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Jake Gyllenhaal
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How Can Love Be Wrong?
rusty sabich x f!reader
warnings — smut mdni, infidelity (i’m sorry barbara, he doesn’t deserve you), a smidge of crying, guilt/shame, love confession, light choking, p in v sex, spit as lube, unprotected sex (be smart everyone), creampie. i think that’s it?
word count — 3.4k
a/n — i KNOW he’s terrible but i had to write something for him. also my apologies because the smut part of the fic is somewhat short :/
credit — dividers are from @/cursed-carmine!
You don't know how you landed back in this cycle.
Well, you do. Rusty Sabich is a magnet. Pulling you closer and closer back to him every chance he can get.
And God, the force of Rusty Sabich is a strong one.
Can we talk?
You can't just leave me like this.
Are you ghosting me now?
Can we just fucking talk? Please?
Can I come over?
I can't believe you're fucking treating me like this after everything.
I'm sorry. We need to talk.
Just tell me to come over and I'll be there.
The eighth message is when you submit to his pleading. You type out a quick four word response, but your finger hesitates over the send button. You close your eyes and take a breath, pressing your finger against the button and sending the invitation.
I'm home. Come over.
You watch as the message is marked as Delivered.
Then, almost immediately, Read.
The familiar message bubble pops up as Rusty types back a response on his end. It makes your breath hitch in your throat.
Coming.
The one word response is all it takes for the breath to be knocked from your lungs.
Three sharp knocks against the solid wood of your front door startle you enough to jump from your seat on the couch. You're so on edge. You glance up at the clock that is hanging to your left and read the time.
Rusty turned a nineteen minute drive into a fourteen minute drive.
You bring yourself to your feet slowly. Your feet are clumsy in their steps as they carry you to your front door. A warning sign from your body to your mind that this is a bad idea. You check the peephole even though you already know who it is.
There stands Rusty. He has dark circles under his eyes. His hair is tousled as if he carded his fingers through the dark strands one too many times on the drive to your house. Even in his disheveled-ness, he still looks attractive. You hate yourself for the thought. You let yourself take one final deep breath before you open the door to the barrier separating the two of you.
"Hi." You say quietly, watching as his eyes scan your face. You scan his, too. He looks even more tired than he did through the peephole. Your heart hurts.
"Can I come in?" He wastes no time on a greeting, but he does wait for an answer before stepping closer towards you. You nod, opening the door more and taking a step to the side to give him enough space to enter your home. He steps past you, the air from his movement fanning over you.
The familiar smell of his body wash fills your nostrils. As much as you don't want to admit it, the smell is comforting. You close the door behind the two of you and finally turn to face him. He's towering in the middle of your living room with his back towards you, resting his hands on his hips. You stay quiet, waiting for him to set the tone of the conversation. You feel your body tingling with nerves.
"I don't think what you're doing to me is fair." He eventually starts, turning on his heel to finally face you. "We both were aware from the very beginning of our relationship what the risks were for pursuing this." He states matter of factually, gesturing his hand between the two of you. He watches you for any reaction to his statement. You do your best to stay calm and neutral.
"Rusty, things can—" You start, but he doesn't let you finish your sentence before he interrupts, his voice growing louder in volume and shorter in temper.
"We both were aware—you were aware of the risks? Is that correct?" His voice is assertive, you recognize it from the way he speaks during trials. Calculated and sure of himself. His eyebrows are raised expectantly as he waits for an answer to his question. It makes you grind your teeth in annoyance.
"Yes, I was aware of the risks, Prosecutor." Bitterness flows from you through your words. "Do not speak to me like I am on trial here." You bark out a dry laugh, hugging your arms closer around your body. "Things can change, Rusty. You know that." You shake your head, unamused with the conversation and his tone.
"Things can change? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He furrows his eyebrows together in confusion, running a hand quickly through his wild hair in frustration.
"Things between us have gone too far and I don't think this should continue. I'm sorry it took me this long to understand that." You tell him simply, calmly. You want this conversation to end. You know the longer he stands in front of you, the more he will tear down your unfinished walls that have only been halfway constructed.
He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath that you can't quite make out. You're sure it's something of frustration. "No. I won't take that as an answer," he looks at you, taking a step towards you. "I need you, I'm going crazy without you and you know that. Pretending like everything is okay at the office and barely being able to speak to you is torture. I can't focus, I think about you all the fucking time and I can't just pretend that I'm not in love with you." He finishes, his breathing is quick and his eyes are wide as he watches you.
Love.
The two of you have danced around the word, but you both knew that the emotion was there. Raw and shared. The love you feel for him outweighs the guilt you feel whenever you are underneath him, his lips littering kisses against your bare skin. That was the problem—the fact that the love did outweigh the guilt.
You close your eyes, trying to get image of him standing in front of you out of your mind. "No," you shake your head, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. You feel a headache coming on. "You need to leave, Rusty. Now." You try to sound confident, but your voice shakes.
"What? No," the words are followed by his large hand grabbing yours and pulling it from your face before resting it under your jaw, forcing your chin up so you have to look at him. "I know you feel the exact same way, you're just too fucking terrified to admit it. Tell me I'm right." He says, his blue eyes staring directly into your own.
The look in his eyes is what starts to break you down. He has you all figured out. How could he not have you figured out? He knows you too well not to.
"Please, baby, tell me I'm right." He's pleading with you at this point, voice strained.
"Rusty." you whisper, teetering on the edge of telling him the truth or telling him to get out of your house and to never come back. "It's so wrong—fuck, it's so wrong, but you're right." You admit to him out loud as hot, shameful tears begin collecting in the corners of your eyes.
His eyes are the complete opposite—they're filled with nothing but adoration and love, which makes what you're feeling even worse. "Hey, don't cry," he tells you, wiping your tears with his thumbs before they can make their way down your cheeks. "How can love be wrong?" He questions, but doesn't give you time to answer before he's pressing his lips against yours.
Your brain goes fuzzy, all preexisting wishes for Rusty to leave vanishing from your mind instantaneously. Your movements linger for a beat before you finally reciprocate the kiss, raising your arms and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin just enough to hurt before soothing the area with a swipe of his tongue.
"Missed you so fucking much." He breathes into your open mouth, walking you backwards step by step before your back hits the wall with a thud. His hands find the tie at the front of your robe, undoing it with a rough tug of the fabric. The front of your robe falls open with nothing holding it securely in place anymore. He wastes no time running his large hands up your stomach, pausing at your breasts. He palms at them roughly, pulling a gasp from the back of your throat.
You feel him pushing against your lower stomach as he grows harder in his sweatpants. He finally raises his hands to your shoulders, pushing the satin fabric off of them and down your arms. You lower your arms, letting the robe drop haphazardly against the hardwood floor by your feet. You're standing bare in front of him while he stands fully clothed in front of you. If he were anyone else, you would shy away or try to cover yourself—but you don't have to do that with him.
"So beautiful." He whispers, admiration filling his eyes as he takes in the sight of you standing bare before him. Open just for him. "It's been too long." He hums, pinching the skin of your hip between his fingers.
"It's only been three weeks." You remind him, bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling at it lightly with your fingers to signal to him that you want him to take it off.
"Yeah," he starts, taking the hint and grabbing the fabric before he swiftly raises his arms above his head and pulls the shirt off of himself. "Three weeks too long." He finishes, dropping the shirt beside the two of you. It lands on top of your robe.
You don't have enough time to run your hands across his broad shoulders and chest before he's grabbing you by your arms and turning you around to face the wall. Your face is pressed against the cold wall as he grips your hips, pulling you back against him.
He places kisses against your shoulder, trailing them up until he reaches your ear. "You feel that?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, pressing a light kiss there as well. He pushes his hips against you, his dick now fully hard and pressing against your backside. "That's what you do to me. You drive me crazy." He laughs, his hot breath fanning across the side of your face. His breath smells minty like toothpaste.
You feel the grip of his right hand leave your hip before feeling him trail his fingers up your side, leaving goosebumps in the path. His large hand reaches your throat and envelopes it nicely. You feel the cold press of his pinky ring against your hot skin as he squeezes the sides of your throat lightly, careful to not cut too much air off.
Your head feels fuzzy, pressure is beginning to build, but it feels so good. You trust him, which makes it feel even better. "Tell me what you want." He whispers, relaxing his fingers on your throat but still keeping it trapped in his grasp. That fuzzy feeling is starting to fade.
"Wanna feel you." You mumble, pushing back against him and wiggling your hips to tease him. You feel him rest his forehead against your back as he squeezes your hip in his tight grip. "Need you, please." You tell him, and you mean it. You've never meant anything more.
"Couch?" He asks, removing his hand from your throat before stepping back away from you and grabbing your hand to lead you to whatever destination you choose.
"Couch." You agree, squeezing his large hand with your smaller one as you follow behind him the short distance to the couch in the corner of the room. He steps out of his shoes skillfully before reaching the couch and turning back to face you.
"Sit down." You urge him, pushing your hands against his bare chest to help force him down. Once he's seated on the soft couch cushion you take your seat on his lap, straddling him. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, scratching at the flesh lightly with his nails. Light pink scratches are a map of the path his fingers are taking.
You grind your hips down against him, rubbing your bare core against the hard length of his dick that is still trapped in his sweatpants. You know you're leaving a stain, but you don't care enough to quit. His hands come up to your face, one finding its way to the back of your head as the other finds its home under your jaw, gripping you by your cheeks tightly as he pulls you down to kiss him.
The kiss is needy. Two people communicating a whole conversation just through kissing alone. Kisses that say I've missed you. I needed you. You're panting into his mouth as you continue to grind down against him. You feel his sturdy thighs flexing as he tries not to buck his hips into you.
You pull away from the kiss, a string of spit still connecting the two of you before it finally breaks. You get a good look at him. His eyes are dazed and his cheeks pink. His lips are slightly swollen from your kisses. He looks absolutely beautiful. You wish you could keep this image of him in your mind forever. He removes his hand from the back of your head and that's when you see it.
His wedding band. It pulls you back down to reality slightly.
"Take your ring off." The words come out before you can stop them. You watch his eyes as they tear away from yours and down to his left ring finger, looking at the small piece of metal that binds him to his wife. He doesn't think twice before removing the ring and placing it haphazardly somewhere on the end table beside the couch.
You want him to feel more like yours and less like hers, at least for tonight. You know him not wearing his ring doesn't change anything and the situation is still as sick as before, but it makes you feel better to not see it sitting snugly on his finger. You push the guilt that you're feeling down as far as you can.
He grabs your hand in his before bringing it to his lips and placing a light kiss against your fingers. You know he can tell that you're feeling off after seeing the ring. The reminder of her. "Hey, come back to me." He whispers, pressing more kisses against your fingers to ground you.
"I'm fine." You tell him, nodding your head. You need to move past it before it consumes you entirely. He watches your face for a beat before nodding his own head. "Need to feel you now, please?" You ask, rolling your hips lazily against him again.
"How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?" He smiles, releasing his grip on your hand and finding the waistband of his sweatpants. You sit up more on your knees to give him room to push the sweatpants down his thighs, finally freeing his dick. You look down and see him pump himself from base to tip a few times. The head is red, you see wetness already collecting at the slit.
"Spit." He commands, bringing his fingers to your lips. You follow his orders, spitting onto his fingers. He swipes his thumb against your bottom lip to collect any leftover wetness before returning his hand to the head of his dick, mixing your spit with the precum that has gathered at the slit. He gives himself a few more pumps before he's satisfied with the way the mixture of your spit and his precum is coating his dick.
He runs the tip of his dick between your folds, teasing you. A gasp escapes from your lips as you grab at his shoulders. He lines himself up with your entrance, bucking his hips up lightly a few times, just enough that the tip enters your warm walls. Without giving him any warning, you sink down onto him fully.
That first stretch is enough to make you gasp as you squeeze his shoulders tightly in your grip, your nails digging into his skin—deep enough to leave a mark. You can tell you've caught him off guard by the way he grunts. "Fuck." He hisses, his hands finding their home on your hips again.
You roll your hips, setting a steady pace on top of him. Your clit is rubbing against his pubic hair, adding to the already overwhelming sensations. He uses his grip on your hips to aid you, rocking you back and forth rhythmically.
"God, how I've missed you." He breathes out, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as you ride him languidly. You whine in response, too overwhelmed by the feeling of finally feeling him inside of you again to form a coherent response. He fills you deliciously, there's not a part of you that his dick is not hitting. "Missed this so much."
His grip moves from your hips to your ass, grabbing and smacking at it aimlessly. "You don't know how much I've thought about this," he tells you, placing kisses against your neck. "You feel even better than I remember—I'm not going to last long with the way you’re gripping me." He confesses, and you know that he's telling the truth from the way you feel him twitch inside of you.
"Fuck me." You whisper, slowing your movements of your hips to allow him to do some of the work. His hands are still on your ass as he raises you up easily, giving himself enough room to be able to buck his hips up into you.
His thrusts start out slow, but they build in momentum and before too long the both of you are sweaty messes as he fucks himself up into you, groaning at the feeling of himself inside of your warm walls. Every drag and pull brings the two of you closer to the edge. You whine as he fucks himself into you deeper, hitting your spot just right. "Yeah, that feels good?" He huffs out, picking up on your sound of approval.
"Mhm," you hum into the crook of his neck, nodding your head weakly. You feel that familiar coil building in the pit of your stomach. "I want to cum with you—want you to cum inside of me. Make me yours again." You pant, clenching around him as he hits that same spot again with the head of his dick.
His body reacts to your words and you feel him twitching inside of you again as you pull him closer to his release just from your words alone. "Gonna cum." He grunts, using his remaining energy to fuck himself into you quicker, deeper, repeatedly hitting that sensitive spot that only he can reach so easily.
The coil inside of you snaps, your orgasm is washing over you in waves as you slump again Rustys' strong chest. You feel yourself clenching around him involuntarily as your body rides out the remainder of the aftershocks. You hear him grunt just before you feel him paint the inside of your walls full of himself.
"I love you so fucking much—you're mine." Rusty pants, hips bucking up erratically now as he empties himself into you entirely, claiming you as his through both his words and actions. He sighs, easing you back down onto him. You feel so full of him, but it's not uncomfortable. He runs his hands up your back to the back of your head, petting your hair gently as he peppers kisses against your sweaty shoulder.
Your head is still pressed into the crook of his neck, hands still gripping his shoulders. You snake your arms around his neck, hugging him closely to you. He does the same, keeping one hand on the back of your head and wrapping the other arm around your back loosely. Both of your chests are pressed closely together and you feel his heart thumping under his skin and you're sure he can feel yours beating just as hard.
You pull your head back enough to look at him. His hair is damp from sweat, some strands sticking to his forehead. He smiles at you lazily, which you return back to him. You lean in and place a couple of quick kisses against his lips. “I really care about you, you know?” You tell him as you pull away, still dancing around the word love, but you know he knows that’s what you’re getting at. His eyes grow soft as he comprehends your words.
“I know you do.” He responds, placing one last quick kiss against your lips before you rest your head against his shoulder again.
You feel his thighs begin to shift under you and you groan in disapproval. "Not yet. Just stay like this for a little bit longer." You whisper, scratching the back of his neck lightly. He nods against your cheek, but you know he'll have to leave soon.
You want to savor this moment for as long as you can. Filled full of him and content, before you have to go back to reality.
Jake Gyllenhaal por Hyea W. Kang para GQ Korea, Marzo 2024
Blurred Lines
Part Two Here:
Summary: Rusty takes a liking to his personal assistant.
Warnings: cheating, so much cheating, smut, coercive sex, maybe dub con elements. fem reader.18+ NO MINORS
Words: 3657
Notes: Omg i've had this idea ever since i saw the first episode. Kind of proofread
You weren’t quite sure of the exact moment the lines were crossed. You couldn’t place your finger on when things changed. Of when the lines became so blurred between a lawyer and his personal assistant that you were on your knees for him, mouth open and waiting eagerly for him. You’re not sure if it was his intense charismatic persona, or his incredible manipulation techniques that made him such a successful lawyer. But here you were, all concerns of repercussions thrown to the wind.
Rusty had hired you because as brilliant as a lawyer he was, he needed somebody to keep track of all the cases and his personal life and keep him in line. And you were an overachiever in every sense of the word. Keeping him on time for meetings and all familial appointments etc etc. In a way, you were like his minder, making sure he didn’t get too carried away and in time he wasn’t late to a single meeting, doctors’ appointment or baseball game thanks to you. You worked hard and often worked late into the nights, on big cases you and Rusty would often eat dinner together in the office. It didn’t seem to bother your fiancé as he was a police officer who worked the night shift regularly. He was going through the cases, and you were keeping on top of his calendar and emails etc. In all honesty, you could’ve done this from home, but you secretly think Rusty was thankful for some kind of company to bounce his ideas off. Or at least so he didn’t feel he was speaking to an empty room all the time.
You kept his life so together, in fact his wife, Barbara, had invited you and your fiancé, Dom, over for lunch on the weekend. At this point you had been working for Rusty for several months and were keen to make some more friends in the city, even if it was your boss who was 10-15 years your senior.
That first lunch could’ve been the first broken line, the first toe into the grey area your life had become. Everything went lovely, you got along with Barbara, or B as she asked you to call her. You two were throwing back cocktails at speeds you shouldn’t have for a midday barbecue.
“You’ve got to tell me how you managed to keep Rusty in line all these months?” B said as she mixed your next cocktail, throwing in sweet fruits and ice before shaking it. Dom and Rusty were out supervising the barbecue and playing catch with the kids.
“Honestly, it’s a lot but I’m very good at organizing and I think I’m very stern with him. Seems to be working otherwise he would’ve fired me.” You shrugged and giggled.
“It’s a very demanding job though, what he does and then of course how you manage it all” B slid your cocktail across the bench.
“It is, I guess my social life has suffered a bit, so I’m thankful for this.” You gestured to the cocktails and B smiled and nodded.
After lunch you and B ended up in the pool, very drunk and giggling like high school girls. It was like hanging out with a cool older sister. Something you didn’t have growing up.
“Dom, baby why don’t you get in? It’s so lovely.” You said to your fiancé as he walked up to your pool.
“No, I can’t. We’ve got to go; I’ve been called in for an emergency.” You pouted at him and swam over to the edge about to get out.
“No, please stay I have so much to gossip about – we haven’t gotten to the juicy work stuff yet.” B called out behind you, and you got out of the pool to be met with a very shirtless Rusty.
“I can drop you home later if that’s okay?” Rusty who was much more sober than you were asked, and you nodded vigorously and told Dom to go and not to worry.
The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to sober up but then being coxed into drinking more with B when she popped open a bottle of red. You hadn’t been able to take your eyes off Rusty since the pool. You knew he worked out but had no idea a man in his forties could be so toned and look so eye wateringly good. You knew it was all the drinks going to your head and the fact that you and Dom had barely had any time to be intimate lately. You pushed the feelings deep down inside of you.
“Looks like you and my wife got on like a house on fire, sweetheart.” Rusty broke the silence on the way home, sometimes it was hard to not talk about work so silence was all there was.
“She’s great, my new best friend in fact. And don’t call me sweetheart its sexist of my boss to do that.” You giggled, looking over to him, smirking.
“Please, we are off the clock. I’ve never seen you like you were today. Sweetheart.” His tone mocked the last word and you giggled again, still drunk.
“I don’t have much of a chance to let loose like that, almost never. So thank you I had a lot of fun.” You reached over and grabbed Rusty’s right hand and held it briefly. It was like little shocks of electricity went through your body; you never had much physical contact with him. Rusty sighed and squeezed your hand back before placing it back on the wheel. A warm fuzzy feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach. Rusty pulled into your driveway, Dom was still out, and the house was dark. Something took over you and you leaned across the centre console and kissed Rusty on the cheek. He was warm and you could smell his cologne being this close.
“Sorry, just wanted to thank you for today.” You whispered when he looked at you. You didn’t move away, his eyes staring at you bewildered. Rusty sighed a smirk and looked down briefly seeing you fiddle with your keys, “you’re so drunk, I better help you get in the door”.
Rusty helped you out of the car, his arm linked with yours as you went up the porch steps to your door. You managed to get the key in the lock, “yep, got it I’ll manage from here.” You turned back to Rusty standing with his arms crossed, seemingly amused.
“Do I get one more for the road?” Rusty pointed to his left cheek, and you rolled your eyes, taking a shaky drunk step towards him. You looked up into his gleaming eyes before closing your eyes and peaking your head around left to meet his cheek. Your eyes sprung wide open as his soft lips connected with yours. His arm slung around your lower waist as he backed you up against the front door. You broke away from the kiss, “Ohmygod I’m sosorry I’m so drunk. Fuck” spilled out of you in a hurry, you opened your scrunched eyes to see Rusty smirking. He kissed you again, breathing you in, his tongue teased at your bottom lip, teeth softly nipping as you let out a small whimper his tongue slid in, feeling your bottom lip and mouth. He pulled away, releasing you and taking a step back. You didn’t give him a chance to speak, you turned around and unlocked the door and shouted, “I’m drunk its fine it was an accident ohmygod don’t fire me I’ll see you Monday.” You slammed the door behind you and ran through your dark house to the bathroom.
You laid in the bath half an hour later, feeling mournfully sober and replaying the kiss in your head again and again. “Yeah, I absolutely keep him in line, you fucking idiot. This is all my fault.” you murmured to yourself and slid under the water and screamed.
Yeah, that was when the lines were first crossed.
*
That Monday, Rusty treated you as normal, the kiss wasn’t even mentioned. Everything seemed to go back to normal. Except, a few weeks after that, Rusty suggested that the two of you work at his house instead of the office on late nights.
“Why not?” He had said, “You and my wife get along so well, and I know she would love you over more even if we are working a bit.” And how could you say no? You had to push down that crushing guilt from that night and chalk it up to pure drunkenness and that it wouldn’t happen again. Despite the shame you felt, you were excited to see B more. From then you were over at his house, several times a week in fact. If B was angry about it, she didn’t say anything, and you felt welcomed as almost part of the family after a few times over. You often helped the kids with their homework when you had a spare moment away from Rusty’s home office. That was where you mostly worked, you deliberately made sure you were on opposite sides of the room. There was always an air around the two of you now when you were alone. It was palpable, made you nervous and you thought Rusty had to have noticed it as well. But if he did, he remained nothing but professional. Professional apart from the fact he was bringing you to work in his home almost every night. You had become more than a PA and had started helping him also prepare for cases, doing more legal work than you were probably allowed to. That’s how Rusty justified it to get you to work with him at home.
You sat at home, alone one night with a glass of wine, enjoying a crime show on TV. It was one of the rare nights Rusty didn’t ask you to work late and you decided to not even look at your work emails until the morning. Dom was already at work, not that his presence these days added much to your life, you had drifted drastically with your busy schedules. You knew it was a rough patch and you would work past it. That fact didn’t make you feel less alone though. There was a soft knock at the door shortly after nine that startled you. You got up from the couch slowly, deep down you knew it was Rusty. The thought somewhat thrilled you of being alone with him and the other part terrified you.
“Hi sweetheart. Are-are you alone? Or busy?” Rusty had a small stack of files in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. You suddenly felt very naked in your shirt dress when he was still in suit pants and dress top.
“No. Thought this was my night off?” You gestured to the stack of files in his hand and he shrugged and chuckled.
“That’s why I brought wine? I have a couple of things I’d like to run past you” You opened the door for him and walked back to turn off the tv. You got Rusty a wine glass and sat down on your couch again. The court date for this trial was a few days away. It was the murder of a woman; she was found dumped behind the bar she worked at. Most of the evidence was circumstantial for the main suspect but you continued to bounce theories off one another.
A couple of glasses down, you both seemed to have edged closer to each other. Your knees knocked together, and hands brushed over one another as you gestured to photos and pieces of evidence. Something clicked in your brain, you grabbed a couple of photos and looked at him. “Rusty! I’ve got it! This is how you’re going to nail him.” you were excited and shuffled even close to him, any closer and you would be sitting in his lap. Your eyes beamed as you explained your theory and he got more and more thrilled and scribbled notes down on a pad on his knee.
“You’re fucking brilliant! This is it!” Rusty grabbed your hand and squeezed it. The wine seemed to hit your head all at once. The edges of the room became fuzzy, and everything felt too warm and too close. You stood up and took the bottle of wine back to the kitchen, Rusty followed you silently. You felt his presence behind you, his large frame looming. Rusty’s hand reached out and rubbed it from your shoulder to your hand. You shivered and leaned into it subconsciously and Rusty grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him.
Your eyes met his, his eyes had darkened, and a wanton look had filled them. His warm hand ran back up your arm, his knuckles brushed up your neck and put a lock of hair behind your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut, you enjoyed his touch and you hated yourself for it. His hand lingered and held your face, tilting it up again, forcing you to look at him. Rusty’s thumb ran along your jawline to your bottom lip and pulled, caressing it lightly. Your breath was caught in your throat, you felt frozen in place. You were both dancing on the line, daring the other to jump off. You felt yourself reach out to him, allowed your hand to run through his hair, slightly tugging as you did. A soft growl like sound escaped him and, in an instant, he crushed the distance between you two and his lips were on yours. You bit his lip first, in an attempt to gain more control. He smirked against you and lifted you up onto the benchtop. You bit his lip again, harder and his mouth opened in a soft deep moan was swallowed by your mouth as you pulled him closer, he settled between your legs, his tight jeans pressed up against you. His spare hand ran up your thigh, up past your waist and cupped the underside of your boob. He squeezed lightly, you leaned into his touch, and he squeezed harder, coaxing a moan from you, the first one of the night.
Your hands landed on his belt buckle as your fiddled and struggled to undo it and he chucked against your lips, pulling away to look at you.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said it so quietly, if he didn’t repeat it again more firmly, ‘you’re so fucking beautiful” you may have hallucinated it. His hand ran slowly up your thigh, squeezing and scratching as he went. It made you feel weak. His kissed soft pecks at first at a spot beneath your ear, then his teeth grazed your neck right as he pulled down your panties roughly. You shivered, a hand caressing his head, hand buried in his hair again.
“Rusty, this is so wrong.” A moment of clarity. Your mind cleared for a moment, you pulled his head away from your neck.
“Yes, it is.” His hand pressed against your clit, he rubbed small, taught circles and your eyes fluttered shut again.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Rusty.” Your voice came out in nothing more than a mewl, Rusty chuckled as his fingers moved down to your cunt, you gasped as he slid two fingers inside of you, curling them immediately. He shifted his hand, his fingers going deeper inside of you as you let out a breathy sigh.
“If you think we should stop, then why are you so wet for me?” Rusty curled his fingers again, caressing that spot you can never seem to reach and started fucking his fingers into you slowly but deeply. It knocked the breath out of you, you hadn’t felt this good in a long time. The kitchen was silent except from the small whimpers escaping your mouth, the sound of your utterly wet cunt and the satisfied chuckle from Rusty as he licked and nibbled at your neck. Rusty picked up the pace and you were rendered useless on the counter, a slave to his touch. You felt your stomach pinch, a low rumbling, tingling feeling took over you.
“Rusty, I’m-I’m going to cum.” You whimpered, his thumb found your clit and rubbed firm tight circles, sending you over the edge. You moaned out loudly, unable to keep quiet, the pleasure vibrating through you, taking you by surprise.
“That’s it sweetheart.” Rusty whispered, his hand working you through it. Every nerve ending exploded, writhed in pleasure as he pulled the orgasm from you. He pulled away and your clit pulsed, and cunt twitched from the lack of touch.
Well, that’s how you ended up on the knees, eagerly awaiting your boss’s cock.
You slid to the ground, looking him in the eyes the entire time as you finished unbuckling his belt and slid his pants down his legs. You pulled his cock out of his pants; he was painfully hard. The veins protruding and the tip was red and smeared with pre-cum. You looked back up at him his breath caught in his throat, as if he was trying to maintain unfazed by the interaction. He let out a sigh of relief when you gripped him firmly, bringing your hand back and forth a few times. He felt heavy in your hand, your eyes flashed between his dick and his eyes.
“Open up for me.” Rusty grabbed the base of your neck and pulled you even closer to him. you opened your mouth, stuck your tongue out and narrowed your eyes up at him. He gripped his hand on the back of your head tighter and brought your lips to the tip of his cock. You licked the tip before eagerly sucking down on it. He released his hand, and a moan escaped his lips, it was low and sweet. You sucked in a breath before reaching his base, your nose almost touching his stomach. His hand went back to your head, almost steadying himself from the pleasure. Rusty started moving your mouth back and forth over his dick, making you take it all the way in and then out again. Your eyes watered and you blinked it away, your vision blurred of the man above you. Rusty pulled you off his dick, you looked up at him again with glassy eyes, he looked down with lust filled ones and bent down to help you up. Before giving you time to breathe, he kissed you again, his tugged your waist toward him.
You started walking backwards to your bedroom, a flicker of thought went to your fiancé but it dissipated as Rusty’s hand snaked down and grabbed at your ass, pulling and spanking as you entered your bedroom. You let him push you back on your bed, standing over you as he stripped down to his underwear. You watched through lusty eyes, unable to stop yourself from biting your lip as you saw his abs. You sat up and tore off your shirt, you weren’t wearing a bra, so you covered yourself out of self-consciousness as Rusty crawled to you on the bed and grabbed your thighs, pulling you closer to him. He pinned your hands above your head and admired your boobs, kissing down your chest, to your belly and kissed once on your cunt.
“Do you have a condom?” You asked in a rush, like this wasn’t your place.
Rusty shook his head as he hooked your legs over his shoulder and lined himself up anyway. You had stopped taking birth control a while ago, not that it mattered as you and Dom hadn’t been intimate in more than a month or two. You sucked in a deep breath as Rusty pushed in slowly, a gasp was knocked from you as he bottomed out, moaning as he did. At the angle he was at, he only had to thrust slightly, and he was so deep inside of you. His dick brushed your g-spot easily and you moaned out, urging him to thrust deeper and harder. You moaned, pulling his closer to you as he thrusted faster into you.
“I’m not going to last long.” He groaned in your ear, you only moaned back, not caring, he felt too good you just wanted as much as he would give. He sat back on his calves and grabbed your hips, lifting and them towards him as he thrusted into you. You moved your hips back against his, meeting his thrusts with your own. You swore when he crushed his body back against yours, he thrusted harder into you. It took you by surprise, you didn’t expect him to be gentle, but his brutal thrusts knocked the wind out of you, all you could do is lie there and take it. His hand slithered down to your clit again and you tensed, feeling the coil in your stomach getting ready to snap again, you whined, spurring him on.
“Come on honey, I know you’ve got another one for me.” He was so sure of himself, it made you believe him. And how could you not when he felt so good inside of you, he rubbed once more before pinching your clit and you whimpered. He did it again and you almost screamed, the elastic snapped, and your orgasm washed over you. It was more powerful than the first and your cunt throbbed as Rusty thrusted into you for the final time before he groaned, lazily thrusting as his seed spilled into you. He stayed inside of you for a minute, catching his breath.
Everything dawned on you at once. Tonight had to be a one-time thing. But you knew with Rusty it was never going to be that way. You weren’t even sure if the lines existed anymore.
primetime.
a/n: i hate rusty but he brings out my inner hoe byeeeee
pairing: rusty isabitch sabich x f!reader
summary: rusty is overwhelmed by the trial and sought you out to help him forget about his worries.
warning: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. smut, infidelity, c&b torture, suffocation, oral sex, p in v, facesitting, dom-ish reader??
Rusty’s pale blue gaze sweeps over your half-naked body as you come out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a silk black robe as he unpacks the Chinese take-out from the restaurant’s brown paper bag.
You thank him for receiving the takeout when the desk clerk brought it up to the apartment, smiling at the sight of his messy hair from the shower he took with you.
He smirks back at you and compliments the robe. Leaving half of the containers and sauces in the bag, he turns and pulls you by the hips.
Rusty relishes in the silky touch of your robe, reminded of the silky touch of your most intimate areas. You allow him to kiss you with his hands under the fabric, groping at your ass before gently pushing him back with the reminder that you’re hungry.
Sitting on your lavish couch, you mostly talk about the case he’s been stuck in ever since Carolyn’s death. Between bites and swigs from the brown beer bottle perched on the floor beside you, he confesses things and emotions to you that he feels he can’t confess to anyone.
His lingering love for Carolyn. The troubles in his marriage. The fear of hatred from his children. How jealous he secretly feels to know his wife kissed someone else.
Despite not having romantic feelings towards Rusty, you do consider him a friend. Some friends play golf, shoot hoops or pool. You and Rusty fuck.
It feels natural for you both. You met Rusty a bit after he began his affair with Carolyn through a dating app. The pair of you were looking for a good talk and fuck and although there were no strings attached on your behalf, Rusty decided to conceal his marriage by hiding hi wedding band.
When you found out the truth, you were livid at Rusty. Not for being married to someone that’s not you – you didn’t love him. You’re happily married to a man who treats you like a queen and is modern enough to have accept your open marriage.
What bothered you is that he didn’t tell you about it. Having sex with other people is only fine when all parties agree to it. He tried to argue that it was the same as your marriage, but you were quick to stomp out his bullshit.
That was when you told Rusty you had to end the relationship with him.
Looking out the panoramic windows of your high-rise apartment, he watches the city from above as you take the dirty empty dishes to the kitchen.
“Isn’t your husband coming home?”
“No. He’s in New York for the week.”
“Does he know you’re seeing me again?”
You pause and glance at him.
“Whatever happened to don’t ask, don’t tell?”
Rusty never liked talking about your husband. Deep down, he felt a little sting of jealousy in his chest. He was never really fond of sharing his toys, but he would never tell you that.
“Just curious as to how you guys make it work?”
“He knows, yes” you reply sitting back on the couch. “And he doesn’t like you.”
“How come he lets you still me?”
“Because choosing who I fuck is decided by me, not him.”
He smirks at your boldness, surprised as he tries to paint a mental image of you talking to your husband about the other guy you fuck.
“I guess that’s only fair” he nods.
“He just doesn’t want me to get into trouble. Your last mistress did end up dead, after all.”
Rusty’s head falls forward as he watches himself wring his hands. You didn’t think before sayin it and his reaction makes you realize how harsh it really sounds.
There’s a tug at your heartstrings that unbridles a guilt you didn’t even know you had inside.
“I’m sorry, Rusty. That came out a lot worse than-“
“It’s alright.”
You can’t tell it’s not. He’s not. Being reminded of Carolyn’s death and the way she was murdered is like a wet rag over a flame.
“I should get going,” Rusty moves to stand feeling like a guest who’s overstayed their welcome.
“No. Stay.”
Your plea comes with a hand on his arm. He looks at your gentle touch and watches it moves to his thigh, slowly caressing the thick muscle there.
“Stay with me, hm?” you whisper as his eyes meet yours.
Cautiously closing the space between you both, you place a tender kiss to his cheek. He closes his eyes, letting your affection melt his worries away. He knows he shouldn’t. It should feel wrong. But his head tilts to the side and meet your butterfly kisses with his lips.
Your legs sweep over his and you move to straddle his lap, quick to unzip his hoodie that shields his shirtless body. His large hands squeeze your thighs and ass here and there as they explore your body.
Your open palms frolic over his furry chest, indulging in the thick layer of dark hair that sends butterflies fluttering around his stomach. Already excited for what’s to come, heat bubbles in his core.
Kneading your ass, his thick fingers slip to your waist to untie the knot of the robe. You let it fall open, too mesmerized by his unyielding kisses on your neck as the silky fabric slides down your shoulders.
Rusty likes to think of your body as a magical map. He knows all the secrets to a world only he knows, filled with hidden paths to the extraordinary highs not even you knew how to unlock.
He knows how to make you come undone; he had made his personal mission to do so and you reciprocated with lust of the same intensity.
Your exposed sex presses against his hardened member. You can feel it as it twitches in his gray sweatpants when his hands capture your breast, squeezing at the soft flesh.
“Take this off.”
His eagerness doesn’t allow him to wait for you to slip your arms from the sleeves, so his hasty hands do the work for you. It forces him to pull away from your neck and cease his bruising mauling. He tosses the t-shirt to the ground; your bra follows and lands on top of it.
Heat pools in your depths like fire under a cauldron as fleeting kisses trail down your sternum and stop in the valley between your breast.
Gravely moans hum out from the back of his throat as he deeply inhales the delightful aroma left on your skin by your favorite body wash.
His hungry lips take their turns altering from one nipple to the other, latching and suckling at the hardening buttons. His restless tongue circles around each of them as he squeezes your breasts together as if he could swallow them both.
Your back arches into his touch which sends waves of pleasure straight to your core, especially when his teeth and growing 5 o’clock shadow scrap along your tender tits.
Skin burning feverishly, you moan his name over and over, telling him how good he’s making you feel. Your praises never fail to ignite something darker in him.
“Lemme taste you again” he breathes against your lips.
Arousal moistens your sex at his request, damp with your lust for him. You nod excitedly just thinking about how well he ate you out just a couple hours ago.
He lays down on the couch, stretching his tall frame along its length. With his legs being too long, he has to bend his knees to rest his soles on the cushion while you watch him adjust, waiting for the right moment to straddle his head.
Fully naked, he reaches for your thighs to pull you closer. You carefully settle your knees on either side of his head and remove the back cushion of his sofa to make room for your position.
Tucking your bare feet under his arms, he impatiently snakes his arms around your frame and grope at your breasts. Your hips lower and you finally take your seat on his face.
His tongue hungrily laps your drenched plushy lips, licking up every drop of your arousal. One of your hands combs through his dark hair while the other rests on the sofa’s arm, keeping you balanced.
Your hips slowly rock back and forth, hovering over his mouth just enough to let his tongue sandwich itself between your juicy lips.
Hands gliding down your front, his fingers eagerly creep down past your hips to reach your cunt. They gently pull at your sweet lips, parting them in such a way that makes fire rise to your cheeks at the extreme exposure.
Finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, he suckles at it and alters to and from the circling of his tongue. He drives you quickly closer and closer towards that familiar climax through faint rippling waves.
As the pleasure builds, his finger rubs at your throbbing nub over and over while his tongue delves deeper, hungrily lapping at the sweet juices trickling from your walls. Grinding down against his face, his finger is replaced by his nose, nudging your pulsing bundle of nerves with every thrust.
Rusty smiles to himself watching your breasts bounce. He revels in his ability of making you contort and whine as he pushes you over that mind-numbing apex that has your body trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck!” you breath heavily rolling your hips along his face. “You like that huh? You like it when I sit on your face?”
He nods with dark devilish eyes, holding your hips aggressively to force them down.
“Don’t tap out quick on me, Rusty.”
You smirk almost evilly as you smother his nose and mouth with your pussy, forcing his wiggling tongue to fuck your soaking hole. Watching the veins on his temples throb, you chuckle as the weight suffocates him.
“Atta boy. Taking it like a champ for me. Can’t get enough of this pussy, can ya? Little more. Little more! You can take it!”
You giggle as his eyes begin to glaze with darkness and his hand finally taps your tummy, a silent request to breathe.
“Such a good boy for me, baby” you praise him as he pants breathlessly, reaching his hand down to stroke his stiff aching cock.
“No,” you order firmly with a contradicting smile. “You don’t get to control that pleasure. That’s my job.”
“Y-yes” he pants.
Rusty’s eyes never leave the sight of your pussy, even when you stand and remove yourself from your human seat.
With a nod of your head, you command him to scoot further down as you hand him one of the decorative pillows to place under his head. Your leg lifts again and you straddle him once more, only this time, you grant yourself the view of his dick as his mouth begins its work again.
Releasing his heavily hard and thick member, you push his sweat pants down and slide them off his legs with his help. The second your hand wraps around it, his hands squeeze your ass cheeks.
You press his leaking tip to your lips, pushing your spit onto his head. Judging from the precum, he doesn’t need much, but you like it when things get messy.
Rusty has to contain himself and refrain from combusting when he feels your mouth on his cock. The work you do with your mouth is incomparable and the reason he always tries to be ‘good’ for you – to get himself a blowjob that he’ll touch himself over the following months.
Although you love your husband very much and are more than content with his package, it’s undeniable that Rusty’s is far bigger in length and in girth.
You moan as you take him in deep with your finger and thumb at the base, his tip hitting the back of your throat with ease. As your head bobs up and down, your other hand moves lower to cup his balls and gingerly squeeze them.
One at a time, you’re careful to not apply too much pressure too soon. You work him up to that slowly until you’re able to tourniquet them with your fingers. You squeeze them, making them plump for punishment.
“Ready to be a good boy again, baby?”
He hums but you feel his head nod between your leg, drenched in the sticky slimy mess he’s made of your cunt.
“You’re not gonna cum, are you?” you smirk gently grazing your open palm over the delicate swollen sack.
He shakes his head eagerly.
You deliver the first slap. Not too hard; just enough to allow to prepare stronger ones. He groans as his body trembles underneath yours.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“F-feels so fucking good!” he whimpers squeezing your ass as he braces for more blows.
The delicious pain overwhelms him enough to lose track of your pleasure, so you order him to get back to work and threaten to stop. You laugh at how quick he is to bury his face back into your sopping pussy.
After a few more and harder blows to his balls, separated by the bobbing of your head and stroking of his dick, he pushes you firmly with a firm slap to your ass.
“Gimme this fucking pussy,” he begs.
He doesn’t bother to wipe your juices off his face as you both stand. You can taste yourself when his lips desperately crash on you. Dipping his larger frame, he taps at your thighs as an unspoken invitation to jump.
His strong arms are quick to effortlessly lift you up until your legs are able to hug his hips. He guides you backwards and pins you to the panoramic wall of sturdy glass.
Using your hand, you align his cock to your entrance and him penetrate you with ease. You moan as you relish in the fullness and stretch of him inside you. He smirks to himself watching your mouth hang open in a daze.
“Let’s give my neighbors a show, baby.”