Welcum To My Humble Abode

My mom will be needing surgery in the coming future and more importantly she has been in severe pain for weeks and cant work

I am talking about not being able to leave the home sort of pain

i’ve been out of work since december, the good news is that i'm on a trial contract for ninety days and if i make it to the end then i will have a job (yay!) and get paid retroactively. i'm studying very hard and dedicating all my free time to getting this position but me and my disabled mother are living off her pension until then, and it's not enough to keep us both from being evicted. i've also run out of things to sell... so we really need help.

i hate making these posts since they fill me with so much guilt, despite never receiving hate for them (i thank the universe that i have such wonderful friends) and i don't mean to bother anyone, i know times are hard now but if anyone has the ability to help a random person make it to the end of the month i would be eternally grateful.

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Please stop watching TV with your eyes closed I'm begging you

Women’s Wrongs

Beth Dutton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pre-Canon, Implied/Referenced Cheating, First Meetings, Older Woman/Younger Woman, Cheating, Flirting, Rough Kissing, Making Out, Closet Sex, Top Beth Dutton, Bottom Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Degradation Kink, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, Multiple Orgasms, Sexual Overstimulation, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation, Finger Sucking

Word count: 2335

You're engaged to your fiancé.

Beth fucks you in a coat closet regardless.

You loved your fiancé. Really, you did.

You loved him. So much, that you forgave him and stayed with him when he cheated on you with someone who you thought was your friend at the time. You cut her out of your life completely while he spent every day of his making it up to you.

Which brings you to now.

You’re at his firm, Schwartz & Meyer. He’s supposed to be taking you out for dinner, but he has a few things to wrap up first. ‘It’ll only take a sec, babe. I promise,’ He mumbled apologetically before pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead and running out of his office with a file of loose papers.

That was almost fifteen minutes ago.

You’re spinning around in the swivel chair behind his desk, your eyes glued to the ceiling. You grab a hold of the desk when you start feeling lightheaded.

You look ahead of you to find the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. She looks like she’s been standing there for a while.

“...How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough for me to finish singing ‘Mr. Brightside’ in my head after watching you spin around for thirty seconds beforehand” The woman struts towards you. You can’t help, but notice the way that tight black skirt hugs her hips. You subconsciously lick your lips. The other thing you notice is the bent paper clip in her hand as she walks over to the cabinet next to you. She puts the sharp end into the keyhole and starts moving it around. “You must be Y/N. Direct Derek’s fiancé”

“Direct Derek?”

“He’s always straight to the point”

The cabinet opens with a click. She takes a flat, round lollipop from a jar in the corner of the third shelf. It’s red. Probably strawberry. Afterwards, she closes the cabinet and turns to look at you.

“I’m Beth”

“Beth. Why are you breaking into my fiancé’s cabinet for a lollipop?”

“Not just any lollipop” Beth says as she removes the plastic wrapper, crumples it up and tosses it into the bin next to the desk. “THC lollipop”

Your eyes widen. “My fiancé has weed lollies?” Even saying it out loud doesn’t feel right. “My sweet, law-abiding fiancé has WEED lollies?”

“Don’t know about the sweet part” The other woman says before putting the lollipop into her mouth. You watch the thin, paper stick of the candy move from one corner of her mouth to the other.

“What do you mean?”

Beth walks towards the door. “If your fiancé’s still keeping you waiting in half an hour, come find me and I’ll give you the answer”

You watch her leave the office. You clench your thighs together.. for no reason at all..

You stare at the clock on the wall. It’s 7:57 now.

You try to pass the time by watching some Netflix comedy on your phone. After the episode ends, you look back at the clock. 8:25. Close enough.

You get up and leave the office in search for the blonde-ish redhead who owes you an answer.

You go up to some assistant’s desk and ask her for the directions to Beth’s office. After getting them, you go up to one of the top floors and search for her office. You take a few rights then a left down a long hallway till you finally see her.

Her office door is wide open with her back turned to you. As if sensing your eyes on her, she turns, a smile pulling at her lips when she sees you.

“You’re late”

You enter her office. “Well, you didn’t exactly say where your office is so I had to ask around”

You notice a glass of something amber on her desk. It’s on the opposite end where someone would be seated if she had a client or visitor.

Beth has a glass of her own in her hand. She takes another sip before tipping her glass towards her desk. “Sit”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you obey her. You wrap your hand around the formerly untouched glass and swish the liquid around. “Is this for me?”

Beth nods before taking a seat behind her desk. She watches you bring the rim of the glass to your lips. Her eyes don’t leave you when you tip the glass upwards and let the warm liquid into your mouth. She chuckles when you cough and make a face before putting the half-full glass back on the desk. “I take it you’re not a whiskey girl”

You shake your head, your throat still burning. You try to get rid of the foul taste on your tongue. “How did you know I was gonna come?”

“Derek has a different priority at the moment. He’ll keep you waiting for at least another thirty minutes”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “He’s usually so punctual when it comes to me. What’s so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

“Beats me, kid” Beth says before taking another sip, savouring it while holding the glass close.

You look at her. “So.. what did you mean when you said Derek wasn’t sweet?”

“Hm. A ‘sweet’ guy wouldn’t cheat on someone as beautiful as you”

You part your lips, taken aback by what the other woman just said. “How do you know about that?”

“Office gossip” Beth rests her elbows on her desk as she leans forward, her eyes boring into yours with calm precision. “You seem like a smart girl with self-respect. Why do you stay with him?”

You don’t respond.

She simply smiles and drinks the rest of her whiskey before putting the empty glass aside. “I’ll tell you. It’s because you cheated on him first”

Your eyes widen. “What? N-No, I didn’t”

Beth doesn’t say anything. She just watches you unravel at the accusation. It’s a confession in itself.

At some point, you stop trying to defend yourself. Your shoulders sag as you retreat further into the chair you’re sitting on. “How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. Hand to God”

You let out a sigh. “I didn’t.. It’s not how it looks”

“How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times did you cheat on him?”

You purse your lips. “Twice”

“With the same person?”

You nod.

“Was she good?”

You scoff, shifting uncomfortably while avoiding her gaze. “Are you fucking psychic or something? How do you know about all of this?”

Beth leans back in her chair with her arms crossed over her chest. “I have a way of reading people”

“Or you’re just a stalker”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Y/N. You’re not that interesting”

“I’m interesting enough to have grabbed your attention, so I must’ve done something right”

The other woman laughs softly. “Touché”

You end up talking for quite some time. Conversation flows naturally between you like you’ve known each other for years. She somehow gets you to give whiskey another shot. You end up drinking just one glass, but god was it strong.

The two of you move to the sofa in the corner of her office. The personal space between you is practically nonexistent. She has her arm around the backrest behind you while she leans into your side to whisper something in your ear. Her breasts press against your arms. If it wasn’t for the indecent proposal that was being whispered into your ear, it would’ve been all you’d be focusing on.

Beth stands up, the front of her body angled towards you. She extends a hand.

You take it without question.

The other woman leads you out of her office. You trail behind her like a guided puppy with her hand as the leash around your neck.

She opens a slim door and steps into a room filled with coats and other kinds of outerwear. There’s enough space for you to move around in. The moment the door closes behind you, her mouth is on yours, wanting and demanding.

You return the kiss eagerly. Your arms snake around her neck as she pulls you closer, her hands gripping your waist. You moan when her tongue slips into your willing mouth, the aftertaste of strawberry from the lollipop from earlier mingling with the whiskey dancing on your tastebuds.

You don’t know how long you’re making out when Beth pulls away. You catch a glimpse of her pupils being dilated before she spins you around with such force that you have to put your hands on the wall to stabilize yourself. Your back is now facing her, giving her an advantage. You pant somewhat heavily from the lack of oxygen you got from the kiss. While you try to catch your breath, Beth hikes up your black mini cocktail dress til the hem is below your hips. She slips her hand into your underwear and cups your mound. You let out a soft moan, nearly losing your balance. Her thumb rubs over the hair nestled on your most sensitive part while her ring and middle finger rub against your folds, feeling the wetness that has gathered there.

“You’re so wet for me, baby”

There’s no warning when she slips her ring and middle finger into you, slowly so it doesn’t hurt. You make a noise - somewhere between a groan and a whimper - but she doesn’t let that thwart her. You moan when she starts moving her fingers. Not gentle. Far from it. Rough. Deliberate. Every thrust is precisely the way she wants it to be.

“You love this, don’t you? Being finger-fucked like the little fucking slut that you are?”

You moan at her crude words.

Beth pulls your hair to the side so that she can press her face into yours, her chin hovering over your shoulder. “What would dear Derek think of you if he saw you being used like this by someone you just met, huh? What if he saw you spreading your pretty legs for me like a goddamn two-dollar whore?” She sneers into your ear.

You feel her hips moving against yours. Not grinding. More of a subtle back and forth movement like humping. Oh my god. You’re being dry-humped in a coat closet by a sexy woman!

You moan at the realization and immediately put a hand over your mouth to shut yourself up.

“Take your hand off your mouth” Beth all but growls at you before picking up the pace in retaliation, driving her digits deeper into you than before. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you, sweetheart”

You whimper at the faster pace and deeper angle, but pull your hand away nonetheless. Moans spill from your lips like a leaky faucet. When you cum, a broken sound between a crack and a moan leaves your lips. It doesn’t stop there. Beth keeps taking orgasm after orgasm from your body til you can barely stand. Around the fifth one, your thighs are trembling and damp/wet from your cum.

“Come on, baby. Just one more. One more and we’ll stop. Think you can do that for me, angel?”

You nod in determination. “Y-Yeah”

Beth pecks your cheek. “Good girl”

She pulls you against her to support your weight. Her hips haven’t stopped moving against your backside although the rhythm has decreased into something more gentle for your current state. It’s the same with her fingers. To your surprise, she pulls them out of you, causing you to whine softly at the loss of contact. Her fingers move up to settle on your clit. They rub your sensitive bundle of nerves in small, tight circles with a singular goal in mind. You writhe against the other woman who whispers words of encouragement into your ear.

Your hips buck forward in release when you orgasm a little differently this time, clear fluid squirting out of you in steady streams. You didn’t even know you could do that. You shudder in both awe and exhaustion. Beth holds you close to her until you can stand on your own. She pulls her fingers away from your cunt and brings them to her mouth. You watch her lick herself clean.

“Want to know what you taste like?”

You nod, wordlessly.

The other woman grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you in for a sloppy, passionate kiss.

When she pulls away like before, you have a dumbfounded expression on your face that causes her to chuckle before righting herself.

“Take off your panties”

You reach down to take off your underwear. You clumsily remove them from your ankles and hold them in your hand, waiting to see what’ll happen.

Beth takes them from you and stuffs it into her bra. But not before giving it a few quick sniffs that make you want to let her take you all over again.

You subconsciously lick your lips.

“I’ll give ‘em to you next time you come around. Now go. Your fiancé’s probably looking for you”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You decide to leave it at that and open the door to get out. A hand around your wrist stops you from leaving. You look back at the woman who had just fucked you within an inch of your life then tossed you aside as if you weren’t worthy of her.

“Tell Derek he’s the luckiest man in Salt Lake City. He’s a damn fool if he thinks otherwise”

You smile at her. “I will. Goodbye, Beth”

Beth lets go of your wrist, returning the smile. “Goodbye, angel. See you soon”

You’re still smiling when you look away from her and open the door. The two of you step out of the closet and walk away in opposite directions.

Beth can’t help, but smile to herself. She has a feeling you’ll be back sooner than she anticipated.