SUMMARY: Rafe comes home in a bad mood and takes it out on his pretty baby.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: smut, slight non con, Rafe Cameron(yes he is a trigger warning), oral sex, sex, dirty talk, degradation, dom/sub, daddy kink, Subby!Reader, Daddy!Rafe, condescending praise…
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Rafe asked you to come over but when you arrived he wasn’t there, you knocked and rang the doorbell but there was no answer. You know where the spare key is and let your self in. You head up to his room thinking he might’ve been listening to music with headphones on or something.
When you discover he isn’t in there either you call and text him, no answer. You sit on his bed cross legged, you wait and wait and when you’re about to leave you hear the front door open and shut loudly.
It startles you but you remain in your spot, heavy steps echoed in the previously empty house. Finally the knob to the room twists and you look up to see Rafe, he is fuming. You have never seen him so upset, he seems to soften around you more than others. You aren’t used to seeing him angry like this.
His breathing is heavy as he slams his bedroom door shut. He turns back to you, eyes meeting yours, “Knees now.”
Your own breath hitches, blood rushing, heart pounding. Before he can chastise you for not listening you stumble off the bed.
You lower yourself down to the ground, on your knees. You look up at him through your fan of lashes, “Be a good girl and suck daddy off, yeah?” You nod not wanting to upset him further.
You undo his belt, the metal clinking. Next goes his fly until his pants are off and his hard cock is straining in his boxers begging for his baby’s attention.
Your tongue darts out to lick your lips as you free his cock. You mouth waters at the sight of the beads of pre cum.
“You know what to do baby, don’t wanna make daddy’s day any worse do you?” You bit you lip shaking your head no. “I let you slide last time but you know the rules, words baby, you have them you use them.”
“Sorry daddy, no I don’t want to make your day worse!” He smirked hand threading into your hair, “of course you don’t bunny, now use your pretty mouth and make daddy cum.”
I’m wearing his favorite pair of my shorts—the white denim ones that ride up so high they’re basically a belt with pockets—and a cropped tank that says Juicy in rhinestones across the chest. I’ve got my phone propped in a ring light stand on his nightstand, a TikTok already cued up. The dance is three moves, max, but the beat is stupidly catchy.
“Simon.” I whisper it first, leaning against the doorframe.
He doesn’t turn. Just holds up a single finger. Wait.
I pout. He can’t see it, but I pout anyway.
The thing is, I’ve been planning this all afternoon. I watched the tutorial fourteen times. I practiced the hip roll in front of the mirror until my lower back ached. And now he’s on some boring Zoom call with people who probably talk about quarterly earnings or whatever. Important, sure. But is any of it as important as me shaking my ass in perfect sync?
I decide: no.
Padding across the carpet, I move into his line of sight. Simon’s eyes flick up. He’s mid-sentence, something about “projected margins.” His gaze catches on me—the hem of the shorts, the rhinestones, the way I’ve already started swaying—and I see the tiniest hitch in his voice. Barely a pause. But I catch it.
He looks back at his screen. His jaw tightens.
I turn around, slowly.
The shorts hug every curve. I know because I bought them a size too small on purpose. I bend at the waist, letting my palms slide down my thighs, and I begin the first move: a slow, exaggerated dip of the hips, left, right, left. My phone’s still propped on the nightstand, camera off, but I don’t need to record this. The only audience I want is him.
“And if we adjust the timeline,” Simon says into his headset, voice steady, “we can probably close before Q3.”
I drop lower. My ass wiggles in a figure-eight pattern that I’ve practiced until my glutes burned. The beat is in my head, pounding, and I let it take over. My fingers trail up my sides, over the ribbed fabric of the tank. I arch my back. The move is supposed to be playful. I make it filthy.
Simon’s voice cracks. Just a little. “…excuse me for one second.”
He mutes the call.
“Babe.” His tone is strained, caught between irritation and something much warmer. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“I know.” I straighten, turn to face him with my best innocent eyes. “But this dance is so easy, and you promised you’d learn it with me. Remember? You said after your last call.”
“This call isn’t over.”
“It’s on mute,” I point out. “They can’t hear you. And it’ll take, like, thirty seconds. I swear.”
Simon runs a hand through his hair. He’s wearing a simple white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and I can see the vein in his forearm pulse. He glances at his laptop screen, where a grid of serious faces waits in frozen silence. Then he looks back at me.
“Thirty seconds,” he repeats.
“Less.” I bounce on my toes. “Come stand behind me. I’ll walk you through it.”
He exhales, long and slow, but he pushes his chair back and stands. The headset stays on. He leaves the mute engaged, but his eyes never leave me as he crosses the room. When he’s close enough, I grab his wrist and tug him into position behind me.
“Okay, so first move is simple. You just shift your weight, like this—” I demonstrate, dropping my hip to the left, then right. “And you let your shoulders go the opposite way. Try it.”
Simon’s hands land on my waist. Not to dance. To stop me.
“I don’t think I can do this right now.”
“Why not?” I twist in his grip to look up at him. His pupils are dilated. His breath comes a little faster.
“Because you’re not teaching me a dance.” His voice is lower now, rougher. “You’re putting on a show. And I’m supposed to be on a call.”
“So turn off the video.”
He doesn’t move. His thumbs press into the soft skin above my hip bones, and I feel the heat of his palms through the denim. The headset is still on. Somewhere on his computer, a muted voice is probably asking if he’s still there.
“I can’t,” he says. “They’ll see me disconnect.”
My heart hammers. The idea blooms fast and wicked.
“Then keep it on.”
Simon’s eyes narrow. “What?”
“Leave the video on. Stay muted. And teach me something instead.” I rock my hips back, pressing against the front of his pants. He’s already hard. I feel it through the fabric, thick and insistent. “You don’t have to say a word. Just… show me what you want.”
His breath hitches. For a long second, he stares at me, and I can see the war happening behind his eyes—professional Simon versus the man who spent last weekend with his face buried between my thighs until I screamed his name into the pillow.
Professional Simon loses.
His hand slides from my waist, down over the curve of my hip, and he grips the hem of my shorts. He tugs, just enough to pull the denim tight across my ass. Then he presses his palm flat, fingers curling inward.
“You want to learn a dance?” His mouth is at my ear, voice a low rumble. “Then keep moving. Don’t stop.”
I obey.
I start swaying again, slow and deliberate. Each roll of my hips grinds me back against his growing erection. His hand stays on my hip, guiding, but he doesn’t try to control the rhythm. He lets me lead. His other hand, the one not gripping me, moves to the waistband of my shorts. He finds the button. Pops it open one-handed.
The denim loosens.
“Look at the camera,” he murmurs.
I turn my head. The laptop screen shows eight faces in a grid. Most of them are looking down, typing, impatient. One woman stares directly at the camera, brow furrowed. She sees us. She must.
I don’t look away.
Simon’s fingers slide inside my shorts, past the elastic of my panties. He finds me slick, ready, and I hear his sharp inhale when he touches the wet heat. He doesn’t tease. He pushes one finger inside me, shallow, just enough to make my knees buckle.
I gasp. My rhythm breaks.
“Keep dancing,” he says against my neck.
I try. I really do. But his finger is moving now, curling, finding that spot that makes my vision go spotty. My hips stutter. The dance becomes a desperate roll, less choreography, more plea.
“Simon.” His name comes out breathy.
“You wanted my attention.” He adds a second finger, and I bite my lip so hard I taste copper. “You’ve got it. Now show them how much you like it.”
The woman on the laptop screen has stopped typing. Her mouth is slightly open.
I don’t care.
I reach behind me, fumbling for his belt buckle. My fingers find the leather, the cold metal, and I work it open with clumsy urgency. The headset shifts on his ear. Someone on the call says his name, tentative.
Simon ignores them.
He pulls his fingers out of me, wet and glistening, and I hear the sound of his zipper lowering. The rustle of fabric. Then the thick, hot press of him against the bare skin of my ass.
He doesn’t push inside. Not yet.
“Say it,” he says. “Say you want me to fuck you while they watch.”
I look at the camera. At the frozen faces, the waiting silence. My mouth opens.
It was a rainy evening in the luxurious penthouse owned by your famous boyfriend, Henry. The contrast between the two of you was almost absurd—you were a photographer just at the beginning of your career, while he was a worldwide Hollywood star. Yet you had never felt lesser than him. If anything, you sometimes found yourself wondering how someone like him had chosen you when he could have had almost any celebrity at his feet. You were curled up on the leather couch, watching something on the TV while rain poured against the enormous windows overlooking the city. Then, you heard the private elevator open. You turned your head, and there he was.
Fuck, he looked amazing.
He had just returned from the gym, his hair slightly messy and his skin still glistening with sweat. At six-foot-one, with a muscular build and that effortlessly handsome face, he was enough to make your heart skip a beat every time you saw him. A smile immediately spread across your face as you got up and ran toward him, wrapping your arms around him. "How was your day, baby?" he asked, his voice low and slightly rough. "Good. I missed you," you murmured, holding onto him. "It's been raining all day." He chuckled, looking down at you with an amused smile "Are you in the mood for cuddles, aren't you, angel?" You smiled and nodded. He took your hand and led you toward the master suite, and you followed closely behind him like a little puppy. When he reached the luxurious marble bathroom, he glanced over his shoulder at you. "Angel, I need to shower now, okay?" You nodded, lingering by the doorway. A quiet, rough laugh escaped him. "What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You want to watch me shower?" You gave him a shy little smile and nodded. He laughed again before gently lifting you and setting you down on the bathroom counter. "Alright, troublemaker," he murmured, shaking his head as he turned toward the shower. He stepped out of his clothes, and you couldn't help but stare at his beautiful body his cock was huge and veiny, completely mesmerized, just like the first time you'd ever seen him. He caught you looking almost immediately, a knowing smile appearing on his face. "See something you like, doll?" he teased. You quickly looked away, embarrassed, a shy smile tugging at your lips as you nodded. He let outa quiet laugh as he stepped beneath the warm spray of the shower. "You know you haven't been good, doll. The tantrum you threw the other day wasn't forgotten." You knew he would bring that up. It wasn´t like it was your fault you just got a bit jealous over his new role in a movie ended up fighting with him. Obviously it ended up as u being manhandled by him as always which made u calm down real quickly. You loved him just didn´t wanted anyone touching what was yours. You looked down sadly and he looks over at you "you can´t fight with daddy over his job understand?" You nod agreeing to disagree because there was only want thing that you wanted at the moment and it wasn´t fight with your boyfriend. "Im sorry I wont do it again i promise" you say not meeting his eyes. He steps out the shower and looks down at you "Daddy doesn´t think dolly is being honest with him, we both know ur not sorry angel." He lowers down to your face level and says looking at your pretty face "Angel is not allowed to touch me until she apoligizes sincerelly and then daddy will think what do to with her, is that right angel?" You look at him sadly and at his towel hanging low on his hips and let out a low "please? im sorry i-" he smiles and pets your head and walks out off hte bathroom into his room "please im sorry okay? please don´t do this again" you beg going after him so needy you could feel your thighs slick from arousel, he looks at you like he knows it and nods and you walk closer to him his chest glistening from the shower "get on your knees angel" you do so, hapilly and he takes off the towell that was seconds ago on his hips making his big cock hit your face, you open your mouth for him to use as you look at him with puppy eyes. He grunts as he pushes inside of your warm tight mouth, petting your head he says "thats it angel take daddy cock like the good girl you are"...
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hello, I have a request for a tom cruise x reader fic based on the ariana grande song ‘fantasize’. that’s all, thank you xx
fantasize | Tom Cruise 18+
a/n : goshhhh this req is stuck in my mind for so long. finally I'm able to finish writing itt... i hope it fills your expectations! love the suggestion so much xx.
Pairing : Tom Cruise x f¡reader
Warning : unprotected sex, clothed sex, dirty talks, assume age gap, smut, minor dni!
Polo match.
You always hate when you're dragged to these kinda events. But your dad always insists on bringing you here. And since you just come back from college overseas, you owe it to him for a bit of quality time.
You would much rather stay at home or go out with your friends for a spa day or a pool party. Definitely not this. You feel awkward here and you don't know everyone here except your dad. Dad said it's not just about the game but it's about the networking. And so there he is, leaving you behind as he talks to his colleagues.
The game is about to start. Your dad calls for you. As you walk towards him, you see he's standing next to a man. His hair is perfectly styled. He's wearing a navy suit with a matching navy patterned tie. His eyes covered behind a sunglasses, but you kinda feel something about him is familiar, like you've seen him somewhere or something.
"Tom, i want you to meet my daughter." Dad places his hand behind your waist. Looks at you proudly, "She just came back from Harvard– took MBA there while running her own business... couldn't get much prouder of my little cupcake." Your dad says.
Your dad has a habit of over-introducing you in front of people. "Dad, you're doing it again," you chuckle awkwardly as you shake your head.
Turning your head, you prolong your hand first for a shake. Shooting the man your most friendliest smile. "Hi, pleasure to meet you, i'm Y/N Y/L/N,"
He takes his glasses off and then shakes your hand.
That face. That eyes. Beat drops. You could feel your heart stop at the sight.
"Hi... I'm Tom,"
Cruise. He is Tom Cruise.
That's why you knew something about him is familiar, he's the freaking Hollywood god.
This shouldn't surprise you– to meet celebrities and all. Your dad works in the business as a producer. But something is different this time. Something is different about Tom Cruise. You almost feel like the air gets hotter. Perhaps it is him being so hot, or perhaps it's the way he stares at you with an intrigue in his eyes.
"So you're the famous Y/N Y/L/N... I've heard so much about you." He says, shooting a friendly smile.
"Yeah? Not the fun part, though," you mutter quietly.
Your dad and Tom both only stay silent and look at you, processing what you've just said.That came out of nowhere. The moment you realized you've said it, you regret it.
A few seconds pass with silence, but thankfully, your dad breaks into a laughter, lightening up the intense situation. "You're funny, sweetheart," your dad says. He must've not gotten the hidden intent behind what you said.
Tom however, just chuckles a little and a ghost smile appears on his face, his eyes light up as if he's enjoying some private humor. "Well.. I'd love to know more," Tom says. His gaze is unwavering and intense.
The event host then announces that the game is about to be started. You take your seat next to your dad. Tom is sitting a couple rows down from you, that doesn't stop you from keeping your eyes glued at him all the time.
For some reason, your heart is pounding mercilessly. You curse at yourself for being so stupid, muttering things out of your mouth before you think more about it. The way Tom gazed at you makes you feel some type of way, you're mentally and physically weak.
The way Tom moves a couple rows down there, the way he runs his fingers to his hair, the way his eyes dead-locked-focused watching the game as he chews a gum. That eyes, that jawline, that hair — Everything about this man just attracts every single bit of your cell. You're actually feeling all hot and horny right now.
Your mind starts to play on its own. Imagining what those lips would taste like. Imagining to run your fingers through that brunette strands. Imagining yourself getting fucked in this VIP little box — him pinning you down, he'd make you moaning hard, he'd pound mercilessly to you as he licks your moaning mouth. Oh, you'd give anything for him.
The loud cheer of the audience as the game ends awakes you back into reality. Somehow, you miss the whole game having your own preferred one in your head.
As you're about to leave your box, Tom comes to you and your dad again. Making some casual talks about the game and how great it was. You just stand there silence, still recovering from that heavy game you played in your mind.
"Cupcake," your dad turns around and calls for you, "If it's okay... i invite Tom to our lunch, i still have some business to discuss with him. I hope you're okay with it."
Before you can answer, your dad's phone rings. "Shit... hang on, sweetheart,"
"It's all fine, dad. I'll just go wait in the car." You say. You know whenever your dad's phone rings, that'll take some time. So rather than spending here talking with Tom and risking yourself to be flustered and caught in the open. You'd rather go back to your car and chill alone.
You get in your car and quickly turn on the air conditioning to the fullest setting. You sigh heavily.
You try to shake the picture of him in your head, trying to stop this feeling. You take a long breath in and just look at yourself from the rearview mirror. For some reason, you still feel horny. As if this feeling is not gonna go away until you're fed.
Looking around there's no one here around the parking lot. So you do what you gotta do to help yourself. You move to the back seat and lay down comfortably. You shut your eyes close and hoping that Tom is here. Hoping that Tom knows what he did to you, the feeling he inflicted on you.
All of a sudden, your door just pulled open, startling you to open your eyes and sit up. To your much surprise, it's Tom. He is ducking his head in.
"Tom? Wh-what are you doing?" You cluelessly ask.
"What needs to be done," he retorts in hushed voice.
He gets in and slams back the door close. In one quick motion, he lunges at you, grabs you by your face and kisses you. His lips on yours feel so soft and so burning at the same time— addicting, that's what he tastes like. You moan into his mouth, giving him just enough the opening. His tongue expertly exploring your mouth.
You have never been kissed like this. Your tongue tentatively plays back and joins his in an erotic movement. He gently pushes you back till you're laying down flat on the back seat with him on top of you. You're helpless, you're all pinned down, and he's restraining you with his whole body. You wrap your legs around his hips, allowing him to completely have his body pressed to yours. His hand explores your body, trailing the length of your thigh to your hips. Feeling something hardering, nudging you, you couldnt help to grind your center to his cock.
He hiss against your mouth. But Tom doesn't stop you or anything, rather he moves to kiss all over your chin, moving to your neck. The moment he sucks and nibs your sensitive skin, he got your eyes rolling back. You grip onto his jacket and swallows your edging moan.
"Tom..." you mutter.
Tom asks. Kiss more of your neck.
"Yes, darling?" Tom whispers in your ear before he gently bites your earlobe. Earning your jaw falls agape. He moves again to your collar bone, kissing you in the softest-teasing way.
He breathes against your flushed chest. His breath is hot, just like the way he makes you feel right now. He lays a soft, gentle kiss all across your flushed chest. Lowering himself even more as he gradually pulls your dress down along his way till your breast finally uncovered. He softly gasps at the sight of you. He glances to your eyes, lust covers in his gaze, before he places a kiss around your nipple.
You hiss, fingers grip onto his jacket.The moment he flick his tongue then sucks your nipple, you couldn't hold in your moan even more. "Ohh!" You moan.
Tom pushes himself off your neck and looks back into your eyes. "Come on, Y/N, show me how fun you can be," he challenges.
And just like that, the switch is being made. You turn off all of the good girl sides about you and this lust overdriving you into some dangerous character that'll put you in trouble. You pull him back to your lips and kiss him passionately. Your hands quickly run his body, feeling the toned muscles underneath. It is a joke that he's looking this damn hot at this age. You rub him from outside his pants.
You could feel Tom smirking against your lips. "Good girl," he chuckles.
You hurriedly take off his belt. Him helping you too. You push his trousers down just enough till you can grab his hard shaft and pulls it out from the torment of its lack of space. Tom groans as you wrap your hand around him. Fuck, he's big. And so hard. You pump his cock and spread his precum all over his shaft.
"Is that what you want?" Tom asks.
Glancing back to his eyes, you nod. "I want you to fuck me,"
A content smile appears on his face. He pushes your panties to the side and just pushes himself through your folds without warning.
"Ahh!" You squal uncomfortably to the unfamiliar size of him, gripping onto his shoulder.
Tom quickly bottoms out, pushing all the way of him inside of you. He doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size. He starts to pound his hips mercilessly into you, fucking you in a relentless pace.
"Ohhh! Fuck! ToOoMMm!" You shut your eyes and titled your head back.
"Yes! Yes! That's it moan my name!" He grins loving the way your face contorts to pleasure drunk. "You wanted my cock the moment you laid your eyes on me, huh? Looking at me with all of that slutty eyes, you know what you're doing, darling," he says to your ears as his cock pounds mercilessly to your tight channel.
You couldn't reply to him even if you wanted to. You only look back to him and nod.
"Oh, T-tom!" You cry. Tears dripping down your cheek.
"Fuck, Y/N" he groans. Tom holds your face. He presses his lips to yours again, silencing you from screaming loud.
He got you a moaning mess that you don't care if someone could hear you or see this little scene in your car. You never fucked like this before. So good that you'd do anything to have him fuck you like this again and again. You'd give your pussy for him, five to nine, nine to five. Tom fucks you like the way you fantasize your filthiest fantasies.
You feel your walls clenching hard. And the white hot pleasure becomes too unbearable to hold back. A few more thrust, and you're spilling all over. You squal all over the car. Knees clamping together as all of your muscles tighten.
You never have orgasm like that. It is by far your most intense that after the pinnacle, you feel bliss. For a few seconds, the room is so quiet — so peaceful...
You open your eyes and stare at the roof of your car. All of a sudden, like a slap to your face, waking you back into reality, your door is pulled open from the outside. Quickly, you sit up and try to fix yourself, push down your dress and all but it is all helpless. You're so caught right-handed. Looking up, the person who caught you right-handed guilty is the one you hope for dear life it wont be— Tom Cruise. He's peering down, slightly bending to meet your eyes.
You feel so embarrassed that you couldn't even feel a thing or think anything.
"Your dad wanted me to tell you lunch is off... meetings." He tells.
You just sit there feeling like you're slowly crippling to die. The optimistic side of you still whispers that perhaps he didn't see nothing. You have a tinted window afterall.... do you?
Tom gaze down at you with that light up, amused emerald eyes. Then slightly the corner of his lips pulled up to a smirk, like he's been there for a while and just watched you pleasuring yourself.
"Have a great day, Y/N," he mischievously smiles and closes back your door.
You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.
TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).
Word Count: 2475
You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.
Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.
The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.
"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.
"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.
Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."
"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.
"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.
"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.
Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.
"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.
"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."
"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."
You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.
"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.
The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.
Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you.
"God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.
While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.
"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."
"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."
"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.
You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.
"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"
You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.
" No, princess, use your words."
"Yes, Daddy, I understand."
"Good girl, now go."
And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.
You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.
"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."
"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"
"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.
"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.
Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.
"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."
"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."
That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.
"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."
Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."
Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.
Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"
"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.
"Fuck handsome just like that. "
"Shit princess, you are so sexy."
"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."
"You are taking my cock so well."
"I'm yours, baby; use me."
Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."
"You like when I tell you you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.
"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.
"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."
With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.
"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.
The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.
MA'AM I SAW THAT CEO ANAKIN TAG GIMME YOUR THOUGHTS ABOUT HIM HAVING A HOT ASF SECRETARY 🤠
OH MY GOD YES
NSFW 18+
this got so long i'm so sorry i can't write without adding back story-
content warning: smut, dirty talk, a touch of degradation kink
you just know anakin is such a no-bullshit CEO. everyone who works under him is fluent in his needs. make a mistake in mr. skywalker's building? you'll be out on your ass with a box of your stuff by the end of the day
he's the the type of boss that doesn't need to yell, "GET THAT REPORT DONE BY FRIDAY!", oh no. he elicits fear so deep that all he needs to do is look someone in the the eyes and utter, "you have until friday." and you KNOW that report will be perfect and on time bc if it isn't holy shit whoever wrote it is in for it
he has the perfect secretary. she knows him better than he knows himself. but, to his absolute disdain, helena gets pregnant and eventually needs to take maternity leave
mr. skywalker's torn bc he's grown quite fond of helena so he wants her to be safe and comfortable during her pregnancy, but on the other hand, he knows he's gonna have to replace her and nobody could ever come close to being as good a secretary as she is
at first they mutually agree that the new secretary should be someone who already works at the company. that way, they'll already have an idea of how things work and they won't be completely blindsided by anakin's "ludicrous demands" (helena's words that make mr. skywalker roll his eyes, but she knows she'd never be the recipient of his anger bc of how many years she's spent making his life so much easier)
turns out, nobody wants the job. they know how good helena is, and they know skywalker will already be pissed at whoever replaces simply for not being helena. they also know that taking that job would be like standing right in the middle of no-man's-land
so helena has to go external with her search for her replacement. that's when she finds you
you aren't new to the city. you aren't a small town girl with big town dreams. you have experience, confidence, and nerve
helena knows you're perfect
her warning makes you laugh.
"helena, please; i've dealt with crazy bosses before. i think i can handle skywalker"
there's nothing more she can really say. "alright, hun. you have my number should you need any help"
your first day at work is a thursday. mr. skywalker does a double take when he sees you sitting at helena's desk
it was deadline week last week so he didn't have time to sit in on the interviews. he just trusted helena to pick the right secretary, but now he's beginning to doubt if that was the right choice
from your pretty features, skywalker assumes you're a young, freshly-graduated, starry-eyed, new-to-new-york little girl that thinks she can handle it big time.
so he storms right over to your desk, all guns blazing, a cold look in his eyes. "send today's schedule through to my office"
you look up from the files you were reading through and meet his eyes before giving him a smile. "good morning, mr. skywalker! i'm Y/N, i look forward to working with you"
clenching his jaw as he accidentally glances down to your cleavage, he leans forward over your desk, resting his fists on it. "let's get one thing straight: your time here is temporary. there's no need for the niceties. you're only here to keep helena's seat warm. so do your your job, and do it well, or i'll fire you and make it damn near impossible for you to find another decent job in new york"
you stay silent, but there's no fear on your face like skywalker is used to seeing on someone who he's just yelled at
with a deep breath, you realize helena wasn't kidding when she called him a piece of work. "i believe in synergy, mr. skywalker, especially between a CEO and his secretary. yes, i'm only here temporarily, but my job is arguably the most important in this whole building. so you and i should be on the same wavelength, and knowing my name is hardly a nicety"
skywalker doesn't say anything, still hunched over your desk with anger in his eyes
"your schedule is clear until the afternoon. i made it that way so that we could have a discussion on what we each expect from one another," you go on to say, leaving him speechless for a few seconds
"what the fuck do you expect from me past your paycheck?" he asks bitterly, his eyes narrowing
"some respect would be nice," you muse, before standing up. he stands up straight, too.
"respect is earned."
"and i will earn yours, sir," you tell him, walking around your desk so that you're standing in front of him. "i know men like you. i know you enjoy eliciting fear in their eyes; and you and i both know they're terrified of you."
skywalker swallows thickly, wondering where the fuck helena found you
you begin to undo his tie, and he doesn't protest. he did it in a rush this morning, so he allows you to perfect it. it's a little out of line for you to so happily touch him five minutes into your shift, but he can't bring himself to stop you
"it feels good, doesn't it?" you ask him with your eyes on his tie. skywalker looks down at you with furrowed brows, taking in the coy look on your face. "having that power over them. commanding the room wherever you go." you finally look up to meet his eyes. "does it make your cock hard?"
he almost chokes
"i know it'd make me so wet to think of all that power in my hands," you utter, smoothing down his tie. your pinkies run over his nipples through his shirt, making him shiver. you keep your eyes on his, craning your neck to look up at him. "i'd constantly be horny."
he lets out a breath he didn't know he was keeping in before taking your hands off his chest. "you're fired."
he "fires" you three more times that week, and twelve more times the following one
you still show up every day though
he feels lost. he doesn't know what to do. you refuse to leave, and he can't bring himself to yell at you or force you to go
he's so used to his every command being obeyed, and he has never had to repeat himself, let alone fire someone literally twenty times only for them to refuse
helena laughs when he calls her. he doesn't tell her why exactly he wants to fire you, but he tells her you're inappropriate and wrong for the job. she tells him to suck it up and that you were the strongest candidate
"your coffee, sir," you sing as you float into his office- without knocking, as usual.
"thank you," he mutters with his eyes on his work, making you grin
helena told you not to expect any gratitude and that it took her three years to get a verbal thanks out of him. you feel proud it only took you two weeks
"you all set for your 11am meeting with mr. kenobi?" you ask casually, standing in front of his desk after putting down his coffee
skywalker slowly lifts his eyes up to you. "what the fuck are you talking about?"
you give him an innocent look. "the meeting you have in two hours? to discuss the acquisition?"
his hand clenches into a fist. "why the fuck didn't you inform me about this yesterday?"
feigning a look of surprise, you bring your finger up to your mouth and bite on it. "i'm so sorry, sir, i could've sworn i told you"
he rubs his temples and his jaw clenches. "this is the most important meeting of the year, and you're giving me two hours to prepare for it?"
you wince, playing with your fingers. "i'm sorry, i really am, it's just that i so often get lost in your eyes and forget what i actually came in to say."
his face drops and looks up at you with a murderous glare. "get over here."
biting your lip, you comply with his order and slowly make your way around his glass desk
he looks you up and down, the rage clear on his face. "you like being a little tease, huh?"
you're shocked. with all the playful flirting you served him, he never once returned it. he'd just roll his eyes or tell you to get out. or fire you. you didn't miss that he only fired you whenever you gave him a boner with your words
"i don't- i don't know what you're talking about," you say, acting more innocent than both you and anakin know you are.
"i'm done playing games," he seethes, suddenly grabbing your wrist. "take off that tight little dress and sit on my cock."
you gasp, frozen in place.
his grip on your wrist tightens. "i'm not gonna fucking ask twice, slut."
swallowing thickly, you comply with his order.
you unzip the side of your dress before peeling it off your body.
leaning back in his chair, skywalker drinks in the view, a smug smirk growing on his lips. finally, he has power again.
your body is slowly revealed to him, inch by inch, until you're standing in your underwear. you kick your dress away before stepping out of your heels and looking at him expectantly.
he gestures to your body, prompting you to remove your underwear, which you do. you can't help but notice the bulge in his pants, and the way he's subtly rubbing it.
once you're fully naked, he pulls his cock out, and it stands hard and proud and so fucking thick, oh my God.
"put your heels back on, kitty," he mutters, watching with hunger as you step back into your black shoes.
once they're on, he pats his lap, and you take a tentative step forward. "would you like me to face you, or...?"
he tilts his head, slight shock in his eyes. "i knew you'd be such a submissive girl for me deep down. come here; i wanna see if i can make that pretty face any prettier."
holding back your smile, you climb onto his lap, your legs on either side of him
he lets out a sigh and rubs your clit for a few moments while you sink down onto his cock
you let out a whimper as he stretches you out deliciously, and he shudders beneath you
"so fucking tight," he groans, his hands roaming all over your bare skin. "your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock like that."
you whine and cry out while riding him, his office filled with the sounds of your wet cunt sucking his hard cock
"i knew you'd look so pretty getting fucked," he groans, tightly holding your hips and helping you ride him. "i knew you'd be such a good slut for me."
"fuck, daddy," you moan, the name leaving your lips uncontrollably
anakin chuckles darkly, his hand moving up to run through and pull on your hair. "that's right. only daddy can make you feel this good. only daddy knows how to treat a dirty slut like you."
his filthy words make you clench around his cock, causing him to groan as he twitches against your walls.
"be a good girl and cum for me," he orders, wrapping his hand around your throat and gently squeezing the sides. "wanna feel you squirt around my cock. i know you can do it, kitty." he begins furiously rubbing at your clit to help you along.
you shiver at his words and feel your orgasm build up, his grip on your throat adding an impossible amount of pleasure.
with a stifled scream, you gush all over his dick, your juices squirting out and wettening his trousers.
skywalker lets out a grunt before cumming inside you, filling you with his hot seed
the groans that leave his mouth are higher and more desperate as he shoots his load up in your cunt, making you shudder and shake on top of him
"that's it; take it all, good girl," he whispers into your ear as you mewl and whimper in his arms. "just like that. daddy's good little kitty, aren't you?"
you nod and mumble your agreement, too weak to give him any other kind of response.
mr. skywalker then pulls your head back. "you gonna be in the meeting to take notes for me?"
you give him a sheepish look. "the meeting isn't until next week. i was just trying to piss you off."
he raises an eyebrow, his hand cupping your cheek. "trying to piss me off, hm?"
you nod, trailing your finger down his nose
"well, seeing as my day is free," he begins, wrapping his hand around your hair and tugging on the roots. "how about i spend the next few hours showing you what happens to naughty girls like you?"
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I LOVE CEO ANAKIN WOW THANKS FOR THIS REQUEST JULIA
Warning: SMUT, sexting, daddy kink, Semi public sexting, little talk
Chan couldn’t sit still as the meeting at his work dragged on and on. If the presenter didn’t finish soon he was going to fall asleep.
That quickly changed as he got a text from you, opening the message without a second thought.
Daddy! Look what I did all by myself!
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Aren’t I a big girl?
Chan has to hold back a moan as the picture loaded. Your hand was in the center of the picture, your own cum stringing between your fingers.
Chan immediately locked his phone, putting it away and redirecting his attention to the presentation.
Is Daddy proud of me?
Chan didn’t dare to reply to the text in the meeting.
Daddy, are you mad?
As the meeting ended, Chan watched as everyone left before rushing to the bathroom. He quickly entered a stall, before unzipping his pants and pulling out the massive boner that had grown.
He snapped a picture, sending it to you.
Does it look like Daddy is mad?
Daddy’s cock is so pretty... hehe
Chan groaned at the words, stroking his cock a few times until beads of precum were dripping from the tip.
Babygirl, Daddy is going to show no mercy tonight. Rest your pussy until I get there hmm?
