#reader babble

[dollyfetti]

🫧🎀 unwinding with bakugou includes:

♡ him letting you ramble about literally ANYTHING while untangling your messy hair from your claw clip/scrunchie/bonnet

♡ him massaging your feet while watching your joint show ^^

♡ him cutting your leftover steak from dinner into tinier pieces for you to finish (he won’t have you sleep on an empty stomach)

♡ he doesn’t take any phone calls after a certain time. he likes spending his nights with you only, catching up on each other’s days while basking in the lovely presence of one another :(

♡ likes making u feel pretty even late at night when you’re covered in pimple patches, eyes all droopy with tiredness, etc. kisses ur entire face and body, and i personally like to think that during the nighttime when he’s not fighting crime and dealing with all the bullshit of the world, he gets super super soft. so like.. imagine him gushing (in his own way) over your sleepy state UEIWUSDJJAJ

[snail-day]

You know how baby hair just does whatever it wants, sticking up in the wildest directions like it has no regard for the laws of physics? I just know Geto’s baby is coming out with a full head of thick, silky dark hair. No matter what hair type you have, his genes are winning, no question.

And oh my god, he’s so the type to do his babygirl’s hair every morning. He’d settle her on his lap, big hands incredibly gentle as he smooths down the unruly strands sticking up at odd angles. His touch would be so light, so careful, especially near her soft spot. It's truly a precious sight to see.

“Oh, is that cold? Daddy’s sorry,” he murmurs after spritzing just a little water, rubbing the tiniest circle on her head as if to soothe her. Tilting his head, thoughtful, his fingers ghosting over her silky strands. “Hmm, what should we do today, princess? Just a little clip? Maybe tiny pigtails?”

She doesn’t care, of course, just babbles happily, staring up at him with big, trusting eyes, reaching clumsily for his thick fingers. And he just chuckles, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, already so completely wrapped around her little finger.

God, he’s such a girl dad. It’s ridiculous.

Here is the TikTok link if you need it!

[bunny-jpeg]

john price taking you raw dog in the back of his shitty truck, and leans towards the radio and turns up the song playing. how deep is your love belts through the scratchy speakers as he got you near a chokehold, his cock hitting against all the sweetest spots.

the truck is rocking quickly, tucked away on a dirt road as the windows fogged up. only way for a captain to get his hands on his favourite private nowadays. the song hits the chorus as he works his cock deeper, harder, faster into you. his pace was unrelenting.

he leaned over you further, his cock somehow going deeper as he cheekily asked, "yeah, petal, how deep is your love?" <3

[flutterbabee]

Note: I havent even finished S2 of criminal minds as im writing this, I was just overtaken

Edit: the way I accidentally deleted this..was panicking so bad before I remembered I had a copy

Just thinking about Spencer and him absolutely devouring your cunt, just swimming in it. He's on his knees, still wearing his casual dress shirt, pants, and he's only taken off his shoes in an attempt to get more stability on the floor, placing them side by side next to the desk. The desk you were currently gripping onto for dear life—You're covered in a thin layer of sweat, the wooden desk rocking slightly behind you. The moisture building up on your hands did nothing to steady your already twitching body. You're naked, save for a plain t-shirt, your bottoms and shoes disregarded in a forgotten bundle across the floor. Below you, between the space in your thighs, were deep brown eyes and just as brown hair, now made a mess. Spencer's eyes glazed over as he licked stripes across your cunt, pushing his tongue further into your folds, his nose briefly brushing against your clit. Your body shivers at his occasional moan. You were dripping down his chin and neck, soaking spots in his shirt. Each second passing caused your legs to feel more and more unstable, twitching and shaking. Desperate for any sense of balance, you find yourself grabbing at anything, Spencer's hair, shoulders, continuous fumbles of the desk behind you. Hurriedly wiping your hand on your shirt and grabbing the edge of the desk. Your legs started to twitch more, desperate to close your aching thighs, and while your grab at the desk helped you secure you, it wasn't much better than before. Spencer, noticing your movements becoming more frantic, took hold of the back of your knee, placing a firm grasp and pulling you forward. Spencer's fingertips find a home in the plush of your thigh. He continued licking at you, switching between sucking and pecking your bud, releasing it with a loud and wet—*pop*—You were close and Spencer was relentless, repeatedly waving his tongue against your clit, his hold on your leg keeping you in place. Tossing your head back, your toes curl as your body releases its final spasms for the moment, experiencing the peak of your pleasure. Spencer groans as he feels your slick coat on his face, lapping up whatever didn't get on his shirt. Letting out breathy pants, your body starts to go slack, twitching one more time when Spencer kisses your clit.

[monstersholygrail]

Fuck, now i want to have kits with bunny secretary...author when i catch you

Ahahahaha that’s completely understandable. Bunny Secretary is like peak man in the streets and freak in the sheets. He hides his darker sides very well. Giving you the best of both with him. And now you got me thinking about what it would be like for him to find out you’re having his kits hehe.

I imagine that he’d be actually super excited it. For one, he’s a bunny and they’re big on procreating lol. He would think it’s so hot that he managed to knock you up. Kids were never his goal but now that he knows you’re going to have his kid he can’t not be happy about it. Two, he’s especially happy about it because it’s just another thing that ties you to him. Again, baby trapping isn’t he goal but he kinda loves it happened.

Trust, that man is already half way to a ring shop. He makes a lot of money being secretary to Minotaur Boss so he’ll be getting you a huge rock. Only downside is you’ll have to move out of FUC, but he’s not distraught over it or anything. He’ll just have to fuck you that much more often to make up for it

[invincibledc]

Super!reader being half kryptonian because they were born out of Lois. But the super is only 10 while the young Justice League is full on teens. Imagine the other team mates get superboy, aka Connor Kent. Reader’s small brain is excited to have a big brother, the others are anxious because of how Connor acts. But what surprise them most is how Connor is actually a softie towards the small Kent. Connor know reader can’t join battle, so he makes a rule between the Kent and him.

[hihhasotherfixations]

Thinking about Price coming home.

You noticed him coming in, of course you did. Yet while one part of your brain wished to turn around and greet him, welcome him home, the tired part of you decided to stay put; eyes closed and your body partially turned away.

The first thing you felt was his hand, gentle as it placed itself upon your cheek, his hardened palms sliding softly against your tender flesh, followed by the slow creak of the bed as it dipped under his weight.

“I’m home, love.” A quiet whisper came from him, his gave a mere breath away from yours as carefully, he pressed his lips to your cheekbone, right near the juncture towards your lips.

Soft and sweet, his beard lightly scratching your skin before he pulled back, his thumb tracing back and forth.

Slowly, your lips curled up, feeling the man carefully lay down, pulling himself close to you and digging the blankets out from under you to instead take their place at your back. His warm arms wrapped around and under you, holding you and keeping you safe.

No matter how long or how often John had to go. Coming home always involved the same thing.

A sweet and soft greeting, and the feeling of safety returned.

[billiesgoodgirll]

you’re camrea roll if you were billies girlfriend ! ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

i love making these so so so much <3

[strungnews]

Thinking about having a one sided rivalry with Mark but only YOU hate him and he doesn’t know jack shit. You just develop this malice towards him that keeps building and building for no damn reason, then it bursts when he turns out to be a good guy. And fuck, maybe you’re falling for him?

He’s all awkward smiles and clammy palms when you go to shake it, he’s confident but a geek at heart so he doesn’t know what to even do with you or himself. The forced proximity is soul crushingly painful but you grit through it, trying to be nice because even though he is your “rival” you have manners.

Then it escalates when you’re left alone with him, and he brings up the only topic he knows to talk about which is that damn Seance dog. Of course you knew about it. Hell, you were a big fan of it! But then people started to spread the word and popularize it, being all stuck up and ungrateful to the comic artists whenever an issue was yet to be released.

Thats why you hated him, thats why you competed with him. Because you were a gatekeeper.

But like a christmas miracle, he just keeps on giving and surprising you. Many points are given that you agree with, and suddenly you’re dumping all this information on him and he looks like a jolly kid opening their presents on christmas morning.

“Exactly! The people just don’t get it like you and I do,” Mark feels a bit lighter now that the tension between the two of you has snapped. Although he wasn’t even sure why there was one in the first place.

“Right? I don’t even know why I hated you.” He laughs along with you, sighing in content. Before he pauses and relays your words back in his head.

“Wait, you hate me?”

[daughterofthequeen]

When you’ve read all the stories in all the fandoms you’re apart of and are now starving for more fic content. (I’M SO BORED HEELLLP!!!!!!!!!)

[reading-wanderer]

1 Kairi Kingdom Hearts ready for melting

[dollyfetti]

btw katsuki’s idea of unwinding is having you sit on his lap topless while he sucks on ur tits and u pet his hair as you ramble about your day

[dear-aubade]

Oh my good God your writing is absolutely fabulousssss 🤤 The way you write about Joel and his baby girl is sending me into orbit!!! Genuinely I cannot wait to read more of your work 😍 Do you think that you would ever do one where Joel comforts his baby if she got jealous? There’s a few different ways this could go but the idea of him comforting his sweet girl when she’s upset over something like seeing another woman in Jackson hit on him or something makes me think terrible, nsfw thoughts 😆🩷🎀

This was so fun to write, thank you for the ask anon! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: When you see a woman making a move on Joel and storm out in a flurry of tears, Joel realizes exactly how much he’s been neglecting his baby. He’s determined to make it up to you.

Notes: Smut, oral (f receiving), dom!joel, sub!reader, praise, nicknames (sweetheart, baby, babygirl, little girl, honey, darling, any fanfic-typical nickname Joel has for reader), jealous!reader, oblivious!joel (sorta), semi-public, implied age gap

You were fuming.

It was Tommy’s birthday and Maria had decided to invite the entire town of Jackson to the Tipsy Bison that night to celebrate. The bar was lively with the hum of chatter and small talk, the smell of whiskey and beer curling in the air, paper lanterns hung in a zig-zag pattern across the ceiling.

Normally you would have loved to go out like this. It gave you an excuse to dress up all pretty and do your makeup, maybe even get Joel to abandon his stone-faced stoic facade and go dancing with you after he’d had a couple drinks.

Except for the fact that the night had gotten off to a horrible start.

The past few weeks Joel had been busy. Very busy. Which you didn’t blame him for, of course—he was one of the town’s strongest working men and the people needed him to help with patrol. But recently a worker at the Bison had sprained his ankle and Seth had asked Joel to help cover him while he healed, which meant that now Joel was gone during the day for patrol and several nights during the week while he fixed barstools or whatever it was Seth had him working on.

The nights he actually was home, he usually went straight to bed with you after placing a kiss to your lips and gave a murmured, “Goodnight.” You couldn’t even remember the last time he’d touched you, really touched you.

And you knew that Joel was a good man, that the reason he was so exhausted all the time now was because he was doing work for the community.

It didn’t stop his girl from getting a little needy and missing him.

Tonight you had taken advantage of the outing. You’d made sure to do your makeup immaculately, with your lips glossed and eyes lined to make them look all doe-like and pretty, how Joel liked them. You’d curled your hair and pinned the top part of it back in a half-updo with a white satin bow. You’d even worn a new dress that you’d traded for a couple days before. It was baby pink, hugging your bust and waist before flaring out the smallest bit around your hips. The short hem paired with your white heels showed off your legs very nicely.

You’d thought that maybe if you put enough effort into your appearance tonight, Joel would want to touch you no matter how tired he was.

Unfortunately, so much self-grooming had caused you and Joel to be a little late, which meant rushing out the door and speed-walking over to the Bison so you two weren’t more tardy than you already were, which meant there wasn’t time for Joel to appreciate his princess in her pretty dress.

Now that you guys were here at the bar, he was hardly looking at you. His large hand was still holding yours so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd, but he hadn’t even said anything about how you looked tonight. Did he even care? It made you want to whine and cry or stamp your little heeled foot against the floor until he paid attention to you.

But you didn’t. You wanted to be his good girl…and you didn’t want to ruin Tommy’s birthday, either, by making a scene.

Joel kept craning his neck around to look for his brother, and when he found Tommy and Maria standing at the bar, he guided you over with him with a hand on the small of your back.

“Joel!” Tommy exclaimed, expression bright as he embraced his brother—overly bright. It was clear he’d already had a few glasses.

Joel slapped Tommy on the back. “Happy Birthday.”

“Happy Birthday, Tommy,” you said softly right as Maria was thanking the both of you for coming.

“What did you get me?” Tommy asked his brother.

Joel grunted as he put his hand back on your waist. “Right to the point, aren’t you?”

“A book? A shirt? A razor? I’ve been needin’ a new one of those, mine broke just yesterday—“

“Boots,” Joel said. “Traded for ‘em last week. They’re back at the house.”

Tommy grinned. “Awe, now you’ve just ruined the surprise.”

Joel rolled his eyes. “Tommy—“

“Oh, that reminds me! There’s somethin’ I need to show you real quick.” Tommy turned to you. “Mind if I borrow him for a few?”

You frowned. “Well—“

Without waiting for a response Tommy dragged Joel away, heading for some unseen destination across the bar. You couldn’t tell where they were going from your position in the crowd. You tried not to wilt.

A moment later Maria handed you a drink. “You look nice,” she commented.

“At least someone noticed,” you grumbled, taking a sip. The alcohol burned your throat.

“Joel giving you trouble?”

You shrugged.

Maria waited for you to elaborate. When you didn’t, she pressed. “I was going to go sit with some friends over there.” She gestured to her right somewhere. “Want to join?”

You sighed, then shook your head. “I don’t think so. Thank you Maria, but I don’t want my mood to infect your guys’.”

“Well…alright. If you’re sure.” And with that, she left you to your own devices.

It had been hours. Or…maybe a half hour. Forty five minutes? You weren’t sure. Enough time for you to have made a home for yourself on one of the barstools with several now-empty liquor glasses in front of you.

And Joel still wasn’t back.

Your toes were starting to go numb in your tight shoes even just sitting there, so you huffed and got to your feet—you only swayed a little. You were determined to find Joel and make him dance with you.

You weaved in and out of the crowd as you searched. Where had Tommy taken Joel? Was it….this way? That way? You couldn’t think very clearly right now. How many glasses had you….?

You finally spotted the back of Joel’s head through the throng of partygoers. Your eyes lit up and you started to move in that direction, ready to tug on Joel’s hand and stand on your tiptoes for a kiss. Why had you even been upset again?

You squirmed between two people to move closer and—

There was a woman beside Joel. She had honey brown hair and keen, wise eyes. She was older than you—much older. Closer to Joel’s age. Her name was Sharon…Shannon…something?

You froze as she laughed at something someone said and put a hand on Joel’s arm.

Your eyes went wide and you didn’t know whether you wanted to scream or start crying. Joel suddenly turned his head and met your gaze.

Your body decided for you. Tears pooled on your lashes and you turned to duck out of the bar before you made even more of a fool of yourself.

The crisp, cool night air greeted you as you escaped the Tipsy Bison’s warmth. You sniffled and kept walking, not even really sure where you were going.

“Darlin’?” Joel’s voice reached you and you heard footsteps from behind.

You sped up.

But Joel was Joel, and so he quickly caught up to you with his long legs. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Not now, Joel.”

“Hey.” He grabbed you and turned you around, his grip gentle but firm. “Sweetheart, what happened?”

“Get offa me,” you protested, trying to push away.

“What’re you…” He paused. “Are you drunk?”

“No,” you whined. You broke out of his grip and kept walking, turning around the corner of the Bison and walking around the back of the building. “Leave me alone.”

“Baby.”

At his tone you stopped. Even though you were embarrassed and upset and didn’t want to see his face, a small part of you still wanted to be obedient.

He came around your front and lifted your chin so you were looking up at him. His stern gaze melted away and his eyes softened. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Your bottom lip quivered. “What’s wrong?” You sniffled and took a step back. His hand fell away.

“What’s wrong is that you don’t pay attention to me anymore. You work all day and all night and it feels like you hardly have time for me now. I even got all dressed up tonight for you, wore a new dress and everything, a-and you didn’t say anything, didn’t even look—“

You blinked and more tears ran down your face. “And now I jus’ saw Sharon or Shannon or whoever that woman was flirting with you, and you didn’t do anything—”

You cut off as your face crumpled. You looked down, shivering from the cold.

“I know she’s older and…and probably smarter, and she—”

“Whoa, whoa, sweetheart.” Joel tenderly gripped your upper arms, ducking his head to try and get you to meet your gaze. “What…what are you thinkin’? You think she could ever compare to my babygirl?”

You opened your mouth to respond but he prattled on before you had the chance. “The moment she touched me I pulled away. I don’t know if you didn’t see or what, but…” He shook his head. “Baby, I only have eyes for you. You know that.”

He wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around more often. It’s just until Seth’s friend heals up that I’ll be gone. I should be out of bar duty by next week.”

“And what about tonight?” you whined.

At that, Joel smiled. “You really think I didn’t notice how pretty you looked, sweet girl? I was trying not to get a hard on in the middle of Tommy’s party.”

You almost smiled. Almost. But you were still mad about Shannon, and you still felt needy and lonely and you were pretty sure you were way more than tipsy and you still kind of felt like punching Joel in his handsome face a little bit.

He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “So sorry that I made my baby feel alone….and needy…and neglected…” He punctuated each word with a kiss to a different part of your face—your cheek, your nose, your lips.

Now that you were alone, Joel’s eyes roved over your body shamelessly. “Look at you….” he cooed. “So beautiful.” His hands fell to your waist. “And this pretty new dress.” His eyes looked lower, down to your feet, and he grinned. “Your shoes match your bow. You said you dressed up just for me?”

You sniffed and nodded. “M’still a little mad at you.”

“I know, pretty girl.” He kissed your jaw. “Why don’t you let me make it up to you?”

That sobered you up real quick. “Wh….here?”

“Why not?” Joel pressed your back to the wall of the building. “No one’s around.”

“But someone could—”

“Shhh.” He kissed lower this time, at the skin beneath your jaw. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” He pressed a kiss lower. “I’m going to make my little girl feel good right here and now so she doesn’t have to wait another minute.” Another kiss. “After that I’m gonna carry her back to our bed….” Another. “And there I’m gonna make love to her until she gets absolutely sick of it.”

You squirmed as his beard dragged along your skin the lower and lower he kissed, lips now at your collarbone. “I-I don’t know if I’d ever get sick of it….”

He nipped at your skin and you gasped. “Then you had better have enough energy to be up all night, sweetheart.”

Joel kissed down the center of your clavicle, the middle of your breasts, down your tummy over your dress….soon he was kneeling before you, looking up to meet your gaze with those dark brown eyes of his.

“Joel—” you said, still a bit uncertain.

“Lean back against the wall, babygirl.”

You hesitated, but obeyed. Any complaints or protests you had against the situation dissolved as soon as Joel lifted one of your legs and pressed a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

His lips traveled upward. He kissed along your calf….the inside of your knee…your thigh….soon he pressed the skirt of your dress up to your waist.

He paused.

Then:

“Oh, sweetheart.” It was nearly a groan. His eyes flicked up to yours. “No panties?”

You smiled shyly. The truth was you’d forgotten almost entirely about that—it had been a quick last minute decision to forego wearing anything beneath your dress, but seeing his eyes dark with lust now….you definitely did not regret it.

“I’m a little glad I didn’t have time to look you over properly before coming here,” he murmured, lips skimming your hip bone. “If I knew you weren’t wearin’ anything under this we would have never left the house.”

You could feel his breath on your inner thigh now as he moved his head and you whimpered. “Joel.”

“Shhh, no whining honey, ‘less it’s about how good it feels.” He placed a kiss right above the patch of skin above your bud. “Just let that pretty head of yours empty—I’ll take care of you.”

Whatever you were about to say in response left your head as Joel hiked your leg over his shoulder and started to lick at your clit.

You gasped and one of your hands threaded through his salt and pepper curls to steady yourself. His tongue flicked against your swollen, needy button teasingly. Your lower belly simmered with the heat of crackling coals.

Joel’s large hand found purchase on your hip and he squeezed in response to each noise that escaped you. He was soon embracing you with his full mouth, tongue licking between your folds, at your bud, into you. It was as if he was everywhere, helping himself to your taste and enjoying every bit of it.

“Oh,” you sighed, pushing your hips into his mouth involuntarily and his head bobbed in time with his motions.

Each flick, each twist of his tongue had you nearly writhing, and you were pretty sure it was only Joel’s hand on your hip keeping you from collapsing.

“Joel, I—it’s—oh please, I can’t—” You were babbling mindlessly, head empty, unsure of what you were even really saying.

Joel just chuckled against you, the vibrations running through your core making you gasp.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured as he sucked and licked at your wetness. “‘S like you were made for me—just keep rockin’ your hips—oh, good girl.”

He lapped at you as you let out a high-pitched whine. You were there, right there, with his nose nudging at your clit and his warm wet tongue pushing into you and he was shaking his head and oh—

You bit your knuckle to muffle your moan as you came, your folds drenched, your lower belly warm, your legs shaking, your clit tingling.

“That’s it, that’s it.” Joel kept murmuring praises as you came down from your high, hips squirming from oversensitivity.

He placed soft and slow kisses on your right hip before rising and gripping your waist. Your legs nearly buckled.

Joel chuckled and caught you as you stumbled a bit, sweeping you up in his arms, the ease in which he lifted you making your belly swoop.

He pressed his lips to your hairline in an achingly sweet kiss. “How’s my girl feeling now?”

You let out a happy hum and rested your head on his shoulder. “Better.”

“Good.” You could hear the smile in his voice as he started to walk, carrying you like you were a princess. You supposed that you were, in a sort of way. You were his.

“Don’t go fallin’ asleep yet, babygirl.”

You hadn’t even realized that you’d been drifting off until he had said something. It wasn’t your fault. The gentle sway of him walking with you had rocked you to sleep…

“Sorry.” You yawned.

“I’m the one who’s sorry, honey,” he said. He held you closer. “And you gotta stay awake with me. I got a lot more I wanna do to apologize to my princess.”

The low voice he used made your heart flutter.

You were in for a very long night.

[bunny-jpeg]

*whispers very quietly* alpha!price with an adorable little omega who he maaaaaay have forced mated with. you were the little barista he saw every morning before he headed to work. while he doesn't see you, but follows a lovely scent to the car park behind the shop. he finds you pitifully trying to control your heat enough to drive home. his scent pulls you in and with big, glassy eyes, you near beg him to do something about all this heat in your body.

and well, price wasn't going to let you suffer.

now as you ride him on the couch during a match, his rough, calloused hand grasps your throat and he can feel the uneven scarred skin over your scenting gland. a mark he gave you <3

[flutterbabee]

In Matt's opinion, the pros of his extraordinary hearing ability outweighed its many cons. He had found a duty, a purpose, and despite the harms that fell upon him, he always answered the call. But sometimes he enjoyed the more indulgent aspects of his ability, how he was able to focus on a single thing in such an intense manner. For example, when he has your back pressed on the wall of his apartment and he places his head in the crook of your neck so he's able to hear even the slightest whimper coming out of you. He's got a rough hand down your panties and his other is holding the bend of your knee. Kissing the more sensitive spots on your neck while he's kneading small circles onto your clit. You're squirming, but he'd press his body into yours to hold you in place. You'd buck when he'd press on your button or when he'd dip the tips of his coarse fingers into your inviting heat. This is when the rare chance of Matt accidentally overstimulating you occurred. When he's fingering you, he'd change his pace at random, he'd start to be a bit rougher with his kisses, and he'd drop your leg to grope the rest of your body. Matt was drunk on memorizing which squeaks and whimpers you'd make depending on where he'd kiss or how deep he curled his fingers into you. Even when he was on the verge of ripping off his pants and feeling your cream on his cock, he'd hold himself back because he loved feeling your most needy spots in his hands. Matt getting to hear your voices of pleasure was an all-cleansing remedy from whatever he dealt with in the hours prior.

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

straight filth without p in v tbh

cw: possessive!quinn, in my head this is also roommate!quinn

okay hear me out, a no nut november challenge with Quinn. winner gets whatever they want for 48 hours. Quinn’s determined to win, he’s determined to spend those 48 hours officially making you his. but Quinn’s all "it's unfair that you can hide being turned on so well" and you're all smug like "get bent" and it was like a light bulb moment for him. "ya know how we have that party tomorrow? why don't you wear a skirt, that way when i want, i can check and see how turned on you really are."

so let's jump to the party, Quinn talking with his teammates minding his business when he sees you laughing a little too hard at something Jack said. so he's like okay, we're upping the antics. he'd make his way over the the bar area where he saw you and Jack and join the conversation. the lights are pretty low, so people can't really see how dangerously low his hand really is on your back side. he's just gripping your ass just hard enough to keep you from being too focused on the conversation.

"you won't look at me baby, why's that?" and you'd just groan at Quinn. you’re not used to Quinn acting so “hands on” with you in public. he’s been all, “you’re mine in the comfort of our home” kinda guy. plus it's november and you’re determined to win this stupid deal. those 48 hours could really change your life and you need that. Quinn pulls you from all your thoughts. "meet me in the bathroom bub, think it’s time for a check.”

Quinn’s waiting by the sink when you finally show up in the bathroom. "took you a second. what were you doing?”

“Jack came and started talking again, that’s all.” your voice so quiet.

suddenly feeling small, you’re quick to move in front of him, head looking down. knowing you can’t trust yourself when he’s in a stupid black button up. a soft gasp leaves your throat when you felt his hand on your shoulder turning you around. "what's got you so shy? you can see mine, let me see yours." he heard a whimper fall from your mouth with a quiet okay. “step forward baby, hands on the counter. want you to watch me in that mirror, alright?”

his hands took time to move down your body. almost like he wanted this to take a second, like he wanted you to beg for him.

he’s pushing your thighs further apart, hand now resting against the small piece of fabric covering your core. “look at that, seems like you can’t hide much now huh? bet that’s why everyone wanted to talk to you. they could just tell how easy they could slip in. too bad for them huh? only one in this building that gets to feel you is me.”

"Quinny.." you whine out, only to hear him chuckle behind you. running his finger down your center, and adding slight pressure when he finds your bundle of nerves. smiling down at your hips twitching around.

"don't you think this checked enough?" you ask all dopey and he murmurs, "just a second baby, one more thing." and pulls your panties to the side spreading your folds again and letting his thick finger set over where you're leaking, just so he can smirk down as your cunt clenches around nothing and he can hear your breath hitch, and a quiet moan leave your throat. just for him to drop his hands and lean back. "ready to give up yet? i think your cunts crying for me"