I wanna get back to writing full fic eventually so I’m gonna have a slow start by writing some scenes from this au - I haven’t written in forever and make no promises about finishing anything but please lmk if its any good
Buck stares at Tommy’s phone screen like he’s never seen one before. His first reaction is a painful tug on his heartstrings when he sees that his contact name still reads “Evan ❤️”, meaning that Tommy has never changed it, even during all their time apart.
But that tiny spark of hope is largely overshadowed by the cold feeling that slams into him when he sees Tommy’s text, the text he never got, and the reply coming from his own number.
Don’t contact me again.
“I… I didn’t… send this,” he mutters quietly, confused, “What..”
“Buck-” Tommy is using that tone with him, painfully gentle, but his blood is rushing in his ears so fast he barely hears it.
“I didn’t send this,” he says louder, “What the hell, Tommy, I swear I never even got that text!”
He wrestles his basket of baked goods onto his hip, fumbling in his jeans for his phone, he pulls up his messages and thrusts the screen at Tommy, who pockets his own phone and takes Buck’s with both hands. He looks at it for a few seconds, then back up at Buck like he’s searching for something in the desperation on his face.
Tommy moves half a step so he’s no longer blocking the door.
warnings: DEAD DOVE! DO NOT EAT!! 18+ MDNI!!! possessive yandere joong, time outs, humiliation, forced pet play, reader made to get in a cage and be hand-fed, captive reader, mind-breaking, fem reader, unwanted (?) praise
word count: 1432
author's note: helloo everyone. i'm sorry i haven't posted in ages. i hope you guys like this one, it's been finished for 2 months and just sitting in my docs bc i've been too scared to post it. this is inspired by A Puppy's Place by @last-words-ofashootingstar and the song mutt by Sophie Meiers
You don’t even remember what started it. Something small. Something that used to matter before all this. A stupid argument, a crack in the mask—you let it slip. Let yourself rise just a little too high.
He didn’t yell back.
That was the first warning.
He just stared at you, standing there in the middle of the living room with your chest heaving and your hands clenched into fists.
And he waited.
Waited until the anger drained out of you and left behind something colder. Something crawling in your gut.
“I said I’m not your fucking pet,” you snap. Quieter now, but still defiant. Still too much.
He tilts his head.
You regret it the moment the words hit the air.
Silence stretches.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur. “It slipped—”
“You’ve been acting up,” he says, calm. Not angry. Not loud.
Which is worse.
You blink, throat dry. “I was just—”
“Sit,” he says, and you do. On the floor. In the middle of the kitchen, like a dog waiting for scraps.
He crouches in front of you, expression unreadable. Close enough that you can see the faint bloodstain on his sleeve. Not yours. Not today.
“How long have we lived together now?” he asks softly, brushing hair from your face. His hand is gentle. You think it would hurt less if it weren't.
You swallow. “...Seven weeks.”
He smiles faintly, like he’s proud you remembered.
“Seven weeks. And I’ve been good to you, haven’t I?”
You nod.
“I feed you. I keep you warm. I talk to you when you’re lonely. I let you sit on the couch during movies.”
You nod again, slower. You know where this is going. You want to scream, but you can’t. Not yet.
“And yet…” He stands now, towering over you. “You’ve started talking back. Getting louder.”
Your mouth opens. “I haven’t—”
“Shh.”
That sharp little hiss slices through your voice like a scalpel.
He crouches lower so he’s eye level with you.
“Let’s go over the rules again,” he murmurs. “Where do animals sleep?”
You stiffen.
He waits.
Your lips part, but your throat locks. Shame wells hot in your chest.
“Say it,” he whispers.
You freeze. Everything in your body says don’t answer. Don’t give him the satisfaction. Don’t shrink for him.
But you already are.
“…In cages,” you finally breathe.
He smiles, soft and satisfied. “Good girl.”
You want to cry.
“And what are you?” he continues.
The words stick.
He tilts his head, like he’s studying something interesting in your eyes. “What are you?” he asks again. “After everything I’ve done for you. After everything you’ve become.”
You shake your head.
But his hand closes around your jaw, firm but never bruising.
“What are you?”
You squeeze your eyes shut. The words fall from your mouth like a confession.
“…An animal.”
His hand drops. He exhales like that’s what he’s been waiting for all night.
“That’s right.”
He gestures with a nod of his chin toward the corner of the room. You don’t have to look to know it’s there.
The dog crate.
You haven’t had to sleep in it in almost three weeks.
“Now,” he says, still gentle. “Get in.”
You shake your head once. A twitch. Barely movement. But he sees it.
He steps closer.
You don’t flinch. Not because you're brave—because your body won’t move.
“Get. In.” Each word lands like the snap of a leash.
Your throat is dry. “Please—”
He raises an eyebrow. “You think dogs get to talk back? You think they raise their voice?”
You don’t answer.
He waits.
And waits.
And then, finally, you move.
The carpet burns. Your hands scrape as you crawl across it, shame prickling hot under your skin like a rash. The metal cage looms, open and waiting. You hate how familiar it feels. You hate how small you’ve learned to make yourself.
You slide in.
Your knees curl to your chest. Shoulders hunched. Just like he taught you.
The door shuts behind you with a click.
He doesn’t lock it. He never does. Doesn’t need to anymore.
You wouldn’t dare come out without permission.
He stands over you for a moment—shadow blotting out the ceiling light. Watching. Making sure you stay quiet. Stay curled.
Stay put.
Then he turns and walks away, humming softly to himself.
You stare at the bars.
And you remind yourself, again and again, that you are not a pet.
You are not.
You are not.
But when the lights go out, and the quiet sets in, and you press your cheek to the cool metal floor to sleep—
It’s hard to remember what you were before the cage.
You don’t know how long it’s been.
Hours. Maybe more.
Your breathing’s slowed, but your body’s still tense—curled tight inside the crate like you could disappear into yourself. Like you wouldn’t fill the space at all if you just tried harder.
You hear him return before you see him—soft steps across the carpet, deliberate. No rush. He wants you to hear him coming.
Wants you to think about it.
A bowl scrapes gently across the floor as he crouches in front of the cage.
You don’t look at him.
“Hey,” he says softly.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
“I brought you something.”
You glance at the bowl. It’s torn pieces of bread and cold chicken—the same thing he ate earlier, but colder. Smaller. Stripped.
You hate that you’re hungry. Hate that your mouth waters at the smell of it.
“Come here.”
Still, you don’t move.
A pause.
Then his voice changes—not louder, but heavier. A quiet sternness that coils down your spine like cold breath.
“Come. Here.”
Reluctantly, like your body is someone else’s, you shift forward. Crawl across the crate’s tiny interior until your face is close to the bars. You don’t look at him. You stare past his shoulder. At the wall. At the floor. At anything else.
He reaches through the bars, holding a strip of chicken between two fingers.
“Open.”
You hesitate.
He waits.
“You don’t want to go hungry, do you?” he asks, like he’s giving you a choice. Like he isn’t kneeling there with the only food you’re allowed.
You hate this part.
Hate how familiar it is. Hate that your body already knows what to do.
Slowly, you part your lips.
He slips the bite into your mouth with two fingers. Not roughly. Carefully. Like always.
“Good girl,” he murmurs.
You chew. You swallow. It tastes like cold meat and shame.
Another piece follows.
He doesn’t offer the bowl. Doesn’t let you feed yourself.
He lifts the food to your mouth one piece at a time, hand through the bars like you’re in a zoo, and he’s showing kindness to something wild and sad.
“See?” he says quietly, sliding another bite past your lips. “It’s better when you behave.”
You don’t answer.
He wipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth. The touch makes your stomach turn. Too intimate. Too practiced.
“You don’t like the cage,” he says, “but you always listen better after a night in it.”
His tone is almost mournful.
“You know I don’t want to do this to you,” he says gently, like he’s consoling a child. “This isn’t fun for me.”
Your jaw clenches.
“You think I like putting you in there?” he murmurs, voice low, intimate, like a secret between friends.
“I warned you what happens when you start barking, didn’t I?”
You don’t respond. You stare at the floor of the cage as you chew another piece of cold chicken, fists curled into your sides, breathing thin.
“You think I’m being cruel,” he continues, and you can hear the smile in his voice now. “But if I let you talk to me like that—if I let you yell, disobey, bite—then what? You’ll think it’s okay. You’ll do it again. And again.”
His fingers tap lightly against the metal. Tap. Tap. Tap.
“And that’s not how you train a pet, sweetheart.”
You swallow, and hate that it’s loud enough to hear.
He leans closer, until his face is almost level with yours through the bars. His eyes shine with something patient. Sickly sweet.
“Bad pets need to be punished,” he says softly. “Or they keep making the same mistakes.”
A long, long moment passes.
And then, slowly—your pride breaking somewhere deep inside your ribs—you speak.
“Thank you.”
His expression softens.
“There she is,” he whispers. “There’s my good girl.”
The cage door never opens.
He just strokes his hand once along the bars like he might pat your head if he could.
another angst thought that won't leave my brain: dwobbit frodo au, but canon compliant (aka thorin died in BOFA)
genuinely warning: this is quite angsty!! im putting under the cut so you can escape now while you can!!
like, specifically the thought of bofur visiting bilbo some years after the battle of the five armies, both to check in on him, but also because they were good friends! he had always been charmed by bilbo from the start, always looked out for him.
he goes on the long journey to reach the shire, and upon bilbo's doorstep, bofur is greeted by bilbo with a little lad in his arms, probably a hobbit child, whatever they're called-
oh. oh mahal, the lad is the spitting image of thorin.
he's stunned into silence, almost missing bilbo's warm greeting. and he's still deathly silent when bilbo lets him in, and puts frodo down in the sitting room to let him back to his toys and to serve bofur tea (he had come at precisely the right time!). the sight makes bofur forget all of the funny stories and great news about the rebuilding of erebor, being hit with a thousand realizations at once.
bilbo could have children. thorin and bilbo loved each other. they loved each other so much that there was a physical proof of it. and the pebble had to live without one half of his parents. and bilbo had to raise a lad all on his own.
he asks bilbo how he's holding up, and the hobbit's cheer from bofur's visit withers a little. bilbo responds, quite calmly though, not necessarily with sadness, that he's doing quite fine. and he decides to address the elephant (or rather, oliphaunt) in the room that yes, the little lad in the sitting room is his and thorin's lad, and yes, they did have a relationship of that nature.
and yes, he was carrying frodo during that battle. he hadn't found out till he got home, when symptoms started showing up and he came to the tragic realization himself.
when he got to that part, bofur abandoned his tea and scones and got up to gingerly hug bilbo. he whispered into his friend's hair, from where he stood, apologizing that he couldn't have been there for him. that bilbo should've written and called for the company's support, or at least some of them. that he had to go through the ordeal of bringing a child into the world alone. bilbo reassured him that he'd had a few close cousins of his help him, but he knew. he would've appreciated the company of bofur.
the two friends just stood in the silence, bofur stroking bilbo's arm gently.
he asks if it would make bilbo better to talk about frodo. all his milestones, and his adventures as a growing boy. and bilbo smiles wetly, and nods, wiping the tears from his eyes. but he'd like to hear how erebor is holding up first.
Notes: I hc Ace as transmasc and in this fic he’s a kid for most of it and referred to as “she” or “girl”
Also mind the random ass gap I tried fixing it but yeah
ao3 link
The sounds of people walking were overwhelming.
A small boy had his head sunk in between his knees while in complete tears.
“Hello!”
As the boy brought his head up he was greeted with the face of a bunny plushie.
“H-huh?”
He backed away and saw a ginger haired girl with a black headband. She smiled at him, mouth wide with a notable missing tooth, ‘Whatcha doing?”
“U-um…”
She sat next to him and her smile faded, “Were you crying? What happened?”
“Um um…..” He sniffled, “I can’t find my mom…”
“Oh….” She looked at the boy with pity, “I bet she’ll show up soon! Hey, how about I wait with you?”
The boy looked confused. He didn’t even know who this girl was and yet she was asking to stay with him, “Huh? Wait, what about your parents?”
She paused and looked around, “Oh looks like I lost mine too, hm! Well they gotta find me soon! Same with your mom! No worries!”
The girl stretched her legs out and swayed her feet, resting the rabbit plush in her arms.
Seconds and minutes went by in silence, until the girl “I like your ears by the way!”
“My…ears?”
She pointed up.
The boy made a little tug at his rabbit headband, “Oh…thanks…..your little bunny is cute.”
The girl held the bunny up, “Thank you! Papa got it for me! We came here to visit so he could do a mini show!”
“Show?”
She nodded, “He’s a magician! He can do all sorts of cool tricks! One time he managed to pull 12 whole rabbits out of a hat! And get this: HE DOESN’T EVEN HAVE MAGIC!!! Papa’s just that cool!”
“Woah, that does sound cool.” The boy’s eyes sparkled.
“Oh oh! Once we find our parents, you could come watch him later!”
“Really?”
She nodded.
The boy wiped his previously watery eyes and made a small smile.
The girl ended up jolting as they heard someone call her name.
“There you are!”
A taller boy with similar colored hair walked up and tugged on the girl’s arm.
“Running off like that is how you get kidnapped, you know?”
The girl stuck her tongue out at the older boy as the smaller boy beside them watched. He assumed that the older boy must’ve been her brother.
“Oh oh, can we wait a bit?” She got out of her brother’s grasp and sat beside the smaller boy again, “I promised I’d stay with him until his mom found him!”
As if on cue however,
“DEUCE, oh my seven there you are!”
A young blonde woman came running and immediately hugged the boy extremely tight.
“I’m sorry I am so sorry. My eyes left you for one second and you weren’t there! I was so worried, are you alright?”
The boy hugged his mother just as tightly, starting to tear up again, “I’m fine mama! I was upset for a bit but um…”
He pulled away and looked at the ginger haired girl.
“She made things better!”
The girl made a bright grin and waved.
The boy’s mother smiled back at her, “Why thank you!”
“No problem!”
The older ginger rolled his eyes, “Great can we go now?”
“Fiiiiine.” The girl turned around and made her rabbit plush wave at the boy, “Byyyyeee, see you later!”
The boy smiled again and waved her off, “See you later!”
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An older Deuce Spade eyed the entrance of his new dorm. This will mark his new start! The entirely new Deuce, someone to make his mother proud.
“Yo!” Someone bumped his shoulder.
He looked at the new student and it was a ginger haired boy with striking red eyes.
“You’re a freshman right?” The boy asked.
“Uh…ye-“
“So you think that whole orientation thing was totally nuts right?”
“Well-“
“What do you think happened to that weird weasel thing?”
“I have….no clue….”
‘This guy isn’t even letting me get a word in…’
“Hey, idea!” The boy made a mischievous grin, "What do ya say we take a tiny peak at the headmages office?”
“Eh? You mean like, break in or something?”
“Hey! I wouldn’t put it like that now. You in or what?”
‘What was this guy’s deal? That just sounded like he was looking to get into some sort of trouble.’
Before Deuce could reject the offer one of their upperclassmen came up behind them.
“Whatcha talking about?”
The red eyed boy jolted and turned around, “Ah! Where did you come from!?”
Their upperclassmen giggled, “FYI, if you skip out on the welcome party, Riddle’ll have your head.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it! Who would want to skip out on your amazing party?” He elbowed Deuce’s arm slightly, “We’re so grateful that you put it together for us. Right?”
“Huh?” The red eyed boy gave Deuce a small look, “Oh, yes! Of course!”
Luckily their upperclassman didn’t bother to pry anymore and moved on with the event.
“Something tells me this dorm has tough surveillance.” The boy sighed, “The food looks good at least. I’ll be at the snack table. See you around…uh?”
“Ah, it’s Deuce.”
“Deuce….” The boy stared as if he was trying to remember something but pushed past it, “Well, I’m Ace! See ya around!”
Ace made a wave as he wandered further into the party.
“Yeah, see you around….”
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And so they forget each others names by like a day
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୨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: a very special christmas gift for husband!han jisung ♡ 900w
ʚɞ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: san-ta, ba-by !! (i'm such a lauver and have such bad baby fever rn, that's all the context you get!
ʚɞ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: pregnancy, mentions of sickness
“I can’t believe you’re still sick on Christmas Eve,” Jisung pouted, gently running a hand through your hair. He stroked your warm cheek, eyes sad, and you offered him a weak smile.
“I’m sorry Ji, I know we had so many plans,” you sighed, snuggling into him. “Don’t let me stop you. You should still go ice skating with the boys; I’m happy to stay at home, I promise.”
“I don’t wanna,” he whined, sliding down the headboard and further under the covers. Anyone else would keep their distance from someone who’d been nauseous for the past week, but you being under the weather only made Jisung clingier. He wanted to take care of you and stay by your side, making sure you were okay every single second of the day, even when you assured him you just needed a glass of water and a good nap.
Despite your slightly more fragile state, the past few weeks in preparation for Christmas had been oh so cosy and domestic, filled with shopping for gifts (although the two of you ended up with more for each other than your friends and family), comfort food at home in front of the tv, watching Elf approximately 12 times (it was Jisung’s ride-or-die Christmas movie, there was no talking him out of it). Something about the colder season meant the two of you were even more inseparable than usual, always needing an arm or a leg thrust over the other to share a little body heat. Although, right now, with Jisung’s face nestled into your neck and his arms around your waist, you were scorching.
“Baby, I’m really hot right now,” you groaned, trying to push him away. Being the clingy menace he was, he simply held you closer, and you sighed.
“Ji, if you don’t let go, I’m probably gonna throw up,” you said, opting for a more direct approach. That got his brain working, knocking him out of his loved-up mind fog. He snapped up, sitting up straight and looking at you intently, brows furrowed with concern.
“Actually?” he asked worriedly.
“Maybe,” you replied, feeling a little bad for scaring him. But you were feeling nauseous, and it had only been getting worse the past few days. You hoped that by tomorrow you’d feel a little better.
Even if it wasn’t physically, you hoped that Jisung’s excitement, something you anticipated in response to the surprise you had for him, would perk you up.
“I’m gonna get you some chamomile,” he declared, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead and scrambling out of the bedroom, leaving you feeling a little dazed. You felt warm, probably from the slight fever, but also because of him.
He was gonna be the best dad.
“I have something for you,” you said suddenly, grabbing the remote and pressing pause on the movie you hadn’t really been paying attention to. The two of you were sprawled on the sofa, Jisung’s head in your lap as you played with his hair. The room was dim and warm, fairy lights sparkling, and it felt magical, yet familiar.
He raised his head curiously. “But it’s not Christmas morning yet,” he replied, looking confused, and you laughed at him.
“I know. It’s not a proper present; it’s more the promise of one,” you explained vaguely, leaning over the armrest of the sofa and handing him a small box.
Jisung raised an eyebrow, then undid the plaid ribbon, opening the box and retrieving a note. “Unfortunately, these things tend to take a while to arrive, but I promise you’ll have it by August! Love you, sweet boy.” Jisung read aloud, then gave you a strange look, thinking it was some weird prank and expecting you to giggle. However, to his surprise, your eyes were a little glassy, and you reached to hold his hand.
Giving it a gentle squeeze as he unfolded the tissue paper one handed, he found a small stick buried at the bottom. A white plastic one.
With two lines on it.
“Oh my god,” Jisung breathed, holding it closer and then dropping it in shock. “Oh my god, is this real?”
“Why do you think I’ve been feeling so crap the past few days?” you giggled in response, but tears were now rolling down your cheeks. “I wanted to tell you earlier, but I thought it would make the perfect surprise.”
“Oh my god,” Jisung repeated, for once lost for words. He suddenly reached forward, cupping your cheeks with his hands and pressing your foreheads together. “I can’t believe it. I’m so happy, baby, you don’t even know. I’ve been wanting this for so long for us.” Then he paused, scrunching up his nose and dropping the test. "Ew. I can't believe I just touched a stick that you peed on."
“Shut up, that's the only way to find out, dumbass. And I know you have, you’re not subtle,” you chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m so glad I get to do this with you, Ji. You’re going to be the best dad.”
He beamed, eyes shiny, then yanked up your tank top. You squealed in shock, but was placated when he pressed a soft kiss to your belly, looking up at you wistfully.
“Are you gonna call the boys and tell them your news?” you asked, running a hand through his hair as he rested his cheek against your stomach.
“Later,” he said, closing his eyes. “Just wanna be with you right now. And our baby.”
"What do you mean 'hell no'? I wanna break up with you cuz I can't stand you anymore."
"Then sit. Why were you standing anyways?"
"This is why!! You aren't taking my words seriously!!And our relationship...It's just- It's not working for me anymore..."
"Then I'll fucking fix it, I'll make it work."
"I don't know if you can... I don't even feel the chemistry we once had anymore."
"Then I'll use my fucking ass quirk to spark it up."
"...I can't face you no more what the actual fuck."
"Then turn around then dumbass."
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
"What is wrong with you."
"There's nothing wrong with me baby, I'm just obsessed with you."
"Your insane..."
"You make me insane. Everything you have, everything you do, just everything about you make me insane."
"Your ridiculous."
"And you love it."
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A/N: Hihi!! Sorry for suddenly disappearing, lifes tough lolss Anyways this was inspired by an ai text story in tiktok that came up to my fyp lmfaoo It gave me motivation to write another oneshot! Might edit this😓‼️
synopsis: when trying to do the nice thing and let your boss know his wife may be unfaithful, this is definitely not what you were expecting.
pairing: chic!reader x older!rafe
w/c: 1-2k
a/n: my first fic omggg 🫣 literally never written smut in my life so keep that in mind!! constructive criticism is always appreciated 🫶🏻
content warnings: age gap (reader is early twenties rafe is late thirties/early fourties), unprotected piv, cheating, tit sucking (+play?) ‘sir’ kink, degrading, use of ‘Y/N’, hair pulling, if there's more lmk !! ❤︎︎ (i lowk got a tad bit lazy toward the end but i still think i did alright ❥)
When you sent in the application for nanny you knew your job could be messy, everyone knew working for Rafe Cameron could be intense, no matter what your job is. Although you’d been warned by family and friends about Rafe, the pay was too good to let pass.
Plus all you were doing was watching his kids a few hours a day, couldn’t be too crazy, right?
The first time you’d became suspicious of Mrs. Cameron was a few months ago, she’d just gotten back from work and you were sitting on the couch with Janey and Noah, reading them a book. “Micheal I gotta go, I just got home and I’m pretty sure you don’t want me kids hearing this.” You’d heard her murmur before hanging up and walking in to greet her children.
You’d convinced yourself you were making a big deal out of nothing, minding rich people’s business, but that didn’t stop you from being nosy. One night you actually had to convince yourself you were hearing things. You’d just put the kids down for bed and were just getting ready to leave, then you heard it. Moans, coming from Mrs. Cameron’s bedrooms, Rafe was gone for a business trip that day, of course a girl could take things into her own hands but this was different.. there was no way this wasn’t two people.
Your final straw was when she forgot her phone and left it face up on the counter one morning. The texts popping up on her screen were obscene, you seen freaky things before but these were another level.. they were from a contact with no picture, the name, “Micheal ❤️🔥”.. when she came back through the front door to grab her phone you acted completely casual, like you didn’t just see ‘Micheal’ say he wanted to bend her over his desk.
Rafe had come home early that same day but went straight to his office, he did this sometimes, coming home just to keep working. You didn’t talk to Rafe much, he was honestly a bit intimidating, you’d never seen him hug his kids or even really smile at them. You gave Noah your phone to play on as Janey watched YouTube on her iPad and got up, walking towards his office. You’d wiped your sweaty palms off on your skirt and knocked twice.
When you didn’t get a response you opened the door, before you could say anything Rafe spoke, firm and loud, “What?” He spat out. “Uhm.. I-I was just wondering if I could talk to you about something.” You say, trying and failing not to sound nervous. “Fine, sure sit down.” You sit in one of the two leather seats in front of his desk, mentally preparing for the conversation you were about to have with your boss.
“I wanted to uhm.. to talk to you about your wife.” You say, looking anywhere but at him. “My wife?” He says, looking up at you for the first time since you sat down. “Yes, I.. I think she may be cheating on you.” You spat out, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. “Cheating.” he lets out a humorless laugh “Are you stupid?” He says, his sarcastic smile dropping. You look straight at him now, your gaze on his. “Sir.. I-I’ve heard her say things.. I’m just tryin-“ he cuts you off “You think I don’t know this?” Your hearts drops, he knew? He knew?
You were speechless for a moment. “Excuse me?” You asked, still completely shocked and confused. “That whore has been cheating on me for forever, I’m only staying for the kids sake. You thought I didn’t know? Do you think I’m stupid?” You could almost laugh, the intimidating, powerful, Mr. Cameron was a cuck? Of course you’d never say that out loud.. “Uhm no.. of course not. I just.. I didn’t know you knew. I’m sorry for wasting your time sir.” You stand up, straightening your skirt out and turning on your heel to leave before he speaks. “Wait.” He says, leaving no room for argument.
You turn back around to face him. “I know why you told me.” You looked at him, confused. “Sorry?” He stands up, walking around his desk, now only about a foot away. “You thought that telling me would make me want to get back at her, with you, maybe?” Your jaw could’ve dropped at that, you were just trying to be nice and he thought you wanted to.. to sleep with him?! “I.. sir I was just trying to be nice.” You say, trying to make it as clear as possible. “No, no. Don’t deny it. I’m not the best boss, you know that. You didn’t do this out of the kindness of your heart.” He says, a grin now painting his face.
Before you can respond he takes your face in his hand. “You don’t have to be embarrassed baby, this is what you wanted right?” He said, a deeper, more sensual tone. You wanted to deny it, it literally wasn’t true. But the way he was looking at you, the way ‘baby’ fell so easily from his lips, you couldn’t help it.. “Y-yeah this is what I wanted..” With that Rafes eyes lit up, he took that as permission, taking your lips in a harsh but passionate kiss. You should’ve pushed him away, you should’ve smacked him as soon as he put his hand on your face, but instead you embraced it, putting your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
You moaned into his lips as he grabbed your thighs and lifted you up, turning you around and sitting you on his desk as you continue to kiss. He pulls away for a moment, pulling your shirt off over your head and throwing it off onto the floor and quickly doing the same to your bra. He took a moment to just look at you, “Fuuuuck you’re gorgeous..” he said, immediately going back into the kiss which was now more fiery, more driven. You worked the buttons on his shirt and he pushes it off of his shoulders.
Everything moved fast after that, his pants were at his ankles and your skirt was lying under you. Rafe moves down, kissing your neck, then your collarbones, then he gets down to your chest, staring at your breasts. You couldn’t even comprehend what was happening before you felt his mouth on one swirling his tongue around the soft nipple, his hand was on the other, pinching it as it hardens, leaving you to let a small whimper out. He smirks against your skin and comes back up to your neck, kissing it once more before turning you around and bending you over his desk.
He pushes your panties to the side and lets out a cocky chuckle as he runs his fingers under them. “You’re fucking soaked baby..” Even though your face was pressed into the desk you could practically hear the smile on his face. Before you could respond his fingers were in you, scissoring them to hit that perfect spot. You let out a loud moan and Rafe pulls them out, leaving you to whine at the loss. He grabs your hair pulling it back hard and rough, his face now next to yours. “Gotta be quiet, can’t have the kids knowing their nanny is a little slut for daddy..”
With that he let your hair go, your face now pressed make against the cold wood of his desk. Quickly he slides his boxers down, his dick leaking precum already. Before he does anything he rubs just the tip over your wet slit, making gasp and slap your hand over your mouth to suppress a moan. Finally, he pushes into you without warning, long and thick around you.
He stays like that for a moment and then starts moving. He fucked into you hard and deep, but not rushed, just passionate. You bite your lip to suppress your moans, some slipping out anyway.
Finally he lets go, going fast, hitting spots that make you see stars, that make you feel something you’ve never felt. You can see him but you can tell his suppressing his own moans as well. “You like that? Huh?” He says, breathlessly in between thrusts. “Like being a whore for your boss?” You can’t even respond fucked dumb, nodding thoughtlessly. You feel yourself getting closer, and closer, each and every thrust.
“I’m— fuck I’m gonna..” you can’t even finish, your release crashing over you like a truck, your legs shaky and sore. His release comes seconds after, warm inside you, you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about that at the moment. You hear him zip his pants up, exhaling tiredly. You stand up finally, your legs still shaky, your hair messy, your face flushed.
He looks completely normal, like he hadn’t just wrecked you. You stand there, waiting for him to say something, anything. After a few moments of silence he speaks up. “What? Get dressed and get back to the kids already, don’t need them walking in here wonderin’ what you’re doing.” You just nod, still out of breath. You grab your shirt and pull it on, along with your skirt, straightening them out before leaving.
You don’t say anything as you walk out the door, you just leave, wondering how your meant to go on like you didn’t get destroyed by your boss..
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