) And enjoy!
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Wendy was married and happy, and overwhelmingly so. With no one other than the infamous Captain James Hook. She didn’t care for the societal expectations, she stopped caring a long time ago. She’s discovered that only made it harder for her to pursue her own happiness. So she threw that away and instead accepted her wishes and desires.
Both emotional and sexual.
James accepted her and loved her for who she was. Wendy didn’t need to water herself down in any way. His fire matched hers. He loved her intelligence, fierceness, her wit. He craved her passion, her stubborness, her fire. He adored her vulnerability, her softness, her sweetness.
And Wendy reciprocated with all she had.
All his wounds and scars, be it physical or emotional, were safe with her. James trusted her with his life and loved her more that the life itself. After all, it was Wendy who saved him from the dark abyss of loneliness.
He tought her how to free herself from the bounds of others’ expectations. Being a pirate captain, James had a fare share of experience in taking what he wanted and never looking back; he tought her the freedom of choice, even if his own were ostensible in terms of Neverland’s existence. He tought her that her vulnerabilities are safe with him and she’s no less beautiful to him because of them; because Wendy accepted him whole, never ever felt repulsed by his deformity or his dark mind, what else could he do but embrace her in the same open, unashamed, loving way?
Their open trust and fire translated into their bedroom activities. Another thing that James tought Wendy were the pleasures of flesh that were somehow unconventional and not to everybody’s tastes. But to James’s delight, they were to Wendy’s. Oh how much they were.
~*~*~*~
Tonight they were about to play their little game and Wendy was shivering with excitement. James instructed her on how he wanted her to look when he came to her. Since their arrangement required bondage, Wendy needed to meet up with Luke first.
Luke was one of James’s and Wendy’s servants. Part of his work was unique in that sense that he would assist them in what was almost impossible for James to do with just one hand, since his hook was rather more useful for slicing than tying knots.
It was Wendy’s idea. At first James was jealous, but Wendy assured him with utmost care and love that it was all about being practical and nothing else. And she happened to pick just the perfect candidate.
Luke was a man probably in his early twenties. He had curly blonde hair, light green eyes and a charming smile. He and Wendy quickly became good friends and even James took a certain liking to the open, honest man. They soon both learned Luke wasn’t really interested in women, so James’s jealousy disappeared completely. They also realised he was quite experienced in what they both enjoyed, so not much lessons about tying ropes or respecting boundaries were needed.
Luke respected his master and mistress very much and soon he became more of a friend that a servant really. They could trust him with the most delicate matters and be sure they will be taken care of thoughtfully and attentively.
~*~*~*~
James passed Luke on his way to the main bedroom in the mansion, exchanging a knowing nod and look with his servant.
This was going to be delicious.
He opened the door, doing it deliberately slow.
There she was, his beautiful godess, her arms spread, tied to two of the posts of their bed, kneeling on the soft matress. She was wearing a thin, silk robe in pale pink over a lace cream corset, matching undergarments and stockings. She was also blindfolded, so she could only listen to him, pacing slowly towards her, making her breath quicken and her hearts race and he would only chuckle lowly at her reactions.
"Stunning.”, he murmured at her, already feeling a slight steering in her breeches at the sight in front of him.
Wendy’s breathing grew more and more shallow the closer he got. Finally he was there, his hand ever so gently brushing down her neck, between her shoulder blades, her lower back, before giving her buttock a firm squeeze.
She arched her back towards him with a moan, then gave a surprised, but delighted squeak.
James chuckled.
"Always so enthusiastic, always so ready to play”, he leaned close and whispered hotly in her ear, gently brushing away honey brown locks from her neck to plant the gentles of kisses there. Wendy moaned softly and exposed her neck more, and James slid her robe down slightly from her shoulder to gently bite at the crook of her neck and lick a stripe from her shoulder to her ear. He felt her shudder under his caresses and smiled against her soft skin.
"Patience, my pet. It’s a virtue. Don’t you think?”, he continued his ministrations on her other arm, before giving her left breast a light squeeze. She wasn’t wearing any bra and he was so hard already.
Wendy gasped, unable to form a proper thought, yet say anything.
James bit her on the neck gently, making her gasp again and move against her restraints. "I asked you a question, pet.”
She gave him a breathless "Yes."
"Yes, what?”, his tone was merciless, yet polite.
"Yes... Captain.”
He smiled. "Such a good, darling… girl.”
He stopped and turned away from Wendy. She whined at the lost of his touch. There was a moment of heavy silence, and Wendy’s anticipation and arousal were only growing with each passing minute. She wanted James to touch her again so badly. But she loved their game too much.
She was waiting.
A few minutes later he came to her and she felt him slide her robe down her body. Another moment and there was a slashing motion, a touch of cold on her side and Wendy felt her corset falling down on the floor. She was left only in her undergarments and stockings.
James looked at Wendy, his forget-me-nots eyes now darkened with desire. He fetched himself a bottle of red vintage, a glass, put it on the small table near the bed and pulled a chair so now he was facing Wendy’s exposed back. He also had a riding crop in his hand now.
~*~*~*~
Wendy was pracically shaking with desire already, gooseflesh on her skin from where James kissed, touched and bit her. Her knees were already getting a bit uncomfortable and her arms slightly strained, but she knew she needed to wait patiently just for a little bit longer.
She heard him opening a bottle and the pouring himself a glass of alcohol. He took a sip and Wendy figured out he must have sit close to her when she felt a flat, wide, leathery tip on her back. She smiled and arched under her restraints.
"So beautiful, so willing, and all only for me.”, she heard a smirk in his voice. Then suddenly he was close again and his fingers were teasing her sex. She let out a long moan of relief. "And already dripping wet for me, too.”, Wendy heard in his voice he was barely restraining himself, but she knew his self control. His fingers left her and she complained but then she felt the tip of the riding crop on her back and buttocks again.
"I’m going to whip you now, my darling. Remember that if at any time you want me to slow down or stop, you just have to say a word. What are your safe words?”
"Green for go, yellow for slowing down, red for stopping.”
"Very well, love. Let’s begin… Count each strike with me and thank me after each, do you
understand?”
"Yes, Captain.”
"Good girl.”
His first strike landed on her left buttock and was rather gentle. "One! Thank you, Captain.” The second was much harsher and elicited a gasp from her. "Two! Thank you, Captain.”
She felt him caress the irritated skin before striking again and leaving her almost breathless. "Three! Thank you, Captain!”
The fourth and fifth strike landed on her right buttock and were as gentle as the first but the sixth one almost made her scream „red!”. Almost. Tears swelled up in her eyes but she bore the hit well.
"S- six. Thank you, C-captain!”
"Are you alright, my darling? We can stop now.”
Wendy exhaled deeply. "I’m fine, love. Please continue. Green.” She felt him kiss and massage the irritated flesh tenderly before striking the other buttock twice in a row.
"Seven! Eight! Thank you, Captain!”
They went on until Wendy was almost breathless but she did well. Her legs were trembling when they were done.
"Th-thirty. Th-thank you, C-captain.”
"Oh my beautiful, darling girl. You are marvelous, do you know that?”, he whispered in her ear. His hand cupped one of her breasts, massaging the flesh, rolling her nipple gently. He licked the shell of her ear and she let out a long moan.
"When she’s abandoned her moral center and teachings...”, he whispered, his voice hoarse with need, his hand sliding down her body, down her undergarments, "when she’s cast aside her facade of propriety and lady-like demeanor...”, he slid his fingers between her wet folds and bit her earlobe, eliciting a shameless moan from Wendy’s lips, "when I have so corrupted this fragile thing and brought out a writhing...”, James slipped two of his fingers inside her and she rolled her hips violently, "mewling, buckling wanton whore” – the word was degrading, but he spoke it with such softness and love Wendy felt warmth in her heart – "enticing from within this feral lioness… growling and scracthing and biting… taking everything I dish out to her...” – his fingers were now on her clit, making lazy circles – "at that moment she is never more beautiful to me.”**
Wendy was in a daze. She could feel his fingers inside her, his need pressing urgently through his breeches at her buttocks, her knees were about to gave out and that’s when took his fingers out, slashed the ropes and took down the blindfold.
He caught her just in time.
"You’ve done beautifully, my darling girl.”, he kissed her forehead. "I must have you now.”
"Yes Captain.”, she heard herself say. "I want you...”
"Tell me what you want me to do, pet.”
"I want you to fuck me, Captain. I need you so badly.”
James smiled and Wendy felt even more wet. It was a hungry smile of a predator.
"Will you let me fuck your other hole today, pet?”
Wendy moaned. "Oh yes, please Captain. I want it.”
"Since you’re asking so nicely, pet… Undress me.”
~*~*~*~
James was barely able to control himself at this point. He dressed lightly, only in his red frilly shirt and black breaches and boots so it was easier for them to get out of the clothes right now. Wendy’s fingers were fumbling over his buttons, meanwhile he kicked off his boots and she practically tore his shirt off of him while he literally slashed her panties. He took her in his arms and layed her down, their lips crashing in a violent, passionate kiss. Wendy’s fingers tangled in his dark curls and tugged forcefully as he growled into her lips and pressed her even closer to him, his hook dug into the bed post not to hurt her.
"James, please...”, she whispered, her voice strained with desire and need.
He smirked at her and kissed her ravenously before reminding her, "you’re forgetting yourself, my pet.”
"I’m sorry, Captain”, her words came out a moan when he bit into the crook of her neck.
"I need to fuck you now, my darling pet. Just wait for me.”
He came back a moment later with a little bottle of oil. Wendy already layed with her legs spread for him, a hungry smile on her lips, her pupils blown wide, eyes shining.
James took out a bit of oil and put it on his fingers. Gently he massaged Wendy’s tight hole that clenched under his ministrations. Wendy’s let out a moan and closed her eyes.
"None of that, pet. I want you to look at me.”
Wendy opened her eyes, clouded with pleasure and looked at James. His blue gaze seemed to pierce her to the spot, entrace her everytime, hypnotize her.
She felt his finger slip inside.
"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, please, Captain. Please fuck me.”
He moved his finger slowly, teasingly, in and out and it was driving her crazy.
"More!”
"What’s the word, pet?”
"Please, Captain!”
He slipped a second finger inside and she almost sobbed but his pace was too slow for her, so she buckled her hips impatiently. He chuckled.
"I think that’s enough indeed”, he said and removed his fingers from her. She whined but just a minute later he was between her thighs, positioning himself at her tight hole, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.
All composure finally lost, James intense gaze was focused on Wendy’s green eyes as he entered her slowly, and they both let out sounds of pleasure and relief. Wendy opened her legs wider and lifted them higher to allow him better access and put them around his back. His thrusts were slow, deep and sensual and his grunts and moans were music to Wendy’s ears.
Wendy’s ecstasy was apparent, as he felt her slip her hand down to pleasure herself by rubbing her clit and finger herself.
"Yes darling, touch yourself”, he breathed, picking up a faster pace, beggining to chase his own release. "Come for me, my love. Be a good girl and come for me.”
"Yes, Captain – ”, she moaned out between the sensations. James saw her like this before so many times and he knew and felt she was close. His thrusts were rough and fast now.
"Come for me!”, James’s voice was commanding, his thrusts merciless.
"Yes, Captain! Yes, oh yes, James, yes! Oh god!”, she came with a shameless cry, now clawing at his back, he hissed, surely she drew blood but he didn’t care as he came just moments later, spilling his seed deep inside her.
They were a breathless, panting mess now. James took a few steadying breaths before kissing Wendy’s forehead and rolling out of her. She was also spend, beads of sweat on her temples and breasts and the look of pure satisfaction of her face.
James thought she was absolutely exquisite.
"Thank you, James, my love.”, Wendy kissed him tenderly before laying her head on his chest.
He put his arms around her, careful not to cut her with his hook.
"You did so well, my darling girl. I love you.”
"I love you too.”
Soon they drifted off to sleep. After all, they had a busy night, didn’t they?
**A quote by Marquise de Sade.
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