Were Wolves Ears Are, Wolves Teeth Are Near. German/English Writer. Tom Hiddleston, Eric Winter, Oscar Isaac, Sebastian Stan and much more. Fangirl. Main Account: @maveloushiddleston
The light in the hotel bar was pleasantly dimmed and cozy. It wasn't too crowded, but it was lively enough that nobody stood out sitting alone at the bar. Y/N stirred her drink with a straw, lost in thought. Her voice was almost hoarse from the panel, where she hadn't been able to hold back. She wanted to take her chance and was happy that she had been one of the few to get the opportunity.
"All right," she had said, directly into the microphone as she stood up, "The question is for Eric: if Tim Bradford had a softie moment - a real one with a candlelit dinner and a blanket - what would it be like?"
The room laughed. Eric Winter too. And not embarrassed - but honest, warm and with that slightly rough undertone that had tingled in Y/N's stomach and made her unconsciously squeeze her legs together slightly.
Now she was sitting here, two hours later, in the hotel bar - without much hope of seeing him again, while she unconsciously bit her lower lip. And then she heard him and felt goose bumps spread over her skin.
"I recognized your face," a deep voice said from behind her, "Bradford would hate that you introduced him at a candlelight dinner."
She took a deep breath and paused for a moment before turning around - and there he stood. Eric Winter, in jeans and a light blue shirt that was slightly open at the collar. Casual, charming. A dangerous mix that only made her press her legs together again.
Y/N grinned, hoping not to let on how nervous she actually was. "You were laughing. I have proof."
"Is that so?" he asked as he simply sat down next to her, ordering a whiskey and looking directly at her. "But I'll admit, I rarely laugh this honestly on panels. Usually the questions are... well, more harmless."
"Then I'm glad to have enriched your evening." She sipped her glass, trying not to look too nervous.
"You definitely added to the evening," Eric said with a slight wink. Y/N leaned back and looked at him with a smirk.
"I never really got an answer to my question..." she breathed with a playful twinkle in her eye.
Eric leaned a little closer. "What do you say we take the evening a little further? With... a drink. In my room. Just you, me, and no microphone within earshot, and I'll answer your question."
Y/N blinked. Briefly. Her lips curled into a crooked smile.
"Is this your official panel after-program?"
"VIP guests only." he murmured, looking her straight in the eye. "And you definitely had the best question of the day."
Y/N looked at him with interest, raising her glass to her lips and sipping it slowly before casually crossing her legs. Her gaze lingered on him, calm but with a noticeable crackle in the air.
"That sounds... tempting," she said quietly, her voice soft as velvet. "But tell me - how much does such an exclusive extra cost?"
His gaze wandered briefly to her lips, then back to her eyes - dark, alert, almost demanding.
Eric grinned, leaned back with the glass in his hand and looked at her as if he wanted to solve a riddle. "It all depends on what you want. Conversation, company... or something unspoken in between. Either way, we'd both get something out of it..."
His tone was calm, controlled - and yet there was an underlying current between them, as if something could jump out at any moment.
Y/N leaned forward a little, just enough for her scent to touch him. "What if I want it all?"
He was silent for a moment. No feigned hesitation, rather a silent weighing up - whether she was serious. Whether he could take it seriously.
Then he put his glass down. "Then you should come with me now, before I convince myself that I should remain the gentleman everyone thinks I am."
A dry, quiet laugh escaped her and she slid off the bar stool. His eyes followed her every move. "All right, Mr. Winter. Show me your 'VIP program'."
He led her through the hotel lobby in silence, the hum of the air conditioning and the subdued lighting creating a strangely intimate atmosphere. The elevator was empty when they got in.
The door closed.
Silence.
A brief flash in his eyes, and then he stepped closer.
"Last chance to change your mind." His voice was rougher now, almost whispering.
Y/N cocked her head slightly to the side, looking him straight in the eye. "Why should I?"
He grabbed her waist, pulling her to him in one smooth motion - unhurried, but with clear intent.
"Then I'll start to spoil you. And afterwards, I'll let you decide if it was worth the price."
His lips met hers - warm, firm, demanding.
And when the elevator started to move, they both knew that this was just the beginning.
The kiss was not hesitant - it was immediate.
present.
He kissed her the way he had looked at her earlier: focused, with a hint of control, but ready to lose himself in it. His hand at her waist pulled her closer while his other landed in her hair, gentle but demanding.
Y/N returned it just as hungrily. Her fingers slipped under his open shirt collar, feeling the warmth of his skin, the slight rise in his pulse. Her body nestled against his, as if she wanted to feel every inch - and that's exactly what she did.
Eric tasted of whiskey and mint, his lips warm and soft against hers. When she bit lightly on his lower lip, a dark, throaty sound escaped him - soft but charged.
"You're going to drive me out of my mind," he murmured against her mouth.
"That's the plan," she whispered back, pulling him even closer.
When the elevator stopped and the door opened with a soft *ping*, they reluctantly broke away from each other. They both breathed faster, his hand sliding lower against her back, almost possessively, as he led her into the hallway.
"Last door on the right," he said hoarsely.
The walk to the room was short, but every step was charged with the knowledge of what was about to happen. He pulled out his room card, let the door open and turned to face her - there was no question in his eyes. Only hunger.
As soon as the door closed behind them, he pushed her gently but firmly against it.
His mouth found hers again, this time more slowly, more intensely. His hands explored her body more freely now - the curve of her waist, the base of her hip, the slight trembling he caused her.
Y/N's fingers ran through his hair, her nails grazed the back of his neck. She pulled his shirt out of his pants, slid under the fabric, and felt his muscles tense under her touch.
He whispered her name against her skin like a promise, kissing his way down her neck, finding the exact spots where her breath caught.
"You feel better than in my imagination," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
She smiled, pulling him towards the bed. "Wait until you get it all."
Y/N pushed him backwards towards the bed, her fingers still under his shirt, which was now rising inch by inch over his chest. He let her, his eyes fixed on hers - dark, alert, almost greedy.
When she finally let the shirt slide completely over his shoulders, it fell to the floor. Her gaze slid over his upper body, defined, warm. She could feel the tension in his muscles under her hands, the soft sigh of relief as her fingers brushed along his ribs.
Eric lifted his hands, slipped her jacket off - slowly, with relish. Then he ran both thumbs under the waistband of her top and looked at her as if to reassure himself that she was still with him every step of the way.
Y/N nodded barely perceptibly.
With a gentle tug, he pulled the shirt over her head. His gaze traveled over her - not just greedily, but reverently, as if he wanted to memorize every detail.
"You're..." He shook his head slightly, as if words couldn't keep up.
"Better say it with actions," she whispered, gently pushing him to the edge of the bed.
Eric let himself sink back, leaning on his forearms, while she undressed in front of him - first her pants, then her bra, with a confident glint in her eyes. Her movements were calm, controlled - but every little gesture carried weight.
When she was standing in front of him in just her panties, she pulled him all the way back onto the bed with a gentle push on his shoulder. Then she swung herself over him with supple elegance, sat astride his hips, her hands flat on his chest.
He moaned softly, lifted his hands to her thighs, ran them slowly upwards - along her waist, her sides, until they were buried in her hair.
"You look like a fucking dream, Y/N."
She leaned toward him, her lips just a breath away from his. "Then don't wake up."
And she kissed him-deeper, more demanding. Their bodies moved in synchronized rhythm, as if they'd found each other long ago. Her hips rolled lightly against his, just enough to drive him to the edge with each contact.
His hands slid under her panties, finding the warmth of her skin as she pressed against him, soft, demanding, impatient.
His voice was little more than a throaty murmur. "If you're not careful now, I'm going to lose control completely."
Y/N kissed his neck, whispering against his skin, "Maybe that's the plan."
Eric suddenly grabbed her hips and spun her under him in one swift, smooth motion. His body pressed her into the mattress, his weight heavy on her - controlling, but not crushing. His gaze was fixed on her, not a trace of uncertainty left.
"You like playing with fire, huh?" His voice was deeper, darker as he leaned over her. "Then I'll show you what heat really feels like."
Y/N's breath quickened as he pressed her arms over her head, holding her there with one hand - not roughly, but firmly. His other arm slipped between them, his fingers brushing over her panties, slowly, agonizingly light.
"So damn soft," he murmured, his lips barely touching her neck. "And you make this so easy... wanting you."
With a deft move, he tore the last of the fabric away from her, tossing it carelessly to the side. Then he kissed his way down from her collarbone - slowly, demanding - his tongue grazing the most sensitive areas with one goal: to make her tremble.
Y/N arched towards him, seeking more, but he held her tight. Controlled. His fingers slid through her heat, slid inside her - deeply, rhythmically, and then he stopped, only to silence her tender protest with a kiss.
"You don't get anything you don't deserve," he murmured against her lips.
Then he straightened up, removed his trousers, his boxer shorts - his gaze never left her for a moment.
He knelt between her thighs, gripped her hips and pulled her hard against him.
"Tell me you want me," he demanded, his voice a command, not a wish.
"I want you," she breathed, completely surrendered beneath him.
"No, Y/N," he growled. "Say it the way I want to hear it."
She looked him straight in the eyes, lustful, ready. "I want you inside me. Now. Take me."
Eric wasted no time. In one fluid movement, he penetrated her deeply - firmly, demanding. A rough moan escaped him as their bodies found each other perfectly.
"You're mine - right now," he groaned, his hips thrusting powerfully against hers.
Eric paused when he was fully inside her - motionless, deep - and looked at her as if he wanted to memorize every detail of her face. Her dilated pupils, the slightly open mouth, the trembling in her chest as she tried to anticipate his rhythm.
"Can you feel that?" His voice was little more than a raspy whisper. "As deep...as you wanted it."
Y/N nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. He withdrew slowly, almost all the way - she gasped - and then thrust deep into her again, a long, controlled thrust that pressed her hips into the mattress.
A moaning sound escaped her, raw and uncontrolled. And he liked it.
He repeated it - slowly, deliberately. Each thrust was precise, firm, deep. No hasty thrusting - but slow-motion possession.
"Every inch of you is mine right now," he whispered. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer to him so that he could slide even deeper into her. Eric leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His teeth grazed over the sensitive spot and made her moan.
She clung to him, feeling his pelvis provoking her climax every time, teasing him, challenging him - but he gave her no control. Only the feeling that he was controlling everything. Her tempo. Her trembling. Her climax.
His upper body lowered over her again, his chest pressed against hers, his breath hot on her neck. He held her arms above her head again, pinning her with just one hand while the other held her hips tighter - setting his rhythm.
Then came the moment when he increased the pace slightly - not recklessly, but just enough to make her twitch begging beneath him.
"You take me so damn well," he moaned against her ear, "like you were made just for this."
Her legs closed tighter around him, her fingernails digging into his arm as he moved deeper and longer into her - each thrust driving her closer to the edge, not letting her breathe, only feel.
"Please, Eric..." she gasped.
"Not yet," he growled. "You'll cum when I tell you to."
And so he kept her on the edge, driving her almost insane for minutes - until her muscles spasmed, her body began to quake beneath him. Then, with one last deep, controlled thrust, he leaned forward, looked into her eyes.
"Now."
And she cum - with a sound meant only for him, her body jerking under his control.
He followed seconds later, deep inside her, his groan hot against her skin as he surrendered - breathing heavily, holding her as if he couldn't let her go.
Her breathing slowly calmed. Their bodies lay close together, still sweaty, still warm, but the heat was now giving way to a quiet, almost holy calm.
Eric moved carefully without letting go of her completely. He slipped the rumpled sheet over his lower body and pulled Y/N a little closer to him. Her head now rested on his chest, one hand on his stomach. Her fingers were still on his skin as if half asleep - as if she needed to make sure he was really there.
"Are you okay?" His voice was soft, quieter than before. No trace of dominance - just caring, honest interest.
interest.
Y/N raised her eyes slightly, looking at him, her lips still slightly swollen from the kiss, her eyelashes heavy. She nodded slowly. "Mmm... better than okay."
A faint smile settled on his lips. He leaned forward, kissed her forehead - not demanding, not hungry - but quietly, almost tenderly.
"You're incredible," he murmured as his hand ran slowly over her back. "I didn't know a convention could end like this."
She laughed softly, sleepily. "I thought you were the pro at panels like this."
"Only on stage..." He looked down at her, his thumb stroking her shoulder. "That's where I need luck. And you were just that today."
She said no more. Her eyelids drooped again, her breathing became calmer, more even. The excitement was gone, the moment full of gentle silence.
Eric pulled the blanket over them both, his arm firmly around her. He felt her snuggle against him, sigh slightly - and then fall asleep.
"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered against her hair.
A/N I hope you enjoyed it 😉 Which of you were also at the Con
The weekend in Paris at the SLC was simply incredible! I was able to meet Eric, Mel, Alyssa, Mekia, Lisseth and Deric. Everyone is just amazing and great. 😊 I can't wait to meet them again next year.
Regarding this past weekend, I will gladly accept three requests for Eric Winter/Tim Bradford. Chenford is also allowed 😊
rules: No M/M, F/F or sub! Male. Feel free to go crazy 😉
The sun warmed Y/N's skin as she got out of her patrol car. She paused for a moment, letting the stress of the day fall away and simply enjoying the peace and quiet. Her eyes closed for a split second before she was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts by a familiar, teasing voice.
“Daydreaming, Officer Y/L/N?” The words were accompanied by an unmistakable scent that enveloped her, as it often did, before she even turned around.
Y/N slowly lifted her gaze and met Sergeant Bradford's piercing blue eyes, which, as always, scrutinized her impassively.
“No, Sergeant Bradford,” she replied with a slight smile that emphasized her own teasing. “I was just enjoying the peace and quiet ... at least until you showed up.” She closed the patrol car door with a soft click before pushing past him and walking over to the table where Angela and Harper were already seated.
“No food?” Harper looked at her with raised eyebrows, her voice carrying a hint of surprise.
Y/N shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "My rookie will take care of it. There's something reassuring about it. Now I understand why Tim always let me do it." She gave Tim an amused sideways glance, while he merely shook his head and made a skeptical sound.
Angela, who was watching the spectacle with a broad grin, leaned forward and changed the subject. “Anyway,” she began, "I heard you had a date yesterday? How did it go?"
Y/N opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by her Rookie, who appeared just in time with a tray of food. She gave him a grateful nod, waited until he was out of earshot again, and then took a deep breath. With a resigned shrug of her shoulders, she let the tension of Angela's question slide through her body.
“So?” Angela urged with a knowing glint in her eye.
“It wasn't as satisfying as I expected...” she admitted slowly.
“Go on,” Angela urged as she casually took a bite and looked at Y/N curiously.
Y/N sighed softly before she began to recount the disastrous date. The man she had gone out with turned out to be a completely incompetent jerk, and the whole date was a bust from start to finish. As she recounted the most embarrassing details, she secretly vowed never to go on a date again - at least not if it was just to distract herself from her own feelings.
Because deep down, she knew that she always found herself thinking about someone else. Someone who was unattainable. A man who was far too present in her fantasies and completely taboo in reality: Tim Bradford, her supervisor.
She kept talking, but the more she said, the more she became aware of the unusual silence emanating from the side where Tim was sitting. Normally, he could hardly resist a sarcastic comment or a biting remark when she complained about something. But this time there was nothing. Not a word.
Maybe she was just imagining things? Maybe he just didn't feel like taking part in the conversation. But the longer the moment went on, the heavier the tension became. She risked a furtive glance at him, only to find him silent and with an indefinable expression in his eyes.
Was it disinterest? Or perhaps something else? Uncertainty gnawed at her, and she had to force herself to turn her attention back to Angela and Harper, even though she was already beginning to rethink her words.
Eventually the topic drifted, and Y/N tried to concentrate, to really listen, as Angela and Harper took the conversation in a new direction. But as much as she wanted to, her thoughts seemed to keep wandering back to Tim. His silence, his look - everything suddenly seemed more meaningful than it probably was.
“I could set you up with one of my cousins,” Angela suddenly interjected with an amused smile, as if she'd had a flash of inspiration.
The words had barely been spoken when Tim stood up abruptly. His chair scraped loudly across the floor and he reached for his barely touched food.
“Break over,” he explained curtly, but there was an underlying growl in his voice that Y/N heard all too clearly. It was so quiet that Harper and Angela might have missed it, but Y/N sensed the tension in his words.
She frowned involuntarily, watching as he marched away with quick steps and finally got into his car. The door slammed so hard that the bang echoed through the air.
“Someone's in a bad mood,” Harper muttered, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth without taking his eyes off Tim's car.
Y/N just hummed softly, an indeterminate response, as she replayed the scene over and over in her head. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his behavior. Eventually, she rose as well and set off, but her heart beat faster as she approached her car.
The rest of the shift passed without incident, but Y/N struggled to really concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to Tim, his unusual tension and the unspoken words that hung between them. When the shift finally ended, she was both relieved and uneasy.
At the station, she dropped off her gear and began to get ready for the end of the shift. As she walked down the corridor, her gaze fell into the distance, where she saw Tim disappearing towards the changing rooms. Even from a distance, she could see his tense posture - the stiff shoulders, the quick steps. It was obvious that something was bothering him.
Y/N sighed softly, almost unconsciously, and followed him. As she came closer, their eyes crossed for a brief moment. She smiled cautiously, hoping to lighten the mood, but he didn't return it. His face remained expressionless, perhaps even more withdrawn than before, and he disappeared behind the door without a word.
An unpleasant feeling spread through her. Had she said or done something wrong? She went over the day's events in her mind, but couldn't find an obvious reason.
Suddenly John passed her and she took the opportunity to stop him. “Is something wrong with Tim?” Her voice sounded quiet, almost hesitant, but the concern in it was unmistakable.
John paused and shrugged his shoulders. “I don't know... He's been like this since lunch,” he said casually before moving on, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Y/N sighed again, deeper this time, feeling even more at a loss than before. But she decided not to just go home without at least trying to figure things out. Reluctantly, she walked towards the changing rooms, her steps slower than usual. Maybe, just maybe, she would be fast enough to intercept him in the parking lot. It was a weak plan, but she knew she wouldn't get any rest all night otherwise.
When Y/N arrived at the parking lot, the disappointment was not long in coming. Tim's car had already disappeared, and with a frustrated sigh, she finally made her way home as well. The day had drained her, but the uncertainty and unspoken feelings weighed heavily on her.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she dropped her keys in the bowl in the hallway and ran a hand through her hair. Another disappointing day. Why did everything always have to be so complicated? The men she dated always turned out to be disappointments - idiots who couldn't come close to matching the man who was constantly on her mind.
Tim.
Why couldn't anyone be like him? Strong, resolute, reliable - and at the same time with an unconscious gentleness that touched her more than she would ever admit. These thoughts accompanied her to the bathroom, where she undressed with a sigh and stepped into the shower.
The warm water washed over her body, relieving the tension of the day, and she hung her head briefly before leaning against the tiles. Tim. His image forced itself into her mind again, so vividly that she could almost grasp it.
At first it had only been respect. His authority, his experience, his incomparable instinct - all that had made a deep impression on her. But over time, it had become something deeper, a feeling she could no longer ignore.
The water ran over her skin and she hummed softly to herself, enjoying how the heat relaxed her muscles. But then her thoughts drifted in a different direction. She imagined him looking at her - with that penetrating, all-encompassing gaze that always upset her.
Involuntarily, her hand slid to her breasts. In her imagination, it was his rough hands touching her sensitive skin, his fingers taking her nipple between them while he whispered soft, dirty words in her ear. A soft moan escaped her lips and a tingling sensation ran through her.
Her legs instinctively pressed together as she imagined his hard, muscular body pressed against hers, his erection rubbing firmly against her ass. His hands wandering determinedly over her stomach, sliding lower until they reached her pussy.
In her mind, it was Tim forcing her to open her legs with his knee, feeling her so intensely that she could barely breathe. Her hand followed her thoughts, touching her where she wanted to feel him, where the heat was strongest.
But before she could lose herself further in her fantasy, the sudden ringing of the doorbell snapped her out of her daydream.
Y/N paused, her hand trembling slightly as she found her way back to reality, breathing heavily. Whoever it was had ruined the perfect moment - and yet she wasn't sure if she was grateful or angry about it.
Y/N turned off the water, grabbed the towel and hastily wrapped it around her still damp body. The sudden ringing still echoed in her ears as she walked with quick, annoyed steps to the front door. Whoever it was had chosen miserable timing.
As she opened the door, ready to vent her frustration, she froze instantly. Her lips remained slightly parted, but no words came over her as she realized who stood before her.
“T-Tim?” Her voice trembled and her thoughts seemed to stop completely for a moment. The man in front of her, soaked from the rain, his blue eyes more intense than ever, left her unable to think clearly.
But before she could even understand what was happening, Tim closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was raw, demanding and full of suppressed emotion. Y/N stood transfixed for a moment, surprised by the sudden passion that overtook her.
But it didn't take long for her body to react. Her heart raced as she took the initiative, returning his touch and pulling him resolutely into the house. The door slammed shut behind them, the soft click drowned out by the sound of her own pulse.
Tim's hands were everywhere. They explored her body with an urgency that made her tremble. His fingers ran over her back, pulling her closer to him as he pressed her body against the cool wall. The thin towel covering her almost naked body suddenly felt like a barrier that they both wanted to get rid of immediately.
Their lips parted for a moment, and Y/N gasped for air before Tim planted hot kisses on the line of her neck, hitting her most sensitive spot and eliciting a soft gasp. His touch was firm yet demanding, his hands running over her waist, leaving her in no doubt as to how much he wanted her.
Her thoughts were blotted out, only the here and now mattered. And Tim. Only Tim.
With trembling hands, Y/N reached for the hem of his shirt. Her fingers touched his skin as she slowly pulled it over his head. The garment landed carelessly on the floor, but her attention was focused only on him. Her eyes slid over his muscular chest, sculpted by years of hard work and discipline.
With a mixture of awe and desire, her fingers traced the contours of his muscles, tracing each hard ridge of his chest and abs. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as she felt his muscles tense under her fingers.
“Please... Tim,” she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, but full of desire. Her hands traveled upward, caressing his shoulders and finally his neck, where she reached into his dark hair. She pulled him gently towards her while her body leaned longingly against his.
Tim paused for a moment, his penetrating eyes searching her gaze as if to make sure she was as devoted to the moment as he was. Then, without a word, he untied the towel that was wrapped around her body.
The fabric fell silently to the floor and the cool air of the room brushed against her now bare skin. Tim took half a step back, his eyes slowly gliding over her body. His gaze was intense, admiring, and his chest rose and fell noticeably faster as he looked at her.
“You're beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely before leaning forward again. His lips found their way to her breast and a soft gasp escaped Y/N as he encircled one of her sensitive nipples with his mouth.
The warmth of his tongue, the gentle but determined way he spoiled her, made her heart beat faster. She placed one hand on his head, holding him there, while her other hand pressed against the wall behind her to keep her footing. His teeth brushed lightly over her sensitive skin, sending a shiver through her body.
Tim didn't give her a moment to think, his hands finding their way onto her hips, pulling her even closer to him as his lips left her breast and sought their way lower. Y/N's breathing became heavier, her thoughts blurred, and she lost herself in the sheer intensity of his touch.
Y/N's breath came in gasps as Tim released his lips from her breast. His hands remained firmly on her hips, his fingers leaving a burning desire on her skin. For a moment he looked at her, his gaze dark and full of passion. Without a word, he bent down slightly, lifting her up with ease and carrying her in his arms.
Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, her face close to his. Her lips found his, and she kissed him hungrily as he walked down the hallway with firm steps. The intensity of the moment made her forget everything else - the soft creaking of the wooden floor, the distant sound of the rain outside. All that mattered was Tim.
Once in the bedroom, he pushed the door open with his foot and gently laid her on the bed. Y/N felt the cool sheets against her skin, but it was the heat of his body that she really sensed. He leaned over her, supporting himself with his arms while his face was only inches away from hers.
“Tim...” she whispered and placed her hands on his chest. Her fingers slid over the hard contours of his muscles before holding onto his pants. “Take your clothes off,” she added softly, her gaze urgent and full of desire.
A wry smile played around his lips, but his eyes remained serious, almost hungry. “As you wish,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
He straightened up as Y/N lay on the bed, watching his every movement with an impatient tingle. His hands reached for his belt, slowly undoing it before he slid his pants over his hips and let them slide carelessly to the floor. Underneath, he was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts that barely concealed how much he wanted her.
Y/N's gaze traveled over his body, over the definition of his muscles, the strong line of his thighs, and she bit her lower lip slightly. “Anything,” she whispered demandingly, a shy smile on her lips, but her eyes betrayed that she was serious.
Tim slowly removed his boxers, and Y/N's breath caught as he stood completely naked in front of her. His body was a perfect blend of strength and masculinity, and her thoughts were momentarily blotted out.
He stepped closer to the bed, bent down to her again and placed a hand on her cheek. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, his voice gentle but imbued with passion.
“Yes,” Y/N replied without hesitation, pulling him close until his body was once again close to hers. The moment was unstoppable, and she knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
Tim let his gaze slide slowly over her body until it finally lingered between her spread thighs. His eyes were dark, almost devouring, and the expression on his face made Y/N's heart beat faster. With a slight squeeze of his knee, he pushed her legs even further apart and she willingly obeyed him, opening herself completely to him.
“So good,” he murmured in a low, raspy tone that sent a shiver down her spine. “You're perfect...all over.”
Y/N's breath hitched as she felt his hand stroke her thigh, slowly, almost torturously. His fingers traced small circles on her skin as his gaze deepened between her thighs. He shook his head slightly, a smug, crooked smile on his lips.
“Do you have any idea how crazy you're driving me?” His voice was husky, and as he spoke, he let his fingers trail higher, just below her most intimate spot. Y/N's body tensed in anticipation, a soft gasp escaping her.
“Tim...” she pleaded softly, her voice full of longing, but he seemed to be taking his time tormenting her.
“So impatient,” he teased her, leaning forward until his face was close to hers. "I've been thinking about you all day. About what you'd look like if I had you right in front of me... naked, ready, and all for me."
His words made her tremble, and another gasp escaped her lips as his fingers finally slipped between her legs. The contact was gentle, almost teasing, but it was enough to drive her mad.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice almost a growl as his fingers explored her further. "How hot you are? How wet?"
Y/N could only nod, unable to form words as her body arched toward him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, clawing into his skin as he slid one finger inside her and then added a second.
“You want more, don't you?” he asked as he slowly pleasured her with his fingers, driving her to the brink of madness. "Tell me. Tell me how much you want me."
“I ... I want you,” she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. “I need you, Tim ... please.”
The smile on his lips widened and his movements became faster, more intense. “Good start,” he murmured as he continued to work her, giving her pleasure and demanding at the same time: "But I want to hear everything. Tell me what you feel. What you want."
His body was now close to hers and she could feel the warmth of his skin, the strength of his muscles as he drew her into a world of pure ecstasy with words and touch.
Tim watched her every reaction, her unsteady breaths, the trembling of her body under his fingers, and a self-satisfied smile flitted across his lips. “You're so sensitive, Y/N,” he murmured as his fingers moved in a slow circular rhythm, deep inside her. “I could spend all evening tormenting you like this.”
Y/N writhed slightly beneath him, her hands seeking support on his arms, her head pressed lightly into the pillows. “Tim...” she gasped, her voice pleading. “Please stop teasing me ... I need you.”
His blue eyes fixed her, a dangerous gleam in them that made her tremble even more. “That urgent?” he asked, lowering his head to let her feel his hot breath on her neck. His lips brushed her skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he nibbled on her most sensitive spot.
His fingers suddenly left her, eliciting a soft, disappointed gasp from Y/N. But before she could protest, he knelt between her legs and pushed them further apart so that she presented herself fully to him. His gaze traveled slowly over her body, lingering on the heat between her legs, and his tongue ran over his lips as if he intended to devour her.
“You have no idea what you're doing to me,” he said hoarsely, his voice full of passion and possessiveness. "I want to hear you scream, Y/N. I want you to shout my name so loud that everyone knows who owns you."
Before she could answer, he leaned forward and his tongue stroked slowly and firmly over her most sensitive spot. Y/N's whole body tensed, a loud moan escaping her lips as he worked her with his mouth. His tongue found the perfect rhythm, alternating between gentle and more intense movements until Y/N began to squirm against him.
“So, so sweet,” he murmured as he paused briefly to savor her reaction. His hands gripped her hips, holding her tightly as she moved uncontrollably. "Stay still, baby. Let me finish you off."
Y/N could do nothing but obey him. Her fingers dug into the sheets, her chest rising and falling frantically as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. “Tim... I...” she gasped, unable to finish the sentence as he slid his tongue deeper, exploring her until she seemed to dissolve.
“I know, babe,” he whispered, pulling back a little to use his fingers again as his thumb teased her most sensitive spot. "I know exactly what you need. Tell me. Let me hear everything."
“I want you inside me,” she gasped, her voice rough with desire. “I can't take any more ... please, Tim.”
A dangerous smile appeared on his lips, and he straightened up, his imposing presence over her like a burning flame. “Suit yourself, baby,” he murmured as he wrapped her legs around his hips, positioning himself and filling her with a single, deep thrust.
The sensation made them both gasp out loud, and Y/N clutched at his shoulders, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. Tim moved slowly, enjoying seeing her beneath him, completely at his mercy and overwhelmed with lust.
“So tight... so perfect,” he moaned as he increased the rhythm, getting deeper and harder, each movement accompanied by a soft, dirty whisper. "Tell me how good I make you feel, Y/N. Tell me no one else will ever be enough for you again."
Y/N moaned his name, her voice rough and full of devotion as she clung to him as if she was finding support in him. His every movement sent waves of pleasure through her body, and with each powerful thrust, he rolled his hips with such precision that he hit the spot inside her that nearly made her lose her mind. Her fingers clawed instinctively into his back, leaving fine red marks that bore witness to the intensity of the moment.
His movements were a perfect blend of control and passion - possessive, as if he wanted to mark her as his forever, and yet tender, almost reverent, as if he was savoring every second with her. The alternation between demanding intensity and gentle devotion brought her to the brink of madness.
“You're so perfect, Y/N,” he murmured hoarsely, his voice vibrating deep in her chest as he looked at her, his eyes dark with desire. "Every inch of you is mine. And only mine."
His pace increased, his hips moving in a powerful rhythm as his hands gripped her hips as if he could pull her even closer. Y/N's body responded to his every touch, her back instinctively lifting off the bed as she arched towards him, completely lost in the thrill of his nearness.
Y/N felt the heat growing in her body, but she wanted more - she wanted to overpower him as much as he wanted to overpower her. With a sudden jerk, she spun around, using the momentum to push Tim onto his back. Surprised, he let himself fall, his eyes wandering up to her, full of desire and slight amusement.
“So you're taking the lead?” he asked, his voice dark and raspy as a crooked smile graced his lips.
“Oh, I will,” she replied breathlessly, her eyes sparkling with determination. She pushed her hair back and sat on top of him, her hands resting on his muscular chest, her nails scraping lightly over his skin, eliciting a low, rough moan from him.
Y/N moved her hips slowly, teasingly, letting him feel her heat without immediately giving him everything. His hands gripped her thighs, trying to guide her rhythm, but she stopped him with a challenging look.
“Patience, Sergeant,” she whispered with a confident smile. “Now it's your turn to be tortured.”
She leaned forward, her lips grazing his collarbone before she let her tongue glide over his skin. Her movements remained slow, provocative, and she savored the way his body responded beneath her - his tense muscles, the deep, raspy breathing coming from his chest.
As she began to move her hips in a deeper, steadier rhythm, a throaty moan escaped him. His hands slid over her body, holding her as if he wanted to regain control, but Y/N wouldn't let him. She moved faster, letting herself be driven by his desire and her own lust.
“You look so good when you give up control,” she whispered as she leaned back slightly, her movements becoming even more intense. “Tell me how it feels, Tim.”
“It feels like you're killing me,” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. “And I love it.”
His words drove her on, her movements becoming more demanding until they were both on the edge of a climax they reached together - their names mingling in a symphony of passion that filled the room.
Tim let her enjoy the control for a moment, but then something changed in his gaze - a mixture of challenge and burning desire. With a sudden movement, he grabbed her hips, held her tight and began to thrust into her from below. The unexpected depth made Y/N gasp loudly, her head falling back as her hands clutched at his torso.
“Did you think I was going to let you do all the work?” he murmured with a dangerous smile, his breathing heavy and erratic. His hips moved in a powerful rhythm, each thrust deeper and more intense than the last, until she could barely breathe.
Y/N's body shook above him, and she couldn't stop another moan from escaping her throat. But that wasn't enough for him. One of his hands let go of her hip and slowly moved forward until his fingers found the most sensitive spot between her legs. With skillful movements, he began to rub them as he continued to thrust into her from below.
“Do you feel that?” he whispered hoarsely, his gaze fixed on her face, which was contorted with lust. "I want you to explode. I want you to remember who you belong to."
His words and the intensity of his touch drove her to the brink of madness. Her fingernails scratched across his chest, leaving red lines as she moved towards him, taking him even deeper inside her.
“Tim, I...” she gasped, her voice breaking as she felt the climax inevitably approaching.
"Don't talk. Feel," he interrupted her in a raspy voice as he pressed his thumb harder against her sensitive spot, the movements of his fingers and hips perfectly synchronized.
Y/N's body tensed, her breath hitched, and then the wave of ecstasy overtook her with an intensity that made her tremble. Tim held her tightly, letting her enjoy the moment to the full without letting up for even a second.
As her breathing slowly calmed down, he pulled her closer to him, his movements becoming slower, but no less demanding. “I'm not done with you yet,” he whispered against her lips before kissing her passionately again and beginning to explain the next peak.
Tim held her body tightly, his movements deep and controlled, but the urge to reach his own climax began to make itself felt in every thrust. Y/N felt him tense inside her, his breathing becoming heavier, his rhythmic movements more erratic but just as intense.
“Y/N...” he gasped, his face buried in the hollow between her neck and shoulder as he pulled her against him, as if he wanted to feel her even deeper. His hips met her body so perfectly with each thrust that she thought she could feel the tension rising inside her again.
“I'm with you,” she whispered, her hands running through his hair and clutching the back of his neck. She could feel his muscles trembling, holding back hard to hold on a little longer.
“You feel so incredibly good,” he groaned, his voice rough and full of passion. “I want ... you to feel everything ... until the last moment.”
Y/N wrapped her legs around him tighter, pulling him even deeper inside her, and the sound of his throaty, low moans made her body tremble again. His movements became more uncontrolled, more intense, until he finally remained deep inside her and the tension was released.
A loud, harsh sound escaped him as he finally reached his climax. His grip on her hips tightened, his body vibrating as he released everything into her. Seconds passed in a frenzy, his breathing heavy and erratic, and his forehead rested against hers as they both tried to regain their senses.
“Y/N...” he finally murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he gently lowered her into the mattress. His eyes met hers, and for a moment the world seemed to stand still.
She smiled faintly, her fingers stroking his cheek. “That was...”
“Perfect,” he finished the sentence for her, pulled her closer and let his body sink against hers. Their breaths melded together and all that remained was the heat of their bodies and the unspoken words hanging in the air.
He held her gently in his arms, his fingers sliding soothingly through her hair as their breaths slowly found a steady rhythm again. Y/N snuggled up to him, her head resting on his chest, which was still rising and falling slightly from the exertion.
“That was... unexpected,” she finally breathed, a soft giggle accompanying her words as she let her lips brush tenderly across his chest.
Tim let out a low, satisfied hum as he lightly brushed her neck with his lips. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you first,” he admitted, his voice soft but firm, “but when I saw you in just that towel...” He interrupted himself, a slightly guilty but amused smile crossing his face. “I just couldn't stop myself.”
Y/N lifted her head slightly, resting her chin on his chest and facing him with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “What did you want to say?” she asked curiously as her fingers brushed playfully over the line of his jaw.
He took a deep breath as if to gather himself for the words to come. His eyes met hers, full of honesty and determination. "You're mine ... whether I'm your superior or not. I don't want to hide that any longer, Y/N. I'm in love with you."
His words made her heart beat faster. She searched his eyes for a hint that he was hesitant or unsure, but instead all she found was sincere emotion. A warm smile spread across her lips and she leaned in to kiss him gently.
“I love you too,” she whispered against his lips before smirking slightly. “Or rather, I'm in love with you.”
Tim raised his eyebrows and grinned mischievously. “I liked the first one better - with the ‘I love you’,” he teased and pulled her towards him for another kiss. Their lips met, passionate and intimate, as if the tension of the last few months had finally dissolved into something tangible.
When she pulled away, he looked at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Just so we're clear, you're not going on any more dates. Unless they're with me."
Y/N laughed softly, raised an eyebrow challengingly and asked pointedly, “Oh yeah? And what if I do?”
His grin widened, and before she knew it, he had turned her onto her back with a smooth jerk. A surprised sound escaped her as he leaned over her, his hands on her wrists, his gaze intense and playful at the same time.
“Then I'll remind you every time who you really belong to,” he whispered harshly, before his lips found hers again and the world around them faded away.
Warnings: Smut, Rough Sex, Oral Sex (Male& Female)
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'I miss you...' Lucy typed slowly into the text field of her smartphone. Her fingers lingered hesitantly over the keyboard as she stared at the words. A heavy lump formed in her throat and her thumb hovered over the send button.
But then she shook her head vigorously and deleted the message with an angry sigh. The screen went blank, and with it her short-lived hope. It was a habit she simply couldn't break. Every evening, when the silence of her apartment caught up with her, she felt this urgent desire to write to Tim. And every evening it became harder to resist the temptation.
Frustrated, Lucy dropped her cell phone on the sofa next to her and stroked her hair. She leaned back and stared at the ceiling as memories of him flooded her like a tide. His laugh, his deep, soothing timbre, the way he looked at her when he thought she didn't notice... She missed him. More than she wanted to admit to herself.
At the station, she had firmly resolved to remain professional. But there was an unspoken tension in his gaze, his closeness, that tested her self-control time and again. Lucy couldn't stop her thoughts from returning again and again to the nights when she had been so close to him - so close that she had forgotten everything else around her.
A soft knock on the door snapped her out of her thoughts. Surprised, she turned her head. It was late and she wasn't expecting anyone. With an uneasy feeling in her chest, she got up and opened the door.
"Tim?" Her voice was barely more than a whisper.
He stood in front of her, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, the familiar, determined expression on his face - and yet somehow he seemed more vulnerable than usual. "I didn't mean to... I didn't want to disturb you," he began, hesitant as he rarely was. "But... I couldn't take any more."
Lucy's heartbeat quickened as she stared at him. His eyes revealed more than words ever could. She knew he had missed her as much as she had missed him.
"Why now?" she asked softly, even though she already knew the answer.
He took a step closer, the distance between them disappearing. "Because I've finally stopped telling myself I can manage without you."
The tension between them was palpable, the air literally crackling with unspoken feelings. Before Lucy could think any further, she felt his hand on her cheek, warm and firm, and then there was just the pressure of his lips on hers.
It was a kiss that said everything they hadn't dared to say in the last few months. His hands slid into her hair, pulling her closer as she clung to him as if she might otherwise lose him again.
"Tim..." she murmured against his lips, but he interrupted her with a harsh whisper, "Don't say anything. Please."
He gently pushed her back into the apartment, closed the door behind him and looked at her with an intensity that took her breath away. His hands found the hem of her shirt, slowly pushing the fabric up as his lips traveled along her neck. Each kiss burned into her skin like a promise, each breath between them grew heavier.
His hands slid slowly over her body, exploring every curve with a tenderness that left Lucy breathless. His fingers stroked the soft fabric beneath her breasts before he gently but firmly gripped her hips and pushed her against the cool wall beside the front door. The movement was demanding, but never too rough - as if he wanted to possess her completely while making sure she wanted it just as much.
Lucy's hands wandered over the fabric of his shirt, which clung to his muscular chest. She could feel the warmth of his body underneath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat that seemed to merge with her own. Her touch was hungry, almost desperate, as if she wanted to erase all the months without him with it.
Tim's lips found her neck, traveling slowly along the sensitive skin. With a light nibble on a spot she knew all too well, he elicited a soft gasp from her. Her breathing became erratic, her knees almost gave way and she would have lost her balance if his hands hadn't continued to support her body.
"We shouldn't," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper. But the quiet protest in her words lost all credibility as her fingers buried themselves in his neck and she only pulled him closer.
"I know..." he murmured hoarsely, his voice rough with desire. But his hands spoke a different language as he slipped her shirt over her head with a single, deft tug. The fabric fell silently to the floor, and the next second his lips were on her cleavage, exploring the delicate skin with kisses so hot and intense that Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine.
His hands followed his lips, running over her sides, down her waist, before pausing, as if he wanted to hold on for any moment. "Tell me when to stop," he whispered, leaning his forehead against hers. But Lucy only shook her head slightly, her eyes dark with desire.
"Don't stop," she finally managed to get out before she reunited his lips with hers. In that moment, there was no more doubt, no more restraint. Just the heat between them, the sizzle in the air and the inescapable truth that they had never really let go of each other.
The kiss was passionate, almost hungry, as if they wanted to make up for the time they had spent apart with every touch. Tim's hands stroked gently over her waist, up to the curves below her breasts. His fingers hovered there for a moment, as if to capture the warmth of her skin, before he deftly reached back. With a routine movement, he undid her bra, pulled the straps off her shoulders and let the garment slide to the floor.
He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and uneven as he looked at her. His gaze slid over her exposed torso, admiring and suffused with a desire that made his blue eyes appear darker. There was an unmistakable intensity in his expression, a quiet promise that took Lucy's breath away.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured hoarsely before leaning forward and letting his lips trail over her delicate skin. He left hot, demanding kisses along her collarbone, her chest, until he finally paused. His tongue brushed lightly over her nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking, teasing, while his hand gently grasped the other breast and kneaded it tenderly.
Lucy couldn't help but drop her head against the cool wall behind her. A soft moan escaped her lips, her fingers found purchase in his hair, pulling him closer as a warm shiver ran through her body. It was as if every touch drew her deeper into a sea of pleasure and oblivion, and she wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment.
"Tim..." she whispered breathlessly, his name a confession on her lips.
He lifted his head, looking at her as a mischievous smile played around his lips. "I'm not stopping, Lucy. Not tonight."
The words seemed to break the last of her restraint. With a soft gasp, she pulled him to her again, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting the heat of his body press her against the wall. Her lips found his again, the kiss even more passionate this time, even more demanding - an unmistakable sign that she wanted the same thing as him.
Lucy's desire became more and more urgent. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and, without hesitation, she pushed it up. Tim understood immediately and pulled it over his head in one swift movement, the fabric falling carelessly to the floor. As soon as he was free, he pulled her towards him again, their bodies pressed against each other, skin on skin, the heat between them almost palpable.
But this time it was Lucy who took control. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards with a gentle push until his back touched the wall behind him. With a demanding look, she leaned forward and let her lips roam over his bare chest. Her kisses were gentle but purposeful, her tongue leaving a hot trail on his skin.
When she reached a sensitive spot on his collarbone, she playfully ran her teeth over it, eliciting a soft, raspy gasp from Tim. Her hands continued to explore his upper body, sliding over the firm muscles of his chest down to his stomach, where they paused briefly. She felt his breathing quicken as she moved lower and a soft, satisfied smile stole onto her lips.
Her fingers finally reached his crotch, where his erection was clearly pressing against the fabric of his pants. With a mixture of curiosity and intent, she stroked it gently, her movements slow and provocative, eliciting a deep moan from Tim. His head fell back slightly against the wall, his hands finding her hips as if he wanted to hold on to her while she pushed him further to the edge of self-control with every touch.
"Are you going to go again?" she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the challenge in it was unmistakable.
Tim opened his eyes, now dark with desire, and looked at her urgently. "Not if I can help it," he murmured, his voice rough and broken with lust.
But Lucy didn't let up. Her fingers continued their gentle, teasing movements as her lips landed on his neck again. "That's not enough," she whispered, pressing her teeth lightly against his skin before running her tongue over it again.
Tim gasped, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "I swear, Lucy," he began hoarsely, pulling her back up to him with a sudden jerk so that their faces were only inches apart, "I'll never leave."
His words sounded like a vow, and Lucy could read the sincerity in his eyes. Her lips found his again, the kiss intense and full of passion as she gave herself completely to him.
Lucy's hands slowly moved to his waistband, her movements deliberately slow to further build the tension between them. She maintained eye contact as she undid the button on his trousers and slowly pulled the zipper down. The soft sound seemed to make the already charged atmosphere even more intense.
Tim's eyes were dark with desire and he watched her closely as she took control. His chest rose and fell heavily, but he held back and let her. With a gentle tug, Lucy slid his pants down over his hips, revealing more of him bit by bit before she finally sank to her knees.
Her breath brushed his body, making him shiver slightly as she began to place gentle kisses along his firm thighs. Her hands slid over the skin on his hips as her lips slowly worked their way higher. As she kissed the growing hardness of his cock through the fabric of his boxers, she could hear the soft, raspy gasp that left his throat.
"Lucy," he breathed, her touch seemingly both agony and release for him. His voice was hoarse, full of passion and unspoken pleading.
She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she placed her fingers on the waistband of his boxer shorts. Slowly, she pulled the fabric down, freeing him completely. The tension in the air between them was almost palpable as Lucy reached out and gently grasped his hand, touching the top with a kiss.
A low, guttural sound escaped Tim, his hands clenched at his sides as he watched her plan her next move. Her lips brushed against him again, soft and playful, before she circled the tip with her tongue, tasting the salty tingle of his desire.
Lucy's movements were calm, almost agonizingly slow, her intention clear: she wanted to drive him completely insane. His head fell back slightly, but his eyes kept wandering back to her, as if he couldn't stop looking at her.
"You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice little more than a growl, eliciting a satisfied smile from Lucy.
Lucy's lips slowly encircled him, her movements deliberate as she took more of him into her mouth. She took her time, feeling the gentle pulsing of his cock against her tongue as she let him penetrate deeper, bit by bit, until he filled her mouth completely. Her hand grasped the part of him she couldn't reach and began to tease him further with gentle, rhythmic movements.
The taste of him, the heat of his body and the soft, rough sounds he made made her focus on him even more devotedly. With half-closed eyes, she looked up at him, seeking his gaze as she slowly began to move her head.
Tim looked at her, his chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His hand slid gently into her hair, his fingers burying themselves in the soft strands, but he exerted no pressure. He let her take control, let her set the pace - and enjoyed every single movement, every moment she touched him in this way.
"Lucy..." he murmured, his voice rough and full of unspoken emotion. The sound of his name on her lips, the way her tongue teased him and the uninterrupted eye contact almost robbed him of his composure.
Lucy paused briefly, letting her tongue glide playfully over his most sensitive spot, before taking him deep into her mouth again. Her head began to move faster, a steady rhythm that drew him deeper into pleasure. The soft moans coming from his throat only made her more devoted.
His grip in her hair tightened, not to take control, but to anchor himself to her as he let the wave of sensations roll over him. "You're incredible," he whispered breathlessly, his words almost lost in another deep moan.
Lucy's tongue slid slowly, almost pleasurably, over his cock, her movements so sensual that Tim could barely hold a clear thought. But then she paused, let it slip out of her mouth briefly and looked up at him with dark, demanding eyes.
"Take control," she breathed, her voice barely more than a whisper, but the words were laced with a demanding intensity that took away the last of his restraint.
Without hesitation, she let him slide back into her mouth, willingly and with abandon. Tim sensed the invitation in her posture, saw the trust in her gaze, and it was as if he was given the final push to give in to his own needs. His hand buried itself more firmly in her hair as he began to slowly move his hips forward.
Each thrust was controlled, but increasingly intense, as if he was studying her reactions carefully so as not to overwhelm her. But Lucy made no pretense of restraint - quite the opposite. She matched his rhythm, letting him slide deeper, her tongue continued to play with him, and the low, contented hum emanating from her vibrated through him, driving him even closer to the edge of madness.
"Lucy..." he gasped, his voice husky and full of desire. His fingers stroked through her hair, holding her tight as he increased the rhythm. The heat in his body built up, becoming more and more unbearable until he finally felt he couldn't hold out much longer.
"I'm coming," he warned quietly, almost pleadingly, as if he wanted to prepare her. But Lucy didn't answer, she just pressed herself tighter against him, her fingers digging into the muscles of his thighs as she took him as deeply as she could. Her abandonment broke every restraint in him, and a deep, guttural moan escaped him as he climaxed.
He felt every tension in him release as waves of relief and ecstasy ran through his body. Lucy continued to hold him in her mouth, taking it all in without letting go of him for even a moment. Her tongue brushed gently over him, as if to comfort him, while he had to brace himself against the wall to keep from losing control of his body.
Slowly, she let it slip out of her mouth, looked up at him and wiped her mouth with a playful gesture. "I think that was just what we both needed," she said softly with a slight smile, her voice full of satisfaction.
"It might have been... but I haven't had enough," Tim murmured in a raspy voice that vibrated with desire. With a firm but gentle grip, he pulled Lucy up, his lips finding hers in a slow, intimate kiss. The taste of her devotion, mixed with a hint of himself, sent an intoxicating warmth coursing through him.
As he led her towards her bedroom, his hands did not remain idle. He deftly undid the buttons of her trousers, pulled the zipper down and let the garment slide to the floor along with her panties. Now she stood completely exposed before him, her body flawless and tempting in the soft light of the room.
"What now?" Lucy asked, her voice teasing as her fingers tenderly stroked his chest, which was still rising and falling under his deep breaths.
Tim paused for a moment, his eyes traveling over her body, before he instructed her in a soft but firm tone, "Lie down on the bed... And spread your legs."
A mischievous smile played around Lucy's lips, but she obeyed without hesitation. She lowered herself onto the soft sheets, moved to the middle of the bed and slowly opened her legs so that she was fully exposed to him. Her hands lightly stroked her own body, her fingers played with her breasts and wandered down over her waist before sliding to her center.
"I'm so wet for you," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. Her fingers found her entrance and she let out a soft, pleasurable sound as she slid a finger inside her. Her back arched slightly, her eyes searching his as she offered him this intimate display.
Tim watched her, his breathing became heavier and a deep, throaty growl escaped his throat. The sight drove him to the edge of his self-control. Without another word, he lowered himself towards her, the bed giving way slightly under his weight as he positioned himself between her legs.
Lucy held her breath, her hand pulling back as she felt his lips approach her most sensitive spot. Then she felt it - his tongue, warm and demanding, sliding slowly over her wet heat. She moaned loudly, her hands seeking purchase in the sheets as he pleasured her with a devotion that almost overwhelmed her.
"T-Tim..." she gasped out, her voice trembling as he continued to work her with his mouth. His hands held her hips as if he wanted her right there, while his tongue traced deeper, more seductive circles.
Lucy's head fell back on the pillow, her body quivering beneath him, and she knew she didn't want to - or couldn't - resist the control he had over her.
Tim showed no sign of hurrying as he continued to pleasure Lucy with his tongue. His every move was deliberate, as if he was studying her reactions carefully to find out what she enjoyed most. His tongue slid slowly and sensually over her sensitive skin before sliding deeper and pressing into her wet entrance. He felt her twitch beneath him, a soft, demanding moan escaping her lips as her fingers buried themselves firmly in his hair as if to pull him even closer.
Her hips moved slightly, seeking more contact, more pressure, and Tim gave her exactly what she needed. His tongue pushed deeper into her, twisting playfully before she pulled back again to make room for his fingers. With a gentle but firm touch, his fingers slid over her sensitive heat, teasing her further as he returned his attention to her clitoris.
When he finally closed his lips around the sensitive spot and began to suck lightly on it, Lucy gasped out loud. Her back arched under the intense sensation coursing through her body, her hands pulled harder on his hair and her legs trembled slightly as she opened herself even wider to him.
One finger slid slowly inside her, penetrating deep before curving slightly, finding the exact spot inside her that was almost driving her insane. "Oh God, Tim..." she moaned, her voice full of lust and devotion.
He moved his finger in a rhythmic beat, pulling it back only to thrust it deep inside her again as his tongue continued to tease her clitoris. The interplay of pressure and movement made Lucy's breathing quicken, her hands released from his hair and reached for the sheets beneath her, which she clenched tightly in her fists.
"You're so perfect," Tim murmured hoarsely between movements, his voice full of awe and desire as he continued to drive her towards her climax.
Tim didn't let up, his movements becoming even more purposeful as he felt Lucy's body becoming more and more restless. Her breathing was rapid and uneven, her legs began to tremble slightly and her fingers dug deeper and deeper into the sheets. His tongue continued to play over her most sensitive spot as his finger moved inside her, keeping the perfect rhythm to bring her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"Tim... I..." she gasped, her voice trembling as her head fell back and she lost control of her movements. "I'm coming..."
With a final, deep thrust of his finger and a gentle, forceful suck on her clit, Lucy was overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. Her back arched violently, a loud, guttural sound escaping her as she surrendered to her climax. Her body shook beneath him and Tim held her tight, his fingers and tongue keeping her climax going for as long as possible before he finally stopped.
He gently withdrew, letting his tongue glide over her once more before slowly pushing himself up. His gaze wandered over her body, which was still trembling from the after-effects of her orgasm. Lucy's eyes were half closed, her face flushed and she looked like the most beautiful mess he had ever seen.
He moved closer, bent over her, propped his arms next to her head and gently slid his body against hers. His cock pressed hard and demanding against her warm, wet pussy, but he held back, savoring the moment of her closeness.
"You're breathtaking," he whispered hoarsely, his lips found hers and he kissed her deeply, passionately, with a devotion that no words could describe. She tasted herself on his lips, which only heightened her own arousal. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed tightly together.
Lucy's hips thrust impatiently against him, a slight tremor running through her body as her fingers stroked his bare skin. Her breathing quickened as she breathed against his lips in a trembling voice: "Tim... I want you."
A low, raspy growl vibrated in his chest as he moved closer to her, increasing the pressure between them. His hands slid over her sides, exploring her with a slowness that nearly drove her insane. "You'll have me, Lucy," he murmured, his lips brushing her throat, his breath hot on her skin. "But not until I'm sure you're ready to take whatever I want to give you."
"I'm ready," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath as she pressed herself against him. Her legs opened a little wider, silently begging for more. He didn't take long to comply-his tip found its way, slowly sliding inside her and making them both moan.
A throaty moan escaped her lips as he slid deep inside her until he filled her completely. Her body tensed briefly, only to relax again the next moment under his familiar pressure. Lucy had missed this feeling-the sweet stretch, the burning heat and the deep closeness that only he could give her.
Tim paused for a moment, letting her feel every millimeter of him before he withdrew agonizingly slowly. Her fingernails dug lightly into his shoulders as she jerked against him, lifting her hips demandingly as he thrust into her again. A soft gasp escaped her as he went deeper, tighter, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
Lucy clung to him tighter, her fingernails digging deep into his shoulders, a silent plea for more. The slight pain made him inhale sharply before a dark growl escaped his throat. His movements became harder, more demanding, as if her touch had unleashed something inside him.
"Don't hold back," she gasped, her voice full of desire and devotion. Her words finally shattered his last restraint. Tim looked at her with a burning gaze, his breathing rough and uneven as he pushed himself deeper into her. A hoarse moan escaped him as he increased his pace-hard, rhythmic and relentless.
Lucy's body shook beneath him, her moans growing louder as he drove her higher with every movement. Her nails left marks on his skin, but he paid them no mind-all that mattered was the rush that engulfed them both.
Tim rolled his pelvis in deep, powerful movements, hitting the exact spot that made her tremble each time, while his pelvic bone rubbed over her sensitive clitoris with every thrust. Lucy's breathing was intermittent, her hips lifted towards him, demanding and in time with his movements. Heat built up inside her, running through her body in waves as her moans grew louder and louder.
Tim was panting harshly, his own rhythm becoming increasingly uncontrolled. He lowered himself onto her, supporting himself with his forearms next to her head so that she could feel the full weight of his body. His hot breath brushed her skin as he thrust deeper and harder into her.
Lucy's fingernails dug into his back, her body quivering beneath him, caught between pleasure and the inevitable climax. She knew that tomorrow her body would feel him with every movement-every touch a burning echo of this moment.
Tim felt Lucy quiver beneath him, her fingernails sinking deeper into his skin as her hips arched desperately towards him. But he gave her no respite-no escape. With a dark growl, he grabbed her wrists, pushed her over her head against the mattress and held her there.
"Stay right there," he murmured in her ear, his voice rough and full of possessiveness. "I'll decide when you cum."
Lucy's eyes widened briefly and a soft whimper escaped her as his words passed through her. But she obeyed. Her legs opened wider for him as he pushed himself deeper into her, his thrusts now harder and faster.
He watched her every reaction-the way her lips quivered, the way her back arched as he drove her body to the edge again. She could barely hold it back, her whole body tensing beneath him.
"Tell me who you belong to," he demanded as he ground his hips against her, each movement a thrust that brought them closer.
"You, Tim... only you!" she moaned, her voice torn between lust and devotion.
He rewarded her with an even harder thrust and she broke beneath him. Her body jerked violently as the climax gripped her, waves of ecstasy made her scream, but he didn't let up.
Tim held her tight, riding out her tremors, forcing her to endure the sensations with each successive thrust until her body shuddered again. "One more time," he commanded, his voice a hoarse rumble. "You can do it."
She did. Her body obeyed him, even as the overstimulation brought her to the brink of despair. She came again, with a loud gasp that finally drove him to the edge.
Tim felt her muscles tighten around him, holding him tighter, and his own moans erupted from him. He gripped her hips and thrust deep into her one last time before finally releasing. His body jerked as he came inside her, hot and powerful as he gasped her name.
He lowered himself heavily onto her, his breath hot on her neck as their bodies still quivered. Lucy clung to him, feeling his warmth and the throbbing of their joined bodies as she slowly caught her breath.
"I love you," he breathed, his voice softer now, though the dominant fire still blazed in his eyes. His touch became gentler as his fingers stroked lovingly over her heated skin.
As he looked into her eyes, Lucy raised a hand and gently stroked his cheek, her gaze as tender as it was demanding. "This is the only chance you'll get. Do you understand?" Her voice was soft but firm-a sweet contrast to the devotion still on her features.
A brief smile twitched across his lips before he leaned down and kissed her gently, as if to remove any lingering uncertainty. "Understood," he murmured against her lips as his hand slid over her waist, promising that it was far from over.
A/N Did you see the teaser for the seventh season yesterday? I did at least a few thousand times🔥😅
The bar was almost empty, the lights dimmed and the music in the background was a gentle hum. Y/N had leaned back on her stool, played with the straw of her now empty cocktail and let her gaze slide to Tim Bradford. He was sitting there so casually, so confidently, that it almost annoyed her. She had been working with him for months and the chemistry between them was unmistakable - hot, intense, but always unspoken.
She knew Tim Bradford wasn't the type to open up easily. He was tough, professional, and seemed to hide behind a facade of discipline and sarcasm. But Y/N had seen moments, small chinks in his armor - when he cared about the team or allowed one of those rare, soft glances. It had awakened something in her, a mixture of curiosity and a deep desire to draw him out.
But Tim didn't make it easy for her. He held back, as he always did. But today was different. The alcohol, the late hour, the empty bar - something about the situation felt like she was on a threshold. And she was determined to find out if the same desire was burning behind his controlled façade as it was inside her.
"So, Sergeant Bradford," she began with a wry smile, "is this your typical Friday night? Scotch, an empty pub and...me?"
Tim raised an eyebrow and twirled his glass in his hand, his gaze unchanged, calm yet intense. "Only if I'm lucky."
A hint of heat rose to her cheeks, but she kept up his game with a challenging grin. "Almost sounds like you're saying I'm the highlight of your evening."
He tilted his head slightly and let his gaze wander deliberately over her face and posture. "Maybe you are."
Y/N felt her skin prickle under his gaze. Tim rarely spoke so openly, but his tone was heavy, almost as if he was warning her. But she wanted more - more of him, more of this Tim who didn't hide behind his professionalism.
"You really have no inhibitions, do you?" she teased and leaned a little closer so that her knees brushed unobtrusively against his.
"I'm honest," he replied, his voice deeper and rougher, "you like it when I'm honest, don't you?"
"Who said that?" she replied, her fingers casually sliding over the rim of her glass before she maintained eye contact.
He paused, his blue eyes scrutinizing her as if he were weighing whether to take another step. Y/N could almost physically feel the tension heavy in the air, like a crackling spark just waiting to be ignited.
"I can see it," he finally said, his voice low but insistent. "You're far too calm for someone who feels nothing."
A soft laugh escaped her, but she heard her voice carry a telltale undertone - a faint tremor that she couldn't suppress. "Arrogant as always."
"Realistic," he corrected with a wry grin and leaned a little closer. "If I'm wrong, just say so."
But Y/N said nothing. Instead, she lifted her glass, took the last sip of her cocktail, and casually licked her lips. She knew his eyes were following her every move, and the knowledge gave her an unfamiliar sense of control.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Y/N," he murmured, his hand landing lightly on her thigh, the warmth of his touch palpable through the thin fabric.
"And you're the only one who knows the rules?" she returned, her heartbeat quickening but she struggled to keep the upper hand.
"I'm good at games. Do you want to find out?" he asked, his voice a deep rumble that cut her to the core.
"That depends on how high the stakes are."
"Very high," he replied softly, his fingers sliding an inch higher, her skin burning under his touch. "I don't play for small things."
Y/N swallowed, her knees pressing lightly against his, but she didn't pull away. She wanted this, she wanted him.
"Maybe you should show me how serious you are."
Tim grinned, a dark, seductive smile that had nothing to do with restraint anymore. "I was just about to suggest that."
He leaned closer, their faces inches apart. The air between them was tense to the breaking point, and Y/N felt the world around her fade away. All that mattered was Tim - and the chance to finally find out what it felt like when he stopped holding back.
When his lips finally met hers, it was like an electric shock coursing through her body, bringing every nerve to life. Y/N felt a soft buzzing under her skin as she instinctively leaned closer to him, any distance between them disappearing. Her fingers slid gently over the smooth material of his shirt, feeling the firm muscles beneath as their lips melded together in a synchronized, demanding rhythm.
Tim's kiss was demanding yet controlled, a mixture of passion and dominance that left her will-less. As his tongue gently stroked her lower lip, she willingly opened herself to him, letting him delve deeper, exploring her mouth with his heat and intensity. The tingling along her spine intensified as he slowly yet firmly pulled her into a world beyond control.
His hand traveled slowly over her thigh, the rough warmth of his touch through the thin fabric sending a tremor through her body. The light pressure of his fingers moving upwards caused a soft, involuntary moan to escape her throat - a sound that made Tim's kiss even more intense and hungry.
After an endless, intoxicating while, their lips parted, both breathing heavily as the tension between them flickered in the air. But even now, Y/N could feel the tingling heat pulsing through her body, as if his kiss had ignited a fire that couldn't be easily extinguished.
"I think I could use some fresh air," she breathed softly, her voice a little breathless but unmistakably seductive. Her fingers slid gently over the firm contours of his shirt, a fleeting contact that promised more than she was saying.
Tim regarded her with an intense gaze, his breathing still raspy as he let her words and movements work their magic on him. She felt the heat of his eyes on her as she slowly slid off her stool, her movements smooth and deliberately seductive.
With a slight sway that had more to do with the heaviness of the moment than the alcohol, she walked towards the exit. The room seemed to narrow around her, but she could feel the steady, burning gaze on her back - like an invisible bond that still connected her to him.
As she reached the cool night air, she bit her lip gently, her heartbeat still far too fast. She knew he was watching her, that he would either decide to follow her in a moment - or she would have to let him take the next step.
She didn't get far outside though, barely a few steps into the crisp night air, when she was suddenly stopped by a strong hand on her hip. The grip was firm, firm, and in a single, fluid pull, he pulled her back against his broad chest. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she inhaled the familiar, masculine scent of his aftershave - woody, tart, with a hint of something dark that always made her weak.
But it was the hard pressure pushing unmistakably against her ass that elicited a strangled sound - a low, breathless moan that she couldn't hold back. His hot breath brushed against her skin before he placed his lips gently but purposefully against her neck. The touch was almost tender, but she could feel the urgent passion behind it as he teased the sensitive skin between her lips and teeth.
She couldn't help but move slightly against him, her hips pressing against him as if of their own accord, the allure of his nearness completely flooding her senses. His other hand traveled slowly along her waist, applying just enough pressure to hold her in place as she let out another soft moan.
"Tim..." Her voice was little more than a whisper, a soft call of desire and surrender that shook his self-control.
"I want you," he murmured huskily against her skin, his voice rough with desire as his teeth nibbled gently at her neck, teasing the sensitive skin and softening her knees.
Y/N's breathing quickened as she pressed lightly against him. "Then take what's yours, Sergeant," she breathed softly, her voice a sensual mix of challenge and surrender.
He paused, just for a moment, before abruptly breaking away from her. She thought the sudden coolness of his absence would unsettle her, but instead she felt her heart beat faster as he took her hand and pulled her firmly towards his truck. His steps were energetic, almost impatient, and she felt the same urgency flaring up in her own body.
When they reached the side of the truck, he pressed her gently but firmly against the cold metal. The coldness of the truck contrasted sharply with the glowing heat of his body, which immediately pressed against her. Without warning, he took her lips with an intensity that took her breath away. The kiss was hungry, demanding - his lips and tongue moved so wildly and yet so precisely that she clung to him as if she might otherwise lose her footing.
His hands slid over her waist, found her thigh and stroked it before he lifted it with a determined movement and placed it around his hip. The pressure of his body against her crotch made her moan softly, her hands found purchase on his shoulders and she couldn't stop her head from dropping slightly to her neck.
But Tim did not pause. His lips wandered hungrily from her mouth downwards, over her neck and on to the soft curve of her cleavage. Even through the fabric of her top, his every touch burned against her skin. Finally, he lowered his head further, took one of her nipples through the fabric into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth.
Y/N gasped aloud, her fingers digging into the back of his neck as the waves of desire he triggered in her coursed through her body like a fire. His every move was perfectly calculated to drive her to the brink of insanity, and she knew that she was now completely at his mercy.
After a while of teasing each other and exploring the contours of their bodies, Tim suddenly stopped. His chest rose and fell heavily as his gaze slid over her like liquid heat. Without a word, he stepped back and opened the back door of the truck in one fluid motion.
"Get in..." he demanded in a raspy voice that was more of a command than a request.
Y/N nodded weakly, her legs feeling almost too soft, but she obeyed. Slowly, she climbed in, her movements deliberately sluggish so that the hem of her dress slid up her thighs. The cool leather of the back seat touched her bare skin, and when she sat down, her panties were clearly visible.
The soft, uncontrolled moan that escaped Tim's throat sent a tingling wave through her body. She turned with a mischievous smile on her lips and slumped backwards onto the back seat. Her knees opened slightly, just enough to provoke him, and she breathed with a teasing undertone, "Like this?"
Tim froze for a moment, his eyes darkening as they fixed on him. Without another word, he undid his belt, the metallic click breaking the tense silence in the truck. Her eyes followed his every move, the desire in her growing with every second as he undid his belt and jeans.
He climbed into the truck behind her and the door slammed shut with a thud, making the space between them even narrower. With a firm grip, he lifted her up so that she was suddenly sitting on his lap. Her dress was now pushed up completely, and the thin fabric of her panties provided little more than a barrier between them.
As he held her, he slid his pants and boxers down in one deft motion, and she felt his hot, hard skin against her thighs. Y/N gasped softly, her hands automatically slid down his neck and her hips instinctively moved closer to him. The spark between them now burned brighter than ever, ready to burst into flames.
His hands moved impatiently, feeling her curves before he gently pushed aside the thin fabric of her panties. The cool air brushed her heated skin before his fingers finally touched her. Tenderly yet firmly, he stroked her most sensitive spot, making her gasp softly and squirm under his touch.
Y/N's back arched instinctively, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her desire grew immeasurably. "Please..." she breathed softly, her voice quivering with need as she pressed her hips against him and let his fingertips slide deeper into her.
Tim paused briefly, his breathing heavy and close to her ear. "Do you know how long I've wanted to feel your wet pussy?" His voice was a raspy rumble, and as he spoke, he trailed a trail of hot kisses down her neck. "Every time you walked past me...teasing me with your looks, your smile, your whole fucking being..."
His words made her heart beat faster, but she shook her head weakly. "I... I wasn't teasing you," she whispered breathlessly, though she could feel her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Tim lifted his head and paused, his fingers withdrawing agonizingly slowly, leaving a throbbing desire inside her. "No?" he murmured, his lips very close to her skin, a gentle touch that almost drove her mad.
Y/N couldn't bear the loss of his touch, her body literally screamed for more. "Please, Tim..." she begged softly, her hips moving searchingly for him, but he remained motionless.
"Admit it," he demanded in a low, commanding tone that brooked no argument.
She nodded hastily, her thoughts a swirl of desire and desperation. "O-Okay... I was teasing you," she groaned hastily, her voice quivering. "I wanted you to bend me over the desk and fuck me..."
Her words seemed to act as a trigger, and before she could catch her breath, she felt his fingers on her sensitive spot again. This time they penetrated her with more intensity, a stimulus that made her moan out loud. Her hands buried themselves in his hair, her nails scraping lightly over his neck as she moved towards him, each thrust of his fingers another drop of oil into the fire of her desire.
Her fingers dug firmly into his shoulders, her nails leaving light crescents on his skin as she moved on his fingers. Her grip on his hair tightened, pulling him back slightly so that he made a low, throaty sound that only fueled her even more. His thumb rubbed over her clitoris in skillful, even circles, each touch making her tremble as the pressure inside her continued to build, driving her to the brink of madness.
"Tell me what else you wanted, Boot," he demanded in a dark, seductive voice that barely went beyond a rough rumble. His gaze was intense, like a fire that wanted to devour her on the spot.
Y/N tried to find words, but the flood of sensations made it almost impossible for her to think clearly. "I..." she began, forcing herself to form a coherent thought. Her voice was a breathless whisper, punctuated by slight gasps as she continued. "On our ride together... back when I was a rookie... and we were at the Hollywood sign..."
She bit her lip, struggling to finish the sentence as her movements quickened. "I wanted you to push me to my knees..." Her voice trembled, the words coming out breathless and rushed. "... And take your pleasure from me... while we look out at the LA skyline."
Tim paused, just for a split second, before letting out a low, dark laugh that sent a hot shiver down her spine. "I should have done that," he muttered harshly, his voice dripping with promise.
Y/N's breathing became even more shallow, her movements more frantic as she felt the climax building inside her like a fiery wave, ready to overwhelm her. Tim noticed it immediately, his grip on her hips tightened and his voice was dark and demanding as he commanded, "Come for me."
That was enough to drive her over the edge. Her body stiffened, her muscles tensed, and a violent tremor seized her as she exploded with a loud moan in his arms. Her walls tightened around his fingers as she felt the waves of her climax roll through her body.
Exhausted and breathing heavily, Y/N let her body sink against his, her forehead resting against his shoulder while her heart still beat wildly in her chest. But before she could fully enjoy the aftermath of her climax, she felt Tim lean forward slightly. His lips were just a breath away from her ear as his raspy voice sounded deep and seductive: "That was just the beginning of the game, Boot."
A tingling tremor ran through her, her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she felt the tip of his erection pressing gently yet firmly against her entrance. A soft, uncontrolled moan escaped her lips and without even a moment's hesitation, she slowly lowered herself onto him. Inch by inch, he filled her until he was finally deep inside her and she could only utter a trembling "Oh God...".
Her head fell into the crook of his neck, her lips brushing over his skin as she tried to get used to the intense sensation. He was big - so big that she involuntarily snuggled close around him. It was a perfect interplay, as if she had been made just for him.
Tim placed his large hands on her hips, his grip firm but supportive as he slowly began to lift her. The feeling of him filling her completely each time made Y/N shudder. Her legs trembled slightly, but when he lowered her again, she felt a sweet burning sensation that nearly drove her insane.
The intensity increased with every movement and soon she took control herself, moving on top of him, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her hips found a steady, demanding pace, and the friction between them left them both moaning softly and panting harshly. Tim watched her, his dark eyes full of raw lust, and he let her move as if she were the center of his world.
Y/N gyrated her hips, her movements slow and sensual as she searched for the spot inside her that electrified her the most. When she finally found it, a wave of ecstasy swept through her and a loud, uncontrolled moan escaped her lips. Her hands found purchase on his chest, her nails dug lightly into his shirt as she moved further onto him, feeling him deeper and more intensely.
Tim did not take his eyes off her. The raw passion flickering in her eyes drove him to the brink of madness. He lowered his head and placed his lips against her cleavage, kissing the sensitive skin before gently teasing it between his teeth. With a slight growl, he pulled her even closer to him, his hands firmly on her hips, before he began to thrust into her more forcefully from below.
Y/N cried out, her voice almost breaking as he pushed her to the limit with his movements. But it wasn't just his body that took her completely - it was his words.
"You feel so fucking good, Boot," he panted against her neck, his voice low and husky with lust. "I'm going to take you here in the back seat until you scream my name. And then I'm going to bend you over the hood and keep going until you can't stand on your feet tomorrow."
His filthy words hit her like a blow. She felt her whole body grow hotter, the desire inside her burning brighter as she moved faster on him. "Oh God, Tim..." she moaned, her voice quivering with lust.
He grinned against her skin, his hands pulling her harder against him, increasing the pace of his thrusts. "I'm going to show you who you belong to," he whispered deeply, his teeth gently stroking the sensitive spot on her neck. "Tell me how much you want it, Boot. Tell me I'm driving you crazy."
Y/N moaned louder, her movements becoming more uncontrolled as his words continued to fuel her. "You're driving me crazy, Tim," she gasped, her nails scraping across his chest, "Please... don't stop..."
"That was never the plan," he whispered with a harsh, dangerous smile before locking her lips with his and swallowing any further response from her in a hungry kiss.
Tim continued his deep, powerful thrusts, his body pressed firmly against hers as Y/N clung to him as if he was the only thing holding her in place. Her breath came in rushed, choppy gasps, and her nails scraped lightly across his shoulders as she felt the intense tension inside her, building towards another climax.
Her body shook, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge, but suddenly Tim paused. Without warning, he pulled out of her, eliciting a frustrated gasp from her. She was too upset to find words and could only watch as he gently but firmly rolled her over.
"I'm not done with you yet," he murmured low, his voice like liquid fire. He helped her kneel down so that her back was facing him. The tight space in the truck forced her to brace herself with her hands on the back of the seat while her knees found just enough support.
Tim knelt behind her, his hands gripping her hips firmly, pulling her back slightly so that she was perfectly aligned for him. "Stay right there," he commanded in a dark, raspy voice, and before she could react, she felt him move into her again - slowly and agonizingly deep, until he filled her completely.
Y/N's head fell forward and a loud, gasping sound escaped her lips. The tight space made every movement seem even more intense, each thrust pushing him deeper into her. His hands on her hips held her tight, his fingers digging lightly into her skin as he began to build a steady, deep pace.
"You feel that, Boot?" His voice was rough and husky, and he leaned forward slightly so that his hot breath brushed her neck. "You're mine. Say it."
"Yes... yes, Tim," she moaned, her whole body shuddering under his movements. "I'm yours... please... don't stop."
He let out a low, triumphant growl and increased the pace, his movements becoming deeper and more demanding as she clung to the back of the seat, barely able to withstand the intense sensations. The confined space and her new position increased the tension inside her, and she knew she would soon be on the verge of ecstasy again.
Her muscles tightened unexpectedly around him and the climax rolled over her like a tidal wave, taking her completely. A quivering moan escaped her lips as her whole body tensed and she froze in a moment of pure ecstasy. Tim followed her into release, his grip on her hips tightening as he thrust deep into her and a low, gasping moan escaped him as he filled her with his heat.
He held her tightly, his body pressed protectively and demanding against hers as the aftershocks rippled through their bodies. His breathing was heavy, passing her ear in short, harsh puffs as he leaned slightly against her. "You're mine," he murmured in a low, authoritative voice that still dripped with raw passion.
A mischievous smile appeared on her lips as she glanced slightly back over her shoulder at him, her eyes twinkling in a flirtatious, challenging expression. "Do I, Sergeant?" she asked with a teasing undertone that made it clear she was far from having enough.
He returned her gaze with a lecherous glint, his hand wandering slowly and possessively over her waist. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough, Boot," he replied with a dangerous smile, running his fingers gently over her heated skin as if the game had only just begun.
The party was exuberant - perhaps a little too much so. The music boomed relentlessly throughout the apartment, making the walls vibrate and the conversations degenerate into loud shouting. The drinks had long since thrown Y/N's inhibitions overboard. It was her best friend's birthday party, an occasion she had declared a free pass for herself. She had resolved to simply let go. No brooding, no hesitation, no worrying.
For one night, nothing should matter. She was sure that the headache the next morning would be her reward.
But it was not yet morning. The evening continued to swirl like a storm, chaotic and boundless. Suddenly, a soft ringing broke through the omnipresent background noise. Y/N faltered, irritated.
It was almost drowned out by the noise, but she had heard it. No one else seemed to react. Maybe the others had missed it, maybe they just didn't care. She sighed and picked herself up, her legs wobbly from the alcohol and the exuberant dancing.
Slowly, she walked to the door as the music pumped on behind her, creating a blur of static in her head. With a jerk, she pulled the door open - and froze. In front of her stood a man, tall and slim, in an immaculate, freshly pressed police uniform that looked almost unnaturally neat in the midst of the chaotic scene that was the apartment. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his posture was stern, his gaze cold and serious. There was no hint of patience or humor in his face. He stood there like the embodiment of order and discipline - a stark contrast to the hopelessly rampant party behind her.
"LAPD. There are several complaints of disturbing the peace." The man's deep, authoritative voice cut through the din of the music like a sharp knife. Y/N blinked at him, perhaps a moment too long, as his tone echoed like a blow to her blurred perception.
A slightly wry smile crept onto her face as she leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe. "So, are you here to arrest me or to entertain us, officer?" Her voice was sweet, with a hint of mock playfulness.
The man - *Sergeant Bradford*, she gathered from his name tag - raised an eyebrow, his gaze unwaveringly serious. "I'm here to make sure the party quiets down before I'm forced to write a report. Do we agree on that?" His voice had the cutting sound of patience running out.
Y/N, however, was too tipsy to really grasp the seriousness in his words. Instead, she took a step closer, her eyes glittering with insolence.
"You look like the perfect stripper. The uniform, the posture..." Her words seemed to dance in the air, unabashed and provocative. She ran her eyes over him and added with a mischievous smile: "I mean, what's missing? Maybe ... a little show?"
A soft sigh escaped him, barely audible, before he replied dryly, "Lady, I don't do shows." But his eyes narrowed slightly as she came even closer. Her audacity seemed to fascinate as much as it irritated him. Before he could react, a hand was on his chest - firm, warm, a little too familiar.
"Oh come on..." she whispered and leaned a little closer. Her breath brushed his neck, warm and sweet like alcohol. "Just a little bit of fun ..."
Bradford responded promptly, grabbing her wrist, not roughly, but with a firmness that brooked no argument.
"Listen," he said quietly, his voice dark and insistent. "You're drunk. I'm a real cop. Go back inside, turn down the music and save yourself some trouble."
But instead of backing away, she laughed - a low, throaty laugh that showed more courage than reason. "And what if I don't want you to go?" Her free hand wandered towards his belt, her movements reckless and provocative.
Before she could go any further, he pushed her against the wall next to the door with gentle but unmistakable determination. The cold surface hit her back while his body remained within reach.
His face was only inches from hers, and his voice was little more than a growl. "I told you to stop that. This isn't a game."
Her wide eyes searched his gaze, and although she saw the hardness in his expression, she seemed unfazed. Instead, she tilted her head, a mischievous smile on her lips. "But it feels like one."
Before he could protest, she leaned forward and let her lips brush gently across his neck. He inhaled sharply, the tension in his body clearly palpable. For a moment, his resistance seemed to waver - a moment that seemed both dangerous and inevitable in the heat of the moment.
Bradford tensed, his grip on her wrist tightening involuntarily. "I'm warning you ..." His voice was low, but dangerous. But Y/N was not deterred - on the contrary. Her gaze, half playful, half challenging, fastened on his eyes, while a cheeky smile flitted across her lips.
"Are you really warning me?" Her voice was soft, almost whispering, but there was a telltale undertone in it that aroused both curiosity and lust. "Or are you trying to convince yourself that you're not curious?"
He pressed his lips together, his jaw visibly grinding. "You're drunk," he repeated, but this time it sounded less like a fact and more like an attempt to remind himself of his duty.
Y/N's cheeky hand slid from his chest to his collar, tugging at it playfully before she brushed her fingertips over the edge of his shirt.
"Maybe," she admitted, "but that just makes it more interesting, doesn't it? You're so... controlled. So perfect in your role." Her lips pursed into a pout as she added, "It would be a shame if that control... crumbled."
Her other hand settled on his chest again, more forcefully this time. She could feel the hard muscle under the uniform, the warmth of his body pulling her closer.
"You're far too serious," she whispered as her fingertips slid gently over his chest, then lingered on the smooth surface of his badge. "Let me show you how to have fun."
Bradford closed his eyes briefly, took a deep breath and opened them again. There was a spark in his gaze - maybe anger, maybe frustration, maybe something he didn't want to name. "Y/N, stop it," he growled, but the edge in his voice wasn't quite as convincing as before.
"Why?" Her lips drew closer to him, dangerously close. "Because you think I should be ashamed? Or because you're not sure yourself how long you can resist?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, she let her lips trail over the edge of his jawline, a light, almost innocent kiss - except there was nothing innocent about it. Her breath was warm against his skin, and her hand, still playing at the collar of his shirt, pulled him a little closer.
"This... is a really bad idea," he murmured, but the words sounded like a weak defense.
"The best things in life usually start like this," she replied with a mischievous smile. Before he could move, her other hand had wandered to his belt, undoing the hook of his belt with provocative slowness.
Her gaze held his, a mixture of challenge and seduction.
Bradford gripped her hand again, tighter this time, as she began to unhook his belt. "That's enough," he said, his voice low and strained. But his words sounded less like a command and more like an uncertain defense - a last bastion that her provocative touches were slowly but surely bringing down.
"That's not nearly enough," Y/N replied with a cheeky smile. Her gaze slid over his face, searching for any small sign that she was really getting to him. His breathing became heavier and his grip on her wrist faltered - no longer quite as secure as he pretended to be.
"I'm a cop," he growled, as if to remind himself.
"And I'm impressed," she replied mockingly, her fingers circling the waistband of his trousers with an insistence. Her smile softened, almost tender, as she fixed her gaze on his. "But maybe you can stop being a cop for a moment - and just be a man?"
Bradford's breath hitched, and a hint of hesitation flickered in his eyes. She seized the moment, letting her fingers unfasten the buckle of his belt until the leather finally gave way. The metallic click echoed in the tense silence between them, and he made no attempt to stop her.
"Y/N..." he murmured, his tone a mixture of warning and a hint of desperation, but his grip on her wrist loosened.
"Don't tell me you don't want this," she whispered, her voice soft and seductive. Her fingers slid lower, feeling under the fabric of his pants as her eyes held his gaze. His shoulders tensed and a soft snort escaped him as she touched him.
He threw his head back slightly and took a deep breath, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he stood frozen, the tension in his body almost palpable. "Damn it, Y/N ..."
A smile flitted across her face, confident and triumphant, as she took a step back - only to slowly lower herself to her knees in front of him. Her eyes remained fixed on him as her hands continued to pull down the fabric of his pants. "You look so tense, Sergeant," she murmured softly, her voice a seductive whisper. "Let me help you relax a little."
"This is wrong," he said, but his protest was weak, almost like a phrase that had lost its meaning. His hands, which had previously hung trembling in the air, lowered to her shoulders, a feeble attempt to stop her - or perhaps just to find support.
"Maybe," she replied with a mischievous smile as her fingers continued to work, "but it doesn't feel like it."
Bradford stood motionless, his breathing heavy and his gaze fixed on her as if he could hardly believe what was happening. The hard expression he had shown at first was gone, replaced by a fleeting moment of weakness - a chink in his armor that she exploited perfectly.
Her fingers slid slowly and carefully over him, her touch a mixture of seduction and confidence. In a voice that was little more than a whisper, she said, "Relax, Sergeant." Her words were an invitation that brooked no refusal as she opened her mouth and touched him with a tenderness that could cost him his mind.
Her lips enveloped him, gently but firmly, and the heat of her breath added to the intensity of the moment. Slowly, she let him slide lower as her gaze traveled upward to see his reaction. Her eyes sparkled, a seductive contrast to his tense posture.
A harsh gasp escaped him as her tongue stroked him. Unconsciously, one of his hands wandered into her hair, his fingers burying themselves in the soft strands. What started as a reflexive movement turned into a deliberate gesture - a moment when he took control, if only for a moment.
"Damn it, Y/N..." His voice was little more than a hoarse whisper as she continued to devote herself to him, her movements sometimes gentle, sometimes more intense. Her rhythm seemed to challenge him to stay in control, but his grip in her hair grew tighter, more demanding.
She let him feel that she was enjoying the situation, her movements became bolder, more precise. The room seemed to dissolve around them - nothing existed anymore except the crackle of tension between them and the way she was giving herself to him.
Her free hand slid gently over the part of him she had not yet taken into her mouth while she hummed softly. The pleasant vibration made him groan in shock and his head tilted back involuntarily. Luckily for him, it was deep in the night and no one was around to observe the moment. But after a while, as the tension grew inside him, he slowly lost all control.
With an abrupt jerk, Tim stopped Y/N, gently pulled her off him and lifted her up with a surprisingly firm gesture before deftly turning her around. His hands slid under the fabric of her dress, pushing it up with determination as he pulled her towards him with a firm grip.
Impatiently, he pushed her panties aside and pressed his tip against her entrance. "Please, Sergeant," she begged with a moan. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he buried himself deep inside her with one powerful thrust. He gave her a moment to get used to his size before he began to move into her slowly and firmly.
His movements were almost teasing and left her wanting more with every thrust. She bit down hard on her lower lip to hold back her moans. A slap from him on her ass made her gasp. "Moan...no one can hear you over the loud music," he ordered her as he thrust hard into her.
"Sergeant," she moaned softly at first and pressed herself against him. Tim began to pull her up a little to thrust deep into her at a different angle. "Faster..."
He growled slightly and began to increase his pace. One of her hands moved to his and clawed into her to withstand his thrusts.
"This is going to have to be a quick round...I'm still on duty," he said softly, moving his other hand to her clit, which he stroked gently. A contrast to his rough thrusts. She could feel herself getting closer with each thrust, but bit down hard on her lips. She tried to prolong it and continue to enjoy the feeling of him inside her.
His hand left her hip and lightly slapped her ass. She gasped loudly and moaned as she unexpectedly came over his cock. Tim growled in satisfaction and thrust into her quickly until he pulled out of her, spreading his cum all over her thighs, ass and pussy.
Y/N was still trying to catch her breath when she felt her panties and dress being pulled up and then she was turned towards him. He had already zipped his pants, but his uniform shirt was slightly wrinkled.
"Tim-" she breathed softly, touching his chest as she leaned against the wall.
"We'll talk tomorrow at home, when you're sober and aware of the situation," he said softly, kissing her lightly. "Tell your friend to keep it down."
With those words, he left her there and walked to the patrol car. She saw him take his bodycam again and put it back on before he drove off. Y/N, completely lucid again but still confused, took a deep breath and stroked her hair.
Warnings: Manipulative Loki, stepfather x stepdaughter, Smut
Y/N tore her gaze from the pages of her book, which had her completely mesmerized, when a muffled sound caught her attention. Footsteps. They were approaching her hiding place. The blood rushed in her ears as she wished desperately that the person would just pass by. All she wanted was peace and quiet.
Her gaze slid involuntarily to the window, through which she saw one of the Chitauri fly by. She hated these creatures, these intruders, more than she could ever have expressed. They seemed to be inexorably increasing in number ever since Loki had defeated the Avengers. No one knew what had happened to the heroes. They had disappeared without a trace.
"Y/N?"
The velvety voice cut through the silence like a sharp knife. Her breath hitched as goose bumps spread over her body like a wave. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from making a sound, no matter how strong the urge.
Finally, after seemingly endless seconds, she heard the footsteps moving away. Relieved, she let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. Carefully, she pushed the curtain aside a little and took a look outside. The air was clear.
She rose from the windowsill with renewed determination. She wanted to return to her room as quickly as possible. But before she left, she turned back to the window and drew the curtains to hide any trace of her presence.
"I knew you'd be here."
The words were breathed softly, almost like a promise, and yet they seemed to ring like thunder in the silence. Y/N flinched, her breath catching. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she turned around.
"Your Majesty," she murmured with a forced calm as she bowed slightly.
Loki stepped closer, his steps soundless, his mischievous grin treacherous. "So formal ... Yet we are family, aren't we?" He gestured casually with his hands between them, as if the connection was natural.
Y/N's eyes narrowed, her voice cutting. "Nothing makes you my family just because my mother was forced to marry you."
"She seemed quite willing when she was in my bed last night," Loki said with a self-satisfied smirk that emphasized his arrogance.
Y/N's eyes narrowed in anger, her voice icy cold as she retorted, "You're disgusting." Without another glance, she turned to leave. But before she could take a single step, she felt Loki's hand grab her. With a relentless tug, he pulled her against him, her back pressed against his hard chest.
"Don't pretend you don't want it too..." he whispered against her ear, his voice a dark, silky promise. He paused, his breath warm on her skin. "If it helps you: I would have taken you as my wife if I'd known you existed."
His lips touched her neck, little more than a gentle graze, but the effect was like an electric shock. An uncontrollable tremor ran through her body as she desperately tried to maintain control of her breathing.
"Who said I would want you?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but her words carried a brash challenge that betrayed her trembling resolve.
Loki's grin deepened, his eyes sparkling with sinister amusement. Without a word, he pushed his body closer to hers until she could feel the immovable hardness of his chest. His fingers slid slowly, like a snake, around her neck. He exerted no pressure - he didn't need to. The mere gesture was enough to demonstrate his absolute control.
His lips drew close to her ear, his every movement deliberately slow, as if to force her to endure every moment of his nearness. "You can lie, little mortal," he whispered, his voice a dangerous, velvety promise, "but your body betrays you. The way you moan my name ... in the darkness of your room ... when you think you're alone."
His words burned like fire on her skin. She gasped for air, unable to quell the flood of shame and anger that raged inside her. His breath brushed across her neck, warm and seductive as he deliberately kept the distance between his lips and her skin agonizingly small.
"You can deny it all you want," he continued, his fingers a touch firmer but still controlled, "but I hear it. I see it." A dangerous smile played around his lips as he paused to savor her reaction. "And deep down, you know you're mine."
Her heart was racing, every instinct inside her was screaming to flee - and yet she stood frozen. Her voice failed, her words caught in her throat.
His free hand slid slowly over her stomach, each movement deliberate and agonizingly gentle. She paused there for a moment before it moved on, its fingertips brushing over her skin almost mockingly. Finally, he placed them on her hips and pulled her relentlessly closer until her ass pressed firmly against his pelvis.
A soundless, barely audible moan escaped her lips, which she could not suppress despite her best efforts. Her thoughts were a mess, but the unmistakable hardness of his desire pressing against her made her control falter.
"Why don't you take what you want, princess?" His voice was a dangerous whisper, low yet piercing, like a hunter challenging his prey.
The words seeped into her consciousness like a poison, sweet and fatal. His breath brushed warmly over her neck as his hand paused on her hip, firm enough to feel her skin but not firm enough to actually hold her - as if inviting her to take the next step.
Y/N bit her lower lip, struggling to control her breathing, which was getting heavier by the moment. She hated him. She hated his arrogance, his matter-of-factness - and yet there was something about him that threw her off balance every time.
"Maybe..." she began softly, her voice just a breath, but she forced herself not to let him get the upper hand. "...Because I don't want something that's already tainted."
A shadow flitted across Loki's face before his usual smug grin returned. His hand on her hip pulled her even closer until not even a breath could fit between them.
"Spoiled?" He let the word hang in the air, almost tasting it before repeating it as if it amused him. "If that's the case, then I wonder why you're trembling, princess."
His hand on her neck moved slightly, barely noticeably, and yet his every touch seemed like a blow to her self-control. His thumb stroked gently over the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, a mixture of threat and enticement.
"Go ahead and lie to yourself," he murmured, his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the tickle of his breath. "But your body speaks a language I understand very well."
His grip loosened for a moment, as if to give her space - only to pull her against him again, his movement slower this time, more pleasurable. There was no haste in his actions, just an absolute awareness of his power over her.
"So?" he whispered, his voice low and velvety. "Are you going to keep playing, Princess, or are you finally going to be honest?"
Y/N pressed her lips together, her hands clenched into fists. She wanted to say something back, wanted to push him back, laugh at him - but none of that happened. Instead, she cursed the traitorous trembling that ran through her body.
Y/N took a deep breath, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The warmth of his body still burned against her skin, but she forced herself to regain control. Her fingers lifted slowly, gently, and settled over his, still resting loosely around her neck. Her touch was unexpected, almost tender, and a small spark of amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Maybe you're right," she whispered, her voice soft, almost a breath, but with an undertone that captured his attention. Her fingers stroked his, her movements careful, almost like a game. "My body does speak a language, Loki."
For a moment, she let the tension between them grow, making him believe that he had broken it. Then, with a deft movement, she twisted his hand and took a quick step out of his grasp. Surprise flickered briefly in his eyes, but before he could react, she pushed him against the wall.
Their bodies were still dangerously close, her chest brushing his torso as she leaned forward. Her eyes sparkled, a dangerous mix of anger and something she hardly dared admit to herself. "But you made a mistake, Loki," she said softly, her voice firmer now, but not without a hint of challenging sensuality.
He laughed softly, a dark, vibrating sound that seemed to echo through her whole body. "A mistake?" His lips twisted into an amused smirk, though she noticed his breathing was a little heavier. "I'm curious, princess. Enlighten me."
Instead of flinching, she leaned even closer to him, her lips inches from his. Her hand pressed against his chest, feeling the warmth and quiet strength that lay beneath. "You think you can control me," she whispered, her voice now a seductive hiss, "but I'm not like the others."
Loki lowered his head slightly until his lips almost touched hers. "Oh, I know you're not like the others," he murmured, his voice low and velvety as his hand slowly sought out her hip and lingered there. "That's exactly why you're so ... fascinating."
Her chest heaved as she took a deep breath, her breathing heavy and uneven. She wanted to back away, to push him, to ridicule him - but her body betrayed her again. Her knees felt weak as his touch chased a cursed heat through her.
He noticed, of course. His grin widened, darkened. "Look," he whispered, his voice like a sensual promise as his thumb stroked the sensitive curve of her waist. "You fight me so much, princess. But here -" He slid his hand over her hip, just firmly enough to set her nerves on fire, "- your body has long been mine."
But this time she didn't let him get away with it. With a sudden jerk, she pressed him harder against the wall, her thigh pressed lightly against his, a gesture that radiated as much self-confidence as defiance.
"And yet here I am," she whispered, her lips against his ear, her voice now infused with honeyed hardness. "Still myself. Still free. And if anyone here is mesmerized, Loki, it's you."
Y/N felt the crackle in the air between them, a dangerous mixture of anger, defiance and something she didn't dare name. Her heart raced, but she forced herself to keep her composure, her voice clear and firm.
"Maybe you should find someone easier to control," she said with a sarcastic smile, her eyes sparkling defiantly. She straightened up, wanting to turn away, wanting to show him that she was stronger, that she wouldn't be part of his game.
But she didn't get far.
Before she could take a step, she felt his hand grab her hip, strong and demanding. He pulled her back, with an effortless strength that took her breath away. In one fluid, unrelenting moment, she was pressed against him again, her hands on his chest to keep him at a distance - but this time he gave her no room.
"And yet," Loki murmured, his voice a low, raspy whisper, "you're not leaving. Not really."
His words barely hung in the air before he acted. With a speed that caught her off guard, he lowered his head and captured her lips with his. The kiss wasn't a cautious one, not a hesitant one-it was demanding, raw, engaging. His lips moved over hers, soft and relentless at the same time, as if he wanted to take a piece of her that she wasn't ready to give.
A soft, surprised sound escaped her and she wanted to fight back, wanted to push him away - but her body did not obey her. Instead, her hands buried themselves in the fabric of his tunic, as if she was looking for support while heat shot through her.
He felt it. Of course he did. His grip on her hip tightened, his other hand traveled to her neck in a slow, seductive motion, his fingers sliding through her hair, holding her where he wanted her.
When he released the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, time seemed to stand still. His eyes searched hers, full of triumph, but also something darker - a desire that went deeper than she had expected.
"Tell me, princess," he murmured, his voice little more than a raspy whisper as his thumbs stroked gently over her skin, "why are you fighting so hard against something you want as much as I do?"
Y/N's chest rose and fell violently, her breath coming in short bursts. She opened her mouth to say something, to hold something out to him that would shatter all his arrogance - but her words stuck. His grip, his closeness, the taste of his lips on hers - everything seemed to paralyze her.
"I ... I don't want anything from you," she finally pressed out, her voice weak, almost believable. But her trembling hands, still on his chest, betrayed her.
Loki smiled. It wasn't the smug grin she had seen so often, but something deeper, darker, that made her knees go weak again. "Go ahead and lie, little princess," he said softly as he brushed her cheek with a gentle, unexpectedly tender touch. "But don't forget - I see you. And I'm going to take what's been mine for a long time."
She wanted to say something back, wanted to curse him for his words, but he didn't give her a chance. He kissed her again, this time more slowly, more intensely, his lips playing with hers like a musician plucking the strings of an instrument. The world around them disappeared, and for a moment all she could feel was him - his heat, his strength, the way he made every one of her walls crumble.
Loki deepened the kiss, his tongue demanding against her lips, and then flipped her over in one swift, fluid motion so that she was now pressed back against the cold wall. Her breathing was rapid as her hands clutched desperately at him, as if she could hold on to them to keep from losing herself in the heat of the moment. A voice screamed inside her, urging her to stop, but that voice grew fainter and fainter until it finally faded into the background. As his hands stroked her thighs slowly and firmly and he slid one leg between her trembling legs to spread them wider, the stream of sensations blotted out everything else. Nothing else mattered, only the fire he kindled in her.
Her mother's shrill, panicked voice brutally snapped her out of her trance, and in a jerky reflex she pushed Loki away from her. Her heart hammered in her chest as she turned quickly in the direction the call had come from, her senses still dazed by the moment. "Tonight you are mine," Loki whispered in her ear in an almost inaudible, seductive tone, just as her mother turned the corner. The words faded into the air, a final, dangerous breath. Y/N turned back to him with a thud, but he was gone, as if he had stolen away with the wind.
For the rest of the day, she tried desperately to distract herself, to escape her thoughts of him, but she couldn't do it. His words kept returning to her head like an incessant echo. His promise echoed inside her, and although she told herself to ignore it, she could not deny that the thought of him - of what he had said - awakened a strange but seductive impulse in her. At the same time, she realized that she must never act around him. She couldn't.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm herself and slowly lowered herself into the soothingly warm tub. The hot water enveloped her like a protective embrace, hoping to calm her confused thoughts and nervous shivers. But deep down, she knew that the god had already forgotten everything. It was just another of his countless games, to which he attached no importance whatsoever.
Suddenly, the atmosphere around her changed and Y/N opened her eyes, startled. Her breathing stopped when she saw Loki near her - on the edge of the tub, right next to her. Without warning, without a sound, he was there as if he had never been away.
"That's a delicious sight..." he said with a mischievous grin and scrutinized her with that dangerously tempting look that always gave the feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing. "Even though I was expecting you naked in bed."
Y/N pulled herself together, hastily trying to cover herself with the foam as she felt her cheeks heat up and an uncomfortably shy feeling rise inside her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling, but it was not a dismissive question, but one tinged with a mixture of curiosity and an inexplicable desire. Her gaze followed him as he rolled up his sleeve with almost casual elegance.
"What are you doing?" she repeated, her breathing quickening as she sensed the moment his hand disappeared into the water. A shiver ran over her body and she held her breath as his fingertips slid over her thigh. A soft, sighing sound escaped her as the warmth of his touch passed through her, a feeling she could no longer suppress.
Loki leaned closer and the sound of his breath on her ear made her body tremble involuntarily. "I always keep my promises," he whispered with a mixture of seduction and certainty. The words echoed in her head as his hand continued to move upwards, her self-control beginning to slip away. She knew she couldn't go back, that she wanted more, that there was no stopping her.
But then, hesitantly, she lifted her hand and closed her fingers around his wrist to stop him. Her touch was gentle but firm, and for a moment he paused, his eyes searching hers. "I don't want to be a game of yours..." she whispered, her voice soft, but the vulnerability and emphasis in it were unmistakable.
An amused but gentle smile played around his lips before he replied. "You would never be a game for your daddy," he replied in a low, confident tone that made her heart beat faster. His words carried an unspoken promise that made her shiver. Before she could say anything in reply, he leaned forward and let his lips move gently over the sensitive skin on her neck.
A shiver ran through her body as she felt his breath tickle her skin. She should have pushed him back, but the soft, demanding whisper of her body made her pause. She liked - more than she wanted to admit - what he called himself. Her daddy. Her grip on his wrist loosened involuntarily until her fingers finally slipped from him completely.
Loki, sensing the moment, let his hand slide further, his touch gentle, almost agonizingly slow. A tremor ran through her body as his fingertips finally brushed over her damp folds. The sensation made her moan softly, her head tilted back and she bit her lips to keep from speaking louder.
"My daddy..." it finally escaped her, a whispered, honest confession that surprised even herself.
"Princess," he breathed against her neck with a mixture of seduction and possessiveness, his warm voice a velvety promise. At that moment, he slid his finger resolutely inside her, a slow, demanding movement that made her arch her back reflexively. An uncontrolled moan escaped her lips, which she could no longer press together. The sweet sound of her pleasure caused a satisfied, dangerously seductive smile to appear on his lips.
Loki did not hesitate to seize the opportunity. He lowered his head and closed his lips around her sensitive nipple as his tongue gently circled it. The heat of his touch burned into her skin, and the combination of the deft movement of his fingers and the tender but demanding treatment of her breast made her tremble. Her head fell back, her senses dazed with desire.
His name formed silently on her lips as each stroke of his fingers and touch of his tongue drew her deeper into a maelstrom of sensations she could no longer escape.
Loki added a second finger in one fluid motion, the intensity of his touch making her gasp involuntarily. He skillfully curled his fingers inside her, searching for and finding the exact spot that made her tremble. Her thighs tensed, a quivering sound escaping her throat as the waves of desire rolled through her body.
As he continued to work her with skillful precision, he lowered his head again and his teeth brushed lightly over her hard, sensitive nipple. It was a delightful contrast of gentle pain and intense pleasure that drew her deeper into the moment. A rough, throaty sound escaped her and almost instinctively her hand shot up. Her fingers snaked into his dark, silky hair, holding him there as if to prevent him from breaking the contact.
Loki lifted his gaze briefly, his emerald eyes sparkling with amusement and triumph, before returning to his work. His name was unspoken on her lips as her body surrendered to him completely.
His thumb began to rub over her clit in a circular motion while his fingers thrust into her in a rougher, more demanding rhythm. The dual stimulation took Y/N's breath away, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Her fingers clutched at the edges of the tub, her knees trembling slightly as she felt the familiar pressure building deep inside her. She was so close, so damn close...
But it was precisely at this moment that Loki paused. Without warning, he withdrew his hand, leaving her gasping quietly for air as the pent-up heat inside her throbbed painfully.
"What-" she began, her voice quivering with confusion and unquenched desire.
He grinned at her, that dangerously confident, slightly mocking expression that was so much his trademark. "It's time to show how much you want me," he said in a harsh, almost amused tone. His words left no room for doubt as he indicated his crotch with a short nod. The clear bulge in his trousers spoke a clear language and her stomach tightened with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation at the sight.
With trembling hands, she obeyed, her fingers sliding to the laces of his trousers. She undid them slowly, uncertainly, while her eyes wandered back and forth between his face and her task. Loki watched her every move with an intense gaze that almost pierced her, and a faint, amused smile twitched around his lips as she finally undid the last string.
"Show your daddy how good you can be," he murmured softly, his voice a husky whisper full of anticipation and seduction. His gaze was fixed on her, penetrating and unrelenting, as he slowly slid his pants down. With a smooth movement, he released his erection, and the sight made Y/N swallow involuntarily.
A quiet tremor ran through her body as she turned to face him. Her breathing was shallow, her hands rested unsteadily on her thighs, but the heat in his gaze melted her restraint. With a barely perceptible twitch of her lips, she slowly licked her lower lip, more out of instinctive reflex than calculation, but the satisfied look in his eyes told her that he noticed.
Slowly, she leaned forward, her movements cautious but full of determination. Her lips encircled the tip of his erection and a hot, salty taste spread across her tongue. She felt his muscles tense under her touch and a soft, guttural sound escaped him - a sign that she was having the right effect.
Y/N slowly let her lips slide further over him, taking more of him into her mouth as she struggled to keep control of her movements. Her tongue stroked his length, probing and exploring, and she felt his breathing sharpen, a soft, throaty sound escaping his chest. The knowledge that she was upsetting him like this stirred something in her, a desire to tease him even more.
Her hands found purchase on his hips, her fingers clawing lightly into his skin as she leaned deeper, taking in his rhythm. With each slow, rhythmic pull of her mouth, she could feel his tension growing, his muscles hardening under her touch.
"Good girl," Loki murmured in a husky voice, his hand moving to her head, his fingers gently burying themselves in her hair. He did not guide her, but the light pressure of his hand was a silent cue, encouraging her to continue. His words, so quiet and yet full of power, made her cheeks glow and her courage grow.
She intensified her efforts, letting her tongue linger on his most sensitive spot before picking up the rhythm again. Every pull of her lips, every touch of her tongue seemed to set off a wave of lust in him, and she felt his grip on her hair tighten. His breathing quickened and a soft, harsh laugh escaped him as he looked at her.
"You're exceptional..." he murmured, his tone a mixture of praise and possessiveness that made her want to try harder.
Y/N took a deep breath, gathered her courage and let her lips slide lower against him. She felt her throat tighten as she tried to take in more of him. His size filled her, and the slight burn of the unfamiliar was overridden by the overwhelming need to please him.
Loki watched her with a mixture of triumph and dark lust in his emerald eyes. His grip in her hair tightened slightly, a silent hint, and she followed him. Her movements became bolder, and she took him deeper until her lips almost touched the base of his erection.
"That's right, princess," he murmured in a rough voice as his fingers gripped her hair tighter. "Take everything from your daddy."
His words burned in her mind, stirring a desire that drove her onward. She pulled back slowly, letting her tongue glide over his length before taking him deep again, deeper this time. Her breathing became heavier, her eyes watered slightly, but she did not pause. The soft moan that escaped him was like praise, spurring her on.
Loki threw his head back slightly, his chest rising and falling faster as he seemed to lose control of his breathing. "You're a fast learner," he murmured with a dangerously satisfied smile.
With each pull of her lips, her pace became more confident, more rhythmic, and the slight trembling of his body revealed that she was pushing him to the edge of self-control. The heat between them was overwhelming, the connection between them electrifying as she drew him deeper into madness with every movement.
Y/N kept up the pace, her lips and tongue working in sync to give him more and more pleasure. Loki moaned deeply, a rough, guttural sound that unintentionally gave him away. His grip in her hair tightened, his movements more demanding as he gently guided her to do exactly what would drive him over the edge.
"That's it... that's it, my princess," he panted, his voice rough and laced with lust. His breathing quickened further, and Y/N could feel his body tense beneath her, his every muscle taut with anticipation.
With a final, hoarse sound, he lost control. His whole body shook as he climaxed deep inside her mouth. Y/N remained motionless, letting him experience it all without pulling back. Slowly, she pulled away from him, her lips sliding back carefully as she felt the taste on her tongue.
Loki leaned against the edge of the tub for a moment, his chest rising and falling heavily, a satisfied smile on his lips. But this moment did not last long. As soon as he had collected himself, he looked at her with an intense gaze, his eyes glowing with undisguised lust.
"You are incredible, my princess," he said softly, his tone a mixture of praise and demand. Then he began to undress slowly and deliberately. Piece by piece, he dropped the remaining layers of his clothing until his well-toned, flawless body was completely exposed.
Y/N's eyes followed his every movement, and she couldn't help but feel the heat growing inside her as he joined her in the tub. The warm water lapped at his skin as he approached her. His hands slid under the water to her hips, pulling her gently but firmly towards him.
"Now it's your turn, my love," he whispered, leaning forward to seal her lips in a demanding kiss. His hands roamed, exploring her body as the water began to splash around them as he moved to continue the pleasure that had just begun.
Loki pulled Y/N closer to him, his hands sliding over her curves under the water, demanding and gentle at the same time, as if he wanted to explore every inch of her body. His lips broke away from hers and traveled down to her neck, leaving hot, demanding kisses on her skin as the water lapped around them in gentle waves.
"I will take you, princess," he murmured hoarsely at her ear, his voice steeped in desire and possessiveness. "And this time, every part of you is mine."
Before she could reply, he lifted her in one fluid motion, the water easing the gesture, and positioned her above him. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his hips while her hands sought support on his shoulders. The look he gave her - a mixture of dominance, lust and something that almost seemed like worship - made her shiver.
Slowly, he lowered her, and she felt him slide into her, inch by inch, until he filled her completely. Y/N gasped, her head falling back slightly as a deep moan left her throat. Loki paused for a moment, letting her get used to the sensation before he began to move.
His rhythm was slow at first, almost agonizing as he drove her closer to madness with each movement. His hands held her hips, guiding her as he moved deeper into her. Y/N could no longer hold back, her moans grew louder and her nails dug into his shoulders as the intensity increased.
"This is what it feels like when you belong to your daddy," he whispered harshly as his grip on her waist tightened and his thrusts gained strength and speed. The water splashed around her, each of his movements made her sink deeper until the world around her disappeared and only the feeling and the moment mattered.
Her hands moved into his hair, pulling him in for a demanding kiss as her body began to match his rhythm. Her breathing was intermittent, her senses overwhelmed as a wave of ecstasy rolled through her body, only making her pull him closer.
Loki watched her, savoring her every reaction, his eyes glowing with satisfaction and desire. "Give yourself to me, princess," he commanded, his voice like a dark promise as he brought her closer to the abyss with each stroke.
Her fingers tightened tightly in his back, her nails pressing into his skin as the intensity of his thrusts increased. The water splashed over the edge of the tub as he pulled her deeper into the vortex of pleasure with every movement. His presence inside her was unstoppable, each of his powerful thrusts making her feel him more intensely and deeply than ever before.
"My daddy..." she moaned breathlessly, the sound of her voice laced with pure desire. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing a hoarse hiss that mingled with the sounds of moving bodies and rippling water. Her hips responded to him unconsciously, registering with his movements, while her inner heat increased in an almost painful rhythm.
"My perfect girl... completely mine," he whispered in a raspy voice as he changed his angle. With a slight movement, he rose up and thrust into her at a new, deeper angle, only increasing the intensity of their connection. "If your mother only knew how willingly you give yourself to me..."
She opened her lips to say something, but he interrupted her by engulfing her in a passionate kiss. Loki rolled his hips with each thrust, and she felt the pressure growing inside her, bringing her closer and closer to him. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably as his movements became deeper and more demanding. Suddenly, she climaxed, an intense rush gripping her and sending her body into a rigid frenzy as she gave herself completely to him.
She trembled beneath him as he moved into her again and again until he finally filled her with his lust. Her fingers clawed deep into his shoulders and a dark haze settled over her vision as she surrendered completely to the moment. The next time she came to, she felt the velvety softness of dark green sheets draped over her naked body like a second skin.
Slowly, she pulled the sheets closer to her and sat up. Her eyes fell on Loki, who was leaning casually against the headboard of the bed and looking at her with a meaningful smile.
"What am I doing here?" she whispered in an uncertain voice, her eyes darting carefully over him.
He grinned broadly and didn't take his eyes off her for a second. "You were pretty exhausted after our... little adventure."
A weak nod was all she gave him in reply before turning her head away. Heat rose to her face as she realized he was just as naked as she was. "I should probably get back to my room..." she muttered hastily, trying to extricate herself from the situation.
But Loki moved quickly. With an energetic grip, he forced her to look at him. His slender fingers closed gently but firmly around her ankles and a cheeky glint flashed in his eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," he said with a rough determination that brooked no argument. With a firm tug, he pulled her closer to him. "Your daddy's not satisfied yet..."
Y/N took a deep breath and tried to steady her nerves as she pushed open the heavy doors of the courthouse. The cool marble of the entrance hall and the quiet hum of conversations made her flinch involuntarily. Today was the day she would officially return to her maiden name from Mrs. Bradford. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth, and she felt sadness spreading through her.
Tim. She still loved him, with every fiber of her being. But love alone hadn’t been enough to save their marriage. It had been a slow decay—no great catastrophe, no betrayal, just a constant drifting apart. Tim had withdrawn more and more, coming home later from work, often with an evasive look and a brief, “It was a long day.”
Y/N had tried to be patient, to show understanding. But one evening, her patience had run out, and she confronted him. What followed was the worst argument of their marriage. Words, sharp as knives, were exchanged. Things she had never wanted to say left her lips, and his responses were just as harsh. In the end, she had packed her suitcase, close to tears, and left the house that had once been their shared home.t5
In the weeks that followed, she often wondered if things could have turned out differently. Should she have said something else? Should she have stayed, even when it hurt so much? The answer was always the same: Yes, she would have undone it if she could. But she couldn’t.
And so here she was, standing at the threshold of a new chapter, even though her heart was still stuck in the old one.
Her shoes clicked on the polished, high-quality floor as she walked to the elevator. After more than a year of separation, she would see him again today, and her nerves were on edge. She blamed herself a lot for the failed marriage because she had ignored Tim's attempts to reach out until he finally gave up and too much time had passed. About four months after their separation, she found an envelope with the divorce papers at her doorstep. Y/N closed her eyes as she waited for the elevator, the familiar scent of her soon-to-be ex-husband suddenly filling her nose, sending butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
“Y/N,” he whispered softly, almost like a murmur, electrifying her. It took a few seconds before she could bring herself to open her eyes and meet his blue gaze.
“Tim…” Her shoes clicked rhythmically on the gleaming marble floor, a sound that strangely calmed her and made her even more nervous as she walked purposefully, but hesitantly, toward the elevator. After over a year of separation, she would face him again today. Her heart pounded so loudly that she feared others could hear it. She took deep breaths, but it barely helped.
The memories of the past months crept into her mind. She carried so much guilt—or at least it felt that way. In the early weeks of the separation, Tim had repeatedly tried to reach her. Messages, calls, even a handwritten note—she had ignored them all. Not because she didn’t miss him, but because she was afraid. Afraid of what a conversation might mean. Afraid that she might go back to him and be hurt again.
But eventually, Tim had stopped trying. And when she one day found the divorce papers in a simple envelope on her doorstep, it felt like someone had drawn the final line. She had wanted to be prepared for that moment, but when it came, it hit her harder than she had ever expected.
Now, standing here, nervously pressing the elevator button, she closed her eyes. She felt the pressure on her chest, the chaos of her emotions. The cool air in the building suddenly felt warmer, heavier.
And then there was a scent. His scent. The familiar, woody-fresh smell that immediately made her heart race. Her eyelids fluttered, but she forced herself to keep her eyes closed. Maybe it was just her imagination. Maybe just a stranger wearing the same cologne.
“Y/N.”
There was no mistaking it. His voice—gentle, soft, almost a whisper—cut through her thoughts like lightning. The sound made her hands tremble, her heart stumble.
Slowly, she turned around, her eyes still closed. She knew she had to face him, that there was no way out, but it took all her strength to do it. Finally, she opened her eyes, and there he was: Tim.
He stood a few steps away, his hands casually in his pockets, as if he had no control over the chaos his mere presence unleashed in her. His blue eyes—the same ones she had once fallen hopelessly in love with—fixed on her, and for a moment, everything else was forgotten.
“Tim…” she whispered, her voice fragile, almost an echo of his tone.
He nodded slightly, a fleeting smile crossing his lips before it vanished. It was an expression that said more than words. Pain, regret, affection—it was all there, and Y/N felt as if time had paused for a moment.
The silence between them was charged, filled with all the words they hadn’t said and all the questions they didn’t dare to ask.
The silence that followed was only interrupted by the "ding" of the elevator. Y/N turned away and stepped inside, trying to calm her pounding heart as she pressed the button for her floor. Tim entered the elevator as well, and the proximity was both comforting and torturous. Her eyes were fixed on his back, and she struggled with herself, wondering if she should say something. Tim rubbed his neck, visibly tense.
“Screw it,” he murmured almost inaudibly, then did something. For a moment, she was confused, and suddenly, the elevator stopped.
“What…?” she breathed, looking up at him as he turned around.
“I don’t want a divorce, Y/N. I know you don’t want it either,” he said softly, filled with emotion.
“Tim, we—”
“We never talked about it. Not the way we should have,” he said, stepping closer to her. There was no way for her to escape. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the hard muscles under his shirt. “Do you really want the divorce?”
Y/N’s eyes filled with tears, and she tried to avoid his gaze as she shook her head. “No, but—” she whispered, cutting off as his finger gently lifted her chin. Suddenly, his lips were on hers in a tender kiss.
“No buts,” he whispered before slowly leaning toward her. She saw the moment coming, had all the time to pull away, but she didn’t.
His lips met hers in a gentle, cautious kiss that conveyed everything words couldn’t. It wasn’t an impulsive, passionate kiss but a promise, a plea, and an apology all at once. Y/N’s eyes closed on their own, and for that moment, the world seemed to stand still.
The gentle kiss slowly turned into something more urgent, more passionate. Tim’s hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were pressed together. Every touch between them sparked with the pent-up longing and emotion they had suppressed for so long.
A soft, contented sigh escaped Y/N’s lips as she leaned into him. Her fingers sought purchase on his jacket, gripping the fabric before slowly sliding it off his shoulders. It landed carelessly on the elevator floor, but neither of them paid it any attention.
Tim’s hands continued to roam, finding her thigh and gently caressing it before pushing the thin fabric of her dress upward. The touch of his rough fingers on her bare skin sent a shiver through her. She felt the heat between them intensify as his lips left hers, trailing a line of tender kisses along her jaw and down to her neck.
"Tim..." she gasped, her voice brittle and full of unspoken emotion. His name on her lips seemed to spur him on even more, and his hand slid further up until it reached the top of her panties. The pressure of his fingers was light, almost teasing, but enough to make her hold her breath.
His lips traveled further, exploring the sensitive skin on her neck as she tilted her head back slightly, giving him more space. Her hands, which had been hesitant before, now wandered confidently over his back, pulling him even closer to her, as if she wanted to make sure this moment wasn't a dream.
"Tell me you want this too," he murmured hoarsely against her skin, his voice full of desire and uncertainty at the same time. His words made her pause for a moment before she turned back to him, leaning her forehead against his and looking deep into his eyes.
"Please, Tim," she breathed barely audibly, her voice trembling with desire. No further words seemed necessary as his eyes darkened and a soft, guttural sound escaped him as he understood her request.
With deft fingers, he pushed her panties aside, his touch gentle yet purposeful. When his fingers finally explored her moist warmth, an electrifying tingling sensation ran through her whole body.
Y/N threw her head back, her breathing quickened and a soft, pleasurable moan escaped her lips. Her hands unconsciously gripped his shoulders, seeking support as he completely took over her senses.
His every movement was precise and full of devotion, as if he could read her, as if he knew exactly what she needed. The confined space of the elevator heightened the intimacy of the moment, allowing nothing but the two of them to exist.
He slipped a finger inside her, his movements slow and pleasurable, before increasing the pace slightly, penetrating her deeply and filling her again and again. At the same time, he leaned forward and let his lips linger on her neck, sucking gently on the sensitive skin so that a tingling sensation coursed through her body. His thumb circled her clitoris, skillfully and rhythmically, almost making her lose her mind.
Y/N's body felt like it was on fire. The heat spread in waves, each touch, each kiss only fanned the flames further. Her chest rose and fell heavily, and she felt her nipples harden, pressing against the fabric of her bra and dress, leaving a tingling desire in their wake.
Tim noticed it immediately. His gaze slid downwards, lingering on her breast, before he bent lower. Without hesitation, he encircled one of the sensitive spots with his mouth, even through the fabric, and sucked gently. The warmth of his lips and the slight dampness of his breath made her gasp as she pressed herself even closer to him.
His fingers, his lips, his movements - everything was geared towards drawing her completely into this moment, demanding her and at the same time removing all resistance.
Her fingers dug firmly into his shoulders, seeking support as he continued relentlessly, thrusting his fingers deep inside her and bringing her to the brink of madness. His every movement was precise, his every touch driving her on until she felt the tension in her body building to breaking point.
Her breathing quickened, her muscles tensed and as she reached her climax, she felt herself tighten around his fingers. Her body trembled uncontrollably, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through her until she finally came over his fingers with an exhausted but satisfied gasp.
She had barely reached the peak of her desire when a new sound penetrated the veil of lust that surrounded her - the soft metallic tinkling of his belt.
She blinked, still half dazed, but before her mind could catch up, she could already feel the hot, hard tip of his cock pressing gently against her entrance.
"Tim!" Her moan was a mixture of surprise, desire and anticipation, her voice rough with excitement. She lifted her gaze to him, her eyes veiled with lust, and saw him looking at her with a mixture of tenderness and insatiable desire before he slowly pushed forward, leaving her in a frenzy of emotion once more.
"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and possessive as he entered her fully with a rough, controlled thrust. Y/N gasped, her body tensing under the sudden fullness, but it only took a moment for her to adjust to him.
Her hands slid gently over his back, seeking support as she lifted her head to place gentle kisses on his neck. Her lips left a burning trail on his skin, and the soft moan that escaped her made him pause briefly, as if making sure she was ready.
With a slight gyrating of her hips, she gave him the signal he needed, her movements a silent "I'm ready". Tim pulled back slowly, letting the tension between them build before he pressed into her again, this time with a mixture of abandon and desire.
The rhythm he found was both patient and demanding, each thrust sending waves of pleasure rolling through them both as they moved in sync with each other, their bodies perfectly matched.
Tim gradually increased the pace, his movements becoming deeper and more powerful as he plunged into her again and again. Each thrust made them both tremble, and the intensity between them grew with each moment. Y/N clung to him, her fingers clawed into his back and her nails left marks that elicited a harsh gasp from him.
"Tim..." she moaned breathlessly, her body completely at his mercy and she surrendered to him more with every thrust. The heat between them was overwhelming, their bodies sliding against each other, covered in sweat and completely in sync.
His grip on her hips tightened as he pulled her against him, his every movement more intense, more urgent. His mouth found her neck again, leaving hot, demanding kisses as his breath beat erratically against her skin.
"You feel so incredible," he murmured hoarsely, almost like a confession, his voice drenched with lust and tenderness in equal measure.
Y/N could only produce a moaning "Yes... please... more" as the ecstasy overtook her. She felt him thrusting deeper and deeper into her, each contact causing her body to quiver and the flames of passion to blaze even higher.
His rhythm became more relentless and the sounds of their shared lust filled the confined space of the elevator. There was only the two of them, only the insatiable desire that bound them together and the fading boundary between body and mind.
Tim pulled a hand away from her hip, his grip warm and firm, and let it slide between their bodies. His fingers found her clitoris unerringly, and he began to stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves in rhythmic circles, perfectly timed to the deep thrusts of his body into hers.
Y/N's head fell against the wall of the elevator, her lips opening in a soundless gasp before a breathless moan rolled over her. The double stimulation was overwhelming, each touch of his fingers and each thrust of his body bringing her closer to the edge of utter ecstasy.
"Oh God, Tim...!" Her voice was rough and trembling, full of desire as her hands slid over his shoulders, pulling him towards her as if she couldn't get enough of him.
He moaned softly, his voice low and vibrating with lust as he pressed himself even harder into her, moving his fingers faster over her clitoris, touching her with a passion that left no doubt as to how much he desired her.
"You're so perfect," he murmured against her neck, his lips and teeth playing with her sensitive skin as he brought her closer to the abyss with each thrust and touch.
Y/N's body began to shake uncontrollably, and she felt the tension inside her become unbearable. Her muscles contracted tightly around him and her head fell back as she climaxed, a loud, pleasurable scream filling the confined space.
Tim followed shortly after, his movements becoming even more intense before he sank deep into her one last time and found his own climax. His lips found hers, a kiss that was both an affirmation and a promise, while their bodies still quivered, united in the lingering warmth of their passion.
"I love you," he whispered softly, his voice full of warmth and tenderness.
"I love you too," she replied just as softly, her eyes shining with sincere emotion as they rested in his arms, trying to calm their breathing again. "But we have to work on it."
"I'll do anything as long as I have you," he said softly, his words a promise. He kissed her again, a tender, loving kiss that expressed all the unexplored feelings between them.
Suddenly the elevator jerked, started moving, and Tim slowly pulled out of her, setting her down gently as they both hurriedly scrambled for their clothes. Y/N stepped towards him, a small, loving smile on her lips as she gently stroked the hair from his forehead. The closeness they shared was still palpable when the elevator doors opened. At the same moment, their lips met again, a final kiss that captured all the unspoken feelings.
"I think the divorce is off now?" Angela's voice suddenly rang out, and no one had to look at her to hear the mischievous grin in her voice.
"What divorce?" asked Tim with a playful smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of nervousness.
Y/N looked to Angela, who was standing next to the elevator with Bailey. It was obvious that they had come because of the unusual stopping of the elevator.
"There will be no divorce," Y/N said with a slight smile, patting Tim's chest affectionately.
Warning: Daddy Kink, Y/N is the girlfriend of Tom's son
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It was a stormy evening in London. Dark clouds hung heavily over the city, and the rain incessantly beat against the large panoramic windows of Tom's luxurious apartment. The cold drops seemed to intensify with each impact as if they were challenging the warmth of the interior. Inside, however, the atmosphere was calm and subdued. The soft, warm glow of designer lamps bathed the room in a gentle light, while shadows danced like shy ghosts in the corners.
Tom sat relaxed on the large leather sofa, a glass of deep red wine in hand, his gaze wandering thoughtfully around the room. His thoughts revolved around his son, who was out with friends that evening. Tom couldn't recall the last time he'd had so many free moments to reflect. He had become a father at a young age, still a teenager, when life confronted him with fatherhood. His ex-girlfriend, the boy's mother, had left him shortly after the birth, and suddenly, he was alone—alone with a newborn and the enormous pressure of building a career at the same time. With hard work, determination, and sleepless nights, he had finally built a successful life—one that now allowed him to sit in this elegant apartment, surrounded by the luxury he had once never dreamed of.
But suddenly, the quiet intimacy of the moment was abruptly interrupted. The heavy front door flew open, and the cold of the rain entered the room like an unexpected guest. She stood in the doorway—the girlfriend of his son. Her face was pale, her eyes red, tears running unchecked down her cheeks, and she seemed not to notice the rain that plastered her hair in wet strands to her head. Desperation was written in her gaze as she stared at Tom, unable to find the right words.
Y/N—a pretty young girl with Y/H/C hair. Tom had always remembered her as cheerful and energetic, but now, at this moment, she seemed fragile, lost. His heart skipped a beat and then pounded faster. A strange mix of concern and an unexpected closeness washed over him.
"Tom," she finally whispered, her voice broken and barely more than a breath. She hugged her arms as if trying to protect herself from the cold that seemed to dwell deep inside her, not just outside. "I... I don't know where else to go."
Tom quickly put his wine glass down on the table and jumped up. He walked toward her, his gaze concerned and his voice firm but gentle. "What happened?" he asked. Although he had only known her for a short time, he had always had a good feeling about her. His son had proudly introduced her, and since then, they had developed an almost friendly relationship.
Tom's eyes searched hers as he waited for her to find the words to express what was tormenting her.
"It's Ben. He cheated on me," she whispered, her voice choked with tears before she broke down into sobs. Her shoulders trembled, and she suddenly seemed even smaller, lost in her pain. "I can't believe he did this to me. I thought we were happy..."
Tom felt his heart clench as if invisible hands were gripping and crushing it. The words echoed in his head, pushing all his thoughts aside. He had always sensed that something was not quite right between Ben and Y/N—small inconsistencies that he had instinctively picked up on as a father. But he had never imagined it was this bad—that his son could be capable of something so heartless. He had known Y/N as a wonderful woman, full of warmth and life. The fact that Ben had hurt her so deeply tore him apart.
"Come in," he said gently, placing a hand on her arm and guiding her further into the apartment. The door closed behind them, shutting out the cold and rain, but the emotions in the room only seemed to intensify. "Sit down, Y/N. Would you like something to drink? Water, tea... wine?"
But she silently shook her head, not really registering him. Like a puppet, she sank onto the large leather sofa, her shoulders hanging exhaustedly, her gaze fixed on the floor as if she were afraid to lift it and face reality. Tom sat down carefully next to her, leaving her enough space, but his eyes remained fixed on her. He sought a connection, a sign that she was aware of him, but she didn't look at him.
"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he began softly, the words heavy on his tongue. "I can hardly imagine how you must be feeling right now. Ben..." He hesitated, searching for the right words that wouldn't make the situation worse. "He's still young. Sometimes he doesn't know what he's doing."
Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes sparkling with anger and disappointment. "He knew exactly what he was doing," she cut him off sharply. With a quick movement, she wiped the tears from her cheeks as if trying to shake off the weakness. "And I can't believe I trusted him."
Tom was speechless for a moment, overwhelmed by the strength and determination in her voice despite the despair. In the instant their eyes met, something unexpected happened. A spark—so fleeting that it could have almost been overlooked, yet so intense that it couldn't be ignored. It was as if an electric charge had sparked between them, an unspoken tension that suddenly ignited.
Tom felt his breath quicken. He couldn't deny what he felt in that moment. It was more than sympathy, more than the desire to comfort her. There was something deeper, darker rising within him—an attraction that was dangerous yet irresistible. He was drawn to her vulnerability as much as to her inner strength. She was broken and yet so powerful in her anger.
It was wrong, he knew that. Every fiber of his mind warned him of what could happen, of the boundaries he should not cross. But the feeling burning inside him was like an unstoppable force pulling him closer to her.
"Y/N, I'm here for you," Tom whispered, his hand gently sliding over her arm, his touch barely more than a breath, yet it seemed to reach a depth that words could not express. His fingers caressed her skin while his voice softly and warmly broke the silence. "You don't have to go through this alone."
A soft, heavy sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes for a moment. Her face was marked by pain, but underneath, there was something Tom didn't miss—the quiet, desperate longing for comfort, for support. The tension in the room was almost palpable, as if the air between them grew denser with every second, and Tom felt his own self-control gradually eroding.
"Tom, I… I don’t know what to do," she whispered, her voice full of uncertainty and inner conflict. But in her eyes, something flickered—a weak spark that encouraged him, signaling that she sought not only his comfort but also something deeper. "I feel lost, and... sometimes I wish I could hurt him the way he hurt me. But that wouldn’t be right."
She raised her head, her gaze meeting his, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her eyes searched his for an answer, for a sense of security or perhaps a way out. Then her gaze drifted to his lips, and as she unconsciously bit her lower lip, the tension between them became unbearable.
"I just want to feel better," she whispered, her words hanging like an unspoken plea in the air as she moved closer to him, her uncertainty hidden behind a veil of desire.
Tom struggled internally, feeling the dangerous closeness forming between them. Her vulnerability irresistibly drew him in, and he couldn't deny the magnetic pull of her presence. Her words, her looks, the subtle movement of her lips—all of it stirred a wave of emotions within him that he could no longer control. The room seemed to close in around them, and the moment was charged with the inevitable question of whether he should give in to the urge.
But deep down, Tom knew how dangerous this closeness was, how easily they could cross the fine line between compassion and desire. Every fiber of his mind warned him against it, yet his body reacted in a way he could no longer control.
"Tell me what I can do to help you," he finally whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. His hand glided gently over her arm, a slow, absent-minded caress carried by the weight of the moment. It was as if every movement was part of an unspoken dialogue between them.
"Kiss me," she suddenly pleaded, her words full of urgency, almost begging.
In that moment, Tom let go of the last remnants of his restraint. He felt the flood of suppressed emotions wash over him, and without further thought, he leaned in. His lips met hers in a hungry, demanding kiss that unleashed all the pent-up emotions and hidden desires they had both suppressed for so long. It felt as if he had opened a forbidden door, and with every passing moment, the desire poured in uncontrollably—wild, impetuous, overwhelming.
She returned the kiss just as passionately, as if she were seeking in him the anchor she so desperately needed. Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling him closer, more insistently, as if she could draw him deeper into the moment.
Their movements became more intense, as if in this kiss they wanted to forget all the pain and disappointment. The world around them seemed to dissolve. The sound of the rain, the soft lighting of the room, the furniture—all of it became meaningless as the heat between them burned ever stronger. Their breathing quickened, their bodies drew irresistibly closer, and the moment engulfed them both. Nothing else mattered except the electrifying connection they now felt. Every kiss, every touch seemed to fuel the desire that blazed between them like a fire.
Tom knew that this was a line he could no longer undo. Yet, amidst the flood of these intense feelings, there was no room left for doubt—only for what seemed inevitable.
The heat between them grew more intense as their kisses became hungrier, almost as if they could reclaim the time they had both spent in pain and uncertainty in this single moment. Tom felt his self-control finally slip away, as every touch, every kiss, every movement drew him deeper into the pull of desire.
With a quiet urgency, he placed his hands on her waist and gently pulled her onto his lap. Her body pressed against his, her warmth mingling with his, and as she settled on him, he felt the electrifying contact of their bodies that took his breath away. Her legs wrapped around him, and she moved closer, her movements more confident, more demanding. There was no distance left between them, no hesitation, no doubt.
His hands roamed over her back, slipping under the fabric of her clothing to touch the soft skin beneath. Each stroke of his fingers intensified the connection between them, and he could feel her breathing quicken as she sank deeper into the kiss. Her body moved lightly against his, her movements becoming more urgent as she pressed closer to him, as if she wanted to overcome the last bit of distance between them.
"Tom..." she whispered breathlessly against his lips, her voice raw with desire, and in that moment, there was nothing left that could hold him back. Her hands buried deeper into his hair, and she kissed him with a fervor that left no doubt that she was giving herself completely to him.
Tom felt his own desire spiral out of control as the boundaries between right and wrong blurred in the intensity of the moment. All that mattered was her closeness, the feel of her skin on his, the heat that spread through him like fire. The moment was full of urgency, as if they were both caught in a whirlpool of passion from which there was no escape.
She pressed even closer to him, her hips sinking deeper onto his lap, and she could clearly feel his erection pressing hard and insistently through the thin fabric of her clothing against her. The heat between them continued to rise, and with each breath she took, the tension became more palpable, the boundary between them almost completely dissolved.
For a moment, she broke the passionate kiss, her lips parting from his and slowly wandering down to his neck. Her breathing was heavy, and Tom felt her gentle kisses prickling against his skin. Then, without warning, she pressed her lips to the sensitive spot on the side of his neck and began to lightly suck, just firmly enough to ignite a wave of desire in him.
He could feel his skin tingle under her touch; each of her kisses sent a hot, intense sensation through his body that made him press closer to her. Her tongue traced lightly over his skin while she continued to suck on his neck, and it was as if she knew exactly what reaction she was provoking in him.
Tom couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan of pleasure, his hands gripping her waist more firmly as he pulled her even closer to him, their bodies now completely merged. Every breath she took was a soft, feverish whisper against his skin, and the combination of tenderness and untamed desire was driving him nearly mad.
“Take me, Daddy,” she whispered softly, her voice barely more than a breath, while she provocatively rubbed her hips against him. The sensation of her movement, the way she called him by that name—it was as if she had broken down all his defenses in an instant. His mind seemed to crack under the pressure of passion, and every last spark of reason was extinguished in the fire that flared between them.
His breathing grew heavier as he looked at her, her eyes dark with desire. “Come with me,” he murmured roughly, his voice low and husky, almost like a promise he couldn’t take back. “I’ll give you what you need.”
With impatient longing, he gently pushed her off his lap, his hands gliding over her hips as he lifted her to her feet. Her eyes glittered as she followed him without resistance, taking his hand as he led her toward his bedroom. Each step down the softly lit hallway seemed to further charge the tension between them, as if the air around them crackled with the heat of their unspoken desires.
The walk to the bedroom was both an invitation and a point of no return. Tom’s heart raced, his mind quietly screaming warnings, but they were drowned in the flood of passion. He knew it was wrong—that they were crossing a line that should never be crossed. But in this moment, all of that was irrelevant. The attraction between them was too strong to deny or fight.
The door closed behind them, and the world outside the bedroom seemed to vanish. The soft shadows of the room seemed to envelop them as the dim light danced on their skin. Tom turned to her, his eyes wandering over her face, her body—everything about her drew him in like a force he could no longer resist.
He stepped closer, his hands finding their way back to her body, firmer and more certain this time, as if every touch only intensified the desire within them. “Y/N…” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire, as he sought her lips again.
Tom moved closer, the distance between them shrinking, and in his eyes, the same burning desire that raged in her flared up. Her breath caught as his hands found her body again—this time firmer, more determined, as if he could never let her go. He pulled her against him, their bodies merging in the heat of the moment, and as his lips met hers, it was as if the world around them exploded.
The kiss was more demanding, hungrier than before. Her hands wandered over his back, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if she wanted to pull him closer to her. She allowed herself to be swept away by the flood of passion, every thought of restraint disappearing in the moment as she felt the urge to come even closer to him. Her body pressed against his, every movement an unmistakable signal that she was just as consumed by passion as he was.
“Daddy…” she whispered again, the desire in her voice unmistakable. Her fingers slid to the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them while her lips barely parted from his. Her touches were impatient, as if she feared losing the moment before it could fully unfold.
Tom could no longer wait. With a deep, rough breath, he broke the kiss and looked deep into her eyes, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he gently pulled her onto the bed. Her body sank into the soft mattress, and he knelt over her, his eyes hungrily scanning her body as if she were the only thing that existed in that moment.
“I’ll give you everything you need,” he whispered, as his hand slid along her thigh, moving upwards. His gaze locked with hers, and in the intensity of her eyes, he saw the same inevitable decision burning inside her that was mirrored in him.
She pulled him closer, her fingers finding their way into his hair, and their lips met again—this time deeper, more passionate, as if they both knew there was no turning back. Her body arched toward him, and every touch, every kiss seemed to fuel the fire between them even more.
He gently parted her legs, settling between them, his hips pressing against her core, feeling the warmth of her through the thin fabric of her clothes. The contact between them was intense, and an unrelenting desire coursed through him as he rubbed against her.
Slowly and carefully, Tom began to remove her clothing, as if he wanted to savor every inch of her skin. The moment her bare skin was exposed to the dim light of the room, it was electrifying. She now lay completely naked beneath him, her curves shimmering in the soft light of the room.
Tom’s hands roamed over her body, every touch tender yet charged with desire. His fingers explored the contours of her body, the warmth and softness of her skin, while making sure she felt comfortable.
He was still wearing only his pants, and the fact that only a thin layer of fabric separated them heightened the sense of intimacy that had built between them. Every breath became heavier, the tension in the room palpable, as they moved together in a dance of closeness and discovery.
Tom looked at her, her eyes shimmering with nervousness and desire, and he could see the questions and desires in her gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice rough and filled with concern for her well-being.
She nodded, and in that moment, he understood that she was ready to deepen this connection.
He leaned down slowly, until his lips softly brushed against the skin of her chest. His hands gently cupped her breasts, drawing slow circles with his fingertips and massaging her skin in a teasing way. Carefully, he kissed his way lower, taking his time to savor each moment, until his lips reached the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. There, he paused briefly, waiting for her reaction before lightly sucking on the tender spot, leaving a tingling sensation on her skin.
Tom’s hands slid gently higher, his fingers trailing over her sensitive skin until he finally reached her core. With gentle touches, he explored the warm wetness of her arousal before applying light pressure as his fingers glided over her most sensitive spots. He lowered his head, gently enveloping her clitoris with his lips, softly pulling it into his mouth and starting playful, circular motions with his tongue. A deep, guttural moan escaped Y/N as her fingers involuntarily buried themselves in his hair, as though seeking some form of anchor. Her back arched under the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, and her breathing quickened as he drove her further into ecstasy.
Tom intensified his movements, letting the tip of his tongue alternate between gentle and firmer pressure over her clitoris, while his hands held her hips steady to support her. She writhed beneath him, every touch causing her muscles to tremble with desire. Her fingertips gripped his hair even tighter, pulling him closer as she threw her head back, another loud moan escaping her lips. He responded by adjusting the rhythm of his tongue, applying slightly more pressure, which drew a soft gasp from her throat.
With one hand, he let his fingers glide down further, feeling the heat and moisture of her arousal before gently sliding one finger inside her, then a second, all while watching her body’s reactions closely. He moved his fingers slowly, matching the pace of his tongue. With every gentle movement in and out, which kept time with the rhythm of his tongue, the tension in her lower belly grew.
Y/N's body was now trembling with lust. Her breathing came in short gasps, and her legs instinctively began to close around his head, as if she could no longer bear the intensity of the moment. Tom didn't relent; his fingers picked up the pace, and he hit that spot inside her that sent an electrifying sensation through her body. Every touch, every nuance of his actions seemed to bring her closer to the edge of ecstasy until she finally surrendered completely to him, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure any longer.
Her breathing became erratic, her body tensed further as the heat and tingling deep in her belly swelled into an overwhelming need. The world around her blurred as she focused solely on the arousing movements of his fingers and tongue. A shiver of pleasure coursed through her with every flick of his tongue, every soft moan he let out, as though he could feel the arousal in her body. Her muscles tightened, the familiar intense throbbing right before her climax grew almost unbearable.
She was on the verge of giving in to the tension when Tom suddenly paused. His fingers slowly withdrew, and his tongue released her sensitive spot, which prompted a disappointed, longing whimper from her throat. Her hips lifted instinctively as if her body was pleading for more of him, but he remained firm. Instead, he sat up with a satisfied, slightly mischievous smile, his gaze locked on hers with an intensity that seemed to devour her whole.
With deliberate movements, he sat back, never breaking eye contact, as if he wanted to stretch out the moment of anticipation. Then he slowly lifted his hands to his belt, unfastened the buckle, and pulled it free with a quiet rustling sound. His eyes never left her body as he finally unbuttoned his pants and slowly pulled down the zipper. The fabric slid effortlessly from his hips, revealing inch by inch of his bare skin while she watched him, mesmerized. The expression on his face was a mixture of control and desire as he finally discarded his pants completely, fully exposing himself before her, savoring the play between closeness and distance.
Y/N's breathing was still uneven, her skin tingling with unfulfilled desire as she let her gaze travel over Tom's naked body. Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and gently wrapped it around his erection, feeling the warmth and the pulsing hardness beneath her fingers. She began to stroke him slowly and steadily, her fingers exploring his most sensitive areas as she watched the muscles in his jaw tense and a quiet, guttural moan escaped his lips.
Tom closed his eyes for a brief moment, as if savoring every touch, but after a few moments, he grabbed her hand with a gentle but firm grip, stopping her. Their eyes met—his gaze dark and full of desire—and she felt his fingers wrap gently around her hand before he moved it away from him. Without a word, he gently pushed her back onto the bed, letting her rest on her back, and positioned himself above her, his body slightly elevated as he watched her reaction carefully.
Slowly, he lowered himself until his hips were just above hers, and she could feel the heat of his body on her skin. He teasingly let the tip of his erection glide along her entrance, brushing her with soft, almost provocative movements. A quiet, longing moan escaped her lips, and her hips moved instinctively, seeking more contact, but each time, he pulled away just before giving her what she wanted.
"Daddy, please..." Her voice was barely more than a whisper, filled with pure desire. But instead of yielding, he continued to tease her, letting his erection slide over her wet, aroused skin, driving her mad with anticipation. His gaze remained locked on her, an intense glimmer in his eyes as he continued to study her reactions with each teasing stroke.
"Patience, darling," he murmured hoarsely, as she let out another desperate moan. The quiet amusement in his voice mingled with his own barely restrained desire, as he rewarded her impatience with another provocative thrust of his hips. Her body tensed beneath him, her hands clinging to his shoulders, and her back arched slightly from the mattress. The friction against her most sensitive spot was driving her to the brink of madness, the steady throbbing of her desire building with each soft touch of his erection against her entrance.
Tom continued to keep her in suspense, letting his erection glide teasingly over her entrance again. Y/N's breath caught as he finally pushed in slightly, just enough to make her body tremble, but then he pulled back again, a small, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Her pleading moan, mixed with the tension on her face, made him hesitate only briefly before he could no longer hold back his own hunger.
With a controlled thrust, he pushed deep into her, his hot breath brushing against her skin as he let out a rough, throaty growl that seemed to vibrate in the air around them. The sudden fullness made Y/N let out a loud gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body tensed under the unexpected intensity. An animalistic spark flickered in his eyes as he paused for a moment, making sure she had adjusted to the new, demanding depth.
Then he began to move—slowly at first, almost torturously. Each thrust was precise and deep, as if he wanted to feel every part of her, to soak up her reactions. Soon, the pace increased, the controlled slowness giving way to a steadily growing rhythm as his desire took over. With each powerful, dominant thrust, he pulled her deeper into the whirlpool of their lust, his hips colliding relentlessly with hers, hitting the exact spots that made her react the most.
His face came closer to hers, and amidst their breathless, guttural gasps, she once again heard that deep, rough growl emanating from his chest, as if he was asserting his claim on her body and the waves of pleasure coursing through her. "You belong to me," he whispered, his voice dark and filled with the need to bind her even more to him, before he thrust into her again—this time harder, his dominance unmistakable in every movement.
Y/N’s head fell back, her back arching as she cried out, the intensity of his thrusts driving her into a spiral of lust from which there was no escape. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as though he was preventing her from slipping away from him. Each thrust was firm, dominant, and deep, the sound of their bodies colliding mixing with their hoarse, breathless moans and the rhythmic growl in his throat.
Her legs wrapped around his hips as if her body wanted to pull him even closer, though she already felt as if every fiber of her being was filled by him. Tom bent lower over her, his hot breath against her skin as he continued to explore her limits with his strong, demanding thrusts, as if he wanted to push her pleasure to its peak.
Tom’s rhythm became more unrelenting, each thrust deep and powerful, making Y/N feel as though every fiber of her body would shatter under the intensity. A deep growl, almost an animalistic snarl, escaped from his throat as he thrust into her again and again, his hips pounding against hers with unyielding force. Her fingers clung tightly to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he pressed her deeper into the bed.
Then he lifted his head slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he slowly brought his free hand upward. With a deliberate, provocative slowness, he placed his hand around her throat, his fingers spreading out across her delicate skin. He didn’t apply any firm pressure, but simply let her feel the presence of his hand as a sign of control and dominance. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but the gesture alone was enough to make her tremble even more. Her heart raced as she felt his fingers close lightly around her neck, just tight enough for her to be acutely aware of him, without restricting her breathing.
“Do you feel that?” His voice was barely more than a hoarse whisper, deep and possessive, as his hips continued their dominant rhythm, thrusting into her. “Every part of you... belongs to me.” With these words, he tightened his grip slightly, not enough to hurt but just the right amount to guide her along the edges of pleasure and control.
His movements became even more intense, his erection sliding powerfully inside her while she felt the pressure of his hand around her neck. Every time he thrust into her, the heat inside her body rose, her hips lifting to meet his, as if she was begging for more. Her entire body trembled under the intensity of his thrusts, and she couldn’t help but moan under the pressure of his hand and the relentless tempo.
A soft, breathless "Daddy..." escaped her lips, and she felt his hand move gently around her neck, his thumb resting lightly against the side of her throat as he thrust even deeper inside her. His other hand gripped her hip firmly, holding her in place so she had no chance of escaping his demanding rhythm. With each powerful thrust inside her, he drove her closer to the edge of madness, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity he forced upon her.
"That's a good girl," he murmured harshly, his lips right against her ear, his voice vibrating with pure possessiveness and the desire to possess her completely. His fingers gently massaged the sides of her neck as he intensified the movements of his hips once more, his hand on her neck contrasting with the powerful thrusts of his body. Y/N couldn't help but release her pent-up lust with each thrust, her body responding instinctively to the mixture of dominance and surrender he offered her as he continued to drive her to the limits of desire.
Tom watched her with an insatiable desire in his eyes as her body ground beneath him, her lips opening in pleasure as she breathed heavily in response to his demanding movements. A self-satisfied, soft smile played around the corner of his mouth as he loosened his grip on her neck slightly and slid his hand lower. As he continued to move into her with deep, rhythmic thrusts, he lowered his head to her torso, took a stiff nipple between his lips and began to gently play around it.
The heat of his tongue suddenly circling her sensitive skin caused Y/N's body to drop to trees as if electrocuted.
He sucked lightly on her nipple, letting it slide through his teeth again and again as he thrust deeper into her, the movements of his hips merging seamlessly with the tenderness of his lips. A throaty moan escaped her as he increased the pressure of his tongue, the touch on her sensitive nerve endings sending a flood of hot desire through her body.
"Tom... please..." Her voice was little more than a longing whisper, almost a desperate plea. But that only seemed to spur him on even more. He sucked harder, letting his tip circle playfully around the sensitive tip before taking it deep into his mouth, while his hips continued to move into her in an unchanged hard, dominant rhythm. Each thrust was deep and purposeful, making her feel him filling her further each time.
Her whole body reacted, she could feel the tension building deep in her abdomen, a burning, intense throbbing that drove her closer to the edge of ecstasy with each of his movements.
Her breathing quickened, her body shook uncontrollably and her muscles began to contract involuntarily around him. Tom seemed to sense exactly that she was about to let herself fall into the wave of pleasure. He intensified his thrusts, sliding his erection deep inside her while his lips continued to hold her nipple, his tongue dancing over the sensitive tip.
With one final, powerful thrust, he hit the exact spot inside her, sending the pent-up tension through her body in an explosive wave. She screamed his name as the pleasure poured over her in an intense, all-consuming climax. Her body writhed beneath him, her hips pulling uncontrollably as her muscles contracted tightly around him. The ecstasy was so overwhelming that she clung to his shoulders, her breath coming in short, throaty gasps as if the sensations were completely overwhelming her.
But Tom didn't stop. Even as she writhed beneath him, her body jerking again and again under the reverberating climaxes of her climax, he continued his rhythm. Each thrust seemed deeper, more demanding, as she clutched him, her nails digging into his skin. Her body was hyper-sensitive, every movement he made only seemed to increase the intense sensations until she felt like the pleasure would tear her apart.
"Not yet, love," he murmured hoarsely, his voice drenched in desire as he increased his pace further, his hips moving relentlessly against her. His hand slid to her neck again, holding her tight as he continued to demand her with deep, dominant thrusts. Each of his movements seemed to pull her deeper into a vortex of pleasure and exhaustion, her senses flooded by the intensity he was forcing upon her.
Finally, she felt him moving harder and harder into her, his thrusts becoming more irregular, heavier. A deep, guttural growl emerged from his chest and he lowered his head to her ear again. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he finally poured himself into an intense climax. They could feel him pulsing in her fireplace, his hot moans right by her ear as he filled her completely with his heat.
His grip around her neck loosened slightly, his lips gently touching her neck as they both gasped for air, their bodies still pressed against each other.
The moment lingered until he finally leaned back a little with a contented smile, capturing her gaze and devouring her with his eyes as if to soak up her exhausted but still trembling body.
They let their fingers glide gently over his back, feeling the supple muscles under his warm skin and enjoying the reassuring weight of his body on hers. Each breath made them sink deeper together into the aftermath of intimacy as they felt safe and secure beneath him. The rhythm of his slow, steady breaths was almost hypnotic, and a soft smile came to her lips as she savored the closeness between them.
But suddenly she heard the soft clack of the front door, followed by the muffled sound of it falling into the lock. Her heart stopped for a moment and her eyes widened slightly as she heard the familiar voice of his son from downstairs: "Dad?" The sound was clear and curious, an innocent question that cut through the silence of the room.
Tom froze above her. His body tensed instantly as he recognized the voice, and his eyes opened wide.
A hint of panic flitted across his face as he lifted his gaze, as if looking for a way out that seemed impossible at that moment. The carefree, intimate moment between them was abruptly interrupted and reality caught up with her with a vengeance.
She felt his breathing quicken, the lightness of a moment ago vanished. His eyes reflected the sudden uncertainty that was clearly written on his face. She could feel the tension in his shoulders as he tried to think clearly, but the urgency in his gaze told her everything...
The dull bass of the music vibrated through the room as Tim Bradford entered the exclusive BDSM club. The dark, seductive atmosphere was filled with hushed conversations, the clicking of chains, and the soft cracking of leather on skin. His gaze wandered attentively through the room, his muscles tense as he assessed the scene. He was here to gather information—nothing more, or so he told himself. But the club had a strange pull on him, and he couldn’t deny that a part of him felt the challenge this world offered.
Tim wore a tight black leather jacket that accentuated his broad shoulders and black pants that gave him the authority of a Dom in this environment. The man he was looking for was somewhere here, but before he could find him, he had to immerse himself in the role.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on a woman near the cage. She was kneeling, her head slightly bowed, waiting. Her body was wrapped in black satin, her hands resting calmly on her thighs, a picture of devotion. Her eyes flickered as she sensed his presence, and the moment their gazes met, Tim felt something that surprised him: a spark, an unspoken invitation.
He knew it was dangerous to get distracted, but something about her called to him, challenged him to test how far she was willing to go. Slowly, he approached her, his steps quiet but determined. When he stopped in front of her, she lifted her head and looked up at him. Her lips parted slightly, and in her eyes flickered a spark of submission and desire.
“Name,” he said quietly, his deep voice firm and dominant.
“As you wish, Sir,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath.
Tim felt his chest tighten. The game had begun.
Tim let his gaze slide over her, taking in every detail—the way she knelt, the gentle curve of her neck, the slight tension in her shoulders, showing she was waiting for his next move. It wasn’t just submission; it was more. She seemed to crave guidance, to want someone to take control.
“You’re new here,” he observed, his voice calm but demanding.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered obediently, her gaze lowered as if waiting to be led by him.
A slight smile tugged at his lips. This fit perfectly. He could not only maintain his cover but also use this situation to gather information—perhaps even to get to the man he was looking for. But before he could think further, he felt the game between them intensify. It was as if an invisible string connected them, tightening with each passing second.
He leaned down slightly, his fingers gently but firmly tracing along her jaw. “Are you ready to obey me?” His voice was quiet, almost dangerous, yet he could see the slight shiver that ran through her body.
“Yes, Sir,” came her immediate response, without hesitation.
His thumb slid over her lower lip as he studied her reaction. She opened her mouth slightly as if waiting for him to make the next move. Tim felt his own pulse quicken. The power he had over her was palpable, and although he knew it was a game, it felt more real than it should.
“Stand up,” he commanded softly but unmistakably.
She obeyed, and as she stood before him, he could sense the faint trembling in her movements. Her breathing had quickened, her chest visibly rising and falling under the thin fabric of her dress. Tim stepped closer, his presence dominating the room, and she looked at him with wide eyes, unsure of what would come next but fully ready to accept it.
“Follow me,” he said curtly, turning and walking towards one of the private rooms. He knew she would follow him—and that she wanted exactly that.
Tim led her through the dim, softly lit atmosphere of the club to one of the private rooms. The air seemed even heavier here, charged with a mixture of expectation and desire. He opened the door to a secluded area that was sparsely furnished—a narrow bed in the center, a tall mirror on the wall, and some discreet leather straps at the corners. The room was ready for what was to come, and Tim knew this was the moment to fully embrace his role.
She entered, her steps quiet, and stood in the middle of the room, her hands trembling slightly from nervousness and excitement. Tim closed the door behind him and slowly approached. Her eyes sought his gaze, and in them, there was a silent plea—a readiness to follow him, no matter where he led.
“You will wait here,” he said coldly and firmly. “You will not speak unless I allow it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered immediately, her voice soft but without hesitation.
Tim observed her for a moment, her posture—the way she had already surrendered, ready to relinquish control to him. He could feel that she needed more, wanted more, but she waited patiently for him to take the next step.
He walked around her, studying her body, feeling the tension growing between them. With a light tug on her dress, he let the fabric slip from her shoulder, slowly and deliberately, to see every one of her reactions. Her skin was warm, and he could hear the slight breath she took as the fabric fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in her pure submission.
“Kneel,” he commanded again, his voice soft but with a hint of hardness that made it clear he demanded absolute control.
She obeyed immediately, sinking to her knees, hands on her thighs, head slightly bowed. She was a perfect sub, ready to be led, and Tim felt an unusual heat rise within him. It was as if he wasn’t just dominating her—it was as if she had silently given him permission to control every aspect of her submission.
“Good,” he murmured quietly, bending forward and lifting her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look him in the eye. “From now on, you belong to me. Understood?”
Her lips trembled slightly as she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
He could hear the excitement in her voice, the readiness she promised. Everything about her was directed towards pleasing him, executing his orders, and it aroused him in a way he hadn’t expected. This was more than just an assignment, more than a simple game. It was a moment where he held her submission fully in his hands.
“Place your hands on the ground and bend forward,” he ordered, his voice calm and controlled as he slowly leaned back and watched the room.
She did as instructed, her movements smooth and obedient. Her body bent forward gently, her hands flat on the ground, her back arched slightly from the tension. It was a picture of absolute submission, and Tim couldn’t help but pause for a moment, feeling the fire rise inside him.
He knew that she would give herself to him completely, and in that moment, she was not just part of his cover—she was his.
Tim let his gaze glide over her bowed body, every line, every trembling movement she now revealed to him. He slowly walked around her, feeling the tension in the air between them, which seemed almost tangible. In this moment, he was more than just the cop on an undercover mission—he was the one in control, the one controlling every one of her reactions, and he enjoyed it.
"Stay just like that," he commanded, and he could see her hands digging deeper into the floor as if she were holding on to the power of his voice.
He walked to the side of the room where a leather riding crop hung and slowly took it in his hand. The grip felt familiar and controlled. Slowly, he returned to her, letting the tip of the crop gently glide over her back. She flinched slightly, but she remained still, her head bowed, waiting.
"You know what's coming next, don't you?" Tim's voice was quiet but firm, the authority of a man who knew he had complete control over the situation.
"Yes, Sir," came her response, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
With a smooth movement, he raised the crop and let it fall gently on her lower back, just firm enough to elicit a soft gasp from her throat. He took his time, watching how her body reacted, how she absorbed each of his subtle cues. Her back arched under the tension, her breathing quickened.
"Ten strikes," he explained calmly, "and you will count them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir," she replied again, her voice now firm, obedient, and full of submission.
With each stroke he delivered on her back, she responded with a number, her voice trembling with the sweet pain and rising excitement that surged through her body. With each impact, he noticed how she sank deeper into the role of submission, surrendering her body fully to the control he exerted over her.
As the tenth strike fell, silence filled the room, broken only by her heavy breathing. Tim let the crop fall to the ground and stepped in front of her, reaching out to lift her chin gently so he could meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark, filled with desire and complete submission.
"Well done," he said quietly as he observed her. "You did exactly what I wanted." His hand slid from her chin down her neck, and he could feel the slight tremor that ran through her body at his touch.
"Thank you, Sir," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with the satisfaction of having pleased him.
He could see how willing she was to surrender to him, and something in him craved more. More control, more of her submission. His gaze wandered over her, and in that moment, he knew that he could push the game to its limits, and she would follow him.
Tim let his hand glide over her neck, the touch firm but not unpleasant as he continued to look at her. Her eyes, still locked on him, betrayed her complete surrender—a silent promise that she was ready to follow him wherever he led.
"You obeyed well," he murmured, his voice rougher than before. "But we are not done yet."
His grip loosened from her neck, and he took a step back. "Stand up," he commanded with calm dominance.
She didn’t hesitate, slowly rising to her feet, her movements fluid but slightly shaky from the strikes. Her breath came in heavy bursts, and her body seemed to enjoy the sweet tension that radiated from him. Tim watched her stand before him—in absolute submission, but with an inner strength he found fascinating.
"Lie down on the bed, on your back," he continued, and without a word, she laid herself on the narrow bed as ordered, her hands flat at her sides.
Slowly, he approached her, taking his time to control every moment. He wanted her to feel the tension, the expectation that hung in the air, before he made the next move. As he stood over her, he let his hand glide over her chest, feeling her rapid heartbeat under his touch. She breathed in deeply as his fingers continued to glide over her body, soft but demanding.
"You will remain silent," he said quietly, his voice a mix of authority and desire. "No word, no sound unless I allow it."
Her eyes revealed her desire, but she only nodded, fully ready to obey him once again. Tim took her wrists and fastened them to the leather straps attached to the bed, carefully ensuring they were secure but not too tight. The way she gave herself to him, her body completely relaxed under his hands, ignited his own desire even more.
When her hands were securely tied, he stepped back and let his gaze slowly travel over her body. The way she lay there—submissive, vulnerable, and yet full of anticipation—made the air between them feel even thicker.
"You belong entirely to me now," he said quietly, his voice full of raw dominance. "And you will do as I say."
His gaze met hers, and he could see the fire in her eyes—the insatiable desire that filled both of them. He knew that in this moment, she would do anything for him, and it excited him deeply to know how much she trusted him, how much she was willing to let go of control.
Slowly, he leaned over her, his lips only millimeters from hers. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper, but the power in it was unmistakable.
"Yes, Sir," came her soft, obedient response, and Tim knew she meant it—with every fiber of her being.
Tim let his hand gently glide over her arms, which were bound by the leather straps, before trailing down over her body. Her skin responded to his every touch—she trembled slightly but remained silent, just as he had commanded. He could feel the tension building in her body, the quiet anticipation as she waited for what would come next.
His gaze wandered over her, and he enjoyed the sight of her complete submission. "Good," he murmured as his fingers softly glided over her chest. "You have learned to obey."
He let his hand continue down her body, lower, until it hovered just above her hips. He felt the slight tension in her body, her breath quickening. The tension in the air was palpable, and Tim knew that she would take everything he gave her. She was ready to suffer for him, ready to let herself be shaped by him—and that was a feeling that ignited a fire deep inside him.
"Do you want more?" he asked quietly, his fingers lightly brushing against her skin, testing her limits.
Her eyes met his, dark and filled with desire. "Yes, Sir," she whispered, her voice barely audible but clear in its message.
Tim smiled, satisfied, and let his hand slide lower until he felt the wetness between her legs. She was ready, and he knew it. Every movement, every touch had brought her to the edge, and he was the one who could either let her fall or keep her balanced on the razor's edge.
"Good," he said, his voice now firmer as he leaned over her. "But you won't have to beg me. You'll wait until I want it."
His words made her shudder, but she nodded obediently. She was entirely at his mercy, and there was no hesitation in her eyes, only pure trust and submission. He let his fingers glide deeper, rubbing and stroking her slowly, feeling her body move towards him, but he kept the pace slow and controlled. He wanted to let her simmer, to feel how much she needed him, but also how much control he had. His thumb lightly stroked over her clitoris, and he could feel the shiver that ran through her body at the touch. Tim teased her again, letting his thumb brush the sensitive bundle of nerves, and elicited a soft gasp from her throat.
With a quiet sigh, she pressed her head slightly into the bed as the tension in her body built, but she remained silent, just as he had commanded. Tim felt his own desire intensifying as he watched her squirm beneath him, so ready and yet so controlled.
"You belong to me," he whispered, his voice now rough with desire. "Don’t forget that."
He felt her twitch slightly beneath him, as if his words had the same effect as any touch, and the smile that played on his lips revealed that he enjoyed it just as much as she did. This was more than just a lesson in control—it was a game of power that had drawn both of them in.
Slowly, he began to increase the pressure, every movement of his fingers deliberate, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy, but never letting her fully release. He reveled in keeping her in this state—tense, full of anticipation, and most of all, under his complete control.
"I won’t let you come until I say so," he murmured, increasing the intensity of his touch just enough to coax a soft, involuntary moan from her.
Tim savored the moment when he had her completely under his power, the tension in her body, the absolute submission evident in every trembling breath. She obeyed as he had commanded—no words, no sound, patiently waiting for what he would do next. It was a feeling of power that electrified him, and he couldn’t deny that the game between them was deeper than he had initially planned.
He watched her reactions, the slight twitch of her muscles, the way she tensed when his touch slid over her most sensitive spots. Yet, he never fully let her go, keeping her on the edge of desire without giving her the release she so craved. It was a dance of dominance and control, and Tim enjoyed every second of it.
“You’re doing well,” he whispered quietly, his voice calm but with an underlying sharpness that let her know he expected much more from her. “But you will not come. Not until I say.”
She nodded obediently, although her breathing had quickened and her body was tense under his controlled, precise touches. The tension between them was so thick, it almost cut through the air. Every moment he made her wait seemed to increase her desire even further.
Tim continued with his fingers, gentle yet firm, his touches controlled and calculated, until she trembled lightly. He watched how her self-control was tested, how hard she tried to keep calm, although her body was more than ready to give in.
He could feel that she was nearing her limit, and yet, he kept her in that state—teetering on the edge of control and complete submission.
Then, when he sensed that she was at her breaking point, he let his voice glide through the room, deep and commanding: “Now, come for me.”
That was all it took. Her body arched under him as the tension finally broke, and she surrendered completely to him. A loud moan escaped her lips, and Tim watched in fascination as she shuddered, the waves of ecstasy overtaking her. Her hands, still bound by the leather straps, clenched into fists as she fought the intensity of her release, but it was futile—she was entirely his in that moment.
Tim held her tightly, guiding her through the flood of emotions, never breaking contact for even a second. As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided, he leaned back and watched her, lying exhausted but fulfilled in front of him, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“Well done,” he murmured quietly, his voice now gentle but still laced with dominance. “You obeyed me—and for that, you will be rewarded.”
He leaned forward, slowly unfastening the leather straps from her wrists and gently massaging the spots where the pressure had left slight marks. She looked up at him, her eyes glowing with the afterglow of satisfaction and exhaustion, and in that moment, it was clear she was ready to follow him again, wherever he would lead her.
Tim continued to watch her carefully as she slowly calmed down. Her breathing became more even, and she let the last remnants of the intense experience wash over her. He could feel her muscles relax under his touch as he gently rubbed her wrists, which had been bound moments earlier. There was no hesitation in her eyes, only trust and complete submission.
“Did you enjoy that?” he asked, his voice once again calm and gentle, though still carrying the dominance that had ruled their entire interaction.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered obediently, her voice soft but filled with satisfaction.
Tim couldn’t suppress a slight smile. It had been a long time since he had controlled someone so deeply and completely, and the realization of how much he enjoyed this role ignited a burning fire inside him. It wasn’t just the raw power that drove him, but the complex game between them—the fragile, dangerous bond of trust and submission that grew tighter with every moment. Her willingness to surrender so fully fascinated him in a way he could hardly put into words. It was more than just physical pleasure; it was a psychological power that intoxicated him.
“You performed well,” he murmured, his voice dark, tinged with dominance and desire. “Now, it’s time for your reward… for both of us.”
His words carried a weight that seemed to pierce through her, and she felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation flood her body. Her breath quickened slightly as she saw the command in his eyes, even before he spoke.
“Turn around,” he whispered softly, his tone a seductive promise, “onto your hands and knees.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, she obeyed. Her movement was fluid, almost automatic, as if her body had been waiting all along to serve him once more. Her knees found their place on the floor, her hands steadying her, and she lifted her hips, her back arched, presenting herself as he desired. The total submission she showed him caused his desire to rise to a new, deeper level.
"Please, Sir," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire as she pushed her hips back, pressing herself against his hardened erection. The heat of her body seemed to grow more intense with every passing second, and her need to feel him became almost unbearable.
Tim groaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment as he savored the pure satisfaction. The power he had over her and the way she completely surrendered to him drove him to the edge of his own self-control. He placed one hand on her hip, feeling her tremble under his grip, as though her body reacted to his touch alone.
"You have no idea how good you are for me," he murmured deeply, his fingers digging lightly into her skin, letting her feel there was no turning back. With his other hand, he opened his belt and slid his pants down just enough to free his cock. The tension between them, the unspoken desire, hung heavy in the air. His breath quickened as he leaned closer to her, his lips barely brushing her back as he whispered, darkly promising, "I will take you the way you deserve."
With one hard, controlled thrust, he entered her, and a keening moan escaped her. The mixture of pain and pleasure washed over her in waves, and she trembled with the intensity of the sensation. He paused for a moment, feeling the tight, hot embrace of her body, before he pulled back and thrust deep into her again. The rhythm he set was merciless but precise—he demanded everything from her, taking control of her completely.
"Tell me you need me," he commanded, his voice hoarse with dark desire and dominance.
"I... I need you," she gasped between his thrusts, her voice barely more than a whisper but carrying the undeniable truth of her submission. "I need you so much, Sir."
His smile darkened as he heard the pleading in her voice. It wasn’t just the physical pleasure that drove him—it was knowing that she was emotionally vulnerable to him, that she had given herself not just with her body, but with her soul as well. Every thrust, every movement deepened the bond between them, until she had no escape, and that was exactly what he wanted.
"Good," he murmured, satisfied, as his movements became more intense, more demanding, until she trembled beneath him, her fingernails digging into the bedding in desperation, trying to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensations.
"Never forget who you belong to," he growled, his voice filled with dark satisfaction.
Tim’s movements became even more forceful, driving her deeper into the chaos of her own lust and submission. Her breathing quickened, her body surrendering more and more to the control he exercised over her. She moaned and gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets as though she could hold on to them to keep herself from being entirely consumed by the overwhelming intensity he was creating in her.
"That’s it," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous whisper that cut through the room. "Do you feel that? That’s your reward… and your punishment."
His words hit her like an electric shock, her thoughts swirling in a whirlwind, unable to distinguish between pain and pleasure. Everything blurred into one continuous stream of sensations, driving her to the edge of madness. He kept her exactly where he wanted—on the edge of her own control, entirely dependent on him.
"Please…" she gasped, her voice shaking with both arousal and desperation. She didn’t even know what she was begging for—more or release—it was all the same to her.
"Please?" he mocked softly, his hand traveling down her back before gripping her hip roughly. "You’ll get what I give you, and you’ll love it. Is that clear?"
She nodded silently, unable to find the words, her mind consumed by him. He had her in his grasp, her soul in his fingers, and he played with her as effortlessly as a puppeteer controlled his marionette. Every fiber of her body cried out for him, every touch set her on fire.
Tim relished every moment. Her complete submission, her wordless surrender, the trembling of her body beneath his grip—it all gave him a sense of power that drove him further into the depths of his own darkness.
"Say it," he demanded suddenly, his voice soft but firm. "Say who you belong to."
She gasped, trembling beneath him, her voice barely able to form words, but she knew he expected an answer. "You," she whispered finally, her voice barely more than a breath. "I belong to you, Sir."
His smile grew darker as her words sank in. He knew that she had fully surrendered to him—not just for the moment, but in a way that went far beyond physical pleasure. She had given herself to him completely, in every way that mattered. And that was exactly what he had planned.
"You did well," he said softly, almost tenderly, as his hand moved over her back, as if he were offering her comfort. But the dark satisfaction in his eyes made it clear that there was no turning back for him. "But remember, you belong to me. Always."
His thrusts slowed, becoming more controlled, but the intensity remained. She could do nothing but let go, succumbing to the overwhelming urge to give herself entirely to him. Her body tensed beneath him as the heat inside her rose again, a burning desire that consumed her and brought her to the edge once more.
"Let go," he whispered, his voice now almost gentle, but with an undercurrent of danger. "Come for me."
Those final words were all she needed. One last moan, one final arch of her back, and she fell—fell into the sweet, all-consuming darkness of pleasure. Her body shook beneath him, waves of intense sensation washing over her as she screamed his name, giving herself to him completely, her soul, her mind, and her body.
Tim watched her with a triumphant gaze as he finally reached his own climax, deep inside her, his body pulsing with satisfaction. His hands gripped her hips tighter, and he let himself be overtaken by the power of the moment—the power she had given him.
As the final wave of ecstasy faded, he released her, letting her collapse onto the bed, exhausted and spent. Her breathing was heavy, and she felt the haze of pleasure slowly begin to clear. Yet, the feeling of dependency he had ignited in her remained.
Tim pulled his pants back up, sitting at the edge of the bed as he gently traced his fingers over her skin, as though he wanted to savor every curve and line of her body one last time. She lay before him, completely relaxed, ready to give more if he desired. But Tim knew it was enough—for the moment.
"You were perfect," he finally said, his hand resting on her hip. "I'm impressed with how completely you surrendered to me."
She gave a weak smile, her eyes still focused on him, filled with gratitude and exhaustion. "Thank you, Sir."
Slowly, Tim stood up, taking his time to organize the items in the room. He carefully put the crop aside and ensured that the leather straps were neatly stowed away. Though the lingering desire still thrummed within him, his professional focus began to return. He remembered why he was here in the first place—undercover in a club, searching for a criminal. But in those intense moments, he had almost forgotten his real mission.
"This was just the beginning," he said calmly, turning to face her, watching her relaxed body. "But remember, everything we do is based on trust. You can stop anytime you wish."
She nodded softly, her eyes clearer now as she came back to herself. "I know, Sir," she whispered. "I trust you."
A part of him felt pride that she placed this trust in him. Another part of him thought there could be more between them in the future. But now, it was time to continue his mission. He had to return to his true task.
"Rest," he ordered gently, as he made his way to the door. "I will return soon."
With those words, he left the room, his thoughts still lingering on her and the intense game they had played. But deep down, he knew this wouldn’t be the last time he would dominate her—both in the game and in reality.
The stuffy air in the cabin weighed heavily on your shoulders. It was dark, with only a faint light flickering through the narrow window while the noise of the time distortions outside echoed quietly. Y/N stood with crossed arms, leaning against the wall, trying to keep her nerves steady. Loki faced her, as always, with that smug, unbearably arrogant smile on his lips.
"And how long are we supposed to sit here?" he asked mockingly as he casually sat on the small wooden bench in the middle of the room. "I thought you had more control over the situation, Agent." His voice was honey-sweet, but every word he spoke carried a hidden intent to provoke her.
She stared at him, trying not to let him provoke her, though her pulse quickened whenever he looked at her that way. For weeks, perhaps even months, she had felt this tension between them. Something dark, forbidden, was woven into every conversation, but she had successfully refused to acknowledge it until now.
"We're waiting until the time disturbance is resolved," she answered coolly, hoping her voice didn’t betray how much his presence got under her skin. "I thought patience was a virtue for a god."
Loki chuckled softly, a deep, throaty sound that seemed to fill the room. "Patience I have, my dear. But not when there’s so much... more interesting ways to pass the time." His gaze wandered slowly over your body—not in a crude way but with a dangerously refined touch that made her catch her breath.
She felt her stomach tighten—from frustration, from desire, from a mix of both. "You'll have to get bored, Loki," she murmured, but even she knew the words sounded hollow. Every moment spent in this cabin made it harder to maintain the wall between them.
"Bored?" Loki stood, coming closer slowly. His steps were eerily quiet, yet it felt as if he filled the room with every movement. He stopped right in front of her, so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "I don't think we'll get bored that easily."
His scent—a heady mixture of leather, magic, and something unfathomable—wrapped around her like a heavy shroud. He seemed to saturate the air with his presence, and she could feel her heart pounding uncontrollably faster. Loki tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing through her as if he could effortlessly see into the most hidden corners of her mind. The heat emanating from him was palpable. How could he burn so intensely when she knew he was, in truth, a frost giant? The contradiction was as seductive as it was confusing.
"Or are you afraid?" he whispered, his voice a silky, seductive murmur that sent tingles down her nerves. "Afraid that you're not as untouched by me as you think?"
A shiver ran down her spine as goosebumps involuntarily spread across her body. Her legs pressed together slightly, almost reflexively, as her body betrayed the unspoken words in a way she couldn't control. She barely noticed how her lips parted slightly—not until she saw Loki's gaze slowly drift to her mouth. That's when she realized it, feeling caught.
Quickly, she straightened up, trying to put distance between them, though the cramped space of the cabin made it nearly impossible. "I'm not afraid, Trickster," she replied with a voice that was meant to sound more solid than it felt. The uncertainty weighed heavily in her chest, but she couldn't show it to him.
Loki laughed quietly, his mocking, dark laughter filled the room like an invisible hand wrapping around her throat—just gently enough not to be suffocating, but still dominant.
"Then why do you try to stay away from me?" Loki's voice was like a dark, velvety whisper that pierced the air between them. "Almost as if you're afraid of what I might do to you... or even more, what I could make you feel." His eyes slid shamelessly over her body as if absorbing every reaction, every tiny movement she couldn't suppress.
Involuntarily, she pressed her legs together again, a weak attempt to tame the rising heat within her. But it was futile. The arousal grew inside her, pulsing through her veins, and there was no escape. Not in this room, not in this closeness, not with him.
She swallowed hard, ignoring the lump in her throat, and tried to widen the gap between them. Her heart raced as she tried to squeeze past him, away from his presence that acted like a magnet on her. But just as she thought she could escape, his hand shot forward and closed firmly around her wrist. With a fluid movement, he pulled her against him, her back gently colliding with his chest. The heat from his body enveloped her, even though it still seemed absurd to her that the frost giant could be so blisteringly warm.
"Why don't you admit that you want me just as much as I want you?" His voice was now right in her ear, deep and vibrating, as his hand slid along her arm and gently settled on her hip. "You're so good at controlling everything, Agent... but not with me, are you?"
She could feel every contour of his chest against her back, his breath brushing her hair and tickling her skin. Her body reacted involuntarily to his proximity, the rising arousal could no longer be ignored. Her pulse was racing, and though she tried to remain calm, every nerve in her body was focused on him, like an invisible force pulling her deeper into his proximity.
"Loki..." Her own breath was shallow, and her voice was shaky as she tried to say something—anything—to regain her control. But there it was again, that overwhelming tension between them. His fingers trailed slowly down her side, just lightly enough to drive her crazy. She could feel the walls of her defense crumbling under his touch.
"Say it, Agent." His grip tightened, though not painfully. Just demanding. "Tell me you want me. Let it happen."
She bit her lip, her heartbeat so loud in her ears that it drowned out the rest of the world. Loki's breath was hot on her neck, as if every move he made was deliberately aimed at driving her further into the abyss. The way his fingers playfully stroked over her hip—gentle but full of promise—made her knees weak. She couldn't deny it—not anymore.
"Loki..." Her breath caught, and as she spoke his name, she felt her voice tremble with the arousal he evoked in her. A dangerous, self-satisfied smile crept onto his face, even though she couldn’t see him—she felt it in the way his hands rested on her body, in how his grip on her hip tightened.
"Yes?" he whispered, his lips so close to her ear that his breath grazed her, sending shivers down her spine. "Say it, or shall I show you?"
She couldn’t answer—or perhaps she didn’t want to. She was no longer sure what she was feeling, apart from this unbearable attraction that nearly brought her to her knees. Her body was already reacting uncontrollably, as if her mind was too slow to stop the flood of desire Loki had awakened in her. She felt his hands gripping her more tightly, one of them slowly sliding over her belly, leaving little space between them.
"You want it—I know you do," he whispered, his voice now deeper, raspier, almost a growl. "You're strong, Agent, but you're not strong enough to resist."
His grip on her hip loosened for a moment, only to then press her suddenly against the nearest wall. Her back hit the cool, rough surface, and the mixture of the cold wall and the heat of his body standing right in front of her was overwhelming. Loki stood so close that she could feel his breath on her lips as his eyes bore into hers, as if he wanted to pull out every hidden thought, every reluctant desire.
"Say it," he demanded once again, this time with more urgency. His hand now rested directly on her thigh, and she could feel the heat seeping through the fabric of her clothes. "Tell me you want me."
Her mind screamed against it, forbidding her to admit what had long become obvious, but her body had already made the decision. Her lips parted before she could think, and she whispered, almost reluctantly, "I... want you."
A triumphant spark flashed in Loki’s eyes as he heard her say it, as if he had been waiting for this moment all along. "I thought so," he murmured, his voice a dangerous, silky purr as he leaned in slowly. His lips brushed hers gently, almost provocatively, and it was enough to break the last of her control.
The world around her disappeared as he deepened the kiss, demanding and hungry, as if he wanted to release the weeks of unspoken desire in this moment. His hands explored her body with an intensity, an almost possessive passion, and she felt herself letting go of everything—every doubt, every resistance.
Loki lifted her effortlessly, her legs instantly wrapping around his hips as if they were made to hold him tightly. The moment his hard erection pressed against her center, she gasped for breath. A deep, hot pull spread through her lower abdomen as the desire washed over her like a wave. The heat between her legs grew more intense, and she could feel the moist tingling spreading through her body.
A quiet, uncontrolled moan escaped her throat, barely audible but unmistakable. Her hips moved slightly, seeking more of the seductive friction that grew stronger with every movement. Loki held her tightly, his fingers digging lightly into her hips as he pulled her closer to him, so tightly that she could feel every contour of his erection against her sensitive center.
"You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his voice deep and laced with self-satisfied darkness. His lips hovered just millimeters from hers, while his eyes locked onto her with untamed intensity. He could feel her wetness, barely hidden by the thin layers of fabric, and a dangerous smile played on his lips as he pressed her body against his.
Her breath became shallow as he pressed even closer, the hardness of his erection unyielding against her heat. The friction was unbearably sweet, each movement making her tremble more, and she couldn’t stop her hips from moving toward him, seeking, yearning. Her entire body was a burning tension that could only be released by him.
"Tell me what you want," Loki whispered in a rough, soft voice that hung in the air like a dark promise. His lips slowly glided from hers down to her neck, where he teased her skin with gentle yet deliberate kisses. Each of his kisses left a slight burning sensation on her skin, and when he gently sank his teeth into her neck, an inevitable moan escaped her lips. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly as her head tilted slightly to the side, giving him more space to mark her, to completely possess her.
"Loki..." Her whisper was barely a breath, her voice broken by desire. She could hardly think clearly as his tongue gently traced over the sensitive spot he had just marked with a kiss. Her body reacted as if in a trance, the hunger for him, for what he could give her, burned inside her like a fire consuming her from within.
"You... deep inside me..." Her words came out quietly, hoarse, and full of need. It wasn’t a request, but an undeniable need that she could no longer suppress. The inhibitions that had held her back at the beginning were long gone, like smoke in the wind. She pressed her hips against him, rubbing against his groin and feeling the hard pulse of his erection against her center, hot and demanding. Another shiver ran through her, her nerves on fire as she pressed closer to him, her body burning for more.
She didn’t know what had come over her, as if something dark and unexpected had awakened inside her—something only he could unleash. But she didn’t care. She needed him now, right here. The lust he had ignited in her was overwhelming, every touch from him electrified her. Her thoughts blurred as her body responded uncontrollably to the tension that grew stronger with each movement.
Loki sensed the change in her, saw how her gaze darkened, her eyes half-closed as her hips pressed further against him. A deep, satisfied smile spread across his face as he pulled her even closer. "You can have that, Agent..." His breath was hot on her neck, and his hands slid demandingly over her back, holding her in place as his hips shifted forward slightly, giving her a taste of what was to come.
Her body trembled under his touch, every nerve on edge as her longing turned into a burning desire that could only be satisfied by his full attention.
Loki held her firmly, his hands gliding over her back as if he were completing the art of a masterpiece. With one fluid motion, he let her slide back onto her feet, though he kept her body close to his, his lips still near her neck. Every breath he took seemed to make her skin tingle. With a quick, practiced motion, he loosened the clasp of her clothing, and the fabric slipped effortlessly from her shoulders.
Her skin tingled as the cool air of the room touched her, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from Loki's hands. He observed her as if he were soaking in every movement, every breath. "Let me see..." he murmured, his voice deep and filled with pure, undisguised desire.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to remove his armor and the rest of her own clothing. But her impatience grew, and her hands became more restless, more demanding. Loki noticed, a mocking, almost dangerous smile spreading across his lips before he gently but firmly grabbed her wrists.
"Slowly, my dear," he murmured, as if he controlled time itself. "We have all the time in the world."
Yet those words didn’t match the way his hands moved with increasing urgency. He pushed the fabric from her shoulders, letting it glide down her arms and over her body until it fell to the floor, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her bare skin. His gaze traveled slowly over her body, and she could see the fire in his eyes, which made her almost burn under the intensity of his attention.
Her own hands trembled with desire as she finally began to remove his clothing. Layer by layer fell away from him until he too stood, clad only in the dark aura of power that always surrounded him. His body, firm and perfect, pressed against hers, his hardness painfully evident.
For a moment, they paused, both feeling the tension vibrating between them, almost tangible in the air. Her fingers gently traced over his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his skin, and a soft moan escaped her lips as he pressed her once again against the wall. The rough coldness of the stone contrasted sharply with the heat of his body, which was firmly against hers.
With one smooth motion, he spread her legs apart and lifted her again, her bare thighs wrapping once more around his hips. This time, there was nothing between them—no barrier, no clothing. She could feel every pulsing movement, every nuance of his arousal as it pressed demandingly against her center. A sharp gasp escaped her lips, and her fingernails lightly dug into his shoulders as her body unrelentingly craved more.
"Loki..." She breathed his name like a plea, her voice trembling with desire. Her hips moved almost instinctively against him, the heat between her legs growing uncontrollably, and she felt the wetness overwhelm her.
"Say it again," he murmured, his lips barely brushing her skin while his hands gripped her hips, pulling her tighter against him. His breath was hot and uneven, and she could feel how his own self-control was slowly slipping.
"I want you," she whispered, her words escaping before she even knew she was speaking. Her entire body yearned to feel his hardness inside her, to have him so deep within her that there was no separation between them. She could no longer bear the tension, the pulling in her lower abdomen, which had turned into pure, unbridled lust.
Loki growled softly, his grip on her hips tightening, becoming more demanding. He straightened up, and in one smooth, fluid motion, he entered her deeply, his hardness filling her completely. A loud moan escaped her as the wave of ecstasy hit her, and her head fell back as she surrendered herself entirely to him.
Loki held her firmly in his grip, his hands on her hips as he pulled her even closer to him. His hardness was deep within her, filling her to the edges of her perception, and she could feel every single muscle in her body reacting to the unbearable tension. He paused for a moment, letting her feel the pressure, the depth of his penetration, before he began to move in slow, controlled motions, pulling out of her only to thrust back in with unrelenting force.
A sharp gasp left her lips, her body trembling with lust as he pressed her tightly against him. His thrusts were deep and steady, but he controlled every movement with a dominance that overwhelmed her. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, and she knew he was restraining his strength, but still demanding. Her legs trembled around his hips, her nails scratching over his shoulders as she held onto him, her senses lost in the flood of desire and ecstasy he unleashed in her.
"You belong to me," Loki murmured, his voice hoarse as he thrust deep into her again. His breath was hot in her ear, his lips just millimeters from her neck as he continued to push her further against the wall—physically and mentally. "Say it."
Her lips parted, but all that escaped was a quiet moan, her thoughts too jumbled to form clear words. But that only seemed to spur him on. He thrust harder into her, his pace quickening, each thrust bringing her closer to the brink of madness. "Say it," he repeated, this time more demanding, his voice now darker, filled with his own desire.
"I..." Her voice broke as another thrust took her breath away. The intensity with which he moved inside her made her thoughts blur, and all she could feel was his hardness, the heat of his body, and the overwhelming waves of pleasure rising within her. "I belong to you," she finally gasped, her words filled with devotion and desire.
A triumphant smile flickered on his lips, and he immediately rewarded her with another deep, painfully sweet thrust that nearly made her cry out in ecstasy. "Good," he murmured, his voice now darker, deeper, almost a growl. "You will be mine—completely."
His grip on her hips tightened, almost possessively, as he continued to thrust into her, his movements hard and dominant, as if he wasn’t just claiming her body, but also her mind. Her senses blurred under the intensity of his dominance, each thrust causing her control to crumble further until she was nothing more than a puppet in his hands, completely surrendered yet craving more.
"Loki..." She called his name, her voice trembling as she fought against the overwhelming force of his thrusts, but her body yielded more and more to him, a burning desire growing deep within her, a fire only he could extinguish.
The intensity of Loki's thrusts increased, and with each insistent push, her senses lit up, while she drifted deeper into a heady ecstasy. Her thoughts became more clouded, and all that mattered was the rhythm of his body, the seductive play of his movements, which unrelentingly pulled her closer to the edge of desire.
"That’s it, my dear," he growled, his voice a seductive snarl. "Let go and give yourself to me." His words were like magic, drawing her deeper into the intoxicating sensation. She felt her body respond to every movement of his, every touch, every thrust that resonated deeply within her, igniting a burning desire in her core.
The heat in her abdomen grew overwhelming, and she couldn’t ignore the building pressure any longer. Her body was consumed by the fiery need rising within her, fueled by Loki's unceasing rhythm. She pressed herself against him, her legs wrapped tightly around his hips as she sought to maximize the intensity of his thrusts, craving the impending wave of pleasure that was about to erupt within her.
"Loki… I… I can’t…," she gasped, her voice filled with both desire and desperation. The pressure in her stomach became unbearable, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body, and the next wave seemed ready to overwhelm her.
"Come for me," he commanded, his voice deep and demanding, and that was the trigger she needed. With one final deep thrust, she felt the world around her disappear. The climax hit her like a massive tsunami—a rush of pure pleasure flooding her body.
A loud moan escaped her lips as the waves of ecstasy gripped her and sent her soaring. Her body tensed, shook, and arched against him as she gave in to the moment completely. "Loki!" she screamed as the orgasm overwhelmed her, plunging her into indescribable depths of pleasure.
He felt her tightening around him, her body clenching, pulling him deeper into the flood of desire. "Yes, just like that…" he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction as he remained buried deep within her, synchronizing his rhythm with the waves of her orgasm.
He was consumed by the knowledge that he had driven her to the edge, that she had surrendered herself fully in this moment of pure pleasure. That arousal, the feeling of complete control, and the intensity they shared brought him close to his own peak.
With each deep thrust that pushed her further into a state of ecstasy, he felt the waves of lust begin to overtake him as well. Her body trembled beneath him, her movements becoming more erratic.
Loki felt his climax building as she spurred him on with her desire. Her cries and moans were like music to his ears. The waves of pleasure she had just experienced seemed to transfer to him, and with one final, deep thrust that brought them both to the edge of their control, he tumbled over the brink.
"Yes, just like that..." he muttered as he climaxed, letting out a desperate, intoxicated groan as the ecstasy flooded his body like fireworks. He felt her tighten around him, she pressed herself against him as if she wanted to hold onto him forever as their bodies united in one final, intense moment of shared pleasure.
As the waves of desire subsided, Loki gently let her slide back to the floor, still holding her close. Her breath was ragged, and she closed her eyes as she basked in the afterglow of their intense experience. But as she lingered in the fleeting happiness of the moment, she didn’t notice Loki watching her—his gaze filled with satisfaction and power.
"You were perfect," he whispered, and there was an undertone in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. She opened her eyes and saw how he stared at her as if she were a prized possession he had just added to his collection.
"I…" she began, but her words trailed off into nothing as she struggled to gather her thoughts, which were spinning in her head. It was a confusing mix of fulfillment and uncertainty, and she didn’t know how to face him.
"You’ve given me exactly what I wanted," he said, and his smile was mischievous, almost challenging. "But how much can you really trust me?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, the lump in her throat making it hard to continue speaking. Something in his tone made an uneasy feeling rise in her stomach. "You… You’re responsible for this."
His smile didn’t fade as he spoke. "You’re now part of my game, and I will own you in my own way for as long as I want."
Shock shot through her, and her thoughts swirled chaotically. She was still aware of the intensity of her arousal, of the passion they had just shared, and the idea that he had controlled all of it made her chest feel heavy.
"You’re not just another adventure for me," he added, his voice now deeper, more penetrating. "You’re part of something greater, and I won’t let you go so easily."
His words pierced her heart like a cold wind. She wanted to turn away, to flee from this web of manipulation, but a part of her was still trapped in the overwhelming desire he had unleashed in her.
"There’s no escape from this game, Y/N. You’re already a part of it," he murmured, his eyes glowing with conviction and power.
The reality of his words sank in, and as she tried to clear her thoughts, she knew deep down that what had happened between them wasn’t just a one-time event. Loki wasn’t an ordinary man; he was a god, and the manipulation he had exerted over her was just the beginning of a game she couldn’t win.
The darkness of his words enveloped her, and in that moment, she realized that she was caught in a game where Loki alone made the rules.
The cries of a baby filled the room. Namor and Shuri, visibly exhausted, looked at the small figure held by Namora. Both sighed with relief as they gently placed their daughter in their arms. Namor reached out and stroked her head, leaning in to kiss her small forehead tenderly. "Welcome to the world, Fen Ramonda," he whispered lovingly. Shuri looked at him softly, tears in her eyes, visibly moved by it all.
"Princess Fen Ramonda of Wakanda and Talokan," she said gently, then looked at her husband.
Namor nodded with a proud smile. "She is the best of both worlds," he murmured. The warmth in his gaze was mirrored in his wife’s eyes. He lifted his head and looked deeply into Shuri’s eyes. "You have shown incredible strength," he said quietly.
Shuri shook her head gently and placed her hand on his. "We did this together," she replied with a gentle smile. "Our daughter is a symbol of our unity, our love."
"A symbol of our love," Namor finally said, gently stroking Fen Ramonda’s cheek. "The future begins now."
The couple looked at each other and shared a tender kiss. No one could say if Namor would ever remember all that had happened between them, but it no longer mattered what had been, only the future and what was to come. Both would do everything to ensure their little daughter had a better life, away from the two kingdoms. It should be her choice whether she wanted to be queen or live a normal life.
A few years passed, and Fen Ramonda grew into a lively and curious child. Her days were filled with adventures in the majestic depths of Talokan and the green expanses of Wakanda. However, Namor and Shuri had decided to raise their family away from the two kingdoms, in a quiet coastal village where life was simple and peaceful.
One sunny afternoon, Namor, Shuri, and Fen Ramonda played on the beach surrounding their new home. The waves lapped gently, and the wind carried the salty scent of the sea. Fen laughed heartily as she played in the sand, building castles soon washed away by the waves.
"Daddy, look at my castle!" she called out joyfully, proudly pointing at her creation.
Namor smiled and knelt beside her to admire the castle. "It’s beautiful, Fen. You are truly talented."
Shuri sat next to them, watching the playful interaction between father and daughter with a warm smile. Her hands brushed through the sand, and she felt completely happy in that moment.
Suddenly, the peaceful idyll was shattered. From the waves emerged Attuma and Namora, their faces serious and concerned. Almost simultaneously, the royal jet from Wakanda appeared in the sky, landing gracefully and releasing M’Baku and Okoye. Both strode quickly toward Namor and Shuri.
"Namor, Shuri," began M’Baku, his voice full of urgency. "We need the help of K'uk'ul'kan. A threat is rising that endangers both Talokan and Wakanda."
Namor stood up, his eyes narrowing as he assumed a determined stance. "What happened?"
Okoye stepped forward and spoke in a serious tone. "An ancient power has awakened. It threatens not just our two kingdoms, but the entire world. We must act immediately."
Shuri, who had protectively pulled Fen Ramonda close, nodded resolutely. "Then we must not waste any time. Let’s discuss what needs to be done."
Fen, who had been watching the conversation with wide eyes, asked quietly, "Mama, what’s happening?"
Shuri bent down to her daughter and gently stroked her hair. "It’s something very important, my dear. But don’t worry, Mama and Papa will do everything to protect us."
With one last look at their daughter, who was soon entrusted to the care of their royal guardians, Namor and Shuri stepped forward resolutely. The decision to live away from Talokan and Wakanda had given them many peaceful years. But now, as the world needed its heroes again, they were ready to take up their responsibilities once more. The future was uncertain, but together they would fight against any threat to make the world safer for their daughter.
Shuri sleepily opened her eyes and smiled weakly. Her husband still didn't remember, much to her chagrin, but he felt the bond and that meant a lot to her. It gave the pregnant woman hope that her husband was still in there somewhere. The princess stretched her body before carefully and laboriously sitting up in the small bed she had placed in Namor's hospital room. She didn't want to leave him after she got him back, but he was still healing, so he stayed there. Anything was better than feeling the distance again. Her eyes wandered around the room to his bed, but was startled to find it empty. "Griot, where is my husband?" she asked, standing up. Did he just leave like that after saying they were going to do this together? Her hormones flooded her and her eyes filled with tears.
"He's on the balcony," the artificial intelligence said in response. Shuri immediately felt relief and went there, however, the young woman stopped before she could even reach the door.
"Since when has he been there?" she breathed softly.
"Since you fell asleep," Griot said. She swallowed and closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, she stepped outside. Her eyes found him directly: sitting on the grounds that fenced the balcony, staring off into the distance. Cautiously, she stepped up to him and raised her hand to touch him, but stopped herself in her tracks.
"There is something unique and incredibly breathtaking about the sunrises in Wakanda," the God King then said, but did not look at her. Shuri stepped up beside her husband and took a deep breath of the morning air.
"Yes, they do," she agreed quietly, but looked to Namor, "You've been here all night. Why?"
"I needed to think."
"About us?" she asked, placing her hand on her stomach.
"Yes," he agreed, making her heart tighten, "When you look at me, you have memories of a broken man who lived and did a thousand things to protect his people, but I doubt he could truly be himself. Five hundred years changes one and makes one an empty shell." Shuri closed her eyes at his words, which had some truth to them.
"You agreed not to leave me and our daughter alone anymore," she breathed softly and dejectedly. Shuri closed her eyes again and turned her head away. It all seemed to be going so well yesterday and now they were back to square one. Suddenly, however, she felt his hand on her cheek
"Look at me," he asked her in a gentle tone. Carefully she did and looked into his brown eyes. "I want to find out who I am, but with you."
"What do you mean?"
"Walk away with me," her husband said, making her take a deep breath. What did he mean?
"What about Talokan? Or Wakanda?" When a smile appeared on his lips, she only became more confused.
"You are the Black Panther, the protector of Wakanda, and I am K'uk'ulkan, the feathered serpent god. I have ruled for more than five hundred years. It is time for a new ruler, or rather two: Attuma and Namora. My most loyal warriors."
"For someone who has no memories left, you know quite a lot," she breathed softly and Ch'ah shrugged his shoulders.
"I've contacted them and had Griot fill me in as well."
"And what's your plan going forward? What if they are attacked?" asked Shuri, nervously stroking her belly.
"Then we'll be there," Namor said, placing his hand over hers on her stomach, "But our child should grow up without the pressure. Don't you think? Should our daughter desire to become queen when she is old enough. Can she return to her rightful place" His words made her think of T'Challa, as it was exactly what he had wanted for his son. Still, she was doubtful because her Namor would never have acted that way. The chances of him remembering, however, were less than ten percent, and the time off would do him good until he might.
"Okay," she said softly, standing on her tiptoes to gently brush her lips against his as her fingers stroked through his black hair. Her husband returned the kiss gently. When they broke off the kiss, she leaned her forehead against his. "We will return when we are needed."
It was another busy evening at the station. The air was filled with the hum of animated conversations, the clicking of computer keys, and the occasional laughter of officers enjoying a break from their demanding duties. Y/N stood by the coffee machine, chatting with two of her colleagues who were entertaining her with charming small talk.
Sergeant Tim Bradford watched the scene from a distance, his eyes narrowing as he noticed how close the two colleagues were getting to her and how much Y/N seemed to be enjoying it. An uncomfortable feeling spread through his chest as he saw one of the cops touch her hand while laughing.
"Hey, Y/N, are you coming to Joe's with us tonight?" one of the colleagues asked, a smile on his lips that drove Tim to the edge.
Before she could respond, Tim was there. "Y/N, I need you in my office," he said with a cold look that brooked no argument.
Y/N looked surprised but nodded and followed him without another word to her colleagues. When she arrived at Tim's office and closed the door behind her, she could feel the tension in the air.
"What's going on, Tim?" she asked, her eyes searching his.
He said nothing, striding directly to her, his presence overwhelming and possessive. "I don't like it when other men look at you like that," he growled, his hands grabbing her hips firmly and pulling her against his body.
Y/N's heartbeat quickened, and a tingle of excitement spread through her body. "Are we jealous?" she teased, a challenging smile on her lips.
Tim growled softly before sealing her lips with a hard, demanding kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, possessive and insistent, as if to show her that she belonged to him. Y/N gasped against his mouth, her hands gripping his uniform as she surrendered to his kiss.
"You belong to me," Tim murmured against her lips, his hands moving down to open her pants and pull them down with a quick, practiced motion. He knelt before her, looking her directly in the eyes before pushing up her shirt and pressing his lips to her stomach.
Y/N's breath quickened as he gently kissed and licked her skin. His hands pushed her legs apart, and he gently moved her underwear aside, revealing her wet heat.
"Tim," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he moved closer to her.
"Shh," he murmured before lowering his head and letting his tongue slide over her most sensitive spot. A sharp intake of breath escaped her as he licked her with a gentle but firm pressure.
His tongue circled her clitoris before taking it gently into his mouth and sucking lightly. Y/N's knees went weak, her hands clutching his uniform tighter as waves of pleasure shot through her body.
"Feel that?" he murmured between strokes of his tongue, his voice deep and resonant. "That's just for me. No one else will taste you like this."
Y/N could only moan as his tongue delved deeper into her, his movements becoming faster and more intense. Each stroke of his tongue brought her closer to the edge, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Tim, please," she begged, her voice trembling with desire.
He pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with possession. "Tell me you belong to me," he demanded, his voice a rough whisper.
"I belong to you," Y/N whispered, her hands clawing at his shoulders as his tongue found her clitoris again, driving her to ecstasy with precise pressure.
Tim intensified his movements, his tongue working relentlessly on her most sensitive spot. "This is just the beginning," he murmured before diving back into her sweetness, his tongue driving her mad with pleasure.
Y/N's body trembled as the climax overtook her. Her cries of pleasure filled the room as she lost herself in an explosive orgasm, her muscles contracting around Tim's tongue.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Tim slowly let her go, standing up and pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss. "Never forget this," he murmured against her lips, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You belong to me, Y/N."
"I won't forget, Tim," she said softly before kissing him again, this time gentler but with the same intensity and devotion.
But Tim wasn't done yet. "Turn around," he commanded, and Y/N obeyed, her breath quickening once more.
With a swift, practiced motion, he undid his belt and pulled down his pants. His erection pressed firmly against her wet entrance. He placed a hand on her back and gently pushed her forward until she was leaning on his desk with her hands.
"Do you feel that?" he murmured as he pressed the tip of his hard cock against her opening. "That's just for me."
Y/N could only nod, her voice lost in a sea of lust and desire. "Yes, only for you," she moaned, her hands clawing at the desk.
With a deep, demanding thrust, Tim entered her. A gasping breath escaped Y/N as he filled her completely. His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he claimed her as his own.
He pulled out almost entirely, only to thrust back in with full force. Each thrust was hard and demanding, his movements determined and purposeful. Y/N could feel the raw power and unbridled lust in each of his thrusts as he drove deeper and deeper into her.
"You're so tight," Tim growled, his voice hoarse with arousal. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?"
Y/N could only moan as he pounded into her, her body tightening around him as she reveled in the overwhelming sensation. "Yes, oh God, yes," she moaned, her nails scraping against the desk.
Tim tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers pressing deep into her soft flesh as he maintained his rhythm. With each thrust, he hit her sweetest spot, an animalistic growl escaping his throat at the intense feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him.
His movements grew faster and harder, each thrust bringing them both closer to the brink of ecstasy. "You belong to me," he murmured, his eyes blazing with desire. "Say it."
"I belong to you," Y/N whispered, her voice breaking with desire and devotion. Her body trembled under the onslaught of feelings his demanding thrusts stirred within her.
As Tim felt Y/N's muscles contract around him, her arousal overwhelming her, he intensified his thrusts, driving her unrelentingly toward the peak. With each movement, he plunged deeper into her, his cock filling her completely as he gripped her ass tightly.
His hand rose again and came down with a loud smack on her heated rear. Y/N gasped in surprise, a sharp pain coursing through her followed by a rush of pleasure that washed over her. Her skin burned where Tim's handprint remained, but she craved more.
Tim let his lust take control, his movements growing harder and faster as he alternated between spanking her ass and pounding into her. Each slap sent Y/N's body into convulsions, her arousal igniting into a wild fire that consumed them both.
The combination of pain and pleasure pushed them both over the edge, as Tim continued to spank her and thrust deeply into her. Her cries of pleasure mingled with the slapping of his hand on her skin, a symphony of passion that filled the room.
Finally, they could no longer withstand the storm of emotions. One last, powerful slap on her ass sent Y/N over the edge, her muscles spasming around Tim's cock as she lost herself in an indescribable orgasm. Simultaneously, Tim released with a final, forceful thrust deep inside her, a deep, satisfied grunt escaping his throat as he held her tightly, their bodies united in a moment of indescribable intimacy.
He collapsed against her, his hands still firmly on her hips. Y/N could feel his chest rising and falling, his breath hot on her neck.
"That was incredible," she panted, her body still trembling from the intense sensations that had coursed through her.
Tim lifted his head, kissed her gently on the neck, and murmured, "You belong to me, Y/N. No one will ever have you like I do."
Y/N turned her head, looking into his eyes and smiling softly. "And I don't want anyone else, Tim. Just you."
With a final kiss on her neck, he slowly pulled away, helping her to dress and making sure she felt comfortable.
"Let's get back to the others before someone gets suspicious," he finally said, a gentle smile on his lips.
Y/N nodded, straightening her clothes and her hair. "But Tim," she said softly before opening the door, "don't forget that I belong to you."
"I'll never forget," he replied, his eyes shining possessively and lovingly.
They left the office and returned to their colleagues, who suspected nothing, while Tim and Y/N shared a silent promise that bound them together forever.
It was a hot afternoon at the police academy, and the sun beat down mercilessly on the grounds. Sergeant Tim Bradford was known for his strictness and discipline. No cadet dared to question his instructions—except Y/N. Since her first day at the academy, she had proven to be rebellious and unconventional, which both intrigued and frustrated Tim.
After an especially exhausting class in which Y/N once again tested the boundaries, Tim called her over. "Y/N, stay here after class," he said coolly and matter-of-factly.
Y/N nodded, although her eyes sparkled with defiance and curiosity. As the other cadets left the room, she remained seated, her posture challenging.
Tim waited until the door closed and they were alone. "I've had enough of your disrespectful behavior," he began, his voice firm and unyielding. "You seem not to understand what it means to be here."
Y/N leaned back, a small smile playing on her lips. "Maybe it just takes a special teacher to teach me."
Tim closed the distance between them in a few steps, his gaze piercing. "Maybe you need a lesson you won't soon forget."
Y/N raised an eyebrow. "And how do you plan to do that, Sergeant?"
Tim grabbed her arm and abruptly pulled her up from her chair, pressing her back against the wall. "By teaching you discipline," he growled, his breath hot against her neck.
Y/N's heart raced, but she didn't resist. Instead, she looked into his eyes, her own arousal and challenge mirrored in them. "Then show me what you've got," she whispered, her voice full of anticipation.
Tim released her arms and pulled her closer, his hands firmly on her hips. "Turn around," he commanded, and Y/N obeyed, her breath quickening. With a swift, practiced motion, he lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear, letting it fall to the floor.
His hand glided over her bare ass, his touch gentle yet possessive. "Have you ever thought about what happens when you break the rules?" he asked quietly, his voice a deep, dangerous whisper.
Before she could answer, he swung his hand and smacked her ass hard. A sharp crack echoed through the room, followed by a sharp, burning pain that quickly turned into a tingling sensation.
Y/N gasped, the unexpected slap making her skin glow. "Oh," she breathed, a mix of pain and pleasure coursing through her. Her fingers dug into the wall in front of her as she savored the burning sensation.
Tim watched her, his eyes dark and intense. "This is just the beginning," he murmured before striking again, his palm colliding with her soft skin in a heavy blow.
Y/N moaned softly, the repeated contact of Tim's hand with her ass intensifying the burning sensation and making her skin tingle. Each slap was strong and precisely measured, enough to push her to her limits without crossing them.
"What do you have to say?" Tim demanded, his voice deep and penetrating as he rested his hand on her heated skin before striking again.
"I'm sorry," Y/N panted, her voice trembling with arousal. "I'll behave."
Tim snorted softly, his fingers digging into her hips as he leaned in and whispered close to her ear. "We'll see about that."
Without warning, he thrust deep into her with a powerful stroke. Y/N's body tensed as he filled her completely, and a loud, gasping breath escaped her.
Tim pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back into her with full force. Each thrust was hard and demanding, his movements determined and precise. Y/N could feel the raw power and unrestrained lust in every one of his thrusts as he pushed deeper and deeper into her.
"You're so tight," Tim growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Do you feel how deep I am inside you?"
Y/N could only nod, her words lost in a sea of lust and desire. "Yes, oh God, yes," she moaned, her hands clawing at the wall in front of her, her nails scraping against the rough surface.
Tim tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers pressing deep into her soft flesh as he maintained his rhythm. With each thrust, he hit her sweetest spot, an animalistic growl escaping his throat at the intense sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him.
His movements became faster and harder, each thrust bringing them both closer to the edge of ecstasy. "You belong to me," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Say it."
"I belong to you," Y/N whispered, her voice cracking with lust and devotion. Her body trembled under the onslaught of feelings his demanding thrusts elicited in her.
As Tim felt Y/N's muscles tighten around him, her pleasure overwhelming her, he intensified his thrusts, driving them both inexorably toward climax. With each movement, he pushed deeper into her, his cock filling her completely as he clung tightly to her ass.
His hand rose again and landed with a loud smack on her heated ass. Y/N gasped in surprise, a sharp pain shooting through her, followed by an intoxicating wave of pleasure that washed over her. Her skin burned where Tim's handprint remained, but she craved more.
Tim gave in to his lust, his movements becoming harder and faster as he alternated between spanking her ass and thrusting deep into her. Each slap made Y/N's body shudder, her desire igniting into a wild fire that consumed them both.
The interplay of pain and pleasure drove them both over the edge as Tim continued to spank her and thrust deep into her. Her cries of pleasure mingled with the sound of his hand slapping her skin, a symphony of passion that filled the room.
Finally, neither of them could withstand the storm of emotions any longer. One final, powerful slap on her ass sent Y/N over the edge, her muscles contracting around Tim's cock as she lost herself in an indescribable orgasm. At the same time, Tim released deep inside her with one last powerful thrust, a deep, satisfied grunt escaping his throat as he held her tight and their bodies united in a moment of indescribable intimacy.
