#midas x reader

"so, do you always talk to strangers like this?" his voice was low, even baritone, and as smooth as the rest of him. It wasn't accusatory, merely curious, a question posed with the casual confidence of someone used to being observed.

a slow smile tugged at your lips, a silent challenge thrown back at him. you met his gaze directly. "only when they interest me as much as you do." 

he hummed, a deep sound, and a faint smile touched the corner of his lips, gone as quickly as it appeared. It was a silent acknowledgment, a subtle nod to your persistence. his eyes lingered on your face for a moment longer than necessary before he turned his head back to the sports game on the television. 

the shift in his focus was a clear signal that the conversation, for now, was over. or at least he wanted it to be.

you shook your head slightly, a playful exasperation in your movement. you weren't about to let him off the hook that easily. "not even gonna tell me your name?" you said, your voice light and teasing. you tapped your fingers against the bar, a rhythmic counterpoint to the low murmur of the bar. "give me something to work with here." It was an invitation, a refusal to be dismissed so easily. 

you wanted a hook, a thread to pull on, something to unravel the mystery of the man with the gold eyes and the perfectly tailored suit.

he didn't turn back, his attention seemingly fixed on the flickering images on the screen. he took another slow sip of his vodka, the ice clinking softly, the silence stretching between you, punctuated only by the distant shouts from the sports game and the clinking of glasses. 

you took another slow sip of your whiskey, letting the warmth spread through you as you waited. then, just as you were beginning to think he wouldn't respond, his voice drifted over to you. It was almost a murmur, barely audible above the bar's din, as if he was speaking more to the glass in his hand than to you.

"midas."

You walked around the Agency. One of the many agents working under Midas and the Ghost organization. Your white suit hugged you beautifully. The accents of gold matched the Agencies aesthetic. 

Midas seemed to just love gold. As it was apparent by his hands and touch. You smirk as you remember the last incident with him. He had come back to his office after a long day. He always seemed so gruff and angry. 

The second you entered his office he sat up. He never wanted to be seen slouching. He didn’t want anyone seeing him in any way except vigilant. He needed to be known as a stone cold leader. 

The curse he was given now seemed to aid him in his missions. Easily just turning enemies to gold. Though he could somewhat control his power he longed to just be able to touch someone. 

It seemed while his agents trusted him he noticed none would ever touch him. Not even a brush on the shoulder.

Except you. 

You’d come in and grab the papers he handed you without hesitation. Hands brushing on his cold golden ones. 

He would hide his blush by turning away in his chair and dismissing you. 

He hadn’t had someone touch him since his late wife. That was long ago. 

Jules was off somewhere else. He wished her well. 

She would not like the idea of her father with some random agent he hired. 

Or would she?

He always found himself wanting to make her happy. She was the last thing he had to be happy over.

Till you.

Now every mission seemed like a death sentence. He would send you out and desperately wait for your radio back to make sure you were okay. 

He would never show that side. He came off as cold and aggravated half the time. 

A hot kind of anger.

You’d annoy him on purpose. Giving him attitude or telling him off when you knew you were right in an argument. 

You headed down past his office. Assuming he was leaning over his desk with his brows furrowed, hands clasped together deep in thought. That’s how he was always there.

Sometimes you wondered what it would be like to just be in there with him.

Not getting in trouble for some mishap on a mission. 

Just in there with him. 

Maybe you had to admit you had a slight attraction to your boss. 

He was quite handsome. 

His tie, slender build, cold demeanor and that scowl he wore on his face. 

Oh and those tattoos.

How you ached to see the ones under his uniform. 

Good thing the second you walked past he radioed you to come into his office. 

You obliged and turned back around. 

Heading back to his office and opening the door without knocking. 

How he got so annoyed at that. 

“Forgot to knock.” His deep voice hit your ears.

“Oops habit.” A smirk tugged at your lips as you sat in the chair in front of his desk. Legs crossing slowly. He watched you cross your legs, his one good eye taking you all in. Oh how he wanted to just shove you against the wall and fuck the attitude out of you. He fought back those thoughts and rolled his eyes at your response. God how he just wanted to press his lips to your moody ones. 

“You gonna stare at me or tell me why you need me in here?” Such a sassy response. He bit his lip slightly and held his hands together. He leaned over the desk a little, his eye cold. “I called you in here so I can ask you about the most recent mission. You thought it was a good idea to seduce the Shadow guard?” His voice seethed of anger and what else was that? Jealousy? 

“Hmm it was a good idea, he fell for that sweet talk and I just flashed him. Nothing bad.” You shrugged and leaned back in your chair. He scowled at the idea of you doing that. 

“That is outrageous for you to be doing out on missions! You are a sophisticated agent, you should not be going around flashing your breast to random enemy agents!” He slammed his fist against the desk. The part where his hand met the wood turning to gold. His anger was really showing. 

You simply smiled at him. Not affected by his anger. It turned you on more than it put you off. You saw how his nose and eyes scrunched in anger, his jaw clenched and his face turned slightly red. 

“Seems someones a little jealous that they weren’t the ones getting flashed.” You bit your lip and slowly slid your leg that was  crossed over down. Spreading your legs open a little. His eye instantly traveled down and then back up. 

“Why would I be jealous of that.” He eyed you suspiciously. You sat up a little bit and leaned over. 

“You just give me a lot of reasons to think that.” You statted matter of factly as you unbuttoned your blazers single button. Popping it off and sliding it behind you on the chair. Your hands traveled up to your white dress shirt collar. Undoing its button and then traveling down, just enough to expose your bra. 

His gaze traveled down to your chest. He bit his lip ever so slightly. He had a good way of showing he didn’t care on the outside but on the inside.. God his body was churning. He could feel himself hardening in his jeans. He looked you in the eyes. “I’m not jealous of that Shadow agent.” He stood up from his chair. His imprint in his jeans is noticeable. He didn’t care right now. He wanted to show you that he in fact did not give two shits about someone else seeing you in ways he longed for. 

His body loomed over you. His head titled just enough to show off some of his tattoos better. You bit your lip and pulled your bottom lip down with your pointer finger. “Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?” A teasing remark slipped through your lips. Soon enough you found his hand gripping your chin. He leaned down to your level slightly.

“I’m not happy to see you, I'm irritated by you.” He warned in a low whisper. His lips were close to your ear and it was honestly so hot. To hear his voice even lower, your eyes flicked down to his crotch. Seemed like he was enjoying being this close to you. No matter what he says.

“Oh I'm so sorry that I irritated you.” Your hot breath hit his neck. He instinctively leaned closer. Wanting no longing for you to take this further. Despite what he says. He would deny deny deny but he truly wanted you. 

“Perhaps I could.. Irritate you more.” You kissed his jawline and slid off your dress shirt. “Unclasp my bra, I know you want to.” He groaned, the small kiss on his jawline had made him increasingly hard on worse. He gave in and unclasped your bra. “I’m doing it so you’ll leave me alone.” He lied, he wanted to see you. He wanted you. Simple as that. 

If exploring your body was a mission he would be the first one to jump on board. 

“Okay yeah, sure boss.” You hummed in fake agreement as he let himself take in your naked top half. 

God he just wanted to get these tight ass jeans off and feel any part of you around his dick. He didn’t care if it was your mouth, hands, or pussy. He just wanted you. In any way you’d let him have you. 

“Fuck you.” He groaned out as he watched you jiggle your breast. 

“Oh you wanna fuck me? You really know how to get to the point huh?” You bite your lip, tugging him closer by grabbing his tie. “Admit it Midas.. You want me. Don’t lie. It’s just me and you. No one is going to judge you for giving in. Showing a little.. Affection.” Your eyes flicked down to your lips; voice laced with lust. 

“You really are the observant agent huh?” He gave in slightly running his cold golden hands across your exposed breast. You moaned slightly as the coldness of his hand touched your nipples. He felt his body react to your noises. He himself let out a low grunt.

“You better pray that no one walks in, or your ass is in trouble.” He sneered in your ear as he picked you up. The quick sweep off your feet made you giggle slightly. 

“Oh ya? My ass is in trouble? You're gonna spank it or something.” You quipped back running a hand through his hair as he shoved things off his desk to set you down. 

“Something like that.” He nodded and grabbed your knees. Spreading your legs apart and pulling you to the edge of the table. 

He put himself between your legs and pressed his hard on up to your core. 

“Oh ya, you seem very irritated by me.” You teased and he groaned in annoyance as well as pleasure. 

“Shut up or I’ll make you shut up.” He growled in your ear. 

“How are you gonna make me?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, eyes fluttering as you asked. 

“Either I'm gonna shove my dick in your mouth or I'll kiss you so hard it bruises your lips.” He breathed on your neck, teasing you with his hot and drawn out breaths. 

“I think I like both options..” You snickered and ran your left hand up the back of his neck into his hair. He shook slightly as you ran your hand through his hair. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long..” You leaned in closer. Kissing his neck and licking over the lines of his tattoos. Following the designs with your tongue. You had never heard a man moan so slowly as him. 

“Fuck.. you’re such a damn tease.” He breathed out as his body shook from your licks and kisses on his neck. “I love your tattoos.” You said between kisses on his neck. Leaving a few hickeys. “Oops..maybe we should take off your vest and shirt.. I’d love to see all your tattoos.” You leaned back from kissing his neck. You wanted to know what the tattoos looked like fully on him. 

His response was a low moan, his head rolling back. Your hands ran down his vest and unbuttoned it. Sliding it off him in one quick motion. He was like a rag doll. 

Moving with your motions; not protesting at all.

Then his tie was off.

You took your time unbuttoning his shirt. Tattoo after tattoo coming into view. You took in every one mentally drawing out routes for your tongue to take over the patterns. You didn’t even notice how he watched you gaze at his body. Once his shirt was finally off he stood only in his dress pants. A sight to see. The outline of his dick was almost screaming to be released from its prison. 

“Fuck.. “ He whimpered.

You bit your lip gripping his chin. He looked down at you, from the angle his head was at his eyes had that pissed off look. The one that screamed: you better watch what you do. 

“Don’t give me that look, you can say you like this. You’ve made enough noises for me to know.” You teased in such a seductive tone he almost just gave in. Dropped the demeanor of trying to keep his dignity. 

Your hands traced over his shirtless body now. Fingers tracing over every line and loop of the ink that painted his body. You wondered how much pain tolerance he had. Must not be much if he can’t stand the boner in his pants for longer than 5 minutes. 

You pushed him back gently, hopping off the desk. His eyes watched as your breast jiggled from the slight jump.

You smiled up at him and looked at his chest. You kissed his shoulder. He closed his eyes as your lips traced down to his chest. You licked over his inked skin. Following the lines of the tattooed wings. Gliding your tongue over his nipples a few times to tease him. Moans escaped his lips a few times. The way you glided your tongue over him and bent down slowly. Getting lower and lower.. Fuck you were good. 

The lines of his tattoos stopped right at the him of his dress pants. You looked up at him with a teasing smile. His response was an eye roll and a lip bite. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me too.” You said it so sweetly, going to get up from the ground. 

“Fuck, just suck it.” He demanded unbuckling his belt in annoyance. Not at you but himself. He sighed a little as his belt released some of the pressure on his dick. You shook your head with a smirk. Going back down and sliding his pants to his dress shoes. 

“Oh I think I'll have fun sucking it.” Your tone was soiled with lust. You could feel yourself growing even wetter. 

You palmed him through his boxers, those beautiful moans of his escaping his lips without hesitation this time. “Don’t fucking tease or I’m just gonna fucking shove it in your mouth.” He warned, his voice sounded almost deadly. 

“Yes sir.” Your said submissively sliding off his boxers quickly. Watching as his dick sprung up. You got to work. Taking him in your mouth. Going slow to antagonize him at first. His response? Gripping your hair and shoving himself fully in your mouth. You gagged slightly but took it. After he let go you continued at a faster pace. Taking whatever you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand. His moans filled the office so loud it wouldn’t surprise you if the whole agency heard. 

Before you could feel the warmth of his cum in your mouth he pulled you off. “Get on the desk. Now.” He growled in such a low demanding voice you could feel yourself getting wetter every second. You sat back up on the desk. Legs spread slightly. He kicked off his shoes then his pants. Walking up to you. Sliding off your pants so fast you almost forgot you had them off. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to the edge. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to go on any missions for a week.” He whispered in your ear as he got closer to you. Lining himself up with your entrance before sliding in. Despite his current threat of fucking you so hard, he slid in slowly. Letting you get used to the feeling of his dick in you. 

“You gonna fuck me hard or fuck me like i’m your new virgin girl friend?” You teased grabbing his hair and pulling his head back. He grunted and slammed his hips into you. You moaned, leaning your head back before getting used to the slams. He kept up the fast pace letting out his own moans and groans. Your tongue found his neck tattoos all too quickly. Tracing over the designs. Your teeth leaving sweet love bites all over. 

“You’re so fucking.. Fuck.. I’d turn anyone into gold for you.” His voice shook in your ear. He was sweating and grabbing you so hard. “Oh yeah? Would you do anything for me baby?” You asked as you leaned closer to his face. He opened his eyes and looked at you. 

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” He offered the pet name back. You laughed quietly and kissed him softly. Countering the rough pace he was going.

You two shared a sweet and soft kiss, as the feeling of his dick ramming into you was also present. He loved how soft your lips were. How you let a few moans slip out allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth. 

Your tongues danced around each other before he pulled away. Letting out a low moan: a warning of the orgasm he was about to hit. You too let out a soft moan. He slid his cold golden hand down. Circling your clit with his pointer finger, urging you to cum. With each circle you felt yourself getting closer and closer. 

“Cum with me baby, just let it out.” He groaned his request into your ear, with that you felt your self com undone. As you hit your climax a second later he hit his. The warm cum filled you to the brim, he didn’t pull out right away. He sat for a second catching his breath. He looked even hotter here. Your arms had wrapped around his shoulders, his hair sweaty and messed up, eyes droopy from finally hitting his biggest high. 

“You were so good..Maybe i’ll put down a special mission for you to just come in here and-” 

“I’d like that.” you cut him off giving him a kiss. He closed his eyes and kissed back pulling out of you after it ended. 

He walked off to get some tissues to clean you and himself up. Afterwards you stumbled to the door. He rushed over. His tie was crooked and your suit was all wrinkled. Neither of you cared. He helped you down to your room in the upper end of the agency. 

Your fingertips held the glass gently in your hand, allowing the sparkle of the champagne to invite your empty gaze. You let out a small sigh, lifting the glass to meet your lips as you took a long sip.

You loved your husband, and these parties and events highlighted his successes and rich opportunities to grander prospects... but the small talk and side-eye gaze from other women was enough to slowly kill you. Your lip pouted as you slumped in your seat, the crackle of the fireplace being the only centering element in the room thus far until a hint of gold captured you, eyes flickering over to your husband with a knowing smile.

Midas had worn a suit, much more formal than he would have preferred... but he knew what these events took. You noticed he had given his final remarks before parting, approaching you. Midas took place behind you, each hand resting on either side of your chair as he leaned above you. "Hello, my love," he murmured in a low rumble, his voice hinting at exhaustion from the socialization... but he always made time to speak with you. "Quite exciting over here, isn't it?" He spoke sarcastically, making you roll your eyes and gently slap his arm.

"Just riveting," you spoke back, the both of you shooting back snarky remarks. Midas lifted his hands from the chair, walking to the side of you before gently caressing the nape of your neck. You shivered. "I'm tired of sitting pretty." You spoke as politely as you could, knowing your status was purely to make Midas look good... though, he denied it through his sincere devotion to you.

"Can't be too tiring if you're lovely all the time." he gave a soft smile before breaking his gaze from you, eyes scanning the party. Everyone seemed well-occupied, chatting over fine platters and tipsy cocktails. A sigh left him, chest rising and falling noticeably.

You kept your gaze on him, pouting before leaning more into his touch. "Do we have to stay?" You asked, voice hushed but loud enough for only Midas to hear. A smirk flickered over his lips as he looked down at you, his expression almost condescending.

"Why? Can't take another hour?" Midas knew his effect of teasing you, hand still caressing the nape of your neck as you nodded. He hummed in response, parting his gaze from you once more to look over the party. "A moment, my love." His hand parted from you before it slid down your arm, lifting your hand to gently kiss your knuckles... and before you knew it, your husband was gone.

You groaned, frustrated at his empty words as you leaned against the palm of your hand... not too long after, you rose from your seat and approached a table. If you were going to stay for a little while longer, you figured you could make the most of it.

Giving a small smile, a taller—quite attractive—man shared a table with you. He raised an eyebrow.

"Y/n, I presume?" He spoke, voice full of uncertainty... you nodded. "Was wondering what an angel like you was doing at a party like this." A chuckle escaped him as you laughed back, cocking your hip out as you leaned against the table now. Advantage taken.

"Angel? You flatter," Tongue laced with false flirtation and interest, you continued the conversation... hoping you could speak loud enough for your husband to hear. "You must be? Ren, right?" You asked in question, observing his egotistical written name in his coat.

"Correct," he spoke, crossing his arms with a smirk. You felt a certain disgust rise up in your throat, but you choked it down... whatever you could do to get back at your husband and leave.

"I've heard of you," you spoke, a smile approaching your lips to appear as innocent as you could. You leaned up, pointing at him with your glass. "You worked for my husband a while back!" You beamed.

Before you could notice, Midas' ears pricked up, scanning the room for your face once more. His gaze darkened once he found you talking to another man; flirting with another man. He noticed it in the way you leaned in, your hand grazing the lining of his coat, the cock of your hip... his heart raced with an all-familiar fury. Midas was quick to excuse himself from his current conversation, his exit replaced with a hushed inquiry from his guests.

The sound of your husband's footsteps was enough to send shivers down your spine, your eyes widened a bit as his hand immediately found the small of your back. "Evening," he spoke, poisonous. You looked up at him, he wore a fake smile with an even faker tone. Bingo.

Ren froze up, a smile forced on his lips as he nodded his head in response. "Midas," his voice dropped to something more formal, stiffening his posture before placing his half-finished drink down and stole a glance at his watch. "Quite the party... but I’m afraid I must leave." He gave a quick smile before brushing down his coat.

"Yes, you must." His command ruled over Ren's decision, Midas' gaze boring into his before rushing out the door... what reputations do to a man.

Before you could react, Midas' hand fell from your back to your hips, tightening his grip before you could slip away. "Not so fast," he whispered, causing you to sigh and straighten your posture, avoiding his gaze. Midas continued to guide you with his arm wrapped around your waist, disappearing beyond a wall and away from the others. "What was that?" He looked down at you, watching as you fumbled and played with your fingers.

"We were just talking," you whispered, feigning innocence with that pretty little voice of yours. “I can sit pretty but can’t have a conversation?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes, raising a brow. Midas knew how you were acting, and he knew precisely how to straighten that out.

“Having a conversation is different than leaning over a table and running your hands over his chest,” His voice was low, eyes lidded over with something darker… you bit your lip as you leaned against the wall, pouting… but just when you began raising your hand towards his chest, he grabbed your wrist. “Don’t.” He warned. You tilted your head.

“Why not?” You shot back, furrowing your brows as Midas grabbed you by both if your wrists and pinned them above your head… his leg slotting perfectly between your thighs.

“Want to find out? You brought me this far, why not finish what you started?” Midas knew just how to bring you towards that tempting edge—you judged it by the thrum of your heart, the heat beating against your body as you shared hot breath. You let out a small whimper, biting your lip. Midas smirked, brushing nose-to-nose as his lips barely grazed yours. “Sounds like it.” Before you could properly think, your lips clashed with his, your husband letting out a small groan… you had him wrapped around your pretty finger.

The two of you were barely hidden behind a wall on the way to the upstairs story… thankfully, no one was impolite enough to snoop beyond the corridor. Midas was fit perfectly between you, one leg rubbed against your inner thigh as you rubbed down against him… he noticed this, parting from your glossed lips as you let out a small gasp for air. Midas was just as drunk off of you as you were on him.

“Quiet,” He demanded, locking eyes with you as his fingertips grazed your hip and further down your black dress. Your husband’s hand was held dangerously close to your panties, the pool of arousal coating his fingers with one swift movement. You hiccup, a low chuckle leaving his throat. “Angel. Quiet.” You bit your lip, nodding obediently as he nodded with you… that small gesture of praise enough to send you over.

Midas’ hands continued to explore the thin fabric beneath your dress, rubbing your clothed pussy with his thumb as he towered over you. His touch was intoxicating, the hush of the party just a wall yonder exciting you as you arched your back slightly. Your husband smiled, pleased with your expression alone. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” Upon hearing his praise, you whimpered in response, bliss washing over you as his hand move up to slip two fingers in your panty line. As his linked fingers held the fabric, he slowly motioned downward, on his knees as he kept eye contact with you. You were now completely exposed to him.

You squirmed, hips swaying before his hands gripped your hips. “Shh.” You knew your husband too well to not notice the risks he takes… this being one of them.

Letting the fabric fall down to your feet, his hands ran up your sides to grip your hips, breaking eye contact as his tongue slithered between your folds. Threatening to make noise, you held a hand at your lips, eyes shut closed as you pushed your hips closer to his mouth. Midas took that as invitation as his tongue ran circles around your clit, causing you to let out a small gasp. Midas’ hand massaged just above your hip, his silent moans muffled by your cunt… the coldness of the gold that painted his hands caused you to shiver.

You soon felt his right hand slowly fall from your hip, the other one stabilizing you while the other found your entrance… furthermore, he began to tease you as his middle finger slowly pushed in and out, causing you to whine. “F…fuck, Midas, just…” you begged, voice hardly audible and cracked. Midas hummed in response, knowing just what his wife wanted.

Your chest hiccuped once his two fingers began to work you open, his tongue busy lapping at your clit while you depended on him to keep your balance. His pace began to quicken, the heat blooming at your stomach began to knot up… your hips bucked against him, causing Midas to smile while he worked up the pace. Your head dropped, your hair falling in front of your face as tears began to prickle in the corners of your eyes.

Your hand was laced in his hair, gripping it with a fistful as he moaned against you… the feeling of your pleasure against his tongue and the pain of your touch enough to drive him dizzy.

Your dress was rolled up against the top of your thighs, Midas’ own doing from his wandering hands… he needed to feel you, all of you… and the way he sucked and kissed your puffy cunt you was enough evidence to show.

Your chest rose and fell, your breath quickening while your husband’s hands slowed and accelerated at your misery… your hand began to fall from your lips, a moan slipping, causing Midas to groan in response… your back arched as you felt your walls tighten around his fingers, releasing as he drank every last drop of your arousal.

Drunk off of your pleasure, you let out a small whimper, head dropping to look your darling husband in the eye. His mouth parted from between your legs, saliva and your release coating his nose and mouth making you flush. Midas let out a low chuckle, a smug smile painted across his face as he licked his lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he grumbled, lifting from his knees before his hand hooked beneath your chin, kissing you to get a taste of your own. It was slow and passionate, and your taste alone was enough to feel the returning pulse between your legs. Your husband broke away from the kiss, his tongue sliding over your lip. “Do you forgive me?” He asked, a hint of sincerity laced with his words despite his sarcastic manner. You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“Gonna take more than that.” You spoke, Midas taking the dark look in your eyes as a challenge… you let out a small gasp as your husband hooked his arms beneath your knees, lifting you bridal style as he began to walk upstairs. “What are you doing?” Disbelief changing your once blissed expression, yet Midas shrugged, despite the booming party below them.

“You said you wanted more, doll…”

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Midas has been fucking your poor little cunt for the past, god had it been an hour already? His cock head was spearing into your cervix, the pain being masked by the pleasure of him dragging along your g-spot.

Your arms were so fucking sore, hands tied behind your back as midas was quite literally pounding into you. Your face was smashed against the pillow, tears and drool staining it.

"Such a nice little fuck toy, god the Agency was so good for transferring you to this location," cold, gold coated hands roughly dig into your hips as Midas continues to sloppily fuck your cunt.

You hear Midas chuckle, before he takes your knees and lays you flat on your stomach, and then proceeds to mount you, guiding his already slick cock straight back into your hole.

He's somehow now instead grinding continuously against your g-spot, his balls slapping against your slick clit and providing a delicious yet almost not enough amount of stimulation on the sweet little bundle of nerves.

Midas' hands now grab the fat of your ass, pulling them apart so he can see how his cock keeps filling you over and over again. You're practically deranged with how well he's filling you, his cock hitting every single angle just right, and with the new position his cock is kissing your cervix now, not spearing into it.

Some sex addled part of your brain is a little sad about it, if you were still in your previous position, his cum would flow directly into your womb, making you oh so nice and full of your bosses seed and maybe even getting you knocked up.

The reasonable part of your brain pushes that out, however. You're deliriously crying, the pleasure becoming almost too much while he's still wildly rutting into you.

A somewhat depraved chuckle leaves Midas, and he's now fucking you even faster and harder, and you glance back at him to see a wild smirk on his face as he ruts into you.

He leans over, just hovering above your ear. "Oh I'm gonna fill this sweet cunt up, wouldn't that make you so happy? So swollen with my kids, everyone will know your pussy belongs to me, they'll know how good your boss breeds you, keep fucking this tight hole until you can't take it anymore. Maybe I'll use you as my little housewife, god think of cute you'd look in a little apron with nothing under," he's rambling now, thrusts becoming so sloppy and fast you're becoming out of breath from the sheer force he's using.

"F-fuck Midas..." you're so desperately trying to whimper out a protest, god he's your boss for fucks sake, you can't let him of all people knock you up! "Midas... pull out, can't cum insi-"

You're quickly cut off by him biting into your neck harshly and rutting into your wet heat, loud pounding of his pelvis hitting your ass blocking out any protests.

"Oh you stupid bitch, you think you get a say? This pussy of yours is mine, and I decide where I cum, and it just so happens I wanna fill this pussy up day and night, make you such a good little cum hole for me,"

You gasp, feeling his thrusts speed up as he maneuvers a hand underneath you both, his fingers furiously rubbing at your clit.

"When I cum inside of you, you're gonna cum with me, let me feel your cunt milk my cock and beg to be bred like the little slut you are for me,"

Those words shouldn't turn you ok, you should be disgusted, mortified even, but the white hot flash of your orgasm proves you couldn't care less. You hear a loud groan behind you before the sticky substance of Midas' cum is filling you to the brim, the tip of his cock pressed right into your cervix and shooting his seed directly into your womb.

As you both come down from your highs, Midas lays on top of you and gives you a sweet peck to the side of your face.

"You okay? That was pretty intense," he asks, checking in on you. You deliriously smile up at him, giggling a bit.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fairly sweet, Midas just wants you to feel safe and be taken care of. He will wipe you down with a warm wet cloth and make sure you're feeling okay before moving onto other things.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Midas loves your hips, absolutely loves them. He likes to grab them, feeling your soft flesh beneath his fingers and squeezing them as he pounds into you. But Midas adores your whole body, he just particularly favors your hips.

On himself? Its his hands. I mean, why wouldn't it be? He loves his ability to turn things to gold, obviously. His hands aren't small either, he loves touching things, especially you. And along with his ability for gold, he adores marking you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves cumming inside of you, absolutely adores the feeling of your fleshy walls squeeze around him as he bursts inside of you. That is, if you are okay with it.

He doesn't mind cumming on your belly or lower back, depending on position. Hes quick to clean you up however, doesn't want you to be covered in his seed for extended periods of time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes using his gun—on safety lock, and if he has the time it wont be loaded. He likes trailing the metal across your body… coating it in your slick.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hes fairly experienced, he knows what hes doing. I mean just look at him? Hes been around. Though he still learns things, what you like, how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes having you at the edge of the bed—or desk while you're on your back. He likes the power of looking down at you, your body. He has easy access to trail his hands over you, or his mouth.

He also likes cowgirl, he likes watching you bounce on him, especially if you're wearing his hat (in the outlaw era). He likes gripping your hips and watching your breasts bounce with each roll of your hips. And when your legs get tired, he loves pounding up into you, taking control and watching the way he ruins you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Hes a mix of both. Hes pretty serious during the moment, unless hes teasing you. Both before and after he can be silly. Like if you've discovered marks you didn't know he placed on you, he will have the biggest smirk on his face.

Making love is different, he will be very serious but may break some humor.

He is very serious in the beginning of the relationship, but as time goes on, that's when he gets more silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hes well maintained, neatly trimmed. He doesn't have a full on bush but he does keep hair there. Not bare but not a large amount either.

However, outlaw era might not have the time to maintain himself like that. So, expect a fair amount, but he will try to keep it from getting super crazy.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is fairly intimate. He loves to please you, make sure you're happy. Hes especially intimate for more loving sessions.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really jack off, he has you of course. However, if hes far away and has that need, he will, wishing it were your fleshy walls instead.

If you're not in the mood, hes okay with that, he respects you and doesn't really care about getting himself off. If he really needs release, he'll go somewhere private and relieve himself, but that's very rare for him.

Before being with you, or even before he met you, he pleased himself fair enough.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

His clothes on you— epically his hat during outlaw era. Loves seeing you ride him in his hat, or shirts for that matter.

Praise and worship. He loves to praise you, to please you, telling you how pretty you are, how good you feel. He loves to worship your body and gets off solely on the way he makes you feel.

Cockwarming. He likes when hes buried inside you without moving. Likes it when you sit on him when hes in his office finishing up work, during agency era. He also likes cuddling like this, with you around him like that.

Hairpulling, he likes it when you tug on his hair, when hes rutting into you, biting at your neck and you tug. Or when hes feasting upon you and you're grabbing fistfuls of him in bliss.

Hes not the kinkiest, but is down to try new things.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He highly prefers the bedroom, its comfortable, private, and has everything you two may need.

He also likes his office, when you come to him, or he calls you to him. Either having you bounce on him in his chair. Or having papers scattered about as you're sprawled out on his desk, his mouth feasting upon you or pounding you into oblivion.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As soon as you're up for it, when you need him, hes ready to go. But even just the thought of how good you feel will get him worked up too. He also likes when you tease him, giving him longer touches and longing glances across the room? Be ready for him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Absolutely no blood, from pain. He doesn't mind feasting upon you or burying himself inside if you're on your cycle. But he wont cut you—ever. As soon as its purposely drawing blood, he won't do it.

Slapping your face, he wont do it. He doesn't want to degrade you, you're a human being and he wants you to feel that way.

Anything that's causing you great harm, it's a no.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers going down on you. Making you feel good drives him, he finds pleasure in YOU finding the pleasure. The way you taste on his tongue, each lick from him making you squirm.

Hes very good at it too, and knows exactly what you like. He picks up body cues and the sounds from your lips. Hes such a munch.

Though he highly enjoys eating you, he wont shy away from you going down on him. He enjoys your lips wrapped around his length. And if you're comfortable, he loves it when hes buried down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hes slow ish while making love, if its special occasions, the beginning of your relationship or just times when he wants to really feel it out, its special.

Though for the most part, hes fastish, not super fast but enough where you're both panting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hes down for quickies.

Depending on the era you both have more quickies then full on sessions.

Agency? You both definitely have the time for full on sessions. But if its outlaw time, its definitely more quickies. Time is scarce, always busy and on the run.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hes down for risk, nothing too extreme, but hes down. Hes okay for semi public, but never outright public. And he won't try anything that puts your lives on the line—like a gun not locked and full of bullets.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts a fair amount of time, making sure you're satisfied before allowing himself to spill inside you. Depending on the time you two may have, and the pent up tension, he can definitely go multiple rounds, with breaks between sessions.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He never owned toys before you, being satisfied enough with his hands. But after being with you, and wanting to bring more pleasure to the bedroom, definitely. Vibrators of course, he loves. His favorite is the wand, he loves having it on your clit as he pounds into you, bringing you intense pleasure.

He doesn't own toys for himself, unless you want to try something for him, sure. Maybe even a cockring.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Midas likes to tease, if he has the patience for it. he likes hearing you beg and squirm. But he doesn't like taking away your pleasure, he wants it to be fun, not cruel and dragging it out.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn't shy to make noise. Hes not exactly loud, but isn't ashamed to let out grunts and pants as he pounds into you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

LOVES marking you with his gold. Its his favorite thing. Seeing your skin with smudges and handprints of gold? Please, it drives him wild. It's his mark, his claim, only he has the ability to do that to you. You are his, and always will be.

Though it was scary when it first happened, he didn't mean for it to happen, so pussy drunk he accidentally let his golden touch spread. Though, you both soon discovered that it doesn't cause harm, and isn't permanent.

His golden marks take at most a few weeks to fade, depending on how much there is. It's not uncomfortable and doesn't have any negative effect on you. It's essentially apart of your flesh.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Hes got a generous length, but not overwhelming. Hes also thickish, he fills you perfectly. Id say about 6 inches erect.

Hes also cut, I just feel like he would be cut!

And we've seen him shirtless, midsummer Midas? Those tattoos, mpgh. Also, if he flexes his abdomen, you can see his abs. Hes fairly strong but not buff of course.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

A few times a week, depending on moods and such for both parties. He doesn't have a low drive, he loves you. And the thought of you alone makes him wanna be with you in that way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on time of day. If its night and you two are going to sleep anyway, hes somewhat quick to pass out after hes taken care of you.

If its other times during the day, and you both have time to sleep—like noon for example. He wont fall asleep as quickly but will eventually.

Your mind is too floaty to understand the gravity of your current situation fully. It's wet, hot and messy. Midas’ chest is heaving with each harsh intake of air, his golden hands resting on your hips.

Your knees have gone numb a while ago but it doesn't matter when Midas is the one who’s lifting and guiding your hips over his. Your arms are resting on his shoulders as Midas moves your hips for you.

His hands were cold, in contrast to your heated skin. His low groans were slowly turning into laboured moans muffled against your neck. His office was the best and the worst spot to have sex, but his desires got the better of him.

He can’t help himself when you’re prancing around in your fitted clothes, moving from one task to another like it was nothing. His lips found yours again, swallowing down each hiccuped moan you let out. You helplessly grind yourself into him, shuddering as his tip presses into your sweet spots.

Midas grunts, standing up abruptly. He places you on his desk after swiping the papers off of it. His hands clutch at your thighs, holding you open as he relentlessly thrusts his aching cock into your tight heat.

You blindly hold onto the edge of his desk, letting him push and pull you to his whims. With a harsh knock on his office door to interrupt the harsh sounds of skin on skin and moans, Midas lets out an annoyed groan.

Without missing a beat, he steadily takes the recoil from firing a bullet into his door. The bang made you jolt, clenching around his dick even tighter. Midas trails the now warm barrel of his gun down your body; from your cheek to your lips, to your neck and stomach, letting the nozzle of his pistol rest below your belly button.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetheart. No one will bother us for a little while longer.”