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“Wha’ the f-”

“Shut up and get on your knees.” Your hand gripped the back of Dom's neck before he could turn to look at you. You squeezed but not too hard, not yet. You could feel his pulse flutter fast and faster but you didn't stop, you just pulled him back from the urinal you'd found him at and pushed him towards the wall. He bounced off and spun and your gaze dropped to his soft cock where a few droplets of piss splattered down his track pants. You thought you'd waited long enough for him to finish but ah well. A little mess never hurt anything. “I said get on your fucking knees!” You demanded again.

You reached past him, turning the lock to keep anyone else out. You knew it wasn't allowed but you didn't care. It would only take a few minutes anyway, there was no way you'd last long. Not like this. Some spark flashed in his jade eyes but he finally obeyed, dropping slowly to kneel in front of you. Your dick throbbed at the sight of him below you, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips like he could already taste you there.

“What are you? A whore? You look like a fucking lot lizard advertising your ass like that. You put it online for everyone to see?” You probably shouldn't have let on that you'd seen his bathroom selfie but it was stuck in your mind and you couldn't stop thinking about it. Taken literally just moments before you approached him.

“N-no.” He whimpered and you grabbed a fistful of his dark hair, knocking his hat off and using your other hand to pull your own pants down under your balls.

“I didn't say you could talk.” You growled, hollowing your cheeks and spitting. You meant for it to land on your cock but no, some of it reached his face. Fuck. He barely even flinched, if anything he seemed excited by it. “Slut.”

His lips were parting before you even pulled yourself completely free and you huffed a soft laugh. He was so eager for you. Such a good little bitch. His mouth took you willingly and wetly and he started sucking hard as soon as the head of you was past his teeth. A low groan escaped you and like an answer he moaned around you, adding a little vibration to his play. He kept his hands down on his lap, the only place he touched you was with his mouth but that was enough. That was all you needed.

Your tip hit the back of his throat and kept going but he didn't gag. You didn't know if he was squeezing his thumb or just that magic but he certainly had a big enough mouth to handle it. His throat was tight, eventually squeezing your shaft as he swallowed. His body fought the intrusion even if he didn't. You knew he couldn't breathe but he didn't tap out and when you arched a brow down at him he just pressed closer until his plush lips met your skin, his nose tickling at your pubes.

“Good- good boy. Fuck b- D-” You stopped trying to talk and instead let your hips take over until you were fucking his mouth like you wished you could his perfect ass. You didn't have enough time though, you had already heard someone try the door.

Your fingers pulled tighter on his hair and your body rolled faster. You had to put your hand against the wall to hold yourself up. He swallowed again, bobbing his head and swishing his tongue when he could. His teeth stayed covered even though you didn't always mind them. This had to be fast and filthy. Down and dirty.

You watched as he took every inch of you, his eyes watering like a porn star. He was a beautiful mess. “Gonna cum.” You warned and you tried to pull free but he hummed and reached for your hips to hold you in place. His answer was loud and clear and you gave him what he obviously wanted, you couldn't fight it anyway. Pleasure ripped through you from the top of your head to your toes. Your orgasm had you trembling, bending down and barely holding yourself up. You shook as he sucked every drop of your spend until it was just this side of too much.

Eventually you had to pull him off and he licked his lips, chasing any left over taste of you. Your cock would have jerked if you weren't spent already. You gave him a once over and caught sight of his dick. He was hard and twitching over his sweats. “You want me to?” You panted, gesturing weakly at his crotch but he shook his head, taking your hand and pulling himself to stand.

“Nah, you can fank me on the bus.” He purred, his voice rasped as hell. You nodded, tucking yourself away when he did, trying to straighten yourselves enough that anyone outside the bathroom wouldn't know just what you'd gotten up to but it was no use. Who cared? Everyone who mattered knew you were together.

“You have the best fantasies.” You praised him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. You leaned over to kiss him gently and he grinned against your lips. You could taste yourself there.

“And you was scared to pull it off.” He teased you back but you both jumped when there was a pounding on the door.

“Yeah, and that's why.” You laughed.

“Fuck ‘em.” He shrugged back, moving to wash his hands and dry them before he nonchalantly unlocked and opened the door. “Sorry, must ‘ave gotten stuck.” He lied smoothly and you had to hide a blush when the worker's gaze met yours. You averted your eyes and walked out past them, joining your lover in the store proper. “I fink an ice cream. I want summat sweet in me mouth.” You knew better, he was planning to eat that sweet treat then blow you again with cold lips. It was something he loved to do until you were hard enough to fuck him. Of course you would, you'd ride him to the rocking of the bus until you reached the next destination. Whatever he wanted he got.

You flicked the light on as the door shut behind you, the quiet click of the lock sounding louder than it should have. The warmth of your apartment greeted you, soft lamplight spilling from the living room, the faint scent of the candle you’d blown out before leaving lingering in the air. 

Joe stepped in slowly, looking around with curiosity but not intrusion, like he didn’t want to crowd the air you lived in. He toed off his boots near the entryway, glancing at you as if to ask permission.

“Good?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you said, slipping out of your heels with a sigh. The relief made you laugh quietly. “I don’t think my feet could’ve lasted another hour.”

He grinned, crouching to line his boots neatly against the wall.

When you straightened, he was already reaching for the lapels of your jacket. “Here, let me.”

You froze for a second, then let him ease the coat from your shoulders. His fingers brushed lightly against your skin in the process, a whisper of contact that sent a hum through you. He didn’t make anything of it, just folded the jacket over his arm and glanced toward the hooks by the door.

“Thanks,” you murmured, hanging it up yourself if only to give your hands something to do.

He looked around again, softer this time. “This place feels like you.”

You blinked. “Is that…a good thing?”

He smiled, tipping his head toward the living room. “Warm. Comfortable.”

You crossed to the kitchen counter, pulling two glasses from the cabinet. “Can I get you something? Wine? Water?”

He leaned against the wall, watching you move like he’d been here before. “Water’s good.”

You grabbed two glasses from the cupboard above the dishwasher and then grabbed the Brita pitcher from the fridge. You filled both, and then handed him a glass. He accepted it, fingers brushing yours deliberately this time. Just a spark, but enough to catch your breath. You turned away, carrying your own glass into the living room.

The flowers he’d brought earlier now sat on the coffee table, their colors catching the lamplight. He noticed them immediately, smiling with something almost shy. His eyes lingered on the stack of books by your armchair, the soft throw blanket half-slid off the couch.

“Definitely you,” he said again, quieter now.

You sank onto the couch, tucking one leg beneath you. “That’s good, I think. I wanted it to feel like me. Not just a space I live in.”

He lowered himself beside you, close enough that your knees brushed, though neither of you moved away. He rested his glass on the table, then leaned back, arm stretching casually along the back of the couch.

The pause that followed wasn’t empty. His eyes lingered on you a beat longer than necessary, the weight of his attention warming your skin more than the lamps ever could.

You sipped your water, trying to steady your pulse. “So. Still glad you asked me out?”

He turned slightly toward you, mouth quirking. “Glad you said yes.”

Joe shifted closer, and you let yourself lean in an inch, shoulder finding the space near his chest.

“Tonight was good,” you said after a moment, voice quieter than you meant it to be.

He tipped his head, eyes warm. “Better than good.”

You smiled into your glass, suddenly too aware of the way your pulse picked up. “Glad you think so.”

“Glad you came,” he countered.

The pause that followed wasn’t awkward. It was stretched thin with something that made the air feel different. He studied you, gaze slipping to your mouth for just a second before returning to your eyes. You felt your breath catch, your body already anticipating a move he hadn’t made yet.

Your hand, restless with nerves, found the line of buttons on his black shirt. You toyed with the lowest one, pretending it was nothing, a playful distraction. 

“This shirt,” you teased softly. “You really dressed for the occasion.”

His mouth quirked. “Was hoping you’d notice.”

You slid your finger over the button, just a light brush, testing. His breath shifted, the tiniest intake, and when your eyes flicked up, he was watching you with that steady kind of focus that made the rest of the room fade.

The first kiss came slow, almost tentative. His lips just barely brushing yours, like he was waiting for you to give him a sign that you wanted more. You leaned in, answering without hesitation. The warmth of his mouth against yours unraveled the last of your nerves, and for a moment it was just that. Soft , grounding, the kind of kiss that felt more like discovery than hunger.

The second kiss was nothing like the first. He caught your mouth fully this time, deeper, surer, as if the careful waiting of the night had finally given way. You sighed into it, fingers clutching at the edge of his shirt. His hand slid from the back of the couch to your waist, firm and warm, tugging you closer.

Your other hand rose, fingertips brushing the open collar, feeling the chain beneath, cool metal against heated skin. He groaned softly at the touch, the sound vibrating between you.

By the time you broke apart, your lips tingled, swollen, your chest rising and falling too quickly. He rested his forehead against yours, smiling faintly, as though he couldn’t quite believe it either.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he murmured.

You laughed quietly, brushing your thumb against the fabric over his chest. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“Patience,” he said, a glint in his eye. “Worth it, though.”

Your smile softened, the heat in your body impossible to ignore.

His hand stayed at your waist after that second kiss, warm and grounding, thumb tracing small circles through the fabric of your dress. The simple motion made your pulse hammer, your skin prickling like it was asking for more.

Your fingers were still tangled in the fabric of his shirt. One button slipped free beneath your touch, and then another. The fabric eased apart, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, the faint dip of muscle, and the glint of the chain you’d only glimpsed earlier. The sight caught you off guard, how casually beautiful he looked undone, the dim lamplight catching on gold and skin.

He noticed where your eyes lingered. His smile was crooked, playful, though his breath had gone uneven. “Curious?”

“Maybe,” you whispered, undoing one more button just to see the way his chest rose under your hand.

Something flickered in his eyes at that, darker now, and his grip at your waist tightened. He shifted, tugging you closer until your thighs brushed. The couch suddenly felt too narrow, too confining. Before you could overthink, you swung a leg over and straddled him, settling into his lap.

His reaction was instant, a sharp inhale, followed by both hands gripping your hips firmly, anchoring you against him. You felt the heat of him through the thin barrier of clothing, your body sparking everywhere you touched.

“You’re making it hard to be patient,” he murmured, voice rougher than before.

“Then don’t be,” you whispered back, surprising yourself with the boldness.

His answering groan vibrated against your mouth as he pulled you into another kiss. It was hotter this time, teeth grazing, lips parting, the kind of kiss that made your whole body ache. His hands roamed freely now, up your sides, down over your hips, settling at the tops of your thighs.

You threaded your fingers into his dark curls, tugging lightly at first, then with more intent. He sighed into your mouth, the sound low and involuntary, his body melting beneath the touch. Encouraged, you scraped your nails gently against his scalp, feeling the way it made him shiver.

He groaned, breaking the kiss only long enough to breathe, “that feels…”

You didn’t let him finish. You tugged, firmer this time, tilting his head back just enough that you could see him. His throat bared, chain glinting in the lamplight, lips parted in surrender. The sight made your stomach twist, a rush of want so sharp you leaned down and kissed him again, slower this time, savoring.

His hands slid lower, cupping the curve of your thighs, squeezing before gliding up to your hips again. He pulled you against him with a low sound, your body fitting perfectly against his.

You swallowed, heat flooding through you. And then you kissed him again, because words didn’t feel big enough to hold what was building between you.

The kiss deepened until you weren’t sure where your breath ended and his began. His hands were everywhere. Palms firm at your waist, thumbs stroking slow lines against your ribs, fingers flexing like he couldn’t quite decide whether to anchor you or pull you even closer.

Your dress shifted with every movement. First one strap slid, then the other, baring the smooth curve of your shoulder. He broke the kiss just long enough to glance down, his gaze catching on the fabric slipping lower. His throat worked once, hard, before he whispered your name.

The way he said it: low, reverent, like he was tasting it, sent a shiver all the way through you.

“Joe…” you breathed, not even sure what you were asking.

His eyes flicked up, searching, even as his hands slid lower. From your waist to your hips, then farther still, cupping you firmly. He squeezed once, fingers pressing into the curve of your body before pulling you flush against him. The sharp contact made you gasp, and his mouth curved in response, equal parts pleased and undone.

The motion dragged your dress down further, the straps barely clinging now. A hint of black lace peeked from beneath, delicate and deliberate, and his eyes darkened immediately.

“Beautiful,” he murmured again, but this time his voice was rougher, unsteady with want.

Your fingers trembled where they clutched at his shirt, the fabric already half unbuttoned, his chest warm beneath your touch. You tugged another button free, needing more, and his chain slipped further into view, glinting against his skin.

“Want me to stop,” he said suddenly, voice quiet but insistent, grounding even as his hands tightened against you.

You shook your head, lips brushing his as you whispered, “No.”

The word seemed to break something in him. He kissed you again, harder, pulling you into him. Your body arched into his, your hands sliding up into his hair, tugging until he groaned into your mouth.

The straps of your dress finally surrendered, falling fully down your arms. The lace beneath was bared to the dim lamplight, teasing at modesty but offering nothing modest in the way his eyes devoured you.

“God,” he muttered, forehead pressed to yours like he needed the anchor. “You’re gonna ruin me.”

“Good,” you whispered back, breathless.

His laugh was low, shaky, against your lips. One hand stayed firm at your hip while the other smoothed up your back, tracing the line of the lace. The couch seemed too small for all the heat building between you, the air heavy with your mingled breaths, the press of your bodies too insistent to ignore.

You caught yourself smiling into the next kiss, half giddy, half desperate, because somehow this felt like the most natural thing in the world. His shirt hung open, the top of your dress had slipped low, and still it wasn’t enough.

And neither of you seemed the least bit interested in stopping.

He kissed you again, rougher now, his hands sliding lower, cupping the curve of your body and squeezing until you gasped against his mouth. He groaned softly, like the sound had been pulled out of him without permission, and pulled you against him harder.

The heat between you spiked. Every shift of your hips, every brush of lace against his chest, left you more undone. His chain glinted in the low light, the cool metal brushing your skin when you pressed closer.

You clung to him, your hands tangled in his curls, tugging until he sighed into your mouth, the sound both desperate and reverent. His hands squeezed again, pulling you tight, rocking you forward until you couldn’t ignore the evidence of how much he wanted you.

The couch groaned beneath you, a reminder of its limits, and you both froze for half a second before laughing breathlessly against each other’s mouths.

“This is…” you started, breaking off with a shaky laugh.

“Not the right place,” he finished, voice ragged.

Before you could say anything more, Joe’s hands shifted. He slid one beneath your thighs, the other steady against your back, and then he was standing, lifting you like it was nothing.

“Joe—” You gasped, clutching at his shoulders, legs tightening instinctively around his waist. “I’m too heavy—”

He only grinned, breathless but steady, the muscles in his arms taut with effortless strength. “Not even close.”

The ease of it, how easily he carried you, and how secure you felt in his arms, made your head spin more than the kissing had. Your laughter broke free, nervous and giddy, and he kissed your temple in answer, as though to ground you.

The hall stretched before you, dim in the glow of a single lamp you’d left on. He carried you down it like he’d done it before, purposeful and unhurried, your heart thundering with every step.

When he nudged your bedroom door open with his foot, the soft light spilling in from the hall caught on the turned down bed, the pillows stacked neatly. Waiting.

He lowered you onto your feet just inside, but not without letting your body slide slow against his. His hands steadied you until you found your balance, though neither of you seemed interested in stepping apart.

“Better?” he asked softly, his forehead resting against yours.

“Better,” you whispered, though your voice trembled with the need still coursing through you.

He kissed you again, quick and hard, before stepping back just enough to look at you. His gaze dropped to the straps fallen low, the lace peeking through, and lingered there with heat that made your knees weaken.

When his fingers reached for the zipper of your dress, you didn’t stop him. He tugged it down slowly, the sound loud in the quiet room, until the fabric slipped from your shoulders, pooling at your feet.

You stood before him in lace and bare skin, breath shallow, his eyes blown wide as he took you in.

And when he reached for the last button of his own shirt, undoing it with steady fingers before shrugging it off, you knew there was no going back.

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, but instead of shrinking, you let it embolden you. You turned and crawled onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your knees. You propped yourself back against the pillows, hair tumbling over your shoulders, and waited.

His hands went to his own shirt, and he shrugged it off, tossing it aside carelessly, the chain at his throat glinting against the warm lines of his chest. The sight of him, broad shoulders and lean muscle, pale skin etched with tattoos, made your breath catch.

He crawled up over you, joining you on the bed. He braced himself with one hand as the other slid along your body. His mouth found yours first, kissing you slow and deep. Then his lips started to wander.

The press of his lips against your jaw sent shivers racing down your spine. He moved to your neck, tracing the line of your throat with soft, lingering kisses that left your skin tingling. You tilted your head back against the pillows, giving him more, and he groaned low in his chest, the sound vibrating against you.

His mouth traveled lower, down to your collarbone, nipping gently before soothing the spot with his tongue. His chain brushed your skin, cool against the heat he left behind, and the contrast made you gasp.

Joe pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting yours as his hand traced the edge of your bra, following the delicate lace. His palm flattened against your stomach, sliding slowly up your ribs, the touch reverent, unhurried.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, as he pulled back to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast.

He leaned back down, kissing along the slope of your shoulders, his hand roaming your body with new confidence. His kisses grew hungrier too. Moving up to your lips again. He was less patient than before, his mouth claiming yours with a need that 

His hand slid down your side, anchoring at your hip as the other reached for his belt. You felt the tug, the quiet rasp of leather sliding through metal. He broke the kiss just long enough to shove his pants down, the fabric pooling somewhere at the edge of the bed. He kicked them away until he was left in just his black boxers, the outline of him impossible to ignore now.

You pulled him back to you instantly, kissing him deeper, your hands tangling in his curls. When your nails scraped along his scalp, he groaned into your mouth, the sound raw and unguarded. His chain brushed your collarbone with every shift, the cool metal against your heated skin making your whole body ache.

“God,” he muttered, voice breaking as you tugged again. “You’re gonna kill me.”

“Not yet,” you whispered, brushing your lips against his.

His answering laugh was low, frayed at the edges, before he shifted, leaning back against your pillows. He rested there with his head tipped slightly, chest rising and falling as though he needed a second to drink you in. One hand extended toward you, coaxing.

“Come here.”

You obeyed, crawling over him on all fours, the lace of your set catching the low light. His eyes went wide as you straddled his lap again, his hands immediately finding your hips, guiding you down until you were settled firmly over him. The heat of him pressed against your core through the thin barrier of fabric, and the contact dragged a sharp gasp from your throat.

You shifted experimentally, rolling your hips against him. The friction was electric, pulling a choked sound from your lips. His grip on your hips tightened, encouraging, as he bit back a groan of his own.

“Yeah,” he murmured, jaw tight as he watched you. “Just like that.”

You moved again, slower this time, savoring the press of him against you. His boxers did nothing to hide how hard he was, and every shift of your hips made it clearer.

His eyes stayed locked on you, pupils wide and dark.

“You’re…fuck–” He broke off, pulling you down for another kiss, desperate and consuming. His tongue slid against yours, his groans muffled against your mouth as you ground down harder.

You pulled back to catch your breath, your forehead pressed to his. “You’re not the only one dying here.”

The sound he made in response was half laugh, half curse, his hands sliding lower, gripping you harder, rocking you against him with a rhythm that had you gasping.

You reached for the waistband of his boxers, fingers trembling, and he helped you, tugging them down just far enough. He groaned low in his chest when you shifted again, this time without barriers, the heat of him pressed right against you.

Joe stilled, his hand sliding up to cup your cheek. His voice was a little raspy. “Wait…protection.”

You nodded quickly.

“Top drawer,” you whispered, tilting your head toward the nightstand.

He reached over without hesitation, fumbling just long enough to find what he needed. The crinkle of foil filled the quiet, then he rolled it on.

You lifted yourself up on your knees and then guided him slowly, inch by inch, sinking down onto him. His fingers hooked into your underwear, pulling them to the side to make room. The stretch drew a gasp from your lips, your hands bracing against his chest as you took him fully. His groan matched yours, deep and raw, his head tipping back against the pillows.

“Fuck,” he muttered, hands tightening on your hips. “That’s it. Just like that.”

You stilled for a moment, letting yourself adjust. His thumbs stroked slow circles at your sides, grounding, patient. When you finally rolled your hips again, his breath caught, and his eyes snapped back to yours.

You began to move, slow at first, rocking against him. Each shift sent sparks shooting through your body, his every groan fueling your own gasps. His hands guided you gently, following your rhythm but never taking it from you. He let you lead, his gaze locked on you like there was nowhere else he could possibly look.

Encouraged, you picked up the pace, bouncing lightly in his lap. His chest rose hard against your palms, the chain at his throat glinting as his head tipped back in bliss.

“God, look at you,” he breathed, eyes glassy with awe. “So fucking beautiful.”

Heat pooled in your stomach at his words, your movements growing bolder. Your hands trailed up his chest, fingers grazing the chain, before sliding into his curls again. He groaned when your nails scraped against his scalp, hips jerking up to meet yours.

Halfway through, his hand slipped behind your back. He found the clasp of your bra and flicked it open with surprising ease. The lace straps slid from your shoulders, joining the growing pile of clothes at the edge of the bed. His eyes widened as he took you in fully, reverence etched across his face.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he said again, though his voice was more worship than complaint.

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your hips in answer. His groan caught, sharp and desperate. He ran his hands up your sides, palms broad and warm, before gripping the lace panties still clinging to your waist. He tugged them up slightly, framing your hips. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping each cheek, causing you to arch your back.

Your pace quickened, hips moving with his now, each thrust building the tension higher. His hands roamed your body with purpose. He touched your back, your hips, your thighs…like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch you the most.

He broke the kiss only to murmur against your skin, words hot and ragged: “So good. Don’t stop.”

You moved harder, chasing the edge that coiled tighter with every shift. His head tipped back against the pillows, throat bared, jaw clenched as he groaned through each roll of your hips. His eyes fluttered shut, then snapped open again, refusing to look anywhere but at you.

The sound of your bodies together filled the room. Breaths, gasps, the faint creak of the mattress. Your release built, sharp and inevitable, until you could hardly breathe.

“Joe–” you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, voice rough and sure. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you harder, faster, urging you over the edge. “Come with me. Right here.”

Your orgasm crashed through you in waves, your body tightening around him, your cry muffled against his shoulder. His own release followed seconds later, a broken groan against your neck as he pulled you flush against him, hips jerking once then twice before stilling.

You clung to each other through it, bodies trembling, breath tangled. The world narrowed to nothing but his heartbeat against your chest and the warmth of his hands still gripping you like he couldn’t let go.

Joe shifted first, adjusting so you weren’t caught awkwardly against him. He rolled just enough to slide you to the side. His arm curled around your back, pulling you into the curve of his body until you were half on the bed, half sprawled over him.

“Comfortable?” he asked, voice low and rough, still carrying the rasp of what you’d just done.

You let out a shaky laugh, pressing your face into his shoulder. “That’s one word for it.”

His chest shook with quiet laughter of his own, the sound easing the tension that lingered in your body. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, unhurried, tender in a way that caught you off guard.

His fingers began to trace slow, idle patterns along your spine. Circles, back and forth lines, random shapes that all made your muscles start to unwind inch by inch. Each stroke was calming, grounding, the intimacy of it leaving you almost dizzier than the sex had.

You rested your hand against his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat slow back down to something closer to normal.

For a while, you stayed like that, the quiet wrapping around you both like a blanket. You could’ve fallen asleep right there, safe and tethered.

Joe was the one to break the silence, his lips brushing your hairline as he spoke. 

“So…” His voice was softer now, careful but certain. “When’s next time?”

The words sank deep, echoing back to the dinner table, to the way he’d promised there would be more. Your chest tightened, but not with nerves. With something else, something warm.

You tilted your head just enough to look up at him, your cheek still pressed against his arm. 

“That depends,” you whispered.

His mouth curved into a faint, tired grin. “On what?”

“On whether you’ll still think I’m worth it when I don’t have a little black dress doing all the work.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, leaning down to kiss you softly, his lips lingering just long enough to remind you of every spark from before. 

“You could show up in sweatpants and I’d still be ruined.”

Your laugh broke the last of the tension, light and unguarded, and he smiled against your skin, pulling you closer until you were flush again. His hand stilled at your back, resting there firmly.

And when your eyes finally drifted closed, it wasn’t with nerves or overthinking, but with the quiet certainty that tonight hadn’t been a one time thing.

•When you first came to base you refused to talk to anyone. It was actually Simon who came up and talked to you, because no one else would.

•He punishes his recruits if he hears himself of him someone else tells him that they’re making fun of you. Simon won’t stop making them run till they throw up or pass out.

•Simon knows you hate when your routine is changed or messed up, so when it is, he tries his best to make it as normal as he can.

•Anytime you see a rock you like, you’ll take it and bring it back to Simon.

“What’s this, Luv?”

You hand him the rock with a smile.

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

He places it with his mini collection of rocks from you. He has them out on his desk in his office, as a reminder of you. He also has two of his absolute favorites in his room.

•You always notice on days where Simon isn’t himself. On those days where he’s easily irritated, you avoid him. Typically, he’ll find you towards the end of the day.

“Hi sweetie, haven’t seen you all day.”

“Saw you were mad, didn’t want to annoy you.”

“You could never annoy me.”

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“So i took my three ideas, and i tried them. When i tested—“

“Dude. You’ve been talking for 45 minutes about the same stupid project. Nobody care.”

You freeze. A pit begins to form in your stomach. You nod. After staying for another twenty minutes, you decide to go outside. You sit on a bench, fighting the tears from falling.

“Hey..” You turn and see Simon.

“I care.” He sits by you. You don’t say anything.

“I’m open to listening, if you’d like to keep talking. I’m interested.” He pauses. “And, i have some ideas on what happened.” He wraps an arm around you.

“Yeah..?”

“Yeah.”

a/n: I hope you enjoyed!!💕💕

Taglist!!: @xoxocelestial @figaaa6 @damonlore @mrwagster

Divider Creds!!: @starrliqhtt

His hands are wrapped around your hips and you know you’re in trouble. You gulp, feeling a shiver run down your spine as you look around the room for Sophia. Too bad. She’s in the corner, hiding from your gaze, secretly plotting to kill the guy touching you. Her posture is elegant, confident, like she’s open to being talked to, but really she doesn’t give a fuck. 

She only cares about you. Her hand clenches against the cold, champagne glass. Sweat forms on her forehead as she orders one of the waiters to reduce the air conditioner’s temperature at the venue. Her eyes lock back onto your figure, glaring holes into that fucking backless dress. Fuck. 

You on the other hand, as scared as you are… Sophia’s too important to go for you. You’re just another person who works under her, just another who she occasionally calls into her office to make sure you don’t walk for a week after you get her coffee order wrong. I’m not even her personal assistant!

Yet, something tells you she’s watching. She’s always watching. You shift away from the man who thinks you’re his date, because truly you couldn’t care less about meesho’s newest 46% estimated IPO. What you care about is getting yourself some liquor to survive the rest of this night with your coworkers since your friends decided to dip at the last minute, taking a rain check. 

You adjust the straps of your silver dress, reflecting against the dark surfaces, another shot pouring down your throat when all of a sudden, all the lights cut off. You think you’re hallucinating for a second when everyone gasps, looking around helplessly. The ticking of a clock cuts through the silence. Everyone’s still just as baffled, but you feel a figure moving in the dark, stalking its prey like a panther. Brown eyes that haunt you everyday at work. A host appears from the dark, brightening up the stage as he welcomes everyone to the party. 

Everyone sighs in relief, but not you. Someone’s behind you, someone’s touching yo- “You’re mine.” Your knees almost buckle at the sound of her voice right next to your ear. It’s hard to hold a moan in with the way her hand’s slowly trailing the slit up your thigh, the warmth of her front against your bare back. Her teeth slowly sink into the shell of your ear and you close your eyes, praying to god no one sees you in the position you’re in with your boss. 

“Sophi-” You try to speak up but her hand covers your mouth, gently pressing against it as her other palm presses flat against your inner thighs. You gasp, almost thankful her hand muffled it. Her fingers slowly lift your underwear, curling, gathering your wetness and you whimper into her hand. Your eyes open, barely, as you look around to see if anyone’s watching, but everyone’s concentrating on the host, which is good because god you’re in the most revealing position ever. 

Where is your “date”? Who the fuck cares. Sophia’s finger gathers more of your wetness then rubs it all over your clit and you moan, throwing your head back into her shoulder. “Fuck…” she whispers into your ear. “You’re coming with me.” Sophia withdraws her finger from your underwear, but keeps her hand against your thigh. Her hand moves from your mouth to tracing shapes on your neck as you gather your composure. 

“But what about this game the host is explaining for all of us?” Like you cared what he’s saying. You hadn’t heard a word till now. Her hand cups your throat, applying pressure so fucking well. Just how you like it. “Why do you think I arranged the game?” She smirks, tightening her hand. “So, here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to come with me to my penthouse upstairs, and then later when you go home with your date in his car, you’re going to be doing it with your pussy full of my cum, and your neck full of my hickeys.” 

Your vision goes dizzy as your mouth falls open in a quiet gasp. She was watching. She presses into you and you feel the length of her strap and oh, god. Your knee fucking buckles. In public. And she enjoys it. Only giving you a chuckle. Her hand unwraps from your neck, whispering, “So, do I have your consent?” She wore it in public, she knew you wouldn’t deny her. 

“Sophia,” You say flabbergasted at her asking for consent after she basically made you lose your shit in public. “I need to hear you say it, princess.” Oh my fucking god, Laforteza. “Yes, yes, fuck yes.” And she snickers, to which you roll your eyes, and she gives you the look, making you immediately put your hands up in your defense. 

“You’re fucked.” She whispers, kissing your lips a little too sweetly. “Oh, I know. Can’t wait.” She shakes her head at you, before picking you up bridal style, making everyone around you both stare in shock. That was their boss taking you out… interesting. The gossip would never die. 

As you both enter the elevator, the atmosphere is thick. Sophia’s hand is flexing, she’s physically unable to keep her gaze away from you. She can’t touch you. Not yet. But fuck, that dress. “Who did you wear that for?” She bites her lip. “Oh, my boyfriend.” Lie. You don’t have one. But Sophia doesn’t need to know that. You see the way her eyes darken, and fuck, you just made this better for yourself. She was ready to pounce, but right then, the lift pings. Someone else walks in, a rando trying to locate their way to the office party. Sophia’s eye is twitching. 

They get down on the next floor. Who the fuck takes the elevator for the next floor? Okay. They got off. Thirty five more floo- “Get on your knees.” In the elevator? What the fuck. You’re too scared to disobey, so you decide to tease instead. You get on your knees, your hand lifting to trace her slit through her pants. She’s soaked. You can feel her getting more impatient the second your fingers brush against it. 

You run your hand over it and Sophia groans. “You don’t have a boyfriend do you?” You shrug, and she growls. “It better not be him.” You don’t reply, only give her clit a cute little kiss before getting back up, and god you see the way she loses it. The way her veins pop as she grabs onto the railing. The elevator doors open, it’s her floor. Oops. You’re done for. 

You walk out first, only to get the hardest smack to your ass to the point where you stumble forward, gasping. “Get in.” Sophia growls, and you bite your lip, blowing her a kiss as you reach down to undo your heels. Sophia sits down on the sofa, watching you. “Over my knee. Now.” Fuck. Your teeth dig into your lip even further. You do as she says, bending over her knees, and fuck that dress. It’s making her drool. 

Noted. Another hit. You moan. Fuck. “Tell me he’s not your boyfriend.” Sophia orders, but you only brat out further. Another hit, she’s hot when she’s jealous. “Tell. Me.” Nope, you stick your tongue out at her. And Oh, you’re done for. She throws you over her shoulders, making you gasp as she carries you to the bedroom. She throws you on the bed, not letting you adjust before your legs are over her shoulder, panties thrown somewhere. “You’re mine, fucking mine. Mine.” Sophia growls, tongue deep inside, suctioning and rubbing. 

“Oh, Oh fuck. Fuck. Sophia—Stop it, fuck!” You cry out. You’re soaked. She looks up at you to see if you mean it, you give her a nod of reassurance that you’re fine. Your hands are tugging at her hair, only edging her on further. She doesn’t care who hears you, there’s a reason why she arranged a party. She spells out mine with her tongue, diving right back in. She’s obsessed. You tasted so good, so familiar, she couldn’t focus. Moans left her mouth as she made sure your legs shook. “Baby, please. Oh good god, baby—” Sophia didn’t pay mind to your pleas. She couldn’t stop herself. 

Your legs began to twitch, your first orgasm washing over you as she laps the cum right up, swallowing without hesitation. You moan even louder. “Baby— fuck, I came, stop now, c’mon.” You try to close your thighs, but she pushes them right back. “Cum again. I want you to cum all over my sheets. Ruin them the way you’ve ruined me.” You’ve ruined her. Fuck. A cry escapes your lips at the thought of her wanting you so desperately. Another orgasm. She doesn’t stop. 

“So fucking good, so addicted to this pussy. My personal kryptonite.” You whine at Sophia’s words. “Sophia! Soph- Sophia, fuck. I’m—” Sophia inserts two fingers, and you come apart instantly on them. She smirks. Her fingers pull out, watching your cum drip out, before gathering them up and pushing it right back in, and you gasp knowing what’s about to come—

She dives right back in. You scream out her name, begging for her to keep going as you tug at her hair, legs shaking. Your eyes are closed, forehead so sweaty. “Sophia.. I’m— y-” You’re cut off by a loud whine as you cum on her face. She pulls away finally, laying your legs down, wiping your cum off her face and god, you need her so fucking bad. You’re panting, your dress sticking onto you from all that sweat. 

“Fuck, ba—” She shushes you, flipping you onto your stomach. Her teeth reach up, undoing the zipper, making sure her hands are all over you. Stupid backless dress, god that’s hers. Hers only. “I’m far from done.” 

“I know.” That’s hot. Sophia kisses up your back, leaving hickeys all over it till you’re a sensitive mess. Your brain’s barely functioning. She leaves for a moment, then returns with a mysterious object. “Wha-” 

“It’s a spreader.” She says, smirking, as you turn back to see it properly. Your eyes widen, as she fastens the cuffs around your legs. “Careful,” She says, grabbing the bar, spreading it. You gasp, trying to squirm, but she shushes you. “The more you squirm,” She says, looking at you, “The more it spreads.” She’s crazy. That’s not true. You squirm again, and fuck it spreads open further. Sophia loosens the blazer, undoing her pants and off come the panties. She’s wearing a big one. She crawls over you. 

No foreplay, no warnings, she thrusts the whole thing in. Good lord. “Is this what you wanted? Wearing that dress to my fucking party.” You’re too busy crying out curses. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Only I get to slut you out. My slut. My fucking cock hungry whore. God, do you know how bad that dress had me drooling?” You can’t believe your boss is talking to you like this. You don’t care anymore. 

“Sophia, please.” She scoffs. “It’s mommy to you, slut.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she hits that exact spot that’s been begging to be touched. “Mommy, fuck, please… remind me who I belong to. Remind me,” Sophia growls at your words, hands wrapping around your throat, reminding you of your safe word, only turning you on further. 

“I’m gonna make sure you feel it through the next week and never try to go out with another man again. Mine.” Sophia’s losing her shit. She’s more obsessed than she thought. She picks you up, her strap on slipping out, you letting out a whine, which doesn’t last long as you’re pinned against her glass doors to her balcony. Your breasts shiver against the cold glass. She presses you into it, fucking you for everyone to see. You’re hers. “My cumslut. My cumdump, you’re going to be full of me.” She’s covering your neck with hickeys, and you’re so, so dazed, moaning uncontrollably while the party music from downstairs is getting louder.

“Mommy please, please cum inside me. I need to be bred, I crave it.” You whine out and oh, she delivers. The strap rubs against her clit, making her just as messy, her thrusts get sloppier until she finally comes apart, mixing her cum with yours, dripping all over you. Her hand reaches front, toying with your nipple as she busts another load into you. “Take it. Do you like it when I become a mess for you? Covering you with my cum?” 

You rest your forehead against the glass, moaning and begging for more as you cum one last time. Only then does Sophia rest, her strap on slips out of you, pressing her body against yours as she kisses up your neck. 

“So—” 

“Shut up,” You giggle, panting out. 

“Mine.”

you pushed the apartment door open with a sigh, holding it open for your roommate, daniela. you guys had been out all night with the rest of your friend group. you were exhausted to say the least. 

you wore a black mini dress that dani couldn’t keep her eyes off. dani was clearly infatuated with you, you were just oblivious. you kicked off your heels by the door and walked to the kitchen. 

you grabbed a snack, practically shoving it in your mouth. “i’m fucking starving.” you mumble, food still in your mouth. dani chuckled, grabbing you a cup of water and sliding it down the counter and to you. you took a few sips before setting it back down. 

“i’m gonna go to bed.” you smiled, giving daniela a kiss to the cheek. she felt the blush on her face creep up. she blushed like this every time you did that. but dani knew she wasn’t special, you did that with everyone. 

you both said goodnight before parting ways and going into your own rooms. dani was able to fall asleep quickly, you stayed up journaling and watching movies as you sobered up, no longer feeling as tired. 

yes, you still had a diary and you were far from embarrassed. you loved it and it was a good way to end the night. but it felt like all you ever wrote about was dani now. she was so sweet to you, she did everything for you. 

you hated the way it made you feel and the butterflies you got when she’d compliment you. you were annoyed with yourself but nonetheless continued to write about your roommate. she stayed close to you tonight and you liked it, you feared the feelings you had for her were growing stronger. 

what felt like only 30 minutes later, daniela woke up from a dream. a wet dream. about you. she groaned, running her hands over her face. she wished this feeling would just go away. 

dani tossed and turned as she tried to fall back asleep, completely failing. she couldn’t stop thinking about the dream. couldn’t stop thinking about you. assuming you were asleep, she pulled down her blanket and then her boxers, letting out a relieved sigh as it sprung free. 

she could see it was already leaking, letting her thumb graze her sensitive tip. dani teased herself a bit before spitting on her hand and slowly stroking her cock. she started off slow and then faster, switching back and forth between the two. 

all she could think about was you, the dress you wore, the way your tits spilled out of it. her eyes fluttered shut as she began thrusting into her hand, trying her best to stay quiet, to not wake you. 

you heard a creak outside your door, your eyebrows furrowing as you stood up from your bed. you opened your door slowly, looking down the hallway and then across where dani’s room was. you walked a couple feet forward, your hand gripping the door knob and opening the door as quiet as possible, in case she was asleep. 

your eyes widened at the sight, immediately closing the door. but not all the way. you left a crack so you could watch. she was whimpering your name as she touched herself. you blinked repeatedly, convincing yourself it was a dream. once you realized it wasn’t, you gulped, opening the door a little more so you can get a better view. 

she didn’t notice you for a bit until she finally opened her eyes, them immediately going to you. daniela immediately grabbed her blanket as she jumped up. “shh, no, no…” you walked into her room fully, only inches away from her bed. 

“don’t be shy.” you whispered, crawling onto her bed now. “i’m so sorry, it’s not-“ before she could finish her sentence you kissed her, not for long but just long enough for her to get the hint. 

dani accidentally let the blanket slip, your eyes moving to her cock. you licked your lips, watching it leak pre cum. “let me take care of this for you.” you pouted, slowly sinking between her thighs. 

“o-okay…” she hesitated, feeling like this was some sick joke until she felt your warm mouth wrap around her. you felt dizzy, it was surreal. pathetically, you’ve dreamt about this. multiple times. 

you took half her cock, dani’s hips bucking unintentionally. “yeah, y/n… fuck…” she moaned, her hand gripping your hair gently to keep you in place. daniela couldn’t keep her eyes off of you, just like you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. 

you placed your hands on her thighs as you moved your head up and down, gagging once she finally hit the back of your throat. you let one of your hands move to her balls, massaging gently as you went back up to suck on her tip. 

“y/n, please don’t stop.” dani begged, her eyes furrowed with pleasure. you pulled back for a moment to spit on her tip, making a slurping sound as you began sucking again. you nodded in response to her, letting your tongue drag up and down her cock. 

it didn’t take long for her to cum, her grip on your hair tightening as spurts of her cum went down your throat. you let it overfill your mouth, most of it dripping down your chin. you swallowed what you could, licking your lips after. 

“c’mere.” dani motioned, watching you crawl up her body. she grabbed your face immediately, connecting your lips again. it wasn’t slow or gentle, it was fast paced and needy. 

daniela’s hand slid down your body and into your pajama shorts, discovering you had no panties on. “naughty girl.” she chuckled, making you blush. your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, giving a small shrug. “maybe i did it in hopes we’d end up like this.” 

she hummed before kissing you again, beginning to rub your clit slowly. you were soaked, just from sucking her off. dani let her finger tease your slit, moving up and down. your arousal dripped down her finger and then her hand, making her groan. 

“god, dani, please.” you pleaded, your lips brushing against hers. she didn’t hesitate sliding her fingers deep inside of you, curling them repeatedly but slowly. “you’re so tight, baby.” she whispered, biting your lip gently. 

you began moving back and forth, your hands on either side of her head on the pillow below her. “yeah, right there, dani.” you whined, your eyebrows furrowing as your buried your face into her neck. 

“yeah? does that feel good?” she whispered in your ear before biting your earlobe gently, now trailing kisses down your jaw. you nod quickly in response, throwing your head back as you let out a loud moan, not caring which neighbor hears. 

daniela let her other hand move under your shirt. she pulled your bra down, pinching your nipples gently. you groaned, one of your hands gripping her wrist as you move your hands faster. 

“such a needy thing.” dani teased, licking her lips at the sight of you. her fingers moved faster, your pussy clenching around them as you felt your orgasm grow. your hand loosened on her wrist, allowing her to slide that one past your sleep shorts as well. 

she rubbed your clit at a faster pace, pushing her fingers deeper inside at the same time. “i know you’re close, y/n.” 

you nodded quickly, your mouth now agape as your hips stutter. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cry out as you cum all over her fingers, your chest heaving. your vision went blurry for a second as she continued moving her fingers at the same pace, dragging out your orgasm. 

“you did so good princess. you don’t know how long i’ve been thinking about this.” dani whimpered in your ear, her fingers slowing down but continuing. you whimpered as you grew overstimulated. 

“m-me too, dani.” you hummed, your hands going to her shoulders as you leaned down to kiss her again. daniela finally removed her fingers, pulling back from the kiss to stick them in your mouth. you sucked without hesitation, your hands moving down her chest. 

When your phone chimed and a picture message came through of your lover standing in an elevator with all his luggage you knew it was time to get ready. Your stomach flipped with nerves and excitement. You started shaking so much you dropped your cell to the floor. You rushed to pick it up and click ‘like’ so he knew you saw it. You weren't supposed to reply more than that though. Your clothes were quick to fly off, you thought to fold them but you knew you didn't have time and maybe you wanted something to be in trouble over. He loved to punish and you adored taking it. When you heard footsteps heavy down the hall you nearly tripped in your haste to lay ass up over the edge of the bed, your feet spread on the carpet below. You couldn't see the door but he'd be able to see you first thing when he entered. You hoped it wasn't the only thing he entered that night.

The rattle of the door handle pushed your nerves to eleven, your stomach was invaded by death moths you swore and you felt your inner walls clench around nothing but anticipation. Your toes curled. Saliva pooled at your lips, ready to stain the blanket beneath you. You made a mental note to leave an extra big tip, you planned to make a mess of the sheets.

The door creaked open and you curled your fingers against your palms, your nails digging in and making little half moons in your skin. It wasn't the only mark you hoped to have before the night was over. He didn't talk but you knew he saw you. The cool air from the hallway rushed into the room and chilled your ass but he waited a few beats to close it. Another set of footsteps sounded close and you knew he was teasing you. Acting like he'd let you be seen by someone else but you knew better. For all his free love talk when it came to you he was different. You were his and his alone.

You didn't speak, even when the steps drew near you didn't let out a sound. He closed the door right at the last moment and as badly as you wanted his touch he took his sweet time. The luggage was dropped in the closet, he used the restroom and washed his hands, splashed his face. He took his shoes off and slowly removed his clothes. You could tell everything he did by the sound, each random thing he paid attention to that wasn't you just upped the anxiety. The excitement. They were one and the same really, at least when you had missed him so much.

Finally you caught him out of the corner of your eye and you knew he stood there on purpose. He took his clothes off one item at a time and set them aside slowly, even bending to pick up what you discarded and that was the first time he made a noise. He huffed at you and you could see him roll his eyes. He might have been able to fake a calm exterior but when his track pants slid down his cock sprung free and that betrayed how he really felt. He was straining hard, his foreskin pulled back exposing his shiny pink tip, precum pearling in the slit. More than anything you needed him inside you but you knew it wouldn't happen soon. He'd been away from you too long. You were just glad your book tour overlapped his music tour finally and you could steal a weekend away together.

“Wha’ a pretty little picture ya make. Ya know I could see ‘ow wet you are from the bloody door. Ya woulda been ‘appy wiv anyone seeing yas. Whore.” His accent was thick and your need was thicker, it felt like it was choking you when he called you names. It was a pet name between you really. Just like the spankings you'd get were love taps. “Wha the fuck am I gonna do wiv yas?” He growled and you felt him finally standing behind you. You knew better than to answer, it was all his choice. Every step of the way.

Author's Note: oops, evil cliffhanger 😬 it's hard to fit everything in when doing drabbles and I hope you enjoy the....

D: Wish ya were here, love.

Y: Where are you?

D: 'Otel elevata, it's all mirrored on one wall and the ceilin', mental lookin'

D: Made me fink of ya

Y: Oh? How come?

D: 😈

Y: Something naughty then?

D: Ya know me 😏

Y: The bed is so empty without you.

D: Are ya there right now?

Y: Yeah...

D: Wut're ya doin?

Y: Something naughty.

D: Oh? Wanna tell me about it?

Y: Maybe...

D: Please, love? I miss ya and ya know how much I fookin hate 'otels.

Y: Tell me what naughty thoughts you were thinking and maybe I will.

D: I'm finkin about how much fun it would be ta fuck ya in here.

Y: I knew it! Naughty. Naughty.

D: Yer turn.

Y: Well, I'm just laying here.

Y: In our bed.

Y: Naked.

D: Fuck, really?

Y: Yup. I'm thinking about how much I miss you.

D: Oh?

Y: And touching myself.

D: Fuck, love.

Y: Your turn again.

D: Tease.

Y: Says you.

D: Fair nuff, love.

Y: Tell me how you'd fuck me in that elevator.

D: As soon as the elevata doors closed I'd drop me bags and push ya up against the mirrored wall and kiss ya till ya forgot how yer own name.

Y: Mmmm. I love it when you do that.

D: Then I'd push ya into the corner up on the railin' and.... get ta railin' 😉

Y: 🤦🏻‍♀️

D: Oh, come on, love, that was funny

Y: No. It wasn't.

D: Yer no fun.

Y: Well, in that case, I should put my clothes back on...

D: No. No. No. Don't do that.

Y: Mmhmm, that's what I thought.

D: Where was I?

D: Oh yeah.

D: Gettin' ready ta fuck yer brains out.

Y: Yes, please 🙏🏻 🤤

D: I love it when ya beg fer me, but we wouldn't have time fer that in the elevata.

D: I'd pull me cock out and flip yer skirt up.

Y: Who said anything about me wearing a skirt, especially one with no shorts?

D: No panties either 😈

Y: Seriously?

D: Ya wanted me fantasy, deal with it 😝

Y: You're ridiculous. It's lucky you're so cute.

D: Oh, please. Yer obsessed with me.

Y: I think that's the pot calling the kettle black.

D: Don't mean I'm wrong.

Y: Anyways, ridiculous notion of me wearing a skirt with no panties and no shorts, go on.

D: Once I had ya squeezin me, I'd grab that perfect arse of yers and move ya to the center of the mirror wall so we could fog it up.

D: No rail on this wall, so I'd be pressin' ya against it and holdin' ya up.

Y: Fuck.

Y: I can practically feel your fingers bruising my ass.

Y: It is so fucking sexy that you can hold me up and fuck me at the same time with or without a wall.

D: I work out.

Y: I know that, dumbass.

Y: I'm never gonna cum if you keep joking around you know.

D: Oh, well in that case.

Incoming Call From: Domino 🖤

It all started with a wink and an oral fixation. You rarely went home with someone you just met but this was a new low (high?) for you. You'd seen the guy outside your favorite bookstore, he'd been standing across the way in front of a punk clothing store. BRAT? How apt a name. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with a mouth cupid would kill for and a sultry playful expression you couldn't ignore. Part of you wondered if he stepped right out of one of your books. He was certainly written by a woman.

“‘Ello love.” He said with a smirk as you walked across the street. You were drawn to him. You never went that way after buying new novels but you ignored the late afternoon traffic to cross to him. “Find wha’ you was looking for?” Up close his lips were even more gorgeous and his jade eyes felt overwhelming. Did people like him really exist?

“I think so.” Your voice was soft when you replied but his grin turned even more genuine. You didn't really know how to flirt but you didn't think you had to. There was something about his aura that said it was a sure thing, he was just waiting for you to say yes.

“Been in me store?” He asked when you didn't open your mouth again. You were too busy staring. Did he own it? Was he a god on earth? A celebrity?

“Do you match the name?” You teased, surprised at your own boldness but he just laughed.

“Do you?” He returned the question, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. The press of warmth sent a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. He had to be magic. Fae? Succubus? Maybe you read too much but you were sure men like that didn't just appear out of nowhere and seemingly offer to hook up with strangers. Right? You knew a fairy trap when you saw one but you'd serve the king for a night with this man. Whatever it took. You almost felt lightheaded, you never felt for a man like this before.

“For the right man.” You felt your cheeks heat and your stomach flip. His gaze could melt ice but it was that damn mouth that had you most distracted. Between his teeth he held a toothpick and you'd never wanted to be a piece of wood so badly. But even more so you wanted his wood between your lips. You wouldn't use teeth unless he asked.

“Come wiv me?” It felt like an offer and a promise. Something he could definitely make you do.

You should probably have had second thoughts or even a first one but your mind felt empty as he pulled you along gently through the front doors of his store. Through the wild animal print and neon covered room and back through the storage into a stairwell and up to his office. You felt like Alice in Wonderland. His mouth was certainly big enough to be the Cheshire Cat. You didn't want to be her though, you wanted to be the little cake that read ‘eat me’ in bold letters. As if he read your mind he closed the door behind you and pushed you up against it, his hands wandering down your hips until he could grope handfuls of your ass and lift you. Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and you dropped your bag of books when his lips met yours. Fantasy or not you knew you were in over your head and you wanted to be buried alive by pleasure.

His plea and eyes are the reason you were now thirty feet in the air in metal machinery with your eyes squeezed shut, stomach doing somersaults, screaming your lungs out whilst your boyfriend is laughing cheerfully beside you with his arms up.

"Woo hoo!!!"

Doe eyes!Michael Who always made it extremely difficult to stay mad at him.

"Minnie?” He pokes your side as you continue to ignore him on the bed, resting on your stomach kicking your feet behind you whilst your manicured fingers flip through the magazine.

"Baby cmon? i’m really sorry. I truly didn’t mean to forget about our date."

Earlier that day, Michael had promised to take you out to a new restaurant which had just opened. You were very excited since it’s been a while since the two of you had done something romantic, so you spent the whole entire day pampering yourself. He said he’d come home and pick you up around 8, but when it started to approach 9pm and you had heard zero whereabouts from him, you kicked your heels off and went back upstairs.

"Please my love? i swear i completely lost track of time, y’know how much of a perfectionist Quincy is when it comes to recording. He had me recording the same song like twenty times!"

Seeing that you’re still giving him silent treatment, he groans painfully as if it’s physically killing him.

"Honey c’mon you don’t even have to speak t’me just one look?" He pleads getting on his own stomach beside you, rested on his forearms as he lowers his head trying to meet your eyes that are glued to the words of your magazine.

"Please?"

don’t give in. don’t give in.

Your eyes betray you as they flicker to his. You're ready to cuss him out, but the words catch in your throat when you meet his gaze. His brown, almond-shaped eyes are fixed on yours with quiet patience, their softened edges unable to hide the desperation and guilt behind them.

Your heart hammers against your chest seeing the sight along with his eyebrows that are drooped in sadness. And you can’t take it anymore, it was like he had casted a spell on you because each time you saw those eyes you could never stay angry. You sigh closing your eyes feeling the last of your resolve vanish.

The sound of your sigh makes his eyes melt more in hope as he grabs your knuckles kissing them. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry."

"Fine i forgive you."

Doe eyes!Michael Who loves to spoil you rotten despite you always begging him not to.

“Michael I have enough jewellery to last me a lifetime."

Your protest goes in from one ear and then immediately out the other as he holds up the new collection gold Cartier necklace against your neck with matching earrings in his other hand against your ear "Stay still baby."

"Mike—"

"This looks perfect against your skin my love, look at the way it compliments you" He continues to ignore your protests as he turns you to face the small mirror in the jewellery section.

You trail your eyes to the pieces of jewellery that he's holding up and your eyes widen seeing that they do in fact look incredible against you.

"Well...i mean they are pretty, but—"

"Excuse me sir? I'd like to purchase these two."

Your eyes widen turning to him but he's already pulling his card out.

"Michael!? No this is way too much."

He gives you that look, again. Wide eyed with hope, quietly pleading. The same look that drives you insane, the same look that's talked you into literally everything. "Please honey? You deserve the world."

You flicker your eyes to the jewellery that is being wrapped up and then back to his handsome face that looks so happy and excited at the fact that he gets to spoil his girl for the millionth time, your heart squeezes at the sight—you really were a lucky girl.

You cave in without hesitation "Okay."

Doe eyes!Michael Who knew exactly what he was doing and exactly how his eyes affected you. But he will always pretend to be clueless.

Affection was his absolute favourite to abuse.

"Mike—" kiss "I'm gonna—" kiss "be—" kiss "Late!" you giggle managing to dodge the last kiss as he whines.

"You're cruel."

You gasp dramatically "Oh im cruel? Our mouths are practically like magnets! And you know exactly what you're doing when you look at me like that."

"Like what?" He replies with mock innocence as he continues to look at you with his wide eyes.

You roll your own playfully "Like you already know i'm gonna give in." Your body leans into his lips proving your point, he smiles into it pulling you closer by your waist.

"Okay enough, i have to go to work now."

"One more?"

"Michael!"

(you still give in!)

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