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thequeenreaders · 4 years

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Free Show (I/II)

PAIRINGS: Chris Evans x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: neighbors, modern au, cursing, handyman! Chris, peeping tom! Chris, pervert! Chris, pining, teasing, flirting, masturbation, daddy kink, sex toys, riding, voyeurism, implied smut. (🫑)

The handyman neighbor has secretly been watching her. He has seen all of it: her dress up, the sway of her hips as she dances, and the lewd moans coming out of her mouth as she cum.

Word Count: 4346

Helolo! I got inspired by a couple of audios from Reddit again for this one-shot👀 It has been a longgggg time since I finally wrote something, freaking online classes keeps on stacking up assignments and had to study for the exams. I hope you gois enjoy this. Don't forget to wash your hands and stay safe! ❤🐖

Masterlist || Navigation - Part I and Part II

(E/C) = Eye Color

(F/C) = Favorite Color

(C/S) = Color of Skin

Chris huffed out in relief as he stood up straightly and took a good look at his freshly cleaned pick-up truck, the vehicle shining with the sun and not a single dirt was spotted. He wore a satisfied smile on his face and grabbed the hood of the car, "Can't wait to use you soon." Murmured the brunette to himself as he closed the bonnet and started to collect the tools that were on the ground when his cellphone vibrated in his pocket.

He closed the toolbox first and carried it to the porch, placing it on a nearby table before getting his phone and read the user. As soon as he read who it was, his mouth stretched into a grin, and answered, "Hey Mack. Any updates on your current project?"

"Yeah, it went great actually. I didn't think it'll work but it did." Anthony responded with proudness in his voice, "How about you? Anything new happened there?"

Chris hummed as he grabbed his towel that was hung on the fence and used it to wipe his perspiring, shirtless body, "Nothing much, it is pretty hot out here and I just had my truck cleaned. Anyways, what made you call me?"

There was unsureness in his voice, "Uuuh, I know that you love your car so much, but can I borrow your truck tomorrow? I promise that I'll take good care of her!"

Chris chuckled, "No no no, I don't trust you, man. What do you need it for?"

"I'm just gonna pick up some wood and other shit. Trust me on this."

"Hmm, how about we pick up your order, just to make sure nothing will go wrong. Either way, I also need to get something. You owe me a beer for that." He suggested and held back his laughter when he heard Anthony sigh from the other line and eventually agreed.

Chris placed his hand on his hip and observed the sunny day and surprisingly quiet neighborhood, "I also do need to fix the back door of my house, I accident- oh, there she is." He lowered his voice down a bit just as soon as he saw his favorite, plump neighbor come out of her house and sat down on her chair by the porch with a cold glass of lemonade in her hand.

"What do you mean 'There she is'?" Mackie questioned.

"My neighbor." He responded with a small smirk on his lips and watched you adjust your sunglasses.

"Ooooh, the new neighbor? The cute one?"

Chris lowly chuckled at his friend's question, "Yes, the cute one. I noticed that every time I’m out here doing work, she’ll also go out and do something.” He said and scanned her body from head to toe. You were wearing an (F/C) bikini top and underneath is a see-through sarong, which shows the string underwear and your whole backside, "If you can only see what she is wearing right now, she's probably showing off." He joked and heard his friend laugh.

"Alright alright, you lucky bastard. Anyway, I gotta go now, my boss is calling me. Tell me if something happened between the two of you and I need that truck!" Chris shook his head from side to side but still had a grin on his face and ended the call, putting back his device in his patch and glanced towards your way. It might seem like you were enjoying yourself with a nice, cool drink on a hot day and nothing else, but that is not it. Chris is aware of your very obvious intentions despite acting like you were not aware of your actions, and that only made it more fun for him because he gets to see live and free porn from time to time. All he has to do is to look at his window from the bedroom.

He remembered all of the times you were not being so conscious of any attention that you could draw on and Chris found your confidence so provocative. If you were dancing for hours on end, he would not mind watching you and how your body jiggle, it only arouses him more. At first, he was unsure if (Y/N)'s attraction was for him and perhaps was thinking of someone else. However, one of her special occasions proved him wrong.

Chris groaned as he lied down on his soft bedding and unlocked his phone to go to Google search, grabbing his earphones from the side and plugging it in. It was another stressful work that he had to take care of and now he is planning to get some release. He searched up his favorite pornography site and began scrolling through the feed until he finally found something that will interest him. He was not in the mood to watch two people have sex, but looking for videos that contain a woman playing with herself, so that was what he wrote in the search bar.

He tried every video that has an interesting thumbnail enough for him to click and the results were not his exact expectations, causing him to sigh in boredom and continued to swipe his thumb upward. Chris clicked on another video and observed the woman who was leaned back on the headboard of her bed and fingering her twat at a semi-fast pace, her moans ringing in his ears and that is enough to pull his half-hard cock out of his boxers, even if it sounds to be quite echoing and out of sync.

'That's weird, it never happened before.' Chris wondered before shrugging it off and started at a slow pace and followed the woman's rhythm, collecting pre-cum from his tip with his thumb and spreading it down to his shaft, his eyes glued to his screen and specifically on the girl's vagina. Watching the woman getting herself off was not enough for him, but the whimpers and moans are what gets him going, and thought of other scenarios such as a hot chick riding his cock like there is no tomorrow. He screwed his eyes shut as he gripped his cock firmer, his mind wandering off to his neighbor's swaying wide hips as she danced to a song she kept on the speakers for the fifth time not too long ago.

Chris knows that it is illicit and alarming for him to be watching what his neighbor was doing without her knowing, he knows that he should just mind his own business and stop being a pervert, but how could he? How could he ignore such a seductive, shapely woman confidently show off her delectable body without a care to the world? He sometimes ponders what you taste like, how soft you are, how your thick thighs will cover both sides of his head as he ate you out. Just the thought of that could make his phallus explode.

He opened his eyes and darted back to his screen, and his brow raised when he saw that the girl was switching into her next position, yet still making sexual noises. Deciding to test the sounds, he pressed the pause button and it made him perk up when the moans are still playing and oh, those whimpers do sound familiar. Chris then took off his earphones and turned his head towards the source of the sounds, which is at his dearest window that is covered by the drape, 'Oh god, what is she up to now?' He put his penis back in his underwear and got out of bed, her moans getting a bit louder as he headed towards the aperture. Chris grabbed the curtain and peeked out, and what he saw instantly made his knob fully stiffened.

There you were with the windows open and curtains drawback, as usual, and bouncing on your bed as you ride a large dildo and used the headboard as leverage. Your jiggling ass was facing him and he was hypnotized whenever you lowered down and your pussy swallowed the whole length, 'Holy fuck!' Chris found himself pulling his dick out again and started to stroke his shaft, 'She's so fucking perfect, good fucking god.' He does sometimes wonder if you ever see or feel like someone is watching you and maybe exposing yourself too much, but he ain’t complaining.

"Oh, daddy! Your dick feels so g-good!" Your breathy moans sent goosebumps throughout his skin and soon emulated your hasty rapid, his grip on his meaty prick only tightened and more of his clear wetness dripped down to his boner.

Chris groaned lowly as he could, his hand sliding down whenever you lowered yourself to your toy and he visualized himself to be in that same room and he was under you, enjoying the view of your bouncing jugs and your weight pressing his lower region further to the bed as you ride him as if your life depended on it, "Yes baby, keep riding like that for daddy." He whispered, his hand fully coated with his fluid and his girth pulsed in rapture, hissing at the sudden palpitate, "Yes yes yes, ride that fucking dick. Such a good girl for me. Holy fuck!"

Your mouth formed into an 'o' and tried your best to keep up the tempo you recently commenced, the third upcoming climax bubbling up in your abdomen and you could not wait any longer, your mind and body suffused with so much bliss that you are very sure that your physique will be tumefied and fatigued by the morning. You leaned back with one arm supporting behind you and your other hand came in contact with your little bean, "Oooooh fuck! Daddy! Daddy, I'm gonna cum!" You threw your head back in ecstasy at the added up pleasure and as your peak was building up, your mind drifted to your fine, hot neighbor and a smile came upon your ecstatic face, remembering the time when he was shirtless while tending his garden, his beefy torso tempting you to just grind your dampness on his abs and hairy chest.

His knob was gnawing for some release and his breathing got quicker when he sensed that he was also near his climax, "Shit, come on, baby. Be a good girl and cum for daddy." Another scenario was made up in his head where Chris buried his whole cock in your throat, his hands holding both sides of your head as he spilled his milk down your esophagus, forcing you to take all of his stiffies and swallow his seed. He was focused on building up his peak, watching you intensely as you reached yours. Evans was at least expecting to hold it a little bit longer but it already popped when he heard his name got whimpered out of your pretty mouth, your legs shaking at the orgasm as you chanted his name like a prayer, 'Oh fuck, she just... she just said my name!' He panted as he looked down at his mess and saw that it reached outside his window, realizing that this was probably the greatest release he had experienced in his life so far, let alone just from masturbating-

"Chris!" A womanly voice called and his head shot up at the mention of his name, seeing a pair of (E/C) eyes with a beaming smile on her lovely face, "Are you okay? You look like you're spacing out."

Chris chuckled and fanned himself with his towel, "It's hot out here, can you blame me?" His eyes glimpsed down to the curve of your haunch when you stood up from your Adirondack chair and grabbed the pitcher of lemonade, indecisive whether his mouth is thirsting over your derriere or the fresh juice.

"It is very hot today," you agreed and filled the other empty glass with the sweetened beverage, "Do you want some lemonade? I'm sure it'll help you with this parching weather." You offered as you glanced back to see him just watching you in somewhat amusement, a brow on your face lifting at his expression. It may not seem like it, but you are up to date to his ogling at your form from time to time and you found it mirthful, keeping an eye on him as he proceeded towards your portico, "Do you like my bikini top today? I mean, I'm willing to let you borrow it since you have a bigger chest than me." You randomly teased and reached your arm out with a cup of lemonade in your hand to him, referring to his nude torso.

He shook his head from side to side with a grin on his face as he stood in front of you and accepted the drink, his height and massive frame sending you in awe, "Thank you for the drink, but no thanks for the bikini. I got better ones." The blonde jokingly retorted and gulped his juice.

You laughed at his response and nodded, "Sureeee, but it will look good on you, though." You propounded as you sat back down to your seat and crossed your legs, causing the sarong to rise a bit and revealed more of your (C/S) skin, peering up at him with playful eyes.

Chris snickered and finished the drink, "I'll think about it." He gently placed the glass on the table, the freshening liquid soothing his partially drained body, "So, it's been around two or three weeks since you moved into this neighborhood. How you like it so far?" He asked as he leaned on the porch railing and crossed his arms. He had occasionally been struggling to keep up the chill facade that he usually has when he was around people; however, pictures of your face twisting in glee and pleasured gasps coming out of your kissable lips echoed in his deprave mind each time he was near your presence, resulting his insides fluttering and making unnecessary movements.

You hummed, "Well, it's nice out here. I'm glad that I chose the right area and," you edged the word the last word and lightly swirl the liquid in the cup, getting a little bashful on what you were gonna say next, "I'm lucky to have such an attractive man next door." You boldly responded with a small smirk as you brought the rim of your glass to your own, peering up at him who was eyeing your throat as it gulped down the juice, his profound look made your heart stir.

His pupils dilated at your assertion, fingers twitching in temptation to press you against the wall and devour your exquisite, inviting lips, but Chris doesn't want to give in to your tantalizing ways just yet, might as well play along with what you started.

He let out a small chortle and the sound of it made you kinda puzzled whether he was amused at your comment or amused at you until he stated, "Hmm, thank you. I can definitely say the same thing, kitten. It's been a while since I saw a beauty queen as my neighbor."

You can feel your face getting hotter than the weather at the pet name he gave you, but (Y/N) playfully rolled your eyes at his blarney and waved it off, "You're so cheesy, Chris." You giggled as you stood up to your feet and grabbed the glasses while Chris defended himself, saying that it was true. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, I'm just gonna put this back- Oh!" A reminder popped in your head as you faced the entrance door. You recalled that the spare room door was unhinged and having the brown-haired handyman behind you is good timing.

You slowly turned your body and caught a short sight of him looking down to your bum before quickly raising his chin and meeting his green orbs, but you brushed it off and acted like you did not witness him checking you out, you shared, "Oh shoot, I just remembered that my uh... the door for my other room is broken and I don't know how to fix it." You pursed your lips and held your laughter when Chris lifted his brow in question with a grin, "Hmm, and?"

You dramatically sighed and pulled out your puppy face, "I know that he assisted me last time with carrying my boxes when I moved in, but I need his help again."

The fleshy lady let out a titter when Chris threw his hands up in the air in a joking matter and remarked, "Alright, Chris the builder to the rescue!"

"Huh," Evans hummed as he knelt to his knee and observed the separated, bottom hinges of the door, spotting the parts that need to be repaired, "The hinges were only loose, so it doesn't need a new one. I just need to tighten it a bit more and ta-da." He explained and gave you a reassuring smile as you stood beside him and listened to what he described, his reassurance gave you a sense of alleviation.

You nodded and took a step back for his working space, feeling incredibly blessed for having a friendly neighbor and a jack of all trades, "Thank you so much, Chris. You've been such a help to me. I'm not exactly making money right now, but maybe I can toast some cheese bread and make coffee for you as my repayment?" (Y/N) offered as she blocked out the portrayals of you and him in carnal positions and blowing him as your recompense instead, and her brows raised when he made a wave gesture as a 'No'.

"Eh, it's fine. You're adjusting to your new environment, so keep what you have left for yourself. Besides, I like helping people and I am privileged to have such a sight for sore eyes of a neighbor who I get to see every day." He threw a playful wink at you and you laughed it off, finding his corny remarks quite hilarious. Chris did always enjoy seeing you do simple tasks, especially in the bedroom, but he is not planning to mention any of it since that is going to be completely out of line.

"Stop it, Chris." You simpered and tugged a piece of hair behind your ear, slightly fiddling with the knot of your sarong, "While you're at it, I'm just gonna go to my room and take a shower. Again, thank you so much."

He chuckled, "No problem, sweetcheeks."

Chris sighed in relief as he sat down to the floor and got a good look of the now mended postern, pleased with how it turned out to be perfectly functioning like how a door should be, "Okaaayy, time to inform the lovely lady." He returned the tools in the tool case and stood up as he picked up the box. Evans attempted to find your bedroom, but he was quite unfamiliar with where it was located, despite almost having the same interior rooms design of the whole house, so he decided to call out your name instead to avoid snooping around.

"Over here!" Your voice yelled out from the right and he followed, seeing the bedroom door was half-opened and large enough to fit the head in there. Chris was about to open his mouth and notify (Y/N) about the repaired door, and perhaps toss more cute nicknames in your way, but his steps came to an end just as soon as he caught the sight of you only wearing cotton panties, your back facing him and reaching your folded shirt that was placed on the nightstand.

'Jesus Christ, she's fucking sexy.' He thought and gulped when he saw a glimpse of your side boob and the way your huge cheeks hugs the undies, visioning his face to be buried in those full rump. Even after seeing you naked and even wanking off a few times, the view of your figure still makes him experience erotic tingles and his eyes never get uninterested. Chris was convinced that you are a goddess in disguise.

He was addled when Evans came to a realization, if you were still partially bare and dressing up then she should not have called him just yet, right? His silent inquiries made his brows straiten, were you not aware that your door was open and the guest could easily peek in? You must have at least some cognizance in spite of what have you been displaying from your window, you were alone at those times and right now, you have a visitor.

Not knowing how to come up with a conclusion, he quietly took a few steps backward, leaned his back against the wall, and took a deep breath before he spoke in a lowered voice as to not spook you, "I was able to fix the hinges, it was easy as I thought it would. Do you wanna check it out?" He wiggled his arms in an attempt to loosen his taut shoulders at the moment he heard your padded footsteps. Chris then straighten his posture when he heard the creak sounds of the door as it opened and there you were in pajama shorts and a baggy shirt, 'Cute.' He smiled and you returned the mien, his eyes trailing down to your chest and his grin almost dropped when he noticed your nipples vaguely straining your top, his clutch on the handle of the toolbox strengthen. His thoughts were jumbled:

Is she this heedless?

Maybe she is just comfortable with him, but she has only known him for only two or three weeks!

She is probably teasing me or is it possible that she has always been well up on her raunchy deeds?

Chris has seen you naked countless times, but seeing it up close has a different sentiment and it only added up to his adulation for you, his newly and plumptious neighbor who seized his attention since the day you set foot on this newfangled location. Recollecting the memories of you jerking off warmed his face, yet kept the amiable look to distract you from the rigidifying manhood from below.

(Y/N) giggled at how adorable Chris's smile is, thankful for not looking down at his pants, "Of course! Lead the way, handsome." She spoke with a small smirk on her lips.

Oh boy

"Fucking finally," Evans exhaled as he plopped down to his bed and rested both of his hands behind his head, his tired muscles instantly felt relaxed when his body came in contact with his comforters. Chris was worn out after repairing a lot of things: the engine of his pickup truck, your spare room door, and the back door of his house.

Back at (Y/N)'s house, he developed a semi hard-on as he was teaching you what he did to the pivot, feeling extremely embarrassed and sweltered. Luckily, he was able to hide and resist his urges until he accomplished all of his tasks and at last, he has the time to compose and do what he wanted to do, and that is to get one's rocks off.

His mind floated to your curvaceous frame and his hand crept down to his rigidity, gently sliding his boxers down and exposed his boner. Chris started to palm himself, groans of pleasure coming out of his mouth while he pretended that his hand was yours, brushing his thumb on the head and imagined your tongue swirling around the tip in lieu.

Your haunting whines resonate in his fantasy and breathe out a few curse words and praises, his mouth thirsty for your delicious juices and longing to feel the softness of your body. Evans bet that your pussy is mushy, mellow, balmy, and-

"Uhm... Chris~"

The corner of his mouth stretched from ear to ear, forming a smug smile on his visage, and keenly rose himself to advance towards his aperture, 'Another free performance from the beautiful woman.' Chris warily pushed the curtain to the side and peeped out, the view from his window causing him to suspire in awe.

(Y/N) was settled on the bed with a bunch of pillows on her back and she was not wearing anything else except her shirt that was propelled further to your collarbone, so your breasts were uncovered as your legs were spread open, impaling your vulva with the artificial penis in a regular tempo.

He observed how your face twisted in glee each time the toy sinks in your honeypot, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, your melons spilled out of your shirt, and your eyes rolling back at the way the dildoe just slips in and out very easily due to your glistening juices; he was enthralled.

"That's a good girl." Chris mumbled and started off massaging his meat, licking his lips as he was earnestly focused on your dripping, abused cunt, "Uggh fuck...Yes, keep fucking yourself, baby." He let out a discreet grunt when you whimpered his name, his pace accelerating like yours, "Just like that, oh fuck. You're such a good girl for me."

You mewled as you pushed the sex toy a little deeper, your other hand caressing your breast and your eyes screwed shut with your thoughts about the hunky factotum. Just thinking about how he could manhandle you with ease and ruthlessly pierce your cunt with his cock, "Daddy! I w-wanna cum, can I please cum?" (Y/N) whined to herself and removed your palm from your tit to rub your clit, feeling your impending apex ready to burst after a couple more thrusts.

His breathing got heavier as he also recognized the looming pinnacle of his self-stimulation, a picture of your face covered with his sticky semen appeared in his head and it was enough for him to nearly have another orgasm of his life when he felt his whole body froze when a gasp escaped from your lips and your alluring, (E/C) orbs was staring directly at his, causing you to stop your movements as well.

Part 2

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thequeenreaders · 2 years

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To all mobile writers out there! I just wanted to share this great discovery as this made me so happy as a mobile user-

How to add "Read more" in your works

Thanks to this link I found and to credit them:

Just add :readmore: and press enter!

(It was only bolded to highlight)

And yes i just did find this out today 🙃

#Yana recs 👏#Yana's publications 📝#Declaration from Yana 💌#Yana's diversion 🤧#read more mobile

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thequeenreaders · 4 years

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Grand Prize (I/VII)

PAIRINGS: Chris Evans x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: mobster! Chris, slave! Reader, a tint of angst, slavery, slave girl, sex slave, auction, teasing, body appreciation, slight humiliation, possessive Chris, kind of Dark! Chris Evans, Sebastian being a bastard, master kink, Stockholm syndrome(?), oral (female receiving), fingering, hair-pulling, edging, spankings, masturbation, pet names. (🌶☕)

Walking around the halls of the auction, displays of antiques, weapons, jewels, and even slaves are shown, and a certain plump figured beauty aroused his curiosity.

Word Count: 3782

Okay, so I did some digging in Reddit and got inspired by an audio. This is my first Chris Evans fic and this Chris is different from the Chris we see from the internet, this one is more on the rough side, but there's some soft side here and there. If you don't like the concept of this fic, please don't read it, just in case, it might trigger you. I just realized that this will be a very long story so I will divide it into parts. Don't forget to wash your hands and stay safe! 🍑❤

Masterlist || Navigation - Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, and Part VII.

(E/C) = Eye Color

(C/S) = Color of Skin

(C/H) = Color of Hair

"Sold!" The host exclaimed and congratulated the buyer, a round of applause occurred while the other participants had a sour look on their faces and the item on the stage were taken away, moving on to the next.

Anthony hummed, observing the upcoming one, which is a naked woman who is a virgin as the host announced. The second she was placed on the center, some participants immediately raised their hand and shouted their bid, "Damn, the crowd's going wild." He commented, watching the event took place. The three dangerous men have no missions to take care of so far, so they decided to waste their time on an auction that they're invited to see. The mansion was decorated with dark-colored fabrics, fresh colorful plants, luxurious decorations, big curtains hanging on the wall, and giant, polished windows. As soon as they stepped in the building, whispers and gossips were heard and no one has the guts to ruin their night, too afraid to die in a short time.

Chris scoffed and took good swigs of his hard drink, exhaling in relief when the liquid burned his throat, "I'm actually planning on buying one, but..." He trailed off for a bit to sigh, almost getting bored and uninterested with the things that are presented on the stage, "I wanna try a new taste."

Anthony and Sebastian smirked and continued to watch the bout except for Chris, who was more focused on the open doorways of the big room, contemplating if he wanted some fresh air or carry on with the show that's happening. After five minutes of staring into space, he decided, "Hey guys, I'ma just go outside for air." He stood up and left the table, not sparing a single glance at them and the others.

Chris inhaled the refreshing breeze of midnight at the terrace, viewing the other guests below as they chat with one another, seeing familiar faces but he just ignored them, not wanting to ignite a boring discussion. He was certain that nothing will keep him entertained with the items that are being shown, choosing to stroll around the halls of the mansion instead, hoping that there will be something or someone that will spark his interest.

He went back inside the hallway and walked around, examining everything he sees. The wall is dark red with seamless pattern and crystal chandeliers on the black painted ceiling, elegant candle holders with lighted, scented candles on the wall to bring comfort for the guests. There are antiques and a few slaves as he passed by, not minding the look of fear and worry on their faces as they recognized the mob. Chris is used to the looks he was given all the time, he grew accustomed to being feared and people knew not to mess with him, just follow his commands and he will give you a will to live.

He exhaled in boredom when he still found nothing to entertain him and he was near at the end of the hallway, which he assumed that it leads to nothing but a dead-end, "Why did I fucking agree to come to this lame-ass party?" He muttered to himself, his footsteps echoing across the hall and he scorned when he reached the corners, "I bet that they still have no good shit arou..." He stopped his sentence once he got a good look from the remaining items and his green eyes locked with a pair of (E/C) ones.

There at the end of the hall, a naked, voluptuous woman with (C/S) skin and (C/H) locks, placed on a round, thick mahogany table that is covered with colored maroon, fuzzy linen. They both stared at each other for a moment, her eyes filled with surprise and horror while his eyes show fascination. Chris then began heading towards the poor slave as he observed every inch of her and movements. Obviously, the first thing he noticed about her was her soft body, she was fuller than the other girls he had in the past and wonder how she will feel in his hands, imagining that he was gripping her ample breasts and spanking the tender flesh of her ass until it becomes a rosy pink color. As he was already closed to her space, she broke the eye contact and looked down shyly, her chubby fingers playing with the frizzy cloth.

She never had anyone looked at her like that, she was used to people staring at her like a piece of meat, ready to be eaten, but the look of this man's face says otherwise. What she saw was... admiration and inquisitiveness. She tried not to get her hopes that the Chris Evans, a powerful mob in the city, will take interest with a plus-size slave, but it doesn't hurt to think of him taking her away from this hell hole.

Chris placed both of his hands around the table, trapping the plump lady as he got a closer look to her form, now noticing that her right ankle is locked with a golden chain connected to the skirting board and a small number attached on the leg of the table, meaning that the slave is up for sale at the auction later. He wanted to see her eyes again, so he put his thumb on her chin and gently forced her to look back at him, his breath almost stopped at how alluring her orbs are. He licked his lips and asked, "What's your name, little one?"

His husky voice sent shivers down her spine and she gulped, wanting to avert her eyes but she doesn't want to upset the man in front of her, "M-my name is (Y/N), s-sir..." You swore that you saw his pupils dilated completely when you called him 'Sir' and the tension between the two of you thickens, and the way he dressed right now is a bonus. He is wearing a black satin button-down shirt that hugs his sturdy body perfectly, a few buttons opened and it showed his strongly built chest. Black pants that matched his top, which is covertly geared up with a knife and a handgun, just in case.

"Such a pretty girl, it's a shame that you ended up here," he spoke, his eyes still raking your body up and down, his hand slowly roaming to your side, feeling your smooth skin, "Though, I think I want to buy you." Your eyes lit up at what he said, but he quickly adds in, "Only if you're a really good slave, darling."

Chris leaned in and whispered against your ear, his hot breath tickled on your neck, "If you'll be a good girl, you'll be able to sleep on a silk bed with a bunch of soft pillows that you'll love so much, won't you like that, pet? Instead of a squeaky, broken bed, you had shared with a bunch of slaves." You let out a small gasp when his hand inched its way on your bare cunt, delicately stroking your petals and caused you to whimper in pleasure.

"Then you will be taken care of by my servants, they will do everything to make sure that you're well treated because you deserve it." You moaned when he began rubbing your clit in a steady motion and you yelped when he suddenly gave a smack on your pussy, "You better be holding down those sounds, for now, babydoll, we don't want any more of those bastards see you and might as well take you away from me. Got it?"

You nodded, giving him the puppy eyes to continue what he started. "Good girl," he peppered kisses on your jaw as he resumed rubbing you, holding back your moans as best as you could, only letting out small whimpers but not loud enough to echo. Chris kissed his way down to your neck and his other hand went to your nipples, causing you to arch your back and he smirked, "Your body is so responsive to my touch, (Y/N). Do you like it, slave?"

You bit your bottom lip to stop the moans from coming out and you nodded, your eyes staring intently at his and you trembled as he played with your sensitive clit, both of your foreheads touching, "Yes, sir! Please, can I cum?" You whispered as you watched him kneel down and licked a long strip on your slick and sucked your clit, your legs twitching at the sensation of his tongue swirling around and you held on to the fabric under you, longing to just make lewd noises and feel his body against you. Feeling the familiar knot forming on your stomach, you closed your eyes to wait for the release to wash over you, but you sensed him pulling away, opening your eyes and whined in desperation, almost forgetting that you're supposed to be quiet.

The mob smacked your slit again, causing your mouth to shut and closed your legs to ease your sensitivity, "No, no, no, sweet girl. You don't get to cum, let me see your cunt." Not wanting to get your coochie slapped again, you obeyed and opened your legs, showing your wetness dripping on your inner thighs, the smell of your slick in the air and it embarrassed the hell out of you, but the man staring at you seems to like it.

"Look at that, you're such a good girl for me, pet. I will definitely buy you, but who knows? Maybe there's someone who's richer than me will go after you." He stated and you pouted, not wanting to be handed over to some cruel man, you rather wanted to be with Chris who is at least kind enough to offer pleasant deals as long as you give him what he wanted. He gently placed his rough palm on your chubby cheek, caressing the soft skin and about to kiss those pouty lips away when a dark-haired male called him, both of you froze at the spot until Chris turned around.

"I see that you're having some fun," Sebastian said with a grin and approached the both of you, his eyes trying to take a quick look at your form while Chris protectively blocked you from his view. You peeked over his broad shoulder and gasped, realizing another familiar mob who probably watched the sensual things the two of you did. Seeing that Chris was trying to hide you, Seb snorted, "Come on, Chris, who's the pretty lady?"

Chris frowned, "It's none of your business, Seb," he replied, sensing his tone to be bitter and it caused the other man to laugh. Sebastian placed his hand on Chris's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "As long as the person doesn't belong to someone, then everyone can have a try." He lightly pushed Chris to the side and took a step closer to you, ignoring the low growl that his friend let out and gave you a smile, his eyes roaming every inch of your skin.

You saw the desire in his eyes and he bit his bottom lip, and you glanced back to Chris who was attentively watching the whole interaction and you didn't miss the way his fingers twitch, but your attention was snatched away when Seb started to speak, "Well, well... Someone has finally entertained my buddy," he took your hand that was placed on your lap and softly planted a kiss on your knuckles, a small blush coloring your cheeks.

Gulping, you shyly took your hand back and folded your arms, covering your chest and whimpered, his kiss made you feel butterflies in your stomach. You were afraid that two savage men would fight in front of you and you don't want the first man to get riled up with your reactions so you try to be subtle and make it seem like you're not interested in anyone other than Chris himself. You heard the dark-haired mob chuckle and took a step back, "She's a shy one, just the way you like it." He mentioned and gave you one last look before turning to his companion who had stern look.

Chris scoffed, his glare never leaving his face, and made sure that he wasn't kidding around, "I'm not fucking around here, Sebastian, I'm goddamn serious that she's going to be mine." He snarled and he knew that his possessive side is showing but he doesn't give a fuck, he wants to let you know that he will definitely going to take you away.

Sebastian raised his hands in surrender and shrugged, appearing to be relax than intense, "Alright then, just make sure that you get her before I do."

The two of them sat back down to their seats, Chris has this grumpy look on his face and Seb has a smirk on his lips the whole time, planning on teasing the fuck out of him that can trigger his best pal. He knew that there's a possibility that Chris will beat the crap out of him for doing this but he also knew that his buddy was aware of his banter. Well, he hopes so.

Anthony raised his brow at their expressions, "Why are you guys lookin' like that?" He questioned and Chris didn't bother answering and crossed his arms while Sebastian shrugged his shoulders, "You'll see." At his response, Mackie gave him a weird look and rolled his eyes, not excited to see what these bastards are up to again. Chris wasn't paying attention to what's happening in the event, he didn't even know why Sebastian took him back to their table, but then he remembered the small number under the slave girl's table and she is one of the next in line. He didn't regret going back to their space, he just wishes he could spend more time with you before having your moment on stage, thinking about what he can do more when he finally have you in his bed.

You were nervous, slightly shaking as you took a deep breath and palmed your face with your hands. You're at the backstage already and a few staff were making sure that every inch of you looks perfectly fine, they weren't exactly sure how you were very wet but the host decided that it's a good sight for the audience and leave it be. You were also confused as to why you allowed yourself to be submissive around Chris Evans, who was no different to anyone who wanted to have sex, but his approach towards you was what made you interested in him. You always resist customers who you had a feeling to be cruel and mean, and it will always end up you getting physically hurt and forcing you to do such things. Eventually, they come to their senses that you are a feisty one at times and no one wanted a slave who fights back, so not a single person tries to buy you. The staff made a decision to train you and in the end, you learned how to be quiet and be an obedient slave girl like everyone wanted you to be, despite you being against that.

When you met the pair of blue eyes, you swore that your heart stopped for a second because he wasn't just an ordinary customer, he is one of the well-known mob in town and you don't want him to use force on you as he could just break you and throw your body somewhere, not a single piece of evidence could be found. You remembered your training and got no choice but to follow and hope for the best. What you were not expecting was his delicate touches, as if you were a glass, easy to break. How he whispered those offerings and service, his voice so promising and you couldn't help but believe in his words. You were extremely delighted when he wanted to buy you, anything that can take you away from this dirty place will make you happy unless the person is decent enough to take care of you.

You just hoped that this one is not as harsh as the ones you've encountered in the past.

"Are you feeling alright, Chris?" He heard his friend teased and he just grumbled something under his breath and intertwined his hands together, resting his chin on it and fiercely watched the item gets taken away from the stage, impatiently waiting for someone.

Anthony couldn't hold it anymore, he wanted to know the reason why the cranky marshmallow beside him is fuming inside, "Alright, what the hell happened earlier to make him," he pointed at Chris, "Look so mad?"

Sebastian stifled a laugh, earning a side glance from Evans, "Okay, so I was looking around for him, right? Then I heard noises around the corner and being curious that I am, I followed the sounds and boom!" He exaggerated the word 'Boom', receiving some surprising and weirded out faces from others and went back to their business afterward, "It turns out that Mr. Evans here was having some fun with a slave girl." That got Anthony's lips form into a small 'o' and gave Chris a Lenny face, which he couldn't help but smirk.

Mackie chuckled, "What does she look like, anyway?"

When he asked that, Chris remembered how your soft skin feels against his rough ones, slightly clenching his hands as to imagine he's gripping your flesh. He snapped out of his thoughts and was about to answer when the host finally announced the next object, or person rather.

He wasn't able to answer his comrade's question when his eyes widened at the sight on the stage. The other two followed his gaze and Anthony let out a low whistle, "Heh, that answers my question."

There you were, a chain collar attached on your neck, and a guy was leading you to the center of the platform. He harshly pulled the leash, forcing you to crawl towards him and made you sat on your knees. You shyly looked at the audience but you can't see anyone because of the dimmed lights, not being able to tell who is going to buy you. Yet, you were certain that a particular leader is gonna be one of them.

Soon, a couple of participants joined in and started to share their bid, including Chris who was getting irritated and just wanted to tell the contenders to fuck off, so he kept on raising his bid when someone offers a higher one. He was successful in backing some of them down, only a few of them are on his way now. Unfortunately for him, once the host noticed that there aren't many people engaging in the activity, he went up to you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pull your head backward, a whimper of pain escaped your lips and arched your back, showing off your chest more and you felt the host moved your legs apart, revealing the wetness that was dripping down your thighs until now and it stirred the audience, a couple of new competitors joined in and said their bids.

Chris quietly growled and Sebastian noticed this. Even though he wanted a good taste of the well-developed slave, he knew just how much his best friend wanted someone who can satisfy his needs and make that feeling of loneliness disappear. As soon as he saw the sensual interactions the two of you did, he knew that you are the perfect one, "Come on, Chris, just a few more and you'll finally have that girl," he pushed and when he saw that Chris didn't budge, Sebastian narrowed his brows and decided to land the blow, raising his hand and shouted, "I'll get her for two hundred and fifty thousand."

That got the attention of the room, recognizing the mob's voice and whispers could be heard, but Seb couldn't care less but have a staredown with Chris, who was shocked and he could feel his blood boiling up, and it took every ounce of him to not lunge at Sebastian who was grinning, realizing that he was pushing his buttons.

The host was also shocked by the statement but continued on, "Two hundred and fifty thousand! Going once... Going twice..."

Before the host could say the final word, Chris slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "Five hundred thousand!" Gasps and murmurs could be heard and everyone was astounded by the amount of money he offered, but the only face he was looking right now was yours, who was also looking back at him in surprise because you located his voice.

"Sold!" The host shouted and happily congratulated the mob as the guy escorted you out of the stage and transferred you into a room where buyers claim their prize.

Observing the room, every furniture looks so vibrant and expensive, so you just sat on a victorian chaise and wait for your knight and shining armor, not having the intention to break any of them. At last, you heard two muffled voice discussing something and as they approached near the door, one voice became clear and your face became flushed when you heard him say, "Okay, I don't really give a fuck about the deals and I just wanna get my woman, alright? Fuck off."

A small smile appeared on your lips when he addressed you as his woman, but it quickly vanished when the door opened and there he was, the atmosphere in the room quickly shifted into a profound one and you forced yourself to look into his eyes as his footsteps became louder in your ears. Chris looks like he is ready to devour you at any moment and you gave him a shy smile to lighten up the tension, "Hi, master."

Your breath was cut short when he placed both of his hands on your cheeks and smashed his lips into yours, almost melting into the kiss and how surprisingly velvety his mouth move in sync with yours. His kiss was rough and he immediately slipped his tongue inside, fighting for dominance as you hesitantly put your hands on his chest so you wouldn't fall off the chair. You began to lightly squirm in your seat because you needed to break the kiss for air and Chris sensed that you're uncomfortable, pulling his mouth away and resting his forehead against yours, staring intently into your eyes as his chest rumbled a growl, "You owe me, slave girl. I'll take every coin's worth from your luscious body. You're mine!"

Part 2

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thequeenreaders · 4 years

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Pet’s Tease

PAIRINGS: Sebastian Stan x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: mobster! Sebastian, mild angst, small injuries, tease, making out, strip teasing, naughty reader, smut, sex with clothes on, protected sex, rough sex, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names, grinding, oral (both receiving), deepthroating, spanking, hair-pulling, crying, on the floor, dirty talk, creampie, body appreciation, fluff, aftercare. (🫑🌶)

Sebastian's darling decided to be a naughty tease since he won't give her the attention that she wanted.

Word Count: 4080

This is my first time to write a Mob! Sebby fic and I hope that you gois will like it...? I might try Chris Evans fic soon, so imma study him and hope that I can come up with at least, a good idea. Be safe and don't forget to wash your hands! 🍑❤

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(C/D) = Color of Dress

(E/C) = Eye Color

(P/C) = Pet of Choice

(D/D) = Desired Destination

(Y/N) crossed her arms as she stood there on her husband's office doorway and watched him skim through a bunch of scattered papers on his desk and data from his tablet. It has only been two weeks since Sebastian dicked you down but being the horny bastard you are, you are craving for him to just destroy your coochie. Just remembering how he would rip your clothes in half, tied you up, tease you for eternity, roam his large hands around your plump body, whisper dirty nothings into your ear as he hammered you, sent shivers down to your spine and felt tingles down south. However, it seems like Seb won't be doing those for a while as he is occupied with something.

You've been standing there for about five minutes and Seb didn't even spare you a glance. Your lips formed into a pout and walked towards him, his attention pulled back for a second when he heard footsteps. Alerted, he grabbed his gun from a drawer, but when he saw that it's just you in a cute flowy dress with a grumpy look, his stance immediately relaxes and slump back on his comfortable office chair, a grin making its way on his face and stretched out his arms, "Hey baby girl, come here and sit on my lap."

(Y/N) doesn't need to be told twice and straight away sat on his lap, getting comfortable and making sure that she's not hurting Seb with her weight, which he doesn't really mind, "You look so cute in this dress that I bought you," he took a good look again and bit his bottom lip, loving how the (C/D) color compliments your skin tone and he gazed a little longer on your cleavage, "Do you need anything, sugar?"

You huffed and he placed his hands on your curvy waist, still holding his gun but you don't feel threatened by it, "You've been so busy lately," you murmured, not looking at him in the eye as you played with his loose shirt and Sebastian sighed. He is, in fact, busy taking down another mob and thought that it will be a piece of cake until he found out that it's not just an ordinary mob, a feared and known man named Frank Grillo planned out devious actions to their town. It is such a big deal that it involved other leaders such as Chris Evans, Anthony Mackie, Scarlett Johansson, and more. Knowing that it will be hard to take Grillo down, Seb is certain that it will take a few weeks to solve the issue.

"I know, baby, but this ain't just a plain mission that I have to take care of. So it might take a little longer than a week." He explained as he tosses his handgun on the desk and gently grabbed your face, making you look at him with your chubby cheeks squished a bit. He chuckled at your expression, "Tell you what, when this is all over, we can go and do whatever you want, or maybe a trip to a place you've always wanted to visit."

Your face lits up at his offers, excitement bubbling up in your body, "Really?" You wanted to make sure that he wasn't joking because you really wanted to go out of town for a while, just thinking about exploring another place brings you joy. When he hummed in agreement and seeing no signs of banter on his face, you squealed in delight and engulfed him in a warm hug, feeling his strong biceps returning the hug as well, "Thank you, Sebby!" You said and gave him a kiss, swallowing his chuckles and it started to get heated up as you slowly reached the first button of his blouse while his hands slipped under your dress to touch your full ass and gripped it, smiling smugly when he felt that you only have panties on. You yelped when he gave you a good, big spank and eased the sting afterward by caressing it.

Both of you pulled away from the lack of oxygen, staring into each other's eyes and you smirked at where this is going, "You look so fucking good," he muttered and went to kiss and suck your neck when his phone rang, causing the couple to groan in annoyance. Seb grabbed his phone to answer, not bothering to read the ID caller, and harshly said, "What?!"

(Y/N) sat there and watched him interact with whoever he's calling and by the looks of it, the pressure of the assignment just added more to his stress and palmed his face with his other hand. As the call finally ended, she looked at him empathetically and brushed his soft hair with her hand, "I guess you should do your thing now, sorry for disturbing you though." She said and he let out a tired exhale, hoping that they can catch the rascal sooner, "Since you're doing mostly everything, I will cook your food and maybe help you in the assignment." You suggested with a sweet smile that he can't help but smile back, despite being worn out.

"You're the best fucking wife ever, have I told you that? Keeping me sane from these shitty missions." He told in a drowsy tone, his eyes almost closing and you giggled, lifting yourself from his lap and smoothen your dress, "You've already told me that many times, silly. Now, go do your work while I prepare dinner." You softly planted your lips on his forehead and hoped for the best before heading to the door and left his office, leaving him in a lovey-dovey feeling while you were not only thinking of dinner but also some filthy teasing for him in the following days.

After a few days, Sebastian and the team realized that they basically have everything to take down this guy, so all they have to do is trace all of his bases across the city, hack the system, and eliminate them without causing any harm to other citizens, simple as it sounds but will take longer as it usually does. With their much-advanced technologies, it is nothing compared to Grillo's and they are now determined to finish their business in a day or two.

On the other hand, you have finally thought of ideas on how you're gonna make your husband get sexually frustrated and get him riled up when his business is done. For the warm-up, you prepared breakfast and set them on a tray, bringing them upstairs to his office because he ended up sleeping on the couch. Ignoring the looks and smirks from the bodyguards, you balanced the tray with your other hand and hip and opened the door, carefully pushing it wider and entered the room, closing the room with your foot. Your eyes landed on Sebastian who was still sleeping so you headed to the side of his desk and placed the tray full of food there.

You quietly approached him and held your laughter when he snored loudly, his mouth slightly open and drool slowly going down to his jaw. Before it happened, you lightly shake him from his slumber and he flinched, wiping the saliva off his chin and cleared his vision by rubbing his eyes. He looked up and saw you standing there, his sight still quite unclear, "Morning, Seb. I guessed you had a good sleep, huh?" Chuckling, you grabbed the coffee from the tray and offered it to him, warning him that it's hot.

"Morning, sweetheart. Thanks." He mumbled and blew it before taking a sip, feeling very relieved when the warmness of his drink flowed down to his body, "Definitely, because I dreamt of you."

Playfully rolling your eyes at his cheekiness, you were about to say something when at last, he looked up from his coffee and his face went into a surprise one, eyeing you up and down, "(Y/N), what are you wearing?" He said, his tone turning into serious and waited for your response, thinking of any possible answer as to why you decided to only wear a crop top and lace panties.

You looked down at your clothes, seeing that there was no problem with it and looked back at him in confusion, feigning innocence, "I'm just wearing what I usually wear, honey. What are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about?" His look that he's giving you right now is so territorial that it nearly made your panties wet, and how his voice sounds firm yet calm showed that he's holding back his anger, "You're only wearing a fucking crop top and panties, you fucking let those guards see you in this?" His mug was no longer in his hands as he stood up from his sofa and proceed towards you, trapping you with his hands on the sides of the desk, eyeing your face as if you're planning something on him.

Indeed, you are.

You sighed, doing your best to act because knowing your husband is observant, it will ruin your plan, "Sebastian, this isn't the first time I did this and you were fine with it. Why this time is different?" You countered back and it was his turn for him to exhale, looking away from you and forming up the words in his mind before letting them out.

"Sorry baby, I-I just... I haven't been able to feel you for a while and it's getting to me that you'll get bored and find something else to entertain you when I want to be the only one to pleasure you." He admitted and hid his face on your neck, sniffing your scent and made a tiny groan on how good you smell.

You giggled at his confession and gave him a kiss on his cheek, "Don't worry, Sebby. You're the only one." You whispered, reassuring him and giving him a small smile while your mind was twerking because you haven't fucked up and got the exact reaction you wanted.

You sighed in relief as you got yourself comfortable on your Intex Canopy Island floatie and be mindful to not spill your drink which is on the holder. It was a bit cloudy outside and you decided that it's the perfect time to ease yourself at the swimming pool that Sebastian bought for you for your birthday two years ago. He was taking you to a trip to his homeland, Romania, for 6 months to let the engineers build it without you knowing and made sure that he perfectly timed everything to be finished before your birthday.

He also bought you some cute floaties to decorate the pool, new dresses, jewels, food, and many more. You swore that Seb will do everything to make you happy, especially if the cause of your happiness is him. You discussed to him about spending too much money on you but of course, he wouldn't listen and still spoil you to death.

You are wearing your favorite black bikini and secretly borrowed Seb's dark tinted glasses that he was supposed to wear today and it is part of your plan for him to find it, but it didn't take him too long to figure out when you saw him entered the terrace of his office with his arms crossed and staring straight down at you. You just giggled and gave him a small wave as you slowly opened your legs wider for him to see. He was wearing the suit that he usually wears for his missions and buckled up with handguns, magazines, and knives. Gazing at how sexy and dominant he looks, you couldn't help but inch your hand closer to your bikini panties and moved it slightly to the side, giving him a small peek of your honeypot.

He saw what you were doing and went back to his office, heading to the swimming pool and steadily walk towards you, keeping an eye on you as you used the water to make your way to him. You flashed him a pure smile and sat down on your knees, seeing his eyes ogling your entire body makes you feel so confident and like a queen!

"What do you think you're doing, Mrs. Stan?" He questioned and kneeled down on one knee, "I believe that you have something that belongs to me."

"Which one?" Your response made him snickered.

"The glasses, sweetie. Besides, why would you hide your beautiful eyes?" He gently took the glasses from you and showed your alluring (E/C) orbs, that is silently telling him to kiss you. He hung the glasses on the collar of his shirt and cupped your face with his hands, "So pretty..." He muttered and brought his face closer to yours, your lips connecting. You just kept your hands on your lap while his hands were about to cup your sex and you stopped him from getting too aroused, detaching yourself from the kiss and you see his face kind of disappointed and rejected, "Baby, I don't want you to get excited when you have a business to take care of, you'll get distracted and I don't want you to get hurt."

His brow almost raised in suspicion. Minutes ago, you were giving him a small show and seems to enjoy teasing him, but now you were all worried about him getting a cut, "Well, you better stop teasing me, darling, or else you might not get this cock that you're desperate for a long time because of your naughtiness." He leaned in, his nose touching yours as he whispered those words and you quivered below him, "Understand, babygirl?"

You gulped, "Yes, daddie..."

"Good girl. Now, it's time for me to go," he said as he stood up and wore his tinted glasses, "The guards will keep you protected and just message me if something happened, alright?"

You nodded and granted him a small smile, "Of course, stay safe, Sebby. Love you." Even though he already warned you about your mischievousness, it's not enough to stop you from doing the last show you're gonna pull off.

Looking at herself in the mirror one last time, you gave yourself a blowing kiss and giggled excitedly, reminding yourself to act calm and seductive as you put on your matching robe to at least hide the new lingerie you've been waiting to wear for this special day. You took a pill, applied your perfume that Sebastian loves to smell on you, and made sure that every look is fixed.

They finally murdered the mob and destroyed the rest of his crew and his base, and now they're planning to have a party on Chris's place to celebrate their victory. And a day after that, you and Sebastian scheduled a flight, using his private jet, to (D/D) for a month.

You set out in the direction of Seb's office, taking no notice of the guards you passed by again and you quietly placed your left ear to hear what he's doing. He was talking to someone on the phone and heard him chuckle, quite not understanding what few of the muffled words so you pressed your ear harder on the thick wooden door and you finally heard a clear sentence, "Yeah, sure. Me and (Y/N) will definitely like to attend, she misses Dodger, you know. I'm planning to buy her a (P/C) to keep her company whenever I'm gone."

You covered your mouth in shock as you prevent yourself from jumping in excitement and hug the fuck out of your hubby, thus you took a deep breath and got all your act together. You quietly turned the knob and pushed it wide open enough for you to enter. You spotted your Sebby, who is still on the phone with Chris and sitting at the center of the sofa with his arm resting on the crest rail, and you used that as an advantage to take your time to approach him while he hasn't noticed. You were close to him when he had seen you and mouthed, "Hi, babe!"

You offered him a suggestive smile and he took note of it immediately, thinking that you're intending on something, "Definitely, we would love to see that." He continued talking on the phone as he gave you a questioning look and you sat on his lap, the second you untie your robe and let it fall off your shoulders, he almost chokes on his own breath.

You smirked as you leaned in and started to plant sensual kisses on his neck, making him almost forget about the phone call, "Y-yeah, I'll never forget about that- fuck..." He grumbled when you began to grin on his semi-hard cock, itching to just remove every piece of clothing he has right now. As if you read his thoughts, you unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his sturdy chest, roaming your hand on his pecks and played with his nipples a bit, and then kiss your way down, kissing every scar that is present on his body until you halted at the belt.

You looked at him in the eye while you unbuckled his belt and threw it at the side, eager to take it out and finally taste it again. Your eyes widened as soon as his incredibly hard dick sprung free, causing Sebastian to bite back his groan, "Y-yeah, shit... Sorry, I was a bit d-distracted." You knew that Seb was struggling to keep up what Chris was saying so you licked up to his tip and began sucking him all in, deepthroating a few times and careful to not make a loud noise.

"Urgh, fuck!" He gripped his hair and couldn't hold it anymore, "Hey, Chris, sorry to end this call but something happened to (Y/N) and I need to take care of her." He glared at you, ready to put you on your place, and you just smiled and continued to bob your head up and down on his cock.

He ended the call with a short 'Bye' and threw his phone at the side of the sofa as he stood up, instantly locking his fingers with your hair and held on to it, removing your hands from his shaft and grasped both of your wrists in one hand behind your back, "Oh no, darling. You won't be able to do things your way, no no..." He breathly chuckled and pushed your head further down his cock, the tip hitting your throat and your toes curled, feeling your pussy get wet from getting dominated, "You've been teasing me for the past few days and I've. Had. Enough. Of. It!" He gave a thrust to each last words he said.

Your saliva is dripping out of your mouth and his boner is slick enough to slip inside you. He then pulled off of you and easily placed you on the sofa, pushing your legs apart and caught the sight of your barely covered cunt, the front bottom of the lingerie wet with your slick, "Look at what we have here," he quietly said and pressed his nose to your mound, smelling your juice and he growled, moving the lingerie to the side, "Fucking hell." He then plops his face at your sex and sucked it like a starving man.

You gasped, your legs wiggling in pleasure and Seb placed both of his hands at the back of your knees and pushed it towards you, "Oooh daddie, you're so good!" You moaned when he moved his face up and down and side to side, his light stubble beard tickled you closer to your climax and the slurping sounds made you turn on even more. Of course, Sebastian didn't grant you to cum as he pulled away and you whined in protest, desperate for a release. He shuts you up by smashing his lips to yours, both of your tongue moving in sync and tasting each other from one's mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you felt his rough hands gripped your thighs and effortlessly lifted you up from the sofa, not breaking the kiss until he knelt down and gently placed you on the soft rug floor.

"I'm gonna fuck you on this floor," he huskily said as he hooked his arms with your thicc legs and scooted you closer to his, his cock lightly poking your coochie and you almost came, that's how sensitive you are. He aligned his pelvis at your entrance and carefully went inside you, the pair moaning at how his length stretches your tightness and doesn't stop until every inch is inside, "'This cunt is fucking mine."

You whined at Sebastian, wanting him to fuck you already, "Daddie, please! I wanna cum!" You tried to grind but he held your hips tight and straight away started to pound into you mercilessly, your mouth shaping into 'O' and looked for something to hold onto to but found nothing but his strong arms, scratching his sleeves and causing wrinkles but no one cares at this point. As you were about to cum, he suddenly pulled out and quickly flipped you on all fours, slipping his dick right back in and continue on hammering your pussy, "Yes, yes, yes, daddie! I'm so close, please let me cum! Please?!" You sobbed when he gripped a fistful of your hair and pulled you back until your back hits his chest, his other hand taking out your ample breasts from the lingerie and taking one of them in his hand, bend down and latched onto your nipples, your arm snaked back around his neck.

He growled and his pace got faster than before, "Go ahead, little doll. You gotta cum on this fat cock, huh? Your needy pussy always belongs to me, isn't that right, princess?" He whispered against your ear and you screamed, "YES, DADDIE!" You finally came, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy as he keep hammering your tender cunt and you felt his breath getting a bit ragged.

He groaned and lightly bit your earlobe, "Fuck, baby girl. Imma cum in your pussy, are you ready, baby?"

You squeaked out a 'Yes' and after a few strong thrusts, his chest rumbled and shoots ribbons of warm seed inside of you, resting on top of you but not let his weight crush you. After calming down from their high, he scattered kisses across your neck and back and out of nowhere, he harshly landed pair of his hands on your ass cheeks, causing you to squeak and wiggled out of his grip but it didn't budge, "God damn, I fucking love your jiggly ass." He kneaded it for a moment and gave you last two spankings, your bum getting rosy red color.

Sebastian picked you up from the floor and gently placed you back on the sofa for you to rest, "Sebby?" Your voice sounded raspy and gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes, "When are you gonna buy me a pet?"

He chuckled and softly pinches your cheek, "You were eavesdropping earlier, you naughty kitten." He then started to tickle your sides and you squealed, trying to get away from him and stopped his hands.

You laughed and his heart swells at the sound, his ears will never get tired from hearing your pleasing voice. He finally stopped and leaned in for a kiss, and you responded back with a kiss as well, "I will buy you sooner, baby. Probably, after our trip at (D/D), we will go to a shelter and pick what you want."

You grinned from ear to ear and pulled him by his collar for an embrace, a small 'Oof' came out of his mouth in surprise and returned the gesture, "I hoped you enjoy what we did- shit!" He was pushed down by the floor again and (Y/N) plopped herself on his groin, quickly removing her lingerie before Sebastian could process what's happening properly, seeing you fully naked and he swore he felt his dick twitched in anticipation.

You sneered above him and got down to grinding against his undone pants, working on his erection, "I don't think I'm done playing with your cock, daddie. It's my turn to have it my way."

He sighed with a smile on his face and placed both of his hands behind his head, preparing for many rounds of fucking, "Fuck yeah."

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I Lust You (II/?)

PAIRINGS: Sam Drake x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: modern au, bodyguard! Sam, probably wrong translations, mentions of age gap, gun use, threats, swearing, flirting, a bit of angst. (☕🫑)

They thought that they will be finally set free, thanks to his daughter, but Hector has other ideas.

Word Count: 3564

There was something wrong with the tag list. Their name won't appear when I try to add them, so I'm really sorry if I wasn't able to tag you! I hope you enjoy this one and stay safe! 🍑❤

Masterlist || Navigation - Part I, Part II, and ???

Hector looked at both of them in bewilderment, trying to process the interaction he just saw, "You know each other?!" He questioned as he waited for an answer and watched you descend the stairs with an excited smile on your face.

As (Y/N) got closer to the small crowd, she saw the weapon in Hector's hand pointed at Sam's head and gasped, "Pa, don't shoot him! Remember when I told you the guy who helped me fight off some drunk men? This is him!" The hard look of her father's face lessened faintly and gave a severe look towards the older Drake.

After what seemed like a moment, an unreadable smirk tugged on his lips and turned to his men, an uneasy feeling swirling in their stomach as he demanded, "Llevarlos a mi oficina." The next thing they knew was they were roughly tugged back up to their feet and forcibly lead them elsewhere, causing the robbers to panicked plead in hopes to change the thug's decision.

Sam glimpsed towards your way and saw the worried look on your face as he heard you questioned Alcazar about what he is going to do with them before the armed men took them in an unfamiliar direction.

They groaned as the guards pushed them back to their knees and assumed their position in the office, standing at the corners of the room and later came in Hector, "Cierre la puerta," he ordered as he went around his thick, wooden desk and sat on his button tufted office chair, facing them, "The three of you are lucky that my daughter saved your fucking asses, especially you." He pointed at Sam with his handgun, making him flinch in consternation.

Forming enough courage, Nathan spoke up, "We didn't even get the amulet, so what do you want from us now?" That raised a brow of Hector's and stood up to be in front of them.

"I'm just gonna let you go after hacking my security system, breaking into one of my houses, and knocking out my men?!" He exclaimed and Nate pursed his lips, regretted making him angrier.

Alcazar took a deep breath before continuing, "You know, you're not the only one facing some problems. You see," He sat down on the table and placed his gun beside him, "A bastard has betrayed me and even tried to touch my daughter, and I need to fucking kill him soon," He gritted his teeth at the memory of him harassing his child, "I'm not exactly mad at what you did, I am rather impressed with your skills so I thought that the three of you could make use of it for a better one."

The trio looked at each other in confusion before turning back to Hector, "What do you mean?" Sully asked and watched the mobster let out a small, amused chuckle.

"From now on, all of you are gonna work with me."

Sam was taking a smoke break outside his terrace and thinking about what happened a few hours ago. He was incredibly thankful that God has given him a second chance to live a little longer. None of them ever expected to be saved by Hector Alcazar's daughter, though he did wonder how she doesn't resemble any of him, maybe she got most of her looks from her mother?

Sam sighed with a small smile as he recalled the discussion they had earlier from their small apartment.

"Alright, do you have everything?" Samuel asked his younger brother and slung his bag on his shoulder, feeling cautious at the guards surrounding them to make sure they will not run away.

Nathan zipped his bag closed, "Yeah, I'm ready," they exited their old flat and followed the man who is leading them to the vehicle, "Hey Sam, do you think that this a good idea?" He whispered as he got closer, only for him to hear.

When they were offered to be part of Alcazar's men, Sam was first hesitant to accept because he will not have the same freedom and adventure they had as thieves, but he was tired of hiding all the time and that is not really what freedom is, not intending to be thrown back to the prison again and either way, they have no choice.

As he thought of it thoroughly, Sam viewed the proposal as another opportunity for them to change their way of living, even it is riskier but it is better to have something than nothing at all, "Well yeah, 'cause first off, we aren't gonna be robbers now, brother, we don't need to hide anymore," and second, he will probably get to see you every day, "We'll get a nicer place and better checks."

Sam exhaled, a puff of smoke blew away as he pressed his cigarette on the ashtray and went back to his room, his body yearning to collapse on his comfy bed and drift into a deep slumber. He closed the terrace door behind him and raised his head, almost stopping on his tracks when he saw the plump lady he has been daydreaming of is on the center of his mattress and staring back at him with a grin on your face, "Nice to see you again, Sam."

He returned the same expression and approached you, gently sitting at the end of the bed, "Can't believe I could get to see you again," he said and glanced up at her, quite intimidated at the fact that his new boss' daughter is in his room.

(Y/N) lowly chuckled, "Me neither... and hey, I'm sorry about my dad though, he was being harsh on y'all and got involved in his problems," she gave him an apologetic smile and lightly tugged the end of her robe, feeling a bit shy at his presence as she eyed his muscly arms. He is wearing a white tank top and grey sweatpants, and she pushed her dirty thoughts at the back of her mind and stopped herself from biting her bottom lip.

Sam scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and let out a small awkward chuckle, "We can't blame him, we broke into your house so that's our fault." The slight tension between you lightened by your tiny giggle and Sam took the time to study your features.

Your bare skin glowing with the help of the faint lighting around the room and his fingers twitched to touch the soft cutis, 'She's so fucking beautiful.' He was distracted by his thoughts that he did not notice your waving hand at his face.

(Y/N) scooted closer to him as you placed your hand on his shoulder, ignoring how strong it felt on your palm and gently shook him out of his trance, "Sammy, are you okay?" You queried as you watched him breathe out and adjusted his position a bit.

"Uh y-yeah! Yeah-yeah, I'm fine. It's just uh... a lot to take in what's happening right now." He replied and gave you a reassuring smile, already missing the warmth of your hand as you took it back.

You hummed in understanding, "I should let you rest since you have to wake up early," she stood up from the bed and instead of walking towards the main door, she approached the one that was at the corner of the room and it made Sam confused, about to ask her where she is going when she spoke first, "Oh! Did my father tell you about your role?" She stopped at her tracks as she is in front of the door and half-turned to him, waiting for his reply.

Her question only added up his confusion and asked, "Role? What role?" He saw the small smile grew on your lips and opened the attached door.

"You're gonna be my bodyguard, Sammy."

Hector sat back down on his seat and rested his feet at the table as he checked some of his men who were reviewing the blueprint of the black market displayed across the table, "Alright, ¿todos entendieron eso?" He questioned and crossed his arms.

"Sí señor," they answered in unison and continued to study the drawing. As they discuss the upcoming mission, Nate frowned and leaned back into his seat, "Don't you think this is too risky? I mean, there's going to be a lot of people there." He quietly started to both Sam and Sully who was sat beside him.

Sully shrugged, "We've been doing this for our entire life, what makes this any different?" He pulled out a cigar from his pocket and lit it with his zippo, the tip of the stick glowing as he inhaled.

Nate gave him a look, "Umm... there's gonna be tons of people who could possibly see us doing weird shit."

"Nathan," Sam called and pulled out a cigarette as well, "We were hired for a reason, Alcazar wanted us to be part of his problem because we are thieves and thieves are careful, tactical, and stealthy. Just what he needed." He subtly pointed towards the crime lord with his hand holding the cig before putting it between his lips.

The younger Drake huffed and mumbled something under his breath when the screeching sound of Alcazar's chair drew their attention and watched him stood up, "Alright folks, some of y'all are gonna take care with the system while the rest of you have to prepare for tomorrow. Descartar." All of them besides Hector got out of their seats and the trio soon followed. Sam was the last one to go behind and not even stepping a foot out of the door, "Except you, Samuel. I need to talk to you, and close the door."

His movements stopped as his eyes widened at the sudden call, Sam's grip on the doorknob tensed and took a deep breath, 'Jesus, what does he want now?' He backed up inside the room before closing the door and going towards Alcazar, "What is it, Hector?" He took one seat apart from his boss and waited for the man in front of him to say something.

Alcazar groaned in relief as he got comfortable in his chair, "I assume that (Y/N) told you about your part." He brought up.

An image of you came in his mind and it almost made him smile, but stopped himself to not raise any suspicion, "Yeah, what about it?" He shrugged, not wanting his excitement to work with you get the best of him.

The thug hummed, "I love my beautiful daughter very much, but Imma warn you, chico. She can be very... roguish."

That made Sam's eyebrows rise in curiosity, "Does she do that to every person?"

"No no, she only flirts whenever it's necessary for a mission but mostly to anyone who she's interested in," Hector slightly leaned closer with a small frown on his face, "And I am telling you this because you're probably one of them."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and quietly drew random patterns on his knee of his jeans, "I-I swear that we won't take it any further, I'll do my best to protect her as her bodyguard from now on."

Hector scoffed, "You better, hijo. I don't want anything bad to happen to my (Y/N) or else, you'll end up like the rascals I dumped at the ocean."

The sounds of guns going off echoed through the sky as Sam and Nate narrowed their eyes to focus on the shooting range target. After pulling the trigger multiple times, they changed their magazine and laid their gun down on the wooden table. Sam put his hands on his hips and taken the time to appreciate the view of the wide field, "Honestly, I'm excited for what we're going to do later." He said and looked towards his brother who was reloading his weapon.

"It looks tricky, but I feel like we're gonna have some fun," Nate agreed and saw Sam patting his pockets, looking for his cigarette box, "By the way, what's with you and Alcazar's daughter? Seems like something happened before we got trouble in his mess." At the mention of their tension, Sam can feel his cheeks turning into faint pink and almost turned away from Nate's view so he will not see it.

"Well, uh..." He stammers and looked down at the ground, "There was a bunch of assholes that tried to touch her, so I came into the rescue. We talked and flirted around, and that's about it." Sam glanced up at Nate and gave him a small reassuring smile.

A slight grin slowly came on Nate's lips as he realized something, "Ooooh, is she the reason why you were distracted during our-"

"Yeah-yeah-yeah," He brushed it off and turned away completely to cover his embarrassed face, looking around for any possible distraction for him as his brother cackled behind him, "I just can't stop thinking about her, especially when she kicked those guy's asses on her own. I guessed I got excited." Samuel explained.

You straightened your black shirt and wiped your sweat away from your face and neck with your towel before hanging it on your shoulder and headed to the direction of the firing range, expecting the brothers to be practicing, 'Alright, let's not get too excited, I'm just gonna show them a couple of more things.' You took a deep breath and pushed down the joyish feeling of seeing the certain Drake again and entered the field.

(Y/N) slightly squinted her eyes as she saw them from afar and decided to be cautious of your step as you approach them, their backs turned to you. You were about to open your mouth when your ears were able to catch their conversation and halted your pace once you heard your name got mentioned, "Not take any further? I thought you're attracted to her?" Nate sounded out.

"I am! I do wanna get to know her better, it's just... Hector doesn't seem to like it and I'll end up in the ocean if I didn't do my job properly," Sam sighed and reached for his cigarette box.

You let out a silent huff at your father's protectiveness, you are thankful for having a caring parent that raised you for the self-assured woman that you are now, you just hope that he will stop scaring them whenever you have a companion around. Either way, you are an adult now and can basically do anything.

Hearing enough of their chat, you took a few steps back and made sure it appears like you just came in the area. You started to walk towards them again as you intentionally made your footsteps louder to get their attention, their body rotating to your sound and Sam's surprised with a mix of adored look almost make you laugh, "Hello boys, how's training?" You asked and rested your hands on your wide hips.

"H-Hey! Umm yeah, we're actually done with our training so we're just taking in the, you know," Sam waved his hand to point the marvelous view and remained his focus on you, flickering down to the clothes hugging your full-figured body and his ogling eyes glued to your shapely, comely breasts.

Tilting your head slightly, you indeed noticed the constant gaze he has on you, his desires towards you still intact despite the warnings of his boss. You also had no plan on diminishing your attraction for him anytime soon, but you don't think that he will try to act upon his temptation. You will take matters into your own hands, "Are you talking about me or the field, Sammy?" You playfully hummed.

Sam let out a snicker and inched a bit closer, "Maybe both." He answered with a shy smirk and you chuckled at his cheekiness, almost unaware of Nate watching the whole exchange and found it amusing, though he felt invisible as they continue to talk.

"That outfit really looks good on you."

(Y/N) giggled, "Are you checking me out, Sam?"

"Hey, I'm just appreciating the view-"

Nate's clearing of his throat got their heads turned to him and Sam scolded himself in his head for not being attentive, "Oh yeah! Sorry, this is my younger brother, Nathan. I believe you guys haven't met each other." He gave him a bashful look as they both looked at each other.

You politely smiled at him and offered your hand for a handshake, which he returned, "Nice to meet you, Nathan. I hope both of you are finished with training because there's one more thing I have to teach for tonight."

"You will need to wear this when you finally found another way inside the market," you told them as you handed out their earpiece, "This will help us communicate whatever's happening during the party and your suits are already prepared in your room. And by the way, when you find something that may be useful while exploring around the base, you should bring it with you, just in case."

They gently took it from you and tested it by putting it in their ear, "How about Sully? Where is he, anyway?" Nate asked.

"Gary is just showing him the cars since I heard that he's always your driver whenever you two get into the business." You chuckled and hoisted yourself up to sit at the sturdy workbench, your legs crossed, and leaned back on her hands.

You watched them laugh along and said something about Sully saving their asses a couple of times as another task came in your mind, "Oh shit! I almost forgot. Nate, my dad told me to bring you to his office, but I gotta need to talk to Sam. It's urgent, you know where his office, right?" You partly lied.

Nate's brows raised a bit, knowing damn well it is not that serious of a topic, "Yeah sure," he backed away from them and moved toward the door, "Just call me if you guys need anything." He left the room and silence took over the space as soon the door was shut.

The quietness in the room lingered for a moment before Sam spoke up, "Hey, what's wrong?"

You sighed and folded your arms, "I, um... heard your conversation with Nate about me and my father. So are we gonna pretend that nothing happened back at the alley?" You did your best to not sound nervous, you do not want him to think that you are still hooked up on his charming self because you do not want to lead yourself on for nothing.

"Wait, no-no-no! I really, really want to learn more about you, but we'll both get in trouble if Hector found out." Sam walked closer and gingerly placed his palms on your knees to somehow calm your nerves down.

"Sam, I'm twenty-four years old! I'm an adult! He can't just always ruin my fun," you crossed your arms and kind of glared at Sam, "I know that he's scary and shit, but I will tell him off or talk to him about it." You honestly do not know how you will going to confront your dad, you do not want Sam to be dead because of a fling, but you had enough of his antics. The only way for him to stop is to prove that you were truly safe and happy to whoever you are with, and maybe Sam can be the solution?

You looked up at him and astounded was written on his face, "You're twenty-four? I didn't know you're that young, (Y/N)." His shoulders seemed to sag at the mention of your age and it worried her, thinking that he will not take interest in you anymore because of it.

(Y/N) took a hold of his hand before he withdraws himself and got off the table, "What about it, Sam?" He was staring down at the floor, so you cupped his jaw and lightly brought his face up to look at you in the eye, waiting for his answer.

He closed his eyes for a second before opening them, seeing the dejected look in his eyes, "I-I can't, I'm... I'm too old for you. For christ's sake, I'm like 12 years older than you!"

"So what if you are?" You softly argued and traced your finger lower to his chest, your voice got a bit gentle and kept in eye contact, "That's not gonna stop me, Sammy." You preferred men who are older than you, and learning of his age just made you excited.

He seemed reluctant, hence he gently grabbed both of your hands and removed it from his face, "I don't know, (Y/N). I don't wanna risk it." Your mood nearly dropped at his rejection and looked away from him.

Sam's stomach churned in guilt as he saw the sad expression on your face and sighed, "We'll see, Sam. We'll see..." You muttered and told him to rest now to ready himself for this evening, walking out of the room and headed to your own chamber, leaving him standing alone in the room.

You knew deep down that he wants it as well, but he's stopping his urges because of your father, 'I'll take the lead then.' You thought. After all, you like a challenge.

Part 1 || Part 3

Translations:

Llevarlos a mi oficina = Take them to my office

Cierre la puerta = Close the door

¿Todos entendieron eso? = Did everybody go that?

Sí señor = Yes, sir

Descartar = Dismiss

Chico = Boy

Hijo = Son

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I Lust You (I/?)

PAIRINGS: Sam Drake x Fem! plus size reader

WARNINGS: modern au, bodyguard! Sam (eventually), age gap (Reader is 24 and Sam is 36, 12 years difference), drinking, mentions of sex, drunk and perverted men, swearing, slight sexual harassment, cringy fighting scenes, injuries, flirting, robbery, gun use, threats, rescuing, a bit awkward. (🫑☕)

The Drake brothers were trying to rob a mansion and got caught. They were about to face their death, but someone, who they were not expecting and supposedly not to see, interrupts.

Word Count: 3362

Corny title, haha... I couldn't think of any soooo, yeah. ANYWAYS! I was just scrolling through Tumblr and randomly thought of Rafe Adler from Uncharted 4, so I searched him and been thirsting for him for the past few weeks and I stumbled upon Sam Drake. That's when I realized that he's hot and couldn't get enough of him. When I saw that there aren't many Sam Drake fics, Ima also write some. :D In this fic, the brothers are not treasure hunters, just hardcore thieves, there's a lot of made-up stories here, just for the sake of the fic, and some (probably wrong) translations I got from a translator app :,). This is my first time writing an uncharted fic so sorry if the characters are not accurate here. I hope you enjoy this fic and stay safe! ❤🍑

Masterlist || Navigation - Part I, Part II, Part III, and ???

(C/S) = Color of Skin

(C/H) = Color of Hair

(C/C) = Choice of Color

(E/C) = Eye Color

The sound of jazz music faintly playing in the background helped soothe Sam's mind as he chugged his scotch down in one gulp and gently slammed it down the counter, the alcohol warming down his throat. The bar is lightened up by red and blue neon lights, complimenting the plain, bricked wall and dark wooden floor. He sensed some comfort with the designs and add to that, a couple of women were there to have a good time as him, checking them out from afar as they sway on the dancefloor and a small smile formed upon his lips as the memory of his brother calling him a 'Playboy'.

Sam thought that he will have a good time and have someone warm his bed tonight, after a week of stealing artifacts from a museum, but luck was not on his side as they got hired by a client to steal another artifact and was offered a huge amount of money, and who wouldn't turn down such a big deal?

He used the remaining time for himself to hit the bar and cool his mind off, 'Maybe next time,' he thought as he turned away from the ladies and as soon as he raised his hand to order another drink, his phone made a small 'Ding!' sound, signaling him he got a new message. Sam took his phone out and saw the text from Nate, saying he's almost there to pick him up.

Sighing, he paid for his drink and head out of the pub, inhaling the refreshing breeze of the night as it softly hit his face. Sam tried to enjoy his time before his brother picks him up and a shit ton of brainstorming will happen. This time, the relic they need to get is a six-thousand years old amulet, and the client gave the location of where it is, and it's hidden somewhere in a mansion that belonged to an old man.

This profession of theirs is dangerous and risky, but life was being rough on the Drake brothers and didn't give them an opportunity to change pathways, having no choice but be thieves for a living, working for collectors and rich, corrupted people who paid them to rob a particular item or a certain amount of money.

Sam can feel the stress getting to him and can hear his pack of cigarettes, telling him to light one of them up. He took it from his pocket and got one, getting his zippo next when he heard a couple of men around the corner. He didn't mind it at first, thinking that they're just a bunch of drunk guys hanging around until he heard a woman's firm voice and he became alert, senses that a lady got into a situation where she got cornered by a group of dirty men. He thought of the next worst thing that could occur and he wouldn't let that happen, so he put everything back in his patch and followed the sounds.

He peeked around the other side of the bar and saw six tipsy men, surrounding and trying to convince a plump lass who looks very annoyed and moved away every time they get close. Sam observed the gal and couldn't help but think of how adorable her grumpy look is, perhaps it's the reason why these bozos weren't taking her seriously despite rejecting them several times. Then a guy tried to sniff her neck, causing the woman to quickly turn around and pushed him, cursing him out and that's when Sam decided to step up, not wanting them to continue their disgusting acts, "Woah there, easy now. Just leave the lady alone, will you? You guys have a hard time understanding what 'No' means." He joined in, all of the attention is now on him and his mind is screaming at himself for not plotting first about how he could take care of all six of them without getting beaten up to death.

A lean guy scoffed and approached him, a smirk on his face as he stood in front of Sam, their height just about the same, "And who the hell are you?"

"The name's Sam."

The guy hummed and patted his shoulder, Sam could tell that the man wanted to punch him for interrupting their fun but he's holding back, "Well Sam, why don't you mind your own business and let us do our thing, hmm?"

Samuel glanced towards you and see that you're looking back at him, and he was confused at your expression because you seem to be worried for him than you were for yourself. He looked back to the guy, unfazed by his intimidating look, "What about her? It bothers me that you find this funny while she's clearly upset." He countered and reading his body language, he prepared himself for the upcoming fight.

The man snickered and just as Sam predicted, he swung his fist at him and luckily, he was able to dodge it and struck back, the force of his blow was enough to knock the guy down easily. Then someone wrapped their arm around his neck, holding him in a chokehold and the other one sent a punch to his stomach, groaning in pain and instantly gained his strength back. He kicked the guy in front of him at the abdomen and elbowed the one behind him, releasing him from the lock and took quick breaths before battering them up until they fell into a deep slumber.

The Drake panted, he was ready to fight off the three remaining guys, so he looked around for them and saw them on the ground, knocked out as well, "Holy shit..." He mumbled and snapped his face towards the woman who was panting as well. "Hey," he called out, her head whirled towards him, "You good?"

She let out an exhausted chuckle and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Not expecting to fight somebody today, though." Her breathing slowly went back to normal and wiped the dirt off from her clothes. As she did that, Sam scanned her from head to toe, she's wearing a colored nude plunge bodysuit which showed a hint of cleavage, partnered up with dark blue, ripped jeans and a pair of black kitten heels. His gaze stayed a bit longer on the curve of your breasts and hips, and quickly snapped out of his thoughts and proceeded towards her.

She saw from the corner of her eye that he came close, so she fixed her clothes and stood straightly back up, faced him, and was quite taken back by how tall and handsome he was from up close. She guessed by the few wrinkles on his face that he's maybe around 30s or older, not that it mattered if he still has the toughness to beat some ass up. "Thanks for helping me," she grinned up at him and hid her hands behind her back, fiddling her fingers as she checked Sam out. He is wearing a blue denim jacket and under that is a black V-line shirt, showing a bit of his slightly sweaty chest. Her eyes moved to his beefy biceps and almost bit her lip at how strong he looks.

Sam smirked as he noticed the way she was eyeing his body, "You're welcome, couldn't let those bastards hurt a pretty woman like you." His heart skipped a beat when she giggled at his statement, "What happened, anyway?"

She pursed her lips and looked down at the passed out bodies on the ground, "Aahhh... Well, me and my friends were heading to the bar, but my dad texted me to go home right now. My driver told me he'll be here at fifteen minutes, so I wanted to join my besties at the moment but these guys stopped me from doing so." Her eyes slightly widened in realization and it worried Sam at first, but immediately relaxes when she sniggered and pressed her hands to her cheeks, making a little pouty face which caused Sam's internal to melt in cuteness, "Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is (Y/N)."

"I'm Sam, it would've been nice to see you at the bar and maybe take you for a dance." Your cheeks became a bit red at his flirtatiousness and playfully waved him off, noticing how his voice went a bit lower as he said that and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Another realization came in your mind, scolding yourself for being so forgetful around a man who made you feel certain things, "Hey, umm... Again, I wanna thank you for helping me. I don't know how I can repay you. Do you want cash?" You offered.

Sam thought about it, some fine cash for saving someone could make his day, yet with the way your cute face is staring back at his, there's something else that will make his day better, even if it's a bad idea, "Sounds good, but..." He paused, his eyes hurriedly raking your body up and down before suggesting, "I know it's bad timing and shit, but maybe a kiss is enough?" There was a pause, (Y/N) gaping at him after what he said and he felt his insides churn for asking an awful question, especially if you started to think that he's just the same as other guys.

He is beginning to regret letting himself ask such a request and hung his head, looking away from you, "S-Sorry, forget it... That probably sounds creepy," he let out a nervous laugh to lighten up the tension and his breath nearly stopped when Sam saw you walked closer to him, thinking that you're going to slap him but all those thoughts vanished when you placed your hands on his torso and stood on your tippy-toes, leaning in and placed a kiss on the right corner of his lips. His eyes almost fluttered closed at how soft your lips are, putting his hands on your hips and about to pull you closer but the kiss ended shortly and (Y/N) leaned away, a half-smirk on her lips as she saw the dreamy look on his face and waited for his reaction.

Sam let out a small, breathy chuckle, "Tease," he muttered and his eyes are locked into yours, "You could've moved a little bit more to the right, you know?"

You giggled and lightly patted his cheek, "You didn't say where, Sammy." You swore you saw his pupils dilated at the nickname and he was eyeing your lips from time to time, "I guess you should show me where?" Your arms slowly snake around his neck and started to play with his hair, twirling a lock around your finger.

Sam had no idea how he got a charming, bootylicious woman to flirt with him at the alley but right now, he just hopes that he won't fuck up the kiss that he's yearning for. He softly grabbed your chin with his index and thumb and leaned in, expecting his lips to land into those sweet lips of yours when all he felt was a chubby cheek. His brows furrowed in confusion and saw you looking in a different direction, so he followed suit and there was a car, stopped at the sideway where the both of you are, and giving a few honks to catch your attention.

"Shit..." You mumbled and looked back at Sam with slightly sad eyes, backing away from him and not missing the way he almost clung onto your shirt, "I'm sorry, Sam. I have to go now." You turned and about to fast walk when he grabbed your wrist, preventing to go further your car and you looked back at him in question.

He never felt like this with someone, afraid that he will never see that person again. He could just find another one to replace, especially if it is going to be just a fling, but seeing how you fight the bozos and tease him with your looks and words? He knew that you are something else that he might be craving in his life. Sam gulped, "Will I, uh... Will I ever see you again?"

You sighed, hoping that you will definitely see him again, but with the circumstances with your father lately, it mostly won't likely to happen, "I don't know, Sam. I don't think we will."

"Got it," Nate muttered and the lock of the balcony door opens, putting back his lock pick in his pockets and feeling the flashlight on his side, "Okay, so you still remember the plan?" He looked towards his older brother for an answer and Sam looked back at him with a look as if he isn't an expert in this.

"Of course! I'm not that old yet, Nathan." he playfully assumed as he set his hand on the knob and ready to get in business, but Nate refrained him and said, "Hmm, not long ago, you've been staring off and thinking about something. I just... don't want you to get distracted, 'kay?"

Nate was right. It has been four days and he was still thinking back to what happened at the alley. His mind was full of you all day, asking himself questions like what would have happened if he did kiss you on the lips, or maybe had a dance with you at the bar and it could lead to something more fun. He wasn't able to focus during the preparation of the scheme and brushing it off when someone points it out, and it made Nate and Sully concern about his behavior because he is never like this before. Now, the Drake brothers were at the terrace at the midnight at one of the luxurious mansions they have broken into while Sully is waiting for them behind the house, outside the gates. They were successful in hacking the security system and the next step is to find the location of where the talisman is, gonna knock some of the guards out if necessary.

Sam took a deep breath and lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, "I'm fine, let's just get the thing, shall we?" He dismissed and carefully opened the door, checking both ways before entering without making a loud noise. There are some lamps that dimly lit the house and the bright moon providing some light through the windows, which helped them see the way and scan the rooms and hallways for watchmen.

Halfway through the process, a few guards have their neck snapped by the intruders and they finally found the room, all they have to do now is to pick with the lock and that is Nate's job while Sam was glancing around and listening to make sure no one saw them as he helped by holding the flashlight.

A huge relief coursed through their veins when they heard a sound of the lock unlocking, the imaginary sight of the money they're going to receive just at the tip of their fingers and those thoughts immediately vanish into thin air when they heard cocked guns and they can feel the muzzle pressed behind the back of their head, freezing at the spot and slowly raised their hands in surrender, "Fuck..." Sam muttered and dropped the flash from his hand.

"¡Ven y átales las manos, rápido!" A guy commanded and another one came up and got a hold of their wrist, cuffing it behind their back and forced them to turn around, seeing a load of guards with big guns and both of them gulped, they could have just shot them right then and there and that's the tragic ending of the Drake brothers.

"Hey, take it easy, man," Nate grumbled as they are both surrounded by the armed men and pushed them, physically telling them to walk forward as they lead them downstairs.

Sam hummed, expecting this night to go through smoothly and not guide them through their last moments of being thieves, "It looks like this is it. Huh, brother?"

"Don't say that, Sam." Nate glared at him for thinking that this is the end, but he couldn't deny the feeling as well, feeling deflated that this is their final adventure.

"Just saying it in advance, just in case." They were taken to a large living room and the guards pushed them on their knees. They heard a pair of guards came in and turned their heads, seeing Sully cuffed behind his back and put him in the same position as them. Victor groaned in pain when his knees came in contact with the hard, marble floor, "Jesus, you said there won't be that many."

"I didn't know that it'll be this many."

"Told you, we should've brought guns." Sam quietly bickered.

Nate sighed, "I know."

"Silencio!" A gruff voice shouted and they flinched on how strong his accent is, the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder, and all of them lifted their chins to identify the source of the sound and they couldn't believe what their eyes are seeing right now. A feared crime lord came in, also being known as Hector Alcazar, stopped in front of them, a scowl on his face and threw his hands up, "Mira lo que tenemos aquí, another bunch of thieves!" He exclaimed and grabbed a handgun from one of his men.

The three of them were terrified that the Hector Alcazar was a foot away from them, god knows what his cruel mind is thinking next. They were definitely not looking forward to meeting the Butcher of Panama, knowing how violent and ruthless he can be to his victims and enemies.

Hector inspected each of them and the one that interested him was Sam, so he approached him and lowered himself to his level, kneeling down and snickered when he saw the terrified look in his eyes, "What are you hijos de puta doing in my damn house?"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and reluctantly answered, "We were t-trying to get the amulet and supposedly bring it to our client for a hundred grand." He explained shortly as he cringed at the weakness of his voice and was surprised when Hector let out an amused cackle, his chuckle echoing across the room.

After a moment, his laughter slowly died and his hand was on his belly to relax his breathing, "You tontos!" He called as he stood up and the small smile on his face instantly dropped, "Lástima que no lo tendrás." He positioned the gun on Sam's head and the other two were quick to protest, panicked.

"Papa!"

Samuel was bracing himself for his death, but hearing that voice again had his mouth open, even Hector was halted from pulling the trigger. They all looked up from the staircase and the moment he saw the person, his heart leaped with excitement regardless of the current situation.

There you were, wearing a silky, (C/C) robe that goes above your knees and you had your hair tied into a ponytail, a few baby hairs sticking out. You were focused on your phone with your brows furrowed in annoyance and your fingers repeatedly tapped on the screen as you stopped halfway the stairs, seems like you're texting somebody.

Alcazar groaned as he palmed his face with his hand and walked closer to the stairwell, looking up at you, "¡Hija, se supone que debes estar en tu habitación!"

Both the brothers' eyes widened in shock, clearly understanding the language and catching that one specific word caught them off guard. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, not surprised to be told to go to her room whenever her father is doing his dirty business, "Lo sé, but tío keeps on texting me about your- Sam?" She finally averted from her phone and looked at the living room, seeing the armed men around but a certain, handsome someone caught her attention. The two of you stared at each other, your heart drumming in delight once your (E/C) eyes locked with the familiar brown ones.

Sam let out an awkward chuckle, "H-Hi, gorgeous."

Translations:

"¡Ven y átales las manos, rápido!" = Come and tie their hands, quick!

"Silencio!" = Silence!

"Mira lo que tenemos aquí" = Look at what we have here

"Hijos de puta" = Fuckers

"Tontos" = Fools!

"Lástima que no lo tendrás" = Too bad, you won't have it

"¡Hija, se supone que debes estar en tu habitación!" = Daughter, you're supposed to be in your room!

"Lo sé" = I know

"Tío" = Uncle

Part 2

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