All for Him
Pairing: Childe x fem!Reader
Style: Scenario; Smut, Modern AU
Word Count: 1954
Warnings: Dominant play, clit stimulation, rough unprotected sex, praising, degrading, mentions of blowjobs and voyeurism
Notes: This is a part of @tartagliadevotee’s That’s Your Boss! collab that is long overdue. But I did it! Thank you for letting me be part of it, sweets. I always enjoy letting Childe of the loose in these stuffs. (Pst, @love-psxlm.) NSFW under the cut! If you are a minor, please do not interact with this post!
He hated how that skirt fit her thighs. He hated how everyone was staring at her back whenever she turned around to explain something from the presentation for their new business endeavor. The way she crossed her legs together while talking about the cost of the manufacturer drove every single man in that room crazy. And they devoured her figure, probably stripping her naked without Name even noticing.
But how could they not?
Childe would be damned if he had not found himself in the same situation when he first saw her wearing such a skimpy outfit. From the moment she showed up at the interview for his new secretary, he knew he had dug his own grave. There was something about her that woke up those untamed feelings he had not felt in a long time.
And he was lucky enough she felt the same, proving it to him over and over whenever she sucked him off after her work hours.
But he could not shove away the jealousy he felt when his other employees were so open about their imagination. Name belonged to him and him only. As much as he wanted to make them see that, Childe knew he did not want to show her bare figure to anyone else. That imagine was for him to see.
”I think this is all there is to say right now,” Name looked down at her tablet making sure she covered everything. “If there are any more questions, critics, or improvements any department has to offer on this matter, please e-mail them to me or mister Tartaglia himself.” Her smile made his jaw clench. Something mesmerizing radiated outside her, cloaking his mind with each passing second. He really wanted to bend her over the desk right there and then, but he knew he had to wait just a little longer.
As the rest of the board members packed their things and started leaving the meeting room, Childe did not pay not even a bit of attention to them. Their words of goodbyes were mare mumbles as he nodded his head, eyes never trailing off Name’s body. He felt unease – thanking himself he shoved his hands inside his pockets – as the bulge under his pants grew harder, waiting to be released.
She looked so oblivious while saving the documents on the tablet as he locked the door once the last person left, leaving the two of them alone. Finally. With one flick of the finger, Childe made sure the blinds were falling down the glass walls. He could not risk anyone peeking through, not when he was ready to rearrange her insides. The thought alone made him shiver. How obedient she would have to be, following every single order he gives her, just to reach the pleasure they both deserve.
Name did not notice when Childe appeared behind her, pushing his hips to her ass. She winced at the rutting erection pressed on her back, as it slid up and down the curves of her cheeks. His hands slide under the blouse to grope her breasts, pinching the clothed yet perky nipples.
He craved her presence more than anything at that point.
Just like that, she was leaning onto him, low whimpers escaping her mouth once his cold lips sucked the skin of her neck. Mind fogged because of his actions, she was falling for him deeper and deeper, moving her hips to meet the rut of his own. And god, it felt good.
“You really enjoy people undressing you with their lustful gaze, huh?” Teasing was his forte, but only because of the responses he received from her body. She stiffened as he pulled her skirt upwards, one hand reaching down to her thighs. He could feel the heat emitting from her, wrapping around his hand like a heatwave.
Yet he could not help himself but hum in satisfaction once he reached for her panties, feeling the wet trails as he pulled them aside. All of that without even proper touch, he thought, giving himself a mental pat on the back.
“W-what are you talking about?” Name stuttered while Childe’s long fingers pressed into her soaking cunt. She bit her bottom lip to stop the threatening moans, knowing very well someone outside could hear her if she was loud.
Clenching around his digits, neck burning from the sensation he showed her, she felt Childe smirking into the junction of her neck and shoulder. He found her state amusing; she was so easy to play with. It only made his job easier.
“Oh baby, you stupid little whore. So unobservant of your surroundings.” Another set of shivers flew across Name’s spine. She found it pathetic how she reacted to his words. Her walls sucked his fingers even deeper, meeting his thrust halfway. Arching her back, she met those ocean eyes staring at her with such lust.
He waited for their moment more than she could imagine, and she felt needed. She felt like she belonged there.
Somewhere along the way, he managed to unbuckle his belt, leaving her hardened nipples. The noises that came out of fingering her drove him insane, his curled fingers drenched by her warm juices while he reached for that soft bud, and his patience was running low. Childe was proud of her for keeping her tone down, although he wanted to hear her lovely moans. He wanted to hear her breathless gasps as he was chasing her release with fingers alone, only to leave her hanging before he pounded her into the conference table.
Maybe some other day, he snickered slyly, when they were completely alone.
Setting his cock free from tight, stained boxers, he pulled his fingers out of her and silently chuckled at the sound she made. But it was just a second he let himself indulge in amorous feelings before pushing her back forward, making her fully lay over the dark hardwood table. Lining the tip of his cock with the entrance, he circled around it in slow, teasing motions, pushing inside enough to feel the needy clenching.
Childe hissed at the warmness that made him dig his hand into her back even more, his knuckles whitening at the force he used.
“C-childe, please,” her wines were blessing to his ears, only urging him to finally feel her tight walls around him.
However, he could not do it; not before she addressed him properly.
“A-a-a, how did you call me now?” By wrapping his hand around her hair, he tugged it so their eyes meet. The impish smirk disappeared from his lips, only a straight line showing how serious he was. The coil inside her stomach tightened on that image of her boss, so in character, and who was she to disobey him?
“Sir, please fuck me–“
“Good girl.” With those words, he bottomed himself deep inside her, placing his palm over her mouth to muffle the sounds that escaped her lips. He could not care less about the sudden impact her cunt experienced, not allowing her to get used to the size of him. He was big, too big, and Name felt the tears rolling down her cheeks with each thrust. No, she did not cry out of pain, but out of pleasure Childe delivered her. Because of the feeling of him filling her out perfectly. The feeling of his tip touching and rubbing against her cervix.
Yet she wanted him to be rougher. To take her like she wanted him to. Like he wanted to.
The pace he set left her thoughtless, biting into his hand just to hear the groan that left his throat. Gripping her waist, he started to move his hips faster, like that pace would leave the imprint of his veins inside her quicker. The sight of his cock disappearing into her made him bite into his quivering lip hard, almost drawing blood to the surface. Not even once did Childe think he would meet someone he wanted so much before she came into his life. He wanted to take her whenever he could, mark her so everyone knew who she belonged to.
He wanted to show her as his trophy, his most precious possession.
All for him.
While her juices coated his full length, white silk sticking to the pubes at the base of his cock, Childe’s thrusts became rougher. He kept staring at the spot where they were connected, engraving the picture at the back of his head. Never in a million years had he thought he would get struck by fucking someone like he did Name at that moment. It never felt the same, whatever they did. And the convulsions inside her cunt always drove him crazy. The way she was sucking him back in, hips meeting his thrusts while clenching around him… He knew she was close.
“Do you want to cum, doll?” He leaned over her back, pressing his own weight on her to nibble her earlobe as he continued pounding her restlessly. “Do you want me to fill you like a slut until you’re drippin’ all over your thighs?”
“’M s-so close, s-sir,” she muffled over his hand, sucking onto its skin to stop the drool from escaping her mouth. He smiled and slowed down to pull his full length out. Before she could make a noise caused by emptiness inside her, Childe thrust himself back inside with a force she had never experienced before.
If Name’s thighs did not tremble before, she surely did not even feel him at that moment. He continued doing the same movement, each thrust being stronger than the previous one. The coil inside her stomach was so close to bursting the more he fucked her into the already moving table. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, tainted by the mascara that smudged all over her face.
“Fuck, baby, you are making me drunk for you,” he said panting, hissing whenever his tip smashed into her. “Cum with me, you understand.”
That was not a question and she knew it.
And before Name knew it, she was spilling all over Childe’s throbbing erection as he shot the sprouts of white all over her cunt. She screamed into his hand, lifting her hips closer to him only to meet the thrusts that were pushing the cum deeper inside her. Childe bit into her neck to stop himself from moaning, even though he wanted her so badly. Instead, he groaned loudly, sucking the skin behind her ear, thrusts becoming sloppier with each passing moment.
She clenched her walls around him, more to stop him from moving than anything else. She felt numb, lightheaded. She wanted to be in that position with him for a bit longer. To feel him raw, while they were one.
Name was aware of the fact she will be wearing turtlenecks for a few days. She was aware of bruises left by his fingers all over her waist. And she regretted none of the marks Childe left.
“Let me take you to my place,” he whispered as he stopped pounding into her, mixes of their climax dripping down their legs. “I want to take care of you.” He sounded so soft, still buried inside her, nuzzling in the crook of Name’s neck. It made her chuckle, how he switched between personalities in a matter of seconds, and it melted her heart knowing it was all because of her.
She fell for him, and she fell hard.
“Is that the CEO of Snezhnaya Enterprise asking me on a date?” He hummed brushing his nose over her cheek, rubbing soft circles into the bruises where he gripped her. Maybe it could work…
“Whatever you want it to be, doll.”