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you could do it. you were much younger than jimmy — not even thirty yet! your car was also much better than jimmy’s unreliable yellow esteem—

the door creaked open and you whirled around to see him. tall, dark, and glowing orange from neck to foot, he wasn’t what you were expecting. hearing cartel you expected much more gruff and much older. the grey streak in his hair right where it met his forehead confused you, but he was… breathtaking, really.

his dark eyes, catching brown only in the light, narrowed when they spotted you, but he held his tongue. he was interested. you saw that in the way he cocked his head.

“call for me when you’re ready. i’m around the corner.” the guard spoke before you could. you thanked him as he locked the door, waiting for his footsteps to fade down the hallway.

lalo rounded the table and sat across from you. his face stretched into a wide, sincere grin. he squinted at you, analyzing your face, almost knowingly.

“i take it you’re not really my legal team?” he asked. his voice was smooth. completely careless, like he wasn’t cuffed and chained at his wrists and ankles. when you refused to even blink, he whistled long and loud. “eres un chiquita loca, eh?”

the little spanish you took in high school helped and you grimaced halfheartedly. “mr. de guzman,” you finally spoke, clearing your throat and trying to square your shoulders, “i’m here on behalf of saul goodman. i have some follow-up questions regarding the instructions you gave him.”

“ah, ahora lo entiendo.” lalo laughed. “it runs in the family, yes? i knew you looked familiar.” the man leaned over the edge of the table, smirking at the way you pulled back. “sister. younger, i presume?”

you weren’t sure if he was implying that you looked like jimmy in an offensive or observational way, but you provided little reaction. “listen, saul told me that he’s going to get your bail money, but i have some… reservations.”

“lay them on me, princesa.” lalo said. you swore you saw the slightest crack in his grin.

“i don’t know if you’ve seen his car, but surely you know he won’t make it all the way down to the border. may i offer myself to get it instead?”

“may you ‘offer’ yourself,” lalo repeated with a laugh. this one sounded more strained than the previous ones. his eyes dragged shamelessly down what he could see of you. “as much as i’d love that, i can’t allow it. and since your brother can’t keep his mouth shut, consider this his punishment.”

“he didn’t tell me anything besides that.” you lied as confidently as you could. you tried to keep eye contact with him while you drove your stern words into him, hoping it would make him believe you. “i just… think you would prefer it if saul stayed close. just in case something happened in that time.”

lalo tilted his head curiously. his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “are you counting on that, princesa? you seem to really be looking out for me here. even more than your brother.”

an accusation hung in the air and he allowed it to make you squirm for a while. he huffed out the softest laugh. “you.” he slumped back into the metal chair, pointing a long finger at you. “eres adorable. tell you what, when your brother comes back with my money, i’ll give him a little scolding for keeping you from me for so long. you’ve got more balls than he does.”

that actually made you smile. but not for long. he was charming, you had to give it to him. boldly so, but he definitely had the looks to compensate for it. for just a second, you wondered what his voice sounded like when it was low and in his throat, that smooth accent of his in your ear.

those big hands of his clamped around your jaw to keep you from looking away.

“um,” you forced yourself to look away, realizing you’d been staring at those hands in question for too long, “i just… want to make sure you get out of that jumpsuit as quickly as possible. i’m sure you’d like that too, right?”

lalo’s eyebrows rose. you quickly realized his double-edged your words were. “i sure would.” he purred suggestively. “when i get outta here, let’s make sure you know about it. don’t worry that pretty little head of yours.”

something about his words held weight and you shifted in your seat. the growing heat between your legs was undeniable and you hated yourself for it. you came here to negotiate on your brother’s behalf and not only did you make no difference but you very likely piqued his client’s interest.

——

jimmy returned days later, battered and bruised, with two duffel bags filled with seven million dollars and change. you’d been worried sick during his absence, and your nerves were not quite settled when he reappeared.

his story just didn’t make sense to you. jimmy was the resourceful type, sure. he made do with what little he had, even if he just barely survived. but out in the middle of nowhere, his car abandoned how many miles back? something about it refused to add up.

he looked different, too. you could see it in his eyes when you stopped by kim’s with some stuff for him.

you failed to tell him about your visit with lalo and how you regretted not taking his place. that would be for another time, if lalo or you chose to bring it up.

you stayed away from him during jimmy’s leave, too. you wondered if he questioned your brother’s story as much as you did. if he did, you wouldn’t know. he was gone with the wind now.

or so you assumed, following jimmy’s relief. but you discovered firsthand that he was still very much around when he showed up in your kitchen in the middle of the night, meeting you during your tired trek for a bowl of late night cereal. you saw him before you could flick on the lights and you screamed, falling back against the counter.

squinting, you were able to make out the shape of him. his silhouette was a little different in his plain clothes, but it was unmistakable. then, your eyes focused on the gun in his hand. the metal caught the moonlight and glinted.

the air left your lungs and you showed your hands, worried that lalo might take your frightened stance as an attempt to grab a weapon of your own. “lalo,” you breathed his name, “is that necessary?”

“you tell me, princesa.” you could hear the grin in his voice. he wasn’t in the lightest mood, though. “see, i just came from your brother’s — well, seemed more like his wife’s place. that woman…” he scoffed, shaking his head.

“you saw ji—saul?” you asked. lalo hummed in conformation. “i don’t understand, he got you out. you seem…upset.”

upset was an understatement. when he stepped into the veil of moonlight offered by the dining room window, you could see how different his eyes were. it was subtle in the dark, but they were definitely angry.

lalo’s lips spread into a thin smile. “you wouldn’t lie to me, would you, princesa?” he asked sweetly, like a man in love doting on what’s his. you looked at him curiously, wondering what he meant. “you’re not very good at it anyway. you know i would know, right?”

“lalo—”

“because, see…” he cut you off, deliberately waving the barrel of his gun around in your face. he was so close to you now, having rounded the island. you wondered what a shot from that distance would do to you. “i just came from your brother’s place, just trying to put the picture of everything together, and i believe he’s not telling me something. something really important.”

he noted your genuine bewilderment and he almost ended it there, but something about the way the hem of your oversized t-shirt raised over your hips with your arms in the air made him decide against it. your eyes remained locked with his as he spoke, the tremble in your body only caused by the piece in your face. even sleepy, you weren’t caught off guard by his interrogation. only confused.

he knew that act. playing dumb. this wasn’t it.

“is that why you came here?” you asked. your words were carefully chosen so not to ruffle his feathers on accident. you figured you wouldn’t anyways because somehow he seemed much calmer now. “to ask about my brother?”

“escúchame.” lalo’s voice dropped suddenly. the space between you continued to dissipate as he stepped closer. “i’m going to trust that you’re not making a fool out of me. but if i find out that you and your brother are running circles around me… i will be back.”

you nodded, somehow finding the threat… promising. in some twisted way. that man’s voice could make the viciously intricate description of a medieval execution sound erotic. the way he was eyeing you wasn’t helping, either.

there was a long beat where nobody spoke. your eyes did most of the talking, really. searching his, you found a glaring spark of hunger. of need. you were sure yours said the same when you let your gaze trail down his body, stopping at the gun he still had poised towards you.

something sick in your body stirred and your face burned. quickly wetting your lips with your tongue, you finally broke that silence. “you know, i’m a little disappointed you only came to see me to ask about my brother.”

lalo’s firm set lips steadily stretched into a grin as he closed the gap between you. he didn’t kiss you. yet. his fine leather shoe planted between your bare feet and his free hand reached up to caress your jaw. “that so?” he asked.

that hollow barrel then pressed at your cheekbone when lalo finally pulled you into a deep kiss. your shaky hands grabbed his arms for balance as you melted into it. he wasn’t gentle nor guiding. his tongue pushed past your teeth and he had you pinned against the counter in a blink. you let him go to grab the marble that was digging into your back. lalo nudged his leg in between yours, grinning against your lips when a gasp suddenly caught in your throat.

“what’s the matter, princesa?” lalo asked so condescendingly it made your throat tense with embarrassment. he felt your hips gently buck into his. your eyelids fluttered at the feeling of your barely clothed cunt grinding against his muscular thigh. “ah, you wanna get yourself off, huh?” he all but cooed at you.

a hot blush crept up to your face and you ducked down, a staggering whine falling from your lips. it was embarrassing, really. how you couldn’t stop yourself from grinding down on his thigh.

a satisfied hum rumbled in lalo’s chest and he tucked the gun’s barrel underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him. you felt the cool metal press underneath your tongue from the force. “eyes on me, sweetheart.” he felt your rapid but steady breaths against the arm that held the gun steady. your eyes dropped down to his hand, then right back up.

lalo’s grin stretched wide. you only saw it for a second before he pushed the gun deeper into your skin, forcing your head back until it tapped the cupboard doors with a trembling, throaty whimper. he hoisted you up onto the counter with his free hand.

you squirmed on the counter, whining his name. “easy, easy,” he whispered when your body pushed against his. as if granting you mercy, the metal left your skin. your chin followed it, leaning down to face him. he still towered over you, even with you on the countertop. your gaze zeroed in on his lips and you almost went to kiss him when something cold and hard made its way between your parted thighs.

you didn’t even have to look down to know that lalo was pushing the tip of his pistol against your clit, rocking back and forth with ease. his lips ghosted over yours tauntingly as your face twisted with a guilt-ridden pleasure. you were almost too scared to ask for more, but when his lips finally found your neck with a deep groan you knew he was more than willing to give it.

his free hand was rough when it slipped underneath your shirt, groping and squeezing every inch of skin. your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

“lalo.” you whined, feeling that familiar sensation deep in your tummy beginning to set in. lalo felt your hold on his arms start to tighten. your cries were getting harder to bite back. he knew you were close.

“come on, sweetheart, i got you.” his voice was husky against your throat. you felt his movements get sharper, the cool metal rubbing quick circles against your clit through your panties.

you swore you’ve never come harder. it crashed into you like a brick wall, your body tensing against lalo’s. he kept you from muffling your moans with your hand, tearing away from your marked up neck to watch your face twist and turn through your orgasm. you heard him purr something about how pretty you looked like this and you swore another wave rocked your body.

he didn’t stop his hand until you were putty underneath him, your body writhing weakly. even then, you knew he wasn’t done with you.

when he finally let the gun clatter onto the counter next to you and filled the space between your legs, you felt him through his jeans. you let out a soft whine, reaching up to the collar of his button-up shirt and pulling him down into another kiss.

you knew from the moment you met him that he was a dangerous man, but hell if you cared now.

your adrenaline had you wide awake now, your breathing and heart rate jagged while you waited for the intruder to actually get inside. sure, you should have called the police. you should have left your apartment and went to your neighbor’s for shelter.

but you’d be damned if you had to go to work on no sleep.

the window was creaky as it was lifted to accommodate the muscular figure. you hovered over the light switch, ready to charge him.

the man flinched against the harsh light, and then flinched again when he saw you with a bat that was ready to take him to his maker. although, it never fully came down.

instead, it clattered to the floor. surely to frustrate your downstairs neighbor if it carried far enough to wake them.

“jesus christ.” you cursed, voice raspy with sleep. “bruce?”

bruce wayne, gotham’s own recluse billionaire, was stumbling into your living room looking like hell. black eyeshadow clouded around his eyes, messily applied and running down his face because of the rain that came out of nowhere earlier tonight. it nearly masked the small dribbles of blood that went down his cheekbone.

“bruce.” you said, taking on a serious tone when you noticed it. immediately, you went to help him to his feet, hand turning his face to allow you to examine him. “what happened?”

his secret identity was not so secret to you. you’ve known for a while now after he wound up at your bedroom window in full gear adorning much worse bruises and cuts. bruce wayne was batman.

you patched him up almost every time. the other times went to alfred, but that was only when bruce was feeling… familial.

“it’s… it’s not bad, i promise.” he said, strained against a wince as you helped him into the bathroom connected to your bedroom. that was the cabinet you had stocked with supplies for him. “it’s just the cut.”

“yeah?” you challenged as you sprinkled some antiseptic onto a small piece of cloth. he flinched when you lifted it to the gash on his cheek. he relaxed when he caught your glare, allowing you to clean his wound.

even through the cloth you held, you pulled back when you felt the heat radiating off of his face. “jesus, bruce. what’d they have you doing this time?”

“i… i don’t know.” his dark eyes floated around your small bathroom. they were only slightly hidden as he ducked his head, but you could see that his pupils were blown wide. this was unusual.

“you don’t know?” you asked cautiously. bruce noted the small step back you took, quickly catching your wrist.

he didn’t yank you back, nor was his grip anything that had you fearful. he only stopped you from moving any further. you could smell him; rainfall and cologne probably worth more than your apartment.

“it was a trap, i think. they got me close so that they could get some kind of… smoke in my face.” he explained as calmly as he could. he squinted as he recalled the moment. “some… pink… floral smelling stuff. i didn’t think it meant anything but…”

he was only squabbling over the smaller details because he knew you had a fair background in biochemistry. although, this sort of substance was unbeknownst to you at first. you tried to rack your brain, but on top of the lack of sleep and concentration on his hand around your wrist, you came up with nothing.

“but…” you prompted him to continue.

“but i feel… off.” he spoke through gritted teeth now. in the light of your mirror, you could see the redness in his face. he’d already lost most of the heavy armor so you could feel the heat of his body where you stood. “i came here before i could even think about it.”

you hummed, the new information and observations stimulating some nerve ending in your brain that gave you a hopeful feeling. it felt familiar now, like you’d heard of these symptoms before.

“you feel…” you gulped, considering the words dancing on your tongue, “hot? turned on, almost?”

bruce blinked. he wanted to deny it and say it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t. because he couldn’t deny the fluttering in his gut that made his knees weak or the straining in his boxers that he tried so hard to keep at bay.

you set the cloth down into the sink. “i think it was an aphrodisiac, bruce.” you whispered. “at least, that’s what it sounds like to me. some kind of concentration that intensifies the symptoms. maybe designed to keep you away for a while—”

“how do i get rid of it?” he interrupted.

you winced at the question. bruce was bound to ask, but for some reason you were praying he wouldn’t.

“i don’t think i can help you, bruce.” you quickly started, your free arm coming up to cover your waist. suddenly insecure, you became aware of the spaghetti strap top you paired with some workout bottoms.

you were painfully aware of the situation now. bruce, doped up on some kind of sex pollen, was trapped in a small bathroom with you, a woman who he trusted to get very close to him. over the years, you’d naturally grown to be attracted to him. he was an attractive man.

dark and broody, fair with sparkling hazel eyes that were often accentuated by the black eyeshadow you always saw him in. he was tall, too. towering over you, he stared down with an intensity that had you holding onto your reservations for dear life.

“you’ve gotta… get it out of your system.” you explained briefly. bruce had yet to understand. “you have to…”

it seemed to hit him when he saw you shifting your weight on your feet, avoiding his eyes to hide the blush creeping up your neck. his grip on your wrist loosened, but not enough to let go.

“that’s the only way?”

“i think.” you shrugged. “there’s not much known about aphrodisiacs except that they make you feel like that. sometimes it only gets worse until you… fuck it outta your system.”

bruce finally let go of your arm, driving a gap between you two while he processed what you were telling him. you could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he thought it over. his hand raked through his already tousled brown locks.

“you can’t help me?” bruce asks. it takes a moment for the question to register and once it does, you’re staring at him. you’re looking for some kind of tease in his voice but there is none.

the way he’s looking back… he looks like a goddamn animal. his eyes looked black as they dragged down to your attire with very little resistance.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea. you’re… think of it like you’re drunk or something. i can’t.”

“i’ve never been much of a lightweight.” bruce rebutted a little too quickly.

your mind blanks and your lips close. you gulp. there’s very little keeping you two apart now. it’s a dangerous game.

“come on, bruce.” you sigh deeply.

the man’s nearly panting now. he’s fighting the substance, but he’s getting weaker the longer he stares at you. he starts pawing at what was left of his suit, unbuckling pads of armor. it wasn’t even an attempt to seduce you — his body temperature was rising rapidly.

“let me.” you helped him, against your better judgement. closing the gap between you two, you unlatch and remove as many parts as you could see before bruce’s arm — now freed from its confines — reaches up to tilt your head back.

something snaps in you like a rubber band at its limit. you lunge forward and kiss him, grabbing onto a loose shoulder pad for leverage. bruce easily catches you while he shakes the rest of his gear off.

he couldn’t do it fast enough. in a tangle of pants and stumbles, bruce falls onto your bed and he pulls you down with him by your waist. his fingers grasp the hem of your top. it hits the floor not long after.

he kisses you deeply and surely. he swallows each of your soft moans, drawing more out as he bucks his hips up into yours. you can feel the desperation in his movements. he needs release. no. he needs you.

his grip is strong when it finds your hips. fingers practically bruising the exposed skin, bruce groans at the feeling of you gently rocking in his lap. you could feel him through the black sweatpants he had on underneath that armor of his. “bruce…” you whined, pleading with him.

he hadn’t the strength to make you use your words. to play this out how he’d always imagined when you stood an inch too close while bandaging the cuts on his face. his body felt like it was one breath away from overheating. the strain in his pants was too much for him to bear and before he could even think about it, he’d already rolled you underneath him.

you watched intently as he untied the string to his sweats. “look at me.” bruce commanded. your eyes reluctantly found his, and when they did you nearly whined. he was already staring back with heavily lidded eyes, unable to stop himself from kissing you. this one was much more fervent. bruce panted against your lips as he lapped at you like you were his only life source.

you started yanking at your shorts, trembling fingers stumbling over the fitted waistband endlessly. it wasn’t long into that battle before bruce helped you and they were pooled messily on the ground. bruce only broke the kiss to watch your face as his hand dipped between your thighs.

he could feel the way your body tensed when he found your sensitive clit, already slick with you. bruce bit back a groan. “you’re so…” he trailed off amidst deep pants, “shit.” he cursed softly, letting his finger slide into your tight heat.

the intrusion was unexpected and so deep, a particularly pitchy cry leaving your chest. bruce loved the way your eyebrows tented so prettily and the feeling of your walls squeezing around his finger that soon became two, stretching you open.

it was too much to handle very quickly. you felt that familiar flutter in your stomach. that dam was about to give already, and bruce likely knew because of how your cunt spasmed around his fingers and he so meanly stopped. when his digits slid out of you, the emptiness was almost painful.

“bruce, please,” you sobbed. tears pricked at your eyes, your body aching for release. you knew he wasn’t going to last very long either when he offered no tease or argument to your words. he only cursed under his breath and reaching for his cock, flushed and hard between his strong thighs.

he hissed sharply when he pushed the head past that tight ring of muscle, mingling with the whiny moan you couldn’t muffle in time with your hand. he was big. he knew that when your nails started to carve into his arms. he couldn’t get enough of you, so warm and welcoming.

“i can’t stop,” bruce panted into your ear. his voice shook softly with the strength he was using to keep himself together. he wanted to fuck you until your body memorized the shape of him. he pulsed and twitched inside of you, simply begging for something.

but when your legs fastened around his waist and you found his eyes with a look he hadn’t seen before, he knew you wanted it, too. “don’t.” was all you said before bruce started fucking you into the mattress.

he tried so hard to go slow and easy at first, but each time his sensitive cock dragged against your hot walls, he grew more and more drunk on your body. with each of his sharp thrusts, he grazed your cervix. he all but split you open, filling you to the brim.

you were but a mess underneath him. it was like your bones had liquified in your body. you were squirming and crying, that dam inside of you cracking and leaking. that release you were pleading for was so close. bruce could tell you were by the way your cunt wouldn’t stop squeezing around him so perfectly.

he knew it was the drug still thriving in his veins that had him practically already coming. it had set all of his nerves on fire, everything pushing him closer to his edge. he knew it would be the first of many when he came right after you, painting the insides of your thighs and your stomach white.

thighs still trembling, you could only whine and squirm when he sheathed his still-aching cock back into you. he rutted into you with throaty whines of his own. he couldn’t stop saying how badly it hurt — how he just couldn’t stop.

you didn’t want him to.

even if it took until sunrise for him to rid himself of that poison, you would take him as many times as he wanted you to.

the last time you saw her was nearly a week ago when she stopped home to wash the changes of clothes that had accumulated in the office.

francesca perked up when you burst through the door, quickly pointing to kim’s closed office door. “i’m sorry for worrying you,” she apologized again as she picked her purse up off of her desk, “i just don’t think she’s doing so well in there. she won’t listen to me, you know.”

you sighed, patting the woman kindly on her shoulder. “don’t worry about it. thank you, francesca. go on home, it’s late.”

the woman didn’t hesitate. after a soft smile and one last goodbye, the secretary was on her way to her car. you turned to kim’s office, gently ducking inside so not to scare her.

you sighed when you saw her hunched over her desk, one lone light shining over a mountain of papers that she was skimming through. her humming pierced the silence. so did the sound of the door opening, but she didn’t seem to notice that.

her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose as she went through the papers. they only lifted when you shut the door and kim looked up to greet who she assumed was francesca.

“francesca, you really don’t have to wait…” kim trailed off when she spotted you and her body visibly relaxed. “oh. it’s you.” she smiled.

you laughed softly. “yeah. it’s me.” you placed your bag down on the chair she used for clients and rounded her desk to give her a kiss on her temple. “what’s all this?”

kim took in a sharp breath as she rifled through a few of them. “just some documents i need to read for paige and kevin. they’re expanding their business and… why are you here so late?” your girlfriend looked up at you with concern after she stole a glance at her watch.

“i could ask you the same thing.” you mumbled, sitting on the one surface of her desk that was relatively void of papers. “you’ve gotta come home some day, kim.”

the woman only huffed like the words actually stung. “i know, i know. just… five more minutes. tops.”

even as her big, blue eyes found yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe her. you couldn’t pry her away from her work with a crowbar. still, you didn’t want to stress her out even more by stirring up a potential argument.

“fine.” you said curtly. as kim turned back to her folders, you noted her apparel. she wore this blue button up blouse with a black pencil skirt that was a personal favorite of yours. it was shorter than her other ones, hovering just above her knees. while she sat in her chair, the material hiked all the way up to her mid thigh. “i will wait for you. here.” you hopped off of her desk and planted yourself behind her, hands gently massaging the base of her neck.

“you… don’t have to.” kim murmured, voice slurring slightly as she melted under your persuasive ministrations. “it’s gonna be a longer wait if you keep that up.” she rolled her head back, smiling softly when you leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

you peered over at her door, somehow doubting that jimmy wouldn’t come cursing through it at any moment. “hey, is the office locked up?” you asked lowly.

kim immediately picked up on the absence in your tone, glancing up in time to see that mischievous sparkle in your eyes. “it should be.” she replied with the slightest curiosity.

“good.” you suddenly ducked down beside her, fingers ghosting over her calf as you made yourself comfortable under her desk. “keep working, honey.” kim’s wary gaze was glued to you the entire time. even in a dimmer light, you could see the blush creeping up over her cheeks.

she tucked a stray blonde lock behind her ear and cleared her throat. “wh-what are you doing? baby, get up.” you knew she didn’t mean in when she sighed at the feeling of your palm wrapping around the side of her thigh. you shook your head with a defiant hum, telling her once more to keep working.

your fingers dipped underneath the hem of her skirt, pushing it all the way up to her hip. kim hummed instinctively, eyes darting up to the door as her legs began to relax, parting for you.

“i think jimmy said he was gonna… stop by to grab something.” kim all but purred, eyebrows raising at you.

you rolled your eyes. “you wish.” you teased. “nothing he hasn’t seen before.” it wasn’t a lie. honestly, the two of you probably owed the poor man millions in therapy bills with how many times he’s walked in on the two of you. both at home and in the office late at night. “it’s no different, really.”

kim waved you off, her stubborn tongue going still when you eased her thighs apart and started rubbing gentle circles against her inner thigh. it was like clockwork, kim already letting soft hums out into the silent office.

“what’s the matter?” you asked her, voice high and teasing. “what do you need, mama?” kim’s head dropped back against her chair with a noise just louder than a small hum. “what’s that?”

“please, i,” you knew how much she hated saying what she wanted out loud. so easily embarrassed, she always claimed she felt stupid. you just loved hearing her voice. “i need you.”

“yeah?” you cooed. part of you wanted to drag it out. have her tell you specifically what she wanted. maybe even have her guide you herself.

but as she gazed down at you with weary blue eyes, you decided not to. the woman was tired. after all, you came to help her with that.

you eased her hips to the edge of the chair, just enough so that she was still relaxing, and went to tug her panties down her hips. she still seemed reluctant, worried that jimmy would actually walk in unannounced.

“trust me, i don’t think he’s gonna wanna come in here in a few minutes.” you laughed. “do you want me to stop?”

“god, no.” she breathed, more sure she’d ever sounded in her life.

you pulled her panties down her legs, the fabric falling and pooling at her ankle. that same ankle that touched your spine not a moment later as you hiked her leg over your shoulder.

you pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, easing them into love bites. kim’s whines were growing more and more uncontrollable, her fingers now rifling through your hair.

“you alright there?” you lazily giggled from where you hovered between her thighs. kim only replied with a particularly needy whine, her heel nudging sternly at your back. “alright, alright.” kim gasped when you finally gave her what she wanted. the flat of your tongue slowly dragged up her already soaking cunt. her fingers grasped your hair tightly as she grounded herself, keeping your head down.

you were already lost in her taste. sweet with a familiar tang that you couldn’t get enough of. straining against her rough hold on you hair, you gently licked and sucked at her clit while one hand shifted to her pussy. the first finger went in easy, kim’s thighs tensing at the intrusion. “fuck,” she gently cursed. her voice had a small shake to it that only egged you on. when you built up a steady rhythm, your digit sliding in and out of her with obscenity, you felt her hips begin to roll in time against your face. you grinned, humming with satisfaction.

the vibrations from your throat drew another long whine from kim. you slipped a second finger in, your eyes locked on her face. the back of her hand attempted to muffle a cry, the other flying to the armrest of her chair. the valley between her eyebrows deepened as they tented, trying to process the overwhelming pleasure.

you came up for a breath, still pumping her full with your two fingers. amidst your panting, you watched kim’s composure melt like putty in your hands. her small whines had crescendoed into moans that couldn’t stop spilling past her lips. her face gleamed with a thin sheet of sweat as you worked her to her breaking point.

“aw, already? you’re so worked up and i’ve only been down here for a few minutes.” your words were hushed but teasing. kim’s hips bucked wildly now and her thighs tensed at random. you could feel her cunt spasming around your fingers now, a sign that she was closer than you’d expected her to be. “that’s it, baby. i got ya.”

with your free hand, you started gently circling her clit with your thumb and it seemed that was all it took. you loved the way her legs hugged you impossibly closer as her orgasm shook her.

her hips weakly bucked into your hands as she rode it out, her walls spasming around your fingers like a vise. her moans bounced off of the walls, surely seeping through outside, and you thanked god that jimmy did not end up stopping by. she stopped trying to muffle them now, body slackening in her chair. her hands were still nested in your tousled hair and holding on to the armrest.

you waited until she was whining from overstimulation before sliding your digits out of her and cleaning them with your tongue. a move that never failed to turn her face beet red. “you’re…” kim gasped, unbuttoning her blouse so she could cool down, “disgusting.”

“dirty.” you corrected her, leaning against her still-shaking thigh and finding her eyes with a soft smile. “and you love it.”

“oh, do i?” kim laughed, scooting backwards to let you out from underneath the desk. once her spot was reclaimed, she started stuffing papers into her briefcase at random.

rather shocked, you questioned her. she was always so organized with her work, no matter the circumstances. kim only gave you a glance over her shoulder.

“i’ve gotta get you home. can’t let you do all of the work.”

oh, you were in for it.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏 — kim wexler

PRAISE — in which kim is overworking herself, convinced it’s the only thing she has going for her. you show her that’s not true.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑 — bruce wayne

SEX POLLEN — in which bruce shows up at your window in the dead of night, injured. not unusual. but he’s acting strangely…

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟔 — lalo salamanca

GUNPLAY — in which you try to help your older brother and talk to the client who’s been giving him hell. things don’t go as planned when you find out he’s so… hot.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟗 — abby anderson

HIGH SEX — in which you manage to get some weed off of manny. you think it might be just the thing to get abby to snap out of it.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐 — victoria neuman

BLOOD PLAY — in which you show victoria you aren’t scared of her because of her abilities. you even show her just how unafraid you are.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟓 — saul goodman/jimmy mcgill

MANIPULATION — in which jimmy finally gives in to the younger intern he hired after he promised to “help her out” in the law world.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟖 — clark kent

SIZE KINK — in which clark just loves seeing how big he is compared to you.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟏 — jesse pinkman

MAKE-UP SEX — in which your drug-fiend of an ex boyfriend winds up on your porch looking for a place to stay for the night. the two of you begin to reminisce.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟒 — art the clown

PERIOD SEX — in which art can see you’re in so much pain on your period, and he comes up with a solution that’s hard to pass up on.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟕 — homelander

LACTATION — in which these new medications homelander has you on show some… interesting side effects. turns out he’s been waiting for them to show up.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟎 — rex sloan + mark grayson

THREESOME — in which you, your best friend, and ex boyfriend share a little bit of weed during a poorly planned sleepover.

☆ 𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟑𝟏 — SURPRISE!

??? — stay tuned to find out!

*** after a fic’s description indicates very extreme material! non-con/dub-con, violence, and potentially gore may be included. please read with caution!! i don’t condone any of that stuff irl, fyi!

the fruit was sweet — a mixture of strawberries and blueberries and melon. although, neither of you made it entirely through your cups when you leaned forward to pop a strawberry in abby’s mouth, slowly easing between her knees as you stacked your half empty cups and set them onto the dresser.

abby’s lips pulled into a soft smirk, barely revealing her teeth as she mumbled, “what, you’re not gonna let me finish?” despite that, she’d grabbed the spine of her book and set it down beside the fruit cups to accommodate you, her blue eyes analyzing your lips like they were the most fascinating things.

they made their way back up to yours when you started to grin down at her. “sure i will.” the words rolled off of your tongue lowly and teasingly before you finally kissed her. her being half propped up against her pillows, you met her halfway and crawled up to find her lips.

her hands latched onto your waist, squeezing into your clothed skin in a silent plea. a soft whine escaped abby, muffled against your mouth. you were sweet — sweet like strawberries. abby lifted off of the bed an inch, pushing against your mouth with pure need.

“you want it bad, don’t you?” you teased her gently, earning a playful little glare from her. it didn’t last long when she saw your fingers hurrying to unbutton your pants and she whispered a sharp curse before offering a helping hand. the second they hit the ground, she grabbed your jaw and pulled you down into a kiss much deeper than the one before. it made you gasp, her strength nearly knocking you off balance. you caught yourself against her strong shoulders.

it didn’t take long for the kiss to take a turn when abby’s teeth pulled at your bottom lip in your attempt to come up for air. she was panting already, her face flushed and her eyes half lidded. you wanted so badly to tear into her for it and rile her up but you didn’t get the chance to when her hand suddenly snaked around the back of your neck, holding your head firmly in place as she came up to kiss you again.

it was like that for a while, pushing and pulling while your hands did the rest. abby now groped at your ass, particularly liking the noises it drew from you, as she helped your one of your thighs over hers. your hands found purchase on her chest when you sunk down onto the thigh you straddled and abby took your moment of distraction to press her lips to your jaw.

“abby,” you whispered her name, voice cracking when you felt the flat of her tongue against your neck. she hummed into your skin when you grabbed the side of her neck, your thumb lazily stroking her cheek. “shit, baby,” you had to bite your lip to keep a moan down as her teeth grazed your collarbone.

“you sound so pretty f’me,” abby cooed as she settled back against her pillows. you were about to protest the loss of contact when she suddenly bucked her hips up and her thigh grazed against your clothed cunt. the hands that had at some point shifted to your hips held you in place as she flexed the muscles of her thigh.

she watched you from underneath her lashes, taking her bottom lip between her teeth when she saw your jaw slacken in a silent moan. you mumbled a strained curse and let your head dip down towards her chest while you tried to adjust to abby’s gentle rhythm. you could feel the bed gently shifting each time her heel pushed off of it.

“c’mon, baby,” abby pressed a kiss to the top of your head as her fingers grazed up your sides, gathering the hem of your shirt between them. instinctively, you sat up to let her peel your shirt off. for a moment, while abby held you upright to admire the fact that you hadn’t worn a bra, you ground your hips against her thick thigh.

abby’s breath hitched in her throat when you balanced yourself on her abs that you just had to lift her shirt to feel. your other hand toyed with the waistband of her sweats. she huffed, knowing what you were doing. she knew to anticipate your hand sliding down to cup her clothed heat, her eyes fluttering shut as her breathing threatened to go erratic.

she leaned back onto her elbows when you slipped your hand down the front of her pants and found her clit through her panties. all the while, you made up for her dying pace by picking your own up. “fu-fuck,” abby hissed. she nudged her leg to the side to give you better access.

you loved seeing her like this. her eyebrows were beginning to tent together and her reddened lips were parted in soft moans. her eyes struggled to stay open with your fingers working her clit just the way she liked it and she wasn’t sure if she should look at you or the hand down her sweats.

every so often your hand would slow down when you got too caught up with fucking yourself on her thigh, but she didn’t mind. she enjoyed the sweet little whines you’d shamelessly let slip. and every once in a while, amidst your languid thrusts, your knee would hit the back of your hand and it would bump against abby’s sensitive clit.

“that’s it,” abby breathed encouragingly. one hand settled at the small of your back, aiding you along. she could feel the desperation in your thrusts, each one more eager than the last. she grabbed the wrist that was still inside of her sweats, guiding you over her body. “c’mon, baby, almost there.”

your lips clashed messily as you continued to ride abby’s thigh. you knew her sweats were already a mess because of you and that you probably looked just as bad but you didn’t care. all you could think about was how good abby’s thigh felt on your clit and how big her hands were groping your tits. he was all but stealing the air straight from your lungs.

“fuck, abby,” you whined against her lips. “i’m… i’m close, ‘m so fucking close.” that familiar churn in your stomach continued to grow each time you rolled your hips on abby’s firm thigh.

abby cursed under her breath at the sound of your voice, so whiny and full of need. “‘ts okay, let go for me.” she husked. she watched your face twist as you got closer and closer until it finally hit you.

her hands slid up and down the fronts of your bare legs as you rode her through your orgasm. your pace fell short and your moans filled the room. her name fell from your lips over and over, balling her sheets in your fists.

even after you fell slack against her, she kept her hands glued to your sides. her thumbs rubbed soft circles into your stomach while you caught your breath. you were covered in a thin sheet of sweat and your face was still so flushed when you came up to look at her. but that didn’t stop you from seeking out her lips.

she accepted the kiss gracefully, sliding one hand up to the base of your jaw and holding you in place. the kiss was slow and soft, but abby sensed it shifting to something more when you shifted back onto your heels and started lifting her shirt up her toned body. she hummed and pulled away, giving you nothing more than a questioning look.

“i’m gonna let you finish, isn’t that what you wanted?” you teased her breathlessly, throwing her words back at her as you slotted yourself between her legs.

abby went to say something sharp back but the words caught in her throat when you dipped your head down to the hem of her bra and kissed her skin. “fuck,” she moaned softly when you ghosted the tips of your fingers down her sides and stopped at the waistband of her sweats, “you’re fucking insatiable, you know that?” she choked out as she peered down at you.

“you love it.”

you were typically among the former. after taking a decent beating a couple of times a week, you would fly home just to make sure your family was okay. and to reassure them that you were, too. it would only be about half an hour before you’d return to headquarters, which was around the same time as your other teammates.

half an hour of near radio silence within that tower.

near radio silence.

up in the training floor, one shower was still running long after the rest had been abandoned. steam had already condensed onto each bathroom wall and mirror. the sound of rushing water pelting the floor hardly muffled the harmony of stifled cries and grunted curses from that small yet open stall.

somehow, rex sloan had ended up with you in the stall, slinking in when you were all alone to kindly offer to inspect for wounds. you agreed to his oh-so-kind offer, well aware of his malicious intentions, but on the condition that he be quick.

so that was how you wound up pressed to the cold tile wall, back arched and legs spread while rex took you from behind. he was no stranger to your body, knowing exactly where your most sacred spots were and abusing them relentlessly. it nearly brought you to your knees, rex’s hand keeping you upright while the other groped your tit.

“no one’s gonna hear you, sweet thing.” rex husked into your ear, voice strained as he pounded into you. “‘ts just you and me in here.”

you continued to bite at the back of your hand to keep your volume as low as possible when rex’s grip on your hip tightened and he pulled you back into a particularly rough thrust. it caught you off balance for a moment, a surge of pain rocketing through your body, and a pitchy moan tore from your mouth. “fucking christ, rex!”

the man grinned at your whining. “that’s it, keep ‘em comin’,” rex’s other hand snaked around your torso to cup your throat. he yanked you back nearly flush with his chest, groaning at the way your walls clamped around his thick cock. “fu-ckin’ hell. you feel so fuckin’ good around me.”

the new angle let him hit one of those sensitive spots inside of you, and this time you couldn’t quite cover your mouth in time. you weakly grabbed at the hand splayed across your throat but by then you didn’t care about how your cries echoed off of the bathroom walls.

he knew you were reaching your breaking point when he felt that familiar tremble in your thighs underneath his palm. you were already taking him so well, spasming cunt practically swallowing his dick so greedily, but still he persisted.

“do the thing.” he whispered with a smirk playing on his lips.

his rhythm began to die down, telling you that he wouldn’t take no for an answer. as if you’d even tell him no.

you took one of your shaky palms off of the cool tile and reached around to rest it on rex’s waist. it took you a moment to focus as you began concentrating his blood flow down to his cock, gently restricting it at the base. you expanded his blood volume by the slightest percentage, minding the few injuries he sustained during the mission earlier.

rex felt it right away, cock instinctively twitching inside of you. his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades, his wet hair clinging to your skin; his fingers dug into your plush thigh. you could feel him stopping himself from rutting into you. he hardly had any restraint as he whispered your name so desperately.

“easy.” you instructed. “i need to — fuck — need to focus.”

you were doing anything but that, truthfully. which would’ve been lethal if you didn’t know what you were doing. but alas, this wasn’t the first time.

rex hissed at the same time you did when you felt his cock gently swell inside of you. not enough to be painful, but definitely enough to feel it. the moment you dropped your hand, rex took it as his cue to move.

“fuck,” his voice broke into a soft whine, “so goddamn tight.” he reached between your legs and nudged your thighs apart a little more. “c’mon, sweet thing.”

he moved his hand from your throat to between your shoulders, pushing you down as he pulled out to his swollen tip only to slam his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt inside of you.

a cry of his name came from you, only egging the arrogant man on. “god, you’re so fuckin’ good for me. aren’t ya?”

you could barely last much longer; that tight, hot coil in your abdomen was steadily unwinding with each of rex’s deep thrusts. you held on to the wall for dear life, your palms sliding against the slick tiles. the weight of rex’s chest against your back made you peer over in time to see his hand envelop yours against the wall, his strong fingers lacing through yours. he kept you upright while he fucked you through your orgasm, mumbling encouragement into your skin.

“that’s it, pretty girl. takin’ me so damn good — fuck!” rex’s grip on your waist began to falter, as did his rhythm, when he realized he wasn’t too far behind you. it didn’t help that your cunt was spasming uncontrollably around him. “come on, i’ve got you.”

the groan in his voice was enough to send you over, head falling forward with a cry of his name. your thighs trembled in his hold and threatened to give out. you hardly managed to keep yourself upright as he continued to pound into you. the stimulation almost became too much to bear, a few tears mixing with the sweat and shower water trailing down your face.

you finally gave out once rex pulled out, body going limp against the wall. rex caught you at the waist and closed the brief gap between you. he buried his face into your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin. “god, i’ll never get used to that. so fuckin’ perfect.” he mumbled as he turned you around to face him. “do you… mind?” his green eyes shamelessly raked down your body, his still-hard cock twitching in his hand at the sight.

both of your legs were sore beyond belief, and they were sure to get worse after the nap you were bound to take later, but it didn’t stop you from sliding down onto your knees and replacing rex’s hand with your own. your own abilities amazed you; you could hardly wrap both of your hands around his swollen cock, let alone fit it in your mouth.

“fuck” rex groaned, long and low as he braced himself on the wall behind you. it shielded some of the water from splashing into your face, but ran down his body and allowed your hands to pump him with ease. “ju-just like that, christ.” a few stray drops of water running down rex’s red locks fell onto your face as you stared up at him. you made sure not to break eye contact when you took the tip of his cock onto your flattened tongue, easing it past your lips.

one of his hands went to your hair, brushing it out of your face as best as he could before resting his palm at the back of your head. it didn’t guide you nor did it force you to take him further. it encouraged you. you knew that he was already close. it only took you a few skillful bobs of your head and twists of your hands before he started whining. your favorite tell of his that he was about to come.

you inched back enough to take your lips off of his cock and stuck your tongue out, his cum painting it not seconds later. you took it all, gracefully swallowing it before getting back to your feet with his help. he was on you the moment you were, gently pressing you against the wall as he captured you into a deep kiss. not an ounce of concern crossed you, considering you were definitely supposed to be in the lounge by now.

“don’t think that counted as quick, rex.” you said with a smile when he finally pulled away.

“ask me if i give a shit. i hope those a-holes heard us.” rex sassed as he reached for your shampoo bottle. “another wash can’t hurt, right? turn around.”

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