pairing: choose your own soft!dark male character x female reader
summary: you're the daughter of a powerful mob boss, and someone's been hired to take you away. but after one look at your face, the man starts getting ideas about keeping you for himself.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), dark themes, abduction, drugging, dirty thoughts and fantasies (including nonconsensual somnophilia), sadism, dacryphilia, a dangerously delusional man
word count: 1.7k
a/n: i wrote this prologue-y thing back in early spring for a specific character, but while i liked this part, i didn't like anything about how the story progressed after it and i ended up abandoning the fic. but i still really liked this part and i thought it'd be a fun entry in @bucks-and-noble's Choose Your Babe challenge!! so, after you read, please tell me who you think is the villain to our princess 😈
For you, it was a night like any other.
You’d gone through your normal evening routine, padding softly around your penthouse apartment before slipping between the satin sheets of your queen-sized bed.
You’d drifted off into a peaceful slumber, feeling safe in the knowledge that your security system was set, there was an armed doorman in the lobby of your building, and your father’s men were only a phone call away.
For him, it was the night everything changed.
Of course, everything would change for you, too. You just didn’t know it yet.
You were blissfully unaware of everything that had been put in motion that led to the events of that night. You slept soundly as a man you’d never met before—one wearing a dark suit, dark gloves and a dark look in his eye—stalked silently into your bedroom. He adjusted the black leather gloves he wore, a silver gun gripped in one steady hand as he came to stand over you.
You looked like a princess.
It was the first thing that struck the man, how much you looked like a sleeping princess from the fairytales he’d read as a boy. So peaceful and pretty and perfect.
But the man wasn’t a knight or a prince. Sure, he’d had noble aspirations when he’d been young, wanting to slay dragons and rescue princesses like you. But that’s not how his life turned out.
Instead, he’d become the villain. He was the assassin who had killed your father’s men assigned to protect you, then slit the throat of the doorman in your lobby before disarming your security system and letting himself into your defenseless apartment.
He was the mercenary hired by your mafia boss father’s rival to abduct you and hold you hostage while the old men squabbled over power and money.
As the man stared down at your face, his eyes tracing the curve of your cheek and the dip of your mouth, the thought occurred to him that he would pay anything to get you back if you’d been taken from him. He’d burn the whole world down to find you if someone managed to take you from him. Not that he’d ever let you out of his sight if you were his…
But then he reminded himself that you weren’t his, you were a job, and his thoughts soured. It was more difficult than he would’ve liked to admit to get back to work, his movements lacking their normal meticulousness as he shoved his gun into its holster beneath his arm.
He pulled a cloth and a small bottle of chloroform from a pocket inside his suit jacket. He didn’t normally need to watch what he was doing, but he did then, making extra certain he didn’t pour too much of the sedative onto the cloth before stowing the bottle away again.
Normally, the man was a professional. He could press the cloth so gently over someone’s mouth and nose while they slept that they’d never even know they were being drugged. They’d just slip peacefully from sleeping into unconsciousness, without any of the fear or struggle that came with waking up to realize they were being drugged by a stranger.
But the man’s mask of calm had slipped the moment he’d laid eyes on your beauty, and he could feel the darkness in the very depths of his soul stirring within him. It was seething and starving, testing the limits of his self-control, making him feel on edge. He wanted. He wanted you.
The man could picture his hand roughly covering your mouth and nose with the chloroform cloth, your eyes flying open and staring up at him. He could imagine the way they’d widen with horror, then fill with tears that slipped down your temples and into your hair. He could almost hear your soft cry of distress and your whimper of terror as you comprehended your fate.
As he fantasized about your fear, the man’s cock hardened in his pants, thickening at the thought of your pretty eyes staring up at him like the villain he was. A menacing grin slowly curled the corners of his mouth and the dark look in his eye turned positively wicked.
Then he was moving, forgoing his normal precision and letting the darkness within him take hold as he slammed the chloroform cloth over your pretty mouth and pert nose, the tips of his leather-clad fingers digging into your soft cheeks hard enough to make you scream in surprise.
When your eyes flew open, the man couldn’t help but marvel at their beauty, leaning forward to loom over your body to get a better look. The moonlight shone across your face, limning your features in ethereal silver light, making you look like an angel. You were even more beautiful when you were looking at him like he was the most important thing in the world.
The mercenary had thought your immediate reaction would be fear, but he was wrong. He hadn’t anticipated the way your brows would furrow in confusion, sweet little lines forming between them as you stared up at him, more bewildered than terrified by his presence.
But then—then it happened. Confusion gave way to horror, your chest heaving as you breathed in panicked gasps, only succeeding in inhaling more of the drug and dooming yourself. You whimpered so sweetly it sounded like music to the man’s ears, and your eyes filled with tears. The man watched, his mouth curving into a greedy, predatory smile.
He held your terrified gaze, using one hand to brace the back of your head so you couldn’t escape the cloth that covered your mouth and nose and you continued to breathe in the sedative. His cock ached in his pants, the full length of him pressing against the tight confines as he throbbed with arousal, his balls filling with come that he furiously wanted to spill across your face. Or bury deep in one of your warm holes…
His attention was forced back to the present when your body jerked with dawning realization of what was happening to you. You reached for the dangerous stranger looming over you, your fingertips falling just shy of brushing against his bulge. The man’s cock twitched, as if reaching for you in return, and he had to stop himself from thrusting to meet your touch.
Thankfully for him, the chloroform was doing its job, and your hands dropped futilely as your eyes began to close. Your arms fell listlessly to the bed and the man watched you succumb to the sedative he’d used to drug you.
When he was certain you were unconscious, he pulled the cloth away and stowed it back in his jacket pocket, ensuring he didn’t leave any trace of his presence in your apartment. That was the job, he tried to remind himself, but the darkness within him was louder, and his movements were all too eager as he pulled the blankets of your bed back, baring your body to his hungry gaze.
He felt his cock throb in excitement as he stared down at you, your body clad in nothing but a skimpy little nightgown, the fabric so thin he could see the shape of your nipples poking through. His eyes roved greedily over your curves, lingering for a long moment on the way the bottom hem of your nightdress was rucked up around your hips, almost giving him a glimpse of your precious cunt nestled between your thighs.
The man wanted desperately to know if you’d gone to bed without panties, but he knew he had to ignore the creeping darkness that had slithered into his mind. Not because it would be a gross invasion of privacy to take a peek at your panties while you were unconscious, but because he knew that if he pushed your nightdress up any further, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from sinking his cock into your tight cunt while you were still out cold.
He’d never fucked a princess, and fucking you—even if it was while you were unconscious—might be the closest he ever got. You were a sleeping beauty and he was no prince charming, no honorable knight. He was the villain, and he wanted to ravage you, whether you were awake or not.
In that moment, he couldn’t decide which would be better. Fucking you while you were soft and pliant with sleep, your body taking his cock into your tight warm hole while you mumbled incoherently against his shoulder. Or fucking you when you were awake, so he could see your pretty eyes fill with tears again, hear the desperate sounds you made while he filled you with his cock…
The leather of the man’s gloves creaked in the silence of your bedroom as he curled his hands into fists and beat back the darkness that had slipped into his head. He was a professional. He’d been hired to do a job, and you were that job.
You weren’t his princess to steal away from the king’s tower. He needed to remember that.
The mercenary adjusted his cock in his pants, working hard to reclaim the control that had fled the moment he’d laid eyes on you. He forced his limbs to move precisely as he gathered you up into his arms, ignoring his body’s responses when he smelled the sweet scent of you settle around him, and when he felt your soft breath exhale against his neck.
A car was waiting in the parking garage beneath the building, ready for the man to take you far away from your home and the city where your father held enough power to be considered a king. He encountered no obstacles as he carried you down to the garage and buckled you into the passenger seat of the car.
As the man drove away, he couldn’t help but feel like the villain stealing the princess from the king’s tower, and it gave him a perverse sense of satisfaction. He may not have been a prince or a knight, but he had taken the princess. And he began to think that maybe he should keep you for himself.
Perhaps the man could write his own kind of twisted fairytale, one where the villain got to keep the princess.
Looking over at you, your features soft in sleep and no less beautiful than when he’d first laid eyes on you, the man made his decision. He’d have his happily ever after at any cost—which meant he’d have to convince you that he was your fairytale come to life, just as you were his.
so who's the babe!? tell me in the comments, reblogs or in my askbox!
Warnings: None really. Reader is just done with some parts of adulting. 😂
A/N: We know @biteofcherry , @bucks-and-noble , and others love to do Choose Your Babe and similar variations. With the next couple of weeks being busy, busy, busy, I just want someone to be like Calgon and take me away. 😌
It was an average day as you had lunch with a friend. Nothing out of the ordinary. Both of you took turns trading topics of discussion. Work naturally came up, which made you think of money and relationships. How broke you were. Lonely. Exhausted. You couldn't hold it in.
“You know what? I’m sick of my job. I wish I could just quit,” you said, narrowing your eyes when your friend giggled. “I’m serious. I’m tired of it. I work my ass off, but I'm not going anywhere. I don't feel accomplished when I’m done at the end of the day and I dread hearing my alarm because it’s just another day of having to push through it. But I can't quit because I have to pay my bills. And I'm tired of being tired.”
Even saying the words wore you out.
She asked once your rant was over, “What’s the solution then?”
“I wish I knew,” you answered. You couldn't exactly quit without a plan in place. “If someone could just... I don't know, take me away, it would solve my problem.”
“Take you away?” She raised an eyebrow when you nodded. “How would that solve your problem? Sure, someone takes you away for a bit, but you’d have to go right back to work after your vacation because you'd still have bills. That or you'd have to find another job if you're gone for too long.”
“No, because it wouldn't be a vacation. It would be something more permanent,” you said, a dreamy look taking over your expression. “He would decide my new job is just taking care of myself. And taking care of him, of course.”
She blinked. It sounded crazy to your own ears, but you meant it. “So, you'd be a housewife?”
“Sort of. I guess? Housewife, sugar baby, whatever he needs.” She stared as you paused to take a drink. “He'd let me have hobbies because he wants me to be happy, but I wouldn't have to stress about a job I hate and I'd actually sleep and feel rested when I wake up. I wouldn't have to worry about anything.”
“A guy like that is probably married or a serial dater.”
“This one wouldn't be. He’d be devoted to me,” you said before you corrected yourself. “We’d be devoted to each other.”
Your friend playfully rolled her eyes. “And you think some guy is just going to show up and decide, 'Yeah! I'll make her my little housewife or sugar baby or whatever and I’ll be faithful and worship her!' Really?”
Your head hung for a moment. “A girl can dream, okay?”
“Look. You don't actually want that. You just hate your job right now. Maybe you'll find something else and it'll get better.”
“I've tried finding something else,” you reminded her, doing your best not to whine. “I've been trying for months and the light at the end of the tunnel is only getting further away.”
“Well, not to shit on your dream, but no one is going to show up and take you away,” she said, finishing the rest of her drink. She was being logical, of course, but why couldn't she let you fantasize for a moment? “That's reality. It sucks, I know.”
You deflated a bit and pushed the remainder of your food around your plate. You shouldn't have said anything. “It would still be nice if someone did,” you muttered.
But it was a dream, nothing more.
Someone clearing their throat at the table beside you pulled you from your thoughts. You gasped when you looked his way. He was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. “Sorry for interrupting, but what’s your name?”
You shrugged at your friend before you answered him.
“That’s a beautiful name,” he smiled, making your cheeks feel hot. “I couldn't help but overhear your problem. I think I can help if you're serious.”
Your friend's eyes were as large as saucers, no doubt noticing just how hot he was. “Wait. Really?” You asked.
This gorgeous man heard everything you said and wanted to make your fantasy a reality?
Your heart fluttered when he smiled more. “Really.”
“You're fucking with her right?” Your friend scoffed. “You thought it'd be a funny joke to say that? That's pretty fucked up. You should mind your own business.”
His gaze flickered toward her. “And I think it's pretty fucked up that this beautiful gem is on the verge of tears because she's unhappy and you'd rather roll your eyes and brush off her feelings,” he said, directing his gaze back at you once he finished.
Both of you gasped, you from shock that he defended you and her from offense. “That. That's not what I did!” She argued.
“She’s just trying to keep my feet on the ground,” you said to keep the peace. There was no reason to make a scene.
He softly smiled. “Well, I'd like to pay for your meal, if you'll let me,” he said, flagging the server down before he leaned over to hand you a business card with a wink. There was no ring on his ring finger, which was a good sign. “And I really can help you with your problem. So, if you're interested, call me.”
You glanced at the card in your hand and ran your thumb along the name…
Whose name is it?
Well. Who is it, lovelies? Love and thanks for playing! ❤️
Summary: Imagine your favorite babe being your professor that you had a crush on the whole semester. You both met up after finals week for coffee. One thing led to another, and he found himself walking into your off campus apartment.
This fic contains: professor x student relationship, making out, flirting, consent is major key, praise kink, oral sex, boob worship, penetration, cum eating, babe calls reader 'bub', reader calls babe 'sir', implied round 2
Word Count: 1.4k
Notes: When @bucks-and-noble announced they will be hosting a Choose Your Babe Challenge, I was very excited to share a piece that I revisited after abandoning it years ago. It was mainly for an old AU, but decided to make the love interest open to interpretation. With that being said, let your imagination run wild and picture you and your favorite babe in this little scenario.
“Well, this is it,” you said to your professor. “Welcome to my apartment.” You extended your arms out as if your living space was on display. The professor scanned your apartment in silence and you watched his face, waiting for him to say something.
“This is nice,” he simply stated. He sensed you were uneasy by the way you searched the room for something to entertain him with. To be fair, you were uneasy. You spontaneously invited him to your apartment after kissing him not too long ago. Anything could happen at this point. Sure, you imagined what it would be like to be intimate with your professor, but who would have predicted your delusions would become reality?
His eyes fell upon a wall of Polaroid pictures of you and your roommates. He remembered seeing your roommates once from afar as he walked you out of his office hours. Neither of you wanted office hours to end that day, but he had another class to teach and you already planned to meet your roommates for lunch. You waved goodbye to him before joining your roommates and disappearing into the crowd of students.
“Oh yeah, my roommates and I like to take Polaroids whenever we have a good day,” you chimed in, noticing the way he examined the wall. He turned his gaze back to you, tilting his head in curiosity.
You continued, “For example, if we talked to someone we liked, we’d take a Polaroid to capture how we looked in that moment of pure happiness, you know.” Your professor nodded. Then, you pointed to a picture towards the top of the wall.
“That picture right there was the first day of classes. The day I met you.” Your cheeks warmed up at the memory. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you that day and my roommates kept egging me on about what made me so giddy. I just told them I met someone and they took a picture of me without my knowledge. I was confused but then when it developed, I just…looked so happy. They say they’ve never seen me smile like that and that was when we started our ‘Wall of Candid Happiness’ as my roommates like to call it.”
The professor stepped closer to you and gently took your hand in his. Your eyes immediately locked with one another.
“I don’t know how you do it, but you always find a way to make me crazy for you.” He closed the space between you and your lips. Your tongues easily slipped into each other’s mouths as he slid your coat off. Before the kiss deepened, you both separated, giggling while avoiding each others’ gazes.
“Oh, umm, please make yourself at home. I can take your coat.” The professor handed you his coat. “I have Netflix so you can watch whatever you want.” You gave him space to take off his shoes and head into the living room.
“I know we just came back from coffee, but would you like anything? Water-”
“Water is fine,” He responded, taking his glasses off. “Thank you.” He flashed his signature smile before wiping the lens with his sweater.
He turned on Netflix and noticed your profile named ‘bub’. A smile quirked on his face as he clicked on your profile. You joined him on his side at the couch, placing two glasses of water on the coffee table.
The professor turned towards you. “So…is there any meaning behind ‘bub’.”
Your cheeks warmed up and you grinned softly. “Oh, it’s something my parents always called me growing up. Sorry, it’s silly-“
“No, it’s not silly. I think it’s cute. Like you.”
You give him a quick kiss before spending the next few minutes deciding what to watch. Eventually, you both agreed to watch the latest holiday rom-com featured on Netflix to get in the spirit. You and your professor started off a lil far apart but slowly moved closer to one another until your head is on his shoulder and his arm is wrapped around you. When the movie ended, you peered longingly into each other’s eyes.
Without an exchange of words, you leaned forward to kiss him. He cupped your cheeks with his large hands while kissing you back. He pushed you back onto the couch and he crawled on top of you.
“Is this okay?” You only nodded your head and he stopped.
“If you want me to continue, I want to hear a clear yes from you.” He paused. “Are you okay if I’m on top of you like this?”
“Yes, professor.”
He smiled at your response. “Good girl.” He continued kissing you and you subconsciously ground your hips up against his. A smirk formed on his lips.
“Did you like being called a good girl?”
“Yes it was so hot!” Your pupils were dilated and eyelids hooded.
“Noted.” He kissed your neck, relishing the way your moans progressively got louder.
“I’ve thought about you every night.” You gasped as he sucked a sensitive part of your neck. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind the first time I saw you. I can’t believe this is happening.”
“You’ve thought about me?” He licked his lips, his cock straining in his pants.
“Yes.”
“What did you think about?” Your professor inquired.
“A lot of things.” You laughed nervously, trying to avoid his intense stare, but he gripped your chin firmly.
“Like what?”
As if put under a spell, you confessed how you thought about him kissing your naked body, sucking hickies into your skin. The professor unraveled your layers of clothing as you spoke, fulfilling each fantasy that spilled from your lips. He claimed ownership of your bare skin with purplish red marks.
“Tell me more about what your pretty little head was thinking about.”
While you revealed to him how you wanted him to lick and suck your nipples, he slowly unclasped your bra, your breasts in full view. A growl rumbled from his chest to throat before he latched onto one of your tits. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he worshiped your breasts with his mouth and hands.
As his lips traveled south, you were a panting mess. You mustered up the last bit of clarity you had to tell him the main fantasy that plagued your head.
“The one thing that kept me up at night was thinking of your face between my legs.” The professor yanked your jeans off, along with your panties, revealing your wet pussy. Having your professor this close to your core felt like a fever dream. One you refused to wake up from.
“Let’s see if you taste as delicious as your moans sound.” With that, he dove his head to where you craved him the most, causing you to scream in pleasure. His tongue trailed over your slit, collecting the nectar that dripped from you. Just a single taste from you, and he was already addicted. He maintained eye contact with you while he ate you like his last meal.
After you came in his mouth, he licked his lips. The professor hopped back on top of you before desperately undoing his pants. It didn’t take long for him to stroke his spit over his cock before sliding into you. You yelped at his size and he interlocked his hands with yours while comforting you.
“Fuck, bub, you are so beautiful! My beautiful bub. So good for me.” He fucked you more passionately until you were both moaning.
“You feel so good inside of me. Keep fuckin me like that, please, sir, please!” Hearing you call him sir unlocked something in him that he pinned your hips down and hammered into you.
“F-fuck, baby, that’s s-so hot. S-say that again, bub.”
“Keep fuckin me, sir. Just like that. Yes yes yes, sir!”
He fucked you until you were shaking underneath him. Your professor’s thrusts become uneven, leading him to eventually pull out of you and release his load over your stomach. Dipping a finger in the sticky puddle, you licked up the cum off of you until you were clean and you curled up into him.
“Oh my god, you’re so good.” The professor sighed, kissing the top of your head.
“Yeah, so much better than my dreams.”
You made out for a bit and he pulled you into his warm body to cuddle you more. After spending moments in silence, listening to each other’s breathing, you called out his name, his first name.
“Yes, bub?”
“Can I give you a blowjob?”
“Of course you can.” He pulled you into another kiss. “Let me see what my beautiful girl can do with that mouth.”
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Members of the @bucks-and-noble had the opportunity to participate in a challenge to create works (writing, graphics, etc) that were READER X AMBIGUOUS LEAD focused. Something where that lead - or babe - wasn't specifically defined. There may be shades or hints of a specific leading man or woman, but open enough to be interpreted into anyone/many-one at the reader's discretion.
Trick-or-treat yourself to indulging in these works:
⸮⸮⸮ When Delusions Become Reality by @tom-whore-dleston
male professor x female student reader, 1.4k words, smut
content/warnings: professor x student relationship, making out, flirting, consent is major key, praise kink, oral sex, boob worship, penetration, cum eating, babe calls reader ‘bub’, reader calls babe 'sir’, implied round 2
⸮⸮⸮ Calgon, Take Me Away by @navybrat817
reader x stranger, 900 words
content/warnings: None really. Reader is just done with some parts of adulting.
⸮⸮⸮ The Princess and The Villain by @witchywithwhiskey
soft!dark male character x female reader, 1.7k words
content/warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), dark themes, abduction, drugging, dirty thoughts and fantasies (including nonconsensual somnophilia), sadism, dacryphilia, a dangerously delusional man
⸮⸮⸮ All the Pieces Fall by @buckets-and-trees
male lead x female reader, 3.1k words, smut
content/warnings: exes to lovers; explicit smut: oral (female receiving), vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex; use of pet name (sweetheart); fluff
Thank you so much to our members who participated through creating or reading and reblogging these works!
Characters/Pairings: female!reader x BABE OF YOUR CHOICE
Word Count: 3.1k
Summary: After leaving the man you adored to chase your dreams, you're faced with the nightmare of bumping into him again when you least expect it.
Content/Warnings: exes to lovers; explicit smut: oral (female receiving), vaginal intercourse, unprotected sex; use of pet name (sweetheart); fluff
Author Note: A little something for @stargazingfangirl18 for her birthday/birthday bonenanza. I couldn't decide which babe to write for you for your birthday, so take a deep breath, close your eyes, make a wish while you blow out your birthday candles, and pick whoever you want! Exes to lovers, a few of your dialogue prompts (bolded/italicized), and a kink or two from your prompt list...
Additional Note: I'm also submitting this for the @bucks-and-noble Choose Your Babe challenge. I gave this babe blue eyes, but that's it.
You felt someone’s eyes on you before you turned around.
When you did turn only to discover they were his eyes, your stomach dropped while your heart shot into your throat.
Him.
Why did it have to be him?
He nodded, a ghost of a smile on his face.
All flights were grounded with the torrential rains, so there were hundreds of passengers stranded just like you, but of all the days and all the destinations, to be stranded during a layover in Dallas with your ex was the last thing you wanted.
As you walked away from the booking counter and the tall, handsome man who occasionally still haunted your dreams approached you, you reminded your body that you did not crave his touch anymore. You were well past that.
Your heart did not stutter when he uttered your name in greeting.
(It did.)
But you managed to give him a convincingly strong hello in return, and his smile grew and warmed.
“Your flight delayed until tomorrow now, too?” he asked.
“Yes,” you sighed.
“Do you have a place to stay yet?”
“No.” You frowned. It had been in the back of your mind, but the first concern had been getting confirmation on when you could fly out.
“I own a hotel nearby. Let me put you up for the night – I won’t take no for an answer.”
There was a tiny part of you that wanted to say no, aware of the slippery slope of entering his orbit again. But after hours of being delayed already, you were tired. Not having to worry about something you were sure was going to be a nightmare to arrange with so many other passengers stranded was an offer you didn’t want to refuse.
“Thank you, that’s an incredibly generous offer.”
He shook his head with a slight chuckle. “It’s really not. It’s entirely selfish.”
He took a half step closer to you.
The proximity forced you to have to raise your chin to look into his eyes.
“I knew I couldn’t chase after you when you left, but I was sure one day our paths would cross again. Now I have one night either to get closure or to convince you to come back to me.”
You opened your mouth, but didn’t know what to say.
He traced the line of your jaw with his finger, then nudged your chin, closing your mouth.
“Let’s go,” he said.
With a single nod, he turned, another man approached and took your bag for you, and you hurried along to fall into step with him.
You knew your ex had done well in the years you had been apart. It had been hard to ignore him in the news as his company grew and expanded, brought other companies under its umbrella, built a new headquarters in another city on the other side of the country, and on and on.
He only touched you to put his hand at the small of your back when he opened the door of a sleek, black SUV, waiting at the curb outside the terminal of the airport. He walked around the back and sat on the other side.
He engaged you effortlessly in small talk from the airport to the hotel.
He swept you away to have dinner with him the moment the two of you arrived.
He easily convinced you to stay for dessert after the exquisite dinner the two of your shared.
The evening was too easy, the conversation too effortless.
At least on the surface.
You enjoyed every moment, and yet you itched for him to touch you, to look at you in the piercing way he used to, to ask for an explanation as to why you’d cut and run.
But he didn’t.
And he had been content to keep talking until you finally had to try and stifle a yawn. Only then did he suggest it was time to retire.
As the two of you left the restaurant, a concierge approached and handed two small keycard envelopes to him. He nodded and thanked his staff and led you to the bank of elevators.
He looked in each envelope, then handed one to you. There was a soothing ding, and one of the elevators opened for the two of you.
He pressed two buttons – one for your floor, and one for the top floor.
The two of you rode up in silence. You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve.
When the lift stopped at your floor – only two below his – you started to step out, saying, “Well-”
But he cut you off, grabbing your wrist, and putting his other hand out to hold the elevator doors open. “Stay with me tonight.”
You looked at where he held your wrist in time to see as his hand slid down to hold your hand instead. Then he lifted your hand to his lips. Tentatively, eyes locked on yours, he kissed it softly. The friendliness that had shone through his face all evening was gone, replaced with an intense hunger.
You stepped back into the elevator, closer to him than before.
The elevator doors slid closed behind you.
You took a deep, steadying breath, then said. “I’m sure you could talk me into saying ‘yes’ to whatever you want.”
His eyes darkened, and he licked his lips.
Moments later when the lift opened to the top floor, he led you by the hand quickly and quietly down the hallway to the penthouse suite.
The moment you were inside, he closed the door, and pressed you up against it, crashing his lips to yours in a searing kiss.
You responded instantly, muscle memory taking over as your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. His lips were just as you remembered - warm, demanding, intoxicating. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, and he pressed closer, one hand cupping your face while the other gripped your waist. A soft moan escaped you as his tongue swept across your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You granted it willingly, melting into him as the kiss deepened.
Suddenly, reality came crashing back. You broke away, putting a hand on his chest, breathless, your head spinning. "Wait," you gasped. "We shouldn't..."
He rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You bit your lip, looking straight into his eyes again. You could feel the ache for him in your bones as much as you could feel your heaving chests pressed against each other in that moment.
“But why?” you had to ask, even though you could only manage a whisper.
He took a step back, his hands sliding down to gently grasp yours. His eyes never left yours as he spoke, his voice soft but filled with emotion.
"Why? Because from the moment I first saw you, you've been etched into my soul. Every day we spent together only confirmed it. When you left, it felt like you took a piece of me with you. I tried to fill that void with work, with success, but nothing could replace you.
“After a while, it hurt less, but I could still feel the lack. I've replayed every moment we shared, wondering what I could have done differently. I've imagined a thousand scenarios where you stayed, where we built a life together.”
You had replayed and imagined different scenarios, too. No one had ever matched him and the place he had inhabited in your heart.
“But I don’t think a life together is lost for us either,” he said, bringing his hand back to cup your cheek.
“But don’t you want to know why I left?”
“I know why you left.”
You frowned. “Then why didn’t you come after me?”
“Because I know why you left. You wanted more and you were worried if you stayed you wouldn’t find it.”
Tears welled in your eyes, because it was true. He was growing and changing, moving forward. Your friends at the time had been getting married and having babies. You wanted that, too, but at the time you felt like everyone was leaving you behind. And so you’d left instead of being left behind.
“I’ve followed you following your dreams. If I get one night with you now and still have to wait for forever later, I’ll do it. You’re the only one I want.”
“Even after all this time?”
“Has there been anyone else for you?”
“No,” you confessed.
“There couldn’t be for me, either,” he said fervently.
You surged forward and kissed him. “I want more than only one night,” you rushed between eager kisses.
He smiled against your lips, his hands sliding down to your hips. "All my nights belong to you," he murmured, pulling you closer.
Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt as he trailed kisses along your jaw. The familiar yet electrifying sensation of his lips on your skin sent shivers down your spine. You gasped as he found the sensitive spot just below your ear, the one he always knew drove you wild.
"I've missed you," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. "Every inch of you."
You managed to push his shirt off his shoulders, running your hands over his toned chest. He was still as fit as you remembered, perhaps even more so. Your touch seemed to ignite something within him, and suddenly you were being lifted, your legs wrapping instinctively around his waist.
He carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the plush king-sized bed. The city lights twinkled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a soft glow across the room. He hovered above you, his eyes roaming your face as if committing every detail to memory.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be ruined for anyone or anything else.”
In response, you pulled him down for another passionate kiss. Your hands explored the planes of his back as he settled between your legs, the weight of him both familiar and thrilling. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, his fingers working deftly to unbutton your blouse, his lips lavishing heated attention to each inch of skin as it was revealed. He was committed to relearning your body with reverent touches and tender kisses, but you could feel the frenzy building. You arched into him, desperate for more contact, more friction, impatient and needing him. Both of you broke apart to finish tearing off your remaining clothes, and then your came back together. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer as he began to worship your body. His lips never left your skin, whispering words of adoration between heated kisses. Your fingers dug into his back, urging him closer, desperate to erase any remaining distance between you.
Finally, his lips found the soaked slit of you, and you keened and arched beneath him. He chuckled and put an arm firmly over your hips to keep you pinned for him.
His tongue teased along your folds, building the ache within you to a fever pitch. You writhed against his hold, desperate for more. When he finally slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you cried out in ecstasy. He worked you expertly, his mouth and fingers in perfect synchronization, quickly pushing you to the edge.
"Let go for me, sweetheart," he murmured against your skin. "I want to taste you."
His words, combined with a particularly skillful flick of his tongue, sent you careening over the edge. You came with a cry of his name, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. He didn't let up, working you through your orgasm until you were a quivering mess beneath him.
As you came down from your high, he kissed his way back up your body, settling between your thighs. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and you ached to have him inside you. Your hands roamed his back, pulling him closer as you nipped at his earlobe.
"Please," you whispered, your voice husky with need. "I want you."
He groaned, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he slowly pushed into you. You both gasped at the sensation, the familiar yet electrifying feeling of being joined again after so long apart. He stilled for a moment, his forehead resting against yours, both of you savoring the connection.
"You feel like home," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours.
Slowly, he began to move, setting a languid pace that had you arching beneath him, desperate for more. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper with each thrust. The room filled with the sounds of your mingled gasps and moans.
His pace quickened, driven by your encouraging moans and the way your nails raked down his back. You met him thrust for thrust, your bodies finding that perfect rhythm you'd always shared. His lips found yours again, swallowing your moans as he drove you closer to the edge. The tension built between you, a coiling spring of pleasure winding tighter and tighter.
"God, I've missed this," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Missed you. So much."
You could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your body. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, sparks of pleasure shooting through you with each movement. You were close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
He seemed to sense it, one hand sliding between your bodies to find that sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingers worked in tight circles, perfectly in sync with his thrusts, until you cried out in ecstasy beneath him, body contracting with your climax. He pulled out and flipped you over onto your stomach.
You gasped as he entered you again from behind in one smooth thrust, his chest pressed against your back. His arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close as he set a frantic pace. The new angle had you seeing stars, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside you.
"You're mine," he growled in your ear, his voice rough with passion. "Say it."
"Yours," you moaned, pliant and helpless beneath him. "I'm yours."
His left hand found your left hand, and his fingers tangled with yours into the sheets he drove into you relentlessly. You could feel another orgasm building, your oversensitive body trembling with each powerful thrust. This angle, how deep he could hit inside of you, was always your undoing. His breath was hot against your neck as he peppered kisses along your shoulder.
"Come for me again, sweetheart," he demanded, his right hand sliding down to where you were joined. "One more time."
It was all you needed to fall over one final ledge. His thrusts became erratic as your walls squeezed around his throbbing cock, and then he shouted as he released deep inside of you. He collapsed on top of you, and you welcomed the heavy weight of him. You reached back and threaded your fingers through his hair, humming in contentment, his half-hard cock still inside you.
Finally, he rolled to the side, pulling you with him so you were nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound in the room was your gradually slowing breaths and the distant hum of the city outside. You traced lazy patterns on his chest, relishing the familiar warmth of his skin.
"I can't believe this is real," you murmured, still feeling dazed from the intensity of your reunion.
He chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "I've dreamed of this moment for so long," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
You propped yourself up on an elbow, looking into his eyes. The vulnerability you saw there made your heart ache. "I'm sorry I left," you whispered, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertips. "I was scared and foolish."
He caught your hand and pressed a kiss into your palm. “You might have been scared, but you weren’t foolish. It hurt like hell to let you go, and the only thing that kept me sane was the belief that it wouldn’t hurt so much if I didn’t love you more than anything else in this world.”
Your breath caught in your chest.
“I never stopped loving you. I didn’t get to ask you then, so I’m asking you now: marry me.”
You laughed nervously. “That’s not a question.”
“So?”
“We live on different sides of the country!”
“Are you making excuses because you’re nervous or because you want to say no?”
You bit your lip.
This seemed impossible, and yet how easy had it been to slip into simply being with him again? From the hours of easy conversation earlier in the evening to the intensity of both the physical and emotional intimacy between you, nothing had been forced, it only felt like using muscles that hadn’t been tested in a while but were still there.
“I was actually heading back home for a final interview.”
“Home as in…?”
“As in our home. I didn’t know if I’d take the job, I was worried about seeing you again.”
“And now?”
“Now when they ask me if I’m serious about considering a relocation across the country, I can say I’m highly motivated so I can be in the same city as my fiancé.”
His eyes lit up with a mixture of joy and disbelief. "Is that a yes?”
You nodded, a smile spreading across your face. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you."
He pulled you close, capturing your lips in a kiss that was equal parts tender and passionate. When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless and grinning.
"I can't believe this is happening," you murmured, tracing the lines of his face with your fingertips.
He caught your hand and pressed a kiss to your ring finger. "Believe it. I'm never letting you go again."
You snuggled closer to him, relishing the warmth of his body against yours. "So, what now?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckled softly. "Sleep. Then breakfast and more sex, probably not in that order. Catch our flight, then ring shopping before dinner. Figure out the rest after that?”
You nodded. “Together,” you said.
“Together,” he echoed before kissing you again.
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