#lenny miller x you
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❝𝙄 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙫𝙮, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙮❞
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Lenny Miller x Stripper!Reader
Summary:
She was one of the former CIA operatives who escaped from the deaths of others when their mission to kill KGB’s director was compromised. She was never to be seen again until Lenny came across her at a strip club he had no intention of going to.
Warning(s): SMUT. P in V. Lap-dancing. Riding. Minors, dni!
Word Count: 3k
New York City had always been lively, so was everywhere in the state of New York. He had recently moved to his apartment about a month ago after leaving Washington D.C. for an assignment.
The narrowed alley was filled with slight echoes from his leather shoes as he walked down the darkened street.
He had been in Europe for a few years, but he left after the success of eliminating KGB’s director with Anna’s help and after she died, he requested a transfer to a different CIA location for a change of scenery.
He cared for Anna, but not like how she cared for him. He had to let her down gently after realizing she was latching onto his kindness for something more during her mission to obliterate KGB’s director.
He'd suppose he would've reciprocated her feelings if someone else didn't steal his heart long before then.
"Give it up for Daisy! Quite a show she gave you guys!"
He paused; his head turned towards the building where his hearing picked up an intriguing announcement.
Rarity had its moments when he used to go to strip clubs to find a potential dancer to warm his bed when they were all that rage back in the day and willingly to break the no-sleeping rule. Now he was satisfied with living in solidarity.
As much as the strip club was dirty but it had a compelling atmosphere with heavy seductive beats.
Of their own accord, his feet moved closer to the door of the club.
He froze when a bouncer grunted out a number, and he realized that he was standing at the entrance. He fished out a wad of cash after pulling it out from his trouser pocket. Entering through the door after handing over the cash to the bouncer.
Dimmed lights and smokey air greeted him as he moved further in the club.
His eyes scanned the stage to see one of the best dancers. She was the reason why he was in the dingy place.
Only she was already gone before he entered the building, and he felt a flash of disappointment. Nevertheless, he found an available seat by the stage.
He inhaled harshly when he saw a girl, no, a woman passing by him. He recognized her by her face which was adorned with smokey makeup. Her hair was set up with loose curls, and she wore a revealing white lacy bra and a white lacy skirt attached to her white underwear.
It was a fit for her skin tone.
However, what caught his attention was her scent. It was the same floral aroma he had smelled when he first met her.
His hand shot out, clasping his fingers around her slim wrist before she could walk any further.
"Excuse me, you can't touch-" She started, whirling around, almost affronted only to falter in surprise when her eyes landed on the familiar man. "Lenny?" She asked, making a slight noise in her throat as she stared down at him.
He hadn't seen her since the night she disappeared when the first mission to assassinate KGB’s director had gone wrong. Of course, it didn’t deter him from searching for her only to give up when she did a job of eradicating herself from the grid the way they all learned how to if things went wrong.
A few years had made Y/N even more beautiful than she was when she was younger.
His lips curled into a smirk, "Daisy." He said her stage name smoothly before releasing her wrist.
Sure, it was her favorite flower. He knew little things about her the ways he would not care to learn if it was someone else.
Her cheeks quickly flushed in embarrassment, "what are you doing here?"
Before he could answer her question, a man walked up to them. Stumbling as he went before standing in front of them.
Lenny could tell he was intoxicated by the smell of his breath as it washed over them and the way he was swaying.
His eyes flickered to her when she shifted uncomfortably, eyes down casting to the concrete floor.
He could feel his skin crawling when he noticed the drunk man leering at her, as he pulled out his wallet, he watched Y/N's face, his mouth grew taut as her eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
She did not want to; it was clear to him.
Lenny reached out, effectively stopping the man from fishing out cash for a private dance. "Pardon me, she is doing me a favor." He said dryly, eyes narrowing when he saw the man turning to him with a challenge look in his pupils’ blown depths.
"I didn't see you pay her," he scoffed.
Lenny’s lips curled in amusement as he absentmindedly grabbed his leather wallet, grabbing a crisp hundred-dollar bill, he saw her eyes widened before he handed it over to her.
"Now I just did," he countered with a hint of smugness in his tone as he stared down at the sleazy man.
He could feel her grabbing the bill, and he turned to her ignoring the man standing in front of them. "May we find a room?"
She bit down her lower lip, before nodding.
When she found them an available room, he allowed her to go in first before turning to a bouncer who stood in the hallway for private rooms; he quietly paid him to not let anyone in until they leave and not to bother them.
She turned to him after he'd shut the door quietly. "I'm sorry...but I will have to give you a dance," she said quietly. Flushing as her eyes laid on the door behind Lenny’s shoulder.
"Of course."
He walked over to the couch that was adorned with red leather fabric. Music with tempo beats bled through the speakers.
It was meant to be seductive.
He sat down with an ease, watching Y/N staring at him with an unreadable mask on her face before she walked over to him shyly. "How long have you been working here?"
She hesitated, eyes flickering away from the floor to his. "Almost four years."
"Why?" He wasn't being judgmental, but he was very curious especially when she didn't answer him. "Y/N, what happened?" He almost persisted.
After a moment of pause, she answered. "I've been hiding from the KGB operatives," she said quietly. "After a near brush with death, I thought that I would have a chance staying low. So, I moved here after I escaped from the building." Her eyes then flickered to somewhere else as it became unseeing. "I joined the strip club to make money."
She leaned down slightly to take off her heels as the light notes started to play from the stereo. He shifted in his seat when he realized she would have to give him a lap dance.
He almost inhaled sharply when her hands touched his trouser-clad knees.
She then slid her hands up his thighs, slowing her pace as she reached up his chest, her fingers ghosting over his blazer.
"Why are you in New York?" She asked, breaking the tension that thickened the moment the door was shut.
His eyes were almost heavily lidded as he was influenced by the tension of the room when he stared down at her.
"I live here now; I left after the mission of assassinating the KGB director went successful." He said, his fingers rubbed on the leather next to his thigh absentmindedly.
Her lips twitched, "congratulations."
Avoiding his eyes, she leaned over him slightly before putting her hands on his shoulders.
"Thank you for saving me from him."
Knowing she was talking about the intoxicated male. "You're welcome, and you shouldn't have to deal with that." He murmured.
Her hands applied pressure as she put her knees next to each of his thighs, the air was suffocating him as he had to keep the noises to a slight minimum.
He didn't shy away from her shy gaze when she peered at him, he could tell she was nervous. He didn't blame her for feeling that way, since they never really cross the line of their work until now.
His fingers again itched to trace her skin, and his eyes widened slightly when she started twirling her hips sensually that it affected him greatly.
If seeing her constantly as his operative was bad enough, the fact she was almost naked years later -bra and thong as the only source of cover- would be his undoing.
She was stiff especially with how she was moving with her hips, quite frankly so was he. For different reasons from hers, he thought. She was twirling her hips above his thighs, lowering her form slightly, nearly brushing against the rising bulge in his slacks.
He held his breath, he was being selfish especially with how she was uncomfortable in his presence, but he didn't want to stop her.
He was a gentleman; he would stop if she wasn't willing.
He reached for her hips with his hands and pushed her lower body down onto his hardened cock. Keeping her hips immobilized as the room was filled with a little gasp coming from her lips and heavy breathing from the stoic man.
He closed his eyes when she tentatively started to shift her hips, in a movement that had her grinding lightly against his bulge.
"Lenny." She breathed his name slightly.
His eyes shot open, staring into her depths as the scent of her arousal predominated the air. He was still staring at her when he reached her back. Ghosting his fingers onto her dampened skin as they traced the grooves, ridges, and curves of her spine before enclosing his fingers around her bra clasps.
He then twisted the metal clasps to unhook her bra before sliding his fingers towards her neck. Gripping it slightly before pulling her down so he could taste her lips.
A tiny puff of air coming from her lips in a form of gasp had him giving her a bruised kiss. He wanted it for so long that he was devouring the taste of her lips.
Her fingers gripped his shoulders as she moved her warm lips against his. He slowly moved his hands towards her breasts, cupping them slightly. Thumbs flickering over her pebbled nipples.
Swallowing her gasp into his mouth after he arched his hips when she went to grind down onto him.
He then slid his hands down around her waist before sliding towards her back to unclasp her mini lacy skirt before making her get on her feet; so, he could put his fingers in her thong before pulling them down.
"You have thought about this, didn't you." He said in a husky tone, making his voice raspier.
Her eyes were wide, watching him, and her mouth was open "no." She said after a beat. It may be dimmed in the room, but luckily his eyes were able to train on how her pupils dilated.
He smirked before pulling her to him, pushing her waist so he could move her away from him.
She looked at him confused before turning around, and she gasped when he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her down on top of him.
She leaned back onto him as she'd spread her thighs over his. His hands slid over her legs.
"What did I tell you about your eyes, sweetheart?" He murmured against the curve of her neck, gripping her thighs as he grazed his fingers into the juncture of her thighs.
"I don't remember," a gasp tore from her lungs as he pressed his fingers onto her clit.
He chuckled lowly in his throat, trailing his lips towards her ear. "You're a very bad liar," he rasped, his lips stretched into a predatory smile as he rubbed one of his fingers down through her slit. Collecting her wetness along before pushing a finger into her.
He inhaled slowly when she made a slight noise, and he moved his finger in a thrusting movement before adding another finger.
"If it makes you feel better, I thought about it." He breathed into her ear, "especially after you started working for me."
Oh, he definitely imagined her in one of situations. Taking her behind on her hands and knees while the others were out of the building for the night.
She inhaled sharply, "you imagined taking me over your desk?" She asked disbelievingly.
He chuckled lowly, "I may be very good at controlling myself, but deep down I am still a man."
She snorted slightly, "a caveman."
His lips curled upwardly, "you have no idea, sweetheart." He said before using his thumb to rub her clit which made her thrust her hips in response.
"I think you'd be surprised," she murmured, rolling her hips along with his movement. "When I first started working with you, you had this strict professor vibe like a professor since you wore suits." She paused, breathing heavily when he curled both of his fingers. "I used to fantasize you teaching to the class and waited until after the class for you to take me on the desk while calling you sir."
He felt a heat of tendrils curling on his back at the thought of taking her on the desk.
"I'll teach you how to say sir," he rumbled, and he smirked when he felt more wetness leaking out of her. He reached with his other hand to cup her breast and rubbed across her nipple before he pressed a kiss onto her neck.
"I want you to fuck me, Lenny." She quietly pleaded. "Sir," she then said playfully.
He exhaled a weak chuckle before pulling out his fingers, and he waited for her to stand up so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks.
She stopped him, "wait. I want you to take your blazer off." She said quietly.
He softened before reaching for the black fabric, sliding them off his shoulders before putting it aside. He then unbuckled his leather belt, and he could feel her eyes which made his eyes flickered to hers before lowering his zipper.
His lips almost curled at the increasing lust in her eyes, before reaching his hand down in his briefs, and took his cock out which gently slapped against his abdomen due to how hard it was.
His eyes darkened at the increasing aroma of her arousal, "come here." He said huskily, eyeing her as she walked over to him.
She then put each of her knees beside his thighs as she straddled his knees, and he inhaled when she reached for his cock, encircling her fingers around his girth.
Her fingers could barely even touch, leaving an inch gap between her index finger and her thumb. "You're so..." she trailed off, struggling to find words to describe his cock.
He smirked, "I know."
Her eyes flickered to his, before rolling her eyes playfully.
He reached behind her, grabbing the curve of her buttocks with both of his hands before sliding her forward.
She lifted her hips slightly enough for his cock to be able to slide into her, and once she eased her hips down. He threw his head back at the warm feeling of her walls sliding down on his cock as she gasped above him.
He slid his hands to grip her hip and moved her upward before slamming into her as he pushed her hips back down.
"Fuck." She moaned, her hands gripping slightly on his hair at the base of his neck before sliding down to his shirt and started to unbutton the fabric.
Once she was done with her task, she raised her hips once again and slammed back down.
He jerked his hips sharply when she used her walls to clench down on his cock.
"Y/N," he warned her, not wanting to come too soon. He reached down with his hand before giving her a soft smack on one of her buttocks.
She jerked her hips in surprise before moaning.
"You like that too," he breathed, chuckling before giving her another one. She inhaled as more wetness leaked out of her once again.
She looked down at him, and with a mischievous look in her depths, she clenched around his cock again.
She was on her back before she could make another movement on his cock with her vaginal walls, he was on his trouser-clad knees, her thighs wrapped around his hips as he thrusted into her harshly without hurting her.
She arched her back as he hovered over her, his lips barely grazed hers before he dragged his lips as he thrusted into her roughly.
Their lips clashed once again when the force of his hips made her face level with his.
Her hair was wild as it spread around her face as he reached down to one of her legs, and moved her leg over his shoulder, making him sink into her deeper than he had before.
He grazed his lips on her calf, making her heart jump. He gave her a soft smirk. She slid her hands into his parted shirt before moving them onto his back, rubbing his skin slightly.
He let out a grunt when she dug her fingers on his back, which made him bury his face in the curve of her neck as he jerked his hips into her.
"Lenny." She moaned breathlessly, slightly arching her neck towards him.
He closed his eyes before leaning in towards the juncture of her neck. He then grazed her neck with his teeth.
Her fingers flexed against his back once more, and he could feel the upcoming pleasure. He then growled as he buried himself in her so deeply before he let the final pleasure wash over him; once he spilled into her, he buried his blunt teeth into her damp skin.
Her response was instantaneous, she arched her back and moaned so loudly as the final tempo of the song faded into the air.
Once they relaxed from the high, he withdrew his mouth from her neck before looking at her. "Y/N," he whispered, brushing her loose strands out of her face to look at her clearly.
She peered up at him with a satisfied smile, and heavily lidded eyes. "Lenny."
He gave her a lazy smile before craning his neck to give her a soft kiss.
#lenny miller x reader#lenny miller x you#lenny miller#Lenny miller x y/n#anna (2019)#cillian murphy x reader
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jealous dd/lg one shot with lenny miller , ur first one was so good im obsessed with it now
I'm on it! Since reader was jealous last time... it's Lenny's turn !
"Come on darling we're going to be late!" Lenny yelled from the front door as you came down the stairs in a dark red dress that hugged you perfectly. You put on the heart locket that he gave you for your anniversary last week as you grabbed your coat from the hook and followed him out to the car that was waiting for you two. Truth be told you hated these CIA fundraisers because it was just a bunch of old men retelling the same stories over and over again while they get drunk and laugh too loudly, but you did it for Lenny .
You two sat in silence until you got there. He helped you take off your coat and put it in the closet. Your arm wrapped around his tightly as you made your way into the ballroom where everyone else had already been mingling and drinking. You held onto to Lenny not only because he was comforting and that you loved him because he also wanted people to know that you're his! Sure it seemed odd to most people that Lenny was with you since you're half his age but that didn't matter to either of you. You were his baby that he loved and cared for.
"I'll be back darling, I need to use the restroom." Lenny whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek before he headed off. While he was gone you stood there awkwardly because you could feel everyone's eyes on you. You played with the locket until you were approached by a man who was even older than Lenny, could be his grandpa!
"How do you do pretty girl?" His lips curled into what was supposed to be a smirk but came off creepy along with slurred words. You stepped backwards away from him until your back was against the wall. "You know it's rude not to answer ?" Your lips parted slightly to speak but no words came out.
"And you know it's rude to flirt with my date?" Lenny cleared his throat catching the man off gaurd.
"Sorry Lenny, didn't realize this beauty queen was your girl!" He threw his hands up and backed away. Lenny turned to face you before he grabbed your arm and pulled you down the hall into the coat closet.
Both of you stood in silence before Lenny pushed you against the wall. "You're mine! Do you understand that? You are mine!! Wearing this slutty dress, showing off your cleavage to everyone here! Better show them who you belong too!" Lenny leaned in and kissed your red raspberry lips as his hands gripped onto your hips. His tongue forced its way into your mouth making you whimper quietly. His mouth moved down your neck making sure to bite all the way down and sucking the bite marks for different amounts of times to make sure they were different shades of purple. He peppered them along your breasts making sure teeth marks were present as well. To most, Lenny was well respected but that was going to change once those bruises appeared on your soft skin.
Your thighs shook a little as he pulled your tits out of your dress so he could suck your nipples. Soft moans left your lips as Lenny's fingers trailed under your dress. He wanted everyone to know you're his! Lenny undid his pants and dropped them around his ankles.
"Who's cock is this baby?" He stroked himself softly as you dropped onto your knees. He tapped the head is his cock against your mouth as you opened it up. "Tell me baby, who's cock are sucking?" He patted your head .
"Yours daddy! Daddy has the biggest cock ever and it's all mine!" You smiled ear to ear up at him before wrapping your lips around the head. You hallowed out your cheeks and relaxed your throat so you could take him all the way down while you sat on your knees. Your eyes watered a bit as he was holding your head in his hands to make sure his cock went down nice and deep. Drool spilled from your chin onto your bruised breasts . You were such a pretty sight and Lenny was close.
"Be a good girl for daddy! Take all of my cum!" His thrusts we're getting sloppy as you reached up and cupped his balls to rub them while he pulled your face closer until your nose was shoved against his salt and pepper pubes. You were inhaling his scent as you processed that Lenny was cumming down your throat as you took in his scent. He was groaning your name before he pulled out and looked at you with a satisfied smile. Lenny got you back on your feet , pulled up his pants and exams you. Your lips were swollen, breasts covered in slobber and bruises, you were a mess and it was obvious to everyone when both you and Lenny walked out the closet with giant grins on your faces.
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The runway -Part 1
Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy’s role in movie Anna)
Finally!!!! I’ve had this request for a while in my drafts and it’s turn for some Lenny Miller mini series.
@l1-l4 Andy I’m really sorry it took me so long to post this, but stories have their own time (at least to me), I loved your request since the very beginning so here it is finally, I think it would be perfect for a mini series, as there are several important points to reach, but I hope you like this! 💕
Special thanks @heidimoreton for the gifs help!! 🌷
Lenny poured himself a glass of wine and walked towards his bed. Loosening the knot of his tie, he flicked through the confidential file he got at the end of his day at the office. A new mission, after his last successful one where he rescued a diplomat that was caught in a zone of conflict, now he would have get inside of a world he didn’t know anything about; a model agency.
“Adam, yeah, sorry about calling this late.” He greeted the other man in the line.
Lenny heard him chuckling. “Shit boss, you know you’re not sorry.”
“You’re right, I’m not… I need you to get me all the information you can for a new mission.” Adam was young, but he worked hard at the office. “I’m after Anna and Y/N Y/LN.”
“The Runway sisters? They can be all you want, but they ain’t criminals, Lenny.”
Lenny frowned staring at the photographs they attached to the mission file.
“You know the rule number one right, Adam?”
“Don’t ask questions? Are there more rules?” Lenny could hear him typing fast. “All right, the sisters have a fashion show tomorrow night in NYC at seven, then they are going to have dinner at a new exclusive restaurant. I’m sending you their address, their gym schedule, the number of their dentist, the hair salon stylist, oh! And their assistant’s DNA.” Adam joked.
“Since you’re in such a good mood, get me a ticket to NYC, I’ll also need a seat on the fashion show and a table at that restaurant.”
Adam gasped. “The show is only by invitation by the designer and the restaurant had a one-year reservation RSVP, it’s full.”
“Oh, about the plane ticket? Since we’re hitting an elite world and the CIA’s got budget, make it a first-class seat. Good night Adam.”
Hanging up, he couldn’t take his eyes of Y/N photograph.
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“Miller.”
“Sir, I’m sorry for calling so early, I’m on my way to NYC. Just wanted to ask for your approval to take active part in the mission.”
“Elaborate.”
“Sir, these models only care for parties, designer bags, being covers for the magazines, they can mess up and ruin our work. We’d lose the invaluable progress we have.” The investigation was almost done, they just needed to take the leader down, they had all the targets drafted.
“What do you suggest?”
“Allow me to be their manager, that way I can guide them through the mission.”
“Do whatever you have to do to bring those bastards down.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
As he boarded on the plane, Lenny took the files from his briefcase, he continued studying the girls background. They were French citizens, but divided their time between London, NYC and Los Angeles.
Anna was the trouble maker, the party girl, drugs, alcohol, rebel without a cause, it was written all over her face as well as in the cover of so many gossip portals, a deep contrast with her sister, Y/N she had a career in business, ran her own shoe brand, was an ONU volunteer, part of a program to feed woman in trouble, they were practically the devil and the angel. But even though apparently, she was the good one, he was afraid she would be the one giving him more trouble.
Sipping on his coffee, he then went on to check Anna’s profile, according to the record, for some reason, she wasn’t taking the runway with her sister like they had done in the past so many times. Apparently nobody knew her location and Y/N had been covering her work recently, doing three runways in one day, press conferences and attending numerous social events.
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“Mr. Richardson, allow me to introduce myself.” Lenny extended his hand at the man. “I’m the new manager to the Y/LN sisters.”
Richardson looked at Lenny and let out a loud fake laugh. “No fucking way, those girls are pure gold, they’re making me earn a shit loads of money, you can get the girls that appear on the pedicure ads.”
Lenny took a look at his watch. “Perhaps I didn’t explain myself correctly.” When Richardson tried to open his drawer to get his weapon, Lenny smirked. “Don’t even bother, it’s not there anymore.”
And his smile grew as the phone started to ring.
“You can’t do that, I signed those girls.”
Lenny looked at him, he was starting to sweat.
“The VP of the agency gave me this.” Lenny informed Richardson and putting the sheet on his desk, he leaned back. “He mentioned he appreciated all your hard work and he would assign you to some model called Cara?”
“He can’t do that!” Richardson stood up, shouting. “I made this agency win millionaire contracts with those sisters!”
“Oh, he said you would bring that up that’s why I suggested you take the Hadid sisters instead.” Lenny’s eyebrows raised, his voice remained calm.
“In that case…”
A sick smile appeared in Richardson’s face. Lenny wanted to throw up.
Closing the button of his suit, Lenny walked to the door. “Don’t worry you can keep your office, I will choose another one.”
It was easier than he thought, this man was pulling the trigger by himself.
Now he needed to go to a fashion show.
Skipping the red carpet, Lenny walked around the building to get in, cameras flashing everywhere, waiters handling glasses of champagne, the mix of perfumes was making him feel sick. All the people looked the same; like they were starving themselves or they were suffering.
The loud music, people taking photographs, bodyguards whispering in the corner, reporters taking notes about the women taking the runway, he felt so out of place.
But soon, Lenny found his spot, it was at the end of the runway, right in the middle where the models would stop before walking back again.
The next thing he knew is the lights went down and the music changed to a dramatic tune. A silhouette was illuminated at the end of the runway, the curtain fell to the ground and revealed the woman behind it.
“That’s Y/N Y/LN.” Said someone on his right, talking to a camera and recording his message. “And she’s wearing Emilio Pucci’s emerald dream dress, the master piece of this collection, with-”
That was all Lenny heard, as Y/N started taking the runway he was completely mesmerized by her presence. His eyes were fixed on Y/N, her steps hitting the runway, her gaze never leaving a spot in front of her, barely blinking.
She moved with such elegance, not looking down to the floor, a serious expression on her features. The emerald dress hugged her figure beautifully, one of the arms was covered in beads that were shining every time it hit the lights, part of her skin was exposed as the piece was asymmetrical.
Lenny saw Y/N placing her hand on her hip and the way she snapped it to the side, made him lose the tie a little around his neck, then in a slow motion, she gave her back at him and she started to walk back right were she had started. Slowly, he let out the breath he didn’t know he had been holding.
Seeing all the details of her and the dress so close made him feel like the air had been kicked out from his body. It all happened in the blink of an eye and soon other models were taking the runway.
He lost count of how many they were, all looked the same but didn’t have the same presence Y/N showed off while doing the walk.
As the lights got down, all the models made a human wall at the sides of the platform, the music stopped and silver papers were thrown down from the ceiling as Y/N appeared once more hand linked to a man with white hair and bear dressed in a navy suit.
The pair walked mid runway and Y/N let go of his hand to start clapping as the rest of the people, then they shared two kisses on the cheek and walked back to disappear.
Lenny sighed and decided to take a walk backstage where he was greeted by models half naked, changing clothes, dresses and shoes all over the floor, cameras filming interviews, assistants going mad… it was a totally different thing from what he just saw.
“I’m looking for Y/N Y/LN.” He asked someone who was walking past him.
“Take the corridor, first door of the dressing rooms.”
Following the instructions, Lenny knocked on the door and a soft come in, invited him to open it. He was surprised to find the top model tidying up around, folding her clothes, she was now wearing a short dress in red tone with colorful beads, her hair free.
“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked when Lenny was lost for words, the pictures didn’t really do any justice to her beautiful features, and there was a genuine smile, in deep contrast to the serious poker face she showed while walking.
“I’m Leonard Miller… Lenny, your new manager.” He offered his hand to her, noticing how she was taller than him.
Y/N looked at him surprised accepting his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Lenny. I’m-”
“Y/N, I know… where’s your sister?”
That seemed to make her uncomfortable and she looked away.
“She didn’t feel well.”
“Is this a common thing? Do you take her place in other runways?”
Y/N shuddered. “Sometimes.”
Lenny decided to not make her feel uncomfortable on their first encounter. “You did it amazingly out there.”
His words seemed to get her attention because the smile grew again in her face.
“Thank you… that means a lot.”
Lenny wanted to ask her if she didn’t hear that often, but a woman appeared rushing Y/N out of the dressing room, demanding some time for an interview and other things he didn’t understand.
Giving him one last look, Y/N walked out, but she turned her head around. “I’ve a full day of work tomorrow, would you like to have breakfast?” She proposed. “To discuss the next projects?”
“Sure.” He was about to say that he’d be going to the same restaurant as her, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
The line to enter the restaurant of course was full, paparazzi across the street flashing, fans behind a barrier shouting, a limo stopped right in front of the main entrance, someone reached out to open the door and the crowd went really loud, the paparazzi wild as Y/N raised her hand and waved at them, a huge smile at the sound of her name. A couple greeted her and posed for a photographer, then they cut the ribbon and inaugurated officially the restaurant, as the people started to walk in, Lenny saw Y/N walking in the opposite direction, to the crowd, shaking hands with the people waiting, taking pictures with them, signing things, hugging those crying inconsolably.
Everything seemed pretty normal to Lenny, given her line of work, this was her world.
Until a man pulled her abruptly and Y/N screamed for help. Lenny was on her in mere seconds, helping her out, releasing her from the man, he held him by the collar of his shirt as security from the restaurant rushed to get him, just in time right before Lenny pulled out his gun.
“Are you alright?” He asked looking for any sign of injury. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“No, no… I signed this engagement a long time ago, I need to be there.” Y/N tried to catch her breath, feeling off for having all the eyes on her, the cameras started to flash suddenly in her face.
“Let her pass!” Lenny requested shoving the people around, an arm protectively on her back.
Once inside, Y/N left the scary moment behind, she greeted everyone, posed for endless photos and made Lenny ask himself how she could always keep the smile on her face, she didn’t seem to be tired, never made a face or said no to anyone. And once she finished with her affairs, she walked to the kitchen to thank the chef and staff. It was two hours later that he caught her coming from the ladies room.
“Perhaps it’s time to head home, Y/N.” Lenny stated firmly, hands inside the pockets of his suit.
“But I’ve to work, this isn’t my free time.”
But his hand was placed firmly in the middle of her back as he walked to the back of the restaurant.
“You’re awake since 6 o’clock, did an interview this morning, the runway and this, you need to rest.”
They drove in silence to her apartment, Y/N felt intoxicated by his lotion, it was so masculine. He had such an intriguing personality, totally different to her previous manager. She was so grateful for not having to work with Richardson anymore, she never liked the way he was always around when the girls were changing their clothes for photo shoots.
Y/N looked at him intensely. “How do you know?”
“I’m your manager now, remember? I’m supposed to know your schedule.”
“That’s why you had a gun?” She asked casually stepping inside her apartment. Lenny was taken aback by her question.
Lenny leaned against the door frame. He knew she would be a trouble. “I’ll tell you if you tell me where I can find your sister.”
Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes. “Thank you for helping me tonight.”
He offered her his business card, pointing out his personal number in case she needed something. “My pleasure.”
And with that, Lenny walked away, trying to force himself to stop thinking of that pair of kilometric legs.
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Part 2
Master list
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Ok Can we now talk about how gorgeous is that dress?!!? It’s an Emilio Pucci from the 2011 collection and I’ve been in love with it ever since 💚 just a random fact in case anyone is interested 😉
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CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST
— ♡ = fluff, ✦ = smut, ✩ = dark, ° = angst —
— ❀ = reader, 𑁍 = original character —
requests open/closed
Cillian Murphy
No More Teasing ✦ ✩ ❀
And The Oscar Goes To ... ° ♡ ❀
Like A Good Girl ✦ ✩ ❀
Tommy Shelby - Peaky Blinders
Drabble - Tommy has you tied to the bed ✦ ✩ ❀
Runaway From Me ✦ ✩° 𑁍
Jackson Rippner - Red Eye
Miss Me ? ✦ ✩ ❀
So Much For A Break Up ✦ ✩ ❀
Change of Plans ✦ ✩ ❀
Breaking the Loop ✦ ✩ ❀
Baby Girl ✦ ✩ ❀
Jonathan Crane - The Dark Knight Trilogy
All is Fair in Love and War, Part 2 ✦ ✩° ❀
Back to the Nightmares ✦ ✩ ❀
Emmett - A Quiet Place Part 2
Saviour ✦ ✩ ❀
Raymond Leon - In Time
My Time Is Pointless ✦ ✩° ❀
Drabble - You make a bet with Raymond Leon ✦ ✩ ❀
Shivering Solider - Dunkirk
Female Company ✦ ✩ ❀
Jonathan Breech - On The Edge
coming soon
Lenny Miller - Anna
"Maybe we could have dinner" ✦ ✩ ❀
Graduation Gift ✦ ✩ ❀
NSFW Head-Canons
Raymond Leon ✦ ❀
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day fifteen: daddy kink with lenny miller
pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader
word count: 832
warnings: heavy use of 'daddy', use of 'baby', kinda dom!Lenny Miller,
a/n: Yes, it’s your typical “omg did I just say that?!” BUT I don’t care I love that trope. Didn't go super deep into the dynamic but I definitely want to explore daddy kinks further. Anyway, Lenny is just so boyfriend to me I want him so bad.
kinktober masterlist
You wore red for him. It was the only lingerie you owned and didn’t hate. It covered and revealed all the right places. The lace and satin were soft on your skin. You wore the set underneath a t-shirt and shorts you usually wore to bed, trying to stay inconspicuous. He had sent you a text earlier telling you to expect him and around seven you heard a knock at the door.
You skipped the pleasantries when you opened the door, pulling him into a kiss right as he stepped through the threshold. You were excited to see him. Your relationship stood in an awkward place. You knew where your footing was, but you weren’t sure about his. All of that faded away when he shut the door behind him, wrapping his arms around your waist, and returning your kiss with a fervor that said he missed you too.
He pulled away before the moment could escalate. “I don’t have all that much time tonight, so we better make it count,” he said. You lifted the hem of your shirt and pulled down the waistband of your shorts, showing a bit of the red lace that lay underneath. “Then you better come catch me.” You chuckled as you ran off towards the bedroom, his steps following close behind. You bounced onto the bed and he crawled over you, kicking off his shoes as he did. You took off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. He quickly pulled them off as he kissed you, only breaking away to take off your shirt.
He took in the sight of the red fabric curving around your breasts and couldn’t wait to look at the entire ensemble. He pulled down your shorts and bit his lip upon seeing the red lace leaving nothing to the imagination. He decided to be playful and use his teeth to remove your panties. Once he pulled them down enough he opened your legs just wide enough for his head to fit between your legs.
He licked your clit ever so lightly, only trying to make you shiver in anticipation. He slowly licked up and down your slit, making sure to indulge in the taste of you. His fingers teased your entrance and you moaned. He put one in, testing you, before he stuck in another. A switch flipped in his head, “no time” he thought. His fingers began moving quickly as he devoured you. He hit the right place every single time causing your body to convulse. “Oh, f-fuck daddy.” You drew out.
He pulled back and halted his movements. “Daddy?”
You caught your breath. “Fuck, it… just came out. I didn’t mean to… I mean. Do you not like it?” You were a blubbering mess. You’d never meant to cross that boundary.
“No, I like it. I just didn’t know if you would,” he smiled. “Call me that again.” He urged you.
“You want me to refer to you as-“
“Yes.” He looked serious.
Flirtatiously, you responded, “Okay, daddy.”
He inserted his fingers again and began moving them. He watched as your chest raised and fell. His fingers moved faster. He broke the silence.“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours, daddy. It’s yours,” you mewled.
He groaned, palming himself through his underwear.
“You need daddy’s cock?”
“Yes, please.” You were desperate. “Please, please, please I need it, daddy!”
He smirked and took off his underwear, letting it fall to some unknown place. He stroked himself before positing himself at your wet entrance. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he started to fuck you, hard. Lenny usually liked to take things slow with you, but he couldn’t restrain himself. “Daddy, fuck, so good. You’re so good t-to me,” you moaned. His jaw clenched. All he could manage was a string of expletives leaving his mouth.
“I want to look at you when you cum, all right? Eyes on me.”
“Yes, daddy.” Referring to him in such a way felt so natural, that you were surprised it hadn’t come out sooner.
“I’m going to count down and you’re going to cum for me. Understood?”
“Yes.” You caught your mistake before he had a chance to correct you “Yes, daddy.”
“Good girl.” He drew out the ‘good’, making your back arch. He started his countdown at ten. By five you were holding in your orgasm. When he finally got to one you crumbled down. You never broke eye contact with him, looking into his icy blue eyes as he came inside you. He kissed you as you came down from your high, pulling out and dragging you close to him as he lay on his side. You cuddled into him, closing your eyes as you nuzzled under his neck. He stroked your arm, feeling the warmth of your body radiate onto him. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“You did so good for me, baby.” He held you tighter and you gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Anything for you, daddy.”
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December 2023
I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.
I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.
So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.
I totally recommend their work.
(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).
@cillianmesoftlyyy
So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader
Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader
@runnning-outof-time
Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter
@zablife
teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader
Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader
A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader
@gypsy-girl-08
Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader
A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader
@pacifymebby
Arthur Shelby x Reader
@fkmarrycill
Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@holacia3
Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
@beastofburdenxo
Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader
@look-at-the-soul
If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@your-nanas-house
What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader
I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader
What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader
Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader
@raincoffeeandfandoms
To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc
Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc
Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby
Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc
Anon | Alfie Solomons
@lis-likes-fics
Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader
At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader
@rafeology
Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader
@wife-of-all-dilfs
Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader
@darlingsfandom
Cillian Murphy x Reader
Tommy Shelby x artist!reader
Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader
@pinguwrites
Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader
@http-finnick
Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader
@acewritesfics
Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader
36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader
@dearshelby
Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc
@lau219
Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@peakyswritings
I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader
@shelbystales
Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@darthannie
Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader
@hllywdwhre
Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@red-write-hand
I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader
@mysaintkitten
Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader
@notyour-valentine
The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby
@brummiereader
No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby
@youbyradiohead
Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@cillianthinker
British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader
Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@cillspropertea
Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader
@cillmequick
Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader
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How About It, Agent Miller? | Lenny Miller x fem!reader
Summary: The year is 1988. The Cold War is well underway and tensions are slowly rising between the US and the Soviets. CIA Agent Miller isn’t threatened by the new young agent from the Soviet Union but she has a plan to get his attention, and to get even.
Warnings: Misogyny, violence, gun, kidnapping, restraints, dubious consent, noncon, smut, unprotected sex, edging, drugging.
word count: 4661k
Sympathy for the Devil- The Rolling Stones 🎶
Devils Haircut- Beck 🎵
You Know I’m No Good- Amy Winehouse 🎶
Movie: Anna (2019)
Please read warnings before continuing, thanks!
He thought this job was going to be simple, almost easy. She was working for East Germany, young, and new to her position; surely she wouldn’t be that difficult to eliminate. He’d been working for the CIA for nearly fifteen years at that point. He was one of the top agents and had orchestrated the downfall of many notable German and Soviet spies. To be fair, there had been that minor detail of receiving several severed heads from the KGB back in 1985 but that was all behind him now. They didn’t scare him now, and certainly, that twenty-something agent he’d heard so much about wasn’t about to make him lose sleep. In fact, he was looking forward to meeting her.
The girl in question was twenty-two and one of the deadliest spies to ever work for East Germany (the communist side). Y/N Y/L/N managed to slip past the CIA on multiple occasions, stealing out the backdoor or using false passports to get out of the country undetected. She’d made one mistake, however, and Agent Miller was quick to catch it. He rued the way she’d avoided detection for so long when it felt like it was all due simply to good luck. She didn’t seem especially smart or conniving, just pretty. It pissed him off. The mistake that Y/N had made was small, easy to look over, but Agent Miller was looking, and he found it.
Y/N tricked men around her to get information on the US. Once she’d get them alone, she drugged them, shot them, etc; anything to get them out of her way while she downloaded classified files from their computers. She had managed to steal these files before without leaving traces of her crime but low and behold, the last time she had removed the flash drive without ejecting it from the computer’s system. The computer held onto the flash drive's information and told Agent Miller exactly what the young woman was planning next. She’d been collecting information on nuclear weapons and international trade deals that the US was trying to keep hush hush. And for that reason, Agent Miller knew who she was going after next.
He straightened his striped blue tie and cleared his throat as he and his team crowded into the elevator. The men behind him carried larger guns and thick bulletproof vests, ready for whatever the girl threw at them. They’d followed her into a hotel in New York City, a place that felt too normal for the situation at hand. When the elevator doors opened with a soft whooshing noise, Agent Miller nodded his agents on, directing them to either side of the corridor. Quickly, they raided the hotel room belonging to the man they believed she had gone after that evening, but did not find her there. She was nowhere in the hotel. Agent Miller cursed beneath his breath and gritted his teeth. He knew his impatience was his worst quality and it only hurt him in these situations, but then again, the American government isn’t known for being very patient with communists…
Clenching and relaxing his jaw, Agent Miller went back down in the elevator with his men. They separated into groups in the lobby, each climbing back into the armored car sent by the CIA. Agent Miller waited behind, his cold eyes trained on the curb in front of the hotel. His car was separate from the others and would take him directly back to his office. A sharp wind ruffled his dark brown hair, displacing one strand into his face as his car pulled up to the curb. Agent Miller climbed into the dark backseat, the car door slamming closed beside him and a lock clicking into place. He looked up. The barrel of a pistol was pointed at his forehead. He froze.
“Hello, Agent Miller. Wie geht es Ihnen? I’m so glad we finally got a moment alone. I apologize for the circumstances but you know how the politics are these days… it’s so… toxic. Ja? Now, be a good boy and hand me the glock you have at your hip,” a young woman smiled on the seat beside him. She was wearing all black and blended in against the dark leather seats and tinted windows. Agent Miller frowned, his hands unmoving.
“That doesn’t seem fair, does it? You’re putting me at a disadvantage here.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself like that, Agent Miller. You and I both know what you’re capable of,” she chuckled mockingly but her sunglasses hid her true meaning. “Give me your gun, now.” Her voice was hard and cool like a porcelain plate, one of the perfect edges with a chip. Agent Miller raised his hand slowly and moved his jacket to the side, showing his holster. As soon as she had his gun in her hand she tapped the glass partition between them and the driver, signaling him to drive.
“Where are we going?” Agent Miller sighed calmly, leaning back against the seat. Y/N smiled, pleased at his temperament. It made things easier.
“One of my favorite places in New York City,” she answered with a smirk, a gun still trained at the man beside her though it had been lowered.
“And what kind of place could that be, god forbid?” Agent Miller asked rhetorically and looked over at the window beside him.
“The Plaza Hotel,” she answered slowly and shifted in her seat. Her pleated leather skirt shifted across her black stockings, showing more of her thigh, fleshy and round. Agent Miller noticed it and smirked, the comedy of the situation being too much for him to take seriously. The car stopped at the back of the hotel by the service entrance. Men exited out of the building and held a door open, waiting as Y/N escorted the CIA agent inside. Agent Miller followed her calmly as he searched for someone who could help him.
“No one’s here. It’s off-season,” she sighed lightly and pushed him into an elevator.
“It’s never off-season in New York,” Agent Miller raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“Surprise, surprise.”
They took the elevator up to the top floor. Agent Miller’s hands began to sweat as he was led out of the elevator and around the corridor to a suite, separated from the others.
“You must get a good salary,” Agent Miller cracked as the woman jerked the gun towards the door of the suite. He kept his hands visible as he entered the room and looked around. The room was large and was actually made up of multiple rooms. In the center of the living room area, a chair had been left out.
“Sit down and make yourself comfortable. Bitte.” She had a way of talking that sounded like a purr but it was clear to Agent Miller that her words were more threatening than they sounded. Still, it was hard to take her seriously. It was hard to believe that this woman was the deadliest spy in East Germany.
“Danke schön,” Agent Miller muttered, his American accent muddling the German.
"Kannst du Deutsch sprechen, Herr Miller?” Y/N pretended to sound surprised as she closed and bolted the lock. “I’m flattered, really,” she smiled and removed her long black coat. Slowly she placed the coat on a couch’s arm and pulled off the blonde wig on her head, revealing her dark hair beneath which fell into a messy bob around her shoulders, over her dark mauve blouse. Last she removed her sunglasses and folded them neatly on her coat. Then she met his eyes.
“Nein? Well, then it's good I’m so fluent in English. You would never tell by my accent. At least, you didn’t the last time we met.”
“We’ve met before?” Agent Miller asked and shifted in his chair.
“Oh yes.” She smiled and dimples deepened on her cheeks.
An image came back to him, one of a young woman dropping a stack of manuscripts in the lobby of a hotel where they had been investigating the last crime scene. She’d been wearing a long brown wig and tortoiseshell glasses. She even had brown contacts in her eyes to hide her true eye color. He’d stopped to help her collect the manuscripts.
Oh gosh, thank you so much. So sorry about that. My boss is going to kill me. Thank you! She’d blushed as he handed her the papers. He’d met her before. She’d shown herself to him just to play with him. He scowled.
“Now I feel even more at a disadvantage.”
“How? After all, you’re the big-shot CIA agent, due for a promotion any day now… and I’m just a little girl. I don’t need any real smarts, not when I can just use my good looks to get what I want. Right, Agent Miller?” Her voice darkened as she finished, flashing with resentment. “You could fight me right now. It’s just the two of us. I’m surprised you didn’t. You’ve had ample opportunities to but you blindly follow my orders. It’s not that you’re scared to hurt me, you aren’t that sexist.”
“I don’t see the point of fighting when you’ve put so much work into getting me alone. I assume you have something to say.” Agent Miller swallowed, his cool facade slipping slightly as the woman approached him slowly.
“Aw how chivalrous of you! Oh, but what if I told you that I was only interested in getting you alone so that I could finally get even with you.” Y/N twirled the gun around her pointer finger and shifted it to his chest. He stiffened.
“Get even?”
“Settle the score,” she offered with a shrug.
“I don’t think I follow,” Agent Miller frowned warily.
“Then let me explain,” Y/N purred and with quick movements, she removed a pair of handcuffs from the back of her skirt and closed them tightly around both of his wrists, tying his hands around the back of the heavy chair. His eyes widened slightly when he realized what she had done.
“The fuck…” he started but she cut him off quickly.
“You didn’t think I could outsmart you or get the upper hand… you thought you could so easily catch me. And what a good job you’ve done!” She crossed her arms across her chest and set the gun down, smiling. Agent Miller averted his gaze, staring at the upper corner of the room. He clenched his jaw and struggled against the handcuffs for a brief moment.
“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Agent Miller?”
“Figured what out?” He snapped impatiently.
“I've been planning this for months. Do you really think I accidentally removed my flashdrive wrong, coincidentally leaving you all of the information that i’ve gathered since starting my mission? You’ve really underestimated me,” she clucked her tongue and kicked off her high heels, standing barefoot in her pantyhose on the dark pink shag carpet.
“I knew you’d find the mistake, I wanted you to. You did everything you were supposed to do, good boy,” she carded her fingers through his dark hair. The soft warm lighting in the room brought out the freckles across his pale face. Just as he started to turn his eyes to hers, she yanked his hair back so that he was looking up at her. “But how did this special agent who graduated from MIT of all places, end up in this position?”
“Did you do all of this just to show me how smart you are?” Agent Miller growled as she continued to pull at his roots.
“Something like that,” she smiled again, “I get off when men think they’re smarter than I am. I like proving them wrong… and then killing them.”
“Is that your plan for tonight?” He tried to keep a level voice as the smell of her perfume wafted down to his nose. She shook her head slightly and chuckled.
“You’ve been trained to resist torture, so there won’t be much that I can get out of you that way. And anyway, there isn’t much that I don’t already know.” She released her grip on his hair and stepped back. Y/N moved to the bar cart, stocked with crystal jars of whiskey and bourbon.
“So what are you going to do to me?” Agent Miller raised an eyebrow as he watched her pour a small glass of whiskey. She turned slowly and approached him again, swirling the whiskey in her glass. She raised the glass to his lips and poured it gently into his mouth. He parted his lips for her, his eyes trained on her face.
“Whatever I want,” she whispered and pulled the glass from his lips. Agent Miller raised his eyebrow, swallowing.
“Won’t your government disapprove?” He scoffed and shifted in the seat, calming himself down. His body was starting to get hot and his collar got tighter.
“Shhh,” she shushed him, a finger pressed against her own lips. Y/N approached him again and trailed one manicured finger from his arm to his hand. He shivered beneath her touch and his heart began to race. He felt his pulse in his stomach as she carded her fingers through his hair again, softer this time. She placed one knee on the chair between his thighs, pressing against his crotch. She tipped his head back with the edge of her nail beneath his jaw and leaned in close, exhaling beside his jaw. Seeing an opportunity, Agent Miller tried to kick her, jutting his knee up because it wasn’t restrained. She stopped him quickly, forcing him back into the chair, not missing a beat. His breath caught in his throat and he nearly choked on it. Her hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed but not harshly. His skin was warm beneath her hand and she smiled, her white teeth flashing.
She pressed her knee sharply into his thigh, holding his leg down, and slid it closer to the top of his crotch. She chuckled softly when she felt the outline of his cock inside his pants with the side of her thigh. Agent Miller’s body tensed below her, his hands folding into fists as he exhaled sharply.
“Aw does this hurt?” She cooed as she dug her knee further into the flesh of his thigh. His jaw tightened as she teased him. Moving closer, she rested both knees between his thighs, forcing them against the arms and pinning them in place. Suddenly she was so close and her thighs were pressing against his stomach…
How was it that he was getting an erection from this shit-show? How could she get this reaction out of him so fucking quickly? He tried to even out his breath as she shifted in the seat, her hands trailing up his chest to the knot of his tie.
“What did you drug me with?” Agent Miller muttered. Strands of her hair brushed against his cheeks.
“You don’t have to resist it, Agent Miller.” She ran her hands down his sides beneath his dark blue suit jacket. His body was full and firm, and warm. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” she whispered against his forehead.
“What did you put in my drink…” he repeated, his voice wavering in strength as her hand moved down his stomach to the front of his pants. His erection was pronounced and visible, pushing against the fly of his trousers. She must have given him something, something to get this response. He wasn’t even that turned on. He sighed, frustrated and mad. He turned his head to the side, avoiding her soft lips.
“You think I have to drug you to get this kind of response? Silly boy,” she slid off of his lap and sat on the edge of the couch in front of him. She crossed her legs at first and allowed her eyes to trail up his body like a man would to a woman. Agent Miller stared back, his blue eyes hard. She giggled and reached up her skirt, hooking her hands under her pantyhose and pulled it down her thighs. She rolled the pantyhose slowly down her calves and slipped it off her feet. Despite his best efforts, Agent Miller watched her closely, studying the way she pushed the pantyhose to the side with her foot.
“I prefer genuine responses, it helps with my ego,” she broke the silence and watched with a sly smile as Agent Miller swallowed. With a sigh she stood and leaned over the CIA agent, her hands gripped around the arm rests. “Are you embarrassed? The high and mighty CIA agent succumbing so quickly to someone like me?” She teased him sharply, a glint of malice behind her bright eyes. “Tell me, Agent Miller. You’re thinking about me… you want me to touch you more. You want to see what I could do to you.”
Agent Miller cocked his head slightly and sighed, pretending to be disinterested. Y/N grabbed his face, her fingers digging into either side of his jaw. When she kissed him, he exhaled, almost relieved. He kissed her back, forgetting himself and liking the way she tasted, the way her lips felt in his mouth. She pulled his face closer to hers, still hovering above him. She kissed him feverishly and he followed blindly, distracted by the pleasure found in each movement her lips made against his. Then as quickly as it had started, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Some of her lipstick was smudged across his mouth but he couldn’t tell. He was breathing heavily, his lips pulled apart so that he could catch his breath. She took a few steps back and grabbed a file from a nearby table. She flipped it open and turned the pages until she landed on the right one. She held the folder open in one hand and with the other she began to unbutton her blouse from the top down.
Agent Miller felt his cock throb as he watched her shrug off the silky blouse and drape it over the arm of the couch. When she turned he could see her black t-shirt bra fitted perfectly against her breasts. Her collarbones rose and fell as she breathed and Agent Miller nearly groaned. She read aloud from the file as she moved back to the chair.
“My records tell me that the last number of confirmed nuclear weapons in the American arsenal was 27,000. It’s been half a decade since that information was released to the Soviet Union. What is that number now?” She straddled his lap slowly, smoothing out her skirt over their legs. Agent Miller moved his eyes from her breasts to her face, trying to keep his face straight as he felt the woman’s hand unbuckle his belt.
“I can’t tell you that,” he managed as she played with the zipper of his fly, her fingers dancing over the hard bulge.
“Has the number grown?” She offered and slid her hand below his waistband. Her hand grazed the patch of his pubic hair before she reached his cock. He shivered and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room. “More?” She asked softly as she wrapped her fingers around his erection, it was hot and wet in her hand. He was so sensitive already that he groaned softly when she touched him. She squeezed him softly and freed the hard length from his pants. She rubbed her hand up and down. Agent Miller panted softly as she masturbated him. His eyes snapped open and he watched her, their eyes locked.
“Has the number changed?” She asked again softly as the agent clenched his jaw.
“I can’t tell you that,” He fought the words out as her hand sped up.
“Are there less? Has the US been involved in a trade agreement for its nuclear weapons?” She pushed, her hand moving faster.
“Fuck…” Agent Miller panted as her grip tightened around him. His cheeks deepened with color and his chest shook as his climax built. Just as he felt like he was about to cum, Y/N pulled her hand away and clucked her tongue.
“You’re going to make this very hard on yourself,” she observed and smiled as she watched him pant. He was completely erect beneath her skirt, resting against her bare thigh. They stared at each other as he caught his breath. She snapped the folder closed and tossed it to the side, sighing impatiently.
“Who has the US traded with in the past year?” She asked, her hands holding his thighs down.
“That is public information. You don’t need me to tell you that.”
“I want you to tell me about the trade deals you haven’t made public,” she loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons. “Which countries have illegal trade agreements with the US?” She added before kissing his neck, sucking on the soft flesh until she started to make hickeys. With her freehand she held his cock still as she lowered herself onto his head. She moved her hips slowly up and down and pulled away to look at his face. His adam's apple quivered in his throat as she moved on top of him.
“I-I can’t-fuck,” he gasped softly as she started to shift her hips over his lap, taking him deeper, “I can’t tell you that.”
“Come on, Agent Miller,” she whispered against his ear, “be a good boy for me,” she smirked. “Does it feel good? Is this harder than torture?” She teased him as her hips sped up, rocking back and forth. Agent Miller moaned softly as she held his face to face her. His mouth was agape in pleasure as she began to bounce slightly, falling hard on his cock. He grunted as she went faster, moaning theatrically against his lips which she refused to kiss.
“Do you want to cum, Agent Miller?” She whispered against his lips, her tongue touching his bottom lip with a flourish.
“Fuck…” he panted again.
“Can you cum for me?” She purred and Agent Miller nodded weakly, his eyes now closed. She smiled and pretended to pant, coaxing another deep moan from the man’s throat. “Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She asked, raising herself up and holding him inside her. He weakly tried to thrust but she held him down.
“Y/N…” he whispered, his brows furrowed in frustration.
She snapped her hips down, taking him in again and hugging his cock. He gasped as his stomach tightened. He was going to cum.
“Has the US been sending nuclear weapons to West Germany?” She repeated sternly, not moving on his cock as the wave of climax started to dissipate again.
“I can’t fucking tell you that-fuck,” he growled when she moved her hips very slowly.
“But you can tell me, Agent Miller, and if you do, I’ll let you cum,” she stroked his cheek and kissed his jaw feverishly. “I want you to cum. Fuck, I want you to cum inside me too.” She whispered against his neck. When he resisted saying anything she pulled herself off and backed away towards the bed in the room beside them. Agent Miller watched her, his chest rising and falling quickly. Still watching him, she slid her leather skirt off, showing that she had no underwear on underneath. He felt like he might explode just by the sight of her.
“Jesus…” he groaned and let his head fall back against the back of the chair. He couldn’t help himself but look back as she undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. Standing completely naked, she laid back on the bed and propped herself up on her elbows.
“If you won’t cum, I’ll just have to finish myself off,” she sighed and trailed her fingers up her thigh to her cunt, wet from sex. “It just never feels as good.” She rubbed her fingers over her clit over and over again until she felt an orgasm grow. She curled her toes and bit her lip, grinding against her own hand. Agent Miller knew that he could look away but the scene was just too much to ignore. He watched as she arched her back and twisted her hips, reacting to the sensitivity of her clit. Her eyes danced below her eyelids as she thought up fantasies to fuel her climax. Rubbing harder, she started to moan softly and quivered. Agent Miller pulled at the handcuffs, struggling to remain calm as he watched her touch herself. As her orgasm finally arrived, she collapsed back onto the mattress and caught her breath.
“Enough,” Agent Miller sneered from the chair, still erect and horny. “At least get me out of these so I can fuck you the right way.”
Y/N smiled and hopped off of the bed, her tits bouncing slightly as she did.
“You want to fuck me, Agent Miller?” She leaned close to his face again. He stared back at her, his jaw set.
“Let’s get it over with,” he answered nonchalantly and she tilted his jaw up but didn’t kiss him. She undid the handcuffs around his wrists and he sprang to his feet, grabbing at her body. He kissed her feverishly, lapping at her mouth with his tongue hungrily. She pushed off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt as he slipped off his shoes and pants. They didn’t have time to remove his shirt before he entered her. He took hold of her hips to pull her closer and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her close to his chest. She clawed her hands down his dress shirt, her knees high on either side of his waist. She moaned loudly and he studied the way she opened her mouth to do it, mesmerized by the way she reacted to him inside of her.
“Good boy,” she praised him when he sped up, hitting her G-spot. She reached her hand down between their bodies and rubbed at her clit, coaxing a stronger orgasm.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Agent Miller ordered, short of breath, “let me do it.” He massaged her clit himself, his large hands covering the front of her cunt. Her mouth fell open into a loud gasp as he synchronized his thrusts to the way he rubbed her clit.
“Fuck,” he exhaled tightly as he felt her flex around him.
“Keep going,” she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him closer to her face, their mouths exchanging exhales, “fuck me right.”
He kissed her deeply as he moaned, the muscles in his back tightening beneath her nails. She was so tight and wet, he nearly came just thinking about it as he moved. She carded her fingers through his hair and pulled as he chased their peaking climax. He was grunting now as she began to finish around him, shaking without much control. He moved his hands back to her hips and rocked himself deep inside of her as he brought on his orgasm. He came inside of her with loud grunts, thrusting until he’d finished completely. Only when he was done did he pull out and collapse beside her on the elegant duvet. He panted loudly, exhausted. They remained in silence until Y/N rolled over, putting her lips close to his ear.
“You know, I didn’t have to ask you all those questions. I already know the answers.” Her voice was serious and cold, Agent Miller eyed her.
“Then why did you ask?”
“I wanted to see you tied down,” she answered calmly. He raised his eyebrow and scoffed just before the sting of a cold, sterilized needle pinched his neck. Then he quickly went to sleep.
When he awoke, he found himself alone in the hotel room. Everything had been returned to normal and the place scrubbed for fingerprints. And she was gone. She’d gotten away again.
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You Brought Me Poison Flowers
Chapter 8: Beet - If a man and a woman eat of the same beet, they will fall in love.
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Series Summary: Joel and Ellie settle into life in Jackson, one more easily than the other, until Joel is reminded of what normal feels like. The kind of normal that he perhaps never had. A series of one-shot glimpses into a relationship (no true plot here, people.) Soft!Joel. Two touch-starved babes.
Chapter subtitles taken from Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs by Scott Cunningham. Although herbal preparations are consistent with historic uses, nothing herein is to be construed as medical advice.
Pairing: Joel Miller x Herbalist!OFC (age-appropriate age gap)
Word Count: ~6.2K (It's a hefty one, y'all)
Warnings: Discussion of past character death, descriptions of loneliness. Please read with care.
Rating: Explicit 18+ / oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, multiple orgasms (f), creampie. Minors DNI.
A/N: Lenora breaks a bit but Joel Miller was a contractor and he's good with his hands.
This took me longer than anticipated to write, but it's a bit of a longer one and it's definitely one that moves them into new territory. Thank you all so much as always for your lovely comments and reblogs. I've said it before and I'll say it again, I love these two so much and I sincerely hope that you all enjoy!
A soft knock sounds on Joel's door at 7:30pm sharp on Saturday evening.
Lennie is on his doorstep, blue linen dress and a soft smile, canvas bag slung over her shoulder.
Joel grins, checks both ways behind her, and yanks her through the door. He has her against the wall and she can feel the smile on his lips as he kisses her.
And Joel can feel the exact moment she melts into his hold.
“You stayin’ the night?” He quips, relieving her of the bag on her shoulder.
“No, Mom just said never show up empty handed.
“You wanna stay the night?”
“Feed me and we’ll see.”
“Kitchen’s through here,” he points, “leave your shoes on, you’re fine.”
“Smells, amazing. Ellie home?”
“Nah, she’s actually at a sleepover,” his eyebrows are arched as he sets her bag on the kitchen island, “for a birthday. She has friends.”
“Shame you’ve just got me.”
“Not a shame at all,” he samples the taste of her again before she reaches into her bag.
“I brought her this though, had a copy in my collection,” she pulls 2001: A Space Odyssey from her bag, “she’s probably read it already, but on the off chance she hasn’t.”
Joel fits in behind her, pressing his chest to her back. “Ohh, that’s a classic. She’s gonna love that. Thank you, Len.”
She pulls an amber dropper bottle from her bag next, “and Tommy stopped by, said you wanted bitters?”
Joel takes the bottle from her fingers, holding it up to the light. “Tommy did some meddling then. He dropped off a batch of maple whiskey this morning.”
“Well then, it only seems right to make an old fashioned,” and she reaches into her bag for a bottle of gin, “and you can keep that for whatever you’d like.”
“How the fuck did you make bitters?” One hand rubs at her hip as he places the dropper on the counter.
“Gentian root, ginger, lavender, cherry bark, black walnut, you want me to keep going?”
“No,” Joel’s hips are pressed against her ass, “I want to kiss you.”
"Kiss me then."
Joel spins her around, hoists her up onto the kitchen island and fits between her legs, fingers skating up her thighs. She fits both hands to his jaw as he presses soft lips to hers.
Slowly, tenderly at first before he slips his tongue into her mouth, drawing forth a moan from the back of her throat.
And it’s nothing short of relief, this flood of affection from a granite man.
Being left to her own devices these past few days had caused slippage. Even with the rush of him still warm through her blood.
He could still change his mind.
Lennie swallows hard when his mouth moves away, fingers still drawing light circles on her thighs with the flats of his nails.
“Anything I can do to help?” She asks, tucking a curl behind his ear.
A need to feel useful.
“You can tell me how you like your steak,” Joel grins up at her.
“Medium rare?”
“That a question or your answer?”
“Medium rare.” She says again and he steals another kiss before turning back to the stove.
Joel doesn’t allow her to lift a finger.
He fixes them drinks and ushers her to the dining table.
He dishes out a salad topped with sliced beet and goat’s cheese.
He places a perfectly-cooked medium rare steak in front of her with mashed potato and broccoli accompaniments.
He keeps her water and whiskey glasses full.
He offers her strawberries and hand-whipped sweet cream for dessert.
He doesn’t let her help with the dishes.
Instead, Joel again places her on the countertop, beside the sink this time, and Lennie swings her feet and laughs at his jokes and accepts the kisses he offers while dodging soapy hands.
And Joel thinks what a privilege it is to have a smart beautiful thing here purely to keep you company and not because your back needs watchin’.
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“You want the tour?” Joel finally asks, crumpling a dish towel between his hands before he hangs it on the oven handle and dries the backs of his hands on his jeans.
“Sure.”
"You sure you're sure, you didn't sound sure."
"I am."
"Alright. Thought you'd say somethin' smart," he helps her down from the countertop and places her feet back on the floor, "like 'is this a ploy to get me into your bedroom, Miller?'" He pitches his voice up a hair and mimics her northeastern accent.
"Is it?"
"Do you want it to be?"
Lennie doesn't answer.
He refills their whiskey instead and starts with the bottom floor.
Joel's home is still sparse because he hasn’t quite filled the space yet. The house had sat vacant for years before folks borrowed trinkets to adorn their own spaces and bartering for replacements had been too low on his list of priorities.
The pictures of someone else’s family have been taken down and relegated to a box somewhere.
Joel has none of his own.
Lennie hangs back as he shows her Ellie’s ‘lair’ and ‘the good bathroom’ with the bathtub, her glass of whiskey clutched in both hands, always sticking to the doorway of each room as Joel guides her through.
She never quite sets her feet over thresholds.
And Joel notices, but he can’t figure out why.
“You have a record player,” Lennie’s eyes light up when she spots it in the corner of the living room upon their return.
“Not sure if it works, haven’t tried it. But there are a few albums left,” Joel sets his glass down on the coffee table and slumps down on the couch, suddenly aware of the dull ache in his back from being on his feet far too long.
He notices that she wants to check but it’s like she needs permission.
“Go on, take a look,” he urges her and Lennie sits on her heels in front of the media cabinet as she flips through the small collection.
She hums to herself, “mm, we don’t have this one,” and he notes the use of the word but doesn’t ask, because she’s holding up a Diana Krall album with light in her eyes and asking if she can put it on.
“Only if you’ll dance with me,” he stands, ignoring the way his back muscles protest because the need to hold her again is too strong.
“Didn’t take you for a dancing man,” she takes his hand as the soft sound of jazz fills the room.
He fits both hands around the small of her back as she encircles his neck.
He can feel the faintest tremor thrumming through her muscles.
And the way she's too conscious of her breathing.
“Hey, Len,” and she feels it rumble through his chest where she’s held tight there, “can I ask you somethin’?”
She hums.
“What’s up? You’re like a— a vampire.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Joel.”
“It’s okay if you are. Just. Warn a man.”
Lennie doesn't laugh.
“I’m sorry.”
“And stop apologizing.” She feels him smile into her hairline. “Len, what’s going on?”
“I’ll try. You made the most beautiful dinner, and damn good old fashioneds, and you have a beautiful house. It’s been such a lovely evening.”
“You leavin’?” Joel pulls back and stares down into her eyes because those are leavin’ words.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“Not even a little bit, baby,” he pulls her in close again, swaying her to the music, his tone suggesting what she’s just said is the most ridiculous thing in the world because it is.
But she sniffs hard against his collar and he leans back again to get a look at her face.
Lennie’s eyes are swimming.
The gold is lost.
“Oh, Lenora. No, no, no, none of that. I ain’t kickin’ you out.”
He takes her face in his hands with all of the tenderness he’s capable of.
Like clutching at a frantic sparrow with a broken wing.
And Joel briefly wonders if the kindest thing he can do is snap its neck.
He can’t. Its claws have already dug into his heart.
“You don’t have to leave, Len. Please don’t leave. Not yet.”
And gears gnash against each other in Joel’s brain because what he wants to say might lead to a flood.
Flood now and rebuild later.
“I think we gotta clear the air on something though.”
She tenses in his hold even against the soothing of his hand down her spine.
“Yeah?”
“You gotta tell me what’s going on, baby,” he still soothes, keeping her head tucked under his chin.
“You closed up again tonight. M' glasses are gone.”
After a moment, “why the tears when I ask you to stay? And why don’t you ever ask for what you want, Len?”
She breaks from him to stare up into big brown eyes that are soft despite the firmness in his tone.
And the last thing Lenora wants to do is finish this evening by dropping her baggage off at his doorstep. But Joel can read in her expression that she’s about to deflect and his voice sharpens.
“Your honest answer, Len. We can’t do this if we ain’t honest. I may be out of practice, but I know that much.”
“Because I’m afraid to want things, Joel.”
Lenora answers quick because Lenora knows where all of her shit is.
She just doesn’t know what to do about it.
“Why.” He presses again. Firmly, but far from devoid of compassion.
“Because I’m terrified they won’t want me back.”
“I think it’s pretty clear that I do, though.”
“That’s exactly it. You terrify me.” She’s out of his hold now and he thinks better of pulling her in again. “All of this is terrifying.”
“But why, Lenora.”
“Have you ever felt needed, but not wanted, Joel?” She snaps back.
And Lennie watches the consideration of it ping around his brain.
Sarah, his precious baby girl who needed him for food and shelter and comfort, wanted him for the same from the moment she could parse the two. She loved her daddy. Screamed her head off the entire first week of kindergarten because she wanted her daddy.
Sarah’s mom didn’t need or want him. She made that clear.
Tess didn’t need him. A guard dog has his uses but she could have found anyone. Tess wanted him. Even after they blew up that night. When he screamed “I can’t love you” so loudly that their mismatched glasses shook in their cabinets. Tess still held him at night. Because Tess wanted him.
And Ellie, now safe in the want from the need side of things, still seeks just him out for comfort. She’s fed all day by the folks down at Mess and Mr. Hayes at the farm, and Jess who makes those maple candies. She is safe, her Uncle Tommy sees to that. But she still curls up at his side in lamp light on chilly nights. She chooses him.
“I can’t say that I have.”
“Yeah. It’s all I’ve felt these last few years,” She’s taken a seat on the edge of the couch cushion like she’s afraid to settle in, gaze locked on the rug. Biting back tears. “Needed but not wanted. And not, feeling unwanted, just, not experiencing it—proactively. In the affirmative.”
“People here need me, but I’m a fixture.” Her voice is monotone as she continues. “Permanently cemented to the floor in my shop. They come and go, they take and they give you something material in exchange.”
“They look at me and see through me, Joel.” She gestures at her heart with her hands.
“They seek me out because they need me. But slot someone else with my knowledge behind that bar and really, there’s no difference. Occasionally someone shares a mug of tea or a glass of gin and I love that, I really do.”
She swipes the back of her hand quickly over her cheek.
“But the one person who ever wanted me died in my arms and he took it with him.”
“And I felt so empty, Joel.” Her fragile whisper cracks. “Everything just became so cold.”
“Tommy told me what happened,” he whispers, “to Andy.”
Lennie looks up at him through tears.
“I didn’t have anyone, Joel. For years. And I forgot what that felt like.”
And in this moment, Joel realizes that he’s never actually been alone either.
He had Sarah.
He had Tommy.
He had Tess.
He had Ellie.
You keep going for family.
She had no one.
And she kept going anyway.
He can’t say he would have been that strong.
He wasn’t. That first night without his daughter.
Without his heart.
“I forgot what it felt like to have someone spend hours talking to you because they want to. To have someone just to sit with in front of a fire. To share a sunset with. To make…fucking dinner with so you don’t have to do it all on your own.” She gestures weakly towards the kitchen.
“To be held and kissed and touched, Joel.”
Her voice is so small now, rasped through the pain that crushes her from the inside out and Joel wants desperately to hold her again but he settles for clenching his fist and shoving his fingers in his pockets.
He wants her to let it out.
"And I'm sorry that it breaks me apart like this," she swipes at her cheeks again, angrier this time. "It feels like something that shouldn't even matter, like I should be able to do this on my own."
“Andy left and touch went out of my life. Companionship. This feeling of being wanted. And I convinced myself I didn’t want it anymore. Didn’t need it.”
“And then you came out of fucking nowhere.”
Lenora holds a hand out and stares into her palm, “and to have it placed in front of you like food after famine.”
“Knowing that at any moment you could do something to have it snatched away.”
Her fist closes now.
“And I feel like I have no right to exist in someone else’s space and I think maybe if I just don’t take up room. Maybe if I’m not too loud, or too headstrong, maybe if I don’t ask, it’ll stick around for just a little while longer. I’ll make that compromise.”
“Because it’s the only thing I want. To have someone want me.”
“And I am terrified of fucking it up, Joel,” her voice is low as she finishes, finally angling her eyes back up at him.
Cheeks wet with tears that flow too fast for her to catch.
And Joel steps around the coffee table to kneel in front of her, noticing how she stiffens with the action of it, not unlike she did when Ellie hugged her in the stables.
How she flinches when someone gets too close.
Where she melted before, she freezes up again for fear of having said too much.
Of having been too much.
Felt too much.
Taken up too much space here in his home.
Her nerves are still terrified of affection, regardless of how badly he longs to give it.
How badly she needs to receive it.
And Joel pushes the boundary a fraction, brushing a curl that clings to his finger off of her cheek.
Running calloused knuckles as softly as he can down the salty streaks that mar her skin.
“Because it’s perfect?” He asks barely above a whisper, mouch catching on the syllables.
“Because it’s perfect, Joel,” she breathes, relaxing upon her skin’s recognition of his.
His heart jumps.
“Because it’s a taste of everything I’ve always wanted and the last time I had that, my entire world shattered and I’m afraid, Joel.”
“But for right now?” The pads of his fingers trace one tendon of her neck, as his eyes meet hers again, “it’s perfect?”
“Yeah,” she breathes, warm against his skin.
“Then let it be perfect, Lenora.”
And Joel closes the gap that opened between them with his lips. Feather-soft brushes at first before they feel the need to convince her more ardently.
He kisses her until she kisses back.
Until she winds her fingers in his hair and opens to let his tongue slip inside.
Until she lets herself feel his face in her hands and the taste of him in her mouth.
Joel only stops when she breaks for breath, chin reddened from the scrape of his beard.
“For as long as it is, Lenora” he whispers against her lips, “let it be perfect.”
And she clutches his massive face in her palms, searching his eyes.
Receiving nothing but sincerity in return.
She presses her forehead against his, “yeah.”
“Promise me, Lenora.”
“I promise.”
“You swear that’s the truth? The whole truth and nothing bu…”
“Stooop, Joel,” she chides weakly at his poor man's joke, touching the tip of her nose to his before kissing him again.
He smiles and hums from deep in his chest.
“Len?” He whispers against her lips.
“Yeah,” she sniffs, attempting to stuff it all back inside.
“What do you want?" Another kiss pressed to her mouth, "right in this moment, what do you want?”
“No thinking,” he adds, head spinning from having her this close. “What do you want?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“Where?” Joel breathes against her mouth.
“Everywhere.”
Joel stands, uncaring of how his knees click with the motion, and holds out a hand.
Her small palm is skittish in his hold.
Joel laces his fingers with hers.
“It’s warmer upstairs.”
"Is this a ploy to get me into your bedroom, Miller?" Lennie sniffles and Joel looks her dead in the eyes.
"Yes. Yes it is."
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Joel guides her to sit on the edge of the bed, kneeling before her again to slip her sandals from her feet, encircling her ankles gently with each hand before trailing his fingers up the backs of her calves.
She shivers but not from the temperature.
Joel pulls off his socks before shedding his flannel and t-shirt, tossing both onto a chair in the corner.
He makes himself more vulnerable than she feels.
Her eyes track him around the room before he settles beside her on the edge of the bed, cupping her cheek and turning her face in towards him.
“Are you cold?” He presses a kiss to her lips.
“No.” Heat from the kitchen has risen, warming the whole upper floor.
“Are you sure? I can start a fire.” He nods behind him at the fireplace in his bedroom.
“I’m okay,” she reaches to run a hand down his forearm.
“Whatever you need. You tell me, okay?”
“Yeah.”
His mouth is a quick distraction before his tongue slips against hers.
Joel's palm fits to her cheek, thumb tracing one cheekbone.
Fingers trail down the side of her neck and skate gently over the front of her throat before his hand flattens over her breastbone, tucking under the collar of her dress.
His lips break from hers to kiss her neck and suck on her ear as he palms one shoulder.
Lennie reaches down to undo the tie of her dress before Joel asks if he can instead.
Chill bumps form on her skin when he unwraps linen, broad palm soothing warm over her stomach when it’s finally bare.
He shifts with her to help slip it from her form, mouth never far from hers before he lands the dress on the chair over his own clothes. Lennie's hands fly to his hair slipping soft strands between her fingers as she finally turns her body in towards him.
The warmth that radiates from his skin sets her head spinning.
He presses kisses to her collarbone before returning to her mouth.
“Lie back, Len.” He whispers there.
Joel follows, fitting one knee between her legs. A palm on either side of her head, careful of her long hair.
“This okay?”
“Yeah,” she hums with arms around his neck when he tips his head to run his nose over the lines of ink on her left arm, licking at the sensitive ditch of her elbow before he nips at her bicep.
The press of his bare chest against her skin when he mouths at one breast through her bra makes Lennie moan and arch up against the solid weight of him.
He shifts lower to trail his nose over her ribs. Inhaling the cedar scent of her soap and pressing kisses to every inch of skin, pulling soft gasps from her throat.
He notes what makes her breath catch. What makes her fingers tighten in his hair and nails sink into his shoulders.
Joel worships down to her hipbones before Lennie grows too impatient to allow him to continue.
“Joel,” she pants and he angles big brown eyes up at her, “I need you.”
He wraps one hand around the meat of her thigh, shifting on the bed to settle properly between her legs, rubbing at her hips.
He mouths at her stomach before hooking fingers in the waistband of her underwear.
“May I?”
“God, please yes,” she pants.
Joel slips fabric down her legs and off of her toes, hanging her panties off the footboard before his lips trail up her inner thighs.
Lennie trembles.
"This okay?" Joel runs his palms over the creases of her thighs as she nods, thumbs brushing at soft fluff before spreading her open with a deep, needy groan.
One thumb gently starts rubbing circles over her clit and Lennie gasps.
“Mmm,” he growls as he lowers his face and breathes the scent of her deep, exhaling with a moan before his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip.
She’s already slick with anticipation.
Joel tentatively trails the flat of his tongue over her slit and Lennie moans and writhes in his hold. He continues, thumbs holding her open, tongue learning what makes her cant her hips towards his face.
What makes her moan his name.
His tongue dips inside of her and she keens and fists the sheets, tipping her head to the side as he curls the tip of it before one hand slings a leg over his shoulder.
Joel’s lips latch to her clit and she rolls her hips but one palm holds her firm, splayed against her stomach as two fingers tease before slipping into her heat, the slide made easy by her arousal. Joel quirks them, feeling for that spot where the silk of her gives way to texture before he beckons, coaxing a soft cry from her throat.
He presses his hips into the mattress in an effort to give his aching cock some manner of relief.
“Joel…oh fuu—” she whimpers as the tip of his tongue flicks against that sensitive bundle of nerves before he soothes with the flat of it and repeats. One of Lennie's hands tangles in soft ashen brown curls, raking, caressing, tugging when his fingers become more insistent.
“Taste so fuckin’ good,” he murmurs against her, rubbing the high bridge of his nose where his tongue just left, fingers still building in pace.
Lennie reaches up with her other hand to clamp it over her own mouth when his tongue starts twirling soft circles around her clit before he sucks hard.
Her hips buck against him and his eyes flick up towards her face.
Cameras are a thing Joel misses.
Lennie’s head is thrown back, resting on a halo of black curls splayed against his pillows, palm doing a poor job of stifling the moans that come from her chest now.
A chest that heaves for breath.
Breathlessness that he’s causing.
And so he stares for a moment, pressing the image into his mind like a wet flower between the pages of a book.
One that succumbs to the weight but leaves an imprint of its own against the text.
“There’s no one here, baby,” he whispers, reaching his free hand up to soothe over her sternum, “it’s just me.” He laps at her again, “you can be as loud as you want.”
The hand over her mouth slips down to run across his, holding him holding her as her ribs heave.
“Joel?” She gasps in warning.
“Go on, beautiful,” he murmurs against her heat. “Come for me.”
And she falls apart between his fingers and his tongue with his name lodged in her lungs on an inhale.
She only breathes again when her muscles give up their grip. Joel promptly stuffs his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with an audible pop.
Stuttering breath catches in her throat before she swallows hard. Joel makes his way up her body again until she tastes the tang of her release on his lips.
“I’m a bit out of practice, but I hope…” he starts.
“Jesus, Joel.” She laughs and rakes her fingers through his hair. “You were…that was.” A breathless whisper. “Perfect. That was perfect.”
He hums and nuzzles her jaw as she basks in the heat of him.
Basks in his attention as plush lips suck at hers.
And as his tongue slips inside he feels it.
Feels her melting again.
“Joel,” her hand clutches the hair at the nape of his neck before he tips his face to look into her eyes.
“Hmm.”
“I need you inside me,” she whispers.
“Whatever the lady wants,” he mouths at the curve of one breast through the fabric of her bra. “the lady gets.”
She sits up as he leaves the bed for a moment to undress, propping herself up with hands behind her back, knees knocked together.
Watching as generous fingers deftly unlatch his belt. As he steps out of his jeans and hangs them over the arm of the chair, careful not to leave them lying on her dress where the weight of denim would cause linen to wrinkle.
She watches as he bends to slip off his boxer briefs, noting the hole in the hip just below the elastic band from where his thumbs have worn threads away.
Lennie watches the breadth of his shoulders and the curve of his bum and the strength of his form and the smile on his face when he turns to her again.
She tucks her chin against her shoulder, staring up at him through big, bright eyes before her gaze slips lower to where his cock stands thick and proud against the soft swell of his stomach.
This man.
This broad, rugged, brutal, yet tender-hearted thing.
Wants her.
“Hey,” the corner of his lips quirk as he settles back onto the bed to sit beside her.
“Hey,” she echoes, tipping her face towards him. His fingers find her jaw and his mouth finds hers again. He feels her smile and it makes his lips spread into a grin, teeth accidentally clacking against hers.
“Sorry, baby.”
She just wraps a hand around the base of his strong neck and pulls him down with her against the pillows.
Joel’s palm splays across her stomach, rubbing warm circles into her skin as his tongue slips against hers, cock pressed against her thigh.
“Skin ‘s so soft, Len.” Joel presses his lips to her collarbone, shifting to kiss down her sternum.
“Mm, you’ve said that before,” she runs a hand through his hair before soothing across the span of his shoulders, briefly fascinated by the size of him.
At how much space he takes up.
“‘Cause it’s true,” he drags his nose against where the underwire of her bra bites into her flesh, “I like it. I like you, Len.”
Joel rubs his bearded cheek down her stomach and she squirms.
“Jesus, Joel that tickles—”
He hums a laugh that turns to a low growl, big brown eyes angled up towards her for permission.
She parts her legs and he settles between them, palms dipping into the curves of her waist and smoothing low over her stomach.
Joel meets her eyes as he rocks his hips, tentatively sending his cock slipping through the slick at her core.
She gasps and reaches for his wrists as he continues coating his length to ease the slide.
Massive palms hitch at the creases of her thighs, one thumb guiding his cock to notch at her entrance.
Brown eyes lock and Joel slowly presses inside of her.
Watching as her lids flutter shut while his mouth falls open. Tongue tracing the inside of his bottom teeth.
He pauses until her grip on his wrists relaxes, starting up a slow rock of his hips as her teeth catch her lip.
He takes his time with her.
Time to adjust.
Time for her to sink into the feel of him. Into how he presses and stretches and pulls and grips.
Time to build. In pace, in pressure, in urgency until finally he lets the reins out.
The way Joel fucks is devastating.
Hard, driving strokes that move her to brace one palm up against his headboard.
The roll in surprisingly loose hips that causes his cock to catch on her g-spot with every stroke before pressing farther against the deepest parts of her.
Palms that knead the flesh of her hips. Gripping to bruising.
A pace that builds in speed before slowing again when he presses himself deeper, grinding his pubic bone against her clit
Lennie twists in his hold, hands gripping at down and cotton as she sinks her teeth into a pillow that smells of woodfire and Joel and her ponderosa soap.
"Joel," she moans, "wait, I want—"
Immediately he stills, sucking in breath through his teeth.
"Y' okay?" He murmurs, watching her chest heave.
"Yeah," she rakes curls out of her face, "'m gonna boss you around for a minute though."
Joel bites his bottom lip and gently bucks his hips against hers. "Good."
"Move for a second?"
Joel pulls out and they both whimper at the loss as he sits back on his heels.
Lennie turns to lay flat on her stomach before casting an expectant look back over her shoulder.
Joel let's out a soft "oh fuck" and she arches her back slightly, accentuating an ass that Joel just has to touch.
She hums as he palms her flesh before fitting his thumbs into the dimples at the base of her spine.
"C'mon, Joel," she moans, tucking her nose back into his pillow, "don't keep a girl waiting."
"Yes, ma'am," and he shifts to straddle her form before sheathing his cock inside of her again, moving slowly, testing the angle. His fingers dig into her hips as he alternates between hard thrusts and a slow rock that grinds the head of his cock against the mouth of her womb.
And Lennie can't keep quiet now even if she tried.
He smirks when one hand again reaches to steady herself against the headboard and takes it as license to hook a hand over her shoulder to pull her against him when his hips slam forward.
"Oh ff—" She moans from her chest.
“Still with me, Len?” he growls over the staccato of skin on skin.
"You're too far away," she pants and Joel folds to brace his palms against the mattress and press his chest against her back.
The soft swell of his stomach fits perfectly to the curve of her spine.
He envelops her in his breadth and his weight and his heat and finally the wet of his mouth where he sucks at the delicate skin just behind her ear.
"Better, baby?"
“God yes,” she moans, “don’t stop, Joel.” Lennie’s head falls back against his shoulder and he grins.
“There she is.”
And she comes white hot with his name on her lips and his nose buried in her hair.
Joel presses deep for as long as he can before he feels himself hurtle towards the inevitable brink.
The moment he moves to pull out, Lennie reaches to catch a scruffy cheek that's burning with heat.
"Joel, stay," she moans, turning her face towards his.
"'Y— fuck — y' sure—" he grits out, panting frantically against her cheek.
"Want you inside," she gasps against his lips and it sends his hips slamming against hers as he comes with a shout, cock throbbing as he spills himself deep, weight briefly collapsing against her.
"Lenora," he whispers when his senses return.
She hums, boneless underneath him, basking in the way one palm trails down her ribs as he shifts to pull out and settle to one side of her.
Fingers skipping over the damp skin of her back before engulfing the base of her skull.
"Lenora, look at me."
She does, hazy and molten, eyes glittering with low lamp light.
"Can you stay the night?"
And her face splits with laughter before he pulls her in against his chest.
"Yeah, Joel," she nuzzles his collarbone, "I'd like that."
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“God she’s such a fucking bitch!” Ellie screams when she bursts through the front door just after 8 o'clock the next morning.
Lennie immediately stiffens, looking to Joel for all the world like the panicked deer that’s jumped out in front of a car. He holds up a hand in her direction and Lennie has no idea what the fuck that’s supposed to mean because she’s sitting at Joel’s kitchen table in nothing but his brown flannel shirt and her come-damp panties and by all accounts she’s not supposed to be here.
“Hey, don’t slam the door,” he calls in Ellie’s direction, her heavy footsteps getting louder as she makes her way towards the kitchen.
“She tore up my fucking book, Joel!” She’s rounded the corner now, “she tore up Will Liv—heeeyyy, Lennie.”
Fucking caught now.
“Hey, Ellie,” she tugs Joel's shirt further down over her bare thighs.
Ellie’s eyebrows are in her hairline, eyes flitting between the pair of them before she speaks after what feels like an hour.
“Good job, old man. You bagged the prettiest girl in town,” Ellie slaps Joel on the back before moving to grab a plate from the dish rack.
“Ellie…”
“Oh shit,” something connects for her as she takes a seat, “that’s where you were the other night. When you came slinking in at like four in the morning.” She locks eyes with Lennie, “your house.”
And Joel’s been struck dumb because “Ellie” with varying degrees of annoyance seems to be all he can bring himself to say as she dishes out bacon and eggs.
“Honestly, though, it’s about time he got laid.” This to Lennie, who’s wide-eyed, red in the face, and certain that she wants to die.
“And there are worse people I could be forced to sit across the breakfast table from,” she shovels a forkful of scrambled eggs into her mouth. “You know Martha has a crush on him right?" She throws a thumb in Joel's direction. "The school teacher? The ditzy one.”
“Okay, Ellie, room, now.” Joel grinds out.
“What, she does! Everyone in town knows that.”
“Ellie, wha…who is Martha? What are you talkin’ about?”
“Actually, everyone in town does know that,” Lennie murmurs.
“See?" Ellie gestures towards Lennie. "Thank you.”
“Hey, Joel?” Tommy calls as the front door slams behind him. “Jimmy wanted to see if we could help with the barn today and I told him—heeeyyy, Lennie.”
“I suppose this is the first and last time you’ll ever spend the night,” Joel looks over to where Lennie’s clutching the sleeves of his flannel in her hands and covering the bottom half of her face.
“It’s the first and last time I don’t leave before sunrise.”
“Alright, look,” Tommy reaches over Joel’s shoulder for two strips of bacon, “I’ll get outta here, you swing by whenever and we’ll discuss the barn, Ellie, you’re with me kid. Len?” He grins. “You enjoy your morning.”
“I’m not finished breakfast,” Ellie protests.
“Bring the plate. I don’t care. It’s across the way. I got a kitchen table too, c’mon, hustle.”
And to their surprise she grabs her plate and heads for the door. Tommy follows, throwing a wink over his shoulder before they hear the front door swing shut.
Keys jingle and the lock latches.
Lennie’s eyes are wide when she finds Joel’s stare again.
And to her surprise, he bursts out laughing.
The way it shakes his shoulders and rounds out his cheeks is contagious and she can’t help but follow suit.
When the mirth calms he reaches out for Lennie and encourages her onto his lap.
“‘M so sorry about that, Len.”
“It’s—" she rubs at his heart over the fabric of his t-shirt, "it’s okay.”
She means it too.
“You know," she wraps an arm around his neck, "I’m actually just fucking you to get back at Martha,” she teases, sucking languidly on Joel’s bottom lip.
And it drags another laugh from his chest.
“Is that so?” Joel nuzzles her neck before kissing a path down her skin. “Sounds like you’re puttin’ a target on your back being here.”
“Make it worth my while then, Miller.”
And he does.
He eats her out again on the kitchen table, right there between the bacon and eggs. Has her coming on his tongue with one of her hands tangled in his hair and the other clamped over her mouth lest anyone hear.
He’s tempted to rip it away.
Let this Martha know exactly who Joel Miller is fucking.
The prettiest girl in town.
At least the door's locked.
And Lennie's safe here.
She's wanted. Right here.
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❝𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨❞
Pairing:
Lenny Miller x Reader x Thomas Shelby
Summary:
Lenny came home from a long trip to America, only to catch Thomas with Y/N in her bed and decided to cross the line of friendship to have what was being offered to him.
Warning(s): SMUT. Threesome. Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Anal. Double penetration. Voyeurism. Minor flashback in italics. Minors, dni!
Word Count: 3.1k
Lenny could feel his gaze on the beauty hardening as he realized she was bare. Not a stitch of clothing was seen anywhere near the capacity of her.
He dragged his eyes, trailing down to follow the slope of her neck, inching towards the curve of her breasts. He inhaled sharply when he noticed the redness creeping towards, and he realized she was flushing when he could imagine the thrum of her blood rushing through her veins.
Upon traveling to America for a few months due to his position as a spy for the Crown, he had left the woman who he was very sweet towards back in England and intending on courting her when he returned. He had absolutely no idea that someone else already had their eyes on her as well. Although at the end he was not angry about it because they both wanted her and deserved her, and it was only two of them that they would not mind sharing her with each other.
She may be angry with him. He paused at the front of the entrance door at her flat...well it would be interesting to see her in that state with icy fire burning in her gaze as she glared up at him, or disappointment with slightly tilted frown on her beautiful face because he had been gone for too long. They were friends. Somewhere deep down, she would understand.
Before he could raise to rap his knuckles against the door, he heard a slight moan and a gasp following with a breathy laugh.
"Look at you, love." A deep male voice murmured, due to keen sense of hearing which had allowed him to have a position in the job, he was able to pick up on the voice coming from the inside. "All desperate for me cock."
He wasn't prepared to see another face that bore his facial features, catching his brother Thomas in the act when he quietly slipped into the flat and into her darkened room with only lone table lamp at the left side of her bed.
He nearly growled when he saw his brother hovering over her, thrusting leisurely into her on the mattress as he held her arms above her head.
Somehow, he knew she was able to sense another presence in her room when her eyes drew to his, surprise hinted in her gaze as her mouth dropped open, gasping his name.
Which brought them to this moment.
"You want her, don't you?" Thomas murmured, shaking Lenny from his reveries, and he turned his head to the face reflecting his. Amusement hinted in his brother’s depths. "You want to own her. I can see it in your eyes," he heard him chuckle lightly. "I felt that way when I saw her for the first time."
His eyes flickered to the eyes in front of him that reflected his depths' color. His jaw clenched before he turned his gaze to Y/N sitting on the bed.
His attention was drawn away from her once again when Thomas stepped aside, sitting down on the bench next to windowsill. "Don't let me interrupt you guys," he smirked, settling against the wall. "I want to watch."
She huffed, her eyes narrowing at his brother. "Pervert." Then she turned her gaze to his, faltering when he knew she noticed him inching towards her, closing the distance between them.
He would say he wanted to fight this feeling, the spell she'd put him under, but the truth was...he didn't give a damn anymore. Let her light him on fire, and he would thank her as he burned.
He began to undo his blazer, drawing his arms out of the sleeves before dropping the fabric onto the floor beside him. He then undid his dress shoes as he walked towards her.
He used to be very perilous on where he would organize his suits, but somewhere deep in him stopped caring the moment he saw her.
His eyes were drawn to her when she began to kneel down on the floor, he knew wasn't kind to her knees.
He stared down at her with a resolute look, almost similar to the first day they met where he put up a façade of apathy, bordering on indescribable except this time it was with softness.
His eyebrows furrowed when she slowly reached for his hand that was clasping the outside thigh loosely, he allowed her to drag his hand from the side of the thigh to the front of her face.
Parting her lips, with her eyes fixed on his, she guided his middle finger into her mouth and sucked in a lustful, suggestive way. His icy blue eyes darkened further as he watched her wrap her pouty lips around his digit, and he inevitably groaned at the sensation of her wet tongue running up and down the digit, her cheeks hollowing and vibrating according to her moans.
While she was sucking on his finger, she could perfectly see the desire that was burning inside his gaze, and she savored the taste of triumph. When he groaned in discontentment when she pulled her mouth away, letting his finger slid out of her lips with a wet pop, she knew that he needed just a little more nudge to give in to his unholy desire.
She held his wrist in her hand as she slowly trailed her tongue from the bottom of his index finger to the tip, she kept a keen gaze on his as she swirled her tongue around the tip before pushing his finger into her mouth.
His eyes were already the color of a dark stormy sky due to the state of arousal which it caused his eyes to express a predatory glint. Dilated in pure lust.
He slowly started to move his finger as if he was mimicking the movement of fucking her. Pausing momentarily to add another finger into her mouth, he brushed the pad of his thumb on the top of her lips.
"Imagine she is sucking your cock."
He felt her shudder as Thomas’ voice pierced the silence.
He stifled a growl when he felt her fingers grasping the belt of his trousers, her eyes still maintained contact with him. He shifted his jaw in slight pleasure when he felt her sucking his fingers as she undid the metal buckle, reversing the loops before she reached for his zipper.
The sound of metal clashing against metal as she undid the zipper took over the atmosphere; however, it did not deter the tension that is unraveling between them.
He nearly shuddered as the heat from her fingers wrapped around his cock, drawing it out through the opened slacks. In response, he deepened the velocity of his fingers, easing into her throat before withdrawing completely.
She whined briefly from loss of contact until he put his hand on the back of her head, nudging her mouth towards his cock.
Her eyes blinked up at him before lust clouded her irises. She then parted her lips, her tongue slipped out to lick the pre-cum that was leaking from the slit of his dick.
Feeling the wet heat from her tongue before her lips enveloped the thick tip, he clenched down his jaw, nearly shattering the bones of his jaw and his molars.
He gripped her head, not too much but just enough before he started to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth an in-out motion.
He then craned his neck backwards, his eyes squeezed in pleasure, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.
He rarely indulged pleasures these days, not since he had met her.
He then growled when he felt her nose nearly brushing his pubic bone, his cock already hit the back of her throat, and he jerked his head back down to see her peering up at him under her eyelashes.
She was slightly flushed; due to oxygen she could barely inhale around his thick cock.
"Y/N." He groaned, feeling a shudder of lust washing over him as her throat muscles began to contract on his cock every time the head brushed the back of her throat. He was still thrusting erratically, but a little more gently because he didn't want to strain her pretty neck.
Pretty neck, indeed.
His fingers tightened in her strands when she sucked harder. He was sure it felt painful to her the way his fingers were tightening, but in her eyes, she found it pleasurable.
"Are you going to be a good girl?" He breathed deeply, staring into her eyes.
She nodded, and he could feel a smirk growing on his lips. "Good, because you're going to take it all," authority slipped out from his tongue as a rumble began in his chest as his hips started to take over at a speed of slight powerful thrusting. "Every last drop," he groaned as he forced his cock deep into her throat momentarily before a huge weight of pleasure burst through him, growling deeply as he emptied himself into her throat.
There was a slight heady smell that triggered something raw inside of him that existed since the beginning of time.
He nearly chuckled because he knew she became wet by his behavior.
He then inhaled deeply, fraternizing with her scent. His lips curled slightly at the familiarity of the scent; he recalled the smell when he met her for the first time in the office at the Betting House through Polly as his nose brushed the skin of her neck.
He pulled out his softening cock he was sure it will harden again soon. After all he had no refractory period.
He then reached for her, pulling her up after clasping his hands around hers.
She was in a daze, eyes dilated to the point of arousal.
"Did you miss me?" He asked, huskiness coated his tone as he whispered into her ear.
"What?" She gasped.
He chuckled lowly, wrapping his arms around her waist with one of his hands gliding up towards her breasts.
"I didn't stutter, darling." He rumbled as his hand enclosed around her breast, his fingers gripping her breast as he rubbed his thumb across her hardened nipple. "Did you miss me?"
He heard her swallowing inaudibly. "Yes." She whispered.
He slipped his tongue out, tracing onto her skin before he reached her ear once again, nibbling on the curve of her cartilage.
"Good."
There was movement by the window, and they both turned their heads towards the man who had his hand wrapped around his cock. He only gave them a sly smirk before thrusting into his palm slightly.
"Kiss him," Thomas commanded softly. "I'm sure he's desperate for the taste of your lips just like I did when I saw you."
There was a pause in the atmosphere before it broke when she exhaled shakily.
Lenny then felt her stepping out of his arms, before turning around to meet his eyes.
She shifted her gaze, trailing down his facial features, her eyes were nearly drawn to his lips when he parted them to stick his tongue out a bit to lick his bottom lip.
He then leaned in, capturing her lips with his in an obvious passion as he cupped the back of her head to access more of her luscious lips.
She began to unbutton his shirt, starting at the collar, before she could undo the third button, he stilled her movements.
He felt her pulling away, and he knew she was going to question his motives. Before she could ask him, he had already thrown her unceremoniously onto her mattress.
Feeling impatient with himself and rarely impulsive, he acted on it by ripping his own buttoned shirt apart, and he shoved his trousers off as well before kneeling onto the bed.
His lips were already leveling at her chest, taking in one of her nipples in his mouth as he slid his hands onto her smooth thighs to part them.
He then reached down with his hand after settling in between her legs. Closing his eyes as his tongue still lavished her breast, he slowly twisted his wrist in a smooth rhythm as he stroked himself to full hardness.
He then nestled firmly, lifting his head as he aimed his cock to where her entrance is at after gliding from her clit.
His eyes trained on her intensely as she whimpered when he pushed his cock into her slowly, her walls began to stretch deliciously around him as they accommodated to his size.
Her walls were clenching, almost as if it was desperate for his cock as he reach to the hilt. He nearly shuddered at the warmth as it surrounds his girth, clenching his jaw until he was able to focus on her.
He held her gaze as he slowly pulled his cock out, and she whined in protest. He then rocked his hips, causing his cock to glide along her sex, back and forth until her fingers curled around his forearms in a silent desperation.
"Lenny," she whispered, begging. Eyes all dazedly while staring up at him.
He hushed her. "Sweet girl," he breathed. He then sink his cock back into her warmth, inhaling the aroma that was heady in the room with three scents mixed together, as if they all belonged together.
It was a rather strange feeling.
"I can't let you go," he whispered into her ear. "I refuse to." He then groaned before pressing his lips to her skin next to her ear. "He will have to accept this," he growled lowly, thrusting shallowly until she urged him to move faster and harder with a simple please.
He then withdrew from her face, his back straightened with his hands wrapped around her hips. He then set out what she wanted him to do.
His eyes drew to Thomas when he saw his brother in his peripheral vision who was already kneeling on the bed, craning his neck as his lips pressing hers.
Somehow seeing Y/N tangling her tongue with his brother made him thrusted into her harder in response.
His eyes were trained on them, hips stuttering slightly when her walls clenched on his cock. "Stop," he grounded out through his clenched teeth. He did not mind them kissing, but he didn't want to come too soon.
Thomas withdrew his lips from hers, before looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in his depths. Lenny narrowed his eyes at him, feeling uncertain as Thomas edged closer to them.
He swallowed with rapt attention when he noticed his brother maneuvered himself until his cock was pressing against her outer thigh which was quivering as she threw her head back in pleasure.
Thomas had to put his hand on her head, fingers tangling in her strands get her to put her attention on him. He noticed that Thomas tightened his grip before moving his head towards him.
"Lift up," he urged. "Just enough for me to get underneath you guys." His eyes hinted the pleasure at the sight before turning to her, "I'm going to take you..." Lenny nearly jerked his hips in surprise when he felt Thomas’ fingers grazing his scotum before he realized his brother pressed his finger onto the puckered hole of the girl under him. "There."
Somehow, Lenny nearly growled at the thought of both of them penetrating the woman who was writhing on the bed. He found himself not against the idea of sharing her body despite Thomas having her first.
She moaned when he swiveled his hips into her harshly.
He lifted her body easily as her body became pliant, he was still thrusting into her shallower until he felt Thomas’ knees pressing against his arms.
He took that as a sign when he noticed his brother’s hands wrapped around her hips,
Lenny was fortunate that her bed wasn't elevated where he couldn't fuck her properly.
Her eyes squeezed tightly when she felt the head of Thomas’ cock nudging against the ring of muscle, it felt a bit slick then she realized he had coated his dick with his spit to help ease it in her.
"Fuck," Thomas breathed. Muscles tightened in his jaw before it softened. He reached around and grabbed her jaw towards him. He then craned his neck to leave a wet trail from her jaw to her cheek with his tongue. Lavishing her skin, he whispered how beautiful she was with him and his brother fucking her at the same time.
She moaned at his words, quivering before she gasped when one of Thomas’ hands cupped her breast while his other hand was on her hip. Squeezing one breast until the nipple became puckered, and Lenny craned his neck down to capture the pebbled nipple into his mouth, purring slightly as he sucked the skin.
"Don't you like the idea of using her like this every day for the rest of our lives?" Thomas breathed as he thrusted into her beneath them.
"The rest of our lives will be interesting, imagine what would people say when they find out." He murmured into her skin, but loud enough for Thomas to hear.
"Ah, how could I forget." He heard Thomas grunting as his thrusts progressively increased. "You're a stickler for rules."
He hummed, “only some of them.” Inhaling sharply when her fingers dug into his skin of his back.
Thomas continued, "imagine being able to do this with her every day. Fucking her as we please, filling both of her holes with our cocks, and one day...she'll have a child that'll look like us."
He shuddered, the idea of her stomach swelling with a child especially with the one who looks exactly like them sans minor differences like the haircuts.
The image had him thrusting heavily, skin slapping against her thighs as the sound echoed in the room along with their breathings and pants.
"I got you both," Thomas assured them, grunting slightly, already pressing his fingers against her clit, circling it causing her to whine loudly from the sensation.
"Don't stop," she begged as her legs started to quiver.
Thomas hummed as he continuously thrusted into her, groaning when the ring of muscle of hers tightened around his cock.
She released a loud moan as she chased the high until it washed over her in powerful waves.
From her body's response, the walls pulsated around Lenny’s cock causing him to relapse in pleasure. He felt himself emptying into her as he continued to thrust into her worn out body until the last drop was spilled then he slowed down, slumping over her. His cock was still nestled into her as he lifted himself on his arms, so was Thomas’.
"You are mine," he warned her, staring down at her with a possessive glint in his depths. He saw her shifting when they heard Thomas who was still underneath them releasing a low growl. Lenny’s eyes shifted to him before trailing his gaze back to hers, "and his." He conceded, "but no one else."
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i need a moodboard for lenny with the girl next door🥹
I have it right here 💕
“ From my hands I could give you something that I made
From my mouth I could sing you another brick that I laid
From my body (from my body) I could show you (I could show you)”
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The Runway- Part 5
Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphy Anna’s movie)
A/N I walked around this chapter for so long, I wasn’t sure if it should take this direction at this stage, but rewriting it would take me a few more days and I don’t want to delay it anymore so, I hope you like this! 🥰
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“It’s fine, really I don’t care if I don’t close this runway.” Y/N tried to resonate with Lenny, he was pacing around like a animal in a cage.
“He knew, Richardson knew what he was doing.” Lenny was fuming.
Y/N shook her head, he was always trying to confront her with Anna and this was his best chance, at the most important runway show of the season. “Lenny it’s one runway, I’m not fighting with my sister over this.”
“We’re talking about the most important show, Y/N.” He sighed frustrated. “I can’t sit and do nothing.”
“I don’t care about taking he runway at all, to be honest… this is not like we’re finding those girls remember? That’s something that really matters.”
Suddenly Lenny had a better plan, he knew Anna would be atending a meet and greet with some fans and an after party at the end of the runway.
“You know what? You’re right, let’s go.” He took his tie and the jacket of his suit and called the security team to start moving.
But she knew he wasn’t done with it, just by looking at him typing on his phone as they were driven to the venue, she knew Lenny wouldn’t let this go.
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Make up artists, stylists, models, everyone were shocked to learn the last minute changes regarding to Anna closing the runway instead of Y/N. But she kept a professional environment and mentioned her agent would release an statement.
She didn’t know how her ex manager landed that deal or if Anna was involved at all, but honestly she didn’t care about it.
“I’m truly sorry darling.” Donatella apologized before the fashion show started.
“It’s alright.”
“This was beyond my control… but let me make it up to you, how about we finally start working on that handbags project you wanted?”
Lenny saw the way Y/N’s eyes sparkled at the proposal.
“Meet me in my villa next week, stay for the weekend and we can have a chat.”
As Y/N thanked her, the fashion designer gave her shoulders a squeeze and left to make sure the show was perfect.
She could be the one opening or closing the runway, it simply didn’t matter, Lenny realized that as the photographers went crazy when Y/N stepped ready to take over. And it didn’t matter because it was her who owned the runway, he didn’t know how to put it into words, but she could be walking with a potatoes sack and still look fabulous.
“You thought you could just take them away from me and I’d watch you? No, I got a front row ticket and Anna is filling my pockets.” Richardson whispered in a mischievous tone.
“Congratulations man.” Lenny offered him his hand. Using his skills to charm the other agent. “You won this battle. How are you celebrating?”
“Chateau… private booth, you should join me and my pals.”
Richardson offered him a card with his name on it and a pass.
“Count me in.” Lenny held the straight face until the bastard was out of his sight.
That’s when he started moving to meet Y/N backstage. “You were great. The best like always.” He tried to cheer her up.
“Thanks, I can’t wait to head home.” Deep down he knew she was disappointed, but for a different reason, she was hurt.
“I think I might have something, there’s an after party at a club, Anna’s attending and you should come.”
“I’m really tired, would you mind if I skip it?” Y/N was done with her belongings, with all of this.
Lenny shook his head. “Of course not, I’m asking the driver to take you to the hotel, see you later?” He was torn between comforting her and going to the club.
“Sure.” Y/N turned around to press her lips into Lenny’s, it was a short kiss, but it was enough for Anna to see as she opened the door without knocking, she slowly closed it before her sister and manager pulled apart.
She knocked innocently, as if she didn’t see anything. “Y/N are you there?”
Taking a step back, Y/N pretended to fix her hair in the opposite corner. “Come in.”
Anna smiled looking between the pair. “Just wanted to check if you’re coming to the party?”
“Sorry, no… I’m heading back to the hotel. Want to have some rest, I’ve a headache.” She lied making a big effort to put a smile on her face.
“That sucks, feel better sis.” Anna said without showing an ounce of actually giving a damn about Y/N.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the after party you organized?” Lenny asked looking annoyed at the model.
“Because I told you that as soon as the Fashion Week was over, you’d no longer be my agent, right now our contract is over so… officially I don’t have to tell you anything I do.” Anna gave him a defiant look.
“Anna.” Y/N called in a warning tone. “Lenny is only trying to help us.”
“Us? I think he’s been helping you more than anything.” Anna gave her sister a look up and down.
Frowning, Y/N asked her what she meant.
“Oh, I thought you might know more about that than me.” Anna clapped and she looked from Lenny to her sister once more, making a triumphant face.
As Anna left the dressing room, Lenny kept his eyes on Y/N, watching her frustration becoming more evident by the minute.
“Just ignore her, Y/N she’s trying to piss you off, like every single sister in the world.”
“You say it like you know about it.”
Lenny chuckled and the sound was enough to get Y/N’s attention. “I actually do, I’ve a sister, she’s older than me.”
Her face changed completely, it was so strange from him to open up about anything, let alone something so personal.
“You’re lying.”
But Lenny shook his head in a soft motion.
“She’s the most annoying sister ever, but I love her to death… maybe one day you could meet her?”
Y/N softened her expression, a smile started growing on her lips. “I’d love to!”
“Gimme a minute, okay?” Lenny gave her a gentle squeeze and rushed out from the dressing room.
Despite the brief smile, Lenny could see the sadness in her eyes, and it was tearing him apart. He walked past a dozen of models changing their clothes, assistants hanging the dresses, cleaning up the make up stations.
Close to the exit, there she was, the woman he had been looking for. She listened intensely at the question the reporter was making and answered immediately, praising the runway, the collection and the opportunity to close successfully one more fashion show. They laughed at something she mentioned and then her eyes landed on him.
One look and she was calling out for the night. Thanking the reporters, she walked towards Lenny.
“Mr. Miller, this way please.” She lead the way to a dressing room that was adequated as a small office.
“How can I help you?” Donatella asked, giving him her undivided attention.
“About your offer to Y/N….” Lenny crossed his arms against his chest. “She’s going through a hard time right now, I was wondering if I could ask you about the Villa , if Y/N could stay there for a few days.”
“Yes, absolutely. My assistant will give you the code to enter the property, she’ll make sure there’s everything she needs. I just have to ask you for a favor, Mr. Miller.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t leave her alone. I can tell how much she looks up to you. You really care about Y/N.” Donatella stated.
Lenny didn’t even try to hide it.
“I do, ma’am.”
“Good.”
“I’ll send over something for you too then. Ciao.”
“Ready? The driver is waiting for you.” Lenny stepped in Y/N’s dressing room.
“I don’t want to deal with the reporters tonight, I can’t.” Y/N shook her head.
“Hey just get comfortable, have some rest and I’ll try to get there as soon as I can.” Lenny caressed Y/N’s face. “I’ll take care of that and the club.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I might find something tonight.”
She felt her heart skip a beat, would it lead to something related to Anna?
Pressing his lips against hers, Lenny stepped out of her car and watched it drive away.
Lenny pretended to drink from his glass, his eyes scanning the club, looking for something out of place, instinct on alert.
This wasn’t part of the official investigation, with the amount of experience he had accumulated over the years he knew when to follow his gut at this point of his life.
“Hey man,” the bartender motioned Lenny to get closer, “you’re new around right?”
“Yeah, just stoping by to have a blast.” He tried to play it cool.
The bartender looked at his shoes and watch, no ring on his left hand.
“A couple of fellas recommended this place for its variety.”
“Yeah there’s a lot, listen we’ve some off the menu specials if you know what I mean.” He talked over the music, Lenny knew he was in the right place.
“That’s exactly what I’m looking for.” He cocked a smile.
“Right, just take a look around, let me know and head upstairs for the private rooms. Tell them Anto sent you.”
“Anto?” Lenny rubbed his chin.
“Antonio.”
“Anyone huh?”
Anto started cleaning the counter. “Yeah if they aren’t drunk enough we’ll deal with it.”
“Oh, I definitely appreciate that.” Lenny slipped a bill under his glass and patted Anto on the shoulder. “I guess there’s just premium quality?”
“That’s about right, specially tonight it’s a private event and girls come from different places. They only let in A type.”
Lenny looked at the man with a frown. “Not following.”
“A type are elite girls, international students, 10/10, tourists.”
“It’s going to be hard to pick just one.” Lenny continued with the talk, feeling disgusted.
“You can come back tomorrow, there will be different merchandise.”
Lenny leaned forward with interest.
“Should I get a VIP card then? What if I want let’s say… two for the night?”
“You look like the kind of client this club wants, I can arrange that for you. Get a bargain before they’re shipped away.”
Just as he was about to ask something else, someone caught his eye.
“What about her?” He pointed at Anna, testing the waters.
“Oh no, not her… you don’t want that kind of trouble.” Anto stated.
Swallowing, Lenny looked at his glass.
“Is she that wild?”
“You don’t know her?!” Anto was shocked. “Top model, she’s the boss’s woman, out of everybody’s league.”
“Haven’t seen her.” He lied and shook his head. So the boss is around? Lenny wondered. “Anyways let me take a look and I’ll let you know.”
From afar his eyes followed Anna, she was smiling and posing for pictures with anyone who asked her, dancing to the beat of the music and drinking.
In the opposite corner he pointed at Anto, the barman talked to someone on a radio and he was approached by a waiter almost immediately.
“The girl with the orange dress.” He whispered, she was hard to miss and he could bet his life she was underage, but wearing that kind of clothes and heavy make up, she easily passed for someone older.
Lenny wasn’t prepared for what happened then, someone tapped Anna on the shoulder, said something in her ear and minutes later she was moving from to group, smiling at everyone, after chatting for an instant with some girls, she approached the girl with the orange dress, as they were having a chat, a waiter put a few drops of something in her drink while she was distracted.
She was definitely involved, now he just needed to catch her.
But he wasn’t allowed to see more as he was guided upstairs to a private room, it was small and he could tell the bad smell was disguised with some strong scent.
“You’ve to pay in advance.” The guard informed him, Lenny didn’t back down he was trying to intimidate him.
“What if I’m not pleased with the merchandise?”
“Oh you can ask for a refund.” The guard spatted with sarcasm.
“Do you know how to have a joke?”
But before the guard could answer Lenny, the girl arrived escorted by a waiter, she could hardly stand by herself, she was holding her head, it was evident she felt dizzy.
“Do you think we could be the nexts to have her? Before they ship her overseas?” Lenny heard the waiter say. His head was pounding, he wanted to punch someone, something.
“Oh I was planning to have a little fun before they take her.” The guard replied and Lenny felt like his stomach was turning inside of him.
Of course he wouldn’t abuse this girl, he wanted to find a way to save her.
He helped her to throw up in the bin, in an attempt to get the drugs out of her system, but he didn’t have any meds or backup help.
I can’t sleep, are you still in the club?- Y/N texted him.
Yes! Come over, meet me at the back door. SOS. - He replied.
The only way out was to have some kind of incident. Something that would make them all look the other way. So he opened the door and taking the chance because no one was around, he pulled the fire alarms. As the place was filled with panic over the noise and the sprinklers started spreading water around, he was able to carry the girl outside the room.
Another waiter found him midway and was about to ask for help as Lenny was holding the girl in his arms, but he was faster and punched him right in the face, then he knocked his head against the wall to leave him unconscious.
As everything turned into chaos inside the club and people tried to leave, Lenny managed to make it to the back door, his heart was pounding, he was driven by an adrenaline rush as he heard vehicles approaching, screeching tires against the pavement, he moved quickly to hide behind a dumpster, the girl hanging from his shoulder groaned. The smell was terrible, but moving right now would be a stupid thing to do as four black SUV parked and he witnessed how Anna was escorted to the first vehicle, she was followed by a man he couldn’t recognize and then the SUV sped up to disappear in seconds.
Peeking out, Lenny then saw six girls being pushed inside. In seconds they were gone.
“Adam,” Lenny whispered on the phone, “follow a black SUV and track the vehicle number.” He asked and repeated the number.
“Boss b-” Adam started. Lenny knew he wasn’t following the plan structure, but sometimes you have to take another route.
“Just do it Adam.”
After hanging up, the screen on his phone showed and incoming call from Y/N.
“I’m close, but there’s a lot of traffic.”
“Meet me in the back of the building, you can take a turn in the next block.” He instructed as he saw her location on his phone.
“But it’s in the opposite direction.” Y/N replied.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll wave off the ticket.”
“Marcus can you take your right?”
Lenny gasped in shock.
“Why are you with your driver Y/N?”
“Because,” Y/N groaned, she was a little but embarrassed to admit it out loud. How could she explain him that she didn’t know how to drive? It was embarrassing.
Soon Lenny was in her eyesight. But he wasn’t alone.
“He better keep his mouth shut.” Lenny gave the driver a side eye look, it was more like a warning look. “Marcus help me with the lady please.”
“What happened?” Y/N asked in shock as she saw the pale girl, Lenny’s clothes and hair were wet.
“It’s a long story.” Lenny admitted, trying to think of how much he should share with Y/N.
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GRADUATION GIFT
Pairing - Lenny Miller x fem!reader
Summary - You despise your mother and are awaiting the day you can finally be free from her. However, she’s met her so called soulmate who can’t seem to take his eyes off of you.
Warnings - noncon, implying of drugging, brief infidelity, p in v, parental issues, spanking, daddy kink, breeding kink.
Word count - 2k+
Notes - On a roll right now. Definitely wrote this during the course of 6 alcoholic beverages so I apologise.
The Honda Civic rolled up your driveway, you breathed out, your head swayed gently, bloodstream full of alcohol. There was no other way to celebrate graduating high school than by getting plastered at a house party. Despite your intoxicated state, you couldn’t help but to dread the sight of your home. You should have left early with your friends and crashed at theirs.
Only a couple of more months. Until you’re free from your egocentric, victimizing, alcoholic mother. The woman you despise, the creature that drove your father away from your life. You hated her more than everything. She had cheated on your dad for years and when he finally broke she blamed him for everything.
He fell in love with another and got her pregnant. Your father chose them over you and your overbearing mother. The sad reality was that you couldn’t blame him. But you’ll never understand why he didn’t take you with him.
You stumbled inside, not really caring if your ruckus woke anyone up. A fresh bottle of water was pulled from the fridge as you sculled down as much as your stomach would allow you. As you walked back into the hallway, your direction pointed to the staircase, you heard a clear of the throat.
When your eyes landed on him, you lightly gasped. He sat on the cream chesterfield armchair, his legs spread wide open. Minus the jacket, he was still in his suit from yesterday. It was past two in the morning, why the fuck was your so-called step-dad awake? Those blue orbs stared your exposed skin up and down as his hand combed through his wavy brunette hair. You tugged down at your mini dress to cover yourself, but it was pointless.
Behind his charm, Lenny was creepy. You had picked up on that instantly by the way he stared at you when you accidentally opened the door for him. It was their first date and your mother had plenty of those. However, he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you, even when your mother rushed to the door.
When your mother announced they were going on a second date, you were surprised. Now those, she didn’t have many of. The shocked expression that plastered your face was unhideable when she announced that they were officially together. She even had the audacity to tell you to call him dad. Because he would like that.
You fell victim to his lingering eyes during all of your brief encounters. There weren't enough excuses to get out of the house whenever he was over. Lenny spoke to you confidently and condescendingly. To which he didn’t fail to drop a carnal comment in each conversation which went unnoticed by your mother if she was in attendance.
You felt like your mother, making it all about yourself. But you wouldn’t dare to say anything, what else would it be besides you trying to pray horrible things upon her. They were perfect for each other, they were both fucked and the sooner you were out the better.
“Lenny, you’re up late” you shuddered, standing awkwardly as his hawk eyes stalked you.
There was a glass of whiskey in his hand as he swayed the liquid carelessly. You focused your sight on the glass, waiting for it to spill onto the carpet.
“You had upset your mother extremely” he said, his tone dripping of disappointment.
The moment in discussion was earlier yesterday during your graduation ceremony. She didn’t even want to be in attendance. But Lenny convinced her otherwise to go, with him accompanying her to the event, she was already a few mimosas in despite it being a midday ceremony. Afterwards, she didn’t suggest, she ordered that you’d go out for a family dinner to celebrate.
When you stated that you had other plans, it ended up being a cat fight on the ride home between you and your mother. You didn’t notice Lenny’s knuckles turn white around the steering wheel as he stayed quiet between your shouting match.
“Well, it’s my life” you shrugged your shoulders at him.
Who did he think he was anyways? You didn’t give a fuck that he was a retired CIA agent. If anything, he should fucking arrest your mum for being a failure in life.
Lenny didn’t take his eyes off of you as he finished his drink. He breathed in, dramatically raising his chest as he stood up. Your throat tightened as he stepped towards you, you stepped back just as quick.
“Well” he mocked your tone. “You know what I think?” He asked, his jaw clenched.
“What?” you squeaked as he placed the tumbler on the coffee table and headed straight towards you.
Your body pressed back into the plaster wall as he trapped you in with both forearms resting on the wall right next to either side of your face. He breathed deeply as he considered his choice of words.
“I think your father failed at discipling you as a child. Left you to be nothing more than a fucking brat leeching off of her mother’s funds” he hissed, his lower body flexed up against yours.
Your eyes widened at his words, the fire inside of you was brewing however you couldn’t help but to be intensely frightened by this new, menacing side of him. There were little options that would end up in your benefit. “Mum!” you panicked, sure she was a drunk but her self-importance would never fucking allow this.
Lenny pouted to you sarcastically as you stood frozen, his lips slowly crept to your ear. “Oh, your mother was a crying mess. I had to give her something to help her sleep, she was so overwhelmed. I promised her I’d wait up for you, to make sure you got home safe. Even told her I’d try to talk some sense into you. But between me and you? Sometimes talking doesn’t work, other methods have to be used” he ended up whispering, slowly, suspensefully, seductively.
Your hands shot up to his chest as you tried to push him away. “What the fuck are you going on about” you whimpered pathetically, desperately trying to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.
Lenny looked you dead in the eye. “Daddy needs to teach his baby girl a lesson” he stated with a confident nod.
“Mum!” you shrieked, your voice cracking in the process. You were freaking the hell out by this point as his hands moved down to grip onto your hips.
“It’s pointless, she’ll be out all night. But don’t let that stop you from screaming” he grinned as he yanked you away from the wall by your hips.
The first instinct was to run, but Lenny reacted quickly, his hand wrapped around your hair as he yanked you towards the chesterfield armchair. You sobbed out as he post-hasted you over his knee with him sitting comfortably on the seat.
“You’re such a bad girl. I noticed that the moment I saw you” he brought to light, this wicked smirk on his lips as he pulled up your dress, exposing your bare ass. His fingers traced over your cheap thong as you were whining against him, your body squirming around like a worm. “However, your mother outta be more thankful of you” he voiced, which caused your eyebrows to scrunch. “I never intended on a second date until I saw you” his confession caused you to sob heavily.
It was true, your mother was just going to be a easy fuck. But when he saw you, he knew that he had to have you. From there, his obsession only grew larger by each encounter. You didn’t know how badly he wanted you, needed you. Your bratty behavior only urged his primal needs harder. Your parents failed to control you, only he would be able to put you back in order.
“Lenny- Please!” you squealed out as he harshly smacked your rear.
“Correct my title” he ordered through a snarl.
“Daddy please!” You cried out, completely humiliated as you laid limply over his knee.
“Good girl” he praised as he smacked you again.
Over and over again he spanked you, you’d squirm here and there as you tried to take it like a good girl. Mentally, you were begging for it to be over and done with. The sooner it was done, the quicker you’d be able to pack up and run for the hills.
“I’ve wanted to teach you your place for so long” he groaned, his cock twitching at the redness of your cheeks. You sobbed silently as he admired you. “You know” he spoke softly as his hand gently caressed your burning skin. “Your mother told me how you always blamed her. But in reality, if your father wanted to take you with him, he would have. But clearly you were as much of a burden to him as your mother was” Lenny asserted emotionlessly. He knew nothing.
You thrashed your body underneath his hold. Lenny laughed as you were blubbering out, desperately trying to break free. He forcefully spanked you again to put your distraught movements to a stop.
“Don’t worry, daddy wants to take care of you” he promised you condescendingly as he pulled your body up onto his.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you shuddered. The tent in his pants pressed up against your covered core and your skin trembled. Lenny kissed your flustered cheek, and then the other. The way he was praising your beauty made you feel sick to your stomach. Your stomach turned when you felt his body shift underneath you as his hands undid his belt.
“I’ve seen the way you look at me, you want this” he groaned as he stroked his hard length, the tip poking at your hidden pussy.
You mewled in response, there was no point in arguing with this barbarian. His fingers pushed your thong to the side to allow his tip to rest at your entrance. The irony was how dripping your cunt was despite how terrified you were.
As his thick cock slowly slid inside of your canal, he grunted at the sensation of you. You whined against his size as you pressed your face into the fabric of the chair. Roughly, Lenny picked up his pace, his fingertips dug deep into the flesh of your thighs.
“So, you wanna run off to college huh? Leave your mother’s home childless?” Lenny gritted his teeth.
“Yes daddy” you confessed shamefully.
Lenny grinned at your easy submission. His hands felt up your skin that he had so desperately wanted. You were moaning around his size, your eyes squeezed shut to hide how they were rolling back.
“You know, I never gave you your graduation present” Lenny smiled innocently. You didn’t know how to take it. “Oh how it would be a shame if her whore of a daughter got herself pregnant” he grunted, roughly holding your hips in place. The realization flashed before your eyes as you tried to push yourself off of him, but he kept you locked up on top of him.
“Daddy, no! Please!” You begged, crying like a baby on top of him as he continued to pound his length deep inside of you.
“Yep, a shame it would be. She’d have to stay home. Depend on her new daddy to look after her” he concluded the thought that would soon become your reality.
“Daddy please no, no, no” you continued, but it was all pointless. Lenny had already made up his mind long ago. Lenny gripped onto your cheeks and forced you to look at him.
“Yeah. Gonna fill you up, trap you with my child. Couldn’t fuck a baby into your mother even if I wanted to. You’re at the perfect age for breeding. Got the perfect body and what not. It won’t be hard to convince your mum that you’re just a fucking slut like she is” Lenny smiled to you, his sinsiter expression made him look like a complete different man. “Don’t worry, she won’t stay in the picture for much longer” he consoled, continuing to smack his balls against your outer skin as you felt your orgasm build up rapidly.
But she was the least of your concerns now.
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Warehouse
pairing: Lenny Miller x (spy)Reader
Summary: Sneaking in went wrong, now you have to face him.
Genre: Enemies to lovers (kinda), fluff
Word count: 2.3k
Note: Bought new vinyls and one of the songs inspired me to write something like this so enjoy !!
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Simple. Sneak inside the warehouse, take the goods, and leave. Easy.
Being a spy had its perks, being able to sneak behind people's backs and seize them when in need of money or simply you were bored.
Also, you get to know about everyone's deepest darkest secrets, you loved to gossip back in the day.
Oh, right. Back to sneaking in. You roamed around for an open window. Shit, of course, they wouldn't leave any, this was the CIA for fucks sake! You had no other option but to forcefully make your way inside. You climbed up a rusty ladder, god bless your gloves because these steps could give you many diseases that have probably never been seen since the 1500s, that's how dusty this place was.
Just as you were about to break the window, you saw movement from the inside, making you freeze instantly. You crouched -it wasn't the best idea to crouch on some rusty ladder- instantly resulting in your back-hurting fall, making a loud thud noise alongside. You saw the figure open the window and look down. Fuck, busted. Quickly gathering your bag, you stood up, getting ready to run when you heard a click. Too late to run, you put your arms up, staying still as you heard someone walk down the same ladder you fell. Humiliating.
"Turn around." What a voice, definitely heard it somewhere though- You turned around to face the man. Shock quickly spreads to your eyes from your facial muscles. REALLY? HIM??? Standing right in front of you at this very moment was the man you considered your mortal enemy.
"Look who it is, Mr. Miller…missed me?" This came out more sarcastically than you intended but oh well. "Still at your little antics? How many times do I have to tell you to quit fucking around before some of my men shoot you like a deer in the hunting season?" Rude. Rolling your eyes seemed to only make him more furious as he stepped closer to you, spitting harsh words towards your way. Honestly, it was kind of funny to see him be so worked up over some woman trying to work!!!
"Why should I listen to someone who is trying to get me killed with every cell in his body?"
"kill you?!- I- I'm trying to protect you, idiot!!" He trashed around as you stared at him with wide eyes.
"What did you just say?-"
"Can't you see I'm trying to make you stay out of trouble so you don't get fucking killed?!!!"
"But why…?"
"Because I care about people I love."
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