Anna Marie LeBeau
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Anna Marie LeBeau
Fix Your Attitude: The Masterlist
Hiâhereâs the masterlist for Fix Your Attitude per request! My other fics will have a separate post because this thing has a billion chapters.
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Summary:Â Youâre an engineer, stationed at Starkiller. Youâre desperate for recognition in your career, but issues with your assignment (spoiler alert: itâs the Command Shuttle) end up making you the clean-up crew, instead. Your annoyance with Kylo Ren lands you into some hot water. How many messes is he going to make you responsible for?
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Female!Reader
Chapter 1: Remember Who You Work For Chapter 2: I Canât Be the Only One Chapter 3: Itâs You Again Chapter 4: What Names? Chapter 5: Good Girl (NSFW) Chapter 6: I Have to Destroy You Chapter 7: Tell Me You Need It (NSFW) Chapter 8: I Heard You Chapter 9: Your Turn (NSFW) Chapter 10: Weâve Discussed This Chapter 11: Then I Wonât Go Inside (NSFW) Chapter 12: Itâs Not Right Chapter 13: This Is Your Punishment (NSFW) Chapter 14: Have You Had Enough? (NSFW) Chapter 15: As Expected Chapter 16: Only Good Girls (NSFW) Chapter 17: What You Deserve (NSFW) Chapter 18: Neglecting Your Assignment (NSFW) Chapter 19: Youâre Not Afraid (NSFW) Chapter 20: An Additional Punishment Chapter 21: Begin and End With Me (NSFW) Chapter 22: You Doubt Me? Chapter 23: Youâre All I Can Think About (NSFW) Chapter 24: Well, Thatâs Not Good Chapter 25: Get Away Chapter 26: Try Harder Than That (NSFW) Chapter 27: Letâs Not Talk Chapter 28: Someone Like Me (NSFW) Chapter 29: I Cannot Falter Chapter 30: At Worst, Juvenile Chapter 31: Sheâs Mine Chapter 32: One Thousand Times Over(NSFW) Chapter 33: You Love This (NSFW) Chapter 34: Itâs Not Supposed to Hurt (NSFW) Chapter 35: I Need to Tell You Chapter 36: Thatâs Irrelevant (NSFW) Chapter 37: Yes, I Was Chapter 38âFinale: The Closest Iâll Come (NSFW)
Masterlist | Kylo Ren & Ben Solo
Feel free to send in requests for Kylo Ren/Ben Solo!
⢠Smut!
Merciful and Misnamed: Ex-lovers-to enemies-to lovers, angst, slow burn, jealousy trope. Ongoing Series!
Merciful and Misnamed [Part One]: You're his prisoner now, and he doesn't know how to look at you without becoming someone he swore he killed. You're still here and he thinks he saved you but the silence between you is thick with old affection and love. How do you mourn someone that's standing right there?
Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Two]: Power was supposed to erase you from his mind, but you're still here, looking at him like the boy he used to be. You were supposed to hate him enough that he could live with it, but you whispered his name like you never stopped saying it. And he can't stop hearing it. Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Three]: Each time he saves you, his mask cracks a little more. And now, you really saw him. And he let you. Maybe the memory of who he was wasn't dead like he had insisted, just buried, needing a gentle hand to help him come back up to the surface. Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Four]: He left you bruised, hurt, and barely standing. And now he thinks he can just show you warmth in the quiet place heâs given you⌠but you haven't forgotten what he is capable of. He says you're safe and looks at you like he means it. But trust doesnât come that easily, no matter how much you want to believe him. ⢠Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Five]: You find pieces of Ben where Kylo Ren is supposed to live, and you're wrapped in warmth that isn't supposed to exist on a ship like this. Touching him feels like you're remembering a version of him that's supposed to be dead. Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Six]: Wrapped in his sheet, you almost forget you were supposed to be at war. For a while, you both believe it could last, but the armor has to go back on at some point. Merciful and Misnamed: [Part Seven]: He saw someone else touch you. Someone else who used to know you. Ben realized it wasnât just about keeping you safe anymore. It was about not letting anyone else see you the way he does. Not losing you to the version of his past that got to love you without thinking twice. The jealousy burns hot and the walls he spent years building start to slip, one kiss at a time. He knows heâd tear the whole ship apart before letting you walk away.
Requests and One Shots [Kylo Ren/Ben Solo]
Where No One Looks [Part 1]: Requested by Anon - can i request a series (if ure down for it) or even a oneshot about reader being a jedi that was tasked with tracking kylo ren but gets taken by the knights of ren instead. Kylo corrupts readers mind, turning to the dark side basically becoming a sleeper agent . Kind of like the winter soldier, using certain trigger words makes readers mind blank and when reader finally comes to they see all the carnage theyâve caused. (but since readers mind isnât right, they see nothing wrong with kylo and stay on the finalizer) Itâll be cool if you can add some your own twist and lore to make reader be bad ass
Possessive Kylo x Fem!Reader series: A power dynamic romance between Kylo and his subordinate. Each chapter can be read as a one-shot, but I recommend reading in order for the full emotional arc. Possessive, intense, and only soft for her.
Unauthorized Contact [1]: Requested by Anon - Iâm sorry if itâs vague, but could I request Kylo saying the cliche âwho did this to you?â line to a soft reader?
⢠Breaking Point [2]: Requested by Anon - can you PLEASE make a second part of the "who did this to you" fic? maybe some smut if its okay like she's frustrated that he treats her too gently now?? only if ur okay with smut requests
⢠Hostile [3]: Requested by Anon - Please do more Kylo Smut!! Maybe he gets jealous or something, you can add it to the âWho did this to youâ fic if you want too but if you want to do it differently you can!
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The Salesman (series)
Hangman | Broke girl meets sadistic Salesman, mdni, +18
Tic-Tac-Toe | Every Wednesday your schedule consisted of attending classes during the day, and satisfying the needs of a sadist through the night, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, mdni, +18
Protecting His Investment | No one got to hurt you except him, mdni, +18
Indebted | He wouldn't call it jealousy... He just wasn't very fond of sharing his toys, mdni, +18
Blink Twice | He's pushing your body to its brink, and it's finally giving out. You're rewarded for all your dazzling work ethic with a âniceâ dinner. As âniceâ as âniceâ gets with himâŚ, mdni, +18
Force-Fed | You didn't need a job. Not when you only needed him, mdni, +18
Namgyu
Better than drugs, Reconnecting with your shitty ex boyfriend in the games. mdni, +18
Girl On TV, After being humiliated by his not-so-innocent friends for being far too innocent, you decide not to be such a prude for once in your life, mdni, +18
Playtime, You couldn't kill anyone in Hide And Seek, thank God he's there to help, mdni, +18
How Bad Do You Want Me? - Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader
Kylo Ren x ResistancePilot!Reader
Warnings: NSFW (PIV Sex, unprotected sex, crying during sex lol), Banter, sassy Kylo Ren, sassy Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: Before Kylo Ren was Kylo Ren, he was a padawan with you. Before you were a Resistance Pilot, you were a padawan with Kylo Ren. Now, several years later, you've found yourself in the clutches of the First Order, and, of course, Kylo himself.
A/N: May the Fourth be with you! I decided to celebrate my lifelong love for this series by writing some smut lol, as one does. In case you missed it, I created a sideblog (@rainbow-gelpen) so if you wanna see some non-writing shenanigans from me, head on over there for some fun. Otherwise, enjoy the oneshot <3
paradox masterlist | a thanos and namgyu series
synopsis: in which you break up with your rapper boyfriend... and accidentally end up in the arms of his friend.
pairing: thanos x reader, namgyu x reader (separate)
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âś part 1: guilty as sin?
âś part 2: fresh out the slammer
âś part 3: the alchemy
âś part 4: i'm gonna get you back
âś part 5: fortnight
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Iâm sorry if itâs vague, but could I request Kylo saying the cliche âwho did this to you?â line to a soft reader?
Unauthorized Contact
Kylo Ren x Fem!reader Word Count: 4.61k Authors note: I eat UP cliche lines, you guys have no idea. I meant to make this way shorter but the story just kept going! Hope you all enjoy. Please send in more Kylo/Ben requests! I don't know how soft the reader actually is, she came off as a little more independent, so I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you were looking for, anon!
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It was so stupid.
Maybe you shouldnât have brought it up, but you did.
Actually⌠No. You should have brought it up, and youâre glad you did. Why should you need to stay silent just to keep things smooth with him? Why does he get to brush you off like you didnât matter? It absolutely mattered. Officers donât just hand out compliments or promotions. Especially not Admiral Elar. It mattered to you. You earned that praise
And his response told you exactly what you needed to know. You watched Kylo look right through it like it didnât mean anything. You called him out for it and what did he say? âMaybe you shouldnât care so much what I think.â
He couldn't be serious. As if he hadnât just kissed you in the bed, pulled you into the low light of his quarters and told you about his day, voice quiet for once, lips trailing across your bare shoulder.
The fight wasnât about that, not really, but it was. You asked why he wouldn't just sway something. Acknowledge it, even a little. But he just threw it back like it was your problem for caring. And he knew he didn't mean it. You saw it in his face the second he said it, but it was already out there. So you left. And he didnât follow.
It wasnât a great day for you. Especially since you became a target that day, as well. Getting jumped in the west hall training wing was just a cherry on top. Three of them, and it just had to be Tavik Trenn. He wasnât just some recruit, he was just as good as you. At least he thought so. You sparred him, worked the same simulation drills and assignments, and heâs watched you get promoted ahead of him. Twice.
âPrivate lessons with the Commander, huh?â Tavik said, coming to you with the insinuation that you didnât deserve what you had. The private training, the promotion he wanted⌠He said he was just evening things out. You fought back pretty well, considering it was an unfair advantage. You got one of them right in the face, another in the knee cap. One hit Tavik so hard he staggered onto the floor. But there were three of them, and only one of you.
Merciful & Misnamed
Kylo Ren x fem reader
Part One - [Part Two] - [Part Three] - [Part Four] - [Part Five] - [Part Six] - [Part Seven] Summary: You're his prisoner now, and he doesn't know how to look at you without becoming someone he swore he killed. You're still here and he thinks he saved you but the silence between you is thick with old affection and love. How do you mourn someone that's standing right there? Warnings: Pure angst! Strong language, shame induced eating behaviors Word Count: 5.12k Authors note: I haven't written fanfic in years but I just watched all of Star Wars again and Kylo Ren got me thinking... I tried making the reader sassy, hurt maybe. English isn't my first language and tenses get me really confused still (I gotta learn by now). Also, if I got any lore wrong please let me know! I'm not deep into the fandom but I'd love to learn.
It's funny what can entertain you after a while. Sitting alone in a dark and cold corner helped you find a pile of old dust; handy for doodling on the concrete floor before it gets blown away by a sneeze or stepped on by your dirty boots. You've been keeping count of the days as best you can, but the troopers took your wristcom when you were captured approximately twelve days ago. You wish you'd had some other way of timekeeping that didnât warrant rubbing your fingernail on the wall until it marked. Now you have no choice but to bite at your bleeding nail when the dust gets boring. You count stormtroopers like sheep when they pass your cell door through the sliver of a window youâre lucky to have.
You wonder if your friends are still in the cells next to you. If they get the same joyless ration bars once a day. The same five minutes in the refresherâten every third day when they give you a fresh prisoner's uniform and access to a brutally cold shower.
How generous.
Twelve days on this ship and you haven't spoken a word to anyone. Not a stormtrooper, a general, a captain, or the damned Kylo Ren. Thank the stars. The masked monster has quickly become a dark plague through the galaxy. All you see is the covered face of a coward. A traitor. The being that engulfed the man you used to know and turned him into a greedy and power hungry and a soulless shell of a person. You hoped you never had to see him again.
Too bad you can feel him.
Near, somewhere. A pull from all directions. It was agonizing knowing he was on this ship with you. Did he know you were here too?
The buzz from your cell door turned your head to see two stormtroopers at your door, holding restraints.
âPrisoner. Come with us.â
Star Wars movies (1977 - ) // The Fallen Angel (detail) - Alexandre Cabanel, 1847
waitâŚ. if hes serving face⌠and SHES serving faceâŚ.. then whos flying the ship!!!!đ§đ§
"Up in our bedroom, after the war..."
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Bonus: silly Bob and Yelena text thread and close ups
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roommates!au pb&jj
notes: while all of my blurbs have only been focused on the four boys until now, i do have plans of including a reader character in the future! but i want to build the characters and friendship between them first, so itâs all established when the time comes for reader to show up. also hopefully iâll keep writing for the four of them alone, for those who donât want a x reader fic! think of it as different seasons of the same show, hehe. thank you for reading! <3
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headcanons
the one where they move in
the one where johnny makes parsley soup
the one where peter gets a job
the one where joaquin gets really, really drunk
Ok I finally have an update for y'all!
Update of the Hugs between the Thunderbolts, sorry it took so long <3
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â đŤđđŞđŽđđŹđ đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ: by anonymous â amidst the avengers feud, you and joaquin are going steady in your relationship. you decide to sneak him into the watchtower while the team is away on a mission.
đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : joaquin torres x fem!thunderbolts!reader.
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 9.4K (long one!)
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: smut (mdni), smut/fluff, established relationship, sam wilson cameo, inexperienced reader, making out, body worship, mild dry humping, oral sex (fem!rec), lots of praise, unprotected p in v sex, missionary position. aftercare + cute ending.
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤâđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: my brain is filled with joaquin torres, Iâm in love with him sm !! this was so, so much fun to write, I hope you all enjoy! đŤś
THE BOY IS MINE
SUMMARY: You were never one to share what was yours, and BobâŚhe's yours.
NOTE: Inspired by the song The Boy is Mine, Ariana Grande. xoxo
GET LOST
The Thunderbolts Tower common room was unusually quiet for once, bathed in golden afternoon light as it streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The shadows stretched across the hardwood, lazy and warm, while the hum of high-tech equipment buzzed low in the background.
You were draped across the main couch like it owed you rent, legs flung over the armrest, phone in one hand, a lazy smirk tugging at your mouth as you pretended to scroll. But your eyes? Your eyes were fixed on him.
Bob Reynolds.
The Sentry.
Or, as you liked to call him when no one was around: your favorite problem.
He stood by the windows, arms folded, his expression calm and faraway, like his mind was somewhere in a galaxy no one else could reach. His golden hair was tied back, a few loose strands brushing his temple, and the white tee stretched over his broad chest like it had a grudge. Everything about him was infuriatingly quiet, controlled, soft-spokenâexcept for the way he made your blood rush hot.
Youâd been friends since he joined the Thunderbolts. You were the fireballâmouthy, hotheaded, always tossing flirty remarks like grenades. He was⌠Bob. Sweet. Shy. Somehow not entirely aware of just how pretty he was.
And it was so fun to mess with him.
Except this wasnât messing anymore. Youâd fallen. Hard. And the only way you knew how to cope with it was to flirt until someone combusted.
So when Mel walked inâTeam Liaison, model-walk, surgically perfect blouseâyou instantly clocked the way her eyes locked onto Bob like a missile system.
âHey, Bob,â she said sweetly, holding a folder. âIâve got the report updates for the Kyiv mission. I can walk you throughââ
Absolutely not.
You were up before you even knew what you were doing, striding across the room with a forced smile that didnât quite reach your eyes. You stepped right between them, chest high, chin lifted.
âIâll take that,â you said, snatching the folder out of her hands like it was your goddamn birthright.
Mel blinked. âUhâI was actually hoping to go over the intel withââ
You smiled wider. âYeah, no. Heâs busy.â
Her brows twitched. She looked at Bob, who blinked in confusion, then back at you.
You didnât flinch. âGet lost.â
A long pause. Her mouth opened and closed once, thenâtight-lippedâshe turned on her heel and walked out without another word.
Silence.
Then Bob shifted behind you, voice quiet and confused.
â...Why did you do that?â
You turned toward him, holding the folder like a trophy and cocking your hip out. âDidnât like her getting in your space.â
He blinked at you, clearly flustered. âBut she justâshe had the report. It wasnâtââ
âI know what it was,â you said, waving the folder. âBut I donât like people bringing you things unless itâs me. Iâm territorial.â you said with your thick accent.
He opened his mouth. Then closed it. Then did a double take when your smirk widened.
âBesides,â you added smoothly, stepping just a little closer to him, voice lowering, âif anyoneâs gonna hand you something, and be all alone with you in a room, itâs gonna be me and only meâ
Bob made a strangled sound.
You watched the blush spread fast across his face, all the way to his ears. He stepped back slightly like he wasnât sure whether to laugh or combust.
You tilted your head, teasing. âWhat? You gonna go shy on me now, baby? You take hits from alien gods, but a little filthy daydream gets you flustered?â
âIâm notââ he said quickly, but his voice cracked halfway through.
You licked your bottom lip, slow and deliberate, and purred, âI could sit on your lap right now and read this whole report out loudânakedâand you wouldnât stop me, would you?â
His jaw dropped. âWhatânoâI meanâyesâI meanâwaitâ!â
Your laughter bubbled out, absolutely delighted, your eyes burning into his.
âYouâre so easy to mess with,â you teased, your voice warm but sharp like honey with a blade in it. âI swear, Bob, the day I climb on top of you, Iâm gonna need to strap you down. Youâd shake apart.â
His mouth worked silently for a moment, like his soul had left his body.
And from the bar, Yelenaâwho had been sipping her coffee with one eyebrow raised the whole timeâfinally snorted.
âLeave the poor guy alone,â she called, laughing. âYouâll make him explodeâand not in the good way.â
You turned to her, grinning like the devil, then looked back at Bob. His eyes were wide, face flushed, and chest rising a little too fast.
Your tone dropped again, soft but dangerous.
âDonât worry,â you whispered just for him. âWhen I do make you explode... youâll beg me for it.â
His head tilted slightly back, eyes fluttering like he was fighting for air.
You winked. Turned. Walked away slow, with hips swinging like you meant it.
Behind you, Bob stayed frozenâstaring at your retreating form like he was trying to remember how legs workedâwhile Yelena muttered under her breath with a smirk, âDead man walking.â
PINKIE PRINCESS
The sun hadnât fully risen yet, but the kitchen in Thunderbolts Tower glowed with the gentle light of dawn. Soft orange-gold poured through the tall windows, catching on the countertops and flickering across the stainless steel appliances. The only sounds were the quiet clinks of utensils and the faint hiss of the stovetop.
You were standing barefoot in front of the stove, humming lazily as you stirred the pan. A few strips of bacon sizzled while a half-cracked egg rested nearby. The smell was heavenly.
You hadnât bothered changing out of your pajamas. Why would you? Everyone was still asleepâor so you thought. You wore your favorite set this morning: a sheer, baby-pink satin slip dress, barely reaching mid-thigh, trimmed with tiny lace at the hem. The fabric was so light it floated with every movement, brushing against your skin like a whisper. No bra, no shame. Just sleepy eyes, messy hair, and a devilish smile.
Behind you, the door creaked open.
You glanced back over your shoulder, and your breath caught for a moment.
Bob.
He stepped in quietly, wearing gray sweatpants and a white tee that clung to his torso like it was made for sin. His hair was messy and loose, soft waves brushing the collar of his shirt, and his eyesâthose gentle blue eyesâlocked onto you with a look you werenât used to seeing from him.
He didnât speak at first.
Just watched you, soft smile curling the edge of his lips, like you were the only thing in the whole damn world worth looking at. His gaze wanderedâhesitant, almost reverentâfrom your bare legs up the curve of your hips, the way the satin clung to your back, your shoulders, your neck. His throat bobbed when he swallowed.
You turned fully now, keeping one hand on the counter behind you for balance. âWell, look whoâs up early.â
His voice came out low, still warm from sleep. âSmelled bacon.â
You smirked, looking him up and down, eyes full of mischief. âOf course. Itâs always the meat that gets you out of bed.â
That got a bashful little chuckle from him. His hand rubbed the back of his neck as he stepped closer, eyes briefly flicking down to your outfit again before darting back up, embarrassedâbut not denying himself the look.
You crossed your arms under your chest lazily, which only served to push your breasts up and together, soft flesh spilling just slightly against the thin satin. Bobâs eyes lingered, just for a moment. You saw it.
âYou sleep okay?â you asked, your voice laced with sugar and something darker.
He nodded. âBetter than I thought I would.â
Then, after a pauseâvoice barely above a murmurâhe said, âYour pajamas are cute. Pink suits you.â
You tilted your head, your smile widening with predatory delight. âOh? Do you wanna find out what else is pink?â
Bobâs eyes widened just a littleâand for a moment you thought youâd made him shut down again.
But then...
âActually,â he said slowly, a flicker of something new in his tone, âI do.â
You blinked.
âWhat else do you have thatâs pink?â
It was confident. Almost. But his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, and you could see the way his chest rose and fell just a little faster. He was still nervous. Still sweet. But something inside him had finally snappedâand it made your stomach twist with heat.
You let the silence stretch between you, stunned but amused.
A slow grin spread across your lips. âBob Reynolds,â you breathed, âI didnât know you could be such a pervert.â
He shrugged one shoulder, but he was watching youâreally watching now. Hungry. Curious. Like heâd been holding something back for months, and your teasing had finally carved enough cracks in the dam to let it through.
You leaned forward against the counter, letting your arms support your weight so that your breasts pressed forward, full and soft and perfectly outlined through the barely-there satin.
His breath hitched.
âOh, baby,â you said softly, âYouâre staring.â
He didnât deny it.
You tilted your head, voice syrupy and low. âWhy donât you come over here and find out?â
The moment froze.
Bob hesitated for half a heartbeat. Thenâshy, yes, but with something solid in his stepâhe started toward you.
No looking back. No regret.
You let him come close, your heart thudding loud behind your ribs as he reached you. His hands came up slowly, cautiouslyâthen settled around your waist, big and warm and possessive. He looked at your mouth like heâd never wanted anything more in his life.
You didnât wait.
You crashed forward, lips colliding with his in a fierce, hungry kiss. His hands tightened instantly, pulling you against him as your body hit the counter with a soft thump. You moaned into his mouthâopen, needyâfingers clutching at his shirt as he kissed you like he meant it, like this had been burning in him too long.
The tension snapped between you in wavesâmonths of teasing, touching, longingâall unraveling as his mouth claimed yours.
It wasnât shy anymore.
It was desperate.
And it was just the beginning.
Each collision between your lips made the kiss more and more passionate. More ferocious. More hungry. Bob's large hands slowly moved from your waist to your ass, lifting you as if you weighed nothing and sitting you on the counter. The kiss slowed down a bit, more lascivious, more erotic, and as if it were a brief but detailed explanation of how he's about to leave you unable to walk for months. Slowly, you begin to remove his shirt, at the same time he lowers the straps of your dress, not taking it off, just leaving your delicious tits.
"Can I⌠pleaseâŚ" Breathlessly, Bob did his best to formulate those three words.
"They're yours, baby," you smile flirtatiously.
His mouth took in one of your breasts completely, kneading the other with his hand, following a precise rhythm. Soft, but intense.
"I really love it when you touch me," you whisper, "but I need you to fuck me, like right now." Your hands began to slide down his panties. Honestly, the size wasn't a surprise; you'd always suspected it.
"Do you want it inside?" Bob asks, revealing a side of him you didn't think existed. "Do you want me to bury it deep inside you?" "I'll beg you if I have to." Your face at this point was pained by how needy you were.
He lifts your dress a little, surprised. "I told you I had something pinker," you whisper. "Be a man, Bob, destroy this dripping pink pussy."
Without even giving you time to process his movements, his cock was already inside you, making you fall back in your arms, throwing your head back even further, your legs fully open for him. "Oh my god, so big," you slur your words slightly. Still leaning back in your arms on the counter, you watch the hard, brutal way Bob thrusts into you, the way he moves in and out of you, the way Bob moans deeply, feeling better than he has in years.
"None of the times I masturbated thinking about you compare to fucking you and hearing you moan."
That got you even wetter. The thought of him touching himself thinking about you. Shit.
"Harder, Bob, I can take it." You didn't even finish that sentence, and a strong thrust made you feel his cock deep in your stomach, making you scream.
"I'm going to fill you up with my babies" he says between wet kisses I'm going to take you to my room "another kiss" and I'm going to fuck you again until you can't take it anymore.
"I wanna ride you so bad" you whispered, kissing him. He turned it on so much that he squeezed your ass hard, pounding into you faster, making you scream.
And thatâs exactly when the door slammed open.
âOkay, people, weâve got theâHOLY SHIT!â
John Walkerâs voice cracked through the kitchen like an explosion.
You both froze.
Bobâs body went completely stiff between your thighs, and your eyes widened in horror.
Behind John, Yelena let out a sharp yelpââOH MY GOD!ââand immediately slapped a hand over her eyes, turning around so fast her braid whipped across Valentinaâs chest.
Val, meanwhile, stood frozen in the doorway for a full second too long, blinking like she was trying to reboot.
âAre you kidding me?â she finally barked, turning sharply on her heel. âThe kitchen counter?! Where people eat?!â
Bob, bright red, stumbled back so fast he almost knocked over the coffee pot. âShitâIâthis isnâtâfuckâI didnât knowâ!â
You tugged the hem of your dress down over your thighs, breathing fast, lips kiss-swollen, eyes wild with adrenaline. âYou guys donât knock?!â
âThis is a public space!â John yelled from outside the door, his voice half disgusted, half traumatized. âFor breakfast! For toast! Not forââ He made a gagging sound.
Yelena was cackling now, muffled by her hands. âLeave it to you two to desecrate the one clean surface in this damn building.â
Bob, flustered beyond measure, dragged a hand through his hair, his shirt rucked up halfway to his chest, exposing his firm stomach. âIâmâIâm so sorry. I didnâtâI just⌠she saidâwe were talking about pink thingsâ!â
âOh my God,â Yelena shrieked from the hallway, âPlease STOP explaining! I can never eat eggs again!â
Valâs voice came in, sharp and dry: âYou owe me bleach and emotional compensation.â
You slid off the counter with as much grace as you could salvage, cheeks burning, still trying not to laugh. Bob looked like he wanted the Earth to swallow him whole.
You stepped in front of him, grinning despite yourself, placing a kiss to his cheek. âWell⌠that was so hot until it wasnât.â
He stared at you, wide-eyed. âWeâre gonna be the talk of the whole building.â
âOh, sweetheart,â you whispered, tugging him toward the hallway with a devilish glint in your eyes, âWe already were.â
THE BOY IS MINE NOT YOURS MINE
You were seated on one side of the long, glass-top table, legs crossed, eyes fixed on Bobâwho was seated directly across from you, looking unusually serious in his fitted black t-shirt, hair slightly tousled from the rushed morning. The memory of his mouth on yours, of his hands gripping your thighs, was still simmering under your skin.
Your fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of your glass of water, but your gaze? Fully locked on him.
He kept glancing at you with that same, boyish, flustered smileâthe one that made you feel like you were the only woman in the world. Like he couldnât stop replaying the moment from earlier either.
But thenâ
She walked in.
Mel.
Wearing that same tight, short-waisted uniform she always adjusted way too slowly, like she knew people were watching. She carried her report folder in one hand and a stupid bottle of green juice in the other. Her eyes immediately scanned the room⌠and landed right on Bob.
You could see the moment she thought she had a chance.
He was polite, of course. He always was. He nodded when she smiled at him, even shifted slightly in his chair as she walked around the table⌠just close enough to lean down next to him, whisper something with a fake-sweet smirk.
You didnât hear what she said. You didnât need to.
Because your body reacted before your brain even caught upâyour pulse surged, your jaw tightened, and then⌠your chair screeched as you stood.
Bobâs head snapped to you.
âHey, baby,â you said, voice sultry, laced with honey and warning, the word baby echoing like a challenge across the room. You sauntered toward him slowly, hips swaying deliberately. âYou forgot something this morning.â
Bob blinked up at you, cheeks flushing just slightly. âI did?â
âMhm.â You leaned down, one hand on his shoulder, the other trailing along the collar of his shirt as you whispered just loud enough for everyoneâincluding Melâto hear: âYour handprintâs still on my ass from when you bent me over the kitchen counter.â
A beat of stunned silence.
John choked on his water.
Yelena practically collapsed in her seat, laughing with her hand over her face. âOh my God, youâre doing this here?â
Val didnât even look up. âPlease stop making me regret giving you all keycards.â
Bobâs face? Fully flushed. But he didnât pull away. Not even close. His wide blue eyes locked onto yours, lips parted in stunned, reverent awe. He looked like heâd happily let you ruin him in front of the whole room.
Mel, still frozen beside him, finally straightened up, trying to recover her dignity. âI was just giving him the mission intel.â
You turned your head slowly, deliberately, to face herâstill leaning possessively over Bob, your hand resting lazily on his chest. âYeah? Thatâs cute. He already got all the actionable intel he needed this morning. Between my thighs.â
Bob made a soft, involuntary sound in his throat.
Mel stared, blinking. She didnât respond. Couldnât.
You tilted your head, smiling with zero sweetness. âYou can try, sweetheart. But the boyâs mine.â
Mel stepped back without another word, walking to the other side of the table with her eyes fixed downward.
Bob stared up at you, lips curved in a dazed, almost worshipful smile. âYou really donât hold back, do you?â
You leaned down, nose brushing his cheek, and whispered against his ear, âWhy would I? You let me break you in the kitchen like you were mine, baby. You think Iâm gonna let her flirt with what I ride?â
He groaned under his breathâloud enough for only you.
You smirked and kissed the corner of his mouth before walking back to your seat, hips swaying like a reward. Yelena gave you a low whistle. John muttered, âJesus Christ,â and Val pinched the bridge of her nose and said, âPlease remember this is a military mission briefing, not a porn shoot.â
You leaned back in your chair, shooting a wink at Bob.
And he?
He just sat there, dazed and aching and absolutely ownedâhis hands under the table, gripping the chair like he was trying not to melt into the floor.
Mel never tried talking to him again.