What do we have here
Wattpad- supersevret
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The house was quiet.
Not in a creepy way, but in that soft, stretching silence that fills every corner as the sun dips low and paints the walls in warm amber and rose.
I thought I was safe. Malachi had been gone all day - back to back meetings, promo shoots, the usual chaos that came with his rising fame. So I gave in to my guilty little secret.
I curled up on the lounge with a soft blanket draped over my legs, a thin thrill already buzzing under my skin. My phone screen glowed as I opened Wattpad and dove straight into the story I'd been devouring for days.
It was shamelessly filthy - basically written porn - and every explicit scene featured a version of Malachi. If he ever found out I was getting off to fanfiction about him... I didn't even want to imagine his reaction.
I was lost in it, thighs pressed together, breath shallow. The chapter had built to that perfect peak - the girl in the story right on the edge, about to shatter - when a low, amused voice came from behind me.
"What do we have here?"
Panic exploded in my chest. I hadn't heard the door. I fumbled to turn my phone off , but Malachi's hand was faster, plucking it from my fingers.
"Malachi, give that back!" I squeaked, scrambling off the lounge and reaching for it. He held it high above his head, one strong arm wrapping around my hip to keep me in place as I stretched uselessly.
"You're not supposed to be home until later," I protested, cheeks burning.
"Got let off early, baby," he said, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. His eyes flicked from me to the screen, devouring the filthy paragraph I'd been reading. "And clearly just in time."
I groaned, stepping back in pure embarrassment, refusing to meet his gaze while he finished reading. When he finally lowered the phone, his smirk was lethal.
"Didn't know you read stuff like this, baby."
"I don't- it just popped up," I lied weakly.
"Really?" He stepped closer, eyes dark with heat. "Because the way you're rubbing those pretty thighs together and that blush on your cheeks tells me a very different story."
"Shut up."
He closed the distance, handing my phone back but immediately sliding both hands to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
A wave of heat crashed through me at the contact.
"What's my sweet girl doing reading stuff like this about me... when I'm right here, ready to do every single thing she wants in person?"
"I don't know," I mumbled, embarrassment crawling up my neck.
"How long have you been reading stuff like this, Hmm?" His fingers slid under my chin, gently but firmly tilting my face up until I had no choice but to look into his intense eyes.
i shrugged my shoulders
"Words, baby. Use them."
"A few months... maybe longer," I whispered.
Malachi let out a low groan, his grip on my waist tightening. "Oh, my poor girl," he murmured, voice thick with mock sympathy.
He leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear as one hand slowly trailed up my side.
"All this time sneaking around, getting yourself all worked up over some dirty little fanfic about me? That's a little pathetic, don't you think?"
I squirmed in his hold, but he only chuckled softly, his breath warm against my neck.
"Look at you... already breathing faster. You're soaked, aren't you? Just from getting caught."
His fingers traced lazy circles on my hip, slipping just under the hem of my shirt to tease the bare skin there. "Bet you were clenching your thighs while you read about me fucking you senseless. Were you touching yourself yet, baby? Or were you saving that for later when you thought I wouldn't know?"
"Malachi..." I whined, trying to hide my face, as heat shoots to pool between my thighs.
"Shh, shh. No hiding." He tilted my chin again, forcing eye contact while his other hand slid down to cup my ass, squeezing lightly.
"My poor, needy girl has been fantasizing about me for months and never once asked for the real thing. That's just cruel to yourself."
He pressed a soft, teasing kiss to the corner of my mouth, then pulled back before I could chase it. "You know I'd give it to you so much better than words on a screen. I'd have you shaking and begging... just like you're about to."
He kept teasing me like that for several long minutes - hands roaming, squeezing, brushing over my breasts through my shirt without ever giving me enough pressure, lips ghosting over my neck and jaw while he whispered in that low, sympathetic tone.
"Oh look at you... poor baby."
He finally slipped one hand between my thighs, pressing the heel of his palm against me over my shorts but not moving it. "So warm already. You really are desperate."
By the time he scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom, I was trembling with frustration and need. He laid me down gently, stripping me slowly, reverently, until I was completely bare beneath him. He stayed fully dressed for a while longer, just looking at me.
"Legs open, baby. Let me see what all that reading did to you."
I obeyed, face burning. His fingers finally dipped between my folds, sliding through the slickness with a low groan.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me already. My poor girl... you needed this so badly, didn't you?"
He slid two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot. He set a steady rhythm, pumping deep while his thumb circled my clit in firm strokes.
Pleasure built fast and sharp. My thighs shook, breath coming in short gasps as I climbed higher and higher.
Just as I was about to tip over, he slowed, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and leaving me empty and throbbing.
"Please- Malachi" I whimper my breathing heavy and uneven.
"Shh, I know," he whispered, voice soft and mockingly sympathetic as I whined. "It's so hard when you're right there, isn't it? But you can hold it for me a little longer. Breathe, baby. Good girl."
He worked me up again, fingers thrusting faster, thumb pressing harder on my swollen clit. The pressure coiled tighter, my moans growing louder and more desperate.
Right at the peak, he eased off once more, kissing my neck softly while I squirmed and begged under him.
"My poor baby," he cooed against my skin. "Look at you trembling and clenching around nothing. You're so close every time... but not yet. Just a little more for me. You can be patient."
By the third time, I was a sobbing, desperate mess. He had me right on the edge again, fingers curling deep and fast, his voice low and soothing in my ear.
"Shh, baby. You've been so good for me. You can let go now... cum for me, baby. Let it all out."
The orgasm crashed over me violently. I cried out, back arching as my walls pulsed hard around his fingers. He kept stroking me through every wave, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.
But he wasn't done.
"what are you-."
Malachi moved down the bed, spreading my legs wider, cutting off my sentence as i look at him in slight confusion. "Easy, baby," he soothed as I twitched. "I'm not finished taking care of you."
"Sensitive." I whine my words weak.
"Oh, I know it's sensitive," he murmured between licks, voice muffled and tender. "But you can take one more for me. Just relax and let me make you feel good." His tongue flicked faster, sucking with devastating precision until I shattered again, grinding against his face and moaning his name brokenly.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny, eyes burning. He stripped quickly, cock hard and leaking as he climbed over me.
"Oh poor baby." He pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, bottoming out with a groan. "There we go... take all of me. That's my good girl."
He fucked me deep and steady at first, then built me up again, grinding against my clit with every thrust. Right as I started clenching, he slowed to a torturous pace.
"Shhh, not yet," he cooed, kissing my tear-streaked cheek. "I know its hard baby, but you're going to wait for me. Hold it just a little longer, baby."
"Please... Malachi, please let me cum. I can't-" I begged
His voice stayed soft and gentle. "I know, sweetheart. You've been so perfect for me. So tight and wet. Go on then. Cum on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart."
He slammed into me hard and fast, thumb on my clit, and I shattered around him with a broken scream.
My walls clenched so intensely that he followed right after, groaning my name as he spilled deep inside me.
We stayed locked together, panting and trembling. Malachi kissed my forehead, brushing my damp hair back
"Next time you want something like that," he murmured warmly, "you come to me, baby. I'll always take care of you better than any story ever could."
fuck I love it when he speaks to me like that.
And yeah I did come to him the next time I wanted something.