oh no please don't pin my wrists above my head and prevent me from moving while you kiss my neck and whisper all the fucked up things you want to do to me
I just want to come home after a long day to my baby laid out on our bed, hand between their thighs, playing with their clit, knowing I was coming home soon. I want their eyes to meet mine and when I see them bite their lip, I'll start to feel that rumble in my chest. That deep ache to claim them as mine over and over again. I won't be able to look away from their face as they moan from the way they're touching their pussy. The wet smacks as they slap their clit and thrust in and out of themselves. I'll hear the faint "please" and immediately rush over to push their hands above their head. It's my turn now.
ceo childe thirst time oh yeah *rubs hands together*
whenever some dumbass office jockey tries to make a move on you, childe’s jealousy can’t help but kick in. he’ll schedule that employee for a meeting at a certain time and conveniently as this man walks into childe’s office, he’ll be met with the sight of childe fucking into you like an animal in heat as you squirm on his desk
before you can even register the door opening (how could you? you’re still recovering from the nth orgasm childe has ripped out of you), childe’s eyes glint up at him with a certain venomous coyness. he tosses him your panties and remarks that that’s the closest his pathetic ass will ever get to your pussy so long as he’s in charge of this office
that or after he’s shot his load into you, he puts your fucked-out pussy on display to this guy with some remark like “take a picture, jackass, it’ll last longer. meeting dismissed.”
mildly cringe at my dialogue but whenever anything involved a jealous or feral childe my brain turns into soup
the feminine urge to hoard this ask but the even stronger feminine urge to slap my face against the keyboard and brainrot over this for ages... god i adore jealous ceo childe. entitled ginger men please hmu
very, very jealous + possessive/yandere-ish CEO childe, secretary reader (gn + afab), and exhibitionism, office/public sex, dirty talk, and power imbalance below the cut!
he really is a very... jealous person. if you ask me, nobody is more envious, greedy, and jealous than a man who's had things handed to him all his life. when you're the CEO of a successful business and you have hundreds and hundreds of employees under your thumb, it's easy to develop an ego and sort of jerk yourself off to the power trip you're on, lol. when you have everything you could ever want, you become a little possessive of your things, i believe— childe hired you, trained you, and chose you personally, and some little college graduate who's still wet behind the ears wants to try and whisk you away from him?
yeah, right. this is childe's company, and everything here belongs to him, especially his darling little secretary.
i believe there exists an unspoken rule amongst the lackies at childe's company that you do not, under any circumstances, make any passes at his darling little secretary. you'd have easier luck wooing a married woman from the marketing department than you would trying to woo childe's secretary, they tell each other— honestly, you'd have more luck trying to get the oceans to part at your feet than with trying to get childe's secretary to go on a date with you. the men who've been working there longer always insist on looking out for the underlings, but they've gotta admit... sometimes it's fun to watch a cocky, 20-something year old who was hired fresh out of college try and sweep something of childe's off their feet. especially the boys that insist they'd be a better boyfriend than childe is.
nothing humbles the ego of a man hitting on someone way out of their league more than one of childe's special meetings. everyone's heard rumors about them, though only a select handful have been unlucky enough to be part of one, and even then, most of the men who find themselves in one of childe's meetings end up quitting within the week. when childe catches wind of one of his new-hires who just so happens to have feelings for you, it comes time to schedule another one of his (in)famous appointments once again.
childe's scheduled these before. whether he's scheduling one for a haughty, arrogant asshole who comes onto you a little too aggressively in the break room and makes you uncomfortable, a man who just needs a little humbling in his belief that he'd be able to win you over, or an innocent, shy boy who has the sweetest of puppy dog eyes for you, they're all the same in childe's mind. (though he will be especially harsh to the first of those three categories; nobody makes his darling cry except for him!) they're all men who need a little reminder that you do not, under any circumstances, make passes at his darling little secretary.
the only thing more humiliating than childe's teasing greeting of "oh, come in. i'm glad you could make it" is the sight of the sweet little secretary this underling had spent so many hours pining after getting fucked absolutely senseless on childe's desk. you're so lost in the sheer pleasure that comes with your boss yanking orgasm after orgasm out of you to even notice that you have an audience now— if your eyes were open and your mind were clear, you'd probably feel a little bad upon seeing the sheer shock on his face. maybe you'd also notice childe throwing your adorably lacy panties the other man's way— you're in for an awkward awakening once you go to get redressed later.
childe never stops pounding his cock into you even as he talks to the underling in question. he has nothing to hide, nor anything to be ashamed of— why would he be ashamed? you're his, and he's yours. he has no problems with showcasing his ownership of you for anyone and everyone to see. you look adorable when you're getting wrecked on his desk, and the underling should honestly be thankful— not only did childe give him your panties, he showed him the best jerk-off material he'll ever find for the rest of his life.
"enjoy those, alright?" childe hums, making direct eye contact with the humiliated, distraught underling standing in the doorway. "sniff 'em while you jerk off, even. i'd cherish those, if i were you— it's the most you'll ever get out of my sweet secretary."
childe never gets the panties back, but he does receive a resignation letter just a few days later. oh well— hopefully the next new-hire isn't as dumb.
Want him to take me to a cabin and us get into the hot tub…. just having a normal conversation while I sit near him and then he decides he wants to pull me into his lap to grope my chest and tug on my nipples- while continuing his train of thought completely unphased- as if I’m not naked and wet in his lap whimpering
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