he was simply irresistible. you never realised just how hot your boyfriend was β well, at least not to this extent. but then again, this thought crossed your mind at the very least once a month, and every time it felt new and even more intense.
theo had just come out of the shower and had already slipped into his black, satin pyjamas. his curls were still damp, the shirt was halfway undone, leaving his lean chest on display, a small hint of his abs showing underneath the smooth fabric. he really had been hitting the gym lately β he found it a good way to relieve the stress after his tumultuous work days, filled with endless calls and meetings. and it showed, oh how much it showedβ¦
ββ¦and i think weβre not far off from closing the deal. tomorrow we have another meeting, i think we can do it.β
theoβs voice suddenly jolted you out of your thoughts. to your embarrassment, you werenβt listening β you were too busy ogling his body, your glistening bottom lip stuck between your teeth as you watched his hands move. his knuckles flexed just slightly, but it was enough to drive you insane with desire. unexpectedly, you found yourself wishing they were wrapped around your throat.
βamore? whatβs wrong?β
theoβs eyebrows creased as he noticed how distracted you were. usually, you would eagerly listen and ask questions about whatever he was saying, but nowβ¦ your mind was clearly somewhere else.
βnothing, baby. nothingβs wrong,β you murmured, scooting closer to him, your body moved by some higher force coming from the inside. βyou just look so hotβ¦β you whispered as your hand touched his chest, moving up and down over the tanned skin, fingers brushing over theoβs nipples.
a small, hesitant smirk appeared on theoβs lips at your touch. heβd never witnessed this side of you before, but he had to admit, it was the sexiest sight heβd had the pleasure of experiencing in a while. βi do, donβt i?β he murmured back, his hand automatically landing on your hip. βyouβre so clingy tonight, principessa. anything youβd like to share?β
βnot really. just want you, is all.β
you climbed onto theoβs lap, straddling him, your pussy settling snugly over his already semi-hard cock. his hands were skimming up and down your thighs, riding up your little nightgown, but not quite reaching the place that craved them. normally, youβd be all into the foreplay, but not today. your hormones were raging, and you felt how much it was turning theo on, which made you even hornier in response.
without saying another word, you leaned over to the nightstand, quickly grabbing a condom from the drawer. theoβs eyebrows rose, even more surprised by how proactive you were behaving, and his cock twitched between your legs β heβd always secretly wished you took more initiative, and now that it was happening? he couldnβt resist you. he wouldnβt even if he wanted to.
βoh, cazzo, amoreβ¦β theo swore under his breath, followed by a quiet gasp when you shifted on his lap, pulling down his pants and freeing his erection. he was fully hard at that point, and his cock throbbed as you rolled the condom on.
βwant you, babyβ¦β you murmured, lifting your hips up and grabbing his cock to line it up with your entrance. theoβs mind, usually busy with whatever godforsaken matter was on it at all times, was now pleasantly turned off. he could only moan when you lowered yourself onto him, your own voice breaking when he filled you up to the very brim. your nails dug into his chest, and it was a sting so pleasant, theo couldnβt hold back a small whimper. he never let sounds like that escape his mouth β but damn, if you werenβt ruining him this very moment.
βchoke me.β
theoβs eyes snapped open, the pleasure overridden for a brief moment by the suddenness of your request. βa-are you sure?β he stuttered out, unable to keep his voice steady as you rode him, the slickness of your pussy gliding over his dick creating the most pornographic sounds he thought heβd ever heard.
βyes, please. choke me,β you panted out, taking ahold of his hand and guiding it to your throat. this did it for him. in a split second, you were already laid out on your back, with theo on top of you, his fingers curling around your throat. it wasnβt painful, no β he was still holding back the most primal part of himself, but it was getting harder and harder as he watched your eyes roll back in pleasure.
βyou like that, huh?β he whispered, his lips hovering just above yours as he started thrusting into you, hips snapping soundly against yours. βmy sweet princess likes it a little rough, yeah? cazzo, youβre about to kill meβ¦β
and you couldnβt deny that even if you tried. as his hand around your throat cut off just enough air to feel a little dizzy, as his cock hit all the right spots over and over again, you realised that maybe it wasnβt just your hormones. maybe you really did like it a little rough sometimes.
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βIt seemed like this city is never sleeping, never dying, creating some sort of energy, that was fuelling Liam and keeping him awake alongside with the adrenaline that is pumping in his veins every time he held a gun in his hands, the little buzz he felt in his insides and made his fingertips itchy, craving to pull the trigger.βΒ - crash&burn
I saw Ari (nottsangel) doing the βTheo auβs reactβ kind of thing and thought it would be so fun with yours too! How would your Theo auβs react to reader being quiet during sex?
i saw these reaction posts on ariβs blog too, and i love them, so iβm excited to do this with my aus too! iβm gonna be writing this for the aus that iβm more invested in and already have some content for, but if you want me to add others from my list, you can ask <3
sisterβs bf!theo β with him, youβre kinda forced into being quiet when your sisterβs home, so whenever youβre alone together, he wants you to be loud. iβm talking moans, whimpers, cries, whatever he can pull out of you. if youβre quiet, heβs slapping your ass hard, knowing itβs gonna make you scream for sure. βyou think you can just stay quiet like that, piccola? nuh-uh, weβre only getting started.β
cult leader!theo β heβs used to you being rather quiet, because letβs be real, youβre under the influence most of the time. heβs fine with silent gasps and little whimpers, or just nothing at all. heβs just gonna cradle your head to his chest and whisper in your ear, adding to the hazy, intimate atmosphere around you. "so good, my dear. youβre taking me so well.β
chef!theo β does everything he can to encourage you to be louder, but does so gently, in case itβs not something youβre comfortable with (because he cares <3). "feels good, baby? youβre so beautiful like that, amore, let me hear those pretty sounds, yeah?β
bully!theo β he is the one whoβs shutting you up by stuffing his fingers or your own panties into your mouth. he wants to hear you scream his name, itβs one of his biggest fantasies, but he also dreads anyone finding out thereβs anything at all going on between you two. so he settles for degrading you for being unable to hold back your moans, while simultaneously jerking off in his room late at night, thinking how youβd sound with his name on your lips. "shut the fuck up, youβre moaning like a slut.β but if youβre actually quiet by yourself? nah, heβs still degrading as hell. "cat got your tongue, huh? or did you finally learn to shut your fucking trap for once?β
ceo!theo β heβs used to women being loud, because, well, itβs him, and everyoneβs trying to impress him. so when youβre quiet, his ego takes a blow, though heβs trying not to show it. he wants to be better for you, so heβs not pressing the issue; he just keeps going, hoping that at some point, youβre gonna get comfortable enough to be louder.
lead singer!theo β heβs just surprised, because when are you ever quiet with him? he kind of gets concerned too, and almost stops to check up on you. but then you whine in protest and move your hips, signalling for him to continue, and he smirks, giving your ass a spank. "thereβs my girl. donβt scare me like that again, alright?β
if you said you didnβt know this would happen, you wouldβve been a shameless liar. you did know; in fact, making it happen was your exact goal. but theodore wasnβt innocent, right? he shouldβve expected it when he invited you to his penthouse for an βinformal lunchβ to discuss the companyβs latest project. you just so happened to have a very informal, low-cut dress which nearly made your tits spill out. and it was just an accident that you bent over right in front of him when you were picking up a teaspoon β which you had dropped purely due to your clumsiness. the outline of your lacy panties was just there, sinfully visible through the red satin of your thin, flimsy dress.
and theo just happened to lose his damn mind.
his cock was warm and heavy against your clothed ass as he rubbed it up and down between your cheeks, tightly hugged by the fabric. you were face down on the table, and he was groaning quieter than youβd like β as if he was still holding back, despite the situation β but youβd take what you could get. his hands were on your hips, rough, almost bruising β good, you thought, his control was slipping.
"cosΓ¬ sbagliato,β theo muttered under his ragged breath, daring to open his eyes and glance down β his cock was leaving a dark wet trail of precum on the skirt of your dress, obvious evidence of just how weak he was for you. "cosΓ¬ fottutamente sbagliato, ma non posso resistere, cazzoβ¦"
you had a very vague idea what he was saying β something about it being wrong β but the raspiness of his already deep voice was doing magic. your hand was starting to get sore between your legs, trembling fingers sliding between your drenched folds β you could barely put pressure on your clit with how wet you were, but the pleasure was overwhelming. theo seemed to have noticed your jerky movements, which only spurred him on - his grinding picked up its pace, and his hands shifted from your hips to your ass. he took a hissy breath and pressed on his cock, pushing it further between your satin-covered asscheeks.
"so prettyβ¦β he murmured, small pants escaping his mouth with every syllable as he watched how his length fit so perfectly against you. theo desperately wished he was inside of you β heβd been craving that for ages, but couldnβt bring himself to do it yet, his conscience battling with burning desire. so for now, he had to settle for rutting his hips faster and faster, chasing the release only you could truly provide.
"mr nottβ¦" you moaned as your finger slipped inside β a pitiful substitute for what you imagine theodoreβs cock would feel like, but you had no choice but make do.
theo groaned louder, and a shiver of satisfaction shot through your body, because he seemed to be getting closer. "donβt do thatβ¦ donβt call me that,β he gritted out, pressing harder on his twitching, leaking cock. "you knowβ fuck, you know what it does to meβ¦β
and you did, you did, but this time, it came out naturally, without any teasing in your soft, blissed out voice β you were losing yourself in the sensations just as much as theo was. a few more seconds, a slick melody of his precum seeping through your dress, your juices mixing up with it, and both of you were there. you came all over your fingers, and theodore spilled onto your dress, covering it in rapidly growing dark spots. heavy breaths filled the air around you, and both of you knew for a fact that this time wouldnβt be the last, no matter how much theo would try to forget that it ever happened.
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sinners! as we continue our journey through the first circle, you may experience your bodies stiffening, itching and burning, owing to the desire begging to be unleashed. do not falter, for we shall come across ceo!theo teaching assistant!reader a thing or two about obedience and humility.
content/tw: 18+ mdni, forniphilia, sensory deprivation, low key ass play, implied humiliation, employer x employee, alcohol mentioned, cursing, no dialogue
word count: 615
nothing. absolutely nothing. itβs a strange feelingβor, more precisely, the lack of it. your knees and palms are already aching from holding the position for an entire hour. your eyes are covered with theodoreβs silk scarf, black, designer, and smelling faintly like his usual givenchy cologne youβve grown to associate with him and only him over the last year spent working for him. your ears are stuffed with earplugsβthe best quality ones that donβt let a single sound grace your hearing. a shiny diamond gleams between your asscheeks, the plug filling you up as much as the ball gag stuck nicely between your lips and teeth.
and yet, despite the seemingly uncomfortable predicament you have found yourself in, you arenβt actually paying attention to the stiffness in your body, the numbness in your limbs, even the persistent throb between your legs, where your pussy drips steadily down your inner thighs onto theodoreβs plush rug amidst the vast living room. all you can feel is the sense of deep gratification at the weight of his feet resting right where the arch of your back dips, his ankles shifting and crossing whenever he wishes to get more comfortable.
being theodore nottβs footstool has never been in your job description, but fuck if itβs not the most fulfilling role youβve taken up in his life so far.
you canβt hear a single thing heβs doing, but subconsciously, you know he has his laptop settled beside him on the couch, his phone on the verge of slipping from where itβs pressed between his ear and shoulder as he curses in italian at another accountant who messed up the monthly operating budget. or maybe heβs calm and collected as he talks to one of his business partners, nursing a glass of the best whiskey money can buy, but his brow is furrowed just so to signal his strained frustration. youβve seen him in these situations many times before, and now itβs left to your imaginationβexceptionally vivid owing to the lack of any regular sensations, causing a sharp sting of arousal to jolt through your aching core every now and then.
you wish you could hear his voice, low and laced with thinly and uselesslyβfor youβdisguised exhaustion. wish you could hear him call you by your last name in one of those situations where youβre just an assistant to him, when he ignores the permanently lingering sexual tension and focuses solely on the task that needs to be done. it turns you on all the same anywayβand now youβre completely deprived.
you wish you could feel his hands on your bare skin, even a slither of it as he brushes past you in the corridor, laser set on getting to a meeting precisely on time and give a chillingly disapproving look to anyone who dares to come late. but all you can feel is the leather of his polished shoes resting against your back, where itβs already warm from the slight friction every time he moves.
you wish you could beg for him, whine and whimper and plead for him to give you somethingβeven the tiniest little bit of pleasure youβre starting to think you deserve after being a good, comfortable footstool for a whole entire hour. but itβs not about you right nowβnot when the silicone ball stretches your mouth out until youβre drooling all over your chin and that same plushness of the rug beneath you.
you canβt do anything youβve come to take for granted lately, and wonβt be able to for a while. and maybe it looks like a personal hell for anyone lucky enough to get a glimpse, but for you, it feels more like salvation.
ceo!theo didnβt expect to find love this way. in fact, he never expected to find love at all, given the mess constantly swirling inside his head and his past issues that still haunt him to this day. but the moment he steps into the small flower shop and sees the pretty florist tending to the flowers, he realises that maybe, just maybe, he still deserves a chance.
౨ৠceo!theo β a young ceo who has just inherited a large corporation from his recently deceased father and now has to rebuild it from scratch, for the empire was built on lies and his fatherβs shady antics. theo tries his best to become his own person, to come out of the shadow of his vile parent, and fights the demons of his childhood trauma that still linger at the forefront of his personality.
