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𝙩𝙞𝙚-𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 ⋆˚꩜｡ art donaldson

synopsis: on the court, the rivalry between art donaldson and you is a war of nerves. off the court, it’s a power game where the rules are written under your roof. after a risky bet on the final set, tennis’s 'golden boy' discovers that in your home, the serve is yours and control is a weapon. welcome to a guided tour of tension, where every room demands a new bet and surrender is the only trophy at stake. paring: art donaldson x fem reader! warnings: dom!reader, soft dom, sub!art donaldson, oral sex, unprotected sex, praise kink.

the late afternoon sun was burning your shoulders, but your irritation had nothing to do with the heat. it was all art’s fault. art donaldson and that damn restrained smile he wore every time he decided to get inside your head.

the score was tied in the final set. you two always ended up like this, alone on the court long after training hours, turning what should have been a sport into a real war of nerves. you were dripping with sweat, your chest rising and falling rapidly under your sports bra, your thigh muscles tensed, and he... he looked irritably in control. but art’s dark eyes weren’t just on the ball; they traced the path of every drop of sweat sliding down your neck with predatory attention.

"you’re gripping the handle too tight," he teased from across the net, bouncing the yellow ball in a slow, torturous rhythm. his gaze dropped shamelessly to your legs before returning to your face. "you need to relax your wrist. or do you always get this tense when the game goes down to the wire?"

you rolled your eyes, tapping the tip of your racket against the ground, trying to ignore how his biceps flexed with every movement on the other side of the net. "just serve, donaldson. i don’t have all night to watch you show off."

he let out a low, husky laugh. "in such a rush? i thought you could last longer. we’ve barely started sweating." each word was loaded with sharp double entendres, delivered with such naturalism that an outsider would think he was just the golden boy being competitive.

but you knew that dark look he was giving you now. "talk less and play more," you countered, flexing your knees and preparing to receive the serve, leaning your body in a way you knew would capture his attention and test the boy’s control. "or are you just good at talking?"

art stopped bouncing the ball immediately. the teasing smile vanished, replaced by that intense, methodical expression he wore before destroying an opponent. "all right," he said, his voice dropping an octave, the ball held between his thick fingers. "let’s make a bet, then. if i win this last set, i decide where we finish playing. and i guarantee it won’t be on the court."

your breath hitched for a second, but you weren’t going to let him win that easily. "and if i win?" you asked. he shrugged, spinning the racket in his large hands. "then i do whatever you say. without complaining."

his first serve came fast, but you were ready. you traded violent rallies from the baseline. every strike of the ball echoed loudly, accompanied by his heavy breathing, a guttural sound that sent a shiver straight to your lower belly.

the irritation was still there, hot and sharp. seeing art like that—his shirt sticking to his broad chest from the sweat, the wet fabric outlining his contracted abdomen, that predatory focus in his eyes while he tried to dominate you—was making your legs weak. the mix of anger and arousal was undeniable, leaving you almost dizzy. the heat was there, throbbing heavily with every abrupt step you took on the court’s concrete.

you wanted to destroy him in the game, but a part of you couldn’t stop imagining the weight of that body against yours.

"focus on the ball, not me," he shouted from the other side, noticing your eyes fixed on his hips and shoulders for a fraction of a second longer than necessary.

that was the fuel you needed. art tried a poisonous drop shot, thinking he would catch you off guard, but you had already anticipated the move.

you ran with everything, your lungs burning, and fired a perfect down-the-line shot, straight into his left corner. a passing shot impossible to defend.

point. game. set.

you had won.

you stood there for a second, hunched over and leaning your hands on your knees to catch your breath, the neckline of your top revealing your heaving chest. you heard his slow footsteps approaching the net. when you raised your eyes, art was standing inches away. the good-boy smile was gone; in its place was a dark frustration and a dark hunger that made your stomach flip with anticipation. art’s eyes devoured every inch of your exposed, sweat-slicked skin.

"i think i won," you said, your voice breathless, leaning against the net tape, letting your hip brush against the fabric almost provocatively. "and, according to our bet, i do whatever i want with you now, without complaints."

art’s eyes descended heavily to your mouth before returning to yours, his chest rising and falling in the same chaotic rhythm.

"you won," he admitted, his voice dragged and much huskier than normal. "what do you want?"

you smiled, letting your guard down completely, knowing the effect your relaxed and inviting posture had on him.

"pack your things, donaldson. you’re driving to my house. and you’d better be ready, because the tour i’m going to give you requires a lot of stamina."

the drive to your house never seemed so long. the interior of art’s car was impregnated with the mix of your sweat and the absurd tension that still radiated from the game.

he drove the same way he played: with rigid control, his large hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, but his dark eyes darting to you at every red light.

"you know," he broke the silence, his husky voice filling the cramped space of the car. "i still think you got lucky on that last point."

you let out a mocking laugh, leaning your head against the window glass and turning your neck to watch him. "lucky, donaldson? or can you just not handle seeing someone dominate your court?"

"no one dominates my court," he countered immediately, his jaw locking while he shifted gears. "but i’m curious to see how you do playing at home."

you slid in the seat, turning your body fully toward him, letting the sassiest smile you could muster escape. "i’m telling you, the layout of the place is very interesting. we’ll start on the first floor, you know? where the living room is. the sofa has plenty of room if you like to... stretch your legs."

art swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the road, but his chest rising and falling faster betrayed the effect of your words.

"and the second floor?" he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"the second floor is where the magic happens," you replied, knowing exactly what you were doing. "that’s where the primary bedroom is. the acoustics there are great. you can hear every detail... if we decide to make noise."

he braked the car abruptly at a light, turning his face to look at you properly. the golden boy mask had completely vanished. the look he gave you was hungry, possessive.

"your court had better be sturdy," he murmured, leaning a little closer, his hot breath hitting your face. "because after what you did to me on the court today, i don’t plan on being a very polite visitor."

you just smiled, feeling the car’s temperature rise ten degrees. "don’t worry, art. the house rules are quite flexible. as long as you can keep up with my rhythm."

the car engine was cut, but the vibration of that bet still seemed to echo under your skin. the path from the asphalt to your front door was made in a heavy silence, thick enough to be cut with a knife. the key turned in the lock with a metallic click that sounded, to both of you, exactly like the gong announcing the start of a new round.

the door opened and you walked into the dim hallway. before you could even reach for the light switch, art pushed the door shut with his foot. the dull thud of the wood against the frame locked you both in a private redoubt, isolating the tension from the rest of the world. his large presence behind you made the hallway seem suddenly tiny.

you tossed your keys onto the glass sideboard with a soft jingle and turned slowly.

"welcome," you whispered, leaning your hip against the wall and crossing your arms, taking control of the situation with the same posture you used to wait for his serve. "first stop on our tour: the entrance hall. varnished solid wood floor. smooth, firm, and excellent for activities that require... a dangerous level of body friction. you might slip if you don’t have firm knees, so i recommend you know exactly where to brace yourself when your legs start to shake."

art let out a heavy sigh through his nose, like a bull about to charge. he crossed the short distance between you in two predatory strides, nullifying any safe space. the absurd heat radiating from his massive body made the room’s temperature skyrocket. he raised his hands, ready to grab your waist with that force you knew well, but you were faster.

you slammed your hands hard against his broad, rigid chest, stopping his advance immediately.

"i don’t remember giving permission to touch the fixtures, donaldson," you reprimanded, your voice low, cold, and absolutely in control. "you lost the bet. remember? today you don’t dictate the rules. you only play when and how i say."

his jaw locked so hard you could see the muscle jump under his tanned skin. his breathing was irregular, hitting your face warmly. he hated being stopped, he hated when someone broke his offensive, but the submission that darkened the back of his eyes was your greatest reward. you loved it when you put him in his place.

"you like testing my patience," he murmured, his husky voice scratching the silence, his arms falling heavily to his sides, obeying your command, even if begrudgingly.

"i’m teaching you discipline," you countered, flashing a predatory smile. you pushed off him, trailing your fingertips across his chest just to provoke him, and began walking toward the living room, knowing he would follow every move you made like a hypnotized animal. "this way, please. the living room has an open concept. high ceilings to dissipate heat, and that plush rug in the center is perfect for cushioning abrupt falls... or for burning your knees if you need to beg for something."

you stopped at the foot of the stairs, turning your neck to look over your shoulder. he was right behind you, his eyes devouring the curve of your hips under the tight fabric of your sports top.

"wide stairs," you continued, climbing the first step slowly, forcing him to keep up with your torturous pace. "great for physical conditioning. the incline has a perfect angle for when you need extra leverage... or when i want to keep you exactly at my height while you do the dirty work. what do you think of the design?"

"i think you talk too much for someone who should be showing me the rooms," he retorted, climbing the steps right behind you. the proximity was maddening. with every step, his broad chest almost brushed your back, and you could feel his heavy, undeniable bulge against the fabric of his athletic pants.

"hurry is a sign of weakness in the game, art. you should know that," you teased, reaching the top of the stairs and walking down the hallway until you stopped before the last double wooden door. you turned the silver knob and pushed the doors open. "the main attraction. the primary suite."

the room was lit only by street light coming through the large glass window. the huge bed dominated the center of the space.

"like i said in the car," you said, walking to the edge of the mattress and turning to him, who had stopped at the door frame, filling the entire space with the broad frame of his shoulders. "the acoustics here are impeccable. double-insulated walls. you can scream my name as much as you want, the neighbors won’t hear a single syllable. and the bed..." you tapped your palm against the thick mattress. "king size. pocket springs with high-density foam. tailor-made to withstand repetitive mechanical shocks and deep, high-intensity impacts without losing stability."

art’s last thread of self-control snapped. he growled, crossing the room like a storm. he didn’t try to hug you; he simply grabbed the hem of his own shirt and ripped it over his head in a violent motion, throwing the sweaty fabric into a corner. his chest was glistening with sweat, his abdominal muscles contracted, rising and falling with hungry breathing.

he took another step toward you, his dark eyes burning with need, but you raised a finger in the air, freezing him in place.

"sit," you ordered, pointing to the edge of the bed.

he hesitated for a millisecond, the champion’s ego fighting the desperate desire to surrender to you. but the authority in your voice bent him. he yielded, sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress, instinctively spreading his legs.

you approached, stopping exactly between his open thighs. you looked down, savoring the sight of the great art donaldson, the indomitable golden boy, panting and waiting for your next command. you placed both hands on his broad shoulders and, using the weight of your own body, pushed him back. his back hit the soft sheets.

before he could try to reverse positions and take control, you climbed onto the bed, kneeling over his waist. you pinned both his wrists above his head against the mattress, using your hands to keep him anchored there. his strength was infinitely greater than yours, but he didn’t move a muscle to break free. he was completely surrendered to your game.

"you always serve too aggressively on the court, art," you whispered, lowering your torso until your breasts almost brushed his bare chest, your face millimeters from his. the citrusy, salty smell of his sweat invaded your lungs, intoxicating. "you always try to dominate the match on the first strike. but in my house, i want to see how long you can last playing only on defense."

he swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to your mouth with an almost animal desire.

"quiet mouth and still hands until i tell you otherwise," you whispered against his lips, brushing your mouth against his without granting a real kiss, feeling him tremble with anticipation. "i hope you have the stamina, because the maintenance of this house is going to require a lot from you tonight."

you kept art’s wrists pinned to the soft mattress, his broad chest rising and falling frantically under your hands. his heavy breathing filled the silence of the room, charged with that electricity you’d built up for hours under the sun.

"you’re doing very well," you murmured, your voice dragged and dripping with condescension, leaning in to leave a wet, lingering kiss along his tense jawline. "a good boy, exactly as i commanded. learning to wait."

a guttural, instinctive groan escaped the base of art’s throat, the sound vibrating directly against your own chest. the whispered praise hit the mark, crumbling the untouchable facade he used in tournaments. he closed his eyes tightly, his hips instinctively rising to try to find yours.

"warm-up is the most crucial phase of any match," you continued your private, provocative tour, trailing your lips down his hot, sweat-salted neck. "it prevents injury, prepares the muscles for friction, and ensures the structure can handle the pressure. and, believe me, we’re going to have a lot of friction here."

you slid a free hand across his contracted abdomen, undoing the knot and pulling the waistband of his athletic pants down with torturous slowness. the contrast of your soft fingers against his feverish skin elicited short gasps from your rival. you brushed your own clothed hip slowly against the heavy, rigid, painful bulge marking his fabric, feeling him arch his back, desperate for friction.

"so needy," you whispered against his earlobe, torturing him with short, precise hip movements, rubbing against his pulsing erection. "but the lady of the house hasn’t finished the inspection of the area."

you lingered there, sucking the sensitive skin of his collarbone, stripping away all the sanity remaining in the athlete’s brain with slow touches and dirty teases about how pathetic he looked begging like that. but the truth was that the slippery moisture gathering between your own legs betrayed your apparent calm; the desperation was mutual and the tension was taking its toll on your body too.

that was when you felt the shift in the air. your rival’s patience had run out completely. art donaldson was a soft, submissive boy in your hands only until the animalistic need spoke louder than obedience.

with a low, ragged, possessive growl, he broke the rules of your game. in a fraction of a second, he used that raw, colossal strength, releasing his own wrists and rotating his hips to completely invert the situation. you let out a startled gasp as your back hit the egyptian cotton sheets, and his colossal shadow covered your body, pinning you in place.

"my turn to serve," he panted, his dark eyes glowing with a dark, soft, but undeniably dominating lust. "and you talk too much, love."

he didn’t give you time to regain control. his large, calloused hands, which previously held the racket with such precision, now undressed you with hungry urgency. he tore off your top and shorts in quick motions, tossing the fabric to the floor, baring you under the room’s dim light.

"look at you," he whispered, his voice dropping to a husky, dirt-laden tone, his eyes devouring every inch of your bare, goose-pimpled skin. "so beautiful. so bossy, and look how soaked you are for me."

he buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting your skin, marking his territory with a possessiveness that made you let out a sharp whimper. his large hands mapped your curves, long fingers gripping your thighs firmly and spreading them without asking permission, exposing you completely to him.

and then, he went down.

his hot, relentless mouth found your center. you arched your back violently, your fingers digging into the hair at the nape of his neck in desperation. he was methodical, focused, and absolutely devastating. he knew your reactions as he knew the lines of his own court. his skilled tongue sucked and teased your throbbing, sensitive spot, drinking you in greedily while two thick fingers slid inside, mimicking a rhythm of heavy thrusts that made you lose your composure.

you thrashed beneath him, your breath hitching as the wet, audible friction echoed through the perfectly sound-insulated walls. you were on the edge, your legs trembling with weakness, your nails dug into his broad shoulders as the climax built like a fire in your lower belly.

"art... please," you begged, your voice broken, your rival’s pride destroyed by lust. "now. i need... let me finish."

but the exact second your muscles began to contract for the orgasm, he stopped.

he pulled his mouth away abruptly, pulled his fingers out of you, and moved up your body, leaving you panting, empty, frustrated, and on the brink of madness. the lack of touch made you let out a low sob of desperation.

"no. not yet, linda," he whispered against your mouth, his lips shining, stained with your own moisture. the restrained, smug smile that irritated you so much was back on his face, crowning the delicious cruelty of the soft boy who now held the leash. "you teased me all day, made a fool of me at the net, forced me to drive here, and made me wait in your bed. now you’re going to feel exactly the same frustration."

he settled between your legs, brushing the heavy, bare, hot tip of his erection against your slippery entrance, sliding slowly along the sensitive slit, using your body’s own lubrication, but vehemently refusing the relief of the deep penetration you both wanted more than oxygen.

"ask your champion properly," he growled, large hands gripping your hips with possessiveness, pressing you into the mattress. "beg your rival to fuck you. say i won this round on your own turf. and maybe... just maybe, i’ll let you finish this tour."

you kept art’s wrists pinned to the soft mattress, his broad chest rising and falling frantically under your hands. his heavy breathing filled the silence of the room, charged with that electricity you’d built up for hours under the sun.

"you’re doing very well," you murmured, your voice dragged and dripping with condescension, leaning in to leave a wet, lingering kiss along his tense jawline. "a good boy, exactly as i commanded. learning to wait."

a guttural, instinctive groan escaped the base of art’s throat, the sound vibrating directly against your own chest. the whispered praise hit the mark, crumbling the untouchable facade he used in tournaments. he closed his eyes tightly, his hips instinctively rising to try to find yours.

"warm-up is the most crucial phase of any match," you continued your private, provocative tour, trailing your lips down his hot, sweat-salted neck. "it prevents injury, prepares the muscles for friction, and ensures the structure can handle the pressure. and, believe me, we’re going to have a lot of friction here."

you slid a free hand across his contracted abdomen, undoing the knot and pulling the waistband of his athletic pants down with torturous slowness. the contrast of your soft fingers against his feverish skin elicited short gasps from your rival. you brushed your own clothed hip slowly against the heavy, rigid, painful bulge marking his fabric, feeling him arch his back, desperate for friction.

"so needy," you whispered against his earlobe, torturing him with short, precise hip movements, rubbing against his pulsing erection. "but the lady of the house hasn’t finished the inspection of the area."

you lingered there, sucking the sensitive skin of his collarbone, stripping away all the sanity remaining in the athlete’s brain with slow touches and dirty teases about how pathetic he looked begging like that. but the truth was that the slippery moisture gathering between your own legs betrayed your apparent calm; the desperation was mutual and the tension was taking its toll on your body too.

you pulled away just enough to look at the damage you were doing to the great art donaldson. his broad chest was rising and falling in a chaotic rhythm, glistening under the room’s dim light.

you grabbed the elastic of his athletic pants and, with a firm, fluid movement, pulled the fabric down, freeing him completely from any barrier. the sight made your own breath hitch for a fraction of a second, heat rising up your neck. he was absurdly hard, heavy, and throbbing with anticipation under your predatory gaze.

he tried to move his hips up, a blind instinct in search of friction, but you slammed your free hand hard against his chest, pinning him back into the king-sized mattress.

"ah, ah," you clicked your tongue, reprimanding him with a scornful smile. "i didn’t give permission for you to move. hands stay trapped up there. you want the tour to continue? then be a good boy for me."

a strangled, almost plaintive groan escaped his lips when your hand wrapped around the base of his erection. the skin was feverish, and the way he arched his back when you squeezed your fingers firmly and began sliding up and down sent a wave of intoxicating power straight to your spine.

"you’re so reactive, art," you teased, feeling the pre-cum slip through your fingers, lubricating the friction. you leaned in, your hair brushing against his tense thighs, and replaced your hand with your mouth.

the perfectly sound-insulated primary suite captured every delightfully obscene sound that followed: the wet sucking, his irregular, heavy breathing, the low groans he no longer had any pride to try to hide. you swallowed him slowly, exploring every inch of his length, mapping your rival’s sensitivity with cruel mastery. you controlled the rhythm dictatorially, sucking hard and fast, only to release him and use only the tip of your warm tongue when you felt his thighs contract near the limit.

"please," he begged, his voice shaky, husky, and unrecognizable. his dark eyes were teary and unfocused from pure lust. his long wrists were still stretched above his head, large hands gripping the sheets tightly so as not to break the rule you’d imposed. the competitive athlete who couldn’t accept losing a serve was there, whimpering for relief. "linda, please... don’t stop."

"so submissive. a true champion on the court, but in here, begging in this pathetic, soft way for me," you murmured against his skin, leaving a smacking kiss on the rigid base before moving up his colossal body again. you stopped hovering exactly over his hips, brushing your own drenched, sensitive slit against his feverish tip, eliciting an animal growl from art’s throat. "the pipe pressure is excellent. it passed the stress test."

you settled your hands on his chest muscles, maintaining control of the height and rhythm. his eyes locked onto yours, dark and overflowing with mutual desperation.

"i think it’s time to test the structural stability of this bed once and for all," you whispered, and with calculated, torturous slowness, you sank your hips, taking his dense thickness inside you inch by inch.

the sigh that escaped your lips was long and delightfully shaky when you finally sank all the way, swallowing every inch of his warm, thick length. art threw his head back against the pillow, teeth clenched and veins in his neck bulging as he let out a hoarse, raw, dragged-out groan. the feeling of absolute fullness was almost overwhelming, fusing your rivalry into pure, desperate need.

"so deep," he panted, his voice choked, large hands hovering in the air, still fighting the instinct to grab your waist and take control. his obedience was the most exciting thing you had ever seen.

"i told you the structure could handle it," you whispered, your voice loaded with that same dirty malice from before. you placed your flat hands on his sweaty, rigid chest and began to raise your hips, only to descend hard right after. "good boy, art. hold the pressure."

the sound of the first wet impact echoed loudly through the primary suite, proving the room’s acoustics really left nothing to be desired. you dictated the rhythm, riding your rival with long, calculated thrusts. with every descent, the slippery, feverish friction elicited dirty profanities from donaldson’s lips. you rubbed your sensitive center against his tense abdomen on purpose, torturing yourself and him with the relentless friction. the bed creaked in a rhythmic protest, absorbing the exact mechanical shocks you had promised at the start of the tour.

but the golden boy’s limit had been reached. art was a soft, obedient submissive, but the blood running through his veins was that of a fierce competitor. when your nails scratched his chest and your pace accelerated in search of your own relief, the switch flipped in his mind. the softie vanished, swallowed by a territorial predator.

in a blind, brutal movement, his massive hands flew to your hips. long fingers sank into your flesh with a possessive force that made you gasp.

"the load test was a success, linda," he growled, dark, predatory gaze glowing in the dim light while he locked your movements with absurd ease. "but now the lead engineer takes over the damn work."

he didn’t give you time to argue. with a violent, coordinated impulse, art reversed positions, throwing your back against the mattress and rolling until he was on top. he pulled you to the edge of the bed in a second, your legs dangling off. he knelt on the floor, between your open thighs, lifting your hips to find the perfect angle.

"you talked a lot about the sturdy floor in the hallway," he whispered, his grave voice vibrating against your inner thigh skin before he left a soft bite there. "let’s see if you can handle the brunt with your back supported on this bed."

he held your knees, pushing them against your own chest, opening you in a way that left you completely exposed and vulnerable to his attack. and then, he sank in all at once.

the scream you let out was muffled by his warm lips capturing yours in a desperate kiss. he began to thrust with a rhythmic, deep violence that stole all the oxygen from your lungs. it was raw, unprotected sex, skin against skin in a wet, audible friction that filled the room’s entire void. every thrust hit exactly your most sensitive spot, making your entire body shake with every shock.

"so tight, taking everything so well for me," he praised between thrusts, his tone oscillating between absolute filth and sick affection, taking the reins. he let go of your knees only to slide his hands under your back, pulling you even tighter against his hips. "you’re so good. the most hospitable lady of the house i’ve ever seen."

the combination of deep fullness, obscene words, and uninterrupted friction was driving you to madness. heat concentrated in your lower belly, and the tension began to spiral rapidly. you were so close, nails digging into his broad arms, your breath hitching as premonitory contractions began to tighten around him.

"art, now," you begged, throwing your head back, the lady-in-control pose completely shattered by mutual desperation. "please, let me cum."

but he slowed the rhythm to almost a halt, brushing only the thick tip against your slippery entrance, pulling your hair slightly to force you to face him. his eyes were teary with lust, but control was entirely his now.

"no, linda. not yet," he denied, thumb rubbing your swollen clitoris, sending an electric shock that made you whimper. he was keeping you on the edge, extending the torture. "ask properly. say whose turf this is now. say who won the game."

"it’s yours, the game is yours, the house is yours," you sobbed, completely surrendered, your hips rising instinctively to try to force his entry back in. "you won, donaldson. fuck me already, please."

satisfied with your absolute surrender, he let out a low curse and returned to thrusting at full force, in a frantic, relentless rhythm. the pressure was absurd. the climax hit you like a runaway train, successive waves of pleasure exploding through your body while you screamed his name, your canal muscles tightening violently around him.

the feeling of you cumming around him destroyed the athlete’s last barrier of control. art lost the ability to form words. his face contorted in pure pleasure, breathing failing as he accelerated the final thrusts. the exact second the orgasm tore him from the inside out, the desperation to continue inside you fought against rationality. with one last, almost painful growl, he pulled his hips back abruptly, exiting you at the limit of danger.

the thick, hot liquid splashed over your contracted abdomen, staining your sweat-glistening skin and dirtying the expensive egyptian cotton sheets. art collapsed onto you immediately, his broad chest rising and falling frantically against yours, his face buried in the curve of your damp neck. your legs were still tangled at the edge of the bed, hearts beating at the same fast, chaotic frequency.

"wonderful acoustics," he whispered against your skin, his voice shaky and exhausted, but still loaded with that restrained smile that drove you crazy, as he smoothed your hair matted to your forehead. "but i think we need to test the other rooms to be sure."

his weight on you was a delicious anchor, keeping your body grounded while your mind still floated in the post-orgasm mist. art’s hot, irregular breathing hit your collarbone, his heart hammering against your breasts as if he were still in the middle of an exhausting tie-break. the hot, thick moisture spread over your abdomen was the incontestable proof that the great art donaldson had broken under your pressure.

you let your head fall to the side on the pillow, eyes heavy and a feline smile tearing across your swollen lips. your fingers, still shaky, sank into the sweaty hair at the nape of his neck, giving a light caress that made him let out a long sigh of absolute surrender. the softie was back, nestled in your neck, docile and completely spent. at least for now.

but the lady of the house never ended visits this early.

"you think so, huh?" you whispered, your voice dragged by exhaustion but dripping with sharp malice.

you slid your free hand across his broad, bare back, feeling his relaxed muscles under his feverish skin. with torturous, calculated slowness, you arched your hip just enough for your entrance, still extremely sensitive, drenched, and pulsing, to brush lingeringly against the base of his erection, which hadn’t even fully gone soft.

art panted violently. his entire body stiffened in alert, lethargy vanishing the same instant. he raised his head slowly, bracing himself on his elbows to stare at you from above. his dark eyes, still teary with lust, locked onto yours. his jaw locked and the hunger of rivalry reignited, swallowing any trace of blind obedience.

"because, from what i remember," you continued, sliding your nails across his broad chest until they stopped right over the athlete’s racing heart, sustaining his predatory gaze with the unwavering audacity of someone dominating the match. "we only bet on a single set today on the court, donaldson. and we both know very well how that one ended."

you leaned in slightly, brushing your wet lips against his tense jawline before whispering right into his ear, your voice dropping to a dirty, provocative, and dangerously inviting tone.

"if you want to test the durability of the kitchen’s marble counters, or the friction level of the shower stall tiles... well, we’ll have to make a new bet. and i’m warning you now, i tend to be much more ruthless when i play the rematch."

the smile that tore across art’s face was slow, dark, and loaded with delicious possessiveness. he slid his massive hands down your arms until he captured your wrists firmly, pinning them above your head against the cotton sheets to regain absolute control of the situation.

"then set up your best defense, linda," he growled against your mouth, his lips devouring yours while his hips already aligned perfectly with yours again, his heavy tip pushing against your entrance. "because i don’t plan on leaving this house until i lift the championship trophy."

sooo, i watched challengers 1 week ago and i couldnt stop thinking ab art so... youre welcome!

*idk NOTHING ab tennis so sorry ab any mistake lol *i tried put a little of house tour by sabrina carpenter cuz im a huge fan, i want to make one based only in that song ! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ reblogs, likes, and kind comments are totally welcome! my inbox is open if anyone wants to request a specific fanfic. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

[kochslut]

was wondering before i make any requests what kinks and stuff you will write for and wont. and things you preffer to write about etc. ik you touched on this a bit in your pinned post but i wanted a bit more clarification just to be sure❤️

heeey! thanks for asking. sorry giving u a late answer lol

so, i can write ab anything! if you do not want a smut, i can do one more peaceful. i like to write ab kinks, any type. (less pee, poo, and the others i have pinned), i prefer to write ab men x fem readers, its more easy for me cuz im a straight woman.

well, here go a list:

what i can write:

power dynamics;

switching;

bratting and teasing;

psychological tension and deprivation;

specific kinks and object use;

physical chaos and possessiveness.

pure vanilla

what i don't write:

pointless aggression;

cold and distant domination;

illegal or extreme taboo themes (pedophilia, underage characters, or any kind of illegal content);

gross-out kinks (scat, watersports, bodily fluids *outside of normal smut*, or anything physically disgusting and heavy gore.);

i can try diferent things too! tell me what you want and i see if its possible. we can talk if u still interested. 🌷🪽

[kochslut]

a thought...

cooper had to fly out somewhere far for a movie hes in so you guys were apart for like a month and you guys need eachother BAD. so when he gets back you have the roughest steamiest sex ever???? like...switch!cooper...kinky...slight bdsm...

idk just a thought🤷‍♀️

hey! how are you? hope you like it. sorry for being soooo late. xx

𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥?╰┈➤ 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗈𝖼𝗁

synopsis: cooper spent thirty days away, shooting his new movie. thirty days of frustrating texts, longing, and promises. when he finally unlocks the apartment door, the rule is clear: whoever caves first loses control. a night of absolute possessiveness, role reversal, and physical chaos where both are willing to do whatever it takes to dominate each other.

paring: cooper koch x fem reader

warning: explicit sexual content, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, bondage and restraints, spanking, bratting, biting and marking

you and cooper have been dating for a long time, but ever since his career blew up in hollywood, he spends a lot of time away. and this time is no different. a month apart felt like an absolute eternity. he was traveling to shoot a movie, and you couldn't settle for just texting anymore. you needed him.

your phone screen lit up the dark bedroom while you reread your last conversation. the time zone difference meant he was often on set while you were trying to sleep, which only added to the frustration.

you: i can't take this empty bed anymore. i'm losing my mind here without you.

three dots pulsed on the screen, indicating he was typing. the reply came fast, loaded with the same impatience you were feeling.

cooper: just left the set. you have no idea how badly i need you right now.

cooper: just a few more hours. my flight is tomorrow morning. i'll be there in the afternoon.

you sighed, your fingers typing quickly. the longing was already turning into an urgent, physical need.

you: a few hours is a long time, cooper. i want you here. now.

the delay before his next text made your heart race. when the message finally came through, his tone had completely changed. the exhaustion gave way to that dark, dominant posture that always made you breathless.

cooper: don't tease me when i'm miles away and can't do a damn thing about it.

cooper: have you been a good girl while i was gone?

you smiled at the screen, feeling a shiver. the tension between you two was heavy and electric, even through the phone.

you: maybe. i guess you'll have to find out when you get home.

you: [nude sent]

cooper: oh... you're playing with fire.

cooper: i will find out. and i swear to you, the second i lock the door to that apartment tomorrow, you aren't going anywhere.

cooper: go to sleep. save your energy. you're gonna need it.

the screen went dark, but sleep was completely out of the question. the countdown to his return had gained a new weight, and the promise in his words left your entire body on high alert.

the next morning seemed to drag on forever. you barely managed to close your eyes during the night, the anxiety and desire pulsing in your veins. when the sun finally lit up the apartment, you jumped out of bed. it was so close now.

you wanted everything to be perfectly ready for your boyfriend's arrival. the shower was long and meticulous; you prepped your skin, shaved carefully, and rubbed the lotion he always praised all over your body. back in the bedroom, you opened the drawer and didn't hesitate with your choice: you put on that lace lingerie, his absolute favorite. it was the piece that always made cooper's eyes darken the second he saw it.

then, you sprayed your perfume on your pulse points, your neck, your wrists, and your chest, knowing exactly the immediate effect that scent would have on him after a whole month apart. the apartment was spotless, the silence broken only by the ticking of the clock.

wearing only a light robe over the lingerie, you started pacing back and forth in the living room. your heart was beating hard against your ribs. every footstep in the hallway outside made you hold your breath, waiting to hear the metallic sound of his key turning in the lock. he was almost there. the promise he made over text echoed in your mind, giving you goosebumps.

the metallic click finally tore through the silence of the room. the key turned, the handle gave way, and the door opened.

cooper was there. his hair a little messy from the flight, his jacket slung over his shoulder, but none of that mattered. what stole your breath was his eyes. dark. starving. the second his eyes met yours, any trace of exhaustion vanished, immediately replaced by a pure, overwhelming need.

the jacket and the duffel bag hit the floor with a dull thud. he didn't even hesitate. with a quick, decisive step, he kicked the door shut behind him with his heel, locking the two of you away from the rest of the world, exactly as he had promised in the texts.

before you could say anything, he was already on you. his large, warm hands grabbed your waist firmly, pulling your body flush against his with a force that made you gasp.

"god, you are so beautiful. you have no idea how much i've dreamed of this," he murmured, his voice rough and desperate scraping against your skin. he inhaled the perfume on your neck, the scent he had missed so much, and then his mouth found yours.

it wasn't a soft, longing kiss. it was possessive. he kissed you as if he needed your taste to breathe, his lips devouring yours while his hands traveled up your back, pressing you hard against his chest. every touch sparked with the electricity of a whole month of repressed desire.

"mine," he whispered against your lips, alternating words with hot, wet kisses on your neck and jawline, marking his territory. "so perfect... i missed you so much. you drove me crazy this entire month."

his large hands slid from your neck straight to the tie of your robe. he took his time untying it, but the firmness in his fingers made it clear who was in control of the situation. when the light fabric slipped off your shoulders and fell into a puddle at your feet, the silence in the room felt deafening.

cooper's gaze dragged down your body, taking in every inch of that lace lingerie you had meticulously chosen. his breathing grew heavier, his jaw tight as his eyes darkened with a mix of adoration and hunger.

"you knew exactly what you were doing when you put this on to wait for me," his voice came out as a low, harsh growl, loaded with an authority that made you tremble. his fingers traced the edge of the lace on your waist, sending an instant shiver across your skin.

you tilted your chin up, holding his gaze, feeling courage and urgency mix together. "i told you over text that you'd have to find out if i behaved when you got home. do you like the surprise?"

he gave a half-smile, dark and dangerous, pulling your waist to glue your body back to his. "i love it. and now i'm going to show you exactly how much."

without warning, cooper's hands dropped to your thighs and, in one quick, fluid motion, he lifted you off the floor. you gasped in surprise, instinctively wrapping your legs around his waist and resting your hands on his broad shoulders, feeling the texture of his wrinkled shirt.

he didn't hesitate for a second. cooper walked toward the hallway, his dark eyes locked on yours, carrying you with an ease that made the difference in strength between you two glaringly obvious. every step he took toward the bedroom made your heart beat faster.

"a whole month imagining this exact moment," he whispered against your neck, his hot breath giving you goosebumps. he stopped halfway, pressing your back lightly against the hallway wall for a second, just to set the pace and show who was in charge. "you teased me from afar, tested my patience. now it's my turn to make the rules."

you felt your back hit the mattress hard when he finally laid you down on the bed. the late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, making his expression look even more intense. he hovered over you, resting his arms on either side of your head, pinning you there with just his presence and the weight of his stare.

you lightly dragged your nails down his chest, testing the limits and letting the dynamic flow. "and what happens if i don't want to follow your rules, cooper?" you teased back, your voice a little breathless.

his smile widened, a dangerous and incredibly attractive gleam crossing his eyes as one of his hands reached up to pin your wrists above your head. "i was hoping you'd say that."

he held your wrists firmly, but the confidence in his eyes was the perfect invitation. the moment he dipped his head to kiss your neck, relaxing his posture and weight for a fraction of a second, you took the opening.

using the strength of your legs wrapped around his waist and a quick thrust, you flipped both of your bodies on the mattress. cooper let out a gut-wrenching sound of surprise when his back hit the sheets. suddenly, the entire dynamic had shifted: you were the one on top, straddling his hips, looking down at him.

before he could recover and try to take the position back, you grabbed his wrists. with a firm movement, you pushed his hands down against the mattress, pinning them on either side of his head. the surprise on cooper's face quickly morphed into a dark, incredibly wicked smile. his eyes shone with pure approval; he had always been addicted to the way you fought for control.

"did you really think you were going to come back after a month and call all the shots right away?" you whispered, leaning in until your lips almost brushed his. you kept your body weight on him, making sure your presence was felt in every inch. "i waited way too long for you. the rules have changed, cooper."

his chest rose and fell rapidly, his heavy breathing mixing with yours. he tested your grip on his wrists, tensing his muscles not to actually break free, but just to feel your strength and play along. his momentary submission was just as intoxicating as his dominance minutes ago.

"is that so?" his voice came out even rougher, vibrating against your chest. he lifted his chin, offering his neck in a calculated surrender, but his gaze remained loaded with a provocative challenge. "then show me. make me follow your rules."

you kept your weight on him with one hand pressing firmly on his chest, while the other quickly reached for the nightstand drawer. the metallic clinking of the handcuffs made cooper's eyes shift focus. he tried to tense his muscles, an instinctive reflex from someone used to calling the shots and being in control, but you were faster and more decisive.

with a sharp click, the cold metal locked his right wrist to the bed frame. before he could process it or react, you pulled his other arm, ignoring the low growl of protest vibrating in his throat, and locked the second cuff.

now, he was completely at your mercy.

"you used to be faster, cooper," you teased, your voice low and laced with malice. you settled back over him, knowing that every tiny movement of your body against his was meticulously calculated torture. "but it looks like the trip slowed you down. and right now, you can't do a damn thing."

he pulled his arms against the cuffs, the metal clinking, the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense beneath the wrinkled shirt. the frustration in his eyes was obvious; he hated being restrained, but there was also a dark, hungry fascination with your audacity.

"you think these cuffs are gonna hold me for long?" he shot back, his voice deep and breathless, fighting to keep some spark of authority in the situation.

you smiled, leaning in slowly. instead of kissing him and giving him what he wanted, you dragged your nails in a slow, provocative line from his jawbone, down his neck, to the center of his chest, feeling his heart hammering wildly beneath your hand.

"they're going to hold you for as long as i want," you whispered against his ear, feeling him shudder. "and until i decide otherwise, you're just going to watch and beg. got it?"

he swallowed hard, his dark eyes locked on yours, his chest heaving fast, finally giving in to the reality that, for now, control belonged entirely to you.

you kept your gaze locked on his, a smug smile playing on your lips. with your free hand, you moved down to the first button of his wrinkled shirt. cooper tracked your every move like his life depended on it, his breath hitching when your knuckles brushed the hot skin of his neck.

you unbuttoned the first button with a meticulously calculated slowness. then the second. with every piece of exposed skin, the tension in the room seemed to double. his eyes grew even darker. driven by instinct and the need he had built up over a month, he tried to lift his hips, seeking any kind of friction against your body, but you pulled back just a millimeter—exactly enough to deny the contact he was begging for.

"uh-uh," you clicked your tongue, your voice a soft but absolute reprimand. "i didn't say you could move, cooper."

he let out a frustrated groan, almost a growl, throwing his head back against the pillow. his exposed chest rose and fell rapidly, and his hands pulled at the cuffs once more, the metallic sound echoing through the room in stark contrast to the silence of your teasing.

"you're cruel," he muttered, his voice hoarse and dragged out, heavy with a dark adoration. his eyes snapped back to you, burning with that repressed desire. he was loving every second of your dominance, even though it was driving him crazy.

you finished undoing the last button, pushing the fabric aside to fully expose his chest. you tilted your face down, your lips barely grazing his hot skin without actually giving him a real kiss. you felt him tremble under your minimal touch.

"and you are very impatient," you whispered back, your breath fanning across his skin. "but you're gonna have to learn to wait. because right now, you are entirely mine."

you pushed yourself up a bit, making sure you were still straddling his hips, but removing any comforting proximity. no kisses. no caresses. just the coldness of your control and the heat of his frustration. cooper's chest heaved rapidly, his erratic breathing filling the silence of the room.

with a slowness that made him clench his jaw, you dragged the nails of your free hand down his exposed chest. it wasn't a soft touch. it was a light but sharp tracing, going down line by line, feeling his abdominal muscles contract violently under your scrutiny.

"no kissing, cooper," you whispered, watching his expression falter, his dark eyes locked on yours with a mix of anger and deep desire. "you haven't earned it yet."

your nails continued their torturous path downward, stopping exactly at the edge of his belt buckle. the metallic sound when you lightly scratched the leather made him let out a heavy, almost painful sigh. his wrists pulled at the handcuffs with new strength, the metal creaking against the bed frame. he was on the verge of losing his sanity.

"you're playing with fire," he warned in a low growl, his voice vibrating with a dangerous edge, fighting his own body not to cave and beg.

instead of answering, you used just the tip of your index finger to trace the waistband of his pants. you pressed the fabric lightly, teasing him without crossing the line, keeping him in that state of pure anticipation and shattering agony. with every slow movement you made, his breathing hitched, and your sense of absolute power over the hollywood star tied to your bed became even more intoxicating. he was completely surrendered to your pace, whether he wanted to be or not.

you brought your free hand to his belt buckle. the sound of the metal unfastening echoed in the quiet room. with the same merciless slowness, you undid the button of his pants and started pulling down the zipper, millimeter by millimeter, letting the back of your fingers lightly brush the fabric underneath.

cooper yanked at the cuffs violently, the metal banging hard against the bed, his arm muscles trembling from the effort. he threw his head back on the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as a frustrated groan escaped his lips.

"i can't wait anymore," he complained, his voice rough and bordering on desperation. "fuck, you're driving me insane... i need..."

you stopped moving instantly, denying him the relief. the silence that fell over the room was heavy and electric. you slid your body up a little higher, leaning your face in until your lips were inches from his ear.

"i waited a month for you..." you whispered, your voice husky with desire and pure provocation. "suffering for your touch, touching myself every night. wanting you... i think making you wait as long as i waited is your punishment."

his chest heaved violently at your confession. the mental image of you alone in that bed for the past few weeks, needing him like that, seemed to break the last barrier of composure he had. he opened his eyes, and the look he shot you was submissive and animalistic.

you watched his erratic breathing for a second, soaking in the desperation in the dark eyes staring back at you. he was at his breaking point, and you knew it.

with a calculated movement, you finally lowered your body. your mouth found his. you invaded his lips in a deep, aggressive kiss, while slowly rolling your hips against his. the sudden heavy friction made cooper groan loudly against your mouth. his hands pulled at the cuffs with so much force the bed frame groaned in protest.

he tried to lift his own body, desperate to fit against you better, seeking more of that contact, more of that heat you were finally offering. for a few intense seconds, you let him feel your weight and the taste of your mouth, giving him the illusion that the punishment was over.

but, just as he seemed to completely lose himself in that relief, you broke the kiss.

you pulled back abruptly, sitting back on his thighs and taking your weight off his hips. the contrast of losing the contact was immediate and brutal. cooper let out a gut-wrenching sound of pure frustration, his eyes glazed over, his chest rising and falling frantically as he tried to catch his breath.

"you like that, don't you?" you asked, your voice low and cruelly controlled, wiping the corner of your lips with your thumb. "but that was just a taste. i told you that you'd have to wait. you still have to earn the rest."

he swallowed hard, his knuckles white from gripping the cuffs so tight, completely captive to your will.

you straightened up on his thighs, making sure your body was perfectly in cooper's line of sight. his gaze was nailed to you, dark, predatory, and furious. your hands slowly moved down to the straps of that lace lingerie he loved so much.

you slid the first strap off your shoulder, letting the fabric yield just a millimeter.

the chains of the handcuffs clinked violently as he pulled his arms against the metal. the muscles in his neck and chest were completely tense. by this point, the heavy tension was taking its toll on cooper. he was so pushed to the edge that he was losing his mind. you wanted to see how much he could take without touching you. but it felt good letting him suffer as much as you suffered without him.

"you think this is a fucking game?" he growled, his voice deep, harsh, and dripping with possessiveness. he abandoned any trace of begging. "take it off. take that shit off slowly. but i swear to god, the second these cuffs open, you won't even have time to breathe."

you smiled, provocative, ignoring the threat. with calculated slowness, you slid the second strap down, letting the top of the lingerie slip and fall into your lap, revealing the skin he was desperate to mark.

he let out a low, dirty curse, his eyes burning as they devoured the sight of you. his chest rose and fell in an uncontrolled rhythm, his breath hitting hard in the silence of the room. his legs writhed; he wasn't going to last much longer.

"look at me," he demanded, his tone hard and dominant, his authoritative posture overflowing even while handcuffed. "keep taking it off. let me see exactly what's mine. because i promise you, as soon as i get loose, i'm going to collect on every millisecond of this torture of yours. and i won't have an ounce of mercy for you."

the heavy tone of his words sent a hot shiver down your spine. the dynamic was perfect: you had absolute physical control, but he was using his voice and the promise of what he'd do later to dominate your mind.

you didn't look away. in one fluid motion, you got rid of the rest of the lace, letting the last piece of lingerie fall to the bedroom floor. now, there was absolutely nothing covering you. it was crystal clear how much cooper loved seeing you bare, with nothing blocking his view.

before he could let out another curse or threat, you moved closer, pressing your bare skin against his hot chest and tense stomach. you started moving your hips in a slow, torturous rhythm, rubbing yourself against him, teasing him with the heavy friction of your body over the thick fabric of his pants.

cooper threw his head back, a hoarse, gut-wrenching groan tearing from his throat. the chains banged frantically against the bed. "fuck... you're begging to be destroyed," he growled, his voice breaking, mixing agony and pleasure. "that's it. rub harder. show me how desperate you were for me while i was gone."

his dirty, arrogant teasing, even while tied up, made your blood boil. you smiled wickedly against the skin of his jaw. with your free hand, you reached for the small key you had left on the nightstand and slid your fingers over to cooper's right wrist.

he clenched his jaw, his dark eyes tracking your movement, not knowing exactly what you were going to do. the click sounded loud in the room. the right handcuff sprang open.

the exact millisecond his arm was free, cooper didn't waste any time. his large, heavy hand flew to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair with a crushing, possessive force, pulling your face down until his lips crashed into yours with pure brutality.

his hand moved quickly down to your waist, digging his fingers into your skin to force your hips to move with more power and urgency against him, taking control of the friction and setting his own pace. he kissed you with an aggressive hunger, devouring your mouth before moving down to your neck, biting your skin hard enough to leave a clear, achingly good mark.

"one hand," he murmured against your skin, his voice heavy, hoarse, and vibrating with dominance, even with his left arm still chained to the bed. "one fucking hand is all i need to put you in your place and make you scream my name."

any trace of resistance you still had melted away the moment his hand gripped your waist, squeezing so hard you knew it would leave a mark. it was what you wanted, what you liked. cooper's brute strength and desperate hunger were irresistible. instead of fighting to pin his arm down again, you surrendered completely, letting your body weight relax against his hot chest.

your surrender was the trigger he needed. cooper let out a low sound of approval, a satisfied, possessive growl vibrating in his throat. his free hand slid from your waist to your thigh, gripping your skin tight as he guided your hips, forcing you to move exactly to the rhythm he wanted.

"that's it," he whispered against your mouth, his breathless panting mixing with yours. "give up. you know you prefer it this way. you love playing the boss, but deep down you were begging for me to take the control back."

the handcuff on his left arm still clinked against the metal bed frame with every sharp movement, a reminder of your game, but now he was the one making the rules. taking advantage of your submission, he used the strength of his legs and his free arm in a quick, fluid motion. suddenly, the world spun. you gasped when your back hit the mattress and he was on top of you, pinning your body under his weight.

cooper hovered there, his dark eyes shining with pure victory and lust. even with his left arm still shackled to the headboard, his presence was overwhelming. his right hand moved down to pin both of your wrists above your head with an absurd ease, returning the immobilization you had forced on him minutes before.

"my turn," his voice was a pure promise, dark and loaded with malice, as his gaze trailed down your surrendered body. "you were so cruel torturing me like that. and now... i'm going to make you beg a hell of a lot more than i did."

there was no hesitation, no slow teasing to return what you did. cooper's patience had completely run out a long time ago.

before you could even process the change in position, his mouth collided with yours in a brutally possessive kiss. it wasn't a kiss to make you sigh; it was a kiss to devour you. his free hand let go of your wrists and dropped straight to your inner thigh, gripping your skin with a force that would definitely leave a purple bruise the next day.

he pulled your hips against his violently. the sound of the single locked handcuff banging against the headboard mixed with the sound of heavy breathing and muffled moans against your mouth.

"i'm done waiting," he growled against your lips, his voice rough and failing from urgency, dragging painful, bruising kisses down your jawline to your neck. his teeth sank into your skin, a hard, possessive bite right over your racing pulse. you gasped from the shock and pleasure, your entire body arching instinctively against him.

he used his free hand to unlock his other wrist. now, he used both hands to spread your legs with overwhelming impatience, fitting his heavy, hot body perfectly between your thighs. cooper's dark eyes met yours, flames of pure instinct and domination burning in them.

"you drove me crazy for a month. teased me, tied me up, and played with me," he whispered harshly, his hot breath hitting your face as he pressed his hips hard against you, the intense, desperate friction making it perfectly clear that playtime was officially over. "now deal with the consequences. because i won't have an ounce of pity. i'm going to make you scream until you forget your own name." he delivered a sharp slap to your cheek, leaving an almost unbearable burning sensation that only excited you more.

you let out a sharp cry that was quickly swallowed by another slap to the other side of your face. your nails scratched his broad shoulders while your entire body arched under the impact. the feeling of finally having him there, erasing the distance of that entire month all at once, was so electrifying it blurred your vision.

the rhythm he set from the very first second was merciless. there was no room for gentleness, only the need to mark his territory.

he didn't hesitate. with a quick, sharp motion, he pulled the heavy leather belt still threaded through his pants. the sound of the leather sliding and the dry crack in the air sent a hot shiver down your spine. you knew what was coming.

you gasped when he grabbed both of your wrists with brutal force, pulling them above your head. in seconds, the thick leather of the belt was wrapped tightly around your hands, immobilizing you completely. the irony was delicious and terrifying: the dominatrix was now totally surrendered.

taking advantage of your shock, cooper grabbed the black tie from his suit jacket thrown on the floor. without the slightest gentleness, he tied the fabric tightly over your eyes. the room plunged into absolute darkness, and all your other senses went on painful high alert.

"you like playing with ropes, handcuffs, and making the rules," his voice sounded way too close to your ear, deep, rough, and carrying all that heavy authority that made you weak. the sound of the metal belt buckle clinking against the headboard was the only thing you could hear besides his heavy breathing.

"now you can't see anything. you can't move. you can only feel the punishment i chose," he growled, his tone absurdly possessive.

that was when you felt it. the cold, rigid texture of a different object, the stiff leather crop he had pulled from the nightstand drawer, slid without warning down your inner thigh. he didn't strike right away; he just used the leather tip to trace your skin with restrained power, moving up slowly, applying the exact pressure to make it clear he controlled the pain and the pleasure. he controlled the intensity of what you were supposed to feel.

the threat of the object in his hands, the crack of the leather against his own palm to scare you in the dark, combined with your blindness, left you completely at the mercy of his aggression.

"beg for me," he demanded in a dirty whisper, pressing the leather of the crop against your skin a little harder, making you gasp and arch toward him. "say i'm your owner. say the control is mine."

the darkness of the blindfold heightened every single one of your senses. the sound of his heavy breathing, the smell of his cologne mixed with sweat, the sound of the leather stretching. there was no fear there, only a pure, wild, and addictive adrenaline that made your blood boil.

when the first dry crack of the crop hit your thigh, you didn't pull back. instead of whining or begging, you threw your head back and let out a low, hoarse, and absurdly provocative laugh. you knew that irritated cooper. he hated seeing you unfazed.

the pain mixed with the excitement, sending a shock of heat straight to your lower belly. you pulled your arms against the belt binding your wrists so hard the headboard creaked, arching your body not to try and escape the object, but to meet it.

"you hit like you're feeling sorry for me, cooper," you spat the words into the darkness, your voice dripping with arrogance and defiance, playing the brat he loved to tame so much. "one month away and you got this weak?"

his silence lasted for a second, heavy as lead. then the second strike came. much faster. much firmer.

the sting burned your skin, pulling a loud, dirty moan from your throat. the sensation was an electric shock of reality; the visceral confirmation that the wait was over. the twisted pleasure of that sharp pain made you smile, teeth gritted in pure euphoria. you thrashed violently beneath him, showing that your energy was just as chaotic and desperate as his.

he loved it when you fought back, but he was a master at turning the tables. if pain and aggression fueled you, he was going to use the cruelest weapon he had: absolute denial.

Ele parou de se mover. De repente, o ritmo frenético e a pressão opressiva do seu corpo, que te deixavam louco, simplesmente cessaram.

you gasped, confused by the darkness of the blindfold, rolling your hips instinctively against him to try and get the friction back, desperate for the heat. but cooper gripped your waist with an iron hold, digging his fingers into your skin to lock your body against the mattress. you couldn't move a single millimeter.

"Você acha que venceu só porque levou o golpe?", a voz dele baixou para um sussurro letal e arrepiante no seu ouvido. "Você se esqueceu de quem detém as chaves de tudo aqui. Se você quer brigar... eu vou brincar com a sua sanidade."

he started moving again, but dropped the brutality completely. his tap on your cunt was agonizingly slow, provocative, and calculatedly perfect. he knew the exact pressure and rhythm to make your whole body short-circuit. the challenge and the attitude you had seconds ago were quickly replaced by desperation. his breath hit your face while he kept up the relentless, torturous teasing, driving you right to the edge.

you threw your head back, your whole body arching and trembling, your hands fighting against the thick leather of the belt above your head. he knew how you liked it and what to do. the pace was fast, continuous, and you moaned louder and louder. you were almost there. the climax was just a breath away. electricity rushed under your skin, begging for release.

and then... he pulled back. he stopped completely. the contact was broken the exact millisecond before you got what you wanted.

a strangled sound of frustration, almost a cry of anger, ripped from your throat. "cooper... oh. fuck, don't do this. keep going." you begged. you couldn't help it. "fuck, please."

"shh," he hissed harshly. his weight still pinned you down, but he denied you the only thing that mattered right now. he traced your jawline with his thumb, his voice dripping with arrogance and sadistic control. "you're going to stay right there. on the edge. burning for it. empty. until i decide you've suffered enough."

the denial of release was the worst torture he could have picked. the need throbbed in every muscle of your body, making you dizzy. you tried to thrash, tried to pull back the aggression from before, but his denial reduced you to pure instinct. he left you hanging on the edge, panting, blindfolded and tied to your own bed, completely hostage to his timing.

"this is what happens when you try to be bigger than the one making the rules," he murmured, soaking up every second of your agony, watching you writhe beneath him in the dark. "now, the aggressive 'good girl' is going to have to swallow her pride. you're only getting your release when you admit out loud that you can't survive another second without me."

you swallowed hard, your chest rising and falling frantically. "cooper..." you whispered, your voice coming out weak, trembling. you let your body relax into the mattress, simulating the purest, most perfect surrender. "please... i need you. don't leave me like this."

his low, victorious laugh vibrated in the room. his ego had been fed. he loosened his grip on your waist, his body weight shifting as he brought both hands behind your head. he wanted to untie the tie. he needed to see your eyes the moment you completely broke.

that was his mistake. and your opportunity.

he undid the knot and the tie slipped off your face, giving you your vision back, you exploded into motion. using the built-up strength in your legs, you locked your calves around his waist and twisted your hips with lethal violence. caught entirely by surprise, without his hands to brace himself, cooper's center of gravity failed.

the world spun again. his broad back slammed hard against the mattress, and the air rushed out of his lungs with a dull thud. you were on top.

the belt around your wrists was already loose enough from your thrashing. with a sharp yank, you freed your hands. cooper tried to push up, growling, but you were faster. you grabbed the same silk tie he had used to blindfold you and, in one fluid motion, lassoed his wrists, pulling his arms up and tying them to the headboard with a double-tight blind knot.

it wasn't the heavy leather of the belt. it was silk.

he yanked his arms hard, the silk stretching, but not giving way. his dark eyes met yours, flashing with a mix of fury and a sick adoration for your betrayal. "dirty trick," he panted, his bare chest heaving. "you're a lying little devil."

"and you let your guard down," you shot back, the wicked smile returning to your lips.

but you weren't going to grind against him again. his dominance was about brute force, impact, and movement deprivation. yours would be about contrast, shock, and psychological torture.

you got off him, standing up from the bed and depriving him of your body heat. cooper let out a frustrated groan of protest. you walked to the kitchen, fished a single ice cube out of a glass you had left there earlier, feeling the cold burn the tips of your fingers, and walked back to the bedroom.

cooper's gaze tracked your hand, confusion mixing with arousal.

"you like setting the pace," you murmured, stopping beside the mattress, looking down at him. "you like denial. you like watching me burn."

without warning, you pressed the melting ice cube directly against the center of his hot, sweaty chest.

cooper gasped violently, his eyes widening at the thermal shock. his abdominal muscles locked, hard as rock, as the freezing water began to run down his skin, an absurd contrast to the fire that had been burning in his veins for weeks.

you drew slow, torturous circles with the ice around his nipples, trailing a freezing, wet line down his tense abdomen, stopping dangerously close to the waistband of his unbuttoned pants. with every move you made, he shuddered, pulling at his silk-bound arms, completely hostage to sensations he couldn't predict or control.

"your torture was hot and heavy," you whispered, leaning in just to blow cold air over his wet skin, making him squeeze his eyes shut and growl in agony.

you trailed the ice cube down to the waistband of cooper's underwear, but you didn't pull it down. you kept teasing him; you knew that was his weak spot. he hated this kind of teasing.

you threw the rest of the ice away, hearing the cube hit the hardwood floor. the thermal shock had already done its job. cooper panted, his abdominal muscles trembling beneath the wet, freezing skin, his dark eyes locked on you with a desperate hunger. he knew what was about to happen.

without saying a word, you climbed onto the bed and kneeled over his hips. the rest of his clothes were no longer an obstacle. his gaze burned into you, tracking your every move, his breath catching when you finally positioned yourself over him.

with a sharp, heavy movement, you dropped your weight down all at once. the collision of your bodies was exact and overwhelming. oh, how you had missed this. you couldn't even remember how perfectly your bodies fit together anymore.

cooper let out a hoarse cry, almost a roar, his head thrown back sinking into the pillow while his back arched violently off the mattress. his arms strained against the silk tie with absurd force, the veins popping in his neck and tense arms. the insane temperature difference between the freezing skin of his chest and the fire consuming you both made him lose his mind in that very second.

"fuck yes," he cursed, his voice breaking into a dirty, dragged-out moan. "fuck... don't stop."

"shut up. i didn't give you permission to speak," you growled back, your voice low.

you dug your nails into his broad shoulders, marking the skin, and began to set the pace. there was nothing gentle or soft about it. it was aggressive and absurdly intense. you moved your hips with force, driving your weight down on him relentlessly, forcing him to take every impact.

driven by blind instinct, cooper tried to lift his back to meet you, desperate to control the friction and get deeper; he needed to feel you as deeply as he could. but you let go of one of his shoulders and shoved his wet chest hard against the bed, crushing his attempt to take the reins back.

"stay flat on the mattress, cooper," you demanded, breathless, your hair falling in your face as you sped up the pace in a way that made him close his eyes and clench his jaw in pure agony and pleasure. "you're going to take what i give you, exactly the way i want to give it. got it?"

the loud, wet sound of your skin slapping hard echoed in the quiet room, keeping the rhythm of your victory. with every heavy downward thrust, disjointed curses escaped his lips. and there he was, tied up, panting, and being consumed by the relentless aggression of the girl he had sworn to dominate ten minutes ago.

"say the control is mine," you demanded, your whole body trembling from adrenaline as you drove him crazy, the perfect friction tearing away the last shred of sanity he had.

"it's yours," he gasped, his voice completely surrendered, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he pulled at the silk bindings one last time. "fuck, it's all yours. just don't stop."

you set the pace without stopping. the only sound in the room, now illuminated by the moonlight, was the sound of your moans and the heavy friction of your bodies colliding. you would love it if someone came to complain. it would only turn you on more.

you were already intoxicated by your own power, and that was your mistake. the silk was strong, but the sweat on cooper's skin made it dangerously slippery.

with a deafening growl that vibrated deep in his throat, his predatory instinct took over. ignoring the burn on his wrists, he twisted his arms with brutal violence. sheer force and sweat did the trick. the silk slipped. one arm came free. a millisecond later, the other one followed.

the world flipped before you could even take a breath to scream.

his massive hands grabbed your waist with a brutal grip, ripping you off him like you weighed nothing at all. he didn't throw you back on the mattress; he dragged you off it. your feet barely touched the rug before he spun you around roughly and shoved you against the heavy oak dresser on the other side of the room.

the impact of your chest and stomach against the cold wood knocked all the air out of your lungs. you were completely vulnerable, bent over the furniture, totally exposed from behind.

you heard a metallic sound. it wasn't the bed. much less handcuffs. he had kicked his open duffel bag on the floor. a second later, the sharp, unmistakable sound of leather being pulled and snapping in the air made your blood run cold with pure anticipation.

he had pulled out a pair of black leather gloves, they were heavy and probably a prop from the movie set, and he was putting them on. the sound of the leather stretching over his fingers was the most deafening threat you had ever heard.

"did you really think you were going to hold me down with a fucking piece of silk?" his voice was a dark thunder right behind you.

the rough, cold, unyielding texture of the leather glove grabbed the back of your neck with a crushing force, pushing your face against the surface of the dresser, locking your spine and eliminating any chance of escape. his other gloved hand came down heavy and relentless on your thigh, a sharp, violent slap that echoed off the walls and made your whole body tremble with the shock of pain and pleasure.

"your playtime is over."

the roughness of the glove gripping your hip was the only warning before the final impact. without prepping, without warning, he took control back with a violent thrust from behind. the force of the impact made you let out a sharp scream that tore your throat, your nails scratching the wood of the dresser in desperation.

he dictated a wild and punishing rhythm. he pressed his hips against yours with an aggression that threw you forward with every thrust, the wood creaking loudly under the weight of you both. the contrast of his hot skin against the rough, cold, textured touch of the leather gloves squeezing your flesh and marking your waist drove you to a level of madness you didn't know existed. his gloved hand delivered sharp slaps to your skin countless times.

he pulled your hair with his leather-clad hand, forcing you to tilt your head back. his hot breath hit the back of your neck, his breathing just as erratic as yours while he destroyed you from the inside out, claiming every inch with fury.

"say it," he growled, his hoarse voice failing from the intensity, the impact of your bodies sounding loud and wet in the room. "tell me who's the boss here. swallow your pride and tell me who your owner is."

the sound of the impact was deafening, but it started to get drowned out by an even more chaotic noise: the solid wood of the dresser creaking and cracking under the violence of his body pressing into yours.

he was punishing you for daring to play with his control. his leather-gloved hand gripped your waist with brutal force, digging his thick fingers into your skin to pull you against him with an impact that knocked absolutely all the air out of your lungs.

you let out a loud scream that tore your throat. it wasn't just pleasure or pain anymore, it was absolute chaos that left you completely blind. your nails scratched frantically at the polished wood, trying to find any anchor while your whole world was shaken with crushing force.

a loud, sharp, dry crack cut through the air in the room. the thick wood of the dresser top beneath your hands splintered under the pressure. the entire piece of furniture was shaking.

"cooper!" you screamed, the sound mixed with a desperate moan, your chest heaving while the structure trembled violently with every heavy, relentless thrust he gave. "the dresser... it's gonna break!" you tried to say, your voice weak.

"fuck the dresser!" he roared back, his voice tearing through the room, completely animalistic, his accent heavy from lack of breath. his breathing was pure fire hitting the back of your neck. his other gloved hand yanked your hair back harder, forcing your head to arch back to the absolute limit. "fuck the whole room! i told you to say who your owner is!"

the next impact was so absurd, aggressive, and deep that you almost saw stars. one of the legs of the dresser finally gave way under the weight of both of you, scraping against the hardwood floor with a deafening screech and tilting the structure. you were losing your footing, being completely consumed and destroyed by the force he was using to dominate you back. the cold friction of the leather glove against your burning hip was the worst kind of torture.

"you!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, your voice breaking in a hoarse cry of pure sensory overload, your entire body trembling in a violent spasm. "fuck, cooper, it's you!"

the confession screamed in the middle of the chaos and the sound of splintering wood was his trophy. cooper's victory was absolute.

the sound of the wood finally giving way was a thunderclap in the room. the structure of the dresser tilted fully forward, the thick top cracking with a violent snap.

before you could lose your balance and fall down along with the debris and the drawers that crashed to the floor, cooper's strong arm, wrapped in that rough, cold leather glove, crossed your stomach like an iron seatbelt.

he yanked you violently backward. your back collided against his broad, hot, sweaty chest when the furniture collapsed in front of you with a deafening crash.

the sharp jolt and the impact of his body pinning you and holding you up in the air were the final trigger. he kept up the relentless pace, now standing, he didn't stop. the explosion of pleasure hit you like an electric shock, brutal and merciless. you threw your head back, your neck curving against his shoulder while a long, breathless, and completely surrendered scream ripped from your throat, your mind going completely blank.

cooper hit his climax along with you in the exact same instant. he locked his jaw, a deep, dirty, guttural growl vibrating in the bottom of his chest, reverberating down your entire spine. the grip of the leather gloves on your stomach and hip was almost crushing as he unleashed all the frustration, the longing, and the aggression of that entire month all at once, carving his dominance into every cell of your body.

the silence that followed the chaos was heavy and dense, cut only by the sound of your frantic breathing and the noise of a few splinters of wood from the broken dresser finishing falling to the floor.

you were completely limp. your legs were shaking so much they wouldn't support your own weight if he wasn't holding you tight against him. cooper's chest rose and fell violently against your back, his heart hammering against your skin.

slowly, the adrenaline started to drop and his breathing began to slow down. he loosened his steel grip on your waist a little, letting the weight return slowly to your feet, but without actually letting you go. his other gloved hand came up with exhausted slowness, brushing your sweat-dampened hair off your neck to press a hot, wet, and now dangerously affectionate kiss right on the red mark where he had bitten you earlier.

"mine," he whispered against your skin, his voice still heavy and dragged out, but loaded with a dark, possessive, and deep satisfaction. "never doubt who makes the rules again when i come home."

the breathing of both of you was still uneven in the middle of the chaotic room. the destroyed dresser at your feet was the physical proof of the storm that had just passed.

slowly, cooper took off the leather gloves, pulling the thick material with his teeth and throwing them on the floor, along with the debris. the coldness was immediately replaced by the comforting warmth of his large, bare hands, which now held your face with a gentleness that contrasted absurdly with the brutality from minutes ago.

he picked you up in his arms with exhausted ease, ignoring your trembling legs, and walked back to the messy bed. the soft mattress felt like a hug when he laid you down slowly. he settled in beside you, pulling your tired body to glue to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield.

the comfortable silence filled the room. you slid your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his hot shoulder. the adrenaline finally faded, giving way to a raw vulnerability. the pain of missing him for that last month hit hard again, but now mixed with the crushing relief of having him there.

"cooper..." you murmured against his skin, your voice choked up, needy, and completely exhausted, squeezing him against you like he was going to vanish any second. "don't leave me here again. take me with you. to any set, to any trip, to anywhere... i can't stand being away from you for a month anymore. please, i'm begging you. take me with you next time."

he stayed silent for a moment, his breath fanning slowly over the top of your head. his long fingers started to gently stroke your back, moving up to your neck to brush the damp hair away from your face. when he tilted his head down to look at you, his dark eyes were still possessive, but now overflowed with an absolute, protective adoration. his ego was through the roof with your final surrender.

a slow, dark, and dangerously charming smile curved his lips while his thumb calmly caressed your jaw.

"are you going to be a good girl?"

hello! after a looong time, i'm back! how are you guys? people still like cooper? i do! (i was on pinterest this whole time posting his pics...) hope y'all like this one, sorry any mistakes. made a very long time since the last time i wrote something. be nice. 🪽🪽

[kochslut]

PLEASE work on c.ai, your writing is so talented and cooper koch is too underrated on there

heey! i was thinkin ab it. idk to much how c.ai works, but im gonna learn and its a possibility starting write there. <33

[kochslut]

WHERE ARE YOU??? ARE YOU OKEY????

omggggg hiiiii!!!!! im ok!!!! i received a lot of dms of you guys, thanks for being so gentle w me. im sorry for being offline for like... almost 2 years... i finished my college so i think now i can come back!!! hope ppl still like cooper koch cuz i do. love yaaallll

[tswiftw]

[kochslut]

guess whos back lmao i was passing for really shit things but here i am i know cooper koch is very scared to see me coming...

[kochslut]

hey! got a question. would you write nsfw headcanons about cooper? (i know he's gay but i don't mind) x

im sorry for the one month delay to answer you lol. ive decided to continue to write after some weirds shits w me.

but yesss, i would write anything u want w him! no problems, just follow the rules in my masterlist :)

[kochslut]

OMFG I NEED HIM

[cherryfawn7-deactivated20250908]

𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓰𝓪𝓶𝓮!

name/nickname: briela <3

fave animal: deer, lamb

desired aesthetic: pink coquette ethereal bambi doll

a moodboard based on you:

@carolelombardsgirl @ribb0ngirl @girlrottinginmyroomallday @bigdolldoeeyesgirl @mlissyou @spinmearoundd @townofangels @calenderk1tten @oceanblvdbabe @rottingangel9 + any of my other moots who wanna join! <3

[greersluvbug]

name/nickname: Bee/ Bridge

fave animal: bunny, fawn

desired aesthetic: coquette, 1960s London, 1940s Hollywood

a moodboard based on you:

no stress tags: @sparklingsonderingdeer @dreamsinhoneymoon @bambieyes7777 @girlrottinginmyroomallday @dangeroustaintedflawed + anyone that wants to join <3

[sparklingsonderingdeer]

name/nickname: sabrina / sab

fave animal: deer, pigeons

desired aesthetic: suki waterhouse core

a moodboard based on you:

@bambieyes7777 @dreamsinhoneymoon @elsalvy

[cannibal4u]

name/nickname : elsa or rebecca, becca?

fav animal : any feline really

desired aesthetic : 2014 soft grunge

a moodboard based on you:

tags : @vanillqcoke @sofioopsies @birdieapplee @burymeinglitter

[sugarsweethrt]

name/nickname: Alyssa / lyss / lys

fav animal: deer, bunnies

desired aesthetic: honestly I’m not sure I’m very indecisive lol

a mood board based on you:

tags; @we1rd-girl @coraxoxo @bellamoooon @agirlinteruppted @katkorbyn @444prilsbae @dollrunopka @micolailnaso

[bellamoooon]

name/nickname: Isabella / Bella / issa

fav animal: raccoons (istg idek), dogs (specifically Bernese mountain)

desired aesthetic: tbh idk probs downtown girl aesthetic?

a mood board based on you:

Tags: @kochslut @iiamnia @lavvitcher @chrisbabymomma @segoblind @echstacy00 @cooperkochisfine 💌🌙

[kochslut]

name/nickname: isabela / isa/ bel / bells

fav animal: im not into animals, but i really appreciate cats and rabbits

desired aesthetic: i have two > big city corporate girl and writer in a beach town.

a mood board based on you:

tags: @motherismotheringggg @fallout-girl219 @aaronjudgeloverrr 💗

[kochslut]

Hi,

If you do take requests.. is it possible to do one Cooper? But with friends with benefits type of thing. 👀

hey sweetie, how's it going? sorry for the delay. i was trying to figure out the best way to do it, hope i didn't stray too far from what you wanted. hope you like it! 💗

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬 ➤ cooper koch

synopsis: cooper and you have always been friends — or at least, that's what everyone thinks. but behind the cameras, you share something more, a hidden connection away from curious eyes. desire simmers between you with every stolen moment, but there’s something in the way. as the tension builds, you find yourselves navigating the complexities of your secret relationship.

paring: cooper koch x fem reader!

warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, cheating, cream pie, dirty words.

you and cooper have known each other forever. kids running in the backyard, sharing secrets in the school hallways, and growing up side by side. he has always been there, that kind of friend who knows everything about you, and the feeling was mutual. your friendship was genuine and true, without any ulterior motives, until high school, when something changed. it was at one of those parties with your group of friends, one of those nights when the lights were too low and the vibe was relaxed. a different look here, a lingering touch there, and before you knew it, you were kissing for the first time. the moment was intense, but soon came the agreement: you would be friends with benefits, nothing more. it was a relief for you both, a way to keep the friendship intact while exploring what you felt physically. the only condition? no one could know. it was complicated to explain to people that you were friends who hooked up when you were bored.

adulthood came, both of you became models, and cooper went even further, entering the world of cinema in hollywood. but now, you were back together, sharing the spotlight of a calvin klein campaign. people found it fascinating how you two, childhood friends, were venturing into the world of fame together. it was an interesting story that always caught the attention of fans and interviewers. however, something was different. it was subtle, almost imperceptible to others, but to you, it was as clear as day. cooper was in a serious relationship with one of the models from the campaign, and although you tried to ignore it, you couldn't help but feel that pang of jealousy. it wasn't about the relationship itself, but about the fact that now he had less time for you — and for the little secret adventure you both had always shared.

cooper showed up for the sessions always with his casual date by his side, inseparable. they spent the day together, laughing, exchanging glances, as if the world around them didn't matter. and you? well, now you were just the "best friend," stuck in that role of spectator while enduring how unbearable those two were throughout the campaign. it was annoying, but you knew exactly how to handle it.

the campaign was for lingerie, and this gave you the perfect opportunity. cooper might be with someone else, but you knew you had your weapons. during the photoshoot, you seized every chance to tease him. subtle sexy faces, lingering looks, a body movement here and there — nothing exaggerated enough for anyone else to notice. the photographer was completely focused, concentrating on the work, unaware of what was happening beyond the lens. but cooper noticed. of course, he did. with every pose you struck, he felt the heat of that silent provocation, his eyes never leaving yours. he knew exactly what you were doing, and while he tried to maintain a professional demeanor, it was impossible to disguise the effect it was having on him.

you let out soft laughs between poses, disguising what was truly going through your mind. cooper might be with someone else, but you knew that just a little bit of teasing was all it would take to have him back. it had always been this way, and it wouldn’t be any different now. calvin klein inviting you both for this shoot was a gift. in just a few minutes, you’d be taking photos together — a special collection for valentine’s day. there couldn’t be a more perfect moment to provoke even more and, on top of that, annoy his “girlfriend,” who certainly wouldn’t be happy.

when the individual session ended, there was a brief pause. it was the perfect moment. you walked over to cooper, ignoring any glances that might have come from his girl. as you approached, your smile was friendly, but your gaze revealed something more. “ready for the next shots?” — your voice held a slight mischief that only he could pick up on. you gave him a teasing smile as he wet his lips, looking you up and down. you were wearing a slightly open robe, showcasing the white lingerie you had on for the shoot.

he tried to keep his composure, but you could see in the shine of his eyes that your presence rattled him. the light touch of your hand on his arm, for no apparent reason, charged the air between you with a familiar tension.

“of course,” he replied, his voice slightly husky. but you knew it was only a matter of time before he lost control; it was too easy, and he couldn’t resist your advances.

you continued to tease him discreetly throughout the conversation, with subtle comments and quick touches here and there. every word seemed to carry a double meaning, every gesture felt intentional. cooper was clearly struggling to maintain professionalism, but you knew he was getting more and more caught up in the game. that’s how it had always worked between you — a dance of provocations that no one else could see. and with the couple shots about to start, the situation promised to heat up even more.

cooper was trying to keep it together next to you, but the task was getting harder. his date was nearby, watching closely, but what he really wanted at that moment was to rip off that robe — which barely covered your body — and have you right there, right then. it had been a while since he felt the thrill of being with you, and it drove him crazy. he liked his new girlfriend, so much so that he was even considering making things official when this campaign wrapped up. but there was something only the best friend could do for him — something no other relationship could offer.

seeing you like this, practically exposed, teasing him with every subtle move, made his mind wander to places it shouldn’t. it was a whirlwind of thoughts he struggled to contain, yet deep down, it only tempted him further.

well, a secret is a secret. he thought as you disappeared to change. the couple photos were about to begin, and he knew the next hour would be a real test of endurance. as you got ready, cooper moved restlessly, trying to shake off the indecent thoughts that dominated him. he knew that as soon as the cameras focused back on you two, the game of provocations would just begin. and in that moment, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to resist the temptation.

the photo shoot began, and there you were, next to cooper, both of you in your underwear, ready for the poses. the team around you was giving final instructions, adjusting lighting and angles, but none of that seemed to matter to the two of you. the valentine's day campaign called for closeness, intimacy. and that’s exactly what you were going to deliver, even if it was more than the photographer could ever notice. from the first click, you felt the tension rise. cooper was right there, closer than he should be, your gazes locking with an intensity only the two of you could feel. it was subtle, but the effect on both of you was instant. when you brushed your shoulder against his, pretending it was part of the pose, the slight contact sent a shiver down your spine. cooper didn’t look away — if anything, his eyes followed you with a restrained glow, as if he was on the verge of losing control.

every hidden touch, like when your hand lightly grazed his arm or when your fingers briefly skimmed over the soft fabric of his boxers, felt like a silent invitation. it was something only the two of you knew, something that burned slowly, without hurry. cooper, for his part, tried not to show how much it affected him, but you could see it in the small reactions — the way his breathing got heavier for a moment, the slow descent of his gaze down your body. when he placed his hand on your waist for one of the poses, a touch that should have seemed casual, he squeezed a little tighter than necessary, and the warmth from that gesture made your heart race.

the closeness between you was demanded by the campaign, but the feelings rising to the surface were anything but professional. you could feel his body close to yours, the heat radiating from him, and every time your hands brushed, a new thread of tension formed. cooper struggled to stay focused on the photographer’s instructions, but the way you tilted your head toward him, the lingering looks, and the small bites of your lip... it was all making his head spin with desire.

it was almost imperceptible to anyone watching from the outside, but between the two of you, the atmosphere was suffocating. every time he held your face for another pose, his thumbs would graze your skin with a softness only you could feel. he knew exactly what he was doing, and you were loving it. cooper wanted you. the desire was there, pulsing just beneath the surface of every gesture, every glance. but he couldn’t just act on it. not here, not now. still, the way he gripped your waist to adjust your position, the closeness of your bodies throughout the shoot, made it clear that his desire for you was nearly irresistible. and you knew it.

a few hours later, as the lights of the photo session dimmed, you began to feel the weight of frustration growing inside you. cooper’s girlfriend, with her radiant smile, kept insisting on a ride home. as you walked past them, you tried to pretend you didn’t care about that little scene, so you threw a mysterious glance at cooper, adding a subtle bite to your lip. the anger was still boiling in your chest, but you couldn’t let him win this time. he noticed your look, and his expression became unreadable — a mix of surprise and something else.

“of course, let’s go,” cooper said, trying to be polite to her, but the tension in his voice revealed he wasn’t entirely comfortable.

those words felt like a punch to the stomach. feeling the fury rise, you decided it was time to leave that room and head to your dressing room to finish getting ready and finally go home, forgetting about this day. without further delay, you walked away. the path felt long, and your mind raced with everything you’d just witnessed. damn cooper.

when you entered the room, you started changing quickly, trying to distance yourself from the emotional chaos inside you. but before you could get lost in your thoughts, you heard the door open again. cooper walked in, closing the door behind him, creating an intimate space between the two of you. the room wasn’t very large, so the distance between you wasn’t much. in just a few steps, he could be standing right next to you.

"do you think you can tease me like that in front of my girlfriend?" he asked, his voice low but loaded with intensity. he stepped closer, touching your face with the tips of his fingers, and the gesture made your heart race. your eyes met, his half-lidded gaze accompanied by a smile you hadn't yet deciphered.

"i wasn't teasing, and she's not your girlfriend. just something casual," you fired back quickly, trying to maintain your composure, but the sincerity in his eyes was disarming. "what? did your darling get jealous?" you laughed and turned your attention back to the large illuminated mirror behind you.

cooper moved even closer, his hips lightly brushing against your ass from the proximity. his hands were now on your waist, tracing the hem of the short blouse you wore. his expression was a mix of frustration and a kind of fascination that left you speechless. "it’s not about jealousy," he insisted, his voice gravelly, as if he was holding back from exploding. "it's about you driving me crazy all day and expecting me to just ignore it." your gazes met in the reflection.

you turned to face him, the provocation rising inside you, daring the situation. "and why should you ignore it? after all, you're so busy with that other woman," you teased, an ironic smile playing on your lips.

he let out a dry, humorless laugh. "she’s not you, and you know that," he replied, and the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. the way he said it made your heart pound faster.

"and what does that mean?" you challenged, knowing you were playing with fire.

cooper leaned in closer to your ear and whispered, "it means you know exactly what i’m going to do to you right now," his eyes locked on yours through the mirror. a shiver ran through your entire body. you had him.

the air was thick, a burning desire beginning to take shape, something the two of you had always tried to avoid. "and where is she?" you asked, though you didn’t really care about the girl’s whereabouts.

"i left her waiting in the car and told her i had to finish a few things here. so today, speed is going to be our friend." his words could’ve made you feel sad, but the mix of danger and the forbidden only turned you on. knowing that at any moment she could walk in and see her boyfriend fucking you had your entire body heating up.

without thinking, you stepped closer to him, teasing him with a light touch on his arm, a gesture that seemed simple but was loaded with intent. the lights from the mirror glowed over you, but nothing could illuminate the intensity of the moment about to unfold. both of you stood at the edge of a decision, desire pulsing between you like a taut string ready to snap. it was time to get started—time wasn’t on your side tonight.

your lips touched his, that familiar sensation you knew so well but could never get enough of. the kiss started urgently, like you were both starving, and the only way to satisfy it was through each other. cooper didn’t hesitate, grabbing you with force and lifting you onto the large vanity table. your legs pulled him closer, and you could already feel his hardened length through those light blue linen pants.

"good to know i can get you like this so easily," you said between kisses, feeling him smile lightly against your lips. he gave your upper lip a playful bite and placed a hand on your breast, squeezing it with such intensity that you couldn't help but let out a loud moan—one that made him instantly stop what he was doing and press his index finger to your lips.

"don't scream, we could get kicked off the project for this." you just nodded, your face flushed with pleasure after hearing the word 'kicked,' and the kiss resumed right where it left off. both of you knew that promise meant nothing; there were no boundaries when the two of you were together.

cooper’s hand now slid under that tiny piece of fabric you called a top and quickly pulled it off, tossing it somewhere in that small dressing room. finding it later wouldn’t be a problem. now, you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, while your hand tangled itself in his curly hair, gripping as if you never wanted to let go. cooper trailed his lips down to your neck, your most sensitive spot, and he knew it. the warm touch of his tongue on your skin sent curses and murmurs spilling from your lips as he explored your neck with increasing nips and kisses. it was your signature move—you never ended a session without leaving marks.

"you have no idea what you’re doing to me," he muttered against your skin, his voice low and husky, making your heart race even more. his hands, once cautious, now grew bolder, sliding down your body and following a familiar path. they found the clasp of your bra, undoing it so easily that you didn’t even need to help. he toyed with your breasts while his tongue worked circles around your collarbone.

cooper’s hands explored your chest while his lips continued their journey across your neck and collarbone, each kiss sending shivers down your spine. you leaned back, feeling the cold surface of the vanity against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. when your lips finally met again, the intensity grew, and cooper pulled you closer to the edge, your bodies colliding in a rhythm that mirrored your shared desire.

"you can’t turn back now," you whispered, adrenaline coursing through your veins. cooper didn’t hesitate, taking your left breast into his mouth, giving you all the confirmation you needed that he wasn’t going to stop. he was as lost in this as you were, and all that remained was the desire binding you both in that dressing room, far from the prying eyes of the world and the girl he pretended to care about.

your nails left scratches across his broad back, and you wondered what he’d tell his "girlfriend," which only made you dig in harder. each scratch along his back caused him to arch, groaning deeply as he sucked harder on your breasts. this was becoming your game—feeling his mouth on such an intimate spot was exactly what you wanted, but you still craved his touch elsewhere. and as if reading your thoughts, his lips traveled down your stomach, leaving wet kisses in their wake, until he knelt in front of you. despite his height, it was the perfect angle to reach your core.

he pulled down your shorts and planted soft kisses on your panties, his mouth so close to your pussy that it made you tremble. he looked up at you with those green eyes, like he was ready to devour you, and you stared right back, biting your lips and furrowing your brows just a bit. without warning, he carefully removed the last piece of clothing, leaving you completely bare. he couldn’t help but notice how soaked you already were.

"do i turn you on that much?" he smirked, and you rolled your eyes. without hesitation, his mouth was on you, moving in slow, circular motions with his tongue. your hands went straight to his hair, gripping tighter with every wave of pleasure he sent through you. as cooper’s tongue traced every inch of your pussy, the mirror behind you reflected the heat between you two, the tight space only amplifying the intensity of your bodies colliding. every time his tongue hit the right spot, the mirror seemed to tremble slightly, as if capturing the overwhelming desire that filled the room. he was completely in control, but deep down, you both knew he was just as lost in the moment as you were. now, he slid a finger inside you, moving it in and out while his mouth continued to suck your clit.

"you’re so wet, y/n," he said, pulling his mouth away from your pussy. those words sent a shiver down your spine. now, two fingers slid inside you while his thumb rubbed slow circles on your clit, making your back arch in steady rhythm. he watched you closely as he worked his fingers, unable to resist the sight of your parted lips and closed eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. he loved seeing you like this; it made him feel like he knew you in ways no other man ever would. you were completely at his mercy, and there was no hiding it. cooper pushed you further, exploring every inch of you, pressing all the right places he was so familiar with, but with a renewed passion, as if each touch was a rediscovery. his mouth on you was a perfect blend of familiarity and excitement, making you forget everything else around you.

it didn’t take long before you came hard, the taste of you flooding his mouth. cooper pulled his lips away from your pussy and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "you know you got my fingers completely soaked, right?" he teased, slipping the two fingers that were inside you into your mouth, letting you taste yourself. he couldn’t hide how much he enjoyed the sight, kissing you again, his tongue swirling eagerly against yours.

he admired how vulnerable you were, sitting on that vanity table, legs trembling and breath ragged. he knew exactly how much you wanted this, and he wanted it just as badly. the only downside was the urgency—the thought of his girl growing impatient and coming to find him… the risk of getting caught only made cooper harder, and he couldn’t wait another second without fucking you.

cooper moved his body over yours, so close that it felt like there wasn’t even space for air between you. your lips brushed against each other, the tension from the last few months building up into every touch, as if each one was an unspoken promise. his hands were everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding up your thigh—while the heat between you intensified with each kiss, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of your body.

he fumbled with the zipper of his pants with one hand while holding you close with the other, not wanting any distance between you. in that small dressing room, you were entirely his and only his. he pulled down his underwear and teased your entrance with his cock, giving you light strokes that drove you insane.

“i don’t have a condom…” he whispered against your skin, his voice full of lust as the tip of his cock barely entered you. “i guess i’ll have to cum outside of you today,” he teased, rubbing himself against your clit. the little game he was playing was already driving you mad. he knew you didn’t care at all about the lack of a condom, and that you loved cream pie.

“cooper…” you tried to say, your breath coming out ragged, betraying how much you needed him inside you as soon as possible. “just fuck me…”

he gave a sly grin and bit your earlobe, his cock still teasing your entrance. “you’re such a fucking slut…” he growled through clenched teeth and thrust into you with no mercy. the sensation of cooper filling you was still the best thing you had ever experienced. it was suffocating to be without him for so long.

he braced himself against the vanity to steady his movements over you. his eyes were intense, filled with raw desire. the green hue had darkened, his plump lips swollen after going down on you for what felt like forever. his messy curls bounced with every thrust. the vanity rattled slightly with the force of his movements, and your tight pussy gripped his cock, making him groan louder with each stroke.

“fuck, i always forget how tight you are, y/n,” he said, grinning, that grin that always meant trouble, and you knew you were completely at his mercy. he kissed you possessively as one of his hands trailed up your thigh, pulling you even closer. the sound of lipsticks and brushes falling around you was drowned out by the way you both surrendered to each other.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, making the thrusts deeper, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning louder. it didn’t matter anymore if someone from the magazine could hear, or even the slut that cooper was fucking had left waiting in the car just to come fuck you. neither of you could think of anything else but each other. the sensation of your bodies pressed together sent sparks through your skin, while the touch of his lips on your neck sent electric shivers down your spine. nothing else mattered but that moment, the feeling of being consumed by him.

you clung to his strong arms as cooper slowed his thrusts, because now he was trying to put every last inch of his dick inside you. he had a big cock—before, it was almost torturous to handle him—but now, the size only made you more excited to fuck him. his rhythm was controlled, and you locked eyes with him, heart racing. his hair fell over his sweaty face, and he bit his lips, sometimes moaning your name softly.

"i want you in front of the mirror, i want you to see how much you want me and the slut you become when i have you." his voice came out rough and breathless, and he stopped thrusting. a wave of heat washed over you at the way he commanded you like that. you nodded and got off the dresser. now, you stood in front of the mirror, giving cooper the perfect view of your ass. he pressed his hand to your back, bending you over as you leaned on the furniture, able to watch yourself getting fucked by him. he teased your entrance again with his cock, making it glide over you multiple times. cooper wanted to go for anal, but there wasn’t enough time. his face was a picture of pleasure, loving the way he could have you like that and constantly experimenting with different ways to fuck you.

he leaned over you, and in this position, his cock slid inside you with more ease, a deep groan escaping his lips. he couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching every reaction. the way you arched your back against the dresser, returning every provocation, made him want to savor each second. his body pressed yours against the wood, but always maintaining control, guiding you in a way only he could. the way you looked back at him in the mirror, as if daring him while also surrendering, pushed him to the edge. every movement made the dresser creak softly, but he was so focused on you, it didn’t even register. your bodies were perfectly in sync, and he felt every touch of yours like an explosion of sensations, making him even more addicted to you. his eyes locked on yours through the reflection, both of you gazing at each other with intense desire. he barely blinked, watching the pleasure wash over your face, absorbing every subtle movement as if he were mesmerized by how you gave yourself to him.

he slid his hands around your waist, pulling you tighter against him. now, his left hand was gripping your neck, choking you without mercy. your eyes teared up, and all the remaining makeup you had was now sliding down your sweaty face. your mascara was nothing but smudged black around your eyes, which only made cooper even more turned on as he watched you unravel. with his other hand, he slid two fingers into your mouth, never breaking eye contact through the mirror. your eyes fluttered shut in pleasure as your mouth eagerly sucked on his fingers, him claiming even that part of you.

your pussy clenched tighter around cooper's cock with every thrust, feeling him pulse deep inside you. koch was sinking further into you, his body tensing up as he realized just how needy you were for him. your breasts bounced with his movements, making him even more focused on making each thrust frenzied, syncing with the way your hips rolled slightly every time he slowed down.

you glanced over your shoulder, admiring how his abs looked even more defined under the soft dressing room light. he caught your gaze and yanked your hair back harshly toward the mirror. "i told you to look at the mirror, y/n," he growled, his voice dripping with aggression that sent shivers down your spine. his grip on your hair tightened as his pleasure grew, and you let out a few tears from the pain. this image of you like this wouldn’t leave his mind anytime soon, and he’d want to repeat it.

"i’m gonna cum," he grunted, his voice raspy and thick with desire. cooper knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. the way your hips moved, the way you gave yourself to him, made his control slip away completely.

"inside me, cooper," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"you gotta ask louder if you want something from me, sweetheart," he teased.

"cum inside me, cooper! fill me up now," you whimpered. "i need to feel all of you in me."

your desperate words were music to cooper’s perverted mind. he couldn’t hold back any longer, and within seconds, he shot his load deep inside your pussy. he moaned your name loudly as he came, not pulling out immediately, but continuing with slow, gentle thrusts until he finally withdrew. as he pulled out, you felt the hot stream of his cum dripping down your thighs, your pussy completely filled with him. it was the best sensation you could imagine.

cooper leaned against the dresser, sweaty and out of breath. you glanced at his back—covered in scratches—and let out a small laugh as you caught your reflection. you were a mess, and he wasn’t much better. both of you completely wrecked after minutes of pleasure that could have lasted much longer, if only there was more time. the insatiable sexual need between you two was far from normal; you were drawn to each other like magnets and couldn’t seem to let go.

cooper was the first to start cleaning up, grabbing a wet wipe from the floor among the other items that had been knocked off the dresser. he handed you one as well. you wiped the remnants of his cum from your thighs, licking your lips as you recalled the incredible sensation. your best friend was now checking out his own back, clearly marked by your nails.

"if i’d known how badly you wanted this, i would've fucked you somewhere else," he laughed, pulling his shirt on. "not that i'm complaining—you know i love it when you get wild, but of all days…" you rolled your eyes, not wanting to think about the fact that he still had to deal with her.

"well, next time, just keep your dick in your pants," you growled, putting your clothes back on. your hair was a mess; if anyone saw you, they’d know immediately what had happened.

"how am i supposed to hide this now?" he joked, already clean and dressed, fixing his hair.

"it’s not meant to be hidden, cooper. it’s meant to be remembered," you winked, heading toward the door, pretending to leave.

he rushed over to stop you, preventing you from opening the door. it was like your words had ignited something in him. even though he was with someone else, it was obvious you still had him wrapped around your finger.

"you know i can’t get you out of my head," he said, staring into your eyes. "no matter who i’m with, it’s always you that’s on my mind." his breath was warm and close to your face.

you stared back at him, teasingly, tugging lightly at his shirt collar. "and you think i don’t know that? you’re so predictable, coops!" your voice was seductive. "we both know who it is you really want."

you gave him a quick kiss, a brief touch that only heightened the tension between you, and then pulled away, opening the dressing room door without looking back, leaving him there. as your footsteps echoed through the empty studio, you didn’t care what he would do next. deep down, you both knew the truth: no matter who else he was with, in the end, he was yours, and you were his. best friends above anything else. and for now, that was enough.

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im done bye

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Tumblr ruined the quality. 😭😭😭😭

But he’s so fine…

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him in this scene 😫

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Cooper Koch for GQ Magazine 🔥

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MY MAN 😫