#tadeo x reader

Note: this is a gift for my Thaddeus lovers‼️🌚 This will be the last update for the time being, I'll be back soon. Love you all💋

*Inspired by chapter 59*

Cw: slow burn,nsfw,mdom,mdni

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Steamy Lesson

The cold breeze envelopes you into the timeless nights of Kowloon Hell as your mind races back to the events that led you here.

It all began on that island—an isolated stretch of land where the D-rankers were gathered for testing. The mission was simple: survive or be slaughtered. But it was there, between the chaos and bloodshed, that you and Thaddeus crossed paths.

It was on that island that you asked Thaddeus to be your teacher. Watching him fight stirred something deep within you—his combat skills were both terrifying and mesmerizing, leaving you in awe while also sending a chill of fear through your veins.

You glance around. The training area is secluded, hidden beneath the shadow of a ruined building. The growing darkness of dusk makes the atmosphere unsettling.

The name of this city, after all, is spot on. It does look quite like hell.

"Are you ready, little one?" And there he is, with his annoying little smirk.

You couldn't stand him. How could you?

He's an asshole pretending to be a goody two-shoes. You can't wrap your head around the fact that everyone finds him fun to be around.

He's just a little brat, walking around like the world belongs to him.

That smile of his, the one that always lingers on his lips, as if he's holding some secret he refuses to share, makes your blood boil. It's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, teasing you as if he finds your irritation amusing, as if your every reaction were a game to him.

You hated how effortlessly he seemed to get under your skin. It's maddening. If only he'd stop dragging you into his twisted games. But no, he's always there—the more you try to ignore him, the more it feels like he's just waiting to prove you wrong.

And now that you've spent even more time together, as if it were possible, Thaddeus seemed even more irritating. The tension between you two is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, charging every movement, every breath. The training sessions were a constant reminder of the fine line between hate and desire.

Several weeks had passed since your first lesson together. You remembered his words:

"I won't be a gentle teacher," Thaddeus said. "I will push all your limits. You'll learn discipline and perseverance."

And it was very much the truth. He did, in fact, break all your boundaries and limits—not that it was a bad thing. He's a good teacher; he just has a very unique and questionable way of teaching.

But it was worth it. You made great progress.

"Today you'll fight me," Thaddeus snapped you out of your thoughts, throwing some bands at you to wrap around your hands. "Should we make a bet, doll face?" His languid smile threw you off. You were startled by this sudden change of behavior; his eyes sparked with mischievousness.

"What kind of bet?" you asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was just another one of his twisted mind games, where he is the only one to take pleasure from ruining others.

"If I win," Thaddeus continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "you'll have to follow my orders for the next week. No questions, no complaints."

Your mind racing as you weighed your options. Thaddeus wasn't the type to lose, and the thought of being under his orders unsettled you. But then again, you had no intention of letting any weakness show

"And if I win?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing tension.

Thaddeus’s grin widened, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "If you win, I'll leave you alone for the same amount of time. No games, no tricks, just peace."

It sounded alluring .Too good to be true.

A rare opportunity to be free of his manipulation, but something inside you told you it was a trap.

"What’s the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled softly"No catch, doll. But you'll have to earn it."

The Apostle assumes a combat stance, smirking quietly to himself.

He revels in your reactions; they ignite a dark, dangerous fire within him that he can't quite comprehend. That relentless, stubborn attitude of yours drives him to the edge, making him eager to break you—body and soul—in more ways than one.

"Let's see what you got, doll face," he says mockingly.

This will be interesting, he thinks to himself.

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic thud of your shoes against the ground.

Thaddeus’s eyes gleamed with that familiar playfulness as he took his stance once again.

"You can’t even keep up with the basics," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as you struggled to block one of his kicks.

"Still think you’re ready for this?" His gaze pierced right through you.

"Shut up, asshole." With a fierce grunt, you lunged forward, aiming to land a punch.

"Oh~" he chuckled. "You shouldn't run your mouth. I'm your teacher, doll face," he said, dismissing your attempts to hit him.

Thaddeus came closer, positioning himself behind you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Here, let me help you." His lips brushed against your ear, his whisper low and husky, his hands landing on your waist to correct your form.

The heat from his touch seared through your body, as if it burned you. You flinched but didn’t pull away.

"Relax... you're too tense," he murmured, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Thaddeus noticed your reaction and smiled to himself, pleased. He relished the power—even if minimal—that he held over you.

He enjoyed toying with your senses—he squeezed your waist, light yet possessing, before letting go.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected you.

"Let's try it again."

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Your body was on fire, every muscle screaming from the relentless pace. You knew Thaddeus was toying with you, deliberately letting you get close enough to think you might land a hit—only to dodge at the last moment. But his movements were smooth, almost predatory. You were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat, but neither of you was willing to admit defeat.

But just as you lunged one last time, your movements faltering for a split second, his hand shot out, catching your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, Thaddeus had you pinned against the wall. As you looked up at him, time seemed to stretch, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

"Looks like I won," his tall figure towering over you, making you feel tiny and vulnerable.

"Get off, weird glasses," you said, trying to sound indifferent, as if you weren't at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nope, I don't think I will."Thaddeus's voice was soft, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you could feel his pulse beating against your own, matching the erratic rhythm of your heart.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to escape his grasp. You tried to shift, to use your body weight to your advantage, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, Thaddeus," you spat, venom lacing your voice, though even you could hear the uncertainty beneath it.

"Tch, tch, tch," he murmured, lowering his head. "I'm the one who won the bet, pretty little thing."

It was the confirmation you’d dreaded: all of this was a trap. He had you exactly where he wanted.

Thaddeus traced a finger slowly down your jawline, then lifted your chin with deliberate tenderness. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the light brush of his lips against yours, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if he might kiss you. The mere possibility twisted your stomach.

But no. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours.

Thaddeus, clearly delighted by your reaction, let out a soft chuckle—a mocking, dark sound.

"You're a challenge, doll face," he whispered, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "And I like challenges."

His gaze searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t quite name.

Hate? Desire? Hunger?

"I’ll kiss you," he said abruptly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned your head, as if the movement could banish the turmoil rising inside you. "No," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You wanted it—and the thought maddened you.

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, savoring the sight of your flustered expression. "Yes," he said, and before you could protest further, his lips crashed against yours.

This was no gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, possessive—an expression of all the unspoken tension between you.

Thaddeus held you with one of his large hands, pinning you in place, while the other slid down to your waist.

Every instinct in your body urged you closer to him.

Thaddeus softly pulls away, his lips brushing gently over your lower lip before he breaks the kiss.

"I knew you wanted this as much as I do," he murmurs, the words lingering in the air between you. A shiver runs through you at his certainty, and it makes you painfully aware of the truth you've been hiding—how much you've pretended not to feel, how much you've denied the pull of his presence.

You meet his gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effects he has over you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hate you," you snap, the words laced with frustration—anger not just at him, but at the burning, forbidden desire that threatens to unravel you.

Thaddeus's lips curl into a knowing smile, a low chuckle escaping him. He sees right through the mask you’ve so carefully constructed.

"Hate me all you want, doll face. But you’re still here, aren’t you?"

He didn't need you to say it out loud:the kiss has told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just a fleeting game anymore.

"Show me how much you hate me," he says, smirking knowingly. But you don’t have time to respond before his lips meet yours once more.

He lifts you effortlessly, without breaking the kiss—everything about him is too easy, too confident. It feels almost natural to be in his arms, as if this is exactly where you belong.

He sets you down gently on the weathered table, positioning himself between your legs.

A surge of irritation courses through you, and before you can stop it, your teeth sink into his lower lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The sharp, metallic taste fills your mouth, but it’s quickly drowned by the heat of his mouth on yours.

Thaddeus hisses, his breath sharp and shallow but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightens around you, his body pressing closer, his heat seeping into every inch of you. “You have no idea how much I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark...sending a shiver of something you refuse to name spiraling down your spine.

The words vibrate through you, igniting a hunger that you try desperately to suppress. But with each movement, each breath, you feel yourself unraveling further, helpless against the pull of his touch, the ache in your chest that makes it harder and harder to remember why you hate him so much.

With a kiss that mirrors the intensity of his passion, he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head to expose the soft curve of your neck. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, "You drive me insane," before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting, suckling—marking you.

Thaddeus hums softly to himself, savoring the sight of his marks upon you—so innocent,so delicate. It stirs something primal and visceral within him, a deep, aching hunger that refuses to be ignored.

In the back of his mind, clouded by desire, a thought urges him to stain you further, to make you submit to him. Only to him.

Thaddeus stands over you, breathing heavily.You’ve both crossed a line now. His touch, his words—there's no escaping it.

"You're mine now," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice dark but oddly tender as his gaze softens just enough to make your heart skip.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with authority.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze on you; however, your head tells you to follow his instructions to please him.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking up at him as if you were a puppy waiting for its owner's praise.

He smiles, pleased with your obedience, his eyes tracing every subtle movement you make. Then, without warning, he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes your mouth as you take in the thickness of his fingers.

"That's it," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He begins to move, his fingers deepening inside your mouth. "Yes, good puppy," he praises, his tone dark and laced with dominance, amazed by how effortlessly you submit to him.

His breath quickens, each inhale sharp and shallow, as the heat between you intensifies.

The warmth of your mouth, the sight of your complete submission, and the way your tongue swirls around his fingers—it's almost too much for him to bear.

He pulls his coated fingers from your mouth, bringing them slowly to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, dark with lust and intensity, as he licks them clean, savoring the taste of you.

You almost whine in protest but then,realization hits you.

What the fuck just happened?!

You push him away with all your strengths

The pull between you is undeniable. You're tangled up in his world, in his games.

You turn around facing him once more.

"I hate you," you whisper, but the words feel empty now.He already knows the truth.

And with that awareness you storm out the training area.

The kiss, the tension, the games—this isn't over. Not yet.

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Note: decided to give my baby sum hype💋🙈

Cw: slightly nsfw, intrusion

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A feather caress

You were lying in bed, relaxing after a stressful day.

You closed your eyes as you took deep breaths, trying to clear your mind.The moonlight was illuminating your room.

Suddenly the windows in your room opened violently and there he was.... Standing nonchalantly against the wall.

-: Wha-What the hell?!How did you get in?!

You say sitting up, gripping the covers tightly.

Thaddeus grinned mischievously as he walked over to your bed.

-: Don't worry about that, I have my ways, little one

Sitting on the edge of your bed,he reaches to caress your cheek.

He leaned in closer, slowly pushing you down onto your back.

His voice dropping to a low whisper...as if he was sharing a secret,...a dangerous one.

:-You know.... you're always on my mind

Your heart raced as his fingers traced your features softly...He trails a finger down your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.

Thaddeus chuckles darkly, admiring how you react to his touch.

:- I could do so much more to you,

he whispers seductively, his voice dripping with promise.

His touch felt like a sweet slow torture.

He leaned closer,you could feel his hot breath against you...he brushed his lips against yours slowly...you closed your eyes,giving in to the desire.

His lips felt like a feather caress

-: not yet,- he whispered.

And just like that he disappeared...

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A - Artistic: Thaddeus has a surprising talent for sketching, often expressing his emotions through intricate drawings that he keeps to himself. He actually keeps a little sketchbook in his pocket. It's one of the many little secrets he has.

B - Bold: Thaddeus doesn’t shy away from making his intentions clear. If he’s attracted to you, he won’t waste time playing games. His confidence is magnetic, and he knows how to make you feel like the center of his world with just a look or a playful, suggestive remark.

C - Charming: Despite his rough edges, Thaddeus has a certain charm that makes him hard to dislike, especially when he’s being sarcastic or playful. He knows for a fact how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. He knows how to work a room and isn’t afraid to show a little bit of his more playful, daring side.

D - Deep Thinker: Beneath his tough exterior, Thaddeus often reflects on life’s deeper meanings and struggles, though he rarely shares these thoughts with others. He has a tendency to overthink people’s actions and words due to his tough past.

E - Empath: He may not show it outwardly, but Thaddeus cares deeply about those close to him and can be surprisingly empathetic when they’re in need.

F - Funny Durian: Thaddeus loves to make people laugh, but his jokes tend to be a bit sharp or dark, matching his more cynical side. His teasing can range from sweet to sarcastic, but it’s always done in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to keep things lighthearted, even when things are a little serious.

G - Glutton: Thaddeus loves candy. When he feels sad, he eats a bunch of sweet treats. His favorite candy is Tanghulu (that's a fact ATP XD), a Chinese fruit skewer coated in a clear, hardened sugar syrup.

H - Heated: When things get heated, whether it’s a heated argument or a more intimate encounter, Thaddeus dives in fully. There’s no holding back when he’s in the mood; he gives everything with a fervor that makes every touch feel even more electrifying.

I - Independent: Thaddeus values his independence and often pushes away help, preferring to handle things on his own. He looks for people who think with their own heads and are independent as well.

J - Jealousy: Thaddeus’s jealousy manifests in a darker, possessive way. While he usually maintains control, when he feels threatened, he becomes extremely territorial. Thaddeus doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, and his jealousy can turn into a quiet, smoldering rage that he keeps hidden, biding its time until the right moment to strike.

K - Kindness in Disguise: Beneath his rough exterior, Thaddeus is capable of great kindness, though it’s often hidden under layers of sarcasm or gruffness.

L - Loyal: Once someone earns Thaddeus’s trust, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to protect them. He would even go out of his way to protect and cherish them.

M - Mysterious: Thaddeus often keeps things about himself shrouded in mystery, leaving others to guess his true feelings or intentions. He finds it difficult to let people into his heart and mind.

N - NSFW: Thaddeus has a playful side to him, especially when he’s feeling mischievous. He knows just how to make you blush with barely more than a few words. Whether it’s the way he whispers something naughty or the way his hands linger just a little too long, he knows how to stir up desire and leave you craving more.

O - Observant: Thaddeus is highly observant, catching details that others might overlook. It makes him excellent at reading people. He pays a lot of attention to details, even if they seem small and insignificant.

P - Protective: He’s incredibly protective of those he cares about, even if it means putting himself in harm's way. He goes to extreme lengths to protect those he loves, even if it means doing things that appear twisted or questionable in nature. When he’s really into someone, he has this way of holding you close, as if he doesn't want to let you go, and he’s not shy about it.

Q - Quick-Witted: Thaddeus is quick on his feet with sharp comebacks and clever remarks, often using humor to deflect from uncomfortable situations.

R - Rebellious: Thaddeus doesn’t like being told what to do and often goes against authority or societal expectations just for the sake of it.

S - Sexy Time: There’s a roughness to Thaddeus, a raw intensity that makes everything about him feel a little more dangerous. That, makes him sexy. This is part of his appeal—it makes him seem unpredictable, like you never quite know what he’ll do next, which is both thrilling and alluring. His physical appearance obviously plays a big part.

T - Touch Starved: Thaddeus may have difficulty sharing his emotions and feelings, but he loves physical contact, especially when in a relationship. He would find any excuse to touch them and have them close to him. He likes the feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers. He may, from time to time, appear clingy, but that's only because he's deeply devoted to you. Thaddeus is surprisingly affectionate in his own way, though it’s often more intense and possessive than soft.

U - Unpredictable: You never quite know what Thaddeus will do next, which makes him both exciting and difficult to deal with. He's an adventurer at heart, always looking for new challenges and to explore new horizons.

V - Vengeful: When wronged, Thaddeus has a tendency to seek revenge, especially if someone has hurt those he cares about.

W - Wounded: Thaddeus carries old emotional scars, and they occasionally bubble to the surface, making him act out in ways that confuse others. That's why he often isolates himself and finds it difficult to open up and make true friends.

X - X-rated: Thaddeus has a secretive, sultry side that he rarely lets anyone see. When he's feeling particularly confident or drawn to someone, he becomes a master of subtle flirtation—using his words, his gaze, and his body language to send messages that are anything but innocent. His charm can be dangerously persuasive, and though he keeps this side of him tightly under wraps, when it comes out, it’s intense, often leaving people both intrigued and a little flustered. He’s fully aware of his effect on others, but he enjoys the control it gives him, knowing he can get under someone’s skin without ever saying a word.

Y - Yearning for Something More: Thaddeus secretly longs for a deeper connection with others, but he’s too proud or afraid to admit it. In romance, he looks for a long-lasting relationship where trust and loyalty are mutual and unconditional.

Z - Zoning Out: Thaddeus has a tendency to zone out when he’s deep in thought or processing his emotions, especially when he's feeling overwhelmed or conflicted. During these moments, he can become incredibly distant and unresponsive to those around him, sometimes losing track of time.

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Note:This is a gift for my naughtiest Thaddeus lovers😝

Cw:nsfw,mdni,mdom, slightly yandere,fsub, jealousy, power/size play, degradation,spanking,orgasm denial, after care

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Beneath his touch

Two hours.

Two damn hours since your last message, claiming you'd be home in five minutes.

"Five my ass," Thaddeus muttered, refreshing your chat over and over.The repetitive tapping of his fingers on the phone screen echoed through the quiet room. Each refresh felt like a punch of impatience. The air seemed to hum with his irritation, thickening around him like a storm about to break.

This time, he wasn’t going to let it slide.

The front door cracked open, and Thaddeus remained standing in the dim glow of the living room, his eyes fixed on the figure stumbling inside. The sound of your heels clicking against the pavement was sharp in the quiet. He watched as you drunkenly shrugged off your jacket. He glanced at the clock: 4:45 AM...

You were late—too late. His fingers clenched into fists, and the tension in his jaw was unmistakable.

"Had fun playing dress-up?" His voice was low, sarcastic, trembling with anger—and something more he couldn’t quite control.

"Oh my God! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" you exclaimed, jumping at the sudden sound of his voice filling the room.

Thaddeus studied you as you shrugged off your jacket. His gaze flickered over your dress. It was too much—too tight, too revealing, a constant reminder of how others would be looking at you. The dress hugged your curves in a way that made his stomach tighten. Part of him was mesmerized by your beauty, always confident and smiling. But the darker part of him wanted to lash out at anyone who dared to look at you the way he did. Why did you have to wear that tonight? He didn’t want to feel this way, didn’t want to feel possessive, but it was hard not to when the image of other hands on you flashed through his mind, and it burned. It wasn’t just jealousy; it was the helplessness of knowing he couldn’t control you. He hated this feeling—hated how it made him overthink everything.

When you finally looked up to face him, you could sense the storm building behind his eyes.

"Yes, I had a lot of fun with my friends," you answered nonchalantly as you made your way upstairs. His eyes burned into your back as the sound of his footsteps followed you into the bedroom.

"You were supposed to come home earlier." His words came out colder than he intended.

You liked watching him unravel. Watching him lose his 'good guy' facade was intoxicating. His calm mask cracked, and beneath it, something darker took shape. His jaw tightened, muscles twitching with restrained fury. There was something so alluring about him like this, raw, untamed—no longer pretending. The real him was a dangerous allure, and you found yourself craving more.

You shrugged, letting the words roll off. “You know how it is—time flies when you’re dancing.”

You couldn’t help but lean into it, wanting to challenge him further, to see just how far he’d go. You knew this was dangerous. That his intensity was suffocating, but it turned you on more than you cared to admit.

"I also received a lot of compliments tonight," you added, taking off the heavy jewelry. It was true, though—several guys had tried to hit on you.

The way his nostrils flared told you everything you needed to know. He was losing it, and you were enjoying every second of it.

Thaddeus’s hand shot out, pulling you toward him. His breath was heavy against your ear. He hated that he couldn’t control these emotions. But the thought of losing you was far worse than the anger consuming him. The physical sting of his touch mirrored the ache inside him.

"Stop playing games with me," he growled, his voice thick with frustration. His words were barely controlled, a warning, a demand. "You think you can just—run around like this? I won’t let you."

He leaned in closer to you, a sour smile on his face."You're mine. Every part of you. Every thought you have, every breath you take—you’re mine. Heart and soul." With that, he claimed your mouth. His kiss was rough, filled with frustration.

A series of soft moans escaped your lips, lost in the heat of his mouth as his hands gripped you, spinning you and slamming you gently but firmly against the cold wall. The shift in power was electric, a heady mix of vulnerability and desire flooding your senses. Each movement felt both controlled and reckless, as though he couldn’t decide whether to devour you or protect you from the intensity he was unleashing.

Thaddeus bit your lower lip before pulling away, his breath ragged, eyes dark. He stared at you for a long moment, as if trying to decipher something that eluded him. His hands pressed against the wall beside your head, but they trembled—not from anger, but from the ache of wanting you—needing you, in a way he couldn’t control. He was losing his grip, and it terrified him more than he wanted to admit. He let out a frustrated breath, and for a second, you could see him—vulnerable, unsure.

“I’m too selfish to share you with anyone else,” he said, his voice strained, each word feeling like it took everything out of him. “I don’t want to lose you.” The words hung between them, heavy with desperation.

He exhaled sharply, as if the confession was choking him. “You’ve become my obsession.” His breath caught, and for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

He leaned in, barely audible now, as though the truth was too painful to speak. “It’s driving me fucking crazy.” His voice cracked, the words slipping through his chest like something breaking apart inside him.

You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, musky and rich, a stark contrast to the sharp, metallic tang of your own arousal that hung in the air between you.

You wanted him—just as badly as he wanted you.

With gentleness, you cupped his face. “You’re the only one I want, Thaddeus. You’re everything I need. I don’t care about anyone else—just you.”

Those words weren’t meaningless: there is no other man who could compare to Thaddeus in your eyes. You fell in love with his soul before you even touched his skin.

No matter what.

No matter his dangerous job, the countless fights, or the many mood swings you both endure, you’re always there for each other. Because this is love: you can love someone and still not know how to express it perfectly. You learn how to love each other because love is a journey.

And you will never give up on him.

It will always be Thaddeus.

Because he never gives up on you.

He picked you up, carrying you to the bed, and laid you down gently, claiming your lips once again.

The sound of his labored breathing mixed with the wet, frantic noises of your kiss, each movement coming faster, harder, as if time itself was slipping away from both of you.

“I love you,” he whispered between kisses, his lips trailing down your collarbone. “I love you.”

He pressed his forehead gently against yours, his breath shallow.

“We belong to each other,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. But then, with a teasing glint in his eyes, he continued, “You’ve been a bad girl.” He smirked mockingly. “I need to punish you.”

In mere seconds, he pulled you over his lap, lifting up the little fabric that was "covering" your ass.

"Wha-what are you doing?" you said, trying to pull down the dress.

"I'm giving you exactly what you need, doll face," he said seductively, his hand moving urgently as it smacked sharply against your bottom, making you yelp in surprise.

The sting of his hand against your skin sent a wave of sharp heat through you. Thaddeus paused, taking in the mark he'd left. His hand lingered against your flesh before delivering another hard spank.

He stopped for a moment to take in your bruised flesh. "You know... you look good with my handprints all over your ass," he said, laughing.

"W-wait," you said, flustered, hiding your face. The sting of his touch surged through you, a confusing mix of pain and an overwhelming desire to feel more. It wasn’t just physical anymore—it was a shift deep inside, where need and defiance collided.

"Baby, look at me," his voice softened, his brow furrowing as he studied you, his concern evident. "Do you want me to stop?" He feared he might have pushed you too far.

You met his gaze, your eyes betraying what your lips couldn't say. His look deepened as your body responded to him in a way you couldn't ignore—wanting more, craving it. Embarrassment tugged at your pride as you shook your head slightly, not ready to voice the truth. Too proud to admit how much you needed him to push you further.

"Use your mouth, pretty girl," he chuckled darkly, pausing to admire the mark he had left on your skin.

"Keep going... please."

His voice was low, dangerous, his eyes burning into you as he delivered another sharp spank. "You’ll take everything I give you, just like the good little toy you are, won't you?" he murmured, his words heavy, as if testing the limits between pleasure and pain. His hand rested on your skin, his touch both possessive and delicate, demanding your submission without a single word.

You bit your lip, nodding as you struggled to suppress the quiet whimpers escaping you. The thought of his rough hands spanking you sent a shiver down your spine.

The sharp crack of his hand against your skin reverberated through the room, filling the silence with its sting. Your gasp echoed back at you, a mix of surprise and anticipation.

"Oh? Looks like someone enjoys being degraded," he chuckled. Despite your innocent appearance, he knew how much of a little brat you were: always trying to challenge him only to get your guts rearranged.

There’s a part of you that loves how he takes control—how his strength, his dominance, makes you feel so small, so claimed. But there’s another part of you that hates how much you crave it, how much you need it. You’re not supposed to want to be controlled. You’re supposed to be your own person, independent. But every time he touches you like this, you forget about everything else. The heat of his hands, the possessiveness in his kiss—it makes you feel like you're exactly where you're meant to be. And you can’t stop wanting more.

You could feel the bruise forming where his hand had landed, the mark of his possession still burning. His fingers traced over the newly-formed imprint, sending a jolt of mixed emotions through you.

"Fuck..." he slid his thumb under your panties. "You're fucking wet." He began circling your sensitive clit, emptying your mind. You didn't care anymore, and the moans you tried so hard to keep in left your mouth.

You were a mess—a wet, sloppy mess—your hair obscuring your view as you whimpered.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he murmured against your ear. His words were a challenge, but beneath the teasing, there was something else—an attempt to figure you out, as if he wasn’t entirely sure who had the power anymore.

Your clit ached so much it was almost unbearable. You needed his touch right there—and without shame, you started grinding eagerly against his thumb.

Thaddeus smirked as he felt your body tense, your orgasm right on the edge.

Finally, he slid a finger into your needy cunt, fingering you fast and hard as he kept rubbing your clit.

"Ughh! Ah!" you opened your legs more, bucking against his passionate touch.

"Not yet, doll face," he teased, slowing his movements and rubbing your clit more gently.

You pouted, tears building in your eyes. He was edging you, and you couldn't take it anymore. You needed that sweet release.

"You're going to come when I say so," he commanded.

You began begging, "Please, Thaddeus, please." You looked over your shoulder, giving him pleading eyes. "I need it." Your nails dug into his arms as you tried to hold back.

"Tell me you're sorry for making me jealous," he demanded. "For making me lose control like this."

You nodded quickly. "Yes, yes, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry." Thaddeus, satisfied, started fingering you mercilessly, in and out, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars.

"You're mine, and I'll keep reminding you of that until you understand," he said, speeding up his movements.

"Yes! Yes!" you screamed as your orgasm hit you, but suddenly, Thaddeus stopped his lewd touch, ruining your climax. You protested, your desperation clear.

"Don’t look at me like that..." he said, smirking devilishly. "That’s your punishment, doll face." He gave you one last hard spank, enjoying the needy look in your eyes.

The passion had left you breathless, but now the quiet was filling in the spaces with something else—something more fragile.

"Come here," he said, sitting you in his lap, as if he was babying you. He wrapped his arms around you in an embrace that was protective, almost as if he was trying to shield you from the storm he'd just unleashed.

As you began to relax in his arms, you noticed the way his touch had changed. There was no longer any urgency, no rawness in his movements—just the steady comfort of someone who cared deeply and wanted to protect you.

"You’re safe," Thaddeus murmured. "I’ll take care of you now."

He placed a soft kiss on your temple as his hand caressed your head.His scent wrapped around you, a warm, comforting presence. His skin smelled like him—familiar and safe. The sharpness of his cologne had faded into something softer, more intimate, like he was home

"I’m here," Thaddeus repeated softly, his voice like a promise. "We’re okay."

There’s a tenderness in the way he holds you now, like he’s protecting you from everything else. And in that soft silence, you realize it’s not just the heat of the moment that matters—it’s this: the gentle calm after the storm, where love is a promise, unspoken but understood, wrapping you both in a peace you never knew you needed.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, the last thing you heard was the steady beat of his heart, and the feeling of being cared for, deeply and completely.

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