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[lovetherush]

BOSS SMUT

One Shot

Boss x !Fem reader

You were in his office watching him meticulously work on something you could care less about. This morning, you picked out a mini skirt with pink frills rising all the way up your thighs thinking it would definitely grasp his attention. But here he is working, like nothing's wrong at all. You scooted closer to him on the desk sighing loudly. "What's wrong darling?" he inquired calmly, slowly turning his head to you. He looked at you; gaze steady with something akin to hunger as his eyes dropped to your skirt. He doesn't move immediately; he lets the tension settle in, liking the way you are practically begging for his attention while he retains his composure. "You seem determined, love," he hums lowly. He finally comes to a complete stop and sets his pen down with a deliberate click. Finally, he reaches out grazing down your thigh just where the frills end. The contrast made you jolt a little bit; his touch was light, but his palm was warm. "Tell me my little pet.." he whispers, sliding his hand higher and pulling you closer to him. "Is this intended to distract me from my work? Because its working... incredibly well." He stood up slowly, the height difference making you feel caged. There he was leaning in to press a slow lingering kiss on the curve of your neck causing a moan to slip from your mouth, his soft lips brushing your skin with a gentle compassion that almost made your toes curl. "You're really trying to provoke me..," his hot breath tickles your ear, voice dropping an octave. His hand moves from your thigh to your waist with a firm grip keeping you still. A#^%& captures your lips; a deep sensual kiss, his tongue colliding against yours leaving you breathless. Then he completely pulls back, his eyes scanning your face. A small, predatory, smile forms at the corners of his mouth. He pulls you closer against the hard buldge of his pants and slides the pink frilled skirt up and off your hips, his glowing yellow eyes now tracing every curve of your body. "You wanted my attention pet, now you have all of it." Despite him being a virgin, the movements are almost instinctive, driven by his eagerness to devour you while. There you were; legs spread wide open with your visibly wet cunt and hair now messy. A$^% fixes his tie as he presses the head of his dick against you, rubbing your hole until you're whimpering. "Look at me darling," he commands softly. As your eyes met his, he pushed in one deep thrust. Now he is stretching you wide, letting out ragged gasps, shattering his composure. Once he finds his rhythm he isn't gentle anymore. The calculated man who you once knew is gone, replaced by a determined lover who drives into you with a steady force. "You're mine," he whispers harshly. "Everything about you is..mine."

[lovetherush]

Guys.. I couldnt finish all of it they put a limit.

Reficoulx !fem reader

SMUT

You were in the shower struggling to shave. Every time you attempted a different angle, it wasn't good enough to defeat the tiny stubborn pubic hairs that were seemingly trying to test your patience. Afterwards, you were getting weary and thought about giving up entirely. Then your mind wandered to Reficoul, your boyfriend, who's possibly doing nothing significant besides playing video games. Thus you shouted, "Reficoul, I need some help!" You heard some words, but they were incoherent due to the hard-hitting pressure of the shower head. After a few torturous minutes later, you heard the door knob turning. You pulled back the curtain, accidentally spilling some water from the showerhead onto the blue carpet. At last, there the tall male was with a supposedly light blush on his face and a faint tug on his lips making it evident he wasn't trying to laugh. "What's wrong, babe?"he asked smugly. "I— I need you to help me shave," you stammered, looking away embarrassingly. When you turned back to look at Reficoul, his eyes were widended a little, but he complied ( excitingly?) to support you. He removed his attire and stepped into the shower. You couldn't help but notice the monster he was packing and stared a little, mind starting to wander. Reficoul noticed this, questioning you teasingly, “I thought you asked me to help you shave.“ You were instantly snapped back from your frisky thoughts and stared at him. A faint blush crept upon your neck ere telling him to shut up and help you. He crouched with the razor beneath you inspecting your genitals. Broad hands parted your thighs; thumb settled on the creases and held you open while he got to work. You stared at the tile and let your mind float. Suddenly, a warm feeling on your clit awoke you from your daydream, evoking a soft moan from you. You glanced down to see Reficoul, his eyes tipped up, expectant, wicked. The silver ball of his tongue piercing dragged around your clit in a slow but precise motion which made your knees loosen. "You like that huh," he murmured against you. "You taste so fucking good." Your mind went hazy. Sensations blurred language, his fingers pumping in and out of you while his glistening silver ball made repeated circles around your slit, like hed been waiting all afternoon for an excuse. You ran your hand through his soft wet hair yanking his head closer until your hips jerked. "Reficoul--" your voice panted in a feeble tone. He didn't hurry, his two fingers curling and repeatedly hitting the spot that made you come to closer to your orgasm. Your legs continued shaking. Then he rose to his feet without fully withdrawing his fingers and crowded you against the wall. His cock, erect, dragged along your thighs. He kissed you, like he was trying to devour you on the spot, and bit your lip. Reficoul growled against your mouth "You calling me in here.. looking at my dick like you already knew how this was gonna end." Then he caught your wrist and pinned it gently to the tile above your shoulder. He hooked one of your thighs above his hip, cock teasing your wet cunt—nothing more—while watching your face. He didn't thrust yet, just stayed buried inside of you; one hand gripping your ass and smacking it to keep you open to him. You clenched around him on purpose. His forehead dropped to your shoulder and he swore, soft. Then he started to move, grinding more than thrusting, keeping you filled while the water kept you filthy and perfect. "Look at me." he said demandingly. You did, his eyes were half lidded, mouth open, wet hair stuck to his forehead. You bit onto his neck deep, forming blood that trickled. He fucked you deeper onto the next stroke, and the pressure built up so sharp that it made you dig your nails into his shoulders. His grip on your ass tightened, it now fully turning red and bruised. The next grind fucked you deeper; his head hitting that same swollen spot until your breath broke against his mouth. "Come on me." His teeth sank deep into your neck, sure to leave bruises. You came first: a hard silent lock around him, vision whiting.