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Don’t send sexually explicit messages to blogs that don’t clearly state they’re okay with that 👍

Even if they post sexual things. That isn’t consent for you to send them sexual messages.

Just don’t fucking do it.

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For Those Who Made It - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You and Tim go to Disney World for your anniversary. He gives you a terrible sex toy to bring, which of course, you fully intend to use.

Notes: Hey! Lmao so don’t do this! Obviously. There’s kids sitting right next to you!! There’s cameras!! Woohooing in Disney World is fun for nobody! Except you. In this fic. 😉

Disney World was supposed to be a fun, happy place, to say hi to Mickey Mouse, pick up some hitchhiking ghosts, and generally indulge in child-like innocence. Of course, Tim chooses a fitting gift for your two year anniversary based on the upcoming couples trip you’re about to embark on.

“Remote control vibrating panties?” you deadpan, looking up from the package. He raises both eyebrows with a cheeky grin, and you huff.

“Don’t give me that cute little smile, where do you expect me to wear this?!”

“Where else?” your husband continues to smirk, and taps the calendar’s 8th day mark. You duck your head, and can’t help but giggle into your arm. Of fucking course he would do this.

“I am not wearing vibrating panties in Disney World, Simon.”

He pops his head back around the corner of the kitchen, tossing a macaroon in his mouth. “Ooh, fuck. You’ve used my middle name, I must be in for it.”

“Come here you idiot,” you roll your eyes, and he stuffs another cookie in his mouth before warily tip toeing over to you. You wait for him to sit down, then loop your arms around him, getting in his lap. His brow furrows, looking down your body and placing his hands on your hips, and you rest your forehead against his.

“You want me to wear them so you can turn me on whenever you want, hm?”

He smirks. “Mhmm.”

“You wanna see me squirm, look at you with those eyes that just beg you to take me back to the hotel room and fuck the living shit out of me.”

He starts to get hard under you, you can feel it, and you shift against his bulge.

“That what you want, baby? You want to fuck me? You wanna know I’m so wet, just fucking dripping thinking of you, cause you keep turning the dial up, and up, and up, until I just can’t take it anymore, I have to have you?”

He can’t do anything but nod, and you stroke the beginnings of stubble on his chin.

“Well you’re out of luck, because I refuse to wear them. If anyone got a picture of what we’re doing, the headlines would be something along the lines of "Closet exhibitionists: What REALLY goes on in the Roth family!”

“Or if we’re real lucky, we’ll get a spot in "Defiling Disney: Twenty celebs who just couldn’t wait,” he wiggles those damn eyebrows. You get up, leaving him wanting, and saunter toward the bedroom. He stands up.

“If you wear them, I’ll personally talk to Town Hall and get us a tour of the top room in Cinderella’s castle.”

You gasp softly, and stop in your tracks. You had always dreamed of touring that little room, ever since you were a kid… you’d forgotten what perks come with being married to an actor. You swing back around.

“You’re devious.”

“I’m sweet as every one of those mickey rice krispies you’re gonna devour.”

You bury your face in his shoulder, laughing. “Yes. Fine. You have a deal.”

He winks. “Like you’re not going to enjoy every minute of it.”

You roll your eyes again… you know you will, but you’re a little nervous. Tim has a deadly mischievous side.

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Tim holds your hand as the two of you make your way slowly down Main Street, USA, not a care in the world. It’s your first day, and it’s been amazing so far. You two had dropped into the first shop you saw to grab ears, and you had selected a cute blue polka dot headband with a daisy, while Tim chose an outrageous Donald duck ear hat. He always liked Donald Duck best, he said.

The sun beats down on you two, threatening to melt your second Mickey ice cream pop of the day. Tim catches a bit of chocolate on his thumb, and licks it up. You admire his tattooed biceps, and look up to where he’s wearing a Mickey hat and sunglasses, to not be recognized.

“You look hot.”

“I feel hot,” he wipes his face. “Bloody 86 degrees today.”

You offer him some of your ice cream, and he leans over, taking a bite. You two keep walking.

“So, enough of me complaining. You look adorable, I look adorable, we’re set in that department. Where to first?” he asks. You take another lick of your ice cream, and he watches your tongue swipe over the white cream intently, licking his own lips.

“I think we should do something wet.”

“Funny you should mention wet,” Tim comments, and turns up the dial he’s got in his pocket. Surprised, you let out something between a yelp and a moan, scaring a boy standing next to you. You recover, and swat your husband.

“You’re a shit.”

“Did I hear you say Splash Mountain?” As you two begin walking over toward Frontierland, you readjust yourself inconspicuously. You were well on your way to an orgasm by noon, you could tell.

You successfully make it to evening without coming in your panties, but it’s been tough. During Pirates, Tim thought it would be a loud enough scene while drifting through the sea battle to turn the dial up, leaving it for thirty seconds straight. You had clutched onto his knee, but he had kept your hand away from his crotch. So unfair.

Now around 7 PM, the park was getting dark, and you’d decided to head over to Hollywood Studios and do one of your favorite rides– the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror.

“Scared, love?” Tim asks you, holding you from behind, and you shake your head, holding his hands.

“I love this one. Heights are the best.”

“You’re right. I’m probably the terrified one,” he whispers, “Guess I’ll just have to… distract myself.” You’re brought into the small library, where the lights go out and a TV flashes on, and Rod Serling begins to address you.

“Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie town, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right.”

You and Tim hold each other in a familiar embrace, rocking gently with him placing soft kisses every so often to your temple as you watch the pre-show twilight zone “episode”, one which you’d probably memorized by now. You’re then ushered into a spooky queue, then an elevator. You and Tim sit in the back, and he winks at you before everything goes dark. Oh god. What’s he planning?

The ride’s screen opens up, and Rod’s back, telling you all you’re about to take a ride up to the twilight zone.

“You feeling good?” Tim whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip, feeling the panties begin to vibrate. You nod, whispering back:

“Yes, daddy. My pussy feels good.” He turns it up, and you bite down on your fist. The elevator car starts drifting forward through the “stars” and you lean into Tim.

“Please. Please, let me come.”

“Not yet. Not yet, darling.”

The ride locks into tracks, and you’re pulled up to the top of the hotel, where it breaks. The panties are still vibrating, and you bite back another moan. Just then, the ride drops, and the vibrations grind perfectly against your clit. You squeeze his hand.

“Please, daddy, I need it.”

“How bad?”

“So fucking bad.”

As the elevator goes up one more time, he hisses in your ear:

“Come on and come for me, you little whore.”

“Oh god,” you nearly shout as your climax hits you, and it’s not out of place as the ride plummets to the basement. During the descent, you experience the weirdest mix of euphoria and free-fall, and when you’re at the bottom, your body doesn’t know what to feel.

Tim helps you off the ride, knees shaking, and at a concerned cast member, he just shakes his head.

“Her first time.”

You feign a nod. “I’m terrified of heights!”

When you two get all the way outside and in front of it, you grab Tim, swinging your husband into a hug so you can laugh into his chest.

“Oh. My. God!”

“And Mr. Serling was right, now it’s time for me to die,” Tim laughs, and you shake your head.

“No, that felt so good.”

“What happened to Defiling Disney?”

“Fuck it. That was the craziest orgasm of my life.” He bows, and takes your hand again, swinging it as Minnie walks by and makes a heart at you two.

“So we can do the same on It’s A Small World?”

“You’d need to give me four orgasms and nipple clamps to keep me awake during that ride,” you deadpan, and Tim bursts out laughing as you get another idea. “I’ve heard the Cinderella room has a bed,” you tease, “Wanna rent it out? I need you to pound my wet little pussy til I’m hoarse.” Tim grazes his lips against yours, slapping your ass and hoping Minnie didn’t see that behind you.

“I’ll rent it out. I didn’t become a movie star for nothing, love.”

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25th - Reservoir Dogs x Reader [Fluff]

Synopsis: You and a friend nab tickets to the 25th Anniversary screening of RD, where the original cast (who each one you happen to have a crush on) is attending. They take a liking to you.

Notes: Obviously in this, none of the guys are married, cause they’re happily married irl and we wouldn’t want to break that up for anything.

For @this-is-mysuperwholockd-design 😍💕

The anniversary screening for Reservoir Dogs was incredibly hard to get tickets for, since the cast was going to be there to watch with the audience and do a panel afterward. You’re shocked you were even able to obtain tickets for you and your friend. 

Arriving at the door, you feel your heart flutter. Reservoir Dogs is one of your favorite movies, and you have a crush on pretty much every single one of them. Your friend is in the same boat, freaking out beside you. 

“We’re gonna get to see Michael,” she hisses, fanning herself, “And Harvey! And Tim, ohmygod!" 

"I know, they’re all gonna be right there,” you squeal. 

Quickly going over to the lady at the desk who would process the tickets, you take them out and hand them over. She types the seat numbers in, and frowns.

“Oh, no…” she whispers. Your heart sinks. 

“Oh no?” you bite your lip. Your friend also looks crestfallen. 

“Your seats were overbooked. I’m really sorry." 

You and your friend look at each other, absolutely crushed. "That’s… fine,” you start to say, but the lady, feeling terribly guilty, holds a finger up. 

“Hold on girls, I’ll see what I can do. I don’t have much power, but I can pull a few strings hopefully." 

She dashes out behind the desk, and goes to speak with somebody who looks like her manager. The manager comes over to the desk, types something into the computer, and nods. She takes her seat again with a smile. 

"Strings have been pulled, and I got you some free seats up near the front, no charge. Some members of the media who booked them haven’t showed up, so you can sit there!" 

Again, you and your friend try to contain your excitement as she hands you the tickets. You two weave your way through the crowd, checking for seat numbers.

"Holy shit,” you whisper, “These aren’t just further up… these are front and centre!" 

Your friend does a little happy dance, and you take your seats. The lights go down, and you look over. You can’t help but notice that 5 seats beside you are empty… you guess not a lot of the press that signed up arrived on time. 

"Hello everyone and Welcome to our 25th anniversary celebration of the awesome cult classic Reservoir Dogs!” the commentator grins. Everyone cheers. “Please help me in welcoming our special guests for this evening of cinema– our Mr. White, Harvey Keitel, Mr. Orange, Tim Roth, Mr. Pink, Steve Buscemi, the devious Mr. Blonde, Michael Madsen, and the man behind it all, Mr. Quentin Tarantino!" 

The men all come out on the stage, and you and your friend go wild. They look even better in person. 

"It’s great to be here,” Michael says into a mic he’s given.

“Wow, 25 years?” Tim asks, “We’re old buggers." 

Everyone laughs, and Steve steps up. "I’m actually quite nervous, eh… to see myself." 

"Why? You did a great job,” Quentin grins, “Better than I would’ve. Glad Laurence talked me outta taking that role." 

"Yeah, I am too,” Steve smiles, and the audience laughs again. 

“Well, why don’t we throw it on then?” the commentator says, and looks to Tarantino. “You wanna set it up?" 

Quentin looks out to the audience, and shrugs. "I don’t really think this movie needs setting up, do you guys?” He laughs when everyone says no, and then points at the screen as the movie is started. 

As it starts in the breakfast scene with all the young versions of themselves, and while Quentin talks everyone’s ear off about dicks, the five guys come down off the stage, walking in front of you. Then your heart stops. They’re sitting in those empty seats next to you. It’s surreal– you’re watching one of your favorite movies, with all the sexy actors you love right beside you. 

After the movie’s finished, the guys turn to each other next to you.

“We were so young, huh?” Harvey asks, chuckling.

“Yeah, and we looked so damn good,” Michael laughs too.

You look over. “You still do.”

All of them turn to you, and start to smile. “Well thanks, that’s sweet of you to say,” Steve nods.

“I’m not just saying it, you know,” you quirk an eyebrow. “You guys got even better with age, if you ask me. Silver foxes are sexier anyway.”

“I like you,” Tim narrows his eyes.

“Can we keep you around for moral support?” Michael laughs.

“You can keep me for tonight, if you’d like.”

Tim does a double take, and leans into Harvey. “Do you think she’s just press, trying to find an in, mate?”

“Definitely press,” Harvey mutters.

“I’m not from the press,” you reassure, “We just got these seats on a fluke. Out other seats were given away.”

“Well, hell. I’m glad you got these ones,” Michael says, smirking. His eyes roam down, and you blush.

“I guess you like ‘em older,” Steve muses.

“You guess correctly,” you smile.

“Alright then, obviously, this could be a pretty good night, so I’m gonna be the 'fuckin professional’ here, and say…” Steve holds his breath. “Join us for drinks?”

“Hell yeah,” Tim murmurs, “We’re bringing the cute girl for drinks.”

Quentin suddenly joins everyone from the stage. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“We’re bringing this one and her friend for drinks,” Harvey smirks at you, winking, and your knees turn to jelly.

“Oh, yeah. Alright, cool, cool,” Quentin nods, and smiles at you, shaking your hand. “Hey, did you enjoy the movie babe?”

You smile. “It’s one of my favorites.”

Quentin gives you double finger guns, then everyone starts getting up to go.

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At the bar, after you and your friend had gotten over the shock of actually doing this, you all order drinks.

“Let me cover them,” Harvey offers, “Rounds’re on me.”

“Nahhh, you don’t have to do that!” Quentin protests, “You paid for my first movie to be made, alright, you don’t have to pay for my drinks now too.”

Harvey just grins. “Let me do it, you jackass, I’m trying to impress the girl.”

Steve taps his shoulder. “Uh, hate to break it to you, but I think Michael’s got the jump on ya.”

Over at the other side of the booth, you and Michael are laughing about something. He’s close to you, hand brushing your shoulder, and you’re blushing. Michael really is charming, and his aura of confidence and that bad boy vibe is making you wet… he’s the definition of a rough daddy, dressed up in a studded leather jacket.

“Not for long,” Tim says, and puts a hand on your other shoulder. Quentin turns to start talking to your friend over beers as the other drinks come as well. You turn to Tim, and he leans on the table, smiling. He’s ditched his suit from earlier and is now wearing a tight, sexy t-shirt that hugs his biceps.

“What’s your favorite color, love? You’d better say orange.” He smirks.

“Can I tell you a secret?” you giggle. “It is.”

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asks softly. His voice is so calming, and his eyes are dropping to your lips. Fuck, you want to kiss him…

“Hey,” Michael interjects, tugging your sleeve playfully, “I thought we were just discussing cowboys. You know, save a horse…?”

“Subtle,” Steve nods, taking a sip of his drink. “Very nice.”

“I think the way to a lady’s heart is treating her like a princess,” Harvey mentions, reaching across the table to take your hand. You can’t help but blush again and feel hot under Harvey’s gaze… he’s looking at you fondly, but with a deep desire that gets you even hotter. He’s gentler than the others, but you can tell nobody fucks with him. He’s got a commanding presence.

“No no, all of you are wrong,” Steve puts a finger up. “Classic is best.” He looks at you. “Look. Do you find me attractive?”

You consider this, looking at Steve in the well-tailored suit he hadn’t changed out of from earlier. “Yes.”

“Okay.” He puts his hands out in a gesture. “I find you attractive. We should sleep together.” You cross your legs, biting back a moan. Hearing Steve Buscemi say that to you does things to your body.

“That’s fucking stupid,” Michael huffs, “What’s romantic about that? There’s… there’s no element of mystery, no wooing.”

“She deserves more respect than that. She’s not a goddamn Agathe Christie novel, Mike,” Harvey chuckles, and Michael laughs too, stroking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Of course you deserve respect. But I’d, uh… I’d sure love to turn your pages, baby girl.”

“Damn. That was a good bloody line, I’ll give you that,” Tim takes a long drink. “So what’s up then, darling? Which one of us wins the jackpot? Or are you just not in the mood tonight…?” He winks, and you try not to bite your lip.

“I can’t pick one… to be honest, you all turn me on,” you smirk.

“Hear that boys?” Michael grins.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard in my life, my god,” Tim mutters, looking at you in amazement.

“This is definitely a very interesting situation,” Steve frowns, and you feel your foot up his leg under the table. He chokes on his drink a little, and blushes.

Harvey pats the filmmakers back. “We’re splitting.”

Quentin finally turns around, and balks. “All of you?! I turn around for five minutes, and the four of you fuckers organize an orgy behind my fucking back?!” Your friend, who is now very tipsy, is nearly dying of excitement for you.

“I mean,” Tim shrugs, “Would you expect any less of us?”

Quentin sighs. “Go have fun, alright, but all of you motherfuckers better make our 9AM flight tomorrow morning or none of you are getting a part in another movie of mine.”

“Come on,” Harvey smiles, ever the doter, “Let’s go back to my hotel room.”

“Why yours?” Michael grumbles. Harvey whips around.

“Because it’s got a big fuckin bed and a Jacuzzi, fuck you!”

Everyone laughs. Tim slings an arm around your neck, and Harvey puts an arm around your waist. Michael tucks a hand in your back pocket, and Steve takes your hand as you all head for the door.

You’ll have to seriously go back to thank that lady at the ticket booth for that seat switch… if you can even walk tomorrow.

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Distraction - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: To distract Tim from some thoughts during a flight, you suggest the best possible way to keep him preoccupied.

Notes: Because we all know from that bathroom scene in Captives that Tim’s a master at doing it in tight spaces 😉 gahhh I’m such a slut for Tim help

Tim’s leg bounces next you, and the back of his head hits the seat. You look over from watching The Meg on the little seat screen, and pull out an earphone.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. I can handle it.”

You frown. “Seriously, tell me.”

He waves his hand, taking a sip of ice water. “Babe, no point in me bothering you with it, ’s nothing you can do.”

“Try me.”

He rolls his eyes, and turns to you, eyes widening in frustration. “Really wanna cigarette. It’s bad this time.”

You’re used to this. Tim’s tried to quit four times since he’s been with you, even trying out those e-cigarette things, but it ultimately ends up like this. Usually a bad craving would hit, and he wouldn’t be able to resist– for better or for worse this time, the craving hit mid-flight.

“Just focus on the flight. Watch a movie!”

“Don’t want to.”

“Read a book?”

“Nah, just finished one.”

“Read another.”

He rolls his head over to give you a look, and you kiss his nose. He manages a small smile, and you look down to see how his leg is bouncing. You sigh, taking your other earbud out, leaning over him, resting your chin on his chest and smirking up at him. He looks down at you, welcoming you into his arms in confusion.

“What?”

“I’ve got an idea that could take your mind off it,” you tease, and he huffs.

“You’re not thinking of it.”

You grin, and he snickers. “Jesus, you little devil. That’s one method of distraction. Fine, go on then, you go first.”

You get up. “Meet me in five minutes.”

After five minutes, Tim shakes his head, laughs, and rises from his seat, heading down the hall. He appreciates all you do for him when he needs you– even if it is risky shit like this. He stuffs gis hands in his pockets, tying to look as casual as possible. He checks… the seatbelt sign is still off thankfully, so you’re not trapped in there. You had slid the little occupied sign over on the door so that he could knock on the right one when he came over. He walks down the aisle, and holds onto the wall as he raps lightly on the “occupied” door.

“That one’s in use,” a stewardess behind him says, and Tim turns, hiding his pained expression.

“Ah, yeah. So it is.”

He then clenches his jaw, and takes the bathroom beside yours, locking it and sitting down on the toilet seat. He reaches down to feel himself through his jeans, where he’s filling out. Just the thought of taking you in an airplane, where anyone could find you out, was enough to get him hard– he has a thing for fucking you in dangerous places, and you know it.

Tim groans softly, using the heel of his palm against his cock. Just then, he hears a moan coming from the washroom next to his, and his head falls back to hit the wall.

Fuck… His hand wraps around his bulge, shaking it slightly and squeezing. Fuck, he needs you. He needs you so bad, he’s going nuts.

“(y/n),” he whispers as he touches himself. The stewardess should be gone by now, right?

Hard on straining in his pants, Tim gets up, and opens the door, looking out. The stewardesses are both preoccupied with taking drink orders, so he hurries over to your compartment, knocking twice.

“T-Tim?” you breathe, and Tim exhales, trying to contain himself.

“It’s me, it’s me.”

The lock undoes, and he fits himself in, locking it and staring you down.

“Fuck, I’m so hard.”

“You are,” you say, and drop to your knees, unzipping him.

“Shit,” he whispers, hand finding your head, and he starts to guide you as you go to work on his cock, kitten licking the tip and teasing the vein on the side. Suddenly, the plane hits an air pocket, and you’re sent forward, deep throating him. Tim chokes, moaning as quietly as he can, and you use this position to your advantage, sucking him harder.

“Bloody brilliant… mm, darling, fuck…” Tim swears, thrusting his hips forward because he knows you can take it. His blonde hair falls forward as he watches you. “You like that, eh? You just love sucking my big cock, don’t you, filthy little slut?”

“Timmm,” you moan around him, and he strokes your cheek, pulling out of your mouth breathless.

“Darling, oh god, (y/n),” he says, “Let me fuck you. Let daddy fuck you, gotta fuck that pussy good, yea?” You nod, and Tim lifts you up, parting your legs and burying his hard cock in your dripping pussy, starting to fuck you against the wall.

“Yeah… oh, look at this…” he grunts, lips trailing your neck as he reaches down to play with your clit, just how he knows you like. Your own lips fall open as you feel your orgasm fast approach.

“Tim, babe,” you whine, and he kisses you, holding your lips to his as you both make out, lips and teeth clashing as Tim’s hips never stop, pushing you, pushing, so close–

A knock on the door. “Excuse me?”

“Fuck off, not now,” Tim mutters, hair sticking to his face. He keeps fucking you deep, rough and fast as you hold onto him for dear life.

“Ju-uuust a min- oh! Minute,” you try to maintain a steady voice.

“I’ve been waiting out here for 15 minutes!” An elderly lady says. The plane hits another bump, and Tim’s cock pushes deeper inside of you, thrusting hard as you moan.

“Ohhhgodohgod!”

“Is everything alright in there?”

Shit.

“It’s a bloody stewardess,” Tim mumbles, groaning into your ear. He’s close, he’s so so close. His stubble tickles your neck.

“Fine!” you call, gasping, “Just lost my balance a b-bit!”

“That can happen. Be careful!”

“Thanks, now kindly let us fuck in peace,” Tim growls in whisper, and you giggle. He holds you, gasping. “I’m coming… darling, I’m coming–”

“Tim,” you moan, clenching hard around his cock, “Yeah… yeah, come in me, baby…”

Tim bites his bottom lip, salacious half lidded eyes raking your body with that sexed up look, and he comes hard, grunting your name as he blows his load. He’s breathing heavily as your toes curl behind his back, and you come too, gasping his name as quietly as you can.

As you both catch your breath, he puts his head down against your chest between your breasts and starts giggling. You giggle too, and to avoid drawing even more attention, you kiss each other to quiet down. Tim gives your chin a little stroke, and lets you down, zipping back up. You tousle your hair a little, and he opens the door, peeking out…

Right at two unimpressed stewardesses and an angry old woman.

“It’s about time,” she snaps, and Tim grimaces.

“Yeeeah, about that…”

“Is the coast clear?” You drop out of the washroom with a fake finger gun, pretending to be a secret agent, and Tim lets out a tiny, high pitched nervous-laugh.

After apologizing a billion times and slinking back to your seats blushing, Tim rubs a hand over his face.

“God, what have we just dooone?”

“Fucked on an airplane,” you shrug, “Joined the mile high club.”

“I’ve gotta say it felt better in the air,” he cocks his head, considering.

“So. Feeling better about your cravings?” you ask, threading your fingers together.

“I don’t know, darling,” he sighs, cupping your face, “Gonna be a sob and say I think I’m addicted to you.”

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Coming Home - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: You come home after a long day, one thing on your mind– your sexy older boyfriend, waiting on the couch.

Notes: I think you all can tell by now when I get in a really impulsively horny mood 🙃 Have fun with this! I did.

You hurry up the stairs, and open the door with your key, letting out a long sigh as you toss the keys on the counter. It’s been a day, but you’re glad to be home and in for the night, forgetting your boss, clients, and every little thing that distracted you from your one goal today.

“Hey, cutie.”

You turn, and see your older boyfriend Tim reclined on the couch.

“Hey,” you smirk, discarding your jacket. He’s wearing his ratty jeans, black T-shirt, and he’s leaning against the arm of the couch lazily, watching something mindless on TV.

“Do you know how good you look right now?” you lick your lips, sauntering his way. He turns the TV off, and looks your direction. His eyes are half lidded, but there’s something restless in them.

“Funny. I was about to say the same.”

You walk over, and stand in front of him. You then wiggle your hips a little, and take your shirt off, reaching back slowly to take the bra off too. You immediately have his full attention.

“And what did I do to deserve this?” he asks, eyes shamelessly ogling your breasts.

“You left me this morning,” you pout, “You had a wet dream about me, woke up hard, and didn’t even fuck me. So this is more of a personal wish fulfillment, rather than a reward.”

“I was late for work,” he protests softly, watching you rotate your hips in an inticing way, surveying you as if he wanted to fucking attack you.

“But you probably got to jerk off in the shower,” you continue to sigh, running a hand through your tousled locks. Tim suppresses a groan.

“I didn’t. It was a cold shower, I didn’t even have time to finish myself, I’ve been miserable all day.”

“So we’re both in the same boat then, huh?” you smirk deviously, crawling forward, “Both need to fuck it out?”

“You bet that pretty little arse I want to fuck it out,” Tim whispers, still staring, “But why do I have the nagging feeling you’re not gonna let me just yet?”

You hum, and reach forward, putting your hands on his thighs and squeezing the denim. He watches you as you crawl up to the couch, and bring your lips down, nudging with your nose and finally sucking around his cock, through the fabric. His legs fall open, his head rolling back.

“Fuck, love,” he shakes his head, “That’s…” You suck in earnest, feeling him fill out his jeans, and soon, there’s a sizeable bulge tenting his crotch.

“You have no idea how much I wanna taste your cum right now,” you mumble, and Tim’s lips part, “But I have something else in mind.” You get up, and sit down on his lap, looping your arms behind his neck. Tim looks up at you, into your eyes, as you straddle him, and slowly start dragging your panties against his erection, getting him harder.

“Oh,” he whispers, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, and you continue dragging yourself against him, moaning every time you get that friction against your clit.

“I think I’m getting your jeans wet,” you giggle in his ear.

“I think I don’t give a fuck,” he growls back, rolling his hips up in a dirty grind in time with your humping. Your foreheads connect as your hot breath mingles, and your lips barely graze against one another before you finally seal yours against his in a sloppy, hot mess, all tongue and no patience. Just as you’re getting close to a shattering orgasm, Tim grabs your hips still, getting up and slinging you over the side of the couch. He then rolls your ass around in his hands, moaning your name as he admires you. He trails a finger down the wet middle of your panties, lightly stroking your pussy, and it contracts, making you shiver.

“You want this?” he humps his clothed erection against your panties, “That it? Eh? You want my cock, love, just like this, nice and dirty?”

“Fuck, Tim please!” you moan, breasts dragging against the couch. He keeps humping you until the pace picks up, his bulge dragging perfectly against your pussy and making you bite your fist.

“Don’t hold back,” he hisses, “I wanna hear you scream for me.”

“Fuck, oh god!” you shriek, beyond caring if the neighbors can hear how slutty you’re acting, “Tim, daddy, I want your big cock!”

He continues humping you, and you flip around, sitting on the edge of the couch arm and wrapping one leg behind him. He picks it up, glaring into your eyes with the focused intensity of a man who intends to fuck you until you’re rendered immobile. You two dry hump for a few seconds more, before your orgasm hits you, letting out a high pitched, slutty moan of Tim’s name. He lets out a sigh of awe, watching how beautiful you look coming, and you feel a wet spot suddenly form in the crotch of his jeans. You smirk up at him as he grunts and convulses, coming in his pants, and you reach down, unzipping him and taking his wet, softening cock out into your hand.

“Nuh uh,” you nip his ear, starting to stroke your boyfriend again, “We’re not finished yet.”

“I can see that,” he groans, “Oh, fuck…” He bites his lip. “That thing you do with your hand… drives me up the walls.” You continue, stroke, tug, twist, stroke. You then get down on your knees, and using your fist to hold it upright, you take his half hard cock into your mouth, the tip of your tongue playing with his slit.

“Mmmm,” you moan around him, and Tim seems to have lost the ability to articulate a sentence at this point. You feel him throb against your tongue, hot and heavy, and his breath comes punched out, fast.

“I’m… gonna… come…” he pants, hips beginning to piston forward. You give one last lick to the vein, and pull off his dick, standing up again and resuming your previous position.

“Then you’d better fuck me.”

He wastes no time, glowering as he grabs you by the back of the neck and slams you down into the couch, kicking your legs apart and finally, finally to the utter relief of the two of you, burying his cock inside you. You both groan, waiting a couple of seconds just to enjoy the pleasure of him stretching your wet little hole, and then he begins to move, fast slapping the only sound in your living room. His balls smack your ass as he lifts one leg up on the couch cushion for leverage, and your cries of “yes! Yes, Tim!” get even louder as his cock hits new spots inside of you you’d never discovered yourself.

“Fuck, look at you,” he grunts, “Getting fucked like a little whore, like you deserve.” His dirty, growling accent turns you on to new heights.

“I’m your perfect whore,” you moan, “Love getting fucked by you, Tim, please, harder, ah!”

He turns you around again, and pulls out a little, giving shallow thrusts as he grasps your face and drags you in for another deep, sloppy kiss. Your tongues battle in the middle, but you let Tim win of course, and you two make out rough as he gives a good thrust, sending the two of you toppling backward onto the couch and laughing.

“Fuck, I’ve broken my back,” he laughs through the kiss.

“Worry about it tomorrow. When my pussy is so wrecked neither of us will be able to get up.”

“Uff,” he gasps, and you kiss some more, your mouth opening as your pussy clenches, your second orgasm beginning to tingle. Tim’s relentless pounding causes your breasts to bounce like a jackhammer, sending you right over the edge, and you scream his name as he practically fucks the couch cushion out from under you, thrusting twice, three times, before gasping against your lips. You feel the warm spending fill you up, and grin, wrapping your legs around his back and trapping him over top of you.

“I swear, one of these days my body’s just gonna go nope, sorry! This bloke’s out of his fucking mind, and just give out on me,” Tim mumbles, and you wrap your arms around his middle, to make doubly sure he can’t leave.

“But just think… at least you will have gotten a spectacular shag out of it.”

He laughs, kissing you. “I fucking love you.”

You rotate your hips once more with him still inside you, and spank his ass with your foot. “I love you more.”

Tim attacks your neck with more kisses, and you squeal, grabbing onto his hair. The neighbor behind the wall beside you gives a good loud pound.

“Really?! Again?!”

Tim resurfaces, irritation and determination on his face– bad combo for him. His brows furrow, and he shouts:

“Hey fuck off mate, my girlfriend and I are having a go!”

“More like three!”

“More like, more than you’ll ever get, wanking to your computer screen all night!” Tim shouts back. You giggle, tugging him down and whispering for him to stop. Your laugh is infectious, and his annoyance cracks into amusement.

“Bloody tosser next door, he makes more noise than we do…”

“Tim, ohmygod!”

You both laugh, and he stays trapped between your legs, going back to slowly making out and making up for time lost that morning.

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Those Eyes (Part 2) - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Your dad’s friend Tim is invited on a family trip up to the cabin.

Notes: I loved writing the first one so much, so this one came along as well!! First part here.

The family’s going up to the cabin, and you couldn’t be more excited. Not because of visiting the cabin, per say… but because of who’s coming with you.

Realizing there was a guest bedroom and it had been a couple months since you all had visited with Tim, your dad had invited him along. Hallelujah and praise be. You and he had been looking for a way to inconspicuously get together– and you had found a way, you going over to his place instead of going out bar hopping with friends, etc..

But it always had to end after one night… now you’ve got the whole weekend with him.

Pulling on your mittens and toque, you look around at the red, orange, and yellow of the surrounding trees as you drive over to Tim’s place to pick him up. You can barely contain your excitement– in more ways than one.

“Tim’ll have to sit in the back with you,” your dad says, pulling into the driveway you’ve come to know well, “Unless you’re not that comfortable with that, then… I guess your mom could switch back there.”

“No,” you say quickly, “Like I said before, I like him. He’s… nice.”

You all look out, and Tim’s standing there by his door, backpack over his shoulder. He jogs over, making eye contact with you first before your dad gets out and hugs his friend.

“Well,” Tim gets in, “What an invitation! I’m jazzed to check out this place of yours,” he says, getting settled in the back beside you.

“Fall at the cottage is just beautiful,” your mom says, “You won’t be disappointed.”

“Yeah, and there’s lots of stuff to do,” your dad adds, turning onto the highway, “You can read, sit by the fire, watch TV, go for walks, all kinds of great stuff.”

“Oh, I’m sure I’ll find a way to pass the time,” Tim says mischievously, winking at you. You bite your lip.

You get to the cabin a little after midday, and start unpacking.

“You dropped this,” Tim says at your door, holding up a bra, and you smirk.

“Keep it.”

“Are you out of your mind?! I’ll look like a pervert, your dad’s gonna kill me.”

“He’ll kill you if he finds out,” you turn, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Which he won’t.”

“Right, if you’ve learned how to keep your mouth shut while I fuck the shit out of you,” he retorts, pulling a beanie on, “I’m going out to help with firewood.”

“Can I come?” you grin. He steps back inside your door frame to point at you.

“No, you’re just gonna misbehave.”

You giggle, blowing him a kiss, and watch that amazing ass walk away.

Later, your mother and father are in the living room, and your dad’s already almost finished making the dinner for tonight. Tim had been relaxing on the snowy patio with your mom with some ciders and smokes, and you were in your bedroom, “preparing” for dinner.

Your hand slips under the sheets of your bed.

“God… ugh, Tim, yes…” you whisper, pushing three fingers into your slick heat. You just couldn’t wait– Tim looked so good today, and the way he’d been looking at you, as if he wants to devour you, made you wet beyond comfort. “Please… please–”

Just then, a knock sounds at the door, and it opens.

“Hey. You, troublemaker. I’ve been sent by your dad to retrieve you for dinner.”

You keep going, maintaining eye contact as you finger yourself. You go even faster, turned on by the very man watching you, and he finally catches on to what you’re doing.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, “You’re such a slut, you know that? Couldn’t even wait for tonight.” He stalks over to the bed, slamming the door, and pulls the cover off you, yanking your legs over his shoulders. Just as his mouth is about to seal over your wet pussy, you hear your parents call both of you. He gives a wicked smirk, and lets go of you. You whine, but he gives you a look.

“I’m not gonna fuck you if you can’t be a good girl. Got it?”

You pout, then smile. “Yes sir.”

The older British man rolls his eyes, and helps you up, opening the door.

Dinner is just as tense for you both as the first two were. Tim knows you’re making eyes at him– it’s what you do– and he’s still ignoring them on purpose, instead wiggling his eyebrows at you every so often or licking his lips in your general direction. Honestly, you’re on the verge of an orgasm– from masturbating, and from Tim’s teasing. If you just… grind again the chair s little… just like that, oh god, oh god you’re right there…

“So (y/n),” Tim smirks, knowing full well what you’re doing, “What’s your favorite thing to do up here at the cabin?”

You want to growl at him, but you smile pleasantly. “I snowboard sometimes. Go snowshoeing. Drink by the fire, sit in the hot tub when it’s snowing at night.”

“Yea? Sounds lovely,” he nods, and you bite your lip. He gestures under the table inconspicuously as your parents are talking, so you “drop” your napkin, dipping under the table. Oh god. He’s got his pants unzipped. You want so badly to suck him off, but you can’t. You’re right beside your parents.

“Where is that napkin…” you feign, taking longer, and jesus christ, he takes his cock out. You quickly reach down, and rub yourself off, just that last little bit you need while staring at Tim’s hard cock, and bite back a moan, coming hard on your hands and knees.

“Everything alright down there?” your mom jokes.

“Just looking for my… ahhh,” you gasp, and come back up to your seat. “Found it.”

“I’m sure you did,” Tim smirks, and you watch your parents’ puzzled looks as they continue to eat. Fine. Two can play at this game, just like last time.

After dinner, you four play a round of cards. Tim is sitting beside you at the table now, and you’re both on one side of the table. When nobody suspects a thing, you reach over, and shove your hand down Tim’s pants. He chokes, and tries to pry your hand away, but you’ve already taken his cock in hand, stroking him to hardness. At the mercy of your touch now, he looks over at you with a “you better not stop” glare, and you smirk smugly. As the game goes on, you’re still jerking him off, and just as he’s lifting out of his seat slightly to come, you take your hand out. He lets out a growl, and your parents look over.

“Not a good hand?” your dad jokes. Tim manages a smile.

“Mm, just haven’t got the best poker face, I’m afraid.”

When you’re sure your parents have gone to bed later, you saunter down the hall, quiet as a mouse. Your parents’ bedroom is above your room on the second floor, so you don’t have to worry much, but just in case, you don’t make any noise. Just as you’re tapping lightly on Tim’s door, he swings it open, and practically drags you in, closing it promptly. He’s shirtless already with his jeans undone, and you moan at the sight of him. He cuts you off as he takes your arms and brings you in for a rough kiss, not relenting until you’ve kissed your way back to the bed.

“Think you can tease me all night, eh, you little minx?” he growls, tossing your legs open, “Not a chance. I’m gonna fuck you til you can’t move.”

“Ohh, god,” you grin, and he shoves his pants down, positioning himself and sliding into your welcoming wetness. You moan, trying to keep your voice down, and he pushes in, grimacing with that hard squint you find so sexy.

“Yeah… yeah, fuck me, Tim, that’s so good…” you breathe, knees hiked up. Tim holds your wrists together while holding himself up on the bed with the other hand. You toss back your head, and he brings one hand down to massage your breasts. You begin to feel your orgasm, and he smirks, watching you shake underneath him.

“T-Ti–Tim…” you gasp, clutching onto him, and he pounds in again, sending your body into a climax so powerful you shudder. His salacious eyes watch how your breasts bounce with every thrust, and he chuckles.

“Look at you, you little slut. Coming for daddy so fast… you wanted me all day, didn’t you? And you weren’t shy about it, no…”

You giggle, but are silenced as he pounds in again, making the bed jolt a couple inches back. He just keeps holding you beneath him, leaning down every now and then to capture your lips in a rough, biting kiss.

“Ag-gain?” you manage out, already on your way to the third orgasm of the night, “Fuck…” He nods.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re good and satisfied. That’s impossible with you though, isn’t it?”

You hum, looping your arms around his neck, and sweat rolls down his brow, still watching you intensely. Your fingers wrap around his tattooed bicep, and you feel your third climax approach, coming in waves.

“God Tim, fuck me… fuck me, fuck me, daddy, I need your big cock…”

“Yeah, princess. You enjoying daddy’s cock? You’re being such a good little girl…”

You squeal, and come again around his dick, shaking and gasping as he holds your head. He then tenses up, thrusts a few more times, and pulls out, jerking his cock a few times before coming on the bed sheets.

You lay there, eyes wide. “You were pissed tonight, weren’t you?”

He clears his throat, frowning as he throws an arm behind you to lay with you. “Inspired, let’s say.”

You roll into him, and cuddle up. He hesitates a little, but lets you after making the brief decision.

“Tomorrow, I wanna take you snowshoeing,” you mutter into his chest. He stares down at you, both eyebrows raised.

“Fine, but no screwing in the snow. I don’t feel like freezing my dick off by the end of the week, thanks.”

You giggle, and the two of you enjoy the sound of the whipping, howling winter wind just outside the cabin window, nobody still the wiser; you’re damn lucky you’d been getting away with this much.

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Those Eyes - Tim Roth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: Family friend Tim Roth comes over for dinner one night, and the heat between you two is undeniable. One thing leads to another, and soon, the attraction is more than both of you can bear.

Notes: A little daddy kink in this, but you know how I be 💁. Reader in this is pretty young, (of age, of course) but just a heads up to readers, the description is mostly centered around someone who is anywhere from 18-25 or so. Also holy fuck I got so aroused writing this looool

You pull some shorts on, hearing the call of your parents that the guest is arriving. They were having a family friend from school over, someone you’d never met before.

You walk out into the hallway just as your parents are greeting their old friend.

“(y/n)! This is Tim Roth. He’s a good friend of mine from drama school,” your dad beams. Tim is a man as old as your dad with silver in his blonde hair and beard and a sexy squint. He’s wearing a tight navy tshirt that hugs his lithe muscles, and you can see his abs from where the shirt is riding up.

Tim’s caught off guard as he sees you, and he blinks. “Hell-o,” he says, eyes dipping down a little far to be considered friendly.

“Nice to meet you,” you smirk, biting your lip. He obviously has the same idea as you, and holds your stare. You make sure to fully eye him as he greets you, and when you look back at him, he just narrows his eyes, lips tight in a small, cocky smile. He suddenly tears his gaze off of you, relocating his attention.

“Well. I’m sure looking forward to the feast you’ve prepared,” he brings up, looking to your parents.

“Oh, it’s nothing much…” Their voices trail off as you watch from behind. Tim’s ass looks amazing in those jeans. You also notice some tattoos running up his arms. Excitement fills you as you realize what this means. You could have a shot at seducing your dad’s best friend– it doesn’t get more exhilarating than that.

Making it to the top of the stairs, you tap on Tim’s back a little, winking as you go past. His brow furrows a little, but he keeps a level head.

“How old did you say your daughter was?” he mentions, and your mother comes over to hug you.

“Well, she’s growing up!”

The corner of Tim’s mouth quirks up, and his eyes say exactly what he’s thinking: Yes, she certainly is. And in all the right places.

You sit down at the table across from the guest, and continue to watch him. His eyes are dark, mysterious, and he’s got laugh lines around them. His lips are thoroughly kissable, and fuck, you just want to see him without a shirt.

—

“Would you pass the salad, daddy?” you ask your dad, but look at Tim pointedly as you say the word. He won’t give in. He just quirks an eyebrow, and turns to your dad to chat about school.

As they’re talking and as everyone is eating the dinner, you keep making eyes at Tim, sultry eyes that conveyed everything you wanted to do to him, that you wanted him to do to you. He finally catches your eye, and looks right back at you. You bite your lip, and lean forward in the chair a little, letting your top fall to flash your cleavage. Tim fights the urge to comment, and instead shifts in his seat. Fuck, you were already giving him a hard on, and you had barely met. Tossing his napkin down over his lap, he feels you undress him with your eyes as he pretended to be interested in your father’s graduation story.

After dinner, as Tim’s leaving, you rush down the stairs.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” you say, and close the front door. As you two walk to his expensive looking car, Tim pulls out a cigarette, lights it, and takes a few quick drags on it before turning to you warily.

“You smoke?”

Your fingers graze his as you accept the burning cigarette, and you take a deep drag, relishing in the fact that his lips had touched it not a second ago. He steals it back.

“Alright, don’t finish the damn thing,” he mutters, plucking it from your lips and placing it between his own again. He takes a double drag, exhales the smoke in a plume that the wind carries, and takes one more. Speed smoked down to the butt, he flicks it, and leans against his car, crossing his arms. He gives you a long, hard look.

“Just what do you think you’re doing then? Eh?”

You blink innocently, pausing. “I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Roth.” He takes a step toward you, so close he’s in your personal space. He then tilts your chin up.

“You know bloody well what I mean. This little game you’re playing.” You try to fake being speechless, but as he leans down, you truly can’t think of many words. Just as you ready your lips for him to kiss you, he stops moving in. “Careful, love. Looks like the ones you were giving me in there at the table are gonna get you into trouble.”

—–

The entire week, you can’t get your father’s sexy British friend out of your head… his intense gaze, the confident refusal of your advances, the teasing. You had to excuse yourself numerous times a day, whenever you would think of him, to take care of yourself. You always ended up in your room, biting your fist and moaning his name like a slutty little whore as you shoved three fingers into yourself, fucking your cunt and imagining Tim’s voice in your ear.

You gasped audibly when your mother told you they had invited Tim back the following weekend.

“What’s the matter?” she had asked, “Don’t you like him?”

“He’s alright,” you had answered languidly, rubbing your thighs together. You’d get him this time.

—–

At the dinner table the following weekend, you sit beside Tim, and you can barely contain yourself. You brush your foot against his leg, then get up.

“Meet me in the guest bathroom in five minutes,” you whisper, lips just ghosting by his ear. He coughs, and you saunter upstairs. When you get up to the guest bathroom, you fix your hair in the mirror, imagining his fingers tugging through it. You smirk at your reflection, and unbutton your denim shorts a little, exposing the small tattoo on your hipbone.

Five minutes later, Tim clears his throat at the table. He thought of just ignoring your request, but he couldn’t just leave you stranded up there. (Well, perhaps he could have– his resolve just wasn’t as good as he thought).

The door swings open. “What’re you doing?” he hisses, then regards your state of mild undress. “Oh, Christ.”

“Tim, please,” you urge, getting up, “Please, I’ve been thinking about nothing but you all week.”

“That makes two of us,” he huffs, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ve been touching myself thinking of you since your visit,” you moan, getting closer to him. He eyes you peripherally.

“…Yeah?”

“Every fucking night,” you whisper. “I need you so bad… I’m so fucking wet for you right now, I need you.”

“I can’t do this,” he shakes his head insistently, “I can’t do this to your dad.”

“You’re not fucking my dad,” you smirk.

“No, I’m just fucking his young daughter!” he mutters, holding his head at the very concept.

“I’m an adult, we’re two adults, what’s the problem?”

“If you can’t see the problem, I am genuinely concerned for you.”

“Come on,” you whisper, “Nobody’ll know… I won’t tell if you won’t.”

“(y/n), you’ve got to stop…” Tim says weakly.

“I know you want me,” you grin wickedly, taking his hand and putting it down your shorts, between your legs. He clenches his jaw, running his fingers up your slick panties, and his eyes shut.

“Bloody girl’s gonna be the death of me.” You smile successfully, and slam your lips against his, closing the washroom door all the way. “Oh, god…” he breathes through the kiss, and you rock your hips against him, feeling his erection already straining.

“You work fast,” you giggle, rubbing his cock, and Tim hums.

“Not difficult with you. Oh ffff– alright, enough, get on that counter there, take off those shorts and the panties too. You get one go, then it’s back downstairs, yea?”

You nod in excitement, and he watches you sit back on the counter, spreading your legs for him. He gives that sexy squint again, taking in your body as he puts both hands on your thighs. He then stands between your legs, and undoes his belt, pulling his cock out and stroking it a few times. Your pussy clenches at the sight of his erection, desperate to feel it inside of you. He steps forward, and puts a strong hand on your back, sliding you just forward enough to receive him. Your legs wrap around his back, leveraging under his ass as he finally buries himself in.

“Oh shit, you’re brilliant,” he murmurs.

“You sound surprised,” you tease.

“Didn’t expect you to have much experience.”

“What, you expected me to be a virgin?!”

He gives a toothy grin, raising his eyebrows at you. “Now I wouldn’t go that far.”

You reach behind him, grabbing the bottom of his sexy T-Shirt, and lift it above his head, exposing his lean muscular form.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe, and he grins.

“I’m not little everywhere.”

You huff, rocking down onto his dick and moaning. “No, you’re really not.”

“Cmon,” he whispers, “We gotta be quick, are you close?”

“Touch me,” you groan, and he gets the hint, moving down to perfectly circle your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh, that’s brilliant, fucking top notch,” he hisses, already going harder.

“Deeper,” you gasp, clutching onto his biceps, and he lifts you up a little so that he’s holding you against the counter on him, changing the angles. He slides even deeper now, and you feel your orgasm approach.

“Fuck, please!” you cry.

“Shhh,” he whispers, but soon loses his ability to stay quiet as well as you start squeezing yourself around him. You give a wicked smirk as you fuck yourself on him, and he growls, capturing your lips in a bruising, dizzying kiss, all mouth and tongue. It’s sloppy, but you love it, and as you bite down on his bottom lip, he feels it, making a little noise and letting you go. He quickly pulls out, jerking himself in front of you. You grin.

“Come on me, daddy.”

His eyes widen, and he positions himself, letting his sticky release land on your lower stomach and a little on your thigh. He catches his breath, grabbing the side of the counter. You pout.

“I didn’t come.”

He blinks at you. “You didn’t?” He sighs, and beckons. “Come ‘ere.” You saunter over, cum dripping from your thighs, and he licks his lips. He then gestures again. “Let daddy take care of that.”

With that, he flips you around, bending you over the sink and parting your folds. He shoves two fingers into you, then three, then four as you’re begging for him, the overstimulation bringing you so goddamn close, oh god, oh god, you need it, right there, yes, yes—

“Tim, ohgodplease!” you shout, and he fingers you harder, curving up until the only sound you can hear is him going in and out with them.

“Look at you,” he growls, “Bent over your bathroom sink for me, what a little whore.”

“Ughhh…”

“I want to feel you come around my fingers. Okay, love? I know you can do that for me…” He presses up against you from behind, one hand bracing himself on your back and the other still inside you. You can feel his chest there, and he jerks you up by the arm, catching you against him so that your bodies are adjacent. He fingers you at this angle for a total of five seconds, before you whine out his name and come hard, gushing all over his hand.

“That’s it… that’s it… thaaat’s right,” he murmurs in your ear, “I want to feel all of it.”

When you’re done coming, you slump back into him, and he presses a kiss to the side of your cheek, letting you go.

“My god,” he remarks, pulling his jeans back up and doing the buckle, “I really can’t believe I’ve just done that.”

“Believe it, cause you did,” you wink, and he shakes his head, a smile of disbelief on his lips.

“God damn lucky I know your dad.”

“It is lucky,” you nod, “Because that means you’ll come back for another visit.”

He nods too. “And… I s'pose if you’re on your best behaviour,” he says softly, “I might fuck you again. And again. And again, until that pretty little pussy can’t take it anymore.” He smirks. “Shall we rejoin the others?”

You bite your lip excitedly, following behind your new lover. His ass really does look magnificent in those jeans.

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A Taste of Bliss Pt. 3

A Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe) x (female) OC x male OC (Charles Dance) - One-Shot [Smut]

Synopsis: Whilst attending a charity event, Catherine Carlisle gets tired of all the political mumbo jumbo and seeks solace at the open bar, where she runs into no other than Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe). The ruthless businessman and billionaire catches her eye, but there’s one problem: she didn’t attend the event by herself… With her partner/boyfriend/boss Lionel Kingsley (Charles Dance) at her side, what will Catherine do in order to get what she wants?

In this third part to ‘A Taste of Bliss’, Norman attends a dinner party thrown by Lionel and Catherine. After all the talk of business is concluded and the other guests leave, Norman finds himself in the company of a couple that’s most definitely interested in having him join in on the fun. Despite his reservations, Norman finds he can’t resist Catherine’s charms and manages to find some common ground with the domineering Lionel Lyon.

Warnings: smut, cursing, sex (lots of it), definite sub/dom undertones, threesome (sort of).

<< Part 2

~.… Rasavada; the taste of bliss in the absence of all thought…~

“Catherine, for the love of all that is holy, would you please stop worrying?” Lionel grumbled, deep voice reverberating against her neck as he rested his head in her shoulder “I’m sure everything is fine”

Catherine shushed him as she playfully swatted at Lionel’s arm, which had snuck around her waist as she stood in the spacious kitchen of Lionel’s apartment. She’d been overseeing the final details for the dinner to be held later that evening when Lionel had quietly walked up behind her, not quite interrupting the conversation she was having with the caterer. But it sure was difficult to focus with his hand resting gently on the curve of her waist, head lowering and his lips pressing a chaste kiss to the side of her neck. It was a sweet gesture, and an innocent one, but it had the opposite effect on Catherine, who felt a shiver dance down her spine at the affectionate caress.

“I just want everything to be perfect” Catherine shrugged, gesturing for the caterer to continue with his work. The young man had written down all her instructions and hurried off to talk to the chef for some last-minute adjustments to the menu.

“It will be. Tonight is just an informal dinner for some of the attendees of today’s conference. Don’t worry love, they’re all probably just happy to get a decent meal out of this whole ordeal... You know how dreadfully boring some biotech conferences can get”

“You say that as if I didn’t just spend the entire afternoon sitting in on a talk on the benefits and applications of Single Cell Isolation and Microdissection with lasers” Catherine joked, reaching back with her hand to comb it softly through Lionel’s blond hair, the older man leaning into her touch as she herself leaned back into his tall frame.

“Sush now love, you were very excited about that talk if my mind serves me, so don’t act as if you disliked it” Lionel chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck, brushing the spot just underneath her ear as his hot breath fanned across her skin.

All Catherine could manage was a soft hum, if disagreement or approval, she wasn’t sure. She was way too comfortable in Lionel’s embrace to care. They stood like that for a few seconds before she remembered she still had to check on the bartender hired to serve alcoholic beverages for the evening and instruct him on some of the cocktails to be served with the nights dinner menu.

“Don’t distract me like that, Mister!” she playfully chastised Lionel as she pulled his hands from where they were wrapped around her waist, and stepped away from him “I still have 500 things to attend to and I haven’t even gotten the chance to get changed!”

“Then how about you let me do some of the work, hmmm?” Lionel tried to reassure her “You go on and take a shower and change, and I’ll hold down the fort”

Catherine was about to object when Lionel raised a hand to stop her from talking, laugh lines deepening around his eyes as he smiled down at her, green eyes flecked with gold twinkling with mirth.

“Just leave it to me, little one. It’ll be fine, I can assure you. I survived these kinds of dinners for years before I met you, I’m sure I can manage an hour on my own”

“Well allright then. Just make sure to tell the bartender that instead of the gin and tonic we’ve decided to switch to a dry martini with vermouth, and if the caterer asks that I’ve already called in for a replacement to the server that called in sick... –“ Catherine stopped upon seeing Lionel’s amused expression “-what?”

“Nothing. You’re incredible. It continues to surprise me how in control and put together you can be, even among the organizational nightmare that is a dinner such as this” Lionel admitted, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips, hand brushing the side of her face and thumb ghosting across her cheekbone “Now off you go”

Catherine wanted to say something, but thought better of it and hurried off to the bedroom. Quickly stepping out of the knee-length skirt and white dressing shirt, she kicked off her low heels and sighed as her feet sunk into the lush carpet of the large bedroom. Quickly rummaging through her side of the closet, she settled on a long-sleeved pencil dress in a deep shade of navy blue, throwing the dress onto the queen-sized bed and grabbing a pair of high-heeled peep-toe stilettos in the same colour. Discarding her undergarments, she hurried into the en-suite bathroom, flicking on the lights and getting into the shower. Even though she loved the rainforest shower head and would have traded her soul to have that kind of water pressure back in her own apartment, she quickly showered and grabbed a towel to dry herself off, mind still going a hundred miles an hour and eyes widening fractionally at catching sight of the time on the clock above the large mirror above the sink and countertop. Guests would start arriving soon. She had to hurry. Walking into the bedroom she slipped into a matching set of navy-coloured undergarments,  shimmying the dress up her legs and pushing her arms through the lace sleeves, reaching behind her back to do up the zipper and then returning to the bathroom to quickly put on some makeup. When that was done, she deemed herself presentable and slipped into the high heels before heading towards the dining room, where the servers were just putting in the finishing touches to the large table set for 15 people.

“See, you’re back with plenty of time to spare and the place is still in one piece” Lionel’s voice rang from where he was standing in the entrance hall that on one side let to the spacious kitchen and on the other opened up into the dining room. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed over eachother as he watched Catherine pull her fingers through her hair and fluffing the loose curls into a loose but fashionable semblance of order.

“You want me to say you’re right?” Catherine said, walking over to Lionel and admiring the way his suit catered to his tall frame. It was a deep navy-blue five-button suit vest with a classical cut, and he was wearing a light-blue striped dressing shirt under it, silver cufflinks glinting in the light as he uncrossed his arms. Over the edge of one of the two pockets hung the heavy silver chain of his pocketwatch, whilst from the other a handkerchief could be seen in the same shade of light blue as his dressing shirt, a fancy L&K in calligraphy embroidered on the edge.

“It wouldn’t hurt” Lionel shrugged with a teasing smile, both his hands slipping into the pockets of his dressing pants as he watched her approach, eyes appreciatively taking her in.

“Hmm, of course” Catherine agreed in mock seriousness “Well, in that case, thank you for your invaluable help in keeping down the Fort ‘till my return”

As she said the words, she came to stand before him, playfully smiling up at him before leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his cheek, one hand coming up to straighten out a slight crease in the edge of his suit vest and tugging the material back in place.

“Did I already mention you look absolutely incredible tonight, Little One?” Lionel said, smiling down at the beautiful brunette in admiration as she patted his chest before stepping back.

“No. You hadn’t” she smiled, loving the way his eyes lit up as they took her in. She took a small step backward and did a little twirl, sensing his gaze wander up and down her figure and finding the approving look in them terribly endearing. The dress she was wearing was form-fitting, with both the top part of the dress and the sleeves nearly see-through lace whilst the rest hugged her figure, a small slit near her thigh allowing her to mover around normally.

“Well then, let me be very clear: you look stunning darling” Lionel mused in appreciation, loving the elegant and sophisticated look but also appreciating the way her legs were angled provocatively and how the dress accentuated her waist and full bosom.

“I guess we’re ready then” Catherine announced, at the same time the bell could be heard ringing.

“You, my dear, have the gift of prophecy” Lionel announced with a smirk, before turning around to welcome their first guests.

As the guests started arriving, Catherine felt some of her worries and concerns for the evening drain away. It was always like that for her. Beforehand, the nerves would be eating her alive, but once she got into the swing of things, she’d calm down and be able to enjoy the night. She’d done all she could to make the evening a success, now all that was left to do was try to enjoy herself. She had put a lot of time and effort into the planning and organization of the dinner, and now that the gears had kicked into motion there wasn’t much to do except sit back and watch the evening unfold.

Not to mention she had other things on her mind.

Now that the stress and worries about the catering, the wine, the conference.... Now that those had all faded to the background, she could focus on the one thing that really kept her preoccupied: Norman Osborne.

They’d been seeing eachother for a couple of months now, continuing their acquaintance after their fateful encounter at the fundraiser. However, despite Lionel being completely fine with their arrangement and Norman not minding her relationship with Lionel, the two men really hadn’t seen much of eachother yet. She wasn’t sure if it was intentional or merely an oversight, but nonetheless it was a situation she intended to rectify. She’d never really been in any sort of long-term commitment with a man other than Lionel, and yet she and Norman got along marvellously, and she hadn’t been able to break things off. She hadn’t had any reason to, if she was being frank. Norman didn’t seem to want to take things any further between them, and her relationship with Lionel was fine the way it was, but for some reason things still felt a bit... Off. Perhaps it was because the two men in her life hadn’t exactly had the chance for a proper ‘meet and greet’, to seize eachother up and take measure of one another, but Catherine had decided that tonight was the night she was going to change that.

Norman had accepted the dinner invitation without any objections, and Lionel had seemed pleased she brought the matter up to him, so Catherine felt comfortable the situation wouldn’t get out of control. She trusted both men implicitly, and she told herself tonight was as much for their benefit as it was for hers. Although she couldn’t deny the flutter of excitement that stirred in her lower belly at the thought of having both men in the same room with her and all the possibilities that came with it. She could only hope Lionel and Norman would get along and that tonight wouldn’t turn into an awkward situation where she’d have to choose between angering Lionel or having to send Norman away. Not that she expected the evening to take a turn for the worse. Quite the opposite in fact. She was hoping that with some scientific business talk, good food and decent company to ply both men with, she’d get them to find some common ground between the two of them – or three, if the evening went really well. She couldn’t deny the thought of having both men vying for her affections was enticing. In fact, she knew Lionel well enough to know that the older man also enjoyed that particular aspect of their relationship, where he’d get to decide who she spent her time wirh – and how. She could only hope Norman was past his initial hesitation about the arrangement she had with Lionel, because truth be told Catherine was eager to find out just how okay he was with it.

As more and more guests arrived, Catherine wondered briefly if she’d misjudged Norman. What if he didn’t show? What if she’d pushed him too far too soon and he wasn’t ready for this kind of thing? She’d feel terrible if it turned out she’d pushed the man too hard for something he wasn’t prepared for. But as soon as the worries materialised in her mind, the doorbell rang again. Doing a quick headcount Catherine realised they were only one man short, and that could only mean one thing: Norman. Giving Lionel a reassuring smile as she disentangled herself from the smalltalk with some other guests, Catherine hurried down the hallway to open the door, relieved to see Norman standing there. He looked a bit uncertain, holding up a bottle of wine as he sheepishly smiled at her.

“Sorry I’m a bit late. Wasn’t sure what vintage to bring”

Although Catherine wasn’t entirely sold on his words, she didn’t mind one but as she took the bottle and happily took a hold of his forearm, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just happy you’re here” she reassured him, eyes darting up and down to check out the way the black suit was tailored to his tall frame. He wore a black dressing shirt beneath the suit jacket, a slight shine to the fabric setting it aside from both the suit jacket and dressing pants. It was a subtle but good look on him, the black tie a nice finishing touch to what Catherine considered a distinguished and dashing look. Hair swept back into a permanent drift he was looking at her intently, the sharp lines of his face making him look more serious. But then he smiled, and the crows feet near the corners of his eyes crinkled as his lips curved upwards, lessening the harshness of his features.

“Me too Catherine, he admitted” squeezing her hand briefly before gesturing for her to go back inside “Ladies first”

Leading him back to the dining room Catherine made all the introductions, although almost everyone already knew eachother. As prominent scientists, business magnates and titans of industry, most of them had at least heard of one another and most knew one another by name. All the people gathered there were either the owners of some biomedical, biotech or engineering company, or a well-known and respected scientist in their respective fields.

Catherine recognised a world-famous chemical engineer, a geneticist who had been nominated for a Nobel prize, and the owner of owner of an up-and rising biotech company that often did business with Lyon Inc.

After everyone was introduced and some small talk, they were seated at the dining table. Lionel was seated across from Catherine, and Norman was sitting to her left. For the amuse bouche Oysters Rockefeller were brought in. As Catherine eyed the broiled oysters on their half shells, topped with a rich sauce of butter, parsley and other green herbs as well as bread crumbs, she casually grabbed the lemon wedge and squeezed some of the juice onto the hor’s de euvre, listening to the lively conversation taking place around the table. Lionel was engrossed in conversation with the lady on his right, and Catherine picked up something about strategic management of product liability lawsuits. On her left Norman had struck up a conversation with the renowned geneticist and was talking about molecular mechanisms of genetic manipulation, whereas on her right a heated debate was going on about the most recent developments in synthetic virology.

As a starter, seared scallops with cauliflower puree, clementine glaze and seared bacon with some chive butter was served, and Catherine found herself glad the dinner was progressing smoothly. Taking a small bite of the dish in front of her she caught Lionel looking her way, and smiled as her boyfriend nodded in her direction in acknowledgement before continuing his conversation with the woman next to him. Taking a few more bites Catherine looked around the table, happy to see everyone enjoying their food and talking animatedly. As the now empty plates were retrieved by the servers, Catherine tuned in to the conversation next to her, finding Norman’s voice soothing amongst the cacophony of voices.

“I assume you’re familiar with the findings of the Congress of the European Hematology Association that was held last month?” the scientist argued. Marlowe, Catherine believed his name was.

“If you mean the study about new clinical data for investigational gene editing therapy in the case of severe hemoglobinopathies, then yes” Norman countered, gruff voice holding no malice as he took a sip of his wine, swirling the pale liquid around in the glass.

“Well then, surely you’ll agree that there is incredible potential when it comes to a technique like CRISPR/Cas 9?” Marlowe continued, leaning back a bit as the servers arrived with the middle course, wood pigeon with foie gras pithivier with wild mushrooms and celeriac.

“It’s a clinical proof of concept that this kind of gene editing can work, yes, but you still have to be aware of its limitations” Norman said, holding his now-empty glass up and watching as the server poured in a  Cabernet, the red liquid refracting the light as he put the glass down next to his plate.

“C’mon! This means that gene editing has the potential of being a curative therapy for severe genetic diseases!” Marlowe exclaimed, cutting into his puff pastry with duck filling and eating with gusto whilst carrying on the discussion.

“For blood disorders like sickle cell anaemia and thalassemia!” Norman countered, also taking a bite of his food and enjoying the flavourful taste of the French meat pie with duck and mushroom filling “Red blood cells have an average lifespan of four months and are continuously being replaced. This whole gene editing therapy relies on stem cell extractions and in vitro modifications... Those are some severe limitations”

Catherine was listening attentively, nodding as she ate some of her food. She’d never really thought of Norman as beautiful, but there was something intense and appealing about the sharp angles of his face, she thought as she watched him make his argument. The deep-set lines that traced down from his aquiline nose to the corners of his mouth gave him a severe look, accentuated further by a strong and unyielding jawline. Edged cheekbones almost seemed to cast a shadow onto his cheeks, piercing ice-blue eyes trained on his partner in conversation, missing nothing. If someone would have asked her then, Catherine would have said she found his eyes the most expressive of all, hauntingly beautiful and with a depth that beckoned you closer, daring you to get lost in them. He wasn’t conventionally attractive, but definitely handsome in her eyes, and Catherine wanted to lean in and trace his features with her fingers, embed them in her memory, if it hadn’t been for the fact that they were very much in public.

Norman cast a sideways glance and caught her staring at him. His attention briefly faltered, because the look in Catherine’s eyes was one he wasn’t expecting: one of tenderness, pensive but with emotions mixed in he couldn’t quite give voice to even if he’d wanted to. There was also something else in her eyes, something alluring and that looked a lot like yearning, but he shook his head, dispelling the thought. Surely, she didn’t...? But Catherine seemed to have realized he’d seen her look, and she smiled a bright smile that nearly stole his breath away, and Norman had to clear his throat and re-focus on the conversation he was having.

“We’re talking about a functional cure for genetic disorders, that’s a win in my book!” Marlowe continued, unaware anything had transpired but noticing Catherine observing the two of them “Wouldn’t you say Miss Carlisle?”

Norman was a bit taken aback at Catherine’s sudden inclusion into their argument, but he didn’t mind when the beautiful brunette shook her head to pull the cascade of dark curls over her shoulder and shifted in her seat as to better take part in the conversation. His eyes darted to the gentle curve of her neck as it dipped beneath the dark blue fabric of her dress, the lace hinting at the pallor of her skin underneath, revealing just the tiniest bit of cleavage. Unpretentious, her voice was warm and lively, and he found himself looking at the small dimple in her left cheek as she smiled at the two men next to her before speaking up.

“I’d have to agree with Dr. Osborne” Catherine said, putting down her cutlery and lowering her hands to her lap. She’d caught Norman’s appreciative glance and felt a warm and fuzzy feeling spread through her stomach at his appreciation of her outfit for the night “this kind of gene editing won’t be possible for constitutional genetic disorders that affect whole organ systems, not to mention the off-target activity of the Cas9 enzyme that would still have to be perfected in order for it to be applicable large-scale and in-vivo as opposed to in-vitro”

“I’m not sure I agree with that last bit” Norman interjected, also putting down his cutlery and reaching for the napkin next to his plate to dab around his mouth.

He was about to say something, but then he felt Catherine’s hand on his thigh and every rational thought went out the window, leaving him tongue-tied as he swallowed nervously.

It had been a spur-of-the-moment idea, just a little thing to tease Norman a bit. Catherine hadn’t planned it, but as she felt Norman’s leg tense beneath her fingers, she knew she was going to enjoy that little move immensely. Her fingers tightened fractionally and she felt the muscles in his thigh spasms beneath the palm of her hand, and Norman nearly jumped out of his skin, managing to make it look like a cough as he shifted in his seat. The placement of her hand was hidden by the tablecloth, and she looked at Norman innocently.

“Oh really, Dr. Osborne?”

Norman had to clear his throat, reaching for his glass with an unsteady hand and taking a generous gulp of the alcoholic beverage to steady his nerves. He hadn’t expected Catherine’s brazen action, her forwardness surprising him. But the tell-tale tightening in his pants told him all he needed to know as he stammered his reply.

“CRISPR is a powerful tool for the targeted editing of genomes, with significant therapeutic potential, as Dr. Marlowe pointed out. Like you said, Miss Carlisle, its limitation lies in the fact that it runs the risk of inappropriately editing ''off-target'' sites. However, a new study shows that mutating the enzyme at the heart of the CRISPR gene editing system can improve its fidelity” Norman explained carefully, trying to ignore Catherine’s warm hand as it danced a few inches higher on his thigh, nearly giving him a coronary right there at the dinner table.

Catherine was enjoying herself immensely, but caught sight of Lionel’s questioning gaze as she smiled to herself. It must have been a devious smile, for Lionel’s lips curved upwards ever so slightly as he quirked his brow at her in question. She returned his smile, reaching for her own wineglass and taking a sip as she tried to listen to Norman’s answer. But she was feeling quite pleased with herself, like a cat who’d gotten all the milk, and Dr. Marlowe’s reply was lost to her when she saw the dark fire burn in Lionel’s eyes. She knew he knew what she was up to, and he approved wholeheartedly. They exchanged a knowing look, and then Lionel cleared his throat turning back to the conversation he’d abandoned.

Deciding to tease Norman a bit more, she cupped his erection through the fabric of his pants. Catherine toyed with Norman for a few more seconds before releasing her hold on him, leaning back a bit and watching as the servers came in with the main course. The herb-crusted roasted loin of lamb was accompanied by pomme Anna and roast challots. She wasn’t very hungry, but ate a few bites nonetheless, feeling Norman’s eyes on her the whole time. She ignored them for a bit, and then returned his gaze with a teasing smirk and a knowing smile as she downed the last bit of her glass of wine, a server immediately refilling it for her. Her own excitement was buzzing just underneath the surface, mixing in with the alcohol into something explosively passionate, and she knew she’d have to do something about it before the night was over.

Now engaged in a conversation of her own about the cost-benefit analysis of sales of biomedical equipment with the man sitting to her right, Catherine decided to up the stakes a bit. She waited until the servers had taken away the plates from the main course, and then subtly reached for Norman’s hand, which was still folded in his lap, probably trying to figure out a way to hide his painfully evident arousal. Norman’s hand in hers, she quietly maneuvered it onto her own leg, resting just above the knee. Her thumb was rubbing circles on the back of his hand, and she could feel Norman’s penetrating eyes trained on her. Finally, he succumbed, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” he hissed quietly, the deep gravelly tone to his voice betraying his desire for her as his hand squeezed her knee firmly as to reaffirm his words.

“Enjoying myself” Catherine replied calmly, a serene smile dancing across her lips as she momentarily turned away from the business tycoon she’d been engrossed in conversation with “These dinners can get a bit stuffy and monotonous, don’t you think?”

“You’ll be the death of me” Norman muttered darkly under his breath, feeling another set of eyes on them and looking up to Lionel watching the exchange with interest. Lionel must have been aware of what was going on right in front of him, but the man didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. Norman wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he nearly had a stroke when Lionel raised his glass in his direction and took a sip of wine with a small smile pulling the corners of his lips upwards in an almost mischievous smirk. It was gone before Norman could ascertain he’d seen it, but then Lionel was talking to the woman on his right as if It’d never happened.

“At least you’ll go out with a bang” Catherine shrugged, winking at him before returning to her own conversation.

Norman wanted to say something, to object, to... What exactly he wasn’t sure. Go out with a bang?! He was about to come in his pants like a clueless young boy and all she’d done was touch his thigh and tease his cock dammit! But then he felt Catherine tug gently at his hand under the table and he cursed under his breath as she let his hand rest on the inside of her thigh, soft pliable skin warm under his fingertips. He masked his curse with another cough, leaning onto the table a bit further, earning him a strange look from Dr. Marlowe as he shifted uncomfortably on his seat, trying to hide his growing erection.

“Lionel, I have to say, this is one hell of a dinner party” a voice piped up from another part of the table. Interrupting Norman’s train of thought, he caught sight of who he recognised as Malcolm St. John, a business magnate who owned some of the main production plants for electrical components used in almost all biomedical technology.

“I have to give credit where credit is due, Malcolm” Lionel smiled as a murmur of affirmation went around the table, echoing the sentiment “Catherine here is responsible for tonight’s entertainment”

“So, you mean to tell me that besides single-handedly turning around your R&D department and having great looks, she also knows how to throw a party?” Malcolm asked incredulously “Next you mean to tell me she can also cook”

Laughter erupted around the table, and Catherine just shook her head as she smiled at Lionel, who gave her an encouraging smile.

“You better keep this one around Lionel, she’s a keeper!” Malcolm warned with a booming laugh, before conversation returned to normal as the dessert was being served.

Lionel was taking a sip from his glass of wine, watching as Catherine glanced from him to Norman and back again. Norman wasn’t sure what to make of the whole thing, his hand still resting on her thigh, with Catherine’s boyfriend looking at him with a small smirk from across the table.

“Oh, she can do a hell of a lot more than just cook” Lionel mused, just loud enough for Norman to catch his words. Luckily no one else was paying attention, but Norman nearly chocked on the sip of wine he’d just taken, spluttering as he coughed, already reaching for his napkin as he tried to ignore the blush that had risen to his cheeks. Attempting to remove his hand from Catherine’s thigh, he was met with a sky smile and a short shake of her head as she tutted at him softly, her own hand resting on his own as she looked back to Lionel with a smile.

Catherine laughed at Lionel’s words, rolling her eyes at him as the waiters brought in the final course of the night. There was the choice between either a mango parfait with passionfruit jelly and sorbet, or spiced red wine poached pears with vanilla mouse and candied almonds. She chose the former, wishing for something light and fruity to end the night with. Norman picked the latter, but his mind wasn’t on the desert as he picked at his dearest with a small fork.

“What is it, Norman. Cat got your tongue?” Catherine inquired innocently, scooping up a spoonful of passionfruit sorbet “Or is the dessert not to your liking? Too sweet?”

She could still feel his hand on her thigh, calloused fingers brushing her skin in a tantalising way. But he hadn’t dared to move his hand from where she’d put it, and she was having a fun time watching him squirm as he attempted to deal with the situation she’d put him in. It was adorable, really.

“I eh... –“ Norman found himself at a loss of words when he glanced sideways only to catch sight of Catherine taking another bite of her desert. In a manner that had no business being as erotic as it did she’d put another spoonful of passionfruit sorbet into her mouth, eyes closing in delight as she enjoyed the taste. She could feel Norman’s eyes on her, and just to rile him up further she purposely slowed down her movements when she pulled the spoon from her mouth with a soft pop, tongue darting out to moisten her lips as she scooped up another spoonful.

“Here, you should try some of mine” she said mischievously, raising the spoon to his lips whilst trying to look like she didn’t mean anything by it “It’s delicious”

Glancing around Norman was glad no one seemed to be paying them any attention. People were still engaged in conversation, talking animatedly and chatting away without a care in the world. Realising there was no polite way to decline her offer, Norman opened his mouth and quickly took the bite she’d offered to him, surprised at the light and fruity taste that hit his tongue.

“See? Told you, its mouth-watering good” Catherine teased him, winking at him cheekily before taking another bite herself.

“I’m sure it is” Norman murmured, unable to pull his eyes away from her.

Vivacious and unpretentious, there was something genuine about here that was as alluring as it was erotic. Norman was more than aware of how his body reacted to the presence of the beautiful brunette, but it was more than that. She was smart, and funny, and  really seemed to care about the things he found interesting, which was a rare occurrence for him. And here she was, brazenly teasing him in public, and he had no clue as to how to react! Truth be told all he wanted was to get her alone, part of him wanting to admonish her for being such a tease, the other to return the favour in kind. He was shocked at his own emotions, finding the yearning hunger he felt for her spiking through his veins like wildfire. The need he felt for her came with an eagerness he wasn’t expecting, and he wondered what the rest of the night would bring. He’d seen Lionel and Catherine exchange a knowing look, and he wasn’t entirely certain he was ready for what he thought that conspiratorial look entailed.  

Norman’s train of though was cut short as the dinner started coming to an end. After the guests had ordered a coffee or another cocktail to chase down the final course of the night, conversations dissolved into promises of meeting up again sometime soon and future plans for a do-over of a dinner party such as this one. People started checking their cellphones, calling cabs and arranging for pick-ups and drop-offs at hotels and the homes of friends and families. The table was quickly emptied by the servers, and chairs were pulled back as people started getting to their feet in search of their jackets and a quick trip to the bathroom. Norman was immensely relived to find that his raging erection had gone down, and Catherine had finally relinquished the hold she had on his hand, having to get up herself to play the dutiful hostess and say goodbye to all the guests as they took their leave. Norman remained seated for a brief moment, trying to gather his thoughts, unsure as to what to do next. He wasn’t about to let Catherine get away with the inordinate amount of teasing she’d inflicted upon him for the night, but he also wasn’t sure how Lionel would take to another man taking offence in his girlfriend’s relentless teasing in what could very well have been some next-level foreplay for the two of them.

His question was answered when Lionel returned after showing some of the last guests to the door, Catherine still engrossed in conversation as she said her goodbyes to Dr. Marlowe, who was happily chatting away about how he’d enjoyed the dinner.

“Ah, Norman, you’re still here, good” Lionel commented off-handedly, but his green eyes had lost none of their sharpness despite having endulged in quite a few glass of wine over the course of the evening “Perhaps you’d like to stay for a little while longer and join me in my study? I have a 62-year-old The Macallan single malt scotch that’s absolutely exquisite.... if you’re up for it, that is”

Norman happened to be a whiskey man himself, and he knew that that kind of scotch had a price tag that started at about 30,000£ a bottle, but for some reason the way Lionel had said it made him doubt it was the whiskey the man was talking about. Particularly the last bit of the man’s sentence sounded more like an innuendo that hinted at much more than two men merely sharing a glass of expensive whiskey. He was about to answer when he caught sight of Catherine coming back into the dining room, having shown the last of the guests the door.

“Ah, Lionel, why don’t you and Norman head to the study for a bit? I’ll be with you shortly, but I have to make sure the bartender and caterer have everything they need so they can wrap things up and go home as well” Catherine explained as she gestured towards the kitchen, where the servers and waiters were still collecting the last dishes and glasses and cleaning up the remainders of the nights dinner activities.

“You read my mind, darling” Lionel mused with a smile “I had just offered Norman a glass of that Macallan you so enjoy”

Catherine hummed in agreement, walking past Lionel and brushing his hand with hers, quickly leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek

“Perfect” she muttered, before turning to look at Norman “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all” Norman managed, finally finding his voice as he watched Catherine head for the kitchen, before turning towards Lionel “Lead the way”

Lionel headed down the hallway and opened the first door to the right after the dining room into a spacious study.

Occupying the entire corner of the floor, Lionel’s private study had two floor-to-ceiling windows giving views in two directions: fifth avenue to the east, and central park just a few blocks north. One of the remaining walls was covered in its entirety by several rustic wooden bookshelves intercalated in a near asymmetrical pattern, leather-bound books leaning against one another in different directions. The other wall held the door as well as a liquor cabinet stacked with several expensive-looking bottles and a glass door, and several black and white photographs of city skylines tastefully adorning the walls. A large British-style mahogany desk with three drawers on the right-hand side and a swivel chair stood in front of one of the windows, a computer and several stacks of paperwork littering the surface placed haphazardly into a leather journal, fountain pen laying across it in a state of half-organized clutter. A club chair and Chesterfield sofa were tastefully arranged around a low coffee table placed upon a vintage rug covering a large swath of the non-carpeted floor, facing the second window and giving a nice view of the cityscape.

Lionel touched a light switch next to the door, and several wall-mounted lamps came to life that spread a soft but warm light, ignoring the anglepoise lamp on his desk and heading straight for the liquor cabinet. Getting two heavy whiskey glasses he got out a bottle and measured a neat two fingers of scotch into both glasses, before returning the bottle to its place and turning towards Norman, handing him one of the glasses.

“I must congratulate you on your restraint” he commented casually “I’m not sure I’d have been able to resist Catherine’s advances as long as you have without giving myself away, especially in public”

Normal blinked in surprise as he took the glass offered to him, and cleared his throat as he watched Lionel take a seat in the club chair opposite the couch.

“I eh-... Thanks” he finally managed, unsure what to reply.

“She can be a real vixen when she wants to be” Lionel continued as if they were talking about the weather “Her teasing truly knows no bounds”

“I noticed that” Norman said quietly, taking a sip of the whiskey and enjoying the earthy wooden taste of the Amber liquid as it burned its way down his throat.

“You’re welcome to take a seat” Lionel said, gesturing to the couch opposite the chair he was lounging back in, one leg crossed over the other as he looked at Norman over the edge of his whiskey glass.

“Thank you, but I think I’ll remain standing for a bit if that’s allright” Norman replied, shaking his head but taking a few steps into the room until he was standing with his back to the big mahogany desk and slightly leaning back against it, crossing his feet at the ankles and his arms over his chest, whiskey glass held deftly between three fingers, index finger tapping lightly against the edge.

“As you wish” Lionel conceded, an undecipherable look in his golden eyes as he watched the dark-haired scientist lean against his desk as if he belonged there, apparently not all too bothered by the situation. He was trying to gauge the other man’s reactions, to get a feel of how the eccentric millionaire, but the man was difficult to read.

“So how is it you keep your composure with your girlfriend doing what she does while sitting right across from you at the dinner table?” Norman finally dared ask the question that had bothered him all evening.

Lionel’s face revealed nothing, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice when he replied “I find it quite entertaining to see Catherine pursue her own wishes and desires... Not to mention quite arousing, if you must know”

Lionel’s honesty took Norman by surprise, although he didn’t let it show, instead untangling his arms and taking another sip of what was proving to be an excellent glass of scotch.

“Wouldn’t you? She’s a beautiful woman, and a force to be reckoned with once she’s set her sights on something” Lionel continued “Besides, you definitely didn’t seem to mind to be on the receiving end of her advanced tonight”

“She is indeed something fierce to behold” Norman admitted, swirling the golden-brown liquid around in his glass as he thought over the matter.

“I’m glad we’re in agreement on that account” Lionel said with a small smile pulling his thin lips upwards.

“I’d like to clarify something before Catherine gets here and I loose what little use of my faculties and self-restraint I have left after tonight’s events” Norman started after a brief silence fell between the two of them.

“She does have a tendency to cause that reaction in men” Lionel chuckled in amusement before nodding for Norman to continue.

“I’m sorry if I seemed unforthcoming or reluctant towards you this evening” Norman started, not quite sure how to convey the complex emotions he was currently experiencing “But I have little to no experience with a relationship dynamic such as the one between you and Catherine, and honestly I was a bit at a loss as to how to approach any interaction with you”

“Understandably so” Lionel agreed, tilting his head to the side a bit “But I’m glad you’ve overcome your initial hesitation. You seem like a good fellow, and Catherine has been very happy having you in her life”

“And I’m glad that doesn’t bother you” Norman admitted with a small smile, taking another sip of scotch “I’m sure it would have put a bit of a damper on the evening if we had gotten into a fistfight in the lobby tonight”

“I’d have both of you thrown out on your asses if that had been the case” Catherine’s voice piped up from the doorway, where she was leaning against the doorframe, heels in one hand and an amused smirk on her lips.

“Need I remind you this is my apartment?” Lionel said casually, but his eyes shone with mirth as he beckoned her closer.

“Doesn’t matter. I won’t have you fighting over me like a pair of adolescent boys” she chided, glancing at Norman over her shoulder and shooting him a reassuring wink.

Lionel just quirked an eyebrow at her “...No?”

“No” Catherine reaffirmed “We’re all adults here. And since my word goes... I say we share. Either you both get to be with me... Or none of you do. Sound fair to you boys?”

She was standing in front of Lionel, who smiled in agreement and took a hold of her hand, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of her hand before speaking up.

“You already know my opinion on the matter, Little One, so I guess it’s up to Norman to settle the matter”

The last words were accompanied by Lionel giving Norman a pointed look as Catherine turned in his direction, watching as Norman eyed the two of them with unfathomable eyes.

It suddenly occurred to Norman that he might actually be quite out of his depth here. He found out he didn’t much care.

“I-eh... I think I can manage that” he finally said, raising a hand to loosen the black tie he was wearing a bit and slipping a finger underneath the collar and clearing his throat.

Catherine beamed at him, a happy smile accompanied by a flash of white teeth and a cheeky grin that accentuated the dimple in her left cheek, and Norman felt a nervous flutter in his stomach at the sight. He wasn’t sure what the night would bring, but he knew he’d made the right choice upon seeing the beautiful woman before him smile at him as if he’d made her the happiest woman in the world.

“Well love, how about you pour us all another glass then?” Lionel indicated with a little nod of his head in the direction of the liquor cabinet “Looks like we have something to celebrate tonight”

Catherine nodded in agreement, leaning down to place her high-heeled shoes next to the club chair Lionel was seated in before getting the whiskey bottle and another glass, refilling the men’s glasses and pouring herself a generous amount of scotch as well.

As she sipped her whiskey, Catherine couldn’t help the excitement that stirred in her belly and the nervous flutter of her heart, a tattoo against her ribcage. Lionel seemed completely at ease, lounging back in the club chair like some bond-villain, long limbs sprawled elegantly like a big cat enjoying the sun on the Savannah from a vantage point, missing nothing, seeing everything. His hand beckoned her closer, a small gesture with a slightly crooked index finger around his whiskey glass, easily missed, but she complied without a word, walking over to him and lowering herself onto his lap. She settled in comfortably as the hand that wasn’t holding the whiskey glass slipped around her waist, settling on the curvature of her hip, taking another sip of her own scotch as she watched Norman for any sign of unease or discomfort. She didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he wasn’t ready for. But Norman merely watched them, eyes unreadable as he leaned against the desk casually, sharp features cast in shadows by the dim light of the room.

“You know, for all her teasing, Catherine does enjoy being told what to do from time to time” Lionel stated, voice a low rumble as drank some of his scotch and eyes raising to meet Catherine’s “Don’t you, little one?”

Norman swallowed; his entire body highly strung despite trying to relax. But how could he when the woman he had been seeing for the last several months was practically cuddling with her boyfriend, who just happened to be casually informing him she liked to be bossed around?! The whole situation was all sorts of exciting, arousing, and quite frankly nerve-wracking.

Catherine wanted to huff in protest and roll her eyes at Lionel, but something in her boyfriend’s green eyes told her that tonight wasn’t the night to misbehave. At least not with him. She could often get away with being a bit bratty, hell, she sometimes did it just to get a raise out of him and to get him to be a little rougher with her. But as she looked into his forest green eyes flecked with gold and saw the arresting look in them, she held her tongue, and nodded instead. Tonight was going to be one of those nights. She couldn’t deny that the thought excited her. She loved it when Lionel was intense and focused like that, domineering in a way that made her weak in the knees.

Then Lionel was putting down his glass of whiskey and reaching for hers, and Catherine realized with a startle it was empty. When had she finished it? She wasn’t sure, but then Lionel was putting the glass away and she didn’t care all that much about the scotch anymore.

“Good” Lionel murmured, head tilted slightly to the side as he moved his hand into her hair, running his fingers through the tresses, loving the softness of her chestnut curls as they slipped through his fingers, hand cupping the back of her head and leaning in to kiss her lightly.

The brush of his lips against hers was nothing but a feather-light touch, but it was enough to ignite the fire that had been simmering on a low burn the entire evening at the pit of her stomach. Catherine let out a soft breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, and leaned down for more, kissing Lionel more deeply.

He indulged her for a few seconds, lips moving against hers in a familiar dance, before pulling away and shaking his head.

“Tsk tsk tsk” he chided her, thumb ghosting across her cheekbone and a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth “You’ve been a tease all evening, little one... What makes you think I’d reward that kind of behavior, hmmm?”

Catherine pulled back with a slight pout on her lips, huffing out an annoyed breath at having been denied. But she knew better than to complain when Lionel was in one of his darker, more domineering moods. No, now she would just have to patiently await and see what he had in store for her. The thought was incredibly arousing, and unconsciously she shifted her weight a bit, pressing her thighs more closely together.

Lionel’s eyes narrowed as he felt the young woman in his laps stir, the lower half of her body grinding down into his ever so slightly. It caused his cock to stir within the confines of his dressing pants, and the hand around Catherine’s waist tightened fractionally in warning.

“Now now, Catherine, patience is a virtue” he gently admonished her, but there was an icy edge to his voice “Besides, it’s not me who you’ve been teasing all evening, although I must say I quite enjoyed the show”

Norman was watching the exchange, fascinated and aroused. He’d already felt the tell-tale tightening in his boxers, but he’d never expected that watching a woman he cared about being intimate with someone else would bring him such pleasure. It felt wrong, and forbidden, and all kinds of exciting, and his own breath quickened as he watched Lionel kiss Catherine.

Catherine nodded, mouth slightly parted and her own breathing quickening at the thought of Norman standing only half a dozen feet away, watching her.

“Go on then, Little One” Lionel encouraged her, nodding towards Norman “I think it’s time you stopped teasing the poor man... Wouldn’t you agree, Norman?”

“I’d say its about damn time” Norman muttered darkly, passing a hand through his hair as he put down the whiskey glass on the desk behind him with the other, watching as Catherine got to her feet and started walking towards him.

She was standing before him now, lips slightly parted and her chest rising and falling with laboured breaths as she watched him watch her, eyes darkening with desire. But she didn’t move, instead throwing a glance back over her shoulder to look at Lionel. But Norman wasn’t having any of that, not now that she was right there in front of him, so he reached out with one hand to cup the side of her face, rough calloused fingers dragging along her soft skin to grab her chin between his fingers. Angling her face in his direction he leaned in until they were only a hairs breath apart, seeing her pupils widen fractionally as he towered over her, his tall frame dwarfing hers.

“No. Don’t look at him. Look at me” he commanded, voice gruff with desire and his fingers tightening fractionally, causing the faintest of whimpers to escape past Catherine’s lips unbidden.

His other hand had snuck around her waist, pulling her into the firmness of his body, every soft curve of hers pressing along every hard line of his. The order was enough to cause arousal to pool low in her underbelly, like liquid fire spreading through her veins, and Catherine could have melted into a puddle of unadulterated desire and hormones onto the floor right then and there if it hadn’t been for his strong grip holding her up. Then he was leaning in, lips ghosting across the sensitive shell of her ear and hot breath causing her to shiver as he spoke to her.

“Now... Tell me, are you going to be a good girl and behave, or am I going to have to punish you?” Norman whispered authoritatively, nose lowering to brush down the side of her neck, followed by a teasing trail of kisses down the pale column of her throat until they reached the neckline of her dress.

“Norman... “ Catherine whimpered, hands reaching up and grasping onto his shoulders for stability, toes curling into the rug as a tremor ran through her body.

“No no no... That won’t do” Norman reprimanded her, pulling away ever so slightly and quirking his brow at the beautiful brunette. Now that he had her all to himself, he’d regained the feeling of  control he’d lacked the entire evening. And after all her teasing.... Well, let’s just say payback is a bitch.

“I need you to use your words, love” he reminded her, catching sight of Lionel watching the two of them intently. Their eyes met and Norman felt a smirk tug at his lips when Lionel nodded in approval. It seemed that on this account at least the two of them were in complete agreement “I want to hear you say it”

“I’ll behave” Catherine whispered breathlessly wanting nothing more than for Norman to touch her, to ravish her, to ruin her.

“There’s a good girl” Norman praised her, thumb brushing across her cheek and pulling her in for a kiss. His lips slant over hers, tongue coaxing them apart and dipping into the cavern of her mouth. The kiss is all tongue and teeth and pent up frustration, and Norman groaned as Catherine melted into his touch, granting her surrender. She moaned, a soft mewl in the back of her throat, fingers digging into his shoulders, scraping against the rough fabric of his suit jacket as his tongue explored every inch of her mouth, tasting, claiming, as if trying to commit every detail to memory.

The need to breathe is what forced them apart, and Catherine felt almost lightheaded as Norman takes a shuddering breath. She could feel his erection through his pants, pressing into her lower belly, layers of clothing still separating them. It was Lionel’s voice that broke the silence between them where nothing could be heard but their laboured breathing.

“Now then, Little One, be a good girl and do as your told, hmmm?”

Catherine glanced backwards to her boyfriend, finding his eyes trained on her and the tenting of his pants ample evidence of his arousal. She managed a weak nod.

“Good. Then take of your dress”

Norman swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he watched Catherine reach behind her without the slightest hesitation to pull down the zipper of her dress. She then proceeded to tug at the lace sleeves, pulling them down her arms and letting the fabric of the dress shimmy down her body and pool on the floor, revealing her lithe figure to two sets of hungry eyes. Pale skin illuminated only by the dim lighting, her breasts rising and falling with each strained breath, their heavy weight encased by the navy-coloured brassiere. Further down, the supple plains of her stomach are flanked on each side by the slight protrusion of her hipbones, matching panties revealing her shapely legs angled provocatively.

“That’s it” Lionel said encouragingly, voice edged with lust as he watched her stand before him.

“Please” Catherine plead, voice quivering with wanton need.

“Please... what, Little One?” Lionel questioned, the dominant desire in his voice painfully evident as he palmed his erection through the front of his pants.

“Please... Just.. – I need... ” she whimpered, watching Norman but not daring to move until either man gave her permission to do so.

“Need what, darling?” it was Norman’s turn now, and he bit out the words, yearning making them sharp and pointed.

“For you to touch me” Catherine stammered, rubbing her legs together to try and relieve the pressure building there “Norman, please!”

But Norman didn’t answer her. Instead, he looked over her shoulder at Lionel, who was watching, watching, eyes heavy-lidded with desire but sharp like a hawk’s nonetheless.

“Hmmm” Norman pondered, edges of his mouth curving up ever so slightly “I don’t know... Lionel? What do you think?”

“I think some payback is in order” Lionel grumbled, hands working on his belt.

“I do believe it is” Norman agreed, reaching up to tug down his tie and letting the strip of fabric drop onto the floor. His suit jacket followed suit, getting draped over the desk without a second thought, and he started working on the cufflinks on the sleeves of his dressing shirt, his jaw set firmly at the thought of all the terrible delicious teasing he had to sit through all night.

“See, love, you’re going to have to be a good girl and listen to what I tell you, all right?” Norman continued, getting to work on the buttons of his dressing shirt, fingers aggressively pushing the buttons through their respective holes in the fabric, pulling his arms through the shirt sleeves and shrugging the shirt off his shoulders with a sharp pull of his shoulders, he saw Catherine swallow nervously.  

His voice was calm, as if he were explaining something to a colleague during a meeting, but his words were dark and enticing and made Catherine weak in the knees as she managed a small nod “Good. You’ll do exactly as I say. Nothing more, nothing less. You do that, and I’ll make sure tonight ends up being very pleasurable for you. Don’t... Well, love, you don’t want to see what happens then”

This was a side of Norman Catherine hadn’t seen before. Not fully, at least. She’d seen flashes of the domineering man before her, moments when they were together where she wondered what might happen if she dug a little deeper, pushed a little harder. It seemed tonight she was going to find out. The thought was thrilling, and Catherine was sure the panties she was wearing were already ruined, and neither man had even touched her yet.

“Go on, Little One” Lionel’s voice sounded ffro behind her, the hoarse edge to his voice a tell-tale sign of his desire “Go to him and show him what a good girl you are”

Tentatively Catherine took a step forward until she was face to face with Norman’s bare chest. Slowly she raised her hands to his broad shoulders, tracing the shape of his sternum and rubbing her hands down his lean chest, a bit of hair dusted down the plains of his stomach and disappearing under the waistband of his pants. Peeking up at him from under her lashes Catherine took a hold of his belt buckle, deftly undoing it and starting on pulling the leather through the loops of fabric and letting it fall to the ground. As her hand reached for the zipper, Norman’s hands came to encase her own, and he shook his head, shushing her in a castigating manner.

“Not so quick love... I don’t think you’ve earned it yet” he told her sternly.

“Then tell me what to do” Catherine breathed on an exhale, voice husky with desire.

Norman chuckled, watching her eagerness and feeling his cock stir within the confines of his pants. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to continue this for long, for he wanted her. All of her. Utterly and completely.

“So eager to please” he mused, a hand coming up to cup her face. It then slid to the back of her head and pulled her impossibly close, eyes still locked and his other hand coming to rest on the naked skin of her waist.

She was standing in front of him, between his legs, with his feet planted firmly on the floor at about shoulder-width. Leaning back against the desk he guided her closer to his body, manoeuvring one of his legs between her own until she was straddling his thigh, her toes just brushing the ground as she held onto him. One of her hands was on his waist, the other on his shoulder, and she was looking up at him, doe-like eyes wide and trusting, lips slightly parted to aid her breathing.

“Show me” he ordered her “Show me how much you want it”

The pressure of Norman’s leg at the apex of her thighs was enough to spur Catherine into action, and she ground her body down into his, rocking her hips into the cradle of his thighs. The motion earned her a soft growl from him, a deep sound in the back of his throat that reverberated through her and struck a chord deep inside. It brought a triumphant smile to her lips, and she repeated the motion. The friction of the fabric of his dressing pants against her damp core was enough to cause her to shudder, legs involuntarily trying to shove close as she moaned softly.

“That’s it” Norman encouraged her; his own voice breathless as he watched her ride his thigh “That’s a good girl”

Catherine was pretty sure she’d combust right then and there. She must have soaked through her panties by now, but she didn’t care. His muscled thigh was between her legs, providing her the support she needed, his hand still on her waist and guiding her motions. His other hand was at the back of her head, cupping the back of her neck as he looked at her, watching every emotion flit across her face, every change in expression. Delight, gratification, lust, desire, they all blended together into a desperate need that overwhelmed everything else.

She’d set a slow but steady rhythm; afraid she’d lose control of her faculties if she took what she needed from him. Her breathing quickened, a low pressure starting to build at the pit of her stomach, like a hot coil waiting to unfurl and snap. Behind her she could her Lionel’s breathing deepening, and she couldn’t help the moan that spilled past her lips, almost like a prayer.

“She must be completely soaked by now” Lionel’s low grumble brought her back from the haze of pleasure that had settled over Catherine’s mind like a heated blanket, occluding any and all coherent thoughts.

“Hmmm... Let’s see... Are you wet, love?” Norman asked, raising an eyebrow at her as the hand that was resting on her waist made its way down her belly, brushing the lace of her underwear and slipping underneath with practiced ease. A pair of long slender fingers brushed past her folds, and a soft whimper escaped Catherine as they found her more than ready, now slick with the moisture gathered there as she rocked onto his hand causing him to chuckle.

“So impatient” he murmured, fingers stroking softly, gently, and then pressing down further, slipping inside with ease and then curling upwards, causing Catherine to curse under her breath as her legs nearly gave way under her, trying to clamp down on his hand.

“She’s nearly there” Norman commented casually, fingers leisurely pumping in and out of her wet heat, thumb brushing across her clit, Catherine now a moaning mess as her fingers dug into his waist and shoulder, desperate to cling to something for stability as her hips bucked out of her control. Norman was glancing over Catherine’s shoulder to where Lionel was sitting the older man having taken himself out the confinement of his pants and stroking his cock at the sight of Catherine nearly becoming undone by another man’s touch “What do you think? Should I make her come?”

Catherine didn’t her Lionel’s reply, but he must have nodded in affirmation because Norman curled his fingers inside of her, brushing against that particular spot that made her see stars, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come for me” Norman encouraged her, fingers stroking deeper, pressing harder. It was his granted permission that sent Catherine over the edge, the pressure that had been building cresting as she came undone, moaning Norman’s name as if it were a prayer.

“And now... Now I am going to fuck you the way you deserve after your relentless teasing this evening, you little vixen” Norman announced as he pulled his fingers from her, raising the two digits glistening with her wetness and slowly raising them to his lips. The sight was maddeningly erotic and Catherine whimpered, still trying to recover from her first orgasm.

But then Norman was standing up, and Catherine found her legs nearly giving out underneath her, and she stumbled forward towards the window. She’d never been happier than she was now that the windows were tinted, see-through only in one direction. Below her, the never-ending city life continued, although at this hour the traffic had died down to a trickle on the nearly empty streets. A few people scurried by, shielded from the weather by long rain-coats and umbrellas. When had it started raining?

The thought was soon forgotten when Norman came up behind her. She was transfixed by their reflection displayed on the glass window that overlooked the dark streets outside. It was late at night, and the street lights had turned on, spreading a warm glow into the otherwise chilly and dark evening. His body was heavy against her back. Oppressive. She felt small, cornered, trapped between the sheet of glass and the heat radiating off his body. He was standing incredibly close to her, heat from his body seeping into hers on one side, the cool glass on the other. Then his hands were on her back, working in the clasp of her bra, and then that was falling away too, bearing her to his gaze. His breath, hot on her shoulder, caused a shiver of excitement to dance down her spine.

But Catherine wanted more of him, all of him, and opened her eyes to look at Norman over her shoulder. Her hair had become undone, and he’d pushed it to one side, allowing him to kiss every skin of inch visible to him from this position. Now he used the moment to lean in and claim her lips in a heated kiss that obliterated any other thought except having him. She moaned his name, and he smiled, leaning in for another kiss that left her breathless.

“Spread your legs” he commanded, and she almost didn’t recognize his voice, whispered against the back of her neck, hot breath fanning the sensitive shell of her ear. When she didn’t move quickly enough, he maneuvered her closer to the window himself, removing his fingers from inside her and his hands gripping her hips on either side.

He was coaxing her legs a bit further apart and pressing against her more closely, and she could feel her backside hitting the front of his hips. Hearing the sound of his pants being undone, settling around his legs, was like music to her ears. A second later, he was dragging her panties down her legs, and she was powerless to stop him. Not that she’d wanted to. No, not in a million years.

“Now look at me, Catherine” Norman ordered, his voice gruff with desire.

Her eyes opened obediently, meeting his in the reflection spread over the glass. His eyes were a deep stormy blue now, the kind of deep and churning blue that the ocean turns during a storm. The hues of blue married with the lighter tones of icy blue and almost silver, about to obliterate her and leaving her powerless to do anything but let herself be consumed by it. Then, he grunted, guiding his erection between her legs, and she lost all coherent thoughts. All she could do was feel. Him. Her. Ice cold glass. The knowledge that Lionel was right there watching her be taken by another man, pinned against the window of his own office.

Norman never broke eye-contact, and Catherine found herself unable to look away, the feelings that had been churning inside of her only intensifying at an intimate moment such as this. She felt overwhelmed by it, and it scared her, to know that she already cared about him so deeply.

A sound tore from her throat, something like a soft throaty mewl, and her head rolled back against Norman’s shoulder. His lips teased the pale column of her throat, her insides twisting and struggling to keep up with the sensations of brushing between her legs. Unable to suppress another moan her eyes fluttered close, her breath fogging up the glass as Normana teased her, fingers reaching down again to brush against the bundle of nerves as pressure started building inside of her again.

Norman grunted, his hips snapping forward as he drove himself inside of her as he skillfully teased and coaxed more sounds from Catherine, who was now shuddering with desire, having trouble keeping her legs from bucking from the sheer pleasure of it. Every inch of her felt heavy, her reaction to him so strong it frankly scared her a little. Her heart. Her head. That spot between her legs. Her breasts....as if reading her mind Norman’s hand reached down, heavy fingers drifting up her torso to cup the right one. Catherine’s back arched, gasping as a million nerve endings seemed to come alive at his very touch, continuing his torturous ministrations. She panted against the glass, breathless, when finally he cupped her breast fully and rough calloused fingers tugging at her nipple.

Her heart was in his palm, pulsing madly with each harsh stroke of his fingers between her legs, each pull of of those long deft fingers at her aching nipples. Overwhelmed, she squeezed her eyes shut to block out the view of her reflection in the window, mouth slightly parted. The feeling of him inside of her was overwhelming, and she couldn’t feel anything but him. Her hips undulated against him, chasing his touch, but he was teasing her, his caresses nothing more than a feather-light touch. She couldn’t stand it, and felt her muscles clench around his cock, trying to coax him deeper inside of her.

Norman hissed between his teeth, and her body moved against his in a frantic rhythm, seeking something that was just out of reach. His hand came around her waist, sliding down the taunt muscles of her stomach and reaching the apex of her thighs, pressing against that bundle of nerves, stimulating her. It sent her over the edge, her body gripping his tightly to her, her eyes fluttering close as she let her head fall back against his shoulder, ripples of pleasure causing Norman to become undone as well with a guttural sound that caught in his throat.

Catherine was surprised he could keep her up at all, since all her muscles seemed to have stopped working alltogether, as she could barely catch herself against the cold, damp glass. A sheen of sweat covered her body, and as Norman pulled away from her she nearly whimpered at the loss of contact.

Quietly pulling up his pants Norman approached her, taking her into his arms as Catherine watched him, still trying to catch her breath.

“Wow...” she managed; her voice hoarse as she blinked up at the man before her “That was.... incredible”

“I don’t think you’re quite done yet, love” Norman told her with a small smile, leaning in to brush a strand of hair from her face, the hair damp with sweat and clinging to her skin as he nodded his head in the direction of Lionel.

Catherine shuddered, desire rekindling in her belly despite the tired languidness stealing over her. But Lionel was beckoning her closer, and she couldn’t resist him. He was stroking his cock, slick with precum, and watching her through hooded eyes.

“Come here, Little One” he murmured, but his voice was gentle now, the urgency out of his voice now that Norman had taken his fill.

Catherine wanted to walk over to him, but nearly stumbled, holding onto Norman’s forearm to stabilise herself. Norman chuckled, hand resting gently on her lower back as he waited for her to regain her balance.

She hummed in agreement, coming to stand before him and spreading her legs to straddle his waist. Her hands were on Lionel’s shoulders, and she reached down with one hand to wrap around his cock, aligning it with her entrance and slowly sinking down on him, taking him inch by inch. Her walls quivered around him, and she moaned at the sensation of being so full. With Norman if had been explosively passionate, but this was tantalisingly slow. When her hips settled against Lionel’s, she let herself fall forward, his hands immediately coming up to hold her. Her face was pressed into the crook of his neck, hair tumbling wildly around her shoulders as she pressed her lips to the skin there, nipping softly and earning her a soft groan from Lionel as his hips bucked upwards. It elicited a moan from her and she shifted slowly up and down, raising herself a little bit before sinking down on him again. It was a slow rhythm, sensuous and passionate, and Lionel whispered sweet nothings in her ear, one hand brushing into her wayward strands of hair and raising her head as to kiss her slowly.

“That’s it, Little One” he growed, lips brushing against hers once, twice, thrice “Just a little longer”

Catherine moaned when a particular roll of his hips hit that spot inside of her just right, and she shuddered in his arms, hands tightening in his shoulders.

“Lionel” she whimpered, feeling her body start to quake with desire again, the coil in her belly about to unravel yet again “Please”

It was her breathless plea that sent him over the edge, and Lionel spent himself inside of her, groaning out her name between clenched teeth as he held her close, hips bucking out of his control. She convulsed around him, her own pleasure cresting soon after, sagging into his chest, the two of them breathing heavily as they both lay spent.

Catherine was feeling utterly and completely tired, cradled in Lionel’s arms, and didn’t feel like moving for the next century.

“Come on, Little One” Lionel urged after a brief silence in which they both tried to catch their breath “Let me take you to bed”

A non-committal hum was all she could manage, but Catherine was able to gather the last remnants of energy she possessed and stood up, aided by Norman, who was there to wrap his suit jacket around her shoulders, covering her nakedness, an arm around her waist as he held her while Lionel tucked himself back into his pants and also raised to his feet.

“There’s a guestroom down the hall, if you like” Lionel spoke up quietly. There was no awkwardness in his voice, no disagreements or accusations or uncertainties.

“That’d be great, thanks” Norman accepted, wondering what kind of relationship he’d gotten himself into as he watched the woman in his arms look up at him with a tired but satisfied smile dancing across her lips.

Catherine stood up on her tippy toes to press her lips against the underside of his jaw.

“Tonight was wonderful” she whispered, leaning back and brushing a few strands of hair from her face back behind her ear “Thank you”

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed” Lionel murmured, taking Catherine’s hand and guiding her in the direction of the door.

Norman watched as they head out into the hallway, Catherine throwing one last lingering glance over her shoulder in his direction. And then they were gone, leaving him to wonder whether he’d made the whole thing up, or if maybe it had all been a dream.

Somehow, he doubted it.

#Norman Osborn #Willem Dafoe #OC: Lionel Kingsley #OC: Catherine Carlisle #older men #silver foxes #erotica #smut #lemon #lime #my writing #original writing

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A Taste of Bliss Pt. 2

A Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe) x (female) OC x male OC (Charles Dance) - One-Shot [Smut]

Synopsis: Whilst attending a charity event, Catherine Carlisle gets tired of all the political mumbo jumbo and seeks solace at the open bar, where she runs into no other than Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe). The ruthless businessman and billionaire catches her eye, but there’s one problem: she didn’t attend the event by herself… With her partner/boyfriend/boss Lionel Kingsley (Charles Dance) at her side, what will Catherine do in order to get what she wants?

In this second part to ‘A Taste of Bliss’, Norman takes Catherine up on her offer of showing her just exactly what kind of man he is. Now that she’s got Lionel’s approval, Catherine is all for getting Norman alone and seeing what the scientist-turned-billionaire has to offer.

Warnings: smut, cursing, sex (lots of it), mild sub/dom undertones, threesome (sort of).

<< Part 1

~.… Rasavada; the taste of bliss in the absence of all thought…~

“How about instead of telling me, you just show me?”

Catherine’s words lingering in the silence that followed her question, Norman could not believe his ears. Never had he been propositioned so openly, so brazenly, by a woman. And a beautiful one at that. Despite his initial discomfort about her apparently open relationship with Lionel Kingsley, he found himself drawn to the beautiful brunette, who was still looking at him expectantly in answer to her bold proposal.

“I-I’m…” clearing his throat, Norman found himself at a loss of words.

“It’s really quite simple” Catherine breathed, leaning in again until their faces were close together, so close Norman could see the flecks of green in her mocha eyes sparkling under the dim lighting of the bar.

“…It’s either a yes-” their lips were inches apart now, and Norman could feel her warm breath brush across his skin, and the scent of her hair washed over him. She smelled of lavender and something sweet, like honey “-or a no”

And all he wanted to do in that instant was lean in and kiss her. She must have read the intent in his eyes, for Catherine pulled away again, a teasing smile on her lips.

“I don’t think I have it in me to refuse you” Norman breathed on an exhale, raising a hand to brush his jaw in exasperation as he watched a triumphant smirk curve those plump lips upwards.

“That’s not a yes, Mr. Osborne” Catherine reminded him, rising an eyebrow questioningly as she reached for his hands, which were clasped together and resting in his lap, his legs still crossed at the ankles. Her manicured nails traced a path across the back of his hands, and then gently took a hold of them, her dainty hands dwarfed by his larger ones.

“It’s most definitely a yes, Miss Carlisle” Norman acquiesced, thumb brushing the back of her hands and feeling the fire re-ignite in his lower belly at the desire he saw in her eyes.

“Good” she agreed wholeheartedly, hopping off the barstool whilst grabbing her clutch bag with one hand, the other still securely wrapped in Normand’s grasp “Let’s go then”

Norman rose to his feet as well, letting Catherine lead the way. She guided the two of them around most of the crowd, managing to remain inconspicuous and not attracting too much attention. When they reached the main entrance to the event hall, Norman watched her throw one lingering look over her shoulder, and, following her gaze, he saw Lionel watching the two of them depart the charity event, an undecipherable look in the older mans’ eyes. But he gave Catherine a reassuring smile before turning back to the conversation he was having with one of his shareholders.

Once they arrived at the entrance hall, Norman quickly looked around, unsure exactly as to what he was looking for. A part of him didn’t wish to be seen leaving the event with someone half his age and someone else’s girlfriend to boot, he supposed, but another part of him knew he was getting impatient. Now that the decision had been made, he felt his desire for the beautiful brunette rising rapidly. There was no one there except the two people at reception, a man who was busy taking a phone call, and a woman who seemed too preoccupied with her phone to notice anything else.

Turning on him, Catherine raised an eyebrow at him again in question, their hands still entwined as Norman thought about his options “So, where to, Mr. Osborne?”

“Where do you live?” Norman asked, wondering wat the smartest-and fastest option was. As she gave him the address, his brow furrowed as he thought about his options.  His own home was at least a forty-five minute drive away, and so was hers, no matter if he called his chauffeur or a cab. He figured they could go to the nearest hotel, but then he’d also have to go to the reception and either ask for a cab or again, summon his driver. Neither of those options quite appealed to him.

“Any preference?” he asked, glancing around the empty entrance hall.

“Not particularly” Catherine shrugged, before leaning in and conspiratorially whispering in his ear “Although I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself if we are to take a cab somewhere”

Her hot breath fanning the sensitive shell of his ear Norman shivered at her words, his arousal becoming painfully evident in the tightening of his dressing pants.

“So, you tell me, Mr. Osborne… where would you like me?”

“You’re an alluring little vixen, you know that?” Norman groaned, raising a hand to adjust his tie and loosening it a bit in an attempt to ignore his heightened state of arousal. Upon seeing her knowing smirk, he answered his own question “Of course you do dammit. You’re a terrible tease, that’s what you are”

“Oh don’t act like you’re not enjoying this every bit as much as I am” she challenged him, stepping in close, looking up at him as she used the hand that wasn’t encased in his to cup his erection through the front of his pants. Her movement was shielded from any possible prying eyes at the reception since she was with her back to them, but Norman nevertheless held his breath at the thought of being caught fondling a woman half his age in the lobby of his  own damn building. Her eyes were trained on his, hooded and dark with desire, and he felt his pulse quicken at her brazen move.

Then she stepped away again, and the moment was gone, leaving the air charged with something akin to electricity but what Norman nonetheless knew to be unresolved sexual tension.

“My office” he finally managed, starting towards the elevator on the other side of the lobby.

“Ooh how very adventurous of you” Catherine giggled as she let herself be guided to the elevator doors, Norman releasing her hand in favour of pressing his against her lower back as they waited or the elevator to come down to their floor, doors opening with a loud ‘ping’.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Getting me all riled up?” Norman grumbled under his breath; voice gruff with desire as he cast a sideways glance to the gorgeous woman next to him.

“Of course I am!” Catherine admitted freely “It’s always so exciting to see just how far I can push a man before he finally gives in to his most wicked desires”

They stepped into the elevator together, standing side by side, and you wouldn’t be able to tell from either of them that they were both itching at the chance to jump eachothers’ bones. Especially Norman was having a hard time refraining himself from giving into the deepest darkest desires that were running through his mind right then and there. But something was nagging at him, a thought that had occurred to him briefly but that now wouldn’t let him be.

“You know, I’d be a fool to at least not considering the possibility of corporate espionage here” he finally said, glancing sideways at Catherine as the elevator doors slid closed in front of them. He then proceeded to press the button of the top floor, seeing Catherine take a couple of steps backwards until her back was against the wall of the elevator.

Norman expected her to get angry, for Catherine to accuse him of being an opportunistic jerk and perhaps even deny his statement. What he did not in fact expect, was for her to lean her head back against the metal surface of the elevator walls and let out a laugh as she closed her eyes.

When she opened them, Catherine found the look of surprise more than endearing as Norman seemed rather confused at her reaction “I gotta tell you, Norman, getting accused of corporate espionage is about the last thing I had in mind when you opened your mouth just now”

“Can’t be careful enough these days, especially after the hostile takeover attempt I averted last week” Norman shrugged “So my apologies if I thought that an absolutely breathtakingly beautiful woman just showing up out of the blue offering to cater to every one of my desires  was a bit suspicious”  

Taking a step towards her, Norman towered over her, his presence near her almost oppressive, but the way her eyes darkened told him all he needed to know.

Catherine had to give it to the man, he had a point. Instead of being offended, she tilted her head to the side a bit and decided to see if she could push some more of his buttons instead “Well, feel free to conduct a strip-search, you know, to put your mind at ease?”

The way she teasingly shrugged her shoulders, dark hair cascading around them in loose waves, her fancy updo now undone and her dark eyes trained on his grey ones nearly took Norman’s breath away. His resolve was wearing thin, and he didn’t have much left in him that was willing to fight the wave of desire that he felt towards her. What she said next eliminated all other thoughts of not going through with it, and he knew he had to have her.

“As long as you promise to be extremely thorough…” her words were accompanied by her reaching to take a hold of one of his hands with her own. She’d spread her legs a tiny bit, just enough for the slit up the side of the dress to fall open and reveal her long and slender legs angled provocatively. She then proceeded to tug him towards her, until there was no space separating them, and guided his hand to the side of her leg, just above the knee, on its way to a dangerous path up the inside of her thigh…

“You’re impossible” Norman groaned, feeling his fingers against the soft and pliant skin of her inner thigh and the soft contours of her body pressed against every hard line of his. Her other hand was splayed on his chest, inching upwards as she sucked in a breath when his cool fingers made contact with her flesh. He hadn’t even touched her there, where she needed him the most, and yet there was heat pooling at the juncture of her thighs. It nearly drove her insane, but she bit her lip, trying to keep her cool.

“And what are you going to do about it?” she whispered, leaning up to press a teasing kiss to the underside of his jaw. He hadn’t shaved, and the one-day stubble scratched against her lips in a delightful prickle.

It took everything he had to not ravish her right then and there, but somehow Norman managed. Leaning down he caught the triumphant look in Catherine’s’ eyes, but just before he claimed her lips in what would have been a bruising kiss, he held himself back, and instead slowly, slowly, leaning in further and instead pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek and whispering in her ear “I’m going to make you pay for it…”

Catherine couldn’t stop the shiver of delight that danced down her spine at Norman’s words. Usually she was the one setting the rules, completely in control. No guy she’d ever set her sights on had refused her advances, and she’d been able to steer their desires into whatever channels she deemed appropriate. In the end, they were always so compliant, so eager to please. So predictable. But not Norman. From the moment she’d met him, she’d known he was different. A part of her was scared about what it might mean, especially considering the delicate nature of the arrangement she had with Lionel, but another part of her was unable to refuse the challenge he presented.

Before she could formulate a response, the elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open noiselessly, their arrival announced by the mechanical ‘ping’.

“Ladies first” Norman mused, pulling away and watching the look of mixed emotions on Catherine’s face as she tried to compose herself. A part of him felt triumphant to see that she too was affected by the undeniable torrent of emotions that was threatening to consume him whole. The need and desire he’d seen in her eyes before he’d almost kissed her had been confirmation enough that they both felt the same. It eased his worried about her intentions somehow, knowing she wasn’t able to completely keep her cool either.

With a shaky breath Catherine stepped into the hallway. There were several offices on both sides of the hallway, but only one door at the end with Norman’s name on it in a cursive font on a small glass nameplate.

Norman was lost in the seductive sway of her hips as Catherine walked towards his office, but he snapped out of it when she threw him a knowing look over her shoulder. It seemed that they were equally matched in this game of push and pull they were both engaged in. He came to a stop beside her and quickly raised his hand to press his thumb into the small container next to the nameplate. The black substance within was semi-fluid, and after a few seconds the door to his office clicked open with a soft whirring noise from the mechanical mechanism.

“Biomemetic gel” he replied when he saw Catherine’s look of surprise “It doesn’t just verify the fingerprint; it also checks for a heartbeat”

“I didn’t know that was already on the market. Last I heard it was still in the prototype stage”

“It is” Norman didn’t elaborate further, and Catherine didn’t press the matter. Instead, she stepped inside his office. It was spacious and elegantly decorated, with wooden panelling and floor-to-ceiling windows across one entire side of the office. A sizeable desk stood in front of the window, with the chairs back turned to it and a laptop on one side the only thing cluttering the surface. Modern and yet luxurious, Catherine found herself comparing the interior design to the one Lionel had at his office, noticing the subtle differences between the two powerful men. Whereas Lionel preferred a more old-fashioned air of grandeur comprising light colours, wooden décor and elegant wooden bookcases, Norman seemed to prefer chrome and steel, matched with open spaces and a spartan interior.

“Now, would you like me to open my purse so you can go through the contents?” Catherine said after finishing her assessment of the interior of the office “That is, if you’re still worried about corporate espionage…”

Norman shook his head, walking over to and taking the clutch bag from her outstretched hand “I wouldn’t have let you in here if I thought that you were here to steal company secrets”

He then tossed the handbag onto one of the couches near the low table on one side of the office, the black leather in stark contrast with the flashing silver sequins of the handbag.

“Glad to hear it” Catherine said as Norman stepped closer to her, a hair’s breadth separating them as they looked at eachother, wondering who would budge first.

“You really do enjoy it, don’t you?” Norman mused, looking down at the beautiful brunette as she met his gaze unflinchingly “Pushing a man to the breaking point?”

“Hmmm….” Catherine hummed in acknowledgement, raising her hands and placing them on his shoulders, fingers tracing the collar of the suit jacket and teasingly dipping underneath it, feeling goosebumps raise in the wake of her nails slightly tracing his neck “There’s just something so… exhilarating, so thrilling, about pushing a man to that point. Seeing what he’s capable of when all he does is want and need and take…”

Then she was pushing the suit jacket from his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and any words he might have wanted to say died in his throat as her nails dragged down his chest, ruffling the fabric of his dressing shirt, following the planes of his stomach, and down even further, until they could tug the shirt free from his pants, fingers deftly starting to undo the buttons.

“Catherine…Jesus- fuck!” Norman groaned as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and teasingly scratched her nails over his shoulders as she relieved him of his shirt. He’d shrugged off the fabric and saw the clothing garment fall onto the floor next to his suit jacket, but any and all thoughts had been grounded until further notice by the rampant desire that was consuming him by each and every one of Catherine’s touches.

“So, tell me, Norman, what is it you want? What do you need from me?” Catherine’s voice was a hushed whisper against the skin of his throat as she let her tongue dart out to trail a way down the side of his neck, nipping at the skin right where it joined the shoulder “What is it you wish to take?”

Raising his hands his fingers tangled in her hair as they cupped her face, brushing the hair away and the rough pads of his fingers grabbing her chin between his fingers as he angled her head upwards, grey eyes meeting brown as he leaned down to claim her lips.

The kiss was heated, thorough, and all-consuming, and Catherine nearly whimpered at the intensity of it. Norman’s lips were encasing her own, tongue stroking against hers and eliciting a soft mewl from the back of her throat as she leaned into the kiss.

“You” he finally managed, voice hoarse as he kissed her again “I want- no, need- all of you”

Hearing his desire for her stated so plainly was both exhilarating and incredibly exciting, and Catherine found her own arousal spiking in the wake of Norman’s whispered words. Taking a step backwards she put some distance between them, the confused look on Norman’s face only adding to her excitement. She then reached sideways with one hand to reach the zipper of her dress, which ran all the way down to her waist. As she pulled it down, the grey fabric of her dress fell open and away, revealing a tantalising amount of skin bared to Norman’s heated gaze. She wasn’t wearing a brassiere underneath the dress, it being backless and all, and Catherine revelled in the look of admiration when she shrugged the straps from her shoulders, the dress falling away to her waist before shimmering down her hips and legs and landing in a heavy heap of fabric around her feet- leaving her standing in nothing but her heels and some lace panties.

“Then take it” she encouraged him, beckoning him closer to her.

Norman didn’t need to be told twice and stepped forward until he could wrap his hands around her waist, the feel of her naked skin beneath his fingers incredibly erotic. Catherine reached up to wrap her hands around his neck, letting Norman set the pace as he leaned down to kiss her again. He took his time, hands trailing up along her sides before tracing down her back in a sensual caress. The soft little noise of contentment she made was enough to spur him into action, and now it was his turn to tease her. Slowly he kissed her lips, soft and pliant underneath his own, pressing soft little kisses to her cheek, breathing a hot breath into her ear and smirking when she shivered. Her fingers had threaded into his hair, nails scraping his skull as they tangled into his rakishly long strands, her other hand grabbing onto his shoulder.

“Norman…” her voice was a soft whisper, laced with want and hoarse with desire.

“…yes?” he replied, his voice a soft rumble against her skin as he kissed his way down the pale column of her throat, hands still holding her close, bodies pressed closely together.

Sensing she wasn’t getting anything else from him Catherine reached up with her other hand to cup the side of his face and raise his head to look at him “Now who’s teasing?”

Her thumb was brushing his lower lip, and with a smirk that showed the crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes Norman let his tongue dart out to teasingly brush across her finger. He heard Catherine suck in a sharp breath and, one hand raising from her waist, he held her wrist in a strong yet tender grip, slowly pushing her thumb into his mouth and softly biting on the soft pad of her finger.

“You caught me” he admitted freely, letting her finger pop from his mouth and watching her eyes glaze over with desire.

“Payback is a bitch” Catherine admitted, pouting when Norman let go of her hand.

The pout was soon replaced with a sigh of contentment when his hand reached down in between their bodies and found his way tracing a dangerous path up her inner thigh. As they reached the apex of her thighs Catherine nearly combusted then and there, but his long deft fingers made quick work of tugging her underwear down her legs so she could step out of them. To her surprise Norman followed suit, kneeling at her feet as his hands traced down her legs, kneading the soft flesh and tracing the contour of her limbs, lips following the path his fingers had taken, starting dangerously high on the inside of her thighs. It made her wish he’d continue his ministrations elsewhere, where she wanted-no, needed- him, but when his fingers massaged her calves and his mouth pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her leg she relented, fingers threading into Norman’s hair as she let out a soft moan. His fingers made quick work of the straps of her heels, and she stepped out of them gingerly. Norman took one of her feet in his hands and massaged the sole of her feet, fingers tracing up the underside and then up her calves again, before repeating the process on her other foot.

“Norman… please” Catherine finally whimpered, looking down to find him looking up at her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a smirk curving his lips upwards.

“Now now, Miss Carlisle, patience is a virtue” Norman teased as he let her feet down onto the floor before rising to his feet.

“And you accuse me of being a tease” Catherine grumbled, stretching her hand out for Norman to take and pulling him to his feet.

“But that’s a discussion for another time… right now, you’re wearing too many clothes” she then mused, before starting to undo Norman’s belt buckle.

“You’ll hear no complaints from me in that regard” Norman said as Catherine pulled the leather through the loops and dropped the belt to the floor before starting on his zipper. Soon his pants and boxers joined the other discarded clothes on the floor and Norman kicked off his shoes.

“Glad to see I’m not the only one left wanting” Catherine commented with a pointed look at Norman’s groin, where his arousal was quite evident.

“Aaand we’re back to teasing” Norman joked with a pointed look as he took her in his arms again.

“Oh sush, you’re incorrigible yourself” Catherine admonished whilst reaching between their bodies and taking a hold of his excitement, wrapping her hands around him while keeping a close eye on Norman’s face, who closed his eyes and groaned as she slowly moved up and down.

“See?” Catherine said in a hushed voice as she stood on her toes to be able to whisper in his ear “No teasing”

“The hell you are” Norman gritted, wondering what was more important to him: his desire for Catherine or what was left of his pride. A part of him wanted to prove to her that he could be the one to push her to the edge without giving into his urges and desires, but then Catherine rocked her hips into the cradle of his thighs and he decided he could live without his pride.

Grabbing onto her waist Norman hoisted her up, and Catherine wrapped her legs around his waist without hesitation, trusting the older man to hold her up. Her hand cupped the back of his neck bringing his lips down to hers for a searing kiss, and she grinned triumphantly when Norman moaned into her mouth. Grinding her hips down onto his groin she felt him walk the two of them backwards, and then he was gently lowering her down onto the cold surface of the desk. He was standing between her legs, out of breath and looking down at her with eyes clouded with desire. Norman smirked against her skin, eyes drinking in her naked figure, the lithe lines of her body in stark contrast against the semi-darkness of the room. One hand still threaded in his hair she lowered the other to guide his hand back to between her legs, and she sighed as his fingers brushed the oversensitive flesh at the juncture of her thighs, finding the moisture gathered there and reveling in his gentle touch. Then he pressed deeper, the caresses becoming more insistent and his fingers sliding easily along her flesh, eliciting a loud moan from her throat.

Norman groaned when Catherine leaned up to kiss him deeply, the feeling of her soft and warm body pressed against his, her wetness, the little whimper of pleasure that escaped her as she grinded herself against his hand, it was captivating. Her arms wound around his neck more tightly, her breasts pressing into his chest as he kissed his way down her throat, teasing the skin there with his teeth just hard enough to make it the pleasurable kind of pain. His roughness surprised her, and Catherine’s head lolled backwards as she groaned out a desperate plea.

Catherine gasped as he nipped at her shoulder before soothing the ache with his tongue, before his lips traced the curve of her breast and her fingers in his hair pulled him impossibly close to her, and when he thumbed her nipple she couldn’t help the soft mewl that escaped her. Cupping his face to bring his lips up to meet hers Catherine let her hand wander down his lean chest down the plains of his stomach, taking a hold of his length. Not breaking eye-contact she wiggled her hips closer, and a breathless plea escaping her when he sank into her. Norman’s hands sprang to her hips to hold on as she settled onto his length. Allowing herself a few moments to adjust to his size, Catherine started rocking her hips, eliciting another moan from Norman. Thrusting up into her Norman set a steady pace, Catherine’s hips rocking to meet his movements, her hands tracing his shoulders, holding him close. She matched each one of his thrust with her own strokes, body arching into him as she called his name almost religiously.

They were lost in the moment, their motions becoming more frenzied as they moved in unison. Sweat gathered on their skin, hands gripping on tightly and labored breathing filling the room. Norman found he couldn’t keep down his voice, moaning loudly as Catherine threw back her head and letting out a breathy cry. Their fevered pace quickened, faster and faster still. Catherine could feel her pleasure cresting, like a pressure building up and threatening to overwhelm her, a heated coil settling into her lower belly about to unravel and sending fire rushing through her veins. Feeling Norman pulse inside of her, chasing his own release, Catherine came undone around him, her body shuddering and convulsing around him as Norman groaned in extasy.  

As they both regained their breath, Catherine leaned back into his embrace, Norman placing a soft kiss against her temple as he brushed away a few damp locks from her forehead. Lazily reaching up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw, she tucked her head under Normans’ chin as he carried her over to the couch, settling the two of them down onto the expensive leather.

“Now that… was absolutely incredible” Catherine murmured against his skin, curling up against him, his arm wrapped protectively around her waist, a leg lazily thrown over his thigh as she cuddled into his side.

“You won’t hear me claim otherwise” Norman agreed, hand carelessly drawing figures onto the skin of her back.

“Glad you could overcome your reluctance towards my rather unconventional relationship status” Catherine admitted, nuzzling into his chest as her hand splayed on his ribcage.

Norman nearly stopped breathing as he listened to her, the soft purr of her voice mesmerizing but he found his voice “You said earlier that you like to… push men to their breaking point… but you’re never afraid you will push them too far? That they’ll hurt you?”

“Never” Catherine shrugged, and then elaborated “I’m always the one in control-either that or I trust the other person completely enough to surrender control to them, and there’s very few people who I trust enough to do that with”

“Lionel” Norman said softly, and it wasn’t a question. He wasn’t sure why he was bringing the man up, but he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around what had happened.

“Yes”

As if somehow their conversation had prompted a response, a soft buzzing noise came from the purse laying on the far side of the couch. Catherine reached behind her for her purse, knowing it could only be one person. Fishing her phone from her purse she pressed the button to the side and the screen lit up, showing a single message.

_Everything all right love? -_ [Lionel]

“Are you going to answer that?” Norman queried, unsure whether or not he was going to like the answer.

“If that’s allright with you?” Catherine shrugged “I told you Lionel is fine with me seeking out the company of other men on the rare occasions I feel inclined to do so…”

“No, no, go ahead” Norman murmured, wondering how on earth he was allright with the situation playing out right then and there. He watched as Catherine unlocked the phone and typed out a quick reply.

_I’m allright (and in good company). How’s the party going downstairs?_ [Catherine]

“And you’re absolutely certain he won’t… take a swing at me next time I see him?” Norman asked, and he was only half joking.

Catherine snickered, but before she could answer the phone vibrated as Lionel’s reply came in.

_A lot less interesting than your evening, I’d wager_ [Lionel]

_You’re just jealous you’re stuck downstairs and I get to have all the fun_ [Catherine]

_Damn right I am_ [Lionel]

“Jesus….” Norman groaned as he watched the chat unravel before him.

“Told you” Catherine replied, before pushing herself up on one elbow to look Norman in the eyes “Please tell me you’re okay with this?”

“Why? Why is it important what I think about this… arrangement of yours with Lionel?” Norman inquired.

“Because I want to see you again” Catherine explained, cupping the side of his face with one hand and giving him a questioning look “That is… if you want to?”

Norman swallowed, not entirely certain this was a good idea, but at the same time realizing he didn’t have it in him to refuse her. Catherine was a captivating woman, and he was drawn to her in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Leaning in to press their forheads together he raised a hand to brush against her cheek, looking into her eyes before finally answering her question.

“Yes, yes I do”

>> Part 3

#Norman Osborn #Willem Dafoe #OC: Lionel Kingsley #OC: Catherine Carlisle #smut #erotica #lemon #lime #my writing #original writing #silver foxes #older men

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Mini-Series

A Taste of Bliss [Norman Osborne x Female OC x Male OC]

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Miscellaneous

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A Taste of Bliss Pt. 1

A Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe) x (female) OC x Charles Dance - One-Shot [Smut]

Synopsis: Whilst attending a charity event, Catherine Carlisle gets tired of all the political mumbo jumbo and seeks solace at the open bar, where she runs into no other than Norman Osborn (Willem Dafoe). The ruthless businessman and billionaire catches her eye, but there’s one problem: she didn’t attend the event by herself… With her partner/boyfriend/boss Lionel Kingsley (Charles Dance) at her side, what will Catherine do in order to get what she wants?

Warnings: smut, cursing, sex (lots of it), mild sub/dom undertones, threesome (sort of).

~.… Rasavada; the taste of bliss in the absence of all thought…~

Looking around, Catherine couldn’t help the sigh of exasperation that spilled past her lips. She knew attending functions like these were a requirement in their field of work, but that certainly didn’t mean she had to enjoy them. Quite the opposite, in fact. All the rich and famous were nearly trampling each other in order to be seen-or even better, photographed-attending the charity event. After all, all fundraising proceeds would go directly to support all sorts of youth programs that helped, as they so eloquently put it, ‘culturally diverse and newcomer youth from all sorts of backgrounds’ and providing leadership opportunities, education and job-skills training in the area of science. Not like that was a bad thing, quite the opposite, in fact, if just saddened Catherine to see all the overdressed and pretentious magnates of the industry with their trophy wives throwing around money for causes they didn’t give a damn about. After tonight they’d go back to their million-dollar mansions feeling good about themselves and forget all about the ‘poor children’ of the causes they were currently raising money for.

A necessary evil, Catherine told herself as she readjusted the neckline of her dress inconspicuously. The evening gown was of a simple cut and dove grey in colour, not at all like the dazzling bejewelled gala dresses the other women wore. She’d felt the classically simple sheath gown of pale grey embroidered silk was sophisticated enough for the event, but not too overstated or showy. That simply wasn’t her style. She’d already resigned herself to the backless design of the dress that showcased a lot more skin than she’d prefer, but Lionel had voiced his approval (and appreciation) of the dress, and given his usually stern and quiet demeanour she’d been more than happy to wear the dress given how much he seemed to like seeing it on her. And taking it off. But that was a concern for another time.

The thought of Lionel having crossed her mind, Catherine looked around the room in search of her boyfriend. If that’s what you could call it. She herself still wasn’t entirely sure what to call whatever it was that had sparked between them over the course of the last couple of years. After all, he was technically her boss. Sort of. As CEO of the Lyon Corporation, he was officially her boss’ boss’ boss. Catherine had been brought in as an independent consultant from the Biomedical Laboratory Research Consortium in order to oversee the merger of various divisions of three companies Lyon Corporation had acquired majority shares in. After butting heads one time too many with one of the managers, she’d barged into Lionel’s office, demanding either more authority in order to sack the manager in question or to be let go since surely he couldn’t expect her to properly do her job as an outsider with little to no authority in an supervisory position. Maybe it was her youth, for at 28 she’d run into the problem before that older managers simply refused to acknowledge her authority, or perhaps it was because she was a woman. The end result, however, was still the same. To her surprise, Lionel, impressed with her fiery resolve and fierce determination, had solved the problem by not only firing the manager in question right away, but also by offering her a management position as head of the new Research and Development Division.

And that had only been the start of it.

Her eyes flitting across the spacious event gallery, Catherine’s eyes stopped once they spotted Lionel’s tall and imposing figure. A soft smile made its way onto to her lips as she watched him talk to some business tycoon or other. His face was a study in masculinity. He was not handsome in the conventional sense, far from it. But there was a rugged appeal to his stern features, something about the strong line of his jaw and the piercing look in his blue-grey eyes that caught the eye of many women. However, women rarely threw themselves at him, if ever. It wasn't that they didn't find him attractive, because they did, although they could never quite explain why. It was more about the fact that they tended to be a little awed and uncomfortable in his presence. They somehow sensed that he wasn't the kind of man to cater to silly feminine wiles or coquettish games. He loved women's company and he thoroughly enjoyed the feel of their soft bodies -some would say a bit too much- but he very much disliked the subterfuges, games, and ridiculous ploys involved in seducing the average female. Not that he lacked cleverness at getting a woman between the sheets, in fact, he was an expert. But he had to force himself to play the game, and had become so adept at engaging in it, preferring honest and straightforward women who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to ask. But those were few and far between, and he'd found himself forced to play along in the games of play pretend and seduction on more than one occasion.

Until he’d met Catherine. At first, she’d been steadfast in her refusal of his advances, not because she didn’t like him, but because she felt it unprofessional to get involved with the boss. Once he’d pried that answer out of her Lionel had acquiesced, albeit reluctantly. He appreciated her honesty, however, and her candour. It wasn’t often that he met young women who were so open about what they wanted and were unapologetic about getting it. It hadn’t been until she’d warned him of a hostile corporate takeover that a few of the major shareholders had been planning, that the two of them had gotten to working more closely together, and with it, getting to know each other. It hadn’t been long before they got involved, and neither of them had any regrets.

As if sensing that someone was watching him, Lionel’s eyes rose from where they’d been trained on the person he was talking to, and instead rose to meet Catherine’s own gaze. A small smile tilted the corners of his lips upwards, and he raised the glass of white wine he was holding to his lips in a complimentary matter. Raising her own glass in response and emptying the remaining bit of white wine at the bottom of the glass, Catherine internally debated whether or not to go over to Lionel’s side. She decided against it, seeing as she’d already spent most of the evening trying to be nice to all sorts of rich and pretentious assholes, and had finally managed to find a modicum of peace in some forgotten corner of the gallery. The only reason why she’d agreed to come in the first place was because Lionel had promised to try and leave the event early and spent the rest of the night with her. Given their busy and hectic corporate schedules, Catherine had jumped at the chance of possibly spending some quality time alone with him.

Unfortunately, it was starting to look more and more like this would be another long night, with Lionel having run into some business associates and needing some time to settle a few matters.

Sighing again in disappointment, Catherine was quick to turn away and pretend being busy with flagging down another waiter for a re-fill of her wineglass when she spotted Harry Osborn in the crowd nearby. Having already had to fend off his unwanted advances-not once, but twice-Catherine really wasn’t in the mood of striking up a conversation with the youngest Osborn. Even though the kid seemed to be doing a good job at sweet-talking other businessmen and rounding up investors for his father’s company, the young man seemed under the impression that just because she was younger than most of the people present, it meant they should become better acquainted. She had the feeling he should better try his luck with the scores of trophy-wives looking for company whilst their husbands talked shop.

Unsuccessful in finding a waiter with a tray of drinks, Catherine decided on heading down to the bar. Weaving in and out of the crowd, she approached the bar on the far side of the gallery, where three bartenders kept busy pouring drinks and mixing cocktails. The bar was relatively quiet, and Catherine spotted an empty bar stool near the end of the bar, away from the hustle and bustle of the party.

She wasn’t alone, however.

There was a man seated nearby, and as Catherine approached, she recognized him right away. Norman Osborn. CEO and co-founder of Oscorp Industries. Known as a ruthless businessman and amoral industrialist, Catherine had heard her fair share of rumours about the man. Some said he was reckless, prone to dangerous mood swings, and that he would run his business into the ground sooner rather than later. Others said he was a decent man who’d become a workaholic after his wife’s death, a brilliant scientist whose dedication and resolve had helped him build an empire. Perhaps the truth lay somewhere in between, Catherine mused as she approached the bar. She’d seen him around on a few other events in the scientific community, given that the scientist-turned-billionaire also had degrees in chemistry, business administration and chemical engineering. Catherine had always found the man a bit hard to read, and they’d never talked in person.

Time to rectify that, she thought to herself.

Norman Osborne had been deep in thought, unaware of his surroundings, but he snapped out of it when someone slid onto the barstool next to him. Brow furrowing, he looked up, only to find a pair of coffee-brown eyes looking at him curiously.

“Mind if I join you, Mr. Osborn?” Catherine questioned, not really waiting for an answer as she sat down, sensing the man’s eyes on her as she took a seat, crossing one leg over the other.

“Of course not, Miss…?” Norman murmured, watching the young woman brush her hair over her shoulder as she fished around for her wallet in the clutch bag, and then casually dropping the handbag onto the bar next to her once she’d located her wallet.

“Carlisle” Catherine replied “Catherine Carlisle. But feel free to call me Cat”

“Carlisle… the name rings a bell” Norman mused, taking note of her confident bearing and the graceful curve of her neck as she summoned a bartender with a casual wave of her hand. Young, pretty, confident… what on earth was she doing at the bar all by herself? He thought to himself as he crossed his feet at the ankles and put his elbow on the bar, swirling the last few droplets of alcohol around in his near-empty glass.

“I’m the head or R&D at Lyon” Catherine replied as she asked for a refill on Norman’s empty scotch glass and for a single malt whiskey on the rocks for herself.

“Ah yes, the biomedical company” Norman remembered, finding himself a bit surprised that someone so young would be head of the entire Research Division of such a large company “Oscorp does business with you guys from time to time, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Indeed. We often supply Oscorp with pharmaceutical-grade compounds through some of our daughter companies” Catherine acknowledged with a nod as she handed the bartender her credit card to pay for the drinks.

“Hmm. I don’t think I’ve met you before, though” Norman mused as he watched her raise the glass to her lips and take a sip of the amber liquid.

“No, I don’t believe we’ve met in person” Catherine admitted with a small smile.

“…Thanks for the drink, by the way” Norman continued after a brief silence, raising his glass to the beautiful brunette before taking a swig of whiskey.

Catherine didn’t reply, instead casting a glance over her shoulder at the crowd behind her, the groups of people talking and laughing, the music a soft hum in the background mixing with the cacophony of noises.

“So, what brings the CEO of Oscorp to hide away at the bar at his very own fundraising?” Catherine finally asked, enjoying the burning sensation of the alcohol as it went down her throat, settling in her stomach and sending a warm glow spreading through her body.

Norman chuckled, taking another gulp of his drink before he answered.

“These days I’m not half as involved with the running of my own company as I’d like to be” he grumbled, rolling his eyes at the thought of his Board of Directors, who’d like nothing more than to fire him and sell the company.

“Ah yes, the dreaded board” Catherine answered, as if reading his mind. Upon seeing his look of surprise, she shrugged and elaborated “From what I hear, these days the CEO spends more time fighting his board of directors than actually running the company. Which is a shame, because those who founded the company tend to have a vision for it, whereas the board only sees the bottom line and their end-of-year bonuses”

“Ah, yes, the plight of us idealist scientists” Norman smirked, pleasantly surprised at the insightful response from the young woman sitting across from him. He’d been wondering about her credentials, knowing that some companies preferred pretty and PR-oriented heads for the various departments, but this woman seemed to have some actual brains.

“Don’t even get me started” Catherine groaned, rolling her eyes “The amount of time’s I’ve been undermined because of my age or accused of being some air-headed bimbo is just ridiculous. I mean, I have a department to run, dammit!”

Norman’s smile broadened, and he absentmindedly noticed that he way her hair was pulled back into an elegant updo revealed every detail of her face, highlighting her cheekbones and straight nose. The pearly grey dress showed off her long, tapered legs and enhanced the moulding of her body.

“And what brings you to the bar as opposed to rubbing elbows with old men and their check books?” Norman inquired teasingly. He was surprised that the pretty young woman would seek out the quiet corner of the bar, and even more so that she’d strike up a conversation with an old grouch like him.

“I’d much prefer to spend my time doing actual science and not securing investors by showing dirty old men my cleavage, thank you very much” Catherine replied with a wink, causing Norman to nearly choke on his drink.

Spluttering, Norman couldn’t think of a reply, and settled for ordering himself and Catherine another drink, seeing as both their glasses were nearly empty.

Catherine couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but there was a magnetism to the older man that drew her to him. He had this masculine, no-nonsense air about him that she wasn't used to seeing in those circles, and it had awakened in her a desire she hadn't experienced with other men-except for Lionel, that is. Norman was tall and lean, which helped. She was familiar with the wealthy and powerful men, some of them devilishly handsome and incredibly good looking, with silver tongues and an easy charm. But here was a man who had a reputation, one who didn't seem to care much about wealth or fame. And rightly so, since he was straightforward and, seemingly so, the genuine article. There was a dark undercurrent to his presence, though, but Catherine couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She recognized it as a burning desire for power, that drive and motivation that indicated this man cared about making a difference, about building a legacy for himself, for his family. It’s something she’d also seen in Lionel, and something she admired.

She watched as Norman passed a hand through his hair, the dark mass of deep chestnut brown hair tousled and a bit on the long side, streaked with grey near the temples and slightly unkempt. The eyebrows were thick, almost bushy, and nearly met above a hooked nose that seemed to have been broken on more than one occasion. She guessed he was somewhere in the neighbourhood of fifty, and the craggy features were ruggedly handsome, accompanied by a chiselled, and an unyielding jawline that made him seem older. Small wrinkles around the eyes and lips indicated that he spent a great deal of time frowning, and there was a severeness to his features that confirmed that. It was a strong face, one that women tended to be drawn to, giving him the look of a man of strength and determination. 

As they chatted amicably, Norman looked down at Catherine and smiled in genuine admiration. Her face was alive, and her deep brown eyes were sparkling with a devious twinkle. There was a vibrancy to her movements that he had not noticed before, her dark hair cascading down in long tresses and reaching past her shoulders in glossy strands a deep umbre. The sheath dress she wore was tight-fitting with elegant embroidery, with a revealing back and silver sequins that flashed as she moved. Her legs were long and angled provocatively, and she moved with a sensual vivacity that he found incredibly appealing.

“… And if it isn’t old men who left their trophy-wives at home that are hitting on me, it’s the pretentious rich kids who think they have a shot because father dearest has some serious money” Catherine complained after Norman commented on the debauched nature of business gatherings like the one they were at now.

“Ah, I see you’ve met Harold” Norman groaned as he watched a delicate blush rise to stain Catherine’s cheeks. He found the crimson hue to her fair skin quite enticing and wondered what had brought it about. Surely not his joke about his son’s flirtatious nature? Harry’s reputation as a ladies’ man was well-known, and he’d seen the ease with which his son could charm women. He figured Catherine would have taken a liking to the boy, since they seemed closer in age than many of the old men hanging about.  

“Harry may have tried his luck more than once” Catherine admitted, not sure why she found Norman so attractive, but nonetheless worried he’d take her dismissal of his sons’ advances the wrong way.

“And his efforts rebutted, I take it?” Norman prodded, unsure as to why he was pursuing the matter, but also realizing that the thought of his son flirting with her was rubbing him the wrong way “He’s a good chap, I’d say, not a bad bone in his body”

Uncertain as to how to answer his question, Catherine took a gulp of whiskey before answering.

“Harry’s a nice guy… -just not really my kind of guy” she finally stated, glancing up into Norman’s eyes as she swirled around the amber liquid in the glass, the tinkling sound of the ice cubes lingering in the brief silence that followed her answer.

Norman swallowed, not really sure how they’d arrived at this point, but not wanting to back down either. Part of him was drawn to her, surely, for she was a warm and wild creature, a bright light glowing with life. Untamed, she talked exuberantly, hands and body shifting as she spoke, vivacious and unpretentious. Moving as gracefully as pond reeds in a light breeze, her long dark hair was soft and flowing, her deep hazel eyes blazing as her skin flushed a light shade of pink. Self-consciously Catherine raised a hand and held it to her, between her breasts, fingers slightly spread.

She’s majestic, Norman thought with a trace of lust.   

“Then what is your kind of man?” he asked boldly, feeling his heartbeat quicken at his brazen question. He half expected Catherine to slap him, or at the very least call him out at his improper line of questioning. She’d have been within her right to call him out on it, but instead he watched her suck in a breath, eyes widening slightly as she considered his question.

“I’d say probably the older, more experienced and domineering kind of men” Catherine answered after a brief silence, reaching over to lay a hand on Norman’s knee with a knowing look as she released the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

To say he was surprised would be an understatement. Norman found himself shocked into silence as he watched Catherine tilt her head slightly to the side as she smiled up at him. It had been a long time since he’d been so openly approached by a woman. Deciding on taking it a step further, Catherine leaned forward ever so slightly, hair falling in front of her shoulders and coming to frame her face as she whispered in his ear.

“How about you, Norman? What kind of man are you?”

As Catherine’s hot breath fanned the shell of his ear Norman couldn’t help the slight shiver that danced down his spine, and he felt the tell-tale tightening in his breeches that told him everything he needed to know. He wanted her, that much was certain. And for what it was worth, she seemed to reciprocate the feeling.

He was about to reply, but approaching footsteps and a deep male voice interrupted whatever he had been about to say.

“Ah, Catherine, I see you’ve found the bar”

The stern baritone came from Lionel Kingsley, who’d seen Catherine engaged in conversation after having lost sight of her while he conversed with a business magnate from a law firm about some contracts that needed renewing.

Catherine leaned back against the barstool and turned to meet Lionel’s piercing gaze. He really did look handsome in his pinstripe suit, the white dressing shirt and red, black and white tie matching perfectly with his silver cufflinks. His greying hair still held some of its original reddish blond colouring, and was cut in a neatly trimmed fashion that matched his still-golden beard. Looking down his hooked aquiline nose most people would have found his gaze intimidating, but Catherine held his eyes without flinching, and smiled softly when Lionel stepped in closer, casually slipping a hand around her waist and pressing a gentle kiss against her temple.

Norman was watching the exchange with increasing confusion, seeing how Catherine definitely didn’t mind the man’s closeness and even seemed to lean into his touch a bit. After the way she’d been talking to him he was more than a bit surprised and wondered what kind of trouble he’d gotten himself in now.

“Lionel, surely you know Normal Osborn?” Catherine spoke up, smiling as she looked from one man to the other “Norman, this is Lionel Kingsley, head of the Lyon Corporation”

“Of course, you’re head of Oscorp” Lionel mused as he stretched out his hand.

After a few seconds of hesitation Norman took the hand offered to him, and the two men shook hands as Norman cleared his throat. Lionel’s grip was firm and steady, and he detected no hint of animosity in the man’s steely grey eyes, which was surprising since Catherine, who from the looks of it was the man’s girlfriend, had been all over him before he wandered over to the bar.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kingsley. With our companies often doing business with one another, it’s nice to finally meet in person”

“Indeed, Mr. Osborne. It’s good to finally put a face to the name, since as CEO’s, we don’t often get involved in the day-to-day running of our businesses-”

“-Which is why you have me” Catherine spoke up with a look at Lionel. She was wondering what was on his mind, if he was angry, or upset, or disapproving…

“Yes, I suppose that as head of R&D you do have a lot more to do with that sort of thing…” Lionel admitted sternly “But that’s not why I came, Cat. I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute?”

“Of course,” Catherine agreed readily, hopping off the barstool with ease and putting a reassuring hand on Norman’s forearm, only adding to his confusion “I’ll be back shortly”

As Lionel pulled her aside, Norman wondered yet again what the hell he’d gotten himself into. It seemed that he’d landed himself smack in the middle of a lover’s quarrel, and that’s the last place he’d wanted to find himself in. For it sure looked like Catherine was involved with Lionel. Everything pointed to that, from the way he’d casually slipped an arm around her waist to how he had possessively pulled her closer to him. Hell, even the way he’d pulled her aside, with his hand firmly on her lower back, not indecently low but definitely in an intimate matter, was a fair indication that they knew each-other intimately.

Catherine wasn’t sure what Lionel wanted, but she felt a slight irritation at having been interrupted when her conversation with Norman had been oh-so promising.

“I can’t leave you alone for a second, now can I?” Lionel questioned, but when Catherine looked up at him there was no malice in his voice, merely amusement.

“You promised me you’d try and make it an early night, and that we’d spend the weekend together. So far you haven’t exactly lived up to that promise” Catherine pouted.

“So, you’ve found other ways to entertain yourself, hmm?”

Catherine rolled her eyes, but smiled as she took a step closer to Lionel and looked up at him through her lashes “Please, love, it’s not like you mind…”

“Little One, you’re lucky that I am not a possessive man, otherwise this conversation would have gone a whole lot differently” Lionel pointed out with a small smirk as he took Catherine’s hands in his own.

“But that’s why this -you and me- works so marvellously” Catherine smiled as Lionel raised her hands to his lips and pressed two gentle kisses to the back of them.

“Ah, yes. I let you have your fun and in exchange… what is it you do for me again?” Lionel teased as he saw Catherine blush a deep shade of crimson.

“-stop it! You’re incorrigible, you know that right?” Catherine mused, trying to keep her composure “Besides, you’re the dirty old man that likes to watch as I ‘entertain myself’ as you so eloquently put it”

“And you love me for it” Lionel stated, the twinkle in his eye enough to make her smirk.

“That I do” Catherine murmured, before reaching up and cupping the side of his jaw to press a small kiss to his lips. Pulling back ever so slightly she fiddled with his tie a bit, straightening it as she searched for words “…you really don’t mind?”

Lionel raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the beautiful young woman before him. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe his luck. After his wife died, he’d not wanted to go through the whole wife-and-child routine again, and certainly not with someone over half his age. He could always try escort services or find some air-headed bimbo to hang off his arms at events, but something had drawn him to Catherine, and he had no regrets when it came to their relationship, even though it was a bit unconventional. In the strong-willed and beautiful brunette, he’d found a partner, someone who was a driven and ambitious as he was, someone who understood him, even the darker parts of him, and who not only put up with them but challenged him as well. She was fierce and feisty and would occasionally remind him that he was only human, presenting a listening ear when he needed it and advising him when it was necessary. She’d also been the one to cater to each and every single one of his desires, not judging him for them, and instead showing him what proper communication and respect meant in terms of satisfying his needs both inside and out of the bedroom. And he knew that if he said ‘no’ right now, that Catherine would shrug it off and remain at his side for the rest of the evening, and not mention it again. She certainly wouldn’t hold it against him, and he felt a certain pride at watching her inquisitive eyes trained on him, waiting for an answer.

“Mind?” he queried, brushing the back of her hand in reassurance with his thumb “Of course not. Besides… It’s Norman Osborn. You could do worse”

The last was said in a teasing manner, and Catherine raised one of her hands to brush his jaw, thumb ghosting his cheek.

“You could always join us…. I know how much you enjoy watching me��� she teased, happy that Lionel didn’t seem to have any objections about her pursuit of Norman.

“As you correctly pointed out, I still have some business to attend to,” Lionel mused, although he didn’t seem too happy about spending the rest of the night talking shop with people at the event whilst Catherine found other ways to enjoy herself “…no matter how much I’d like to”

“Well, if you change your mind, just let me know” Catherine shrugged, stepping away from him and smiling “And I’ll let you know where I’m at”

Lionel merely nodded, watching Catherine heading back over to the bar, where Norman was watching her approach with a mix of confusion and apprehension.

“Sorry about that” Catherine murmured, sitting down onto the barstool next to Norman’s and looking up at him expectantly “Lionel has a knack for picking the worst of times to interrupt a perfectly good conversation”

Norman wasn’t sure what to say, having just witnessed the exchange between Catherine and Lionel and the obvious intimacy between the two. Where previously he’d been enjoying the teasing banter between himself and the younger woman, now he was wondering just what the hell she wanted from him. Catherine’s flirtations had been having the desired effect, but he wasn’t about to be the one to break up a relationship.

“I-eh… is Lionel…? Are you guys…?”

“Involved?” Catherine finished for him “Yes, yes we are. Why? Does that bother you?”

Norman swallowed, again surprised at the brunette’s frankness.

“Yes… although I’m more concerned about whether or not it bothers Lionel” he managed weakly.

“Don’t worry about Lionel. He and I have an arrangement of sorts” Catherine shrugged, leaning in to pat his knee in reassurance, and finding Norman’s obvious unease quite endearing. She’d met plenty of men who’d been more than willing to jump at the opportunity once she’d respond to their advances, but for someone to display genuine concern for her relationship and worry about the consequences… it was kind of sweet.

“An arrangement?” Norman muttered, pulling back whilst raising a hand to brush his jaw “Jesus…”

Seeing his initial discomfort Catherine leaned back as well, tilting her head to the side as she considered her options. Instead of pushing the matter, she waived at the nearest bartender and asked for a refill on their drinks, before settling back onto the barstool and taking a gulp of the alcoholic beverage as she assessed Norman sitting across from her with a critical eye. She’d learned how to read people, and it seemed like Norman was definitely interested, albeit a bit hesitant. She would have to find a way to rectify that.

“Look, Norman, I’ll be frank with you. I like you. A lot” Catherine admitted freely, sipping her scotch and watching the older man’s eyes widen in surprise at her admission “But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. My apologies if that’s what’s happened, and I’ll understand if you’d rather have me leave you alone…-”

“-and if I don’t?” Norman interrupted her. He wasn’t sure what had possessed him to blurt that out, but Catherine’s interest in him seemed genuine, and it had been a long time since he’d been so drawn to a woman. And something about her frankness and honesty had spiked his curiosity.

Eyes cast down on her drink, Catherine smiled. Bingo.

“…but if you don’t wish for me to leave, I’ll gladly answer any questions you might have, and we’ll go from there” she answered calmly, raising her eyes to meet Norman’s penetrating stare.

“What-what’s this so-called arrangement between you and Lionel?” Norman asked, not entirely sure he wanted to hear the answer.

“Things between Lionel and I…it’s complicated” Catherine started, and seeing Norman’s guarded look she continued “But I’ll try to explain. He’s technically my boss’ boss’ boss, and god knows I didn’t mean to end up getting involved with him. It just…happened. I had tried turning him down and keeping my distance, but once we got to work together more closely that didn’t work out very well”

Catherine shook her head with a small smile, swirling around the liquid in her glass as she thought about her relationship with Lionel.

“And Lionel, well, he’d already gone down the wife-and-child-and-house-with-a-white-picket-fence road before, and he wasn’t looking for a do-over” she explained, looking up to find Norman’s deep blue eyes trained on her with an indecipherable look  in them “We’re both ambitious and driven, and we just clicked. Lionel thoroughly hates the dating scene, says a man his age shouldn’t have to jump through a dozen hoops in order to get a date, and me? I was just so damn sick and tired of all the drama with immature men my own age, so we figured we’d give it a shot”

“So why did you guys have to come to an ‘arrangement’? Sounds like you have it worked out” Norman insisted, finding it hard to believe that a pretty young thing like the brunette sitting across from him would take up with a man twice her age and seemingly be perfectly fine with how the relationship worked for the both of them.

“Because, besides being well-matched in most areas, we discovered we have similar tastes and preferences when it comes to the physical aspect of our relationship” Catherine remarked, wondering just how much trouble she was getting herself in. If Norman turned her away now, after all, he’d have some pretty good leverage against Lionel. He’d have information that, in the wrong hands, could prove quite damaging to a man as powerful as Lionel. But then again, she’d always prided herself on being a good judge of character, and so far, none of the men she’d chosen to approach about the matter had revealed anything.

“I’m not sure I follow” Norman muttered, gulping down his whiskey like it was tap water as he tried to process what she was saying.

“Lionel doesn’t mind me seeking out the company of other men, as long as he’s kept in the loop as to who I’m with and when I’m planning on spending the night elsewhere-when he isn’t in the mood, that is” seeing Norman’s look of utter confusion, she elaborated “When he is in the mood, Lionel likes to watch, Norman, and occasionally joins in on the fun”

Norman cleared his throat awkwardly; not entirely sure he’d heard her correctly. But, looking at Catherine’s mildly amused expression, he realized she meant it. He couldn’t quite believe he’d found himself in such a situation, but the teasing glint in those deep brown eyes told him enough. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. A part of him was still incredibly drawn to the gorgeous young woman, while the other part of him was warning him off given that technically she was involved with another man.

“Surely you’re joking” he muttered, almost under his breath, shaking his head but looking up in surprise when he heard Catherine laugh, a soft and melodious sound.

“Why would I joke about something like this, Norman?” she queried, shaking her own head softly “I like you, I really do, and wouldn’t want to pressure you into anything. As a man of science, I’m sure you appreciate my candour in presenting all the facts so that you can make an informed decision?”

Norman found himself nodding, despite his initial uncertainty not having completely left him.

“So, now that we’ve cleared that up… what do you say?” Catherine inquired with a small smirk playing across her lips.

“Say to what?” Norman repeated back, unsure as to what she was talking about.

“Well, I believe that we were talking about what kind of men I preferred” Catherine recalled with a teasing smirk, tapping a finger against her chin “And I was going to ask you what kind of man you were, but given the turn that this conversation took, I think I have a much better idea…”

Letting her voice trail off Catherine felt triumphant when she saw Norman’s Adams’ apple bob nervously as he cleared his throat. She had him. She could feel it.

“And what would that idea be?” Norman asked quietly, not really trusting his voice as he saw Catherine bite down on her bottom lip in a gesture that was unwittingly erotic as she pondered the answer, clearly enjoying the power she had over him.

“How about instead of telling me, you just show me?”

>>Part 2

#Norman Osborn #Willem Dafoe #Charles Dance #OC: Lionel Kingsley #OC: Catherine Carlisle #Original Writing #erotica #smut #lemon #lime #older men #silver foxes #part one #my writing

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Smutty Blog Introduction

Hello fellow earthlings! I’ve been debating for a while now on whether or not to become more active on this platform. Given the short nature (ish) of the content here, it seems like a good option given that I’m currently quite busy with Uni and other life stuff in general, but still feel that writer’s itch and wish to write down thoughts and ideas to explore some creative avenues. Now, for that to happen, I’m more than happy to take requests, given that I’m a part of quite a few fandoms. I’ll also add the characters I’d be willing to write for, so you guys get an idea as to what to expect.

That being said, this is a blog largely dedicated to all the smutty fics I come up with, so it’ll mostly be one-shots, drabbles, headcannons, NSWF alphabets, etc. I reserve the right to not write certain stuff because, well, I might not be into it (this includes underage stuff and noncon, straight off the bat, sorry, that’s just how it is). Other than that, please feel free to send me an ask of a request. Under the cut are a list of characters I’ll happily write for since I’ve watched/binged the show and have plenty of inspo for them. If you can’t find something to your liking, please shoot me a message anyway an we’ll see if we can work something out.

Actors/Celebrities

Actors I’d consider writing preferences, imagines or one-shots for, and any other characters they might have played in movies (as well as scouring the internet for pictures and mood-boards):

Ralph Fiennes,

Christoph Waltz,

Willem Dafoe,

Jason Isaacs,

Alan Rickman,

Iain Glenn,

Stephen Lang,

Charles Dance,

Robert Carlyle

David Thewlies

Cliff Simon

Javier Bardem

Bill Nighy

Tim Roth

Joe Mantegna

Hugh Laurie

William Fitchner

Michael McEalhatton

Timothy Dalton

Michael Sheen

Robert Sean Leonard

Claes Bang

Goran Visnjic

Oded Fehr

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

J.R. Bourne

Sebastian Roche

Jack Davenport

Colin Firth

Mark Strong

Henry Ian Cusick

Aiden Gillen

Alexander Skarsgard

Stephen Moyet

Mads Mikkelsen

David Tennant

Sci-Fi

Stargate (Atlantis, Universe and SG1) Characters:  SG1: Jack O’Neill, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, Ba’al, Cameron Mitchel, Vala Mal Doran, General Landry,  Selmak/Jacob Carter, Martouf) Atlantis: John Shepherd, Teyla Ammagen, Todd the Wraith, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Elizabeth Weir, Carson Beckett)  Universe: Nicholas Rush, Cl. Everett Young, Tamara Johansen, Camille Wray, Chloe Armstrong, David Telford, Varro, Ginn, Simeon, Amanda Perry, Commander Kiva)

The 100  Charaters: Clarke Griffin, Marcus Kane, Octavia Blake, Lexa, Echo, Raven Reyes, Roan) 

Star Trek (For now only Discovery and a few of the main characters from the older series such as TNG, Enterprise, etc) Characters: James T Kirk, Uhura, Spock, Scotty, Leonard McCoy, Jean-Luc Picard, Data, Odo, Worf, Jonathan Archer, Paul Stamets, Saru, Gabriel Lorca, Phillipa Georgiou, Sylvia Tilly, Sarek, Leland.

Battlestar Galactica Characters: Admiral William Adama, Dr. Gaius Baltar, Nr. 6, Boomer, Starbuck.

Terra Nova Characters: Nathaniel Taylor, lol.

Westworld Characters: William/The man in Black, Delores, Mave.

Fantasy

Harry Potter Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Rufus Scrimgeour, Minerva McGonagall.

Games of Thrones Characters: Jorah Mormont, Tywin Lannister, Petyr Baelish, Roose Bolton, Khal Drogo, Daenerys Targaryen, Sansa Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Eddard Stark, Oberyn Martell, Bronn

The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Characters: Zelda Spellman, Faustus Blackwood, Madam Satan

Supernatural Characters:  John Winchester, Ruby, Crowley, Lucifer, Balthazar, Naomi.

True Blood Characters: Eric Northman, Russel Edgington, William Compton, Jessica Hamby, Sam Merlotte, Alcide Herveaux, Pam.

Vampire Diaries Characters: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore, Elena Gilbert, Katherine, Elijah Mikaelson, Mikael, Alaric Saltzman, Bonnie.

Reign Characters: Mary Stuart, Sebastian, Kenna, Stephan Narcisse, King Henry II, Gideon Blackburn, Aloysius Castelroy.

The OA Characters: Prairie, Hunter Aloysius Percy (HAP).

Penny Dreadful Characters: Malcolm Murray, Vanessa Ives, Ethan Chandler, Brona Croft, Dorian Gray, Victor Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Henry Jekyll.

Grimm Characters: Nick Burkhardt, Juliette Silverton, Captain Sean Renard.

Miscellaneous

Aquaman Characters: Nuidis Vulko, Arthur Curry, King Nereus.

Hannibal Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Dr. Alana Bloom.

Kingsman Characters: Merlin, Harry Hart, Lancelot, Whiskey.

The Lighthouse Characters: Thomas Wake

Pirates of the Carribean Characters: Hector Barbossa, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swan, James Norrington, Armando Zalasar

Spiderman Characters: Norman Osborn

John Wick Characters: Marcus, Viggo Tarasov, Winston

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