Hands !

hihihihi! 🥹💕 i want to let you know that i adore your hotch fics! and i wanted to ask if you’d be ok—but no pressure!!!— to write one with bombshell!reader waking up from anesthesia and forgetting hotch and her are already together and starts flirting with him the way bombshell!reader absolutely would lol? thank you!

thanks for requesting lovely! fem, 1k

You don’t remember waking up, but you’re sitting against a pillow with a yoghurt in your hand. You must’ve been on some sort of auto-pilot… Are you in a hospital gown?

You put your yoghurt down on the table that’s been wheeled over your lap and stare at the white-blue chequered gown creased between your thighs. Your head feels heavy. 

“You okay?” 

You drag your gaze to the source of the voice. 

Agent Hotchner sits in the chair next to your bed. He has one leg crossed over the other, but he notices your confusion and his nonchalance turns to concern. “You need help?” 

“With the yoghurt?” you ask. 

“Yeah, honey. I can help.” 

You roll that over in your mind. Stern Agent Hotchner just called you honey. 

You’ve been trying to convince him for a while that you’re someone worth being sweet to. Trying to sway him, because there are parts of him you can’t get out of your head when he’s not around. He has not yet been swayed. Honey is a hand held out you’re going to snatch. 

Hotch stands. He goes to pick up your yoghurt. 

“What, are you gonna spoon feed me?” you ask, a clumsy drawl to your voice.

“I was going to… but I don’t like your tone.” 

Is he flirting back? You must’ve hit your head. “Coward,” you murmur. Speaking of hitting your head, there’s a throbbing behind your eyes, and a dryness to your throat bordering on uncomfortable. The yoghurt was there for a reason, clearly, but you don’t have the energy in you to eat seductively. 

“My head hurts,” you say quietly. 

You close your eyes. 

“I know.” A hand touches your face. You stay very still, though your heart doesn’t. “You don’t feel too hot. Do you want a drink? I can get you anything.” 

“Your hand is so big…” 

“Not so much bigger than your own,” he says. 

“Prove it.” 

He says your name like he knows you well, which sets your racing heart off all over again. But, used to hiding from him, you open your eyes to watch him and wipe all surprise from your face. You raise your hand, and he raises his, and you press your fingers together. Your fingertips don’t reach his, his palm wider, warmer. You thread your fingers carefully into the gaps between his, your lips curling into a satisfied smile. 

Less satisfied when he closes his hand around yours. 

“You’re teasing me,” you say. 

“Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why don’t you lay back properly?” 

“Super, super forward.” You lay back under the pressure of his hand, stricken by the feeling that he’s done something like that before. You rest your head against your elevated pillows and have to give up —you can’t hide how surprised you are at his open touching, his face so close to yours you can see every warm fleck in his dark eyes. 

“You look startled,” he murmurs. 

“I think you’ve been bodysnatched.” 

“I have?” 

“Yes.” You nod. “I can’t keep up. And I’m usually pretty great at that.” 

“At what?” 

“Flirting.” 

“Oh,” he says, taking your hand again, pulling it toward his mouth, “you think I’m flirting?” 

“Is there something wrong with me?” 

“Not beyond the usual. You’re more lucid than they suspected you’d be, actually.” He kisses your knuckles. 

“I’ve hit my head.” 

“No, honey, you were under anaesthesia. Everything’s fine.” 

“You’ve hit your head.” 

He breathes out a laugh. “I don’t remember any injuries, but I’d love to know why you think so.” 

“You’re kissing me.” 

He pauses, lowering your hand. “Yes?” he says cautiously. 

“Would you want to do it again?” 

Hotch puts your hand on your chest. He cups your cheek in one hand, takes your shoulder into the other, and leans down to see you eye to eye. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks. You can feel the love he has for you in each word. 

Weirdly, you can feel it in yourself, too. Like, more than a crush. More than wanting him to spin you around or play with your thigh under a desk. You really love him. 

“I think I forgot you,” you say softly. 

“Amnesia is a very common symptom of anaesthesia, don’t worry.” He pulls your face up to peck you, quick but not without a gentleness that has your hands thrumming with pins and needle. “I thought you were acting strange, but I put it down to discomfort. Sorry, I imagine it’s very disconcerting to feel you don’t know me.” 

He just kissed you. “No, I know you, I just… I think I love you, but you don’t usually want me back.” 

He rubs your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve always wanted you,” he says, his dulcet tenor another comfort entirely. “And I love you, whether you remember it or not. Should we try to finish your yoghurt?” 

“You really love me?” 

He turns your face to press a kiss into your eyebrow. “You don’t remember?” 

“I do–” You begin before thinking about it, and realise that you’re telling the truth. You remember that he loves you. Agent Hotchner loves you. He’s in your hospital room handling you like thin glass.  

“Well, is there much else to remember?” 

You practically smirk at him. “I can think of some things.” 

“Wow!” He leans down for another kiss. “You’re awful,” he murmurs, his smile soft on your lips. 

Favorite fics part. 3

7. Alex Albon:

Hoodie szn (fluff)

Labyrinth (fluff)

Safe and sound (fluff)

8. Arthur Leclerc:

Shut up and get Pt.1; Pt.2; Pt.3 (fluff)

Dim the lights (close your eyes) (fluff)

Keep you warm (fluff)

Him comforting reader (fluff)

9. Mick Schumacher:

Diamonds (smut)

Am I clear? (smut)

Merry ruff-mas (smut)

You don't have to be gentle (smut)

The devil is a fallen angel (fluff)

And When I'm Feeling Alone, You Remind Me Of Home (fluff)

10. Daniel Ricciardo:

Punishment (smut)

Him giving head (smut)

Him taking your virginity (smut)

Something watchful (something jealous) (smut)

Last few pages (smut)

Heat (+MV) (smut)

Face sitting (smut)

Stress reliever (smut)

First time (sweet smut)

Spoiling (fluff)

Possessive and obsessive (fluff)

11. Sebastian Vettle:

Touch my body (smut)

Corruption (teacher!seb) (smut)

Scream! (smut)

Clandestine (smut)

No such thing as I can't (+JB) (smut)

I'd rather take my time (smut)

Something wagered (+JB) (smut)

Reader being insecure about her thighs (suggestive)

Stay with me (fluff)

Sugar daddy (smut and fluff)

Look at her (fluff)

A man after midnight (fluff)

12. George Russle:

All of you (smut)

A helping hand (smut)

A helping hand Part.1; Part.2; Part.3 (smut)

We are not just friends and you know it (smut)

Without my permission (smut)

Across the hall Part. 1; Part. 2 (1. fluff, 2 smut)

I think he knows (fluff)

Gust of wind (fluff)

One bed (fluff)

13. Kimi Raikkonen:

Him using ice (smut)

Only the best for you (smut)

Reader gets injured (fluff)

Spoken admiration (fluff)

Protective shield (fluff)

14. Marcus Armstrong:

Careful daughter (fluff)

Sidewalk rule (fluff)

15. Lewis Hamilton:

Please (smut)

Don't give me that look (smut)

Cry little girl (smut)

16. Jenson Button:

No such thing as I can't (+SV) (smut)

Reader reading spicy books (smut)

Jenson is your boss (smut)

Something devoured (smut)

Innocent mind (smut)

Something wagered (+SV) (smut)

Darling (smut)

Morning rush (suggestive)

Sugar daddy (fluff)

Be your wingman (fluff)

Ugly Christmas sweater (fluff)

17. Toto Wolff:

Something desired (smut)

Sleeping on his back (fluff)

18. Mark Webber:

Swimming (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

19. Fernando Alonso

Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

20. Yuki Tsunoda:

God knows I'm tired (fluff)

MASTERLIST

George's big and veiny hands twirling with the little strings of your bikini as you are completely alone on the yacht

here me out on this. George's hands covering your pussy because paparazzi are near <eye emoji bc I cant find it atm>

Kk! So I absolutely loved your last piece about Carlos and the heiress!reader, and I have to agree I really really love those blended fics. Something about them just hits different ya know? And then I saw this post https://www.tumblr.com/monzabee/729167936518012928 and was like god I wish someone still wrote for kimi. And then off I’m scrolling through your blog and I see that ask were apparently you do?? Like holy shit bestie! This is like the greatest day ever! So all of that to say will you please please right something that involves the video from that post?? Pretty please??

MELTING THE ICEMAN

parings: kimi räikkönen x wife!reader

author 🗒️’s: my heart melted writing this, I hope it turned out as you want, love

summary: the one where you see your husband taking care of your son and feel that you couldn’t be happier as you are.

✩. . . masterlist !

Kimi Räikkönen, the Iceman of Formula 1, had always been known for his stoic and unemotional demeanor on the race track. But at home, in the quiet moments, he transformed into a different person entirely. There was a side of him that very few people got to see, a side that was incredibly warm, loving, and tender.

One sunny afternoon, the two of you sat in the cozy living room, surrounded by the soft laughter and gurgles of your 6-month-old son, Jake. Kimi held the baby in his arms, cradling him gently as he made funny faces to elicit the most delightful giggles from your little one.

Kimi leaned down, his lips brushing against Jake's plump, rosy cheeks. "Who's the happiest baby in the world, huh?" he cooed, his Finnish accent making it all the more endearing.

Jake's response was a chorus of delighted baby laughter, a sound that could melt the coldest of hearts. You watched in awe as your husband continued to play with Jake, making silly noises and pretending to nibble on his tiny fingers. It was a side of Kimi that you fell in love with all over again, a side that he reserved for his family.

"Kimi," you whispered, unable to contain your fondness, "you are the best dad in the world."

Kimi looked up from Jake's little face, his azure eyes meeting yours. A small, warm smile graced his lips, a rare sight for the world but a daily occurrence in the privacy of your home. "I learned from the best," he said softly, referring to you.

You couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Kimi's transformation into a devoted father had surprised you, but it had also filled your heart with an indescribable joy. His dedication and love for Jake were unmistakable, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner to share parenthood with.

As the day continued, you both took turns caring for Jake, feeding him, changing his diapers, and watching him drift off to sleep in his crib. Every moment felt like a cherished memory in the making, and you couldn't help but daydream about the future.

When Kimi returned to the living room after putting Jake down for his nap, he found you deep in thought. You looked up at him with a dreamy smile, and he knew you were up to something.

"Darling, what's on your mind?" he asked, settling beside you on the couch.

You took his hand and interlaced your fingers. "Kimi, I was just thinking about how wonderful this is—our little family. I love watching you with Jake, and I can't help but wonder… I want more of these moments. I want more children with you."

Kimi's typically cool exterior cracked, and he looked at you with a mix of surprise and delight. "More children?" he repeated, as if the idea had never occurred to him before. But the spark of warmth in his eyes revealed that he was just as excited by the prospect.

You nodded, your heart pounding with anticipation. "Yes, more children. I want to see you as a father again and again, to have more of these beautiful moments with you."

A slow, genuine smile spread across Kimi's face, and he pulled you into a loving embrace. "I'd love that," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you, and I love our family. Let's make more beautiful memories together."

The two of you sat there, lost in the prospect of a larger, even more joyful family. Kimi held you close, and you knew that your dreams were aligned. It was a beautiful day of laughter, love, and dreams for the future, all in the gentle embrace of your husband and your precious son, Jake. The Iceman had certainly melted, and you couldn't have been happier about it.

pussy drunk charles eating you out continously for what seems like hours and it feels so!!! good!!! - this has been on my mind since forever now

Behave | C.L16

Summary: Just one of those nights where your boyfriend just can’t have enough of you.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, biting, overstimulation

You winced in pain when you felt Charles’ teeth dig in your inner thigh. The bite mark is definitely going to stay for a week. You whined out when you saw Charles softly leaving wet kisses on your bruised skin. Your reaction just made him smirk at you. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful this looks?” he asked as he admired his work of art. “Well your art is always beautiful baby, so I know it looks good” Your compliment made him smile. “Always admiring my work, huh?” He asked, rubbing your thighs with his palm. You just nodded as a response.

His smile grew bigger as he nodded his head murmuring a little ‘good’ to himself. “Now tell me,” his hand that was roaming around your thighs is now right above your already stimulated clit. “How many times have you came?” He asked as you started to think. But, fact is. You couldn’t think much.

You’ve already came thrice. Legs being numb. Head bit blurry. Dumbfounded at his touch.

“Can’t remember?” He asked as he smirked devilishly at you which burned your skin. “No wait, let me think” you said as you started to think. “Aweh you can’t remember-” “Thrice,” you said, interrupting him. “I’ve-I’ve came thrice” Charles looked proud. Proud that he already made you cum thrice. His hand that was resting above your clit went lower. His fingers lingered around your pussy folds. You then grabbed his hand and started to whine as a defense. “Please Charles, baby, enough for tonight” you pleaded.

But he didn’t listen, he knows that you can take much more than this. His fingertips lightly touched your puffy clit which sent shivers all over your body. “Baby, I know pretty well that you can take it. Now behave or else”

You knew what that ‘or else’ was. It’s not like this situation is new to you. Or new to Charles. This has happened before. So many times. But each time, it was a different ‘or else’

Behave or else no more touches for the whole week.

Behave or else you won’t get this cock tonight.

Behave or else I’ll just have to teach you how.

Behave or else you’ll regret it later tonight.

Behave or else…

So obviously this situation wasn’t too new for you. But yet, you know that you have to behave. For him.

His fingertips started to rub your clit in a slow but hard pace. “My princess is going to behave, yeah?” he asked, knowing pretty well that you’re going to say yes. “Y-yes yes” you said as your body started to shake uncontrollably. “Good girl” he said, lightly kissing your thighs.

A/N: Charles always always ALWAYS radiates the best pussy drunk vibe! There’s no doubt there. Anyway requests are open as always. So feel free to ask me what you want me to write. I love you. ❤️

since we all call him daddy already, daddy kink + jenson? 👀

- 👁🫦👁

this is the one. 

the two of you had been out shopping all day, it was jenson’s idea but now he's getting irritated with you dragging him from store to store. 

you were trying on a dress, jenson sitting in the waiting room scrolling through his phone. you stepped out to show him but he wasn't paying attention. 

“jense? jenson?” you called for him twice and no luck. “daddy?” you call, hands on your hips as you call for him. 

the man looks up and smile, “cute. are you done ?” 

you roll your eyes and walk back in to change. jenson gives you his card, letting you pay and telling you he’ll be in the car. 

you cannot believe this man but anyways you bought what you wanted and a pair of heels to match the dress since he was annoying you - you knew he wouldn't mind. 

jenson was waiting in the car for you, sat in the driver’s seat when you got in. “what’s up your ass today?” you ask and he looks over at you. 

“excuse me?” 

“why are you so cranky ? it was your idea to come out.” 

he moved so fast, you didn’t even realize until his hand was wrapped around your throat. “what did you say to me?” 

your eyes meet his. “nothing.” 

“that’s what I thought,” he says. “are you going to behave now?” 

“yes.” he lets go of your throat, hand coming up to rest on your jaw. 

“yes who?” 

“yes jenson.” 

he shook his head disapprovingly, “try again.” 

“yes daddy.” 

“good girl,” he smiles, kissing you. 

the womanly machinations of a kennedy love-sick novelist: enter at your own heed.

evil kennedy men one-shots:

summer wine rfk one-shot

american jack schlossberg one-shot

take me out to the ballgame jfk one-shot

god’s and monsters rfk one-shot

jfk jr one-shot

controversially young!gf rfk one-shot

salvatore rfk one-shot

aviation rfk one-shot

jack schlossberg architectural digest one-shot

jfk, rfk love triangle one-shot

the socially active secretary chapters:

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

kennedy hc's:

rfk hc's

jack schlossberg husband! hc's

boss!bobby and secretary!reader hc’s

loner!bobby and popular girl!reader hc's

god bless america and all the beautiful women in it jack schlossberg comfort hc's

frat!jack schlossberg hc's

situationship!jfk hc's

jfk and nurse!reader hc's

jfk!jr arranged marriage hc's

jack schlossberg & ballerina!reader hc's!

boyfriend!bobby vacation hc's

12 days of melancholichristmas:

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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harmony

{lewis hamilton x fem!reader}; {feat. toto wolff}

in which lewis persuades you to skip work for sexy times.

warnings: smut - woken up with oral, hold the moan vibes + having to keep quiet, oral sex (fem!receiving) while on a phone call, fingering, orgasm denial / build up, dom/sub controlling vibes if you squint with a tiny bit of light choking, semi-exhibitionism, dirty talk and fantasizing, unprotected sex, blatant lying to one’s boss + poor grasp of how f1 engines work on this author’s part (please suspend disbelief)

written for the kink bingo challenge - noise control

You wake up to the feel of his tongue against the flat expanse of skin below your belly button, tracing sinuous circles lower and lower, until he reaches the part of you he’s dying to taste. His fingers are pressed against your thighs, pushing them apart as he wriggles under the duvet, and even though you can’t see him, you can feel him - the scrape of his rough stubble, the heat of his mouth all over you, making you whimper at the sensation of his soft, wet lips touching your skin. You pull down the covers, exposing his braided hair before his wide, brown eyes peek out at you, and he’s smiling, flashing his white teeth at you as he strokes the insides of your thigh with his soft cheek.

“Good morning, beautiful.” His voice is always gruff in the morning, and the sound instantly prickles your skin with awareness and want, and you start to reply when his fingers gently part through your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing at the bead of your clit lazily, teasing you. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” It’s barely dawn and you’re groggy from sleep, but the instant he dips his head to lick a wet stripe up the parts of you he’s touched, your eyes widen and suddenly, the rush of adrenaline and the promise of sex makes your body shiver awake.

“I’ve got to get ready for work in twenty minutes,” you protest, weakly, as his tongue traces erotic shapes between your legs, alternating with gentle little kisses that make you want to whimper and moan his name. His warm hand curls around your hip as he practically worships the softest, sweetest parts of you, lapping with his tongue at the altar of your thighs. “Mmmm,” he whispers, hot breath teasing you, making your body grow hot with desire. “Can’t you call in late? I need to taste all of your sweet, wet cunt. Now.”

You shudder as he seals his mouth over your clit, the suction of it driving you crazy, making you want more, more of anything and everything he’s got. You reach down to stroke his shoulders and cup the back of his head, tight with his braids, and he hums with affection, his eyes watching you with a glint in his eyes - desire inscribed all over his face. His hand trails down the outsides of your thighs, stroking you there, softly, rubbing little circles that make your breathing hitch. “Gonna fuck you with my tongue, love,” he says, and when he makes good on his raspy promise, your hips leap off the bed, feeling the slick, flexible shape of his tongue press deep inside you, curling deliciously into parts of you that’s almost too good to bear. You slide fingers into his tightly wound braids, undulating and gasping that it’s too much and not enough at the same time - wanting roughness, tenderness all at once. He pulls away, breathing heavily - and you relish the sight of his mouth and chin, glistening with your wetness, his saliva.

“So good for me, baby.” His smile is so wide, and it squeezes at your heart to be at the receiving end of such open praise. “You can take more, can’t you?”

You’re barely coherent when you tell him, “please, holy fucking shit - please, more?” He grins, leans down for a final kiss along your soft lips.

“I’ll give you everything you need, baby,” he pauses, like the most evil, opportunistic man alive, “if you call up work now and tell them you’re not coming in today.”

Your eyes widen when you register the thing he’s asking you to do. “Lewis. I can’t - I have so many things to clear today. We’re working on the engine-”

He gives you a faintly pitying look. “You work too fucking hard, my love. Don’t you deserve just one day off?” He lets a slow smile cross his face, his voice dipping into dangerously low territory. “One day where you get to spend all day in bed with my mouth between your thighs and my cock deep inside you.”

You can’t repress the shiver that runs through your whole body, with the erotic timbre of his voice, the sultry way he looks at you - hands wide on your thigh, thumb stroking absently as if to remind you constantly of his touch, to whet your appetite for more.

“Lew.” You chew on your bottom lip, as he raises his eyebrows in a playful challenge. “The boss would kill me.”

“Toto is very understanding.” Lewis assures, his fingers growing restless, sliding to the inside of your thigh and up its slope. “He won’t suspect a thing.” The soft pad of his index finger traces along the juncture of your legs, his feather-light touch along the seam of your pussy somehow more erotic than it has any right to be. You shiver, and Lewis ups the ante, making slow, sinful circles around your clit. “Promise.”

The assurance in his eyes is enough to make you grow bold, and when he tips his face in an unspoken, deliberate order to get your phone from the bedside table, it’s pure instinctive desire that drives you to do so - wanting to please him and only him. You start to look for the number for HR, ready to be done with this call in under a minute, when Lewis taps your thigh and makes you look up.

“Don’t call the admin office. Call Toto himself.” His smile turns almost devious. “I want him to hear it straight from you - that you’re not coming in today.”

As far as requests go, it’s still fairly innocent. You swallow against the intimidating thought of calling Toto, knowing that his displeasure will certainly come through the call, and you really hate making him upset. You think about the way his arms would look in rolled up sleeves, crossed over his broad chest and his mouth turning sullen as he stands to his height above you, and the thought is…

Well… it’s something.

Lewis grins at your face, as if reading your thoughts almost telepathically. “Are you blushing, babe? You down bad for Toto, huh?”

“No!” You hurry to defend yourself, but Lewis just smirks knowingly, the picture of cocky confidence, and it’s kind of hot, actually, that he’s not at all threatened by the way you might just have a tiny little bit of a crush on your boss. “I just… he scares me sometimes, and I hate disappointing him.”

Lewis kisses your hip in assurance. ‘You couldn’t ever disappoint him. He likes you, even if his face doesn’t always show it.’

You shake your head, doubtful and not at all reassured, and your fingers are shaky when you pull up his number and press call. Lewis beams, the pleasure on his handsome face making him even more unfairly gorgeous than you can bear. “Such a good girl,” his voice drops a register, as he bends down and lets his tongue trace a line down your hip and over the mound of your pussy.

Your mouth drops open, and you squirm against him, even as the phone continues to ring in your ear. “Lew! Stop that.”

He chuckles, but doesn’t pay attention, holding you tightly in position for his mouth to explore. “Keep perfectly still for me. And be perfectly professional with Toto, yeah?” You watch with unfolding worry as his fingers spread your legs wide and he dips for for another taste…

You grow frantic. “Lewis! I’m going to cut off this call and-“

“No.” He orders, between swipes of his tongue at your sweetness. “Stay on the line, sweetheart.”

Your stomach drops when Toto answers curtly, voice deep, reminding you of a headmaster that’s ready to dish out punishment. It’s too late to back out of the call now, and Lewis’ eyes sparkle when he realises this. His tongue licks gentle, teasing strokes up your cunt, and you shudder, on the precipice of moaning.

“Hello? Yes?” Toto’s always straight to the point. “Is there a problem with the-”

“No. Toto, I’m sorry to call.” You clear your throat, watching helplessly as Lewis smirks to himself and continues to busy his mouth with your cunt, lapping torturous, zig-zagging motions through your wet centre, letting his tongue tease sinful circles around your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steady your breathing. “I… I won’t be coming in today.”

“Oh.” He pauses, and you hear the shuffling of papers. He sounds distracted. “Why not?”

Lewis squeezes your thigh, and you open your eyes to look right down at him, those gorgeous warm eyes laced with a sensual streak, and the smirk you can only feel against your softest parts. He sucks against your clit, his fingers teasing at your wet entrance now, and your cheeks grow hot as pleasure grows. “I’m sick.” You barely get out, trying to keep your voice as neutral as possible.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Toto says, as heat coils low in your belly to the tune of Lewis’ hot, wet suction, building you up towards a sensation that’s so ridiculously good, you’re dying to cry out. You bite down on your bottom lip, a hand reaching down to fist into his neat braids as your hips rise to press more firmly against his mouth. He moans appreciatively, and you release a shaky breath. Toto’s voice continues, assertive in your ear. “Have you gone to see a doctor?”

“Soon,” you clear your throat again, overriding the impulse to cry out. “But I have enough medication to cover me, I think.”

“Mm.” More papers, and in the background, someone’s talking to him, which takes his attention away for a couple of seconds. Meanwhile, Lewis is unrelenting, devious, his cheeks flushed and now wet with your slick, with the thrill of getting you off in such a precariously sexy way. You pull the phone away from your face to let out the tiniest little whimper, and Lewis makes a low, appreciative sound, a renewed desire to chase that noise all the way until you explode.

“Well you better be getting some rest.” Toto’s voice is measured and even when he speaks again. “Is Lewis there with you?”

Your eyes widen, and Lewis, who can faintly overhear the exchange, pulls away for a second to chuckle. “Yes,” you tell Toto truthfully, because there’s never been any reason to hide your relationship. “He’s uhm… he’s here.”

There’s a fondness that enters his voice when he replies. “Well I hope he takes good care of you.”

You didn’t think you could blush any hotter than right now. Lewis winks at you, and you swallow down a shudder when he returns back to the sacred space between your legs for a long, indulgent lick. “Y-yes. He’s being so very good to me.” You can’t help the little hitch in your breath that escapes, as Lewis rubs the bridge of his nose against your clit, his flexible tongue dipping inside you so he can taste inside. He ventures inside you so deep that your back arches against the mattress, and you struggle to contain yourself and the noises that threaten to spill forth. Lewis looks at you, eyes lust-drenched and irresistible and you moan.

That sound you make doesn’t go unnoticed by Toto, and you hear him get up to close his office door, before sitting back in the chair that creaks a little. When he speaks again, his voice drops a register. “What’s he doing for you, hm?”

Your cheeks burn as you look away from Lewis. “N-nothing.”

“Oh. That’s disappointing,” Toto says, and you can almost imagine the tiniest grin curve up on his face, his forearms with rolled up sleeves now on his desk. “He really ought to be a better boyfriend…”

“H-he is,” you splutter, half caught between embarrassment and worry that he’ll fire you in an instant - or worse, that he’ll stay and listen. The image of Toto listening in, privy to your most secret and sacred intimacies with Lewis, makes you want to hang up instantly. Lewis doesn’t care - he revels in your discomfort, your struggle to maintain your professional facade, your composure. He slides two fingers inside you, curling upwards to rub against the sensitive spot inside you that he has grown accustomed to touching, and your whole body squirms, growing molten-hot, dripping with unfulfilled yearning. You exhale roughly when you manage to tamper down the tide of pleasure, and Lewis smirks when you say, weakly, “He’s… he’s just taking care of me.”

“I bet he is.” Toto’s voice grows almost unbearably low, and this time, there’s an unmistakable gruffness that underscores his words. Your eyes grow wide with realisation when Toto says, “I think I can hear him taking such good care of you.”

Fuck. You definitely should hang up, now.

Lewis murmurs, “put him on loudspeaker, babe.” When you give him the most horrified look of indignation, he strokes your thigh reassuringly. “Trust me. I know you’ll love it.”

There’s nothing - nothing more thrilling than this: the mischievous, cocky arch of his brows when you lose all sense of self and comply with his wishes. Whatever Toto’s thinking about, what he’s able to hear from you two on the other side, you don’t trust yourself to imagine, but you hear the rough edge of his voice that comes through clearly from the loudspeaker, “Please don’t let me interrupt. I just have a couple of questions about the engine if you’re not going to be coming in today…”

Toto’s mean, keeping you on the phone line like that - it’s punishment, surely, for faking an illness. He grills you about the pneumatic valves, and you’re fighting against the way your brain melts from the torture Lewis enacts between your legs, trying to piece together information for Toto that’s at least vaguely professional. You gasp when Lewis’ mouth closes over your entrance, tongue reaching out to lick you there, wet and hot and flexible, making soft little moans. “You taste so good,” he whispers, almost too-loud, “so sweet and good for me.” His tongue pushes right inside you again, and you jerk against the bed, whimpering, on the cusp of begging him to stop - or worse - to let you cum.

“Shhhh,” Lewis warns, eyes crinkling at the sides - gleaming. “Gotta be so quiet, baby.”

So instead of moaning his name like you’re dying to, you rattle off to Toto about the new design of the valves in your shakiest voice, how they’re guaranteed to be more efficient without compromising the speed of the car, the fuel/oxygen conversion, the balancing act you’ve struck between efficacy and the weight of the engine. Between your legs, you’re walking that tightrope sensation of staving off your orgasm and getting so fucking close you just might scream.

Toto clears his throat, and you can hear the impatient shuffle of papers again. “Right. Remains to be seen if it’ll actually work, but I think we can give it a try.”

Lewis smiles - Toto’s tough, but fair and realistic. You twist in the sheets, impatient to be let off. “I’ll send an email about the inner workings-”

“That won’t be necessary,” you can almost hear the smirk Toto gives. “Make sure you rest. I’ll leave you in the excellent hands of Lewis, and please remind him to return you back to us when he’s all done with you.”

“Yes, Toto,” Lewis’ calls out, eyes gleaming with sensual promise even as his thumb rubs over your clit now, keeping you on the edge. You let out a shivery breath and tell Toto, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

“Take care, you two.” Toto chuckles, then clicks off.

“Fuck you,” you start to scold, but then Lewis dips back down at your pussy again and does this illicit thing with his mouth that has the protest dying right in your throat. “Fuck. Lewis.”

“Look at you, being all professional on the phone. God, you know what your technical vocabulary does to me, don’t you? My girl’s so competent,” Lewis says, tenderly, pride filling his voice. All you can manage is a nod, already on the edge of something quite explosive, already beyond mindless from the sweet suction of his pretty mouth. He laps his tongue flat against your clit now, feeling your wetness grow as he builds you up again. You shudder audibly, the sounds of your exhales matching his own ragged breathing. You know Lewis hears it too - and there’s this flash of a smugness he gives you, as if he loves this game so much - the adrenaline of putting you on display, not letting Toto know while he’s tuning you up, still running through him even after Toto’s hung up.

A little part of you wonders what would have happened if he hadn’t hung up.

“Lewis, oh my god,” your voice is too desperate, too full of shame and need - as profane thoughts start to infiltrate your mind that don’t just centre around your boyfriend. In response, Lewis moans, and does this filthy thing with his tongue that’s the very definition of mindfuck. Your heels dig into the sheets bunching around his body, hips twisting in the agonised-pleasure of an almost orgasm, and he fights to keep his mouth on your pussy, but he’s strong and good at what he does.

“Please, please,” you beg, tears in your eyes, and just as you think you cannot take it anymore, he spreads your legs even wider and truly buries his face there, groaning as if he’s half-starved and you’re the last, delicious thing he wants to feast on.

“Lewis… fuck, Lewis!” You thrash against the sheets as an orgasm crashes into you with an intensity that floors you, and he rides the wave with you, eyes blazing, mouth relentlessly dragging out every bit of your pleasure. When the last tremors fade, he laughs with pure, heady pleasure as he kisses your belly with his dirty, slick mouth, smearing your juices on your skin. You’re panting like you just ran a marathon. Lewis’ eyes are so sparkly, so pretty, when he’s this turned on and looking straight up at you.

“Pass me the lube,” he whispers, motioning to the side of the bed that’s just within reach. You comply, and he holds out his hand for you to shakily squeeze a generous dollop of it onto his palm. He reaches down to you, spreading your legs wide, before letting two fingers gently graze over your entrance, touching the sensitive skin there and guiding his fingers in little teasing strokes, making you even slicker for him.

“So pretty,” he says, and you want to protest, because he’s the pretty one when he’s above you like this, glowing with a ethereal aura around him as he looks down at you, full of confidence. Angelic is the word that comes to mind. You watch, captivated by the stretch of the tattooed fingers that wrap around his cock, his eyes at once hungry and so full of tenderness and trust, and your heart can’t stop racing when he leans over you, his thighs bracketing yours.

“Please…” you beg, wrapping arms around his shoulders as you get him right atop you, and he smiles down indulgently, in a look that promises you anything you ask for. “Want you, Lew.”

“Just me?” He teases, and you roll your eyes at his jibe. You know he will never let you live this down - now that he knows about your little crush on Toto.

All teasing aside, you press a kiss to his nose, his Cupid’s bow, and tell him, “You know I want you.” His eyes soften at your admission, growing serious now. “I want you in all the ways a person can want another.”

He looks almost bashful at that - like he’s not expecting such a confession in the midst of a playful morning fuck. “You have me,” he says, taking your hand in his and pressing it to his lips. “All of me. Always.”

Something in your chest melts at his words.

“Relax for me,” he whispers as he runs his cock along your wet, sensitive folds, pressing gently against you, wet with lube and with precum. His cock is so hot and throbbing that it makes you tighten your grip over his shoulders. He brushes his lips over yours, kissing you from the distracting stretch of himself in you, going slow, careful to let you adjust. Lewis is so gentle, and the way he fills you up with such care makes you fall in love with him just a little bit more. “That’s it…” he says, voice husky and slow, “that’s my good girl.”

You kiss him as his fingers wind around the curve of your hip, giving him leverage to move inside you with a rhythm that comes so instinctively to you both, until you melt into the sheets - into him entirely. The haze that surrounds you, heady, dizzying, makes you whimper almost brokenly, unable to form coherent sentences any longer. Dimly you register his fingers sliding up from your hip to your waist, coasting over the curve of your breasts before he slides it over the column of your neck for a gentle squeeze at the sides. He likes these little reminders that you’re his to use - to play with - to tease into mindless ecstasy.

“More, Lewis,” you beg, and he presses his fingers into the gentlest chokehold, before easing up on you, fingers light around your neck, with a grin that tells you he likes it when you sound whimpery, desperate. He fucks you faster now, hissing at the way your fingernails dig into his back, moaning when you drag them down. He whispers your name against your lips between wet, open-mouthed kisses, and you tighten around his cock at how full it feels, having him inside you.

“Bet Toto would’ve loved to hear this,” he says, and you swear at him, because he’s dragging out this fantasy, making you crazy, getting you close as his fingers reach down to rub your aching clit now. He’s close, too, you can tell, from the way his breathing goes ragged, his eyes dark and wide with lust. “You’d let him hear me fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

You only cry out, bucking against his touch, his thrusts. You don’t trust yourself to answer.

“Yeah I know you would. You couldn’t be quiet because you’d want him to hear you get filthy for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is still so smug but there’s the tiniest tremble there that you can hear. It’s so sexy, knowing he’s getting off on it too.

You thrash against him, whining now with the shame of loving what he’s saying, feeling so hot you feel like you might combust. “That’s too dirty, Lew.”

“You love me saying slutty things to you.” He groans, his hips snapping against yours erratically now. He’s so close. “Especially if Toto’s just near enough to hear it, huh? Bet your moans would get us both in trouble.”

You groan, and clench around him at the thought.

“Fuck, I need to come,” Lewis says with a urgency that lights up something primal in you, as all tension breaks apart inside you, and suddenly you’re coming, pulling him closer to you as you shudder uncontrollably, crying out his name, the thought of Toto listening to this at the back of your mind, spurring you on.

Lewis buries his face in your neck and comes inside you deep, and you can feel the spurt of his cum in you - hot, messy and reckless, as he shivers and makes sounds that are better than any dirty fantasy you’ve ever had. He collapses beside you, arms still wrapped around your body as his lips press to your neck, your skin pebbling under the hot brush of his breath. You curl your arms around his back, thoughts of work all forgotten as you kiss the parts of him that are just within your reach. This is all you need, right now. Just him, and no one else.

“I need a shower,” Lewis murmurs, sounding exhausted. You reach behind his neck and massage the line of muscles that connect from the base of his scalp to his shoulders and he hums in gratitude. He always aches there when he eats you out for extended periods of time.

“Thought you were going to stay in bed with me all day,” you half-complain, as he turns his neck to allow your fingers to massage a new spot.

He flashes a bright grin at you, going limp under the touch of your hands. “That depends… are we going to have to make more phone calls to get you going again?”

Your bright blush and squeak of indignation makes him burst into laughter that echoes off your bedroom walls. He’s so terrible - but he’s yours.

All yours.

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I started on this way back in august of 2022, when i was deranged and decided i wanted to explore more ‘hold the moan’ type of scenarios. There might have been an earlier draft of this story where Toto actually joins in (askjhdakjsdhs) but it was too much for my brain to handle and I didn’t want it to detract from Lewis in any way. So maybe we’ll do a Toto one another time (maaaaaybe).

I really struggled to write this for months but eventually I just needed to finish it and let it be. It spiralled past 4K territory and I was slowly but surely losing my mind. Thank fuck it’s done and I don’t have to think about it any more. Also i seem to love writing stories about skipping work to fuck… it’s clearly a kink that resonates.

I’m a bit nervous to have this out cause i haven’t written for him in so long, but I loved writing Lewis in this so much - he’s a really cool mix of sexy, sweet, playful to me, and i def want to write more for him (so send inspo?). Inspiration from this was taken from ‘every kind of way’ by H.E.R.

Would love to know what you thought, or if you’d like to just scream about how mindlessly hot Lewis is at me <3

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all my love, ivy