Met Demands
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Mafia Polar Bear Hybrid x fem!reader— brat taming, multiple orgasms, fucking you dumb, dirty talk, clitoral stimulation, pleasurable overstimulation, brief degradation, a bit of fluff at the end
Being a mate for a hybrid as dangerous as your Mafia Polar Bear Hybrid Bf was never something you would consider easy. It required perfection and strength that a lot of people couldn’t handle. So when your bf found you he knew he could never let you go.
And maybe that meant he had to kidnap you and take you away to his frozen palace so to speak. But it didn’t take much convincing for you to decide to stay.
Though the learning curve for such a role proved to be steep, and more than you thought possible, you eventually managed to get the hang of it. Your respect within their organization grew and everyone knew not to fuck with you, not just because you were the boss’ mate but because you were you.
That respect allowed you to get away with a great many things. Of course you take full advantage of that. Especially when you’re bored. And with your bf busier than usual lately you were getting bored.
Dangerously so.
You intended to show your Mafia Polar Bear Hybrid Bf just that by doing every little thing you know could possibly grind his gears. Kicking his leg repeatedly under the table during meetings, tugging on his clothes and trying to demand attention only while he’s busy with clients, calling him into your office multiple times a day only to say ‘I forgot’ when he asks why you needed to see him, and dismissing his orders unless he physically found you himself to give them instead of having his right hand man do it.
With every mishap your bf could feel his patience thinning, his calm demeanor wavering. Luckily all your antics were directed at him and when it came to you he’d let anything slide. You could get away with anything, even murder, and he’d still be mush for you. Maybe even more so. As long as he had your attention he could handle anything.
So why did you have to go and push him further? Why did he have to walk in on seeing you flirt with one of his workers? All it took was a moment before he snapped.
Now you were in his office, bent over the desk, legs spread, and your arms pinned behind your back as he pounds into your poor wrecked pussy. Fucking you into release after release, your hips aching as the wood digs into your soft flesh. The room was lit up in sounds that surely made everyone aware of what was going on inside it. The desk creaking, wet smacking of skin against skin, and your broken cries of ecstasy made it more than obvious.
