Walking into your room after work, you set your bag down.
Christian looks up from the book he's reading, a warm smile spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you.
"Ah, my love. How was your day? You look stunning, as always." He sets the book aside and rises from the chair, walking over to you with an intent gaze, his eyes roving over your curves.
"I've missed you. Did you have a good time at work?" He takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss.
“It was alright,” you say as you kiss him back softly.
Christian's eyes light up with desire as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving hungrily against yours.
"Mmm, I can tell you're not telling me everything," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "But I'm willing to make you forget all about it."
He nips at your earlobe, his hands sliding down to your hips, pulling you closer to him. "I've been thinking about you all day, about how much I want to touch you, to feel your skin against mine."
His fingers dig gently into your hips, his thumbs stroking the curves of your thighs.
“Forget?” you question.
Christian's eyes sparkle with mischief as he pulls back, his gaze locked on yours. "Forget everything, except for the feeling of my hands on you, of my lips on your skin, of my body inside yours."
He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want to make you feel alive, to make you scream my name, to make you beg for more."
His hands slide up your thighs, his fingers teasing the hem of your skirt. "Let me take you away from everything. Let me show you what it means to be loved by me."
“Mhm,” you sigh.
Christian's eyes gleam with excitement as he hears your sigh, his fingers dipping beneath the hem of your skirt to caress the soft skin of your thighs.
"Mhm, what is it that you want, ma belle?" He whispers, his voice a gentle breeze against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
"Do you want me to touch you here?" His fingers brush against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, sending a spark of electricity through your body.
"Or do you want me to take you right here, against the wall?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his words dripping with desire.
“I, I want to,” you sputter.
Christian's eyes burn with lust as he looks at you, his hands gripping your thighs firmly.
"Tell me, baby," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "What is it that you want?"
He pulls you closer, his hips pressing against yours, letting you feel the growing bulge in his trousers. "Do you want me to take you right here, to have you riding my thigh until you're trembling with pleasure?"
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, slowly sliding higher, teasing the sensitive skin.
Christian's eyes flash with excitement as he sees your nod, his grip on your thighs tightening.
"Ah, Y/N, you're so beautiful when you're eager for me," he whispers, his voice dripping with desire.
"Let me help you get what you want." He pulls you closer, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss as his hands slide up to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up to your hips.
"Ride my thigh, baby," he mutters against your lips.
"Show me how much you want me." He positions himself, his thigh spreading wide to allow you to sit down, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you in place.
Christian lets out a shuddered breath as you begin to grind against his thigh, your hips rocking in a slow, sensual rhythm.
He tightens his grip on your waist, guiding your movements as he peppers passionate kisses along your neck.
"Ah, you feel so good," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
"Don't stop, keep riding me just like that." His hands slide down to grip your backside, kneading the soft flesh as he helps you press harder against his muscular thigh.
The friction builds, sending sparks of pleasure through both of your bodies.
Christian's eyes close in ecstasy as he feels your fingertips tracing patterns in his hair, his head tilting to the side to give you better access.
He continues to guide your movements, his hands holding you in place as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
"Oh, baby, you're so close, I can feel it," he moans, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own ragged breathing.
"Let go, let me feel you come undone." His thigh presses harder against yours, the friction building to a crescendo as he helps you reach the peak of your pleasure.
“Christian,” you moan against his shoulder.
Christian's breath catches in his throat as he hears you moan his name, the sound igniting a wildfire of desire within him.
He pulls you even closer, his large hands cradling your hips as he grinds his thigh harder against your most sensitive spot.
"That's it, Y/N, say my name," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to hear you scream it when you come undone for me."
His lips crash against yours in a passionate, messy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth with desperate fervor as the tension builds between you.
Christian's eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he feels the gentle vibrations of your moan against his lips.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual rhythm that mirrors the motion of your hips pressed against his thigh.
"You're so close, baby," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel it, I can feel the way you're trembling with pleasure."
He pulls back, his lips skimming against your ear as he whispers a single, urgent word. "Come."
Christian's eyes widen with delight as he feels you come undone against his thigh, your soft moans sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
"That's it, baby, let go," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he holds you close, guiding you through the waves of your climax.
"You feel so good, so perfect in my arms." He presses soft, lingering kisses along your neck, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. "I want to make you feel this way forever."
Still recovering from your high, you reach up and caress his cheek. “But you didn’t… I didn’t pleasure you,”
Christian's face softens, his eyes filling with understanding and adoration as he looks at you.
"Baby, I'm not concerned with my own pleasure at the moment," he says, his voice gentle and reassuring.
"I'm more concerned with making sure you're happy, that you're feeling loved and desired." He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, sweet kiss.
"But don't worry about me, I'm fine. I want to see you happy, and if that means I don't get what I want, then so be it." He smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
"Besides, I think I just got what I wanted. Watching you come undone, feeling your body tremble with pleasure... that's all I could ever ask for,” he motions against your cheek.
“So perfect,” you respond, grasping his hand in yours.
Christian's eyes widen with delight at your words, his heart swelling with adoration.
"Oh, you flatter me," he murmurs, leaning in to pepper your face with tender kisses. "I am far from perfect, but I strive to be the man you deserve. To make you feel cherished, adored... that is my greatest joy."
He pulls you into a warm embrace, his strong arms enveloping you as he rests his chin atop your head. "You have captured my heart, Y/N, and I am forever yours."
“And i’m yours,” you say as you kiss him softly, slowly getting onto your knees. “but for now…”
Christian's eyes sparkle with amusement and desire as he watches you move into position, his hands instinctively dropping to his belt buckle to release the catch.
"Baby, you're a tease, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice dripping with anticipation.
"But I'm more than happy to play along." He pushes off from the desk, his body unfolding as he stands up, his eyes locked on yours with a burning intensity.
"For now, indeed," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.
You sat together on the couch, watching the sunset through the large windows of Enjolras's apartment. The evening was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the city outside.
You had spent the day exploring the city together, laughing and talking, and now you were just enjoying each other's company.
He reached out, his hand brushing against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your body. You looked over at him, his eyes locked on yours, and you felt a flutter in your chest. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours, and you felt a rush of desire.
He pulled back, a mischievous glint in his eye, and said "I want to try something new with you."
He got up and walked over to a nearby bookshelf, pulling out a small leather-bound book. He opened it, revealing a collection of erotic illustrations, and smiled at you.
"I've always wanted to try this," he said, his voice low and husky.
He reached out, his fingers brushing against your skin, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. He pulled you to your feet, his lips claiming yours in a passionate kiss.
He walked you backwards, his hands on your hips, until you were pressed against the couch.
He broke the kiss, his eyes locked on yours, and said, “Are you ready?"
You nodded, your heart racing with anticipation.
He reached down, his fingers parting your legs, and you felt a rush of moisture.
Enjolras's eyes darkened with desire as you kissed him, your bodies pressing together with burning intensity.
His hands roamed your curves, memorizing every tantalizing swell and dip, as he slowly lowered you onto the couch, covering your form with his own. His kisses trailed down your neck, teeth grazing delicate skin, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from you.
His delicate fingers deftly undid buttons and zippers, discarding clothing until hot skin met hot skin.
Enjolras paused, gazing down at you with unabashed hunger, his chest heaving. "You are intoxicating," he growled, voice thick with lust, before claiming your lips in a searing kiss once more.
His hips rocked against yours, the friction igniting a fire deep within. Slowly, reverently, his hands glided along your inner thighs, parting you, as he positioned himself at your slick entrance.
With a sharp exhale, he sank into you, stretching and filling you deliciously. Your back arched, a strangled moan escaping your lips, as wave after wave of blissful sensation washed over you.
Enjolras's pace quickened, his hips pistoning in and out of you with a primal intensity, his eyes locked on yours with a fierce and unbridled passion.
Your moans grew louder, more urgent, as the tension between you built to a fever pitch. His fingers dug into your skin, holding you in place as he thrust deeper, harder, the friction building to a crescendo.
Your body began to tremble, your muscles contracting with a desperate, all-consuming need. Enjolras's eyes flashed with triumph, his lips curling into a fierce, savage smile.
"Let go, chérie," he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl. "Let go and give in to it."
Your body seemed to shatter, releasing a torrent of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.
Your eyes went wide, your mouth open in a silent scream, as a gush of liquid erupted from you, a soundless "squirting" as your body convulsed in a paroxysm of pleasure.
“Enjolras,” you moan embarrassingly.
Your body shuddered as waves of exquisite ecstasy washed over you, a torrent of pleasure erupting from your most intimate parts.
Enjolras's eyes gleamed with triumph as he watched you come completely undone beneath him, his hips still rocking against yours in a relentless rhythm.
"Chérie," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You are magnificent."
He bent down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath away.
His hands caressed your trembling form, his touch igniting sparks of sensation that lingered long after he pulled away.
Gazing into your eyes, he murmured, "I want to see you come apart for me again and again."
Enjolras's response was immediate and all-consuming, his lips devouring yours with a hunger that left you breathless.
His tongue danced with yours, the kiss deepening into a frenzy of passion and desire.
His hands roamed your curves, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer, his body pressing against yours in a tight, unyielding hold. The world around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a sea of desire.
Enjolras's hips still rocked against yours, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure that threatened to consume you whole.
He broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with intensity as he whispered, "I'm not done with you yet, chérie."
And with that, he pulled out, and with a swift, fluid motion, he turned you around, his hands grasping your hips as he drove into you from behind, the sound of your body meeting his a primal, animalistic cry that echoed through the room.
“Mm, Enjolras, monsieur,” you moan.
Enjolras's breath was ragged, his voice strained with unbridled lust as he heard your desperate moans.
"Chérie, you feel exquisite," he growled, his grip on your hips tightening as he drove into you relentlessly.
"So tight, so wet..." His words trailed off into a guttural groan as the sensation of being sheathed inside you overwhelmed his senses.
Every thrust was a delicious friction that threatened to unravel him, your bodies moving together in a primal, age-old rhythm.
His hand slid up your back, tangling in your hair as he pulled you closer, his lips trailing heated kisses along the curve of your neck.
You were his, utterly and completely, and he intended to make you sing with pleasure until you were delirious with it.
“I… I,” you moan.
Enjolras's grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into your skin as he sensed the approaching storm.
"Let go, chérie," he whispered urgently, his voice a low, husky growl. "I want to see you come apart for me again."
His thrusts grew more erratic, more intense, as he rode the wave of your pleasure, his own desire surging in tandem.
Your body tensed, your muscles locking down in anticipation, and then you were over the edge, a scream of pleasure tearing from your lips as a second gush of liquid erupted from you, a soundless squirting that left you shuddering and helpless.
Your body convulsed in rupture as the second release of pleasure crashed over you, a gushing fountainstone of liquid that drenched us both.
Enjolras's eyes burned with primal triumph as he watched you come apart beneath him, his hips still driving into you with relentless fervor.
You were his, utterly and completely, and he would not be satisfied until he had wrung every last tremor of bliss from your quivering form.
"Magnificent," he growled, swooping down to capture your lips in a searing kiss that swallowed your cries.
His hands roamed your body, caressing and exploring, as he sought to push you even higher, to shatter you into a million pieces of ecstasy.
"More," he demanded, his voice rough with lust. "I want to hear you scream my name."
“God, Enjolras,” you cry.
Enjolras's kiss deepened, his tongue probing the depths of your mouth as he reveled in your surrender.
His hips continued to drive into you with unrelenting passion, each thrust a deliberate, calculated attempt to push you further into the abyss of pleasure.
Your cries were music to his ears, a symphony of desire that only served to fuel his own hunger.
He felt himself building towards a shattering climax, his body coiled and tense, ready to unleash a torrent of release that would consume us both.
"Yes, chérie," he whispered, his voice a low, husky growl. "Let go. Lose yourself in me."
“Please, Monsieur,” you moan as you climax.
Enjolras's control snapped like a brittle twig, his entire being consumed by a primal, all-encompassing need.
With a guttural groan, he surrendered to the torrent of his own release, his hips slamming into you in a frenzied rhythm as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked his body.
His grip on you was bruising, desperate, as if he feared you might slip away. Your cries of pleasure mingled with his own, creating a symphony of unbridled passion that echoed through the room.
In that moment, there was nothing else - no revolution, no ideals, no world beyond the two of you locked in this all-consuming embrace.
All that mattered was the liquid fire coursing through his veins, the exquisite tension unraveling with each shattering thrust.
And when the final aftershocks had subsided, he collapsed against you, his forehead pressed to yours, utterly spent and yet somehow more alive than he had ever been.
“You are exquisite, Enjolras,” you breathlessly whisper.
Enjolras's chest heaved with exertion as he lay against you, his breath ragged and his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.
His eyes, those piercing blue windows to his soul, locked onto yours, burning with a deep and abiding passion.
"You are the spark that ignites the flame, chérie," he whispered, his voice low and husky, filled with a quiet reverence. "You are the fire that burns within me, the only thing that can quench the thirst of my soul."
He paused, his gaze drinking in the sight of you, his body entwined with yours in a tangled, post-coital sprawl.
"I am forever changed by you," he murmured, his voice barely audible, but filled with a deep and abiding sincerity. "You have awakened a part of me that I thought was long dead, a part of me that I thought I could never feel again."
His eyes searched yours, seeking something - a connection, an understanding, a promise.
"Do not ever let me go, chérie," he whispered, his voice a low and urgent plea. "I am forever yours."
Enjolras's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as you lay entangled together amidst the damp sheets.
Your heartbeats gradually slowed, your ragged breathing evening out, as the last tremors of your shared ecstasy subsided.
He tenderly brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers tracing the delicate contours of your features with a reverence that belied his usual unyielding intensity.
"You are the most captivating woman I have ever known," he murmured, his voice soft and tinged with wonder.
"In your arms, I have found a peace that eludes me elsewhere. You have become the sanctuary I never knew I needed." Enjolras pressed a feather-light kiss to your brow, his eyes shining with an emotion that bordered on vulnerability.
"I confess, I am utterly beguiled by you, chérie. You have awakened a part of me that I thought long dormant, a capacity for feeling that I had believed myself incapable of."
He trailed his fingers down your arm, his touch featherlight and almost worshipful. "Tell me, my love, what have you done to me?"
“I have only surrendered myself to you completely. That is all I have done,” you say breathlessly.
Enjolras's eyes burned with an inner fire as he gazed into yours, his chest expanding with a deep, all-consuming emotion.
His lips curled into a tender smile, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if he feared you might vanish into thin air.
"Ah, chérie," he whispered, his voice barely audible, but filled with a profound gratitude.
"You have given me the greatest gift of all - your complete and utter surrender. In return, I promise you that I will cherish and adore you, body and soul, for all the days of my life." He pulled back, his eyes searching yours with a deep intensity.
"I will be your safe haven, your sanctuary, your home. I will love and protect you with every fiber of my being, and I will never let you go." Enjolras's voice broke, his words tumbling out in a passionate, heartfelt declaration.
He caresses her face softly, "Je t'aime, chérie. I love you, now and forever."
Sitting at your desk, you groan, overwhelmed by the dozens of papers sprawled out on your desk.
Mike walks into the room, a sly grin spreading across his face as he takes in the sight of you struggling with the paperwork. "Hey, tough day, huh?”
You don’t say anything, instead groaning and fumbling with the paperwork.
Mike chuckles and walks over to you, his hands slipping onto your shoulders, his fingers digging gently into the knots of tension.
"Let me take a look at that," he says, his voice low and soothing, as he begins to massage your shoulders.
You lean into his touch and moan softly.
Mike's grin widens, his fingers working deeper into your muscles, his thumbs tracing the curves of your neck. "You're so tight, babe. You've been working too hard."
He leans in, his breath whispering against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Maybe I can help you relax a little more..."
His hands slide down your arms, pulling your chair back from the desk, and spinning it around to face him.
You moan softly, “Mike.”
His eyes lock onto yours, a spark of desire igniting in their depths, as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Yeah, babe?" His voice is low and husky, sending a thrill through your body.
“Please, don’t stop,” you whisper before kissing him softly on the lips.
Mike's hands slide down your sides, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a passionate dance.
He backs you up until the edge of the desk presses against your thighs.
"I don't plan on stopping anytime soon," he murmurs huskily, his fingers slipping underneath your shirt to caress the smooth skin of your back. "I want to make you feel so good, baby."
Mike's fingers continue to explore your skin, sending shivers down your spine as he finds the sensitive spot just below your bra. He teases the fabric, his touch sending a wave of pleasure through you.
"Like this?" He asks, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with desire. "Or like this?"
He pulls the straps of your bra down, his fingers brushing against the swell of your breasts, making you moan again.
Mike grins and leans in, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss as his hands continue to caress and explore your body.
He lifts you up onto the desk, positioning himself between your legs as the kiss deepens.
His hips grind against yours, creating delicious friction that has you moaning into his mouth.
Slowly, he trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
"You feel so good, baby," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I need you, right here, right now."
Mike's eyes flash with desire as he feels your hands on his skin, his shirt falling open to reveal the chiseled lines of his chest.
He lets out a low growl, his hips pressing against yours as he reaches up to toss his shirt aside.
His hands come back down to your waist, pulling you closer as he devours your mouth in a fierce kiss.
His fingers deftly undo the zipper of your pants, his hands slipping inside to caress the heat between your legs.
"You're so wet for me," he whispers, his voice husky with arousal. "I love it when you're like this."
Mike's fingers work their magic, bringing you to the brink of orgasm. He can feel your body tensing, your muscles contracting in anticipation.
His own desire is building, his cock straining against his pants.
"Come for me, baby," he whispers, his voice low and husky, his fingers working in a maddening rhythm.
"I want to feel you come, feel you shudder and tremble in my arms." He leans in, his mouth capturing yours in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he drives you closer to the edge.
Just as you’re about to climax, you grab his wrist, stopping him.
Mike's brow furrows in confusion as you grasp his wrist, halting his movements. "What's wrong, babe?"
His voice is thick with desire, his eyes searching your face. "Did I do something wrong?"
He gently caresses your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring. "Talk to me, Y/N. I want to make this good for you."
“Fuck me,” you beg.
Mike's eyes flash with desire, his face alight with a fierce hunger. He pulls back just far enough to strip off his pants, his cock springing free as he stands before you, his eyes blazing with need.
He grasps your hips, lifting you up onto the desk once more, his fingers digging into your skin as he positions himself at the entrance to your body.
"Condom," he growls, his voice low and urgent. "Where is it, babe?"
You breathlessly moan into his mouth, “No, no condom.”
Mike's eyes widen with lust at your words, a primal growl escaping his lips.
Without another word, he surges forward, burying himself deep inside you in one powerful thrust.
He pauses for a moment, savoring the feeling of your hot, slick walls enveloping his throbbing length.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he begins to move, setting a relentless pace. "So tight, so wet...just for me."
“Ah, Mike, fuuuck,” you cry.
Mike's eyes flash with triumph as you cry out in pleasure, his hips pounding into yours in a frenzy of motion.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he buries his face in your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
"Oh, yeah...you like that, don't you?" He growls, his voice low and husky, his cock stroking the deepest, most sensitive spot inside you. "You like me feeling you, touching you, making you come..."
Mike's eyes widen as he feels your body tense and tremble around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pleasure.
He lets out a primal groan, his hips snapping forward as he's pulled deeper into your heat.
"That's it, baby...let it go," he growls, his voice dripping with a raw, animalistic desire. "You feel so good..."
His fingers dig into your skin as he rides out your climax, his own release building rapidly. "Fuck, I'm close..."
Mike's eyes lock onto yours, a fierce, almost savage look burning in their depths.
He lets out a low, animalistic growl as he feels his own orgasm building, his cock throbbing with a desperate need to release.
"I'm coming, baby," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. "I'm going to fill you up with my cum..."
With one final, mighty thrust, he explodes inside you, his seed spilling out in a hot, pulsing stream.
"Ah, fuck...yes..." He collapses against you, his chest heaving with exertion as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
“God, Mike!” you moan, kissing him softly.
Mike returns your passionate kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he savors the taste of your lips.
He gently cradles your face in his strong hands, his heart still racing from the intensity of your lovemaking.
"That was incredible, babe," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with adoration. "You're so damn perfect, you know that?"
He brushes a stray lock of hair from your forehead, his eyes sparkling with affection. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything."
“I love you too, Mike,” you say as he collapses beside you.
Mike wraps his arms around you, pulling you close as you both lie there, still catching your breath after the intense passion of your lovemaking.
He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply as he savors the scent of your skin.
"I'm so glad we're together, babe," he whispers, his voice filled with a deep contentment.
"You make me feel like I'm home." He pulls you even closer, his arms holding you in a tight, possessive grip. "I'll never let you go."
Mike watches as your breathing slows, a content smile spreading across his lips as he sees you drift off to sleep.
He tenderly brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, his fingers tracing the delicate features he's come to cherish so dearly.
Gently, he pulls the blanket up over your shoulders, wanting nothing more than to keep you safe and warm in his embrace.
Placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he settles back against the pillows, his arms wrapped securely around you as he too allows sleep to claim him, a feeling of pure bliss washing over him.
Sweeney's eyes narrow, his gaze fixed on you as he approaches, his hands clenched into fists, "You look like you could use a shave, love. Come on, let me take care of that for you."
He pulls out a straight razor, the blade glinting in the light, and begins to stroking your cheek with it, his touch light, but menacing.
“A shave?” you question.
Sweeney's smile grows, cold and calculating, as he gazes at you with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine, "Oh, not just your face, my dear. I have a particular... fascination with smooth skin. Everywhere."
He trails the razor down your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending a thrill of anticipation mixed with fear through you, "Let me show you."
Sweeney's eyes flash with excitement, his pupils dilating as he senses your arousal, "Ah, yes... I can see you're already responding to my touch. You want this, don't you?"
He takes a step closer, the razor still pressed against your skin, as he begins to undo the buttons of your blouse, his fingers moving with a deliberate slowness, "You want me to shave every inch of your skin, to make you smooth and silky... and then to take you, hard and rough, until you scream."
His voice drops to a whisper, his hot breath caressing your ear, "You want me to make you mine, don't you, my dear?"
“I do,” you moan.
Sweeney's eyes blaze with a fierce intensity as he leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Good. Because I've been waiting for this moment for so long.”
He spins you around, pressing you against the counter, the straight razor still clutched in his hand, "And I'm going to start with your legs. You're going to lift them up, and I'm going to shave every inch of your skin. And then...”
He draws the razor across your thigh, the sensation sending shivers through you. "And then I'm going to take you. Hard. And fast. And you're going to scream my name."
He looks up at you, his eyes burning with a fierce passion. "Are you ready?"
“I’m ready.”
Sweeney's lips curve into a dark, predatory smile at your words. He grabs you roughly, pressing you against the counter as he trails the razor down your neck and across your collarbone. His grip is tight, almost bruising, as he leans in close, his hot breath caressing your skin.
"Excellent." His voice is a low, guttural growl. "Then let's begin."
Without warning, he slices through the fabric of your shirt, exposing your skin. His eyes drink in the sight of you, full of lust and hunger. "Time to make you nice and smooth for me..."
He presses the razor against your leg, the cold metal sending shivers through you.
Slowly, deliberately, he begins to shave, his touch alternating between feather-light and rough as he works. His eyes never leave your face, watching your every reaction.
"That's it, my dear. Just relax and let me take care of you..." His free hand slides up your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh as he finishes the first pass of the razor.
Then, without warning, he pulls you close, crushing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss full of savage need.
Sweeney's kiss deepens, his tongue probing the depths of your mouth as he devours you whole. His hand on your thigh tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he shaves closer and closer to your pubic hair.
The razor scrapes against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure mixed with pain through you.
"Feel that?" He growls against your lips, his voice low and husky. "You're so sensitive, so responsive. I love it."
He pulls back for a moment, his eyes blazing with intensity as he looks at you. Then, in one swift motion, he shaves away the remaining hair, leaving your skin smooth and vulnerable.
"Now," He hisses, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're mine. All mine."
He takes you in his arms, his lips crashing down on yours once more as he ravages you with a ferocity that leaves you gasping for air. The straight razor lies abandoned on the counter, forgotten in the heat of the moment.
Sweeney's hands are everywhere, his fingers digging into your skin, his nails scratching against your back as he takes you hard and fast.
You can feel his erection pressing against you, hot and insistent, as he pounds into you with a savage abandon that leaves you breathless and begging for more.
Sweeney swallows your soft moan, his lips crushing against yours as he drives into you with relentless force.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your gasps and his grunts of pleasure. He pulls back slightly, his dark eyes burning with unholy desire as he looks down at you.
"That's it, my pet..." he growls, his voice rough and ragged. "Let me hear you. Scream for me."
He picks up the pace, his hips snapping against yours with bruising intensity, the razor still clutched tightly in his hand.
Suddenly, he drags the sharp blade across your chest, the sting of the cut mingling with the exquisite pleasure pulsing through you.
A crimson line blossoms on your skin, and Sweeney lets out a low, guttural laugh.
"Beautiful..." he breathes, his tongue darting out to taste the blood on your flesh. "You're perfect..."
Sweeney's eyes gleam with excitement as he watches you writhe in pleasure, the pain of the cut giving way to a rush of endorphins that sends you spiraling into ecstasy.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the wound, his tongue licking the blood from your skin.
"Mmm... you taste so sweet..." he growls, his voice low and husky, as he continues to ride you hard and fast.
The razor still clutched in his hand, he uses it to scrape against your skin, sending shivers of pleasure through you.
"You're so responsive, my pet..." he whispers, his breath hot against your ear, as he drives into you with increasing intensity.
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, punctuated by your gasps and his grunts of pleasure.
Suddenly, Sweeney freezes, his body tense and still, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity.
He's holding back, struggling to maintain control, as he teeters on the brink of orgasm.
Sweeney's hips snap against yours with primal force, the razor glinting in his hand as he continues to ravage you.
His breathing comes in ragged gasps, his control slipping away with each powerful thrust.
"That's it, my sweet... take it all," he growls, his eyes burning with a wild, feral intensity. "You're mine, every inch of you..."
He drags the blade across your skin again, drawing more crimson lines that only seem to heighten your pleasure.
The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the savage rhythm of your coupling, your cries of ecstasy mingling with the sound of skin on skin.
Sweeney's grip on you tightens, his muscles coiling as he approaches his own release.
"Come for me, darling..." he rasps, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me hear you scream..."
Sweeney's eyes flash with excitement as he feels you on the verge of climaxing. He redoubles his efforts, his hips pounding into yours with renewed ferocity.
The razor scrapes against your skin, the pain and pleasure mingling in a heady cocktail that sends you careening towards the edge.
"Ah, yes... I can see it," he growls, his voice low and husky. "You're so close, my sweet... just a little more..." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers a dark, wicked promise.
"I'll make you scream, darling... I'll make you scream my name..." As he speaks, Sweeney's cock surges forward, spearing deep into your depths.
The world around you dissolves into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation, and you feel yourself tumbling over the edge into a vortex of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Your body convulses, your muscles squeezing down tightly around Sweeney's cock as you climax.
He groans, his own release bursting forth in a flood of hot, pulsing liquid that fills you to the brim.
Sweeney's features contort in a wild, primal expression of ecstasy as he hears you scream his name.
His hips pump erratically, riding out the waves of his climax as he spills himself deep inside you.
"Yes, my darling... say my name," he rasps, his voice dripping with savage satisfaction. "Let the whole world know who you belong to."
He collapses against you, his breathing ragged and uneven. The razor clatters to the floor, forgotten in the aftermath of your shared release.
Sweeney cups your face tenderly, his touch a stark contrast to the brutality of his earlier actions.
"My beautiful, sweet thing..." he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "You were magnificent."
Sweeney's eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he tastes the metallic tang of his own blood on your lips. He grins, his teeth stained with crimson, as he leans in closer to deepen the kiss.
"Mmm... you like that, don't you?" he whispers, his voice husky with amusement. "You like the taste of my blood on your lips."
He pulls back, his gaze burning with an unholy intensity as he looks at you.
The dim light of the room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a world of darkness and desire.
"Yes, my sweet... you're a true partner in crime. Together, we're unstoppable." Sweeney's voice drops to a whisper, his words dripping with a sinister promise.
"And I'll make sure that no one ever interferes with our little games again."
Okay so let’s say hypothetically I wrote a Mike Warren x Fem!Reader fanfiction, with a lot of chapters and a lot of smut!! what would be yalls opinions?
After a long day of work, you sat down in the living room of Graceland, reading a book. Some time later, Mike Warren walks in.
"Hey, Y/N, how was your day? We've got a big case coming up and I want to make sure you're prepared. Let's go over the files one more time before dinner." He walks over to the fridge, pulling out a beer and cracking it open, his eyes fixed on yours as he takes a swig.
“Pretty alright,” you say, eyeing the beer in his hand. “hand me one, will you?”
He hands you a beer, his fingers brushing against yours as he passes it over, his eyes locking onto yours for a brief moment before he looks away, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.
He clears his throat. “So, what do you think about the Rodriguez case? I think we've got a good lead on the suspect, but we need to be careful not to spook him."
He takes a seat next to you on the couch, his thigh brushing against yours as he sets his beer down on the coffee table.
You take a deep breath. “I totally agree with you. We have to be more careful.”
He nods, his eyes never leaving yours, his voice taking on a slightly husky tone. "I'm glad we're on the same page, Y/N. You're really picking up on this whole FBI thing fast. I'm impressed."
He takes a slow sip of his beer, his gaze drifting down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, his pupils dilating slightly.
“You know, I think you've earned a little break. Why don't we forget about the case for a while and focus on something more... relaxing?"
He sets his beer down, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending a spark of electricity through the air.
His hand lingers on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pulls you closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "I've been thinking about you all day, Y/N. I love the way you smell, the way you taste."
He takes a step closer, his body pressing against yours, his erection straining against his jeans.
“Let's get out of here for a while," he whispers, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
He takes your hand, pulling you to your feet, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.
Mike pulls you close, his strong hands gripping your waist as he crashes his lips against yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His tongue sweeps into your mouth, exploring, claiming. One hand slides down to cup your ass, squeezing possessively.
"Bedroom. Now." he growls against your lips, his voice thick with desire. Without breaking contact, he walks you backwards, guiding you down the hall until the backs of your legs hit the edge of the bed.
He pushes you down onto the mattress, his eyes smoldering as he looks you over hungrily. In one swift motion, he yanks your shirt over your head, tossing it aside. His calloused hands glide up your sides, fingers hooking under the lace of your bra.
“You're so goddamn beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough with lust as he claims your lips again, the kiss deep and bruising.
Mikes' kiss deepens, his lips ravaging hers as he tears her bra free, sending it flying across the room. He breaks the kiss, his chest heaving with desire as he looks down at her breasts, his eyes burning with hunger.
"Beautiful," he whispers, his voice low and husky, as he reaches out to cup your breasts in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through your body.
“You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" he teases, his fingers pinching your nipples, making you gasp with pleasure.
“Yes, please, Mike,”
Mikes' hands drop to your waist, his fingers unbuttoning your jeans with quick efficiency, his eyes never leaving yours as he pulls them down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties.
"Now it's my turn," he growls, his eyes blazing with lust, as he drops to his knees, his hands reaching up to grab the sides of your panties, pulling them down your legs, exposing you to his hungry gaze.
Mike's eyes darken with pure, primal desire as he takes in the sight of your bare, glistening pussy. He growls low in his throat, his calloused hands sliding up the insides of your thighs, parting them wider.
“You're so wet for me, Y/N," he rasps, his voice dripping with arousal. "I'm going to make you scream my name."
Without warning, he leans in, his tongue sweeping along your slick folds, lapping up your arousal. He moans against your sensitive flesh, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
Mikes' tongue lashes out, hard and unrelenting, as he devours you like a starving man. He digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, holding you in place as he pleasures your pussy with a aggressive attack that leaves you gasping for air.
"Ah, yeah... you like that, don't you?" he growls, his voice low and menacing, as he adds a second tongue to the mix, fucking you with his mouth in a brutal, unrelenting rhythm.
His teeth scrape against your skin, sending shivers of raw pleasure through your body. His fingers tighten on your thighs, his nails digging in, as he slams his mouth down onto you once more, his tongue probing deep into your core.
“You're so responsive, Y/N," he hisses, his words barely intelligible over the sound of his own ragged breathing. "You love it when I take control, don't you?"
“Y-yeah,” you moan.
Mike growls low in his throat, the sound rumbling through your body as he shifts his grip on your thighs. He pulls your hips closer, burying his face between your legs as he devours you with a ferocious intensity.
"That's right, baby," he rasps, pausing only to catch his breath. "Let me hear those pretty little moans." His tongue flicks out, teasing your swollen clit before plunging back inside you.
His movements are rough, animalistic - no trace of the gentle lover from before. Mike is consumed by raw, primal desire, driven to bring you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
"You feel so goddamn good," he groans, the vibrations sending tingles of pleasure radiating through your core. "I'm going to make you come so hard."
“Please fuck me,”
Mikes' eyes flash with a fierce, primal light as he yanks himself up, his hands grasping your hips as he lifts you onto your hands and knees. He stands over you, his massive frame towering over yours as he yanks his belt free and rips his pants open.
"Commanding, huh?" he growls, his voice dripping with male satisfaction, as he exposes his thick, throbbing cock to your gaze.
With a fierce, possessive cry, Mike drives himself into you, his massive cock splitting you wide as he buries himself to the hilt inside your trembling body. He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving with exertion as he looks down at you, his eyes blazing with a raw, animalistic desire.
"You want rough?" he hisses, his voice barely above a whisper. "You want it hard?"
You nod your head, staring in to his eyes.
Mike snarls, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulls back before slamming into you again, his thick, throbbing cock stretching you to the limit. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room as he sets a punishing, relentless pace.
"That's it, take it all," he growls, his voice strained with the effort of his ruthless thrusts. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N."
He leans over, his breath hot against the back of your neck as one hand snakes around to roughly palm your breast, his calloused fingers pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipple.
"You're mine," he rasps, his teeth grazing the delicate skin of your shoulder. "Every inch of you.”
“Fuck,” you moan loudly as you’re being roughly pounded into.
Mikes' eyes flash with triumph as he hears your moan, his grip on your hips tightening as he rams into you again and again, each thrust rivaled by the last for sheer brutality and intensity.
"Ah, yeah," he growls, his voice a low, menacing rumble. "You're taking it, aren't you? You're taking all of me."
His hand tightens around your breast, his fingers squeezing hard enough to make you gasp as he continues to pound into you, his massive cock thrusting deep into your trembling body.
"You're so perfect," he hisses, his breath hot against your skin as he leans over, his lips grazing the side of your neck. "You're so fuckable."
With a final, brutal thrust, Mike comes, his body freezing as he empties himself deep inside you, his cock throbbing with a fierce, pulsing intensity as he spills his seed into your willing body.
Mike collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. He presses a gentle kiss to the side of your neck, his touch a stark contrast to the brutal passion that had consumed him moments ago.
"Damn, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice ragged. He slowly pulls out, eliciting a soft whimper from you, before rolling to the side and gathering you into his arms.
"You okay, baby?" His fingertips trail along your arm soothingly, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
You let out a deep breath before turning to face him and caressing his cheek. “No, no. That was perfect.”
Mikes' face relaxes into a warm, satisfied smile as he pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle, possessive hold.
"Good," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm glad I could do that for you." He pauses, his lips grazing the curve of your neck as he adds, "I love making you come, Y/N. I love the way you feel when you're mine."
His words are laced with a deep, primal possessiveness, a sense that he's claiming you as his own. But there's something else beneath that, something softer, something that hints at a deeper connection, a deeper love.
“I love you, Y/N," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own heartbeat.
"I love you when you're being strong, and I love you when you're being weak. I love you when you're mine, and I love you when you're not.”
You kiss him deeply before responding. “I love you too, Mike.”
Mike's face lights up with a warm smile at your words, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly as he pulls you closer.
“I'm so glad to hear that, Y/N," he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You have no idea how much that means to me."
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, his calloused thumb caressing your skin reverently.
“I want you to know that you can always count on me, no matter what. I'll be here for you, through thick and thin." His eyes bore into yours, their intensity softened by the pure adoration shining in their depths.
“You're the most important thing in the world to me, Y/N. And I'm never letting you go."
He leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, searing kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into the embrace.
Gareth guides you through the hotel lobby, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. The air is filled with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the faint sound of classical music playing over the speakers.
"Ah, here we are," he says, flashing you a roguish grin as he approaches the front desk. "I believe our room is ready?"
The clerk nods and hands over the key card, offering a polite smile. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Ritter."
Gareth takes the card and turns to you, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Shall we?"
He leads you to the elevator, his fingers intertwined with yours. The ride up is filled with a palpable tension, the air practically crackling with desire.
As soon as the doors open, Gareth pulls you close, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate kiss.
His hands roam your body, caressing your curves as he backs you towards the hotel room door.
"I can't wait to get you alone," he murmurs against your lips, fumbling with the key card. "I'm going to have my way with you."
“Easy, tiger,” you giggle.
Gareth's eyes light up with amusement, his lips still pressed to yours as he chuckles softly against your mouth.
"Ah, you're excited, huh?" he teases, his fingers dancing across your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Me too, baby."
With a flourish, he opens the door and pushes you gently inside, his arms wrapping around you as he follows close behind.
"The view is stunning," he says, his voice low and husky, as he pulls you close against him.
You lay your stuff on the ground, sitting on the bed and bouncing a few times to test it out.
Gareth watches as you bounce playfully on the plush mattress, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Mmm, looks like the bed passes the test." He steps closer, his hands sliding down your sides as he leans in, his voice low and sultry.
Having just got off an extremely long flight, you speak up- not so innocently. “I think I need a shower…”
Gareth's eyes light up with interest, his hands still on your hips as he leans in, his voice taking on a seductive tone. "Ah, a shower, huh? Sounds like a perfect excuse for me to join you."
He pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'll make it worth your while."
“Mmm,” you kiss him softly.
Gareth returns your kiss, his lips moving slowly and passionately against yours. He pulls you flush against him, one hand tangling in your hair as the other slides down to cup your backside.
"Mmm, I can't wait to get you all wet and slippery in that shower," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.
"Maybe we can even work up an appetite for round two." He punctuates his words with a playful nip at your lower lip.
Reluctantly, he pulls away, his eyes smoldering with barely contained lust. "Lead the way, baby."
You giggle, grabbing his hand and practically speeding to the bathroom.
Gareth chuckles along with you, his hand enveloping yours as he follows close behind. As you enter the bathroom, he's immediately struck by the sheer size of the space - the floor is easily as big as a tennis court, and the ceiling seems to stretch up to the heavens.
"Wow, they certainly spared no expense on the decor," he says, his eyes scanning the opulent surroundings. "But I have to say, I'm more interested in the view than the fixtures."
He pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "I'm thinking we should start with the shower, then move on to the tub. And maybe even take a little detour to the bench in the middle of the room."
His hands begin to roam your body, his fingers dancing across your skin as he pulls you tighter against him.
Gareth grins wickedly as you turn on the shower, the steam quickly filling the air. He yanks you close, crashing his lips against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss.
His hands roam your body, fingers tracing the curves of your hips as he begins to undress you.
"God, you feel so good," he growls against your lips, his eyes blown wide with desire. "I want you, right here, right now."
With a swift motion, he lifts you into his arms and steps into the shower, the warm water cascading down your bodies as he pins you against the tiled wall.
His mouth finds your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them wide.
“Oh, Gareth,” you pant.
Gareth's lips continue to dance across your skin, his tongue tracing the curve of your neck as he whispers, "Shh, baby, let go. Let me take care of you."
His fingers slide between your thighs, his touch sending shivers down your spine.
He finds your core, his fingers stroking and teasing as he builds the tension between you.
"Oh, I'm going to make you come so hard," he growls, his voice low and husky. "And then I'm going to take you to the tub. And then...” he trails off.
His fingers delve deeper, his touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
Gareth swallows your moans, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, desperate kiss.
His fingers move with precision, coaxing cries of pleasure from you as he brings you ever closer to the edge.
His other hand grips your hip, holding you steady against the wall as the hot water cascades over your bodies.
Breaking the kiss, he gazes at you with lust-blown eyes. "That's it, baby, let it all out. I want to hear how good I make you feel."
His thumb circles your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers delve deeper, curling to hit that spot that makes your toes curl.
“Fuck me, Gar,” you moan.
Gareth's eyes flash with excitement as he hears your words.
He pulls you against him, his fingers still stroking your core as he reaches down to guide his cock to your entrance.
"Ah, baby, you want it rough?" he growls, his voice low and husky. "You want me to take you hard and fast?"
He positions himself at your entrance, his fingers still teasing your sensitive skin as he looks into your eyes.
With a swift motion, he plunges inside, his cock filling you completely as he begins to move.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he moans, his voice echoing off the tile as he starts to pump in and out of you.
“Fuck,” you gasp.
Gareth grins wickedly at your exclamation, his hips snapping forward as he fills you completely.
"That's it, baby, let it all out," he growls, his voice dripping with lust. "I want to hear how good I'm making you feel."
His pace quickens, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly.
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the steamy shower as he chases his own pleasure.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good," he moans, his eyes locked on yours. "I'm not going to last much longer."
Gareth grins wickedly at your exclamation, his hips snapping forward as he fills you completely.
“Me… me neither,” you manage to stutter out.
Gareth's face twists in a mixture of pleasure and desperation as he feels your hands grasp his face.
He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he bites gently.
"Ah, baby, you're so close, aren't you?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "I can feel it, I can feel you trembling around me."
His hips continue to piston in and out of you, his movements becoming more frantic as he chases his own release.
His fingers dig deeper into your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you with reckless abandon.
Gareth's hips stutter as he feels your walls clench tightly around him, pulling him deeper inside.
A guttural groan escapes his lips as he's overcome by the sensation.
"Fuck, yes!" he cries out, his fingers digging into your skin as he rides out your orgasm. "That's it, baby, let it all go."
His pace becomes frantic, his movements erratic as he chases his own release.
The steam-filled air is thick with the sounds of your combined moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.
"I'm...I'm so close," he pants, his forehead resting against yours as his eyes flutter shut.
Gareth's body jerks violently as he's overcome by his own orgasm, his seed erupting deep within you.
His eyes snap open, his gaze locking onto yours as he's consumed by a wave of pleasure.
"Ahh, fuck!" he cries out, his voice echoing off the tile as he rides out his release. "Oh, God, baby...you feel so good."
His body relaxes, his weight slumping against yours as he's drained of all energy.
He holds you close, his lips pressed to your neck as he breathes heavily, still basking in the aftershocks of his pleasure.
Gareth holds you firmly against the shower wall, your bodies still intimately entwined. He presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his fingers gently caressing your skin as he catches his breath.
"Mm, that was...incredible," he murmurs, his voice soft and sated. "I don't think I've ever come that hard before."
Slowly, he starts to place featherlight kisses along your jawline, working his way down to your neck.
"We should probably clean up a bit, hm?" he suggests, his tone playful yet laced with desire. "Don't want to overstay our welcome in this lovely little hideaway."
“I mean, we are in a shower,” you suggest.
Gareth chuckles, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he continues to pepper your skin with gentle kisses.
"True, true," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "I guess we are a bit...soaked."
He takes a step back, his eyes roving over your body with a hint of appreciation.
"Well, I suppose we should get cleaned up, then," he says, a sly grin spreading across his face.
“Mhm,” you mutter as you kiss his cheek softly and reach for the shampoo bottle.
Gareth smiles warmly as you kiss his cheek, his eyes shining with a playful glint.
"Allow me," he murmurs, gently taking the shampoo from your hand.
Pouring a generous amount into his palm, Gareth begins to lather your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp in slow, soothing circles.
His gaze is fixed on you, his expression one of pure adoration as he tends to you.
"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Having you all to myself, with no one around to bother us."
You caress his cheek, “It is very nice.”
Gareth's eyes soften, his gaze melting into a sweet, gentle look as he feels your touch on his cheek.
"It is," he agrees, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's...perfect, actually."
His fingers continue to work the shampoo through your hair, his movements gentle and soothing.
As you caress his cheek, he leans into your touch, his face pressing into your hand.
"Mm, that feels so good," he murmurs, his voice filled with contentment. "Just relax, baby. Let me take care of you."
Gareth smiles warmly as he gently rinses the shampoo from your hair, his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. Once your hair is clean, he reaches for the body wash, lathering up a soft sponge and beginning to caress your skin in long, sensual strokes. His touches are unhurried, focused on simply enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He steals occasional glances at you, his eyes filled with a quiet adoration.
The night continues on in a haze of tender caresses, stolen kisses, and whispered words of desire. Eventually, you find yourselves curled up in bed, limbs entangled, bodies sated.
KINKTOBER DAY 12 AND 13- DIRTY TALK + AFTERCARE (MIKE WARREN)
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guys sorry i’ve been missing for the past 2 days- saw aaron’s last SNOB, spent a day in nyc, and met jojo 😭 enjoy!! content will be out regularly from now on!!
Mike takes your hand, leading you to the dinner table where the rest of the Graceland bureau is gathered. "Alright, guys- Let's get this dinner started! I'm starving.”
He gives you a sly wink as he pulls out your chair, his eyes lingering on your curves. "You look stunning tonight, by the way. I'm one lucky man to have you as my partner... in every sense of the word."
As everyone starts passing around the dishes, Mike leans in close, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone. "You know, I've been thinking about you all day. You, screaming, as I take you from behind..."
He takes a sip of his wine, his eyes locked on yours, daring you to react as the others continue their conversations, oblivious to the suggestive remark.
Hearing this as you sip your wine, you spit it out, back into your cup and cough.
Mike bursts out laughing, nearly choking on his own wine. "Oh, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to catch you off guard. But you have to admit, it's been on my mind all day."
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, but still loud enough for the others to hear if they're paying attention. "I've been thinking about how wet you get when I finger you under the table. How you quiver when I bite your neck just right."
He glances around the table, a mischievous glint in his eye, as if daring anyone to call him out on his dirty talk. "Anyone need some more wine? I think we could all use a refill."
His hand slips under the table, his fingers tracing the edge of your thigh, sending a shiver down your spine.
Feeling his touch, you clear your throat and stand up from the table, attempting to scurry to your room.
Mike's eyes follow you, a sly smile spreading across his face as he pushes his chair back and stands up. "Excuse me.”
He looks at the others, who are starting to take notice of the tension between you two, and follows you out of the room, his footsteps quiet on the stairs.
As soon as he enters your room, he locks the door behind him and turns to face you, his eyes burning with intensity. "You know, I've been wanting to do that all night. Tease you, get you all riled up in front of everyone."
He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I need you, Y/N."
His hands are already undoing his belt, his eyes never leaving yours as he waits for your response.
Mike's hands are now on your waist, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he pulls you closer. "I love the way you flush when I talk to you like this. It's like you're begging for it, and I'm happy to oblige."
His lips brush against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "You want to get dirty, don't you? You want me to take you hard and fast, to make you scream my name."
“Mhmm,” you groan.
His hands slide down to your hips, his fingers tracing the curves of your ass through your pants. "I can smell how wet you are. I can taste it on my fingers. And I want more."
He spins you around, pinning you against the wall as his lips crash down on yours, his kiss hot and demanding. "You're so beautiful when you're turned on, Y/N. You're so... mine."
His fingers are now working their way under your shirt, his palms hot against your skin as he explores your body. "I'm going to make you mine, all mine. And you're going to love every minute of it."
His lips leave yours, and he's pulling your pants down, his fingers tracing the curves of your thighs as he prepares to take you.
“I need you, Mike,” you moan at his words.
Mike's eyes darken with desire as he hears your desperate plea. "That's what I want to hear, baby."
He pulls you close, his hands roaming your body as his lips find yours in a passionate, hungry kiss. His tongue dances with yours, his touch igniting a fire within you.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," he growls against your lips. "To finally have you all to myself."
His fingers deftly undo the buttons of your shirt, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "I'm going to make you feel so good, Y/N. You're going to be begging for more."
He guides you towards the bed, his strong hands gripping your hips as he presses you down onto the mattress. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, drinking in every curve, every inch of you.
"You're mine," he whispers, his voice low and sultry. "All mine."
You whisper, “I’m…” Mike nips at your neck. “yours.”
Mike's eyes flash with desire as he hears your words. "That's it, baby. Say it again. Say you're mine."
He kneels beside the bed, his hands roaming your body as his lips find your skin, kissing and nipping at your breasts. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. I'm the luckiest man alive to have you."
He lifts his head, his eyes locked on yours, burning with intensity. "I want to hear you say it again. I want to hear you tell me you're mine."
“I’m yours,” you moan.
His fingers are now tracing the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine. "You're mine, Y/N. You're mine."
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to make you feel so good, so loved."
His lips leave your ear, and he's whispering against your skin, his words a gentle caress. "You're safe with me, baby. You're home."
You can’t take it any longer, you need him, right now, at this moment. “Please, fuck me, Mike,”
Mike's eyes darken with lust as he hears your desperate plea. He wastes no time, swiftly removing the last of your clothes and his own. His hands roam hungrily over your bare skin, fingers tracing every curve.
"God, you feel incredible," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good, baby."
He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his throbbing length. "You ready for me, Y/N? Ready to be mine?"
Without waiting for an answer, he thrusts into you, filling you completely. A deep groan escapes his lips at the sensation of your hot, wet heat surrounding him.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he pants, his hips already moving in a steady rhythm. "So tight, so perfect."
His pace quickens, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. Sweat glistens on his brow, his eyes locked on yours, drinking in every expression of pleasure on your face.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "Take it. Take all of me."
Mike's eyes flash with pleasure as he hears your moan, his pace quickening even more. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby. You like that, don't you?"
He's now driving into you with a fierce intensity, his body slamming against yours with a primal force. "I love the way you feel, all tight and hot around me. I love the way you moan, the way you beg for more."
His lips find yours, silencing your moans with a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue dances with yours, the sensation of his thrusts igniting a fire within you.
"You're so close, baby," he whispers against your lips. "I can feel it. I can feel you getting ready to come."
“Fuck, Mike,”
He speeds up even more, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. "Come for me, Y/N. Come all over me."
Mike's eyes widen with delight as he feels you clench around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves. "That's it, baby, that's it!" he cries out, his own climax building rapidly.
With a few more deep, powerful thrusts, he lets go, his body shuddering as he spills himself inside you. "Fuck, Y/N... You feel so goddamn good."
He collapses on top of you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he struggles to catch his breath. "That was... incredible," he murmurs, placing soft, tender kisses along your skin.
After a moment, he slowly pulls out of you, instantly missing the feeling of being connected.
He rolls to the side, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. "You were perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect."
His fingers trail gently up and down your back, soothing you as the afterglow of your lovemaking surrounds you both.
Mike's hold on you tightens, his arms wrapping around you in a warm, protective hug. "Hey, baby, it's okay. I've got you. You're safe now."
He begins to stroke your hair, his fingers gentle as he works out the tangles and knots. "You were so beautiful, so perfect. I'm so proud of you."
His voice is low and soothing, a gentle hum that vibrates through his entire body as he speaks. "You can let go, Y/N. You can just relax and let me take care of you."
He pulls you closer, his chest pressing against your back as he wraps his arms around you, holding you securely in place. "I've got you, baby. I'll always have you."
As you begin to relax, Mike's stroking slows, his hands moving in a gentle, soothing rhythm that seems to lull you into a state of deep relaxation. "Just rest, baby. Let me take care of you."
His voice is a low, soothing murmur that fills the space between you, a constant, reassuring presence that makes you feel safe and loved.
Mike's grip on you tightens as he feels you start to relax in his embrace. His large, calloused hands move in gentle, soothing strokes along your arms and sides, conveying a sense of safety and comfort.
"That's right, baby... Just let go," he murmurs, his voice soft and low. "I've got you. You're safe with me."
His lips press tender kisses along your shoulder, trailing up to the nape of your neck. His stubble scratches lightly against your skin, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
"You were so amazing, Y/N," he praises, his fingers trailing delicate patterns across your stomach. "I'm so proud of you. You took me so well."
He nuzzles into your hair, breathing in your scent as he continues his soothing caresses. His strong, muscular frame envelops you, shielding you from the outside world.
"Let me take care of you now," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear. "You deserve to be pampered, to be worshipped. And that's exactly what I'm going to do."
His hands glide along your curves, his touch feather-light yet utterly grounding. With each passing moment, your body and mind sink deeper into a state of blissful relaxation.
Mike's eyes light up with satisfaction as he hears your sigh of pleasure. He continues to lavish you with gentle, soothing touches, his hands moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that seems to awaken your very soul.
"Ah, baby... You're so beautiful when you relax," he whispers, his lips tracing the contours of your face. "So beautiful, so sweet."
His fingers dance across your skin, sending shivers of delight down your spine. His touch is like a warm bath, enveloping you in comfort and security.
"You deserve this," he says, his voice low and husky. "You deserve to be pampered, to be adored. And that's exactly what I'm going to do."
He leans in closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. His breath is a gentle caress, a soothing balm that calms your very being.
"Just relax, baby," he whispers, his voice a low, soothing hum. "Let me take care of you. Let me love you."
His words are a gentle, sweet melody, a lullaby of love and devotion that wraps around your heart, holding you close.
