#lemon fanfic
Spy Awry 2: Mail Room Boogaloo (RDR2 Fanfic, Low Honor Arthur x F!Reader, Modern AU, 18+)
Summary: You had been caught during your mission to infiltrate the FETA corporation, but fortunately you had struck a deal to keep your cover. Unfortunately, however, the deal was not on your terms. A very dishonorable Arthur Callahan had you paying for his silence in his apartment, but he had never brought the terms of the agreement to the workplace. Until now.
Author’s Notes: I wasn’t expecting to write a sequel, but I got horny.
Tags: low honor Arthur, modern AU, bad spy plot as a cover for porn, porn tropes, doggy style, dirty talk, rough sex, office sex, standing sex, creampie, ambiguous ending
Word Count: 4083
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“Have you found him yet?”
Arthur shook his head and looked at his client straight in the eyes. “No sir, haven’t found him. He’s stopped his movements. Maybe he left?”
The rotund man stroked his beard with all the cliché slowness of a James Bond villain. He looked as if he was stuffed into a business suit purchased off the shelf with shoulder seams that lined up with the top of his arms rather than his shoulders. “Maybe he’s biding his time until the heat is off of him. You said you nearly caught him after you started monitoring the 14th floor?”
“Yup.”
The man let out a sigh. “Well, stick around for another couple of weeks. At least find out what he took and report back to me.”
***
You typed away, filing reports and organizing meetings with the ease of a veteran party planner. Getting ten busy people to agree to one time slot wasn’t nearly as hard as everyone made it out to be; it was just a simple matter of tenacity and patience with these kinds of people. Alpha personalities, all who need their needs catered to, could easily be manipulated into cooperating if they smell profit for themselves.
When taking that into account, it was easy to cajole partners into coming to the office for in-person meetings by luring them in with promises of free lunch and opportunities to line their pockets with extra profits.
You were damn good at your job.
But you were supposed to be a corporate spy. What were you doing, performing actualwork?
You had to lay low. After your “run-in” with Arthur in the warehouse last week, the two of you had agreed that he would turn a blind eye to your actions, but that you had to be very careful not to be caught by anyone else, as he was sure he wasn’t the only investigator on the payroll. In exchange, you would visit him after work for, as he called it, “insurance.”
Every night, you’d go up to his small studio apartment and knock slowly on his door three times followed by another three quick raps. He’d open it, drag you inside, and fuck you silly. It was animalistic, pure lust that drove the two of you to tear off each other’s clothes and fornicate wildly. And in the end, you always begged him to come inside of you, and he always gave it to you, a wicked grin on his face.
And every time, you would quickly wash up and leave, despite his attempts to cajole you into staying. He never threatened to blow your cover at those times; perhaps the post-nut bliss made him a little more tame, more forgiving. But you always left as quickly as possible, not wanting to foment any intimacy. You couldn’t afford any emotional connection. This was purely physical.
You knew it was twisted, this farce of a relationship. At work, you were fierce and he was friendly. At his place, you were compliant and he was commanding. In a strange way, coming to him felt like a release from the control you held tightly in your white-knuckled grip during the day.
The familiar sound of a mail cart being rolled around on the threadbare carpet was Pavlovian in its effect on you. Squeezing your thighs together, you took a deep breath and continued to work, ignoring the heated gaze that Arthur directed at you once he rounded the corner.
“Hey there,” he said amicably, waving his hand once. While anyone else might see him as a nice guy with a placid smile, what you noticed immediately was the smirk on his lips as he passed your desk, and the subtle flick of his wrist as he dropped something from his shirt sleeve to land quietly on top of your keyboard. He walked away smoothly, not a single step out of pace as he headed back towards the elevators, but not before shooting you one last, suggestive glance.
A moment was all it took for the lust in his eyes to hit you like a fireball. You swallowed and continued to type, although for a good ten seconds, you realized you were typing the previous paragraph over again. Glancing around and noting that no one was around, you took the small piece of paper, folded up into a compact triangle, and unraveled it.
Meet me in the mail room at lunch.
You looked up at the clock. It was 11:35am. You checked your schedule. Realizing that it was open for once, you wrapped up what you were doing and made your way down to the elevator hallway. Your heart thumped harder with each step, your hands growing a little clammy. Was it nerves? Or was it anticipation?
Perhaps a little bit of both.
***
“You made it, darlin’,” Arthur said delightedly as he looked up and saw you enter the mailroom. The place was small, but well kept. You weren’t surprised; Arthur’s apartment was just as organized. There were shelving units all along the walls, with a desk in the middle of the room, flanked by two folding tables, one labeled OUT and the other labeled IN. The desk had very little on it, just a dusty all-in-one computer with a dingy keyboard and mouse.
“Why am I here?” you asked. You already had a hunch, but he wouldn’t do this here, would he? He might blow his own cover.
He got up from his shitty hand-me-down office chair and stalked towards you. Instinctively, you backed up until you hit the door. His eyes held yours as he reached down and locked the handle.
“Yer a smart girl,” he said softly. “I think you know why you’re here.”
You swallowed, then nodded slowly. Yeah, you knew. Your body certainly knew, as heat pulsed between your legs.
A warm thread of desire wound its way through the tone of his voice, making him sound raspy, barely on the cusp of control. “Spread your legs.”
You took in a deep breath as you widened your stance. You knew better than to touch anything; Arthur was the kind of man who wanted to do everything himself.
He took the hem of your skirt and slowly lifted it. The fabric dragged along your thighs until it bunched up around your waist. Your turquoise lace panties barely hid the fact that you were wet, had been since you had received his note.
“Naughty girl,” he murmured as he placed two fingers over your slit, pressing against the damp fabric. “Thinkin’ dirty thoughts?”
“Your fault,” you breathed.
“Oh? How so?” He slowly rubbed his fingers against you, pressing down on your clit as he did.
Your mind short-circuited, and you couldn’t quite come up with a witty response. “Your stupid note.”
Arthur chuckled. “I could’ve just been askin’ you out for lunch.” His fingers pressed harder, stroked you faster through the fabric.
Your attempt at a sarcastic huff came out as a soft moan instead.
“Admit it. You like this.” He leaned in closer, crowding you against the door, his breath on your ear. “You want this. You needthis.”
You whimpered. His deep voice vibrated into your very bones.
He growled softly as he slipped his fingers past your panties, gliding them inside of your slippery channel. “My dirty little spy,” he crooned in your ear. “You want to come on my fingers or my cock?”
Without hesitation, you answered. “Your cock, please, your cock.”
You could feel the smile on his lips against the sensitive skin of your temple before he placed his other hand around your mouth. You had a millisecond to wonder why before he started to rub your center at a furious pace.
“Quiet now, darlin’,” he said as he fingered you. “You don’t want anyone to know what a little slut you are, do you?”
You shut your eyes and controlled your moans, but as he brought you closer and closer to the edge, you couldn’t help yourself and let out a whine of desperation.
Arthur’s deep rumble in reply sent shivers down your spine. “You need it, don’tcha?”
You nodded. You tried not to show how desperate you were for his touch, but a small, pathetic noise escaped your throat anyway. You were a heated, trembling mess.
He nibbled on the shell of your ear as he slowed his touch. “Too bad, I ain’t ready to end this just yet.”
Letting you go, he caught you by your waist as you crumpled, barely able to stand. You were so damn close, frustration welling deep in your bones.
“Dammit Callahan!” you hissed as he led you back to his desk. You opened your mouth to shit talk him, but your words died in your throat as he grabbed your neck and guided you slowly down until you lay on top of his desk.
“The only words I want to hear from that pretty mouth of yers is ‘yes sir’, ‘please sir’, and thank you sir’,” he growled. “Otherwise, you better be moanin’ my name.”
HIs eyes pinned you down as effectively as his big hands. “Y-yes sir,” you said automatically, easily submitting to his command. If only life were so easy: give this man what he wanted, and he would take care of you.
But at least for a little while, you didn’t have to think.
“Good girl,” he said, smiling as he released his grip on your neck. He let his hand trail down your chest, and gave one of your breasts a playful squeeze before he stroked down your belly, then rested his hand over your mons and patted you there gently. “Now, lift yer skirt, sweetheart.”
With a quick, dutiful nod, you obeyed, lifting your ass up just enough to tuck the fabric up around your waist. As you started to slide your panties down, he lightly batted your hands away. Instead, he took the turquoise fabric in his hands and slid it off of your body. His fingers skimmed over your skin as he lifted your legs and pulled your panties off, leaving your legs hanging over his shoulder.
“I’ll keep these fer now,” he said, pocketing your panties. “You certainly won’t need’em.”
“But—”
He slapped your ass. “Are you questionin’ me?”
You bit your lip. “No, sir.”
Leaning down, Arthur gripped your jaw firmly. “You goin’ to be my good girl, ain’t that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled before he kissed you, a surprisingly gentle kiss, his lips lingering on yours before he pulled away. Spreading your legs, he kneeled down and pulled you close to the table’s edge. He moved your legs, one hooked over each shoulder, and leaned forward.
His tongue on your clit was an epiphany, no matter how many times he did it. The licking, the teasing, the perfect pressure he applied when he knew you needed it, were all so goddamn euphoric that you felt like a goddess being worshiped by her most devout believer.
“Oh god, oh god,” you mewled.
Arthur’s eyebrows furrowed as he moved his head away, and you whimpered. He licked your essence from his lips and pinned you with an intense stare, his pupils dilated with desire. “Beg for me, darlin’, not god.”
“Arthur, please Arthur, Arthur!”
He went right back to your core, his lips wrapping around your center and sucking abruptly.
“Oh fuck, Arthur!” You were so close. So damn close
He hummed. The vibrations went through your body and straight into the pleasure center of your brain. You instinctively reached for his head and dug your fingers into his hair, lifting your hips off the table as you ground down on his face. His tongue pressed against your clit and he licked effusively as he pushed one finger inside of you and curled it upwards.
You exploded, a climax of colorful fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as pure bliss shot through your veins. He reached up and clamped one hand around your mouth to stifle your moans as you shook with your release. Your hips shuddered and your body went rigid as you felt the stress of the world, of everything, slip away, and time lost all meaning. All you were left with was this wonderful, light feeling of pleasure. You could only hear the beating of your own heart for a few moments, followed by the low chuckle of a man who knew he could get what he wanted.
Opening your eyes, you watched Arthur lick his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Delicious,” he purred as he stood up to his full height, towering over you. He reached down to his pants and unzipped his fly.
No matter how many times you saw his full length, you always had a visceral reaction to him. Your body pulsed with desire.
“I can see you droolin’,” he said as pulled out his cock, hard and dripping at the tip. He reached up to your cheek and held it gently for a moment. “Don’t worry girl, I’ll give you what you need.”
Then his grip changed to cover your mouth, and his visage turned feral. With a grunt, he shoved himself inside of your wet channel.
After your initial cry of surprise, you devolved into a moaning, whimpering creature of need. His cock was so thick, so filling, so damn good. You wrapped your legs around him as he fucked you. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk to keep yourself steady. His staccato rhythm laced with a tone of near desperation echoed in the space where the two of you gave into a primal lust.
Arthur leaned forward, his pelvis rubbing against you in all the right ways as he slowed his thrusts. “You want it from behind, pet?”
Without meaning to do it, you tightened your channel around him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said smugly as he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your belly. Taking your left hand, he covered your mouth. “Keep yerself quiet while I fuck you.”
You muffled your own cries as he gripped your hips and did as he said. He fucked you with a passion, his moans intertwining with yours as you stuck your hips out, begging for more. Deeper, harder, you wanted all of him, and you wanted him to make you his.
Arthur leaned forward, his forearms caging you in. You felt the puffs of his breath on your ear, the low growls as he sped up his pace. “Gonna fill you up, darlin’. Can’t wait for you to walk around with my cum dryin’ on your thighs.”
You let out a whine of need.
His hand covered yours over your mouth. “Such a loud li’l spy,” he murmured. “This what you need? Need my cum?”
You nodded vigorously.
Arthur’s breathing hitched. “Fuck, then take it all, sweetheart.”
He tightened his grip on you. You swear his fingers were going to leave bruises on your hip, but you didn’t care. Your mind was so focused on pleasure that you didn’t think about anything else. Turning your head as much as you could with his hand on your mouth, you saw his fierce expression as he barreled towards his climax, a slight snarl on his hips. He looked truly feral, rutting you like a beast.
“Every. Last. Drop,” he gritted out, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust of his hips as he came inside of you. His head leaned back and his eyes closed as he let out another low moan of satisfaction. He held you down, keeping his hips against yours until he caught his breath.
When he finally let you go, you felt some of his cum leaking out, dripping onto your inner thighs. You quickly squeezed your legs together. Turning to him, you held out your hand for your panties.
He smirked and pulled your panties out of his pocket. “You want these?”
You reached for them, but he took a step and pulled them away. “I think I’ll keep these, sweetheart. As a trophy.” He tucked your panties back into his pocket.
“You bastard,” you grit out, but the afterglow made your words sound less harsh than you meant.
Arthur chuckled. “Been called worse.” He then leaned forward and cupped your cheek gently. Your heart started to beat hard as his face turned serious. “Darlin’, the boss is startin’ to get impatient. I can’t keep holding them off. You need to quit in a week, or I’ll have to turn ya in.”
You stared at him in shock. “A… a week?”
He nodded. “Get what you can and get out. Can’t protect you any more than I have been.”
For a moment, there was only silence. The two of you stared at each other, you trying to figure out what to do, and him, waiting for your answer.
Finally, you came to a conclusion. “Alright. I’ll be quick.”
***
“You sure you haven’t been caught by the company?”
You sweated as you stared at the phone screen. You had just video-called your boss, your real boss at SpiralX, to report back, and now he looked at you in disbelief.
“I’m sure. I made a deal,” you replied. You weren’t lying.
He gave you a long sigh. “Even if the one who caught you was a third party, that doesn’t mean they still won’t turn you in later. You better leave town and cover your tracks.”
“I will.”
“Alright.” Your boss leaned back in his chair and regarded you with the same mix of irritation and resignation as one would their guilty child who had just broken a window with a wayward baseball. “So what’s the price?”
“Don’t worry, I already paid it,” you said. You hoped your face was as blank as possible, but your boss also taught you everything you knew about spywork.
Your boss raised an eyebrow, but only nodded without questioning you any further. “Alright. Get going.”
The video call ended, and you breathed a sigh of relief.
***
Your meager belongings were packed, your car filled with most of your boxes. The last things in the apartment were the air mattress you had been sleeping on for the past two nights, a pillow, and a light blanket. You were in the middle of letting the air out of the mattress when you heard the doorbell.
Not knowing who it could be, you carefully went up to the door, sidling up to it in case it was someone dangerous. Peeking out of the peephole, you were surprised by your unexpected visitor. So surprised, in fact, that you didn’t move.
“I know yer in there, darlin’.”
Sighing, you finally opened the door.
“Hello, Arthur,” you said quietly. You had hoped not to see him. You weren’t supposed to become attached. Ever since you had quit your job a week ago and walked out of the office, you had thrown yourself into cleaning and getting rid of the few pieces of furniture you had acquired.
You had been pretty successful at not thinking about Arthur for the first few days. But then on the fourth day, in the morning, when you woke up ravenously horny and needing satisfaction, you jilled off so hard to the thought of Arthur holding you down and having his way with you that you cried out his name. You immediately felt frustrated and vowed to not do it again.
Except that you did the next day, and the next.
And now, he was here, in front of you. Your gaze unconsciously wandered down his body.
“I see where yer lookin’,” he said with a smug grin. Without asking, he sauntered right into your empty apartment and shut the door behind him. “Yer not goin’ to ask how I found you?”
“You’re a private eye. I can guess how.”
He shrugged. Then he looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, then took another step towards you. “Then can you guess why I’m here?”
You looked down at his pants. Reaching down to cup him, feeling his cock hardening under your touch, you grinned. “One last fuck before I go?”
Without words, he gripped your jaw and kissed you hard, not letting you up for breath until you gripped his cock harder. When he did let you go, he grabbed you and pushed you up against the closest wall. Crushing your body against his hard chest, he ground his hips against you like a man possessed. He rapidly pulled your pants off and stripped the T-shirt from you. Your panties and bra were pulled off so quickly that you didn’t even know where they went before he was unzipping his jeans. He pulled out his shaft and rubbed it against your slick folds.
“You need this, don’t you?”
“Yes, please, fuck me,” you begged.
Arthur laughed softly before he reached down and began to toy with your core. “First, let me see your face when you come.”
You reached down to grip Arthur’s arm as he rubbed your center. His other hand played with your nipples. He stroked you so expertly that your climax came barreling down and caught you off guard.
“Fuck! Arthur, yes, fuck, Arthur!” you cried out as you came around his fingers, shaking with the pent up need that had finally been properly released with his touch.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you,” he murmured as he watched you climax in his grip. As you began to slink down the wall, he grabbed your leg and lifted it up, wrapping it around his hip. Angling himself, he aimed for your channel and thrust inside.
“OhArthur,” you gasped at his intrusion, breathing hard as he filled you completely.
“That’s right, take it,” he growled as he began to thrust. “Show me that needy look on yer face when I fuck you.”
You looked up at him and knew you looked like an addict getting their fix. You didn’t care. You mewled and moaned for him, just the way he liked.
“Good girl,” he praised as he thrust more rapidly. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, takin’ my cock.”
He pulled you into his arms and suddenly you were riding his cock as he held you up with the pure strength in his arms, standing in the entryway of your apartment.
“I wanna come inside you,” he growled.
“Do it,” you whisper. “Fill me up, fill me until cum spills down my legs.”
“Oh,fuck,” Arthur moans before he presses you against the wall again and thrusts hard, twice more until he stills, his cock twitching inside of you. His forehead rests against yours, and he lets out a guttural groan as he spills everything within you.
For a blissful minute, the only sounds in the apartment are your ragged breaths, synchronizing with each moment that passed.
And then he stepped away, guiding you to stand on your two feet, his seed spilling down your legs, just as you wanted.
In your dirtied state, he looked at you with a dizzying amount of tenderness. He cupped your cheek and kissed the tip of your nose. “I’ll always remember you, Darlin’.”
For a moment, you almost wanted him to take you away, to keep you as his fucktoy forever.
He took a step back and tucked himself back into his pants, look as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out. Pulling your panties out of his pocket, he grinned. “I’m keepin’ this pair too.”
“Arthur!” you gasped. All your clothes had been packed now, so you’d have to dig through your duffel bag in your car if you wanted another pair.
He laughed as he stuffed them back into his pocket. From his other pocket, he pulled out a business card, handing it to you. “Call me if you want’em back, sweetheart.”
Unable to respond, you could only take the card and watch silently as he opened the door and walked out, leaving you alone, naked.
It took a few moments, but reality finally came back into focus. Sighing, you pulled on your clothes and pocketed his card without a second thought. Finishing up cleaning your apartment, you dropped off the key at the office, and headed to your car. As you passed by a trash can, you pulled his card out again. You stared at the cell phone number. You looked at the trash can. You looked back down at the card.
You pocketed the card and drove away.
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End Notes: Did I just leave the ending open? Sure did. Never know when I want to come back to this AU. But for now, consider this series as done unless I think of some other dirty filthy thing to do with a spy and a private eye. Thank you for reading, I know this is pretty similar to some of the other things I’ve written, but I really needed a dirty low honor Arthur fic to fulfill my filthy desires.
Many many thanks to @shootybangbangand@reddeaddufus for being the bestest beta readers a horny writer could ever ask for.
The Final Chapter:
Christmas Eve with Hans
Tags:@seducedbyseverus@i-sold-danny-elfman-my-soul@i-reblog-gr8-things@psemon@half-blood-slytherpuff@everythingelseistaken8@thecloudsinsecret
Warnings: MAJOR lemon , brief mention of suicide, plot twist ending
Norah was shaking. She didn’t know she was capable of this much fury. This much fear. And as much as she loathed it, this much sexual tension. The confidence, the dominant personality, the infuriating patronization…she couldn’t deny that it was incalculably evil and sexy.
“Come on,” hissed Holly as she grabbed Norah’s hand. Hans had already spun on his heels and was briskly walking in the opposite direction. “What an asshole. I hope John gets him soon. My husband is onto him,” whispered Holly when they were back in the lobby. Norah didn’t dare to speak.
Norah walked carefully- for fear she might burst- back to her corner and paced back and forth. Tears began to fall more freely this time. As much of a turn-on as his commanding presence had been, she also truly didn’t know what she was going to do. Her need was growing stronger by the second and she knew that by the end of the evening she would either die or piss herself. Truthfully, she was beginning to prefer the first option. She was crying, walking, shifting uncomfortably, and trying to distract herself when she heard a “psssstttt.”
Norah stopped in her tracks. She inched closer to the door.
“You didn’t really think I was going to let you suffer, did you?” For the first time of the night, Norah truly felt relief. Trying to speak without moving her lips, she responded “It seemed that way.”
“When the coast is clear, come back here,” Hans ordered. Norah looked across the room, awkwardly half-smiling at anyone who glanced her way. Finally, when everyone was preoccupied, she discreetly slid through the door.
The conference room had been completely transformed. There were couches, pillows, beverages, and snacks and the long conference table had been removed.
“What do you think?” Hans asked sheepishly. Norah was stunned.
“You…did this for me?” she stuttered. Hans nodded.
“I wanted you to be comfortable. Hopefully this won’t last much longer. Oh…and there is a bathroom to your left.”
Norah emitted a quick “thank you!” and made a run for it. When she returned, Hans was sitting on the couch waiting for her. He patted the cushion beside him, signaling her to sit. Norah did as she was asked.
“I do apologize for the discomfort…but you understand that I couldn’t show favoritism in front of another. It would look far too suspicious. Although I must admit, the panic in your eyes was…what’s the American word…adorable?” The eyes that had sent her into sheer terror only half an hour before were now glimmering with kindness. Norah felt herself blush again.
“I’m sure glad you thought it was. I was afraid I said something wrong earlier,” Norah admitted. Hans took her hand and slid his fingers between hers.
“It was…very right.”
Norah turned to face him and asked the question which answer she feared greatly.
“Why me, Hans? I’m certainly nothing special. I’m rarely noticed and yet you picked me out of a crowd. You’re out here doing…unspeakable things, and yet you want to save my life?”
Hans paused for a moment.
“In a way, I’ve been asking myself the same question, Ms. Freeman. Let’s just call it intuition. You’re wrong to say that you aren’t special…you are incredibly so. And beautiful. In one way, I want to shower you with praise and gently show you how stunning you are. In another way, I want to tease you and whisper filthy things in your ear. In one way, I love and even envy your demure innocence…in another way, I want to corrupt you as only I can.”
Norah was startled- then skeptical- and finally, ready to submit to what she has dreamed of since she met Hans.
She whispered softly in his ear,
“Corrupt me.”
Hans cocked his head as if to ask if she was sure. Norah nodded. His soft, but taut lips met hers in a slow, gentle kiss. Without warning, the kisses became rough and passionate. His tongue penetrated her mouth and they took turns flickering them back and forth. They needed to breathe, but could hardly be bothered to come up for air. Their hands explored each other’s bodies frantically and desperately as if they could disappear at any moment. Hans gently bit Norah’s lip and began suckling on her neck: not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to leave a mark. Norah’s breathing sped up as she enjoyed the warmth of his mouth on her cool skin. When Norah fell limp with pleasure and submission, Hans grabbed her by the arms and led her to sit atop his body and straddle him.
“Oh my GOD,” she exclaimed, pleasantly shocked by the massive erection underneath her. He half laughed, half growled and caressed her firm buttocks with both hands. Norah began to rock back and forth on his cock and he let out an involuntary moan. He breathed hotly in her ear,
“I knew it. Deep down, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you?” He used the leverage of his hands to bring her womanhood into even closer and harder grinds against him.
“Only for you,” she replied while peppering kisses from his chin down to his sternum.
Hans grabbed at her shirt and grunted, “How attached are you to this shirt?” Her lips never leaving his chest, she responded, “not very”.
Hans stopped all movement and looked up at her.
“Good,” he snarled. Hans ripped Norah’s button-up blouse apart and threw it on the floor with one fluid motion. Something in Norah seemed to snap. She hastily removed Hans’ suit jacket and tossed it carelessly behind her. Norah loosened his tie and began to undo his shirt buttons one by one as he simultaneously undid the clasp of her bra and threw it behind him. Hans’ shirt and tie were crumpled on the floor and she gazed on his bare chest. It was exactly as she had imagined it. Sparse, dark hair in the center of his chest contrasted the complete smoothness elsewhere until the trail of hair leading downward….
Before she could do anything else, Hans drew one of Norah’s swollen breasts to his mouth. He began with smooth, gentle licks, allowing the hotness of his mouth to contrast with the chilly air of the room. Norah’s nipples stood hardened and erect, begging for pleasure. Hans picked the pace, even gently biting her nipples, sending Norah into temporary ecstasy. Her clitoris was nearly painful as it craved sweet relief and attention. Hans very deliberately kissed all the way down Norah’s breasts to her belly button, to the edge of her skirt. He slid his fingers inside the waistband and slid the skirt to the floor. Norah kicked off her heels as Hans removed his own footwear.
“Now stand,” Hans commanded. Norah froze. Everything had been unbelievably hot and now surely everything would halt if he got a good look at her body. However, as she liked to do for him only- she did what she was told. Norah could feel Hans’ eyes deliberately taking in every inch of her- up and down, up-and down. With a cool half-smile, he moved toward her body - an enormous erection tenting his grey, John Phillips trousers. Hans slid his hands down her shoulders to her arms and then intentionally traced his fingers down the curves of her waist. Norah wasn’t like some of the bimbos he had slept with along the way…they were far too skinny and often left a literal residue of fake tan in his mouth. Norah was all real. He savored the curve of her hips, pulling his groin as close into her as possible so she could feel just how much he wanted all of her. He adored the realness of her body…the love handles and stretch marks somehow made her that much more alluring. His hands went back up to the swell of her breasts and massaged every inch of them. Norah wasn’t sure how much longer she could ask under his prowess.
“Please, Hans, please….” she gasped.
Hans let out a sexy, low chuckle. He inched closer, pushing his protruding erection even harder against her hip bone.
“Please…what?”
“Oh god….” she moaned as his hands reached the curve of her hips and entwined his fingers in the small patch of pubic hair near her sex. “Please…sir. I beg you.” Hans’ met her eyes.
“Well, since you asked nicely….” he ran his fingers from her pubic hair to her throbbing clitoris and she gasped. Laughing, he began to gently circle her sensitivity.
“Hans…more…please more…” she whined.
Instead he began to slow down.
“Oh, not just yet, impatient girl.” He took a finger and made its way inside of her. Norah gasped even louder. As he began to manipulate her from inside, he whispered,
“Now, now, you must have more control than that, Ms. Freeman. After all, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?” he raised an eyebrow. God, she hated him but she LOVED him. He slid in another finger and Norah cupped her hand to prevent a moan from escaping. Norah could feel the tension mounting inside her. Release was coming…building……on the verge………..and then Hans slid his fingers out of her. Norah couldn’t help but whimper out of arousal and frustration. Hans examined his fingers and sucked her juices off of them.
“Ms. Freeman, we’ve only just begun and already you’re absolutely soaked. Tell me, who did this to you?”
“You did, sir.”
“Am I the only one who can make you wet like this, Ms. Freeman?”
“Yes sir…and no one else. Sometimes in the lobby, I soaked myself just daydreaming about you.” Norah bit her lip for an innocent, yet seductive effect.
With this admission, Hans hastily removed his trousers and boxer briefs, his significant manhood springing forth. Norah eyed it carefully and hungrily.
“And this, Ms. Freeman, is what you do to me, naughty girl.” The corners of his lips were curled into an unmistakable smile.
“I believe you dropped something, sir…” observed Norah, and bent to the ground, folding his expensive, grey pants. To his surprise, Norah remained on her knees and put her warm mouth around the tip of his cock. She pushed the entirety of his member into her mouth.
At this, Hans’ full body shuddered and his hips bucked involuntarily.
“Scheisse,” he hissed. Norah bobbed her head back and forth, her tongue occasionally swirling erotically at his tip. Norah cradled a testicle in each hand, caressing them as she sucked- enjoying the hitches in his breathing. Hans grabbed a handful of hair and began to pull her closer and then away from him.
“Norah, Norah, oh God…oh…fuck, yes…” he gasped. With one strong yank of her hair, Hans pulled her away from him. He took her hand and led her to the couch where he laid down in front of her.
Norah began to lay down on him when Hans stopped her.
“Norah are…are you okay with this? Are you ready?” Norah nearly broke down in tears. In that moment, it didn’t matter that he had killed others. He had made sure she was comfortable. And that was all that mattered.
In as sexy of a tone as Norah could manage, she sighed,
“I’ve been ready since you walked in the door tonight.”
Hans was surprisingly gentle as he inserted himself into her depths. Immediately, he moaned,
“Fuck, Norah. You’re so tight. Ahhh, you’re already so wet.” The praise only made Norah grind harder. She was still close to the edge from before and she knew it wouldn’t be long now. They thrusted together, their hips moving in rhythm, the pace accelerating from slow to rapid. Once again, Norah felt the pressure building.
“I’m close, I’m so close….” she cried.
“Cum for me, Norah. Cum for me. I don’t care who hears now. Scream my name, Norah.” In just a few more thrusts she was gone and moaned in his ear,
“Hans…oh Hans….oh my God, baby. Fuck!” Her affirmation was more than enough to send him over the edge and she finished her orgasm, his began and he cried out Norah’s name at his release.
When they had finished, the two sat up, not quite ready to look at each other. They panted heavily, desperately trying to catch their breath. Hans ran his hands through his now messy and sweaty hair. Norah noted how cute he looked with his hair mussed up. Though he was trying his best to hide it, Norah could tell he was shaking. She placed a hand on his hair said nothing. Hans turned to her and grinned weakly. He stood up and began to re-dress. Norah followed suit before holding up her ripped blouse and dangling it in front of Hans’ face.
“Now how am I supposed to put this back on?” she teased. Hans flashed his most charming smile.
“My apologies, I think I got a little carried away.” Norah laughed and did her best to wrap it around her torso. Norah made her way to a cabinet in the corner and after searching a few drawers, found safety pins and pinned the blouse together as best she could.
As wonderful at this has been, Norah couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach. It was guilt. She sat on the couch and Hans wordlessly sat beside her. Norah grabbed his hand and after a few moments of silence, she inquired,
“Why are you doing this?”
Hans laughed and answered,
“You asked me this already! You’re special to me, Norah.” Despite the flattery, Norah shook her head and jerker her thumb in the direction of the lobby.
“No. Why are you doing…THIS?”
It was a long time before Hans responded.
“You could never understand.”
With a kiss on the cheek, Norah grabbed his face and turned it towards hers.
“Try me.”
Hans didn’t want to begin. He wasn’t even sure if he could. How could he articulate this in words when he didn’t fully understand himself?
“When I was a kid…my father headed a business with Takagi Sr. Yes, your boss’s father. My father was a shrewd business man and one day, he and Takagi had a huge disagreement. Takagi told him he refused to work with him anymore. Because the business wasn’t in my dad’s name, he was left with nothing. Worse than that, Takagi slandered his name everyone. He was blacklisted. Unhireable. My mom left…and who could blame her? I never saw her again. We had nothing. NOTHING. After a couple years of stealing and trying to scrounge food from trash cans….” he paused as Norah physically recoiled. “We moved to the United States on my 13th birthday. It was a massive mistake. Even though the war was long over, people were still prejudiced against Germans and Takagi still had contacts in the States. We lived in my father’s car for a while. When the police found out, we had to move around from place to place. I hated it but my father hated it more. He couldn’t take the change of being wealthy to having nothing. But he kept telling me that he would find a job and things would be fine again.”
Hans was silent for a few moments.
“And did he?” Norah inquired impatiently.
Hans looked her in the eyes and she noticed that they seemed more watery than usual.
“My father committed suicide 6 months after we moved to America.”
“Oh Hans!” cried out Norah and enveloped him with an hug that he didn’t ask for. Once again, she could feel him shaking- this time in rage.
“I swore that I would never, EVER live in poverty again. I swore that I would get revenge on the man who forced my father into it. I worked hard in school and plotted tirelessly. I returned to Germany after college. When I heard that Takagi Sr. had passed, I still wasn’t satisfied…he still hadn’t paid for what he did. Takagi Jr. became my new target. I knew with him gone, I could access the fortune…”
Norah turned her head sharply and studied him quizzically.
“So you’re…you’re not a terrorist? You’re just here to pay for what Takagi Sr. did to your dad? To steal money?” Norah shrieked.
Hans hung his head but nodded.
“I’m nothing more than a common thief,” he admitted dejectedly. “To be honest with you, I don’t even really want to do this. But after planning it for years…down to every last detail…after getting my men involved…I just felt like I had to. I wanted to leave after I killed Takagi, but then John McClane kept trying to get in my way. That’s why I had to kill Ellis. Then John had to set the building on fire….”
Norah couldn’t even begin to process all of the information she was given. She was enraged that he would kill innocent people for revenge. Heartbroken by the trauma of his past. Relieved that he hadn’t committed arson as well as murderer. Frustrated that he still went through with a plan he no longer believed in.
“I don’t know what to say, Hans. I’m sorry for everything you went through. It’s unfair. I’m a bit more relaxed knowing that you aren’t a terrorist. But…for FUCK’S SAKE what were you thinking???”
Choked with emotion, Hans replied:
“I was thinking money and revenge would get my childhood back. Would repay my father.” He paused. “It didn’t.”
Norah could have never been prepared for what he could say next.
“Norah, as soon as I leave this room, I’m taking our jet back to Germany. I’m not causing any more damage. When I get there, I’m turning myself in. Because the crimes were committed in America and because I’m pleading innocent, I’ll get much less time than you Americans would think. Especially if I reveal the names of my accomplices. Norah, I would never ask you to wait for me or stay with me while I serve my time. But please know that the memory of you tonight is what I will hold on to as long as I’m in there.”
Norah began to weep. She knew he deserved his punishment. She knew it was right for him to admit to his wrongdoings, but this knowledge did little to numb the pain. She knew she couldn’t just pick up her life and move to Germany, could she?
Hans sauntered over to Norah and wiped the tears from her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her into a long, sensual kiss that neither ever wanted to end.
With a deep breath, Hans walked to the door. He turned around.
“And Norah…I won’t ever expect you to follow me. But please know that if you ever find yourself in Germany…my heart will forever belong to you. Merry Christmas, my love.”
THEEEEEE EEEEEND
How about that surprise ending???
MY GOD THAT WAS ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!!! I WOULD WAIT FOREVER FOR HANS IF I WAS NORAH. NO ONE COULD COMPARE TO HIM.
He was so gentle with her when they made love. God, it was so beautiful. I love how caring he was. God I just have no words. None what would ever come close to expressing how amazing this ending was.
I love you and I love this fic! Thank you so much for writing this for me. I’m forever grateful
CHRISTMAS EVE WITH HANS PART 5
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Norah drew a deep breath and put on her most anxiety ridden face. I have anxiety every day of my life. I’ve been practicing for this role since birth, she thought amusedly. Norah could feel the eyes of everyone in the room boring into her. She kept her eyes on the floor but made sure to add in a quivering lip for effect. She couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride sharing a secret with Hans. The others would never need to know how kind he was. Norah made her way back to her corner, her chest burning with embarrassment as everyone was still staring her way. She had never received so much attention in her life! Without her drawing pad, she felt lost. Norah sat down in the corner, her head resting in the crook of two walls. Making sure she maintained a terrified facial expression- per Hans orders- she closed her eyes. Only a few minutes later, she felt a presence in front of her. Her heart leaped and immediately plummeted as she saw that the person in front of her was James. His concerned eyes were magnified by his wire rimmed glasses.
“Norah, what happened? Are you alright?” He pushed his unkempt red hair out of his unusually sweaty forehead. He clearly cared about her wellbeing, and up until this day, Norah would have basked in his concern. But now…her thoughts gravitated to only one man. And he certainly didn’t wear his pants to his navel. Norah willed herself to shed a tear and vowed to put on a performance that Hans was worthy of.
“I’m f-f-fine,” she stuttered. “He’s such a terrible man. He…he thought I was writing an S.O.S letter…you know how I like to write. It was s-s-some of my best writing and he…he ripped it up!” With this statement, she allowed herself a fake sob and buried her face in her arms.
“Oh, Norah, I am so sorry! That’s awful. If I had a gun, I’d…I’d kill him myself!” Norah didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or scream. On one hand, she was immediately furious at the thought of anyone insulting Hans…on the other hand, the idea of James shooting anyone was comical. Norah let out an involuntary laugh that she quickly disguised as a sob.
“Thank you, James. But I’m okay…I really am. Thank you for caring, but he didn’t shoot me. I’m fine. If you don’t mind I think I’d rather…be alone right now.” Yeah, alone…with Hans, she thought mischievously to herself. Who on earth AM I right now?
James nodded and leaned in as if he was thinking about giving her a hug- then turned away sharply, clearly losing his nerve. He walked back to his original seat and Norah leaned back and closed her eyes again. She felt bad, in a way…she really did. James was a kind, caring man, but Norah felt as thought she had lived her life vegetarian and had just been introduced to a thick, juicy steak…no matter how hard she tried, nothing could compare to Hans and no one ever could.
Her thoughts drifted to her time in his office. She loved his sharply tailored suit which accentuated his physique. He wasn’t a buff man…she imagined that there were no six pack abs or bulging pectorals, but she adored his lanky- but sturdy- frame. Slowly, in her brain, she began to remove his coat and loosen his tie. He removed the crimson tie and began to run his hands up and down her sides, enjoying every curve. She slowly began to unbutton his crisp dress shirt. He had only a slight thatch of hair on his chest and as she removed the shirt, she saw a little happy trail leading right down to the button on his pants. Norah’s fingers undid the top button and Hans helped her as they removed his trousers…
BOOM! Norah’s eyes shot open. Just as I was getting to the good part, she lamented. She heard scattered whispers saying “Ellis! It was Ellis! He shot Ellis!”
Norah’s heart sank, but not for Ellis. He had spent more time talking about himself and snorting cocaine than he ever had on his work. He also was known to speak inappropriately to women in the copy room…but never to Norah of course, as she was seemingly invisible. This was one time she certainly didn’t mind.
No, her heart sank knowing that the man she loved- no, was infatuated with- she reminded herself, had killed yet another person. She simply didn’t understand how someone who had been so kind to her could act this way. Sure, there had been multiple meetings where Norah had thought to herself, “Will someone just shoot this guy so he will shut up?” but never in a million years had she dreamed someone would actually do it. Norah looked around at the others in the room, doing her best to flood her eyes with panic. She was anxious to get back to her daydream about Hans, but surely closing her eyes in a situation like this would look suspicious. Norah got up and approached a kind looking Japanese man whose name she did not know.
“What happened?” she asked timidly, knowing full well what had happened. The man shook his head and looked grimly at her.
“The man shot Ellis. I always hated the man, but it is only a matter of time before it is another one of us. You were in there…I wonder why you were spared?” Norah panicked. Of course people would start to wonder. She racked her brain for an answer.
“I think it’s because I am a woman. Holly Gennero went in earlier and she was spared, too. He’s probably a sick, dirty man or something.” She bit her lip, hoping her lie would make sense. The man nodded without questioning her statement.
“I heard that Holly asked him to provide us with water and bathroom breaks…but so far, he has done nothing but get her a couch.” He jerked his head in the direction of a very pregnant woman.
“And see, she was spared, too…” Norah interjected.
“This guy must be a sick bastard,” the man said. Norah fought the urge to deck him. She walked back to her corner and slid down the walls until she was seated again. The situation had died down, so surely she could daydream in peace now.
Hans looked at her and moved his naturally puckered lips to hers, enveloping her in a hot, passionate kiss. She melted into his body and kissed back earnestly. He swirled his tongue on her mouth and she let a moan escape from her lips. He took both hands and snaked them up the back of her blouse He undid her bra clasps quickly and it dropped to the floor. His hands explored her taut breasts, the nipples already protruding and ready for him. He massaged the nipples gently at first, before pinching them between his index finger and thumb. “Oh, Norah”, he began to growl. “Norah, Norah Norah….”
“Norah….Norah….”
It took her a moment to realize that she was in fact hearing Hans say her name in reality. Realizing that her underwear was already soaked, she blushed a shade of scarlet and looked around for the source of the voice. There was no one in front of her. Could it have just been in her head.
“Norah!” whispered the voice again. No, it had been real…
She turned to her left to see what she thought was a closet door opened just slightly. She scooted over a little. “Yes?” she asked discreetly.
“I hope you weren’t alarmed by Ellis. It had to be done. I was just wondering…you look uncomfortable in the corner. Would you like a pillow?”
WOULD SHE LIKE A PILLOW? These words came from a man who had already murdered two people…if not more in an evening. Yet he was concerned that she looked uncomfortable and was offering her a pillow?
“Wh…what?” she asked, surely misunderstanding his words. He sighed, but repeated himself.
“I’ve been watching…and you keep shifting uncomfortably. I know that corner can’t be cozy. I was wondering if you’d like a pillow and a glass of water.” Norah looked around. As usual, everyone seemed focused on themselves and no one was looking her direction. She got up slowly, making sure to keep her eyes on the crowd. When all was clear, she snuck into the door. It turned out to not be a closet at all…it was a conference room connected to his office…or Holly Gennero’s office, rather. He was holding two fluffy pillows (a funny sight) and a chilled glass of water. She looked him in the eyes, trying to read his expression. Finding herself unable to decipher his feelings, she downed the full glass of water in a single gulp. There was no telling how long they had been sitting in the lobby and she was thirsty yet again. She wondered how the others who hadn’t had water and soda were surviving. He thrust the pillows in her arms.
“Thank you, Mr. Gruber…” he looked at her with a fake sternness and raised an eyebrow. “Okay, thank you Hans…” He smiled. “But as much as I would like to take the pillows and as uncomfortable as I am…wouldn’t this look suspicious? He knitted his brow and pondered. Looking back into her eyes- his glare was always so intense!- he nodded. With a defeated sigh, he responded, “Yes, you’re probably right. I just hate seeing you uncomfortable. I will try to develop another plan. Have you been acting like I asked you to?” Norah nodded earnestly.
“Yes! It’s been a bit…thrilling, to be honest.” Hans was clearly pleased at these words. He took both hands and caressed her upper arms gently. Looking at her seductively, he smirked.
“I knew you could be my little actress. I saw you resting in the corner and a smile flitted across your face I sure hope you weren’t thinking about me. That would be awfully naughty…” he teased with a wink. Norah’s stomach churned- but in the best way.
She smiled and did her best to return the seductive smile. She took a chance that the shy girl inside of her never had.
“I could tell you that I wasn’t,” she began. “But that would be a lie.”
Okay, this chapter was so cute!!!! Norah is such a good actress! Good on her to isolate herself in the corner to make it look like she was scared.
I know it must be hard for her to know that Hans kills people, but maybe she can get him to stop?
I mean, she really seems to bring out the good in him.
MY GOD THE SQUEEING NOISE I MADE WHEN HE OFFERED HER THE PILLOW AND WATER…. MY FIANCE LOOKED AT ME LIKE I HAD A 3RD EYE.
OHHH MYYY GODDDDD I can’t wait to see Hans’ reaction to her brave remark!
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“Y/N HELP ME!!”
You watched as the rogue vampire threw Yui right into your arms. Yui had a horrible bruise on her head.
“Yui!” you hugged her to your chest and she buried her head into your head, refusing to let go.
“Y/N!” She sobbed.
“Get away from me!” You grunted, kicking in the face of another vampire that has grabbed your ankle. You pulled Yui to her feet, standing up as well. You grabbed a vase and hauled it towards the intruders as you stumbled back. Yui was still connected to your arm, afraid to let go.
“You know for someone who fucking hates me, you’re holding on way to damn tight.” you grunted, throwing another vase.
“I’m scared okay!? And you’re better than nothing!”
“Gee, thanks sis.” you sighed.
The rogue vampire, angered finally got a good grasp on your ankle again. How he managed to, you’ll never know. You were ripped away from Yui who cried out to you. You landed on your back and were dragged to the other side of the room.
“Say goodbye to your bride, Sakamaki punks.” he snarled, crawling over you.
You had been home alone with Yui all day, giving the rogues room to break in.
“Y/N!!” you heard.
Every single Sakamaki brother stood at the front door.
“Oh, good to see you’ve come to see the show…”
Before you knew it, you felt a blistering pain in your shoulder. A scratch? No, a deep gash.
“Y/N!!” Kanato shouted first. You didn’t register the other men deciding to fight the other vampires to rush in. Ayato rushed to your side, tearing your jacket sleeve off. The vampire was thrown off you, courtesy of Reiji.
You crawled backwards as vampire limbs were thrown all over the place. Yui was completely frozen. She almost had to watch you die.
“Always getting into trouble cutie-chan.” Ayato giggled, scooping you up into his arms. “Lucky for you, I’m always here.”
… (Three days later)
You were already back on your feet. Someone had to do the chores. Yui sure as hell wasn’t gonna do it. With your right ankles, left arm and right shoulder all bandaged up, you had duties. You had to do them.
Even at night school. You had duties.
“Y/N What happened to you!!” your friend, Mika asked as she rushed over.
“Nothin’ just a slight injury. I’m fine.” you waved her off. You leaned against the lockers, listening to her talk about her week.
The boys were all casually chatting as they walked into the school. Of course they couldn’t help but acknowledge the other girls who swooned over them. It wasn’t until Laito landed his eyes on you.
He tore his eyes away from some random girl and ran over to you.
“Why hello there Sexy-chan.” Laito threw an arm around you just as you saw your friend off. “Come here.” you were gently pushed against the lockers…in front of everyone. “You left so rudely today, our driver told you you completely shut down the idea of riding to school with us.”
“I didn’t want to cause a scene…much like you are right now.” you whispered.
“What can I say.” he bit his lip. Before you knew it, Laito had laid a kiss on your lips. You could hear gasping from all around.
“How’s your ankle?”
“Functioning?” you squeaked as he stepped back. “Everyone saw that you know-”
“So everyone knows…you’re mine.” he winked. “Walk to class with me.” he grabbed your good arm and led you down the hallway.
You tried to ignore the glares on you as Laito threw his blazer around you. You passed Yui who was busy evading her own gang of rabid fangirls who wanted to kill her.
You then noticed you were nowhere near your classroom. In fact you were even more taken aback when you were thrown into an empty classroom.
“Laito? We’re supposed to be in class!” you sighed. “What game are you trying to play now?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” he giggled. “I missed you, and I want you.” he kissed your lips, parting them with his tongue.
Laito ran his hands up under your skirt and held your ass.
“Damn man, without us?” Ayato’s voice cut through the air.
“Why am I not surprised.” I whimpered.
“You idiots took too long.” Laito scoffed. “I was starting to thing you guys actually liked Yui for once.” he said as he kissed down your jaw.
“Dream on…ooooh Cutie-chan!” Ayato sang, yanking you from Laito. “How are you? How’s your shoulder?” He asked cutely. “That bad guy hurt my favorite shoulder to bite you.” he pouted. “I have to bite you on your naughty place then.”
“W-wait! We’re doing this in a classroom?” You felt Ayato shrug off your blazer.
“Yes, in a classroom!” they all chorused. Your head was turned to Kanato who crashed his mouth over yours.
You shook in your shoes, feeling Kanato at your other side. He traced his lip up your jawline. He unbuttoned your shirt, trailing his slimy tongue down your neck.
“Y-you guys-” your whimpered. “What if we get caught?”
“Then whoever walked in will get a show.” Ayato lowered himself to his knees, grabbing your skirt and hiking it up. He began kissing your thigh. “My cutie-chan.”
“My sexy chan.” Laito broke his kiss to laugh maniacally.
“My Y/N chan!” Kanato grabbed your wrist and sunk his fangs into your wrists. Laito invaded your mouth with his tongue just as Ayato sunk his fangs into your thigh.
“Cutie-chan.” Ayato sang. “Whose my good girl?”
…
You sat on the kitchen counter, eating a bowl of cereal. Yes it was two in the morning, but you were hungry.
“You’re away.”
You watched Reiji walk into the kitchen, grabbing a random wine glass.
“So are you.” you smiled. “Staying up late I see.”
“Well cleaning up has put a damper in my mood.” you watched as he poured himself some wine. “You seem to be getting back into the swing of things.”
“How’s Yui doing?”
“She’s alive…if you can call it that. I’m more worried about you…”
“I’m alright, still healing but alright.” you took another bite.
“You’re very strong for a human…I like that.” He smirked, raising his glass to his lips.
“I have to be when dealing with you guys.” you joked.
“Y/N…you have um-”
Before he even said it, you felt it. The drop of milk down your chin, trail all the way down your neck. “Ah!” you put your now empty bowl down. “I’m such a slob.” you grabbed a napkin, only to be stopped.
“Allow me.” Reiji set his wine glass down next to you. You were gonna ask what he meant, but were stopped when he lowered himself to be eyelevel with your collarbone.
“Reiji…huu-” you felt him trail his tongue up your collarbone, up your chin. It was then he kissed your lips. You could taste the wine on his tongue as he brushed your own. Reiji held the side of your face, moving his lips against yours in painfully slow sync.
“Y/n, if you’d please follow me to my study.” Reiji breathed as he pulled away. “I need to speak with you about something…”
East Wind wips
Because we’re in a nostalgic GanLink feels mood tonight that’s why (story is ongoing on Ao3 and v much for grownups. I got a scene written for the boys for the first time in months so we are excited in the house of Rat tonight)
