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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

*****

TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

#raven writes #i apologize for all of this #idk what came over me #i was possessed #and taylor refused to sedate me #javier pena x reader #dieter bravo x reader #javier gutierrez x reader #joel miller x reader #marcus moreno x reader #marcus pike x reader #dave york x reader #pero tovar x reader #din djarin x reader #max phillips x reader #frankie morales x reader #jack daniels x reader

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Destiny & Deliverance: Chapter 19

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Dieter Bravo X OFC Smut & Language - Minors DNI New as of 8/31/2023

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Series Rating: Explicit (18+)

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with high functioning anxiety, depression, and mild PTSD. Everything is looking up for her. She is a highly respected consultant for a major LA firm, has her best friend, Lauren, by her side, and is on her path to healing. Everything changes when she meets a handsome and broken stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor, with a heart-breaking past. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, alcohol use, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: "Did we really just fuck in the hallway?"

Dieter and I were a little late getting out of bed that morning. After our post-sleep declarations, we indulged in our physical intimacy for a while longer, which led to a cold breakfast. Not that either of us minded. Given that we still couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it seemed that neither of us were satiated after the morning exploits. I probably could have skipped breakfast all together if it meant spending more time wrapped up in his naked embrace.

Once we finished with breakfast, we got ready and spent the afternoon at a nearby winery which used the final product from the vineyard to make their wine. I learned more than I ever needed to know about wine making. I also tasted a lot more than I should have. As the visit went on, I found myself more focused on watching the way Dieter’s mouth moved when he spoke than listening to what he was saying. I was pretty buzzed by the time we left and only had one thing on my mind. I just wanted to get back to the house and have my way with him. Based on his darkened eyes and firm touches, he seemed to reciprocate that feeling.

After we got back to the house, we couldn’t even behave ourselves long enough to make it to the bedroom. I pinned him against the wall in the upstairs hallway, kissing him urgently, while pulling at his belt buckle. The alcohol was clearly affecting my decision-making skills. He didn’t seem to mind as he backed me up against the wall on the opposite side of the hallway, lifting the long skirt I had worn for our outing. He was pleasantly surprised to find I had nothing underneath. I gave him a wry smile as he looked at me with wide eyes.

“Have you been like this all day?” he asked, somewhat breathlessly.

“I’m starting to find undergarments to be a hindrance when certain situations arise. The less I have in the way of fucking you the better.”

He let out a low groan before he started kissing me again. I finally freed him from his briefs as he lifted one of my legs to hook around his waist. He rubbed his tip at my entrance, finding that I was ready for him. He wasted no time sinking into me, continuing with hard thrusts. We buried our faces in each other’s necks, trying to stifle the sounds that escaped. I knotted one of my hands in the front of his shirt, while the other pulled at his hair. He used one arm to brace himself against the wall to support both of us, while his other hand held my leg in place around his waist. The angle of his movements provided the most electrifying friction against my center, eliciting an intense release that radiated out to all parts of my body causing my head to fall back against the wall. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold back the sounds escaping from my mouth. He spilled into me moments later as he let out a strangled moan into my neck.

We sat unmoving for some time, both of us panting heavily and covered in a light sheen of sweat. He dropped my leg and moved to kiss me. His hand grabbed at my hip tightly as our tongues danced with one another. He finally pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. He let out a small laugh against my lips.

“Did we really just fuck in the hallway?” I let out a chuckle in response.

“We did, and I would do it again with no reservations.”

He responded by giving me one last kiss before turning to button his pants. We finally made it to our room where we spent several minutes cleaning ourselves up. We were both flushed and had freshly fucked hair. We couldn’t look at each other without breaking into smiles. I was honestly shocked at how my body was responding to him. I had never felt this turned on by someone before. The more I indulged in him, the worse it got. I guessed it was payback for avoiding it for so long. It was coming back to bite me with gusto.

Once we were both presentable, we headed toward the patio for dinner. Lucia was just finishing setting everything up as we walked out. She spent a few minutes chatting with us about our day. She had a genuine smile on her face the entire time and seemed happy to have Dieter there. He was clearly in a happier mood than he had been upon our arrival, and it was infectious.

Lucia eventually left us alone to eat. We were surprisingly quiet during our meal. Mostly just enjoying being in each other’s company. Afterwards, we walked over to a grassy area that was a short distance away from the house. Dieter was surprised when I laid down on the grass to look at the stars.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a laugh.

“Looking at the sky. You don’t get to see it like this in the city.”

He agreed as he laid down beside me. We were silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again.

“Can I ask you some questions? You don’t have to answer if it’s too much.”

I felt his hand move to search out mine. My hand met with his and entwined our fingers together. He inhaled deeply before agreeing.

“The woman in the pictures, is that your mom?”

I could hear the smile in his voice, “Yeah, that’s her. I can’t believe that’s one of the first things you went for when you walked into the house. Why did that get your attention?”

I felt a small wave of emotion wash over me as I continued to look at the sky, realizing what it was that drew me in.

“Her eyes. They had the same look you have sometimes.”

I felt his hand tighten in mine. I didn’t elaborate on what I meant by that, but I think he knew. I wasn’t sure why, but it gave me an uneasy feeling.

“Did you really bring me white roses the first time you came over because they’re a personal favorite or did it mean something to you?”

He snorted and laughed as he rolled over onto his side to prop himself up on an elbow to look down at me. He slid his hand across my waist before asking, “What do you think?”

I could faintly make out a hint of his flirty grin in the moonlight.

“Sneaky, sneaky. I think Lauren was on to you.”

“She definitely was. She’s already asked me about it, actually.”

“And you said?” He laughed.

“She took my non-response as a response and let it go. You know how she is.”

I laughed, “I do know. It’s impossible to keep anything from her.”

He continued to smile as he pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently. He held it there as he stared out into the darkness.

“Lucia seems to really care about you. Is she family?” He knitted his brows together before responding.

“She was my mom’s best friend. I stayed with her after…everything happened. I was with her for a long time because I didn’t want to be here. She didn’t live on the property then. Her and Mateo moved here after my dad passed to help run the place. Mateo had been working with my dad since the beginning, so he knew everything that needed to be done. I’ve never really had it in me to be involved with the day-to-day things.”

He laid down on his arm facing me. Still holding my hand in his, near his chest.

“Have you been to your mom’s grave at all?”

He seemed to stare off at nothing as he answered.

“The only time I’ve been is when we buried my father… and even then…I pretended she wasn’t there. I haven’t been able to do it.”

“If you wanna go before we leave, I’ll go with you.”

He didn’t answer, his thoughts had briefly led him somewhere else as he continued to stare without blinking.

I turned on my side to face him, reaching with my other hand to rub at the side of his jaw. His eyes finally met mine.

“Thank you for being here for me,” he said quietly as tears pooled in his eyes. My eyes immediately filled up too. I pulled him toward me for a chaste kiss. I leaned my forehead against his.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I would do anything for you. I love you.”

The tears finally slipped down his cheeks as we both realized it was the first time I had said those exact words aloud to him. He kissed me again as both of us smiled against each other's lips.

We were soon met with the sounds of dishes clinking as Lucia and Jose cleaned up on the patio. We took that as our cue to make our way back to the house. We wished them both goodnight before heading up to bed.

Early the next morning, I woke to Dieter getting out of bed. He leaned down and kissed me before saying he would be back and to go back to sleep. I had just managed to doze off when the flash of light and a door closing pulled me out of sleep. I sat up, looking around the room. Dieter was gone.

I pulled the sheet around my naked body as I got out of bed. I walked over to the terrace doors and pulled the curtains back far enough to peek out. I could faintly make out Dieter’s form as he walked toward the wooded area, with freshly cut white roses in his hand. A sad smile formed on my face as I realized where he was going. I was proud of him and hoped he got what he needed out of the visit with his mother’s grave. I moved to lay down in the bed and instantly fell back to sleep.

Sometime later, the room filled with light as Dieter opened the curtains. I felt him sit on the edge of the bed beside me. He gently pushed my hair back to wake me up. My eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. I reached up to touch his face. His hand met mine as he held it against his cheek.

“You doing ok?” I asked him softly. He bit his bottom lip as he shook his head up and down. He seemed different, lighter maybe. I smiled up at him.

“You ready to head back home?” he asked as he turned to kiss the palm of my hand.

“Not particularly, but I guess we need to.”

I drug myself out of bed and got dressed in some comfortable clothes for the long drive. We quickly packed up, then went out onto the terrace to have breakfast. As soon as we were finished, we started to load up the car. Lucia, Mateo, and Jose came out to see us off. Lucia gave Dieter a somewhat emotional goodbye. As she was hugging me, she asked that I make sure he comes back to see her soon.

Dieter seemed more relaxed and carefree on our drive back home. He happily chatted the entire way and sang along to random songs as he drove. He was clearly feeling much better after the trip. I silently hoped he would stay this way as I watched him from the passenger seat.

When we got closer to civilization, both of our phones began to go crazy as all the missed call alerts and text messages started to come in. His alerts were beyond ridiculous. He ended up turning the sound off as he quietly cursed at it. Most of my messages were work related. I quickly sent a few responses to let them know I would handle things when I got back in the office. They all knew I was unavailable, yet here we were. They were a needy bunch.

We spent that evening relaxing after the long drive. The following day was spent unpacking and catching up on everything we had missed. We had to prepare ourselves to enter back into the real world. I needed to go into the office for several meetings the following day and Dieter had several meetings he had to attend in order to prepare for his upcoming travel and filming. Neither of us were looking forward to it.

When Wednesday finally rolled around, I was struggling to get back into my morning routine. It didn’t help that Dieter was there and decided to join me in the shower, further slowing the process down.

Late Tuesday night, I had found out that we were getting a surprise visit from one of our important clients, so I was a little flustered and felt unprepared. I probably should have gotten my clothes ready the night before because everything was wrinkled. I finally settled on a black tailored three-piece suit. The pants had a straight leg fit and stopped at my ankles. The matching top was more like a bustier. It was on the sexy side, but I said ‘fuck it’ and went with it anyway. I figured I would be fine if I kept the blazer buttoned up. I added some black heels to complete the look.

As I was quickly putting my hair up into a loose updo, Dieter came into the bathroom. He was momentarily distracted by the bustier top I had on without the blazer.

“Damn, can I come to work with you?” he said as he slid his hands around the sliver of bare skin at my waist and kissed up the back of my neck.

“You’re going to make me late if you keep it up,” I replied as I stuck the final pin in my hair to hold it in place.

He huffed, “Who needs work anyway?”

I narrowed my eyes on him in the mirror. He laughed as he grabbed his toothbrush and wandered off into the bedroom. I shrugged my blazer on then rushed around to gather up my laptop and everything else I needed for the day. I stood at the kitchen table digging through my bag, feeling like I was forgetting something. Dieter walked over and handed me coffee in a travel mug and the charging cord for my laptop. I laughed before pulling him in for a lingering kiss. We both inhaled deeply as I pulled away.

“You want me to drop you off at work? I’m heading in that direction. It’ll save you from looking for a parking spot.”

“You picking me up too?”

“No, I’m gonna leave your ass there,” he shot back with a sarcastic tone.

I tilted my head to the side and gave him an annoyed look as he started laughing.

“Alright, you ass, let’s go.” I gave him a playful slap on the chest as I turned to grab my bag off the table.

Dieter got me to the office in record time. He pulled up out front of the building and gave me a quick kiss before I exited the vehicle. He handed me my forgotten coffee mug just as I was about to shut the door. I was a flustered mess as I walked in the front entrance to Kerrie, Aubrey, and Elizabeth staring at me.

“Do you have a chauffeur now?” Kerrie asked with a smirk.

“What? No. I was running late and…never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

“Was that your friend from New York?” Aubrey asked with a smile forming on her face.

“Yes. It was.” My response was clipped as I eyed the three of them. Realizing where this was going.

“So, what did you do while you were off?” Elizabeth asked a little too nonchalantly.

“No. I’m not doing this. Don’t we have clients coming soon?” They all three continued to stare at me, with sly grins on their faces.

“Stop it. I’m not telling you anything.” I gave them a serious look and squared my shoulders. I walked toward my office without another word. I heard the three of them start laughing as Kerrie yelled, “We’ll get it out of you eventually!”

My morning continued to frustrate me. My neediest employee, Steve, appeared in my office thirty minutes before our clients were scheduled to arrive. He was having one issue after another. The guy was wearing me out. I couldn’t figure if trouble sought him out or if it was from his own making. I got him squared away just as I saw Kerrie leading our clients toward the conference room. I wasn’t sure if I was mentally prepared to deal with them. I knew what they were about to try to do, because it wasn’t the first time they had done this.

Aubrey and I met just outside my office door. She told me to take the lead on it. She personally knew one of the clients and did not want to be the bad guy if she didn’t have to be. Figures.

After forty-five minutes of contract negotiation discussions, I was ready to snap. They were not letting it go. I sat unblinking with an emotionless expression on my face as I listened to Mr. Brad Northrup lecture me about our prices. I finally sighed loudly, which got his attention, causing him to stop mid-sentence.

“Is there a problem, Natalia?” Brad said with an irritated tone.

Aubrey knew what was coming. I could see her grimace before I opened my mouth.

“Actually, yes, there is. This is the third time we’ve had this conversation. I let it slide the first two times and gave in because of your friendship with Aubrey, but I’m not doing it again. Clearly, you’re having some financial issues, or else you wouldn’t keep asking for this. We have costs that we have to cover too, which you don’t know the first thing about. So, lecturing me about how much we charge is not going to get the response that you want from me, Brad.”

The atmosphere in the room shifted. His team was no longer throwing figures and justifications at us. They sat in silence with wide eyes.

“Look, I’ll give you two options. We can look at cutting costs which would include cutting some of the services that we currently offer to you. You’re not keeping the contract you currently have at a cheaper price. Or we can cancel your contract and you’re more than welcome to find a new firm to work with that meets your price point.”

I sat back in my seat and tossed my pen on the table. I was done. Brad looked at Aubrey, “You’re really going to let that stand?”

“She's the lead on the account. I support whatever decision she comes to.”

Brad looked like he was about to blow a gasket as he gathered his things to leave. He said they would talk to their partners and get back to us. I watched his team file out the door, noticing Dieter standing in the reception area with Kerrie. They both had amused expressions on their faces. The door was open, so I’m sure they heard my outburst.

I walked out to meet him and asked why he was here so early.

“Well, I was bored so I figured I’d come watch you hand that guy his own ass on a platter,” he said with a chuckle. He put one hand on my hip and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. His actions immediately got the attention of everyone in the office.

“Oh, you heard that, huh?” I said through a laugh.

“I did, and you know I loved every minute of it.”

He gave me a flirty look and I returned it with a smirk before biting my bottom lip. I was well aware of how much he liked it when I “laid the law down”. I was also suddenly very aware of all the eyes on us. My coworkers were so fucking nosey.

I cleared my throat, “Seriously, what’s up. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I realized you didn’t bring lunch with you this morning and you don’t have your car. So, I brought you food.”

He held up the small bag in his other hand that I hadn't noticed.

“Oh, I hadn’t even thought about lunch. Thank you.”

I suddenly felt very self-conscious.

“Let’s go eat in my office. Alone.” I emphasized the last word as I looked around so that the onlookers could hear it. They all diverted their eyes and pretended they weren’t listening.

I closed the door behind us while he went to sit at the small table at the far end of my office. We spent a few minutes talking about our day. He seemed to be in good spirits and excited about filming, which was surprising. After a few minutes of silence, he changed the subject.

“Do we have any plans tonight?”

“Not that I’m aware of, why?”

“Well, a good portion of the missed calls and messages that I had were from Anna. I forgot, today is her birthday. Everyone’s getting together at some fancy restaurant to celebrate. She wants us to come.”

“Oh. What time?”

“Pretty much right after you get off work.”

“If you want to go, I’ll go.”

“You’re sure? I know you’ve had a long day.”

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

Honestly, I wasn’t excited about it at all. I knew he wanted to try and keep his friendship with her. So, I was going to roll with it and try to have a good time.

After we finished eating, I gathered our trash and walked over next to my desk to throw it away. When I turned, Dieter was there. I leaned against the edge of my desk as he unbuttoned my blazer. He moved in closer, straddling my legs and running his hands around my waist under my blazer to pull me in for a kiss. His hands were rubbing small circles on the bare skin of my lower back as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth. I knotted my hands into the front of his shirt and deepened the kiss. I could feel him getting hard against me. I had just pulled away when Kerrie came through the door. She froze, unsure of how to respond to what she had walked in on. I had a smirk on my face as I raised my eyebrows at her. Neither Dieter nor I had moved from our embrace. I imagined he probably wasn’t in any state to turn around at the moment.

“Umm, your ugh, one o’clock is here.” Kerrie said, struggling to hide the smile she was fighting.

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

She nodded as she turned and shut the door behind her. I looked at Dieter, who had an embarrassed smile on his face.

“I’m gonna hear about that later.”

“Yep. My fault, sorry.”

I walked him out to the lobby. He gave Aubrey and Kerrie a tight smile and small wave, with a slightly red face on his way out. They both gave me toothy grins after he was out the door. I responded with the middle finger as I walked around the corner to the waiting area to greet my next set of clients.

The afternoon passed quickly. I spent part of it dodging questions and insinuations every time I was around Kerrie or Aubrey. They were relentless, but it was all in good fun. Before I knew it, it was time for Dieter to pick me up. I had him pull up out front to get me so he could avoid any further interactions with nosey coworkers.

When we got to the restaurant, it was clear paparazzi were out everywhere. It was one of those places you went to be seen.

“Sorry, I’ve never been to this place. I didn’t know they would be here.”

I inhaled deeply. Shaking my head as I tried to keep calm.

“No biggie, it was bound to happen eventually. Right?” I gave him a worried look.

“We can walk in separately if you want? They won’t bother if I’m not with you.”

“No, it’s fine. Really. Maybe just no hand holding or anything. Don’t want to create a frenzy.”

He agreed, as he turned to pull up front to the valet parking area. As soon as he exited the vehicle, they were on him. I managed to get out and walk ahead without them noticing. They were too focused on shouting questions at Dieter. I waited for him on the steps. He eventually made his way over to me. He put his hand on my lower back as we started to walk through the door, which led to a flurry of flashes.

“Geez, that’s insanity,” I said with an exasperated laugh once we were just inside the door.

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, It’s fine. I know what I’m getting into.”

I grabbed his hand as we made our way through the restaurant to find Anna’s table. It was one of those trendy type restaurants with dim lighting and high-end furnishings. I couldn’t say I was surprised she would want to come to a place like this.

We found her table in one of the back corners. There had to be at least fifteen people there already and she was seated in the middle of them. She called over to say she had saved us seats, right in front of her. Dieter greeted everyone and introduced me to anyone I hadn’t met yet. As I sat in the chair, I could feel Anna’s eyes looking me over.

“Geez Talia, I didn’t realize I was attending a board meeting.”

It took Dieter and I both a minute to register what she meant. She was referring to the suit that I was wearing. Dieter narrowed his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak. I grabbed his hand to stop him, before reaching to unbutton and remove my blazer. He glanced over and instantly knew what was coming based on my overly calm demeanor. He had a smirk on his face before a word left my mouth.

“I’m sorry Anna, but homeless bag-lady chic isn’t really appropriate for a professional office setting. Seeing as I came directly here from work, I guess you’ll just have to deal with my business attire. I’m sorry it doesn’t meet your dress code.”

Anna briefly sat with her mouth agape before her eyes dropped down to the bustier, I had just uncovered. Her eyes widened with shock at my response.

I gave her a sarcastic smile as Dieter burst out laughing. He didn’t even try to hold it back like the others sitting around us did. It was a great start to our evening. Anna finally recovered and laughed it off, but she was clearly seething over it. She wasn’t used to someone biting back at her snide remarks.

The waiter came over soon after that to get our food and drink orders, which helped diffuse the tension. Anna avoided talking to us for some time. We were nearly done with our appetizer when she finally turned her attention back to Dieter.

“I literally tried for days to get hold of you about tonight. Where were you that didn’t have a cell signal?”

He had a guarded look on his face as he took a long drink of water from his glass. As he set it down, he put his free arm around my shoulders and pulled me in closer to his side. I could feel him tense before he spoke.

“Talia and I went to Sonoma for a few days.”

She gave a sarcastic laugh as she drew her brows down together in confusion.

“Like, to your parents' place?”

He exhaled before narrowing his eyes at her, “Yeah, like to my parent’s place.”

She laughed harder as she looked over at me.

“Did he tell you his big secret, Talia?” Her voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“I told her everything,” Dieter replied, giving her a pointed look. He continued to calmly sip at his drink while we watched her anger bubble to the surface.

“So, you trust HER with that information over your best friend?”

Dieter smiled as he set his glass down. He squeezed his hand into a fist as it rested on the table, then started repeatedly rubbing his fingertips down his palm. I could feel his leg bouncing beside mine under the table. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh to calm him.

“Yes, I trust her with everything.”

“So, what, are you two like together now? Is that it? You think she’s gonna save you from yourself?”

Dieter’s eyes blackened as his face tensed. I sat up straighter in my seat causing Dieter to tighten his hold on my shoulder. He thought I was about to snap on her.

“Honestly Anna, it’s none of your business what I think at this point. I’m finally happy. You should just accept that.”

“You really think this is gonna work out between you two? She’s not like us. She’s gonna get sick of your moody shit once she gets to know the real you. You know that right?”

Dieter leaned forward, loudly slamming his fist down on the table. All eyes were on us now. A smile slid across Anna’s face as she casually leaned back in her seat. She stared at Dieter, unblinking.

“There’s my angry boy,” she purred.

Her eyes shifted to look at me, “See Talia, he has a bit of a temper. You think you can handle that?”

“Fuck you, Anna. You don’t know me anymore,” Dieter shot back at her, rather loudly as he stood up. The sound of his chair scratching across the floor echoed in the now silent room.

I stood up beside him and tightly grabbed onto his arm.

“Let’s go,” I said as I pushed him away from the table. He jerked his arm away from me, then leaned down over the table toward Anna.

“I’m done with this,” he said as he pointed his finger between them. “I’m done with all of this,” he added, motioning to everyone else at the table.

I chanced a glance around the room. People were starting to pull out their phones. I let out a quiet “fuck” as I roughly reached for his arm again and made him look at me.

“Let’s go home. Now,” I said sternly.

He slowly shook his head up and down as we stared at each other, wide eyed. He turned to walk away, kicking the chair out of his way as he went.

I turned back to Anna, who was still smiling like the Cheshire cat while she watched him walk away. She glanced over at me, and her smile faded. I was beyond livid, so I knew she was getting a full dose of the “fucking scary” version of me in that moment.

“You’re a selfish and pathetic bitch. You know that? Eventually, you’re gonna end up alone. You deserve to end up alone.”

I could tell those words struck a nerve by the way she flinched away from them. I grabbed our things and turned to leave without another word. I walked over to where Dieter was waiting in the alcove near the bathrooms.

He was leaning back against the wall with his hands rubbing at his face when I approached him. I grabbed his hands to pull them away, dropping them at his sides. His eyes were still black as they darted around looking at everything and nothing. He started clenching and unclenching his right hand. Occasionally stopping to run his thumb over his fingertips. He seemed like he was trying to control his breathing.

“Can you talk to me, please?”

He was slowly shaking his head from side to side as he closed his eyes. I was having a hard time getting him to focus. I had never seen him like this before and wasn’t sure what to do. I reached up and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck, somewhat tightly, forcing him to stop moving his head. His eyes popped open widely as he finally looked at me.

“Don’t let her get to you. She’s not worth it.”

I leaned my forehead against his as I felt his hands settle on my hips.

“I can’t believe she said that to you. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I don’t give a damn about anything she has to say. She’s just trying to pull you back into her mess.”

He pulled me in for a tight hug, burying his face into my neck. He took several deep breaths before he pulled away. He rested one of his hands on the back of my neck as he stared at me. His eyes looked better now. They were back to their normal chocolate brown color.

“How about you take me home and get me out of this damn bustier?”

That had the intended effect. He gave me a small smile and chuckled before pulling me in for a chaste kiss. We were both smiling as we turned to walk toward the exit. I took a brief glance in Anna’s direction. She had been watching us from the table. It gave me some pleasure knowing she had seen that whole exchange between Dieter and me. He was now smiling and that wasn’t the outcome she wanted.

When we exited the restaurant, we were met with a flurry of flashes and shouted questions. We kept our distance as we walked toward the waiting car and got in. Dieter drove around for a little while and took the long way back to my house to make sure no one followed us. Luckily that didn’t seem to be the case.

By the time we got home, he and I were both exhausted by the day's events. We peeled the clothes off each other and crawled into bed, wrapping up in each other's embrace under the blankets. We briefly spent some time exploring each other's bodies in silence. Happy to be in each other’s presence and feel the warmth and electricity that resulted from our loving caresses. I snuggled into his chest as he ran his fingers through my loose curls. His soft touches caused me to drift off to sleep.

At some point in the middle of the night, I felt Dieter get up out of bed. I turned toward his dark figure as he was putting on a pair of shorts.

“Is something wrong?”

“No mi estrella, I just can’t fall asleep. I’m gonna go in here so I don’t keep you awake. I’ll be back once my mind slows down.”

“Are you having the dreams again?”

“No, it’s not that. I’m just wide awake.”

He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead before leaving the room. I looked up at the clock. It was 4am. This was different, but he had said that he sometimes has episodes of insomnia. I wasn’t sure if it was cause for concern or not. Especially after the exchange he and Anna had earlier. Hopefully he wasn’t bothered by what she had said, because she didn’t know what she was talking about.

I finally fell back to sleep at some point. I was awakened by my alarm a few hours later. Dieter still wasn’t in bed, but I could smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen. I had a staff meeting and a few conference calls that I needed to go into the office to deal with, so I got up to get ready. I kept things more casual today, opting for dark wash skinny jeans, a light purple silky top, and a blazer. It was definitely a flats day too. My feet were killing me after wearing heels the day before. I left my hair down with loose curls and went light on the makeup.

Once I was ready, I walked toward the kitchen in search of Dieter. He had made breakfast and was just finishing up making me a plate as I walked around the corner. He seemed very wired for someone who didn’t get much sleep.

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting to wake up to this.” I gave him a surprised laugh.

“Well, I had to do something to occupy my time. I got tired of looking over scripts.”

He shrugged as he handed me a plate of food. I gave him a concerned look.

“Are you sure you’re ok? Last night was kind of a lot.”

“Yeah, that isn’t even on my mind. I’m over it. I just got to thinking about work and couldn’t fall asleep. I always do this before filming starts. I start obsessing and over preparing. I’m fine. I promise.”

He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before shooing me toward the table to eat.

“Do you have anything going on today?” I asked him in between bites.

“I have a few calls, that’s about it.”

“I’ll probably be back around lunch time. We have a staff meeting and I have a few calls, then I’ll leave. I’ll work from home the rest of the afternoon.”

He bobbed his head up and down, “Cool, I’ll go grab us some lunch then.”

I gave him a smile, then quickly finished up so I could get going. As I was heading out the door, his phone started to go crazy with text messages, then rang. He rolled his eyes and gave me a quick kiss before going to answer it.

When I walked into the back employee entrance at the office, I could feel eyes on me. I sighed as I neared the reception area to see Aubrey and Kerrie both looking at their phones. They looked up at me with surprised expressions on their faces.

I paused, giving them a confused look.

“What?”

Their eyes shifted to each other, then back to me.

“What? Is something wrong?”

Aubrey was hesitant, but finally spoke up, “Have you not seen the gossip columns today?”

I suddenly had a sinking feeling in my stomach. I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes as I slowly exhaled. “Fuck. What is it? Let me see.”

Aubrey handed me her phone. TMZ had posted a ridiculously long article about forty-five minutes ago. It was about last night. There were pictures and video of Dieter and I leaving the restaurant. There were also grainy videos of our confrontation with Anna and of me trying to calm him down. The voices on the audio were too low to make out anything that had been said. The article made every effort to sensationalize the whole evening with little facts about what happened. They also referred to me as an unidentified female friend. Luckily my face was either covered with my hand or not very clear in all the images and video. I rolled my eyes and handed Aubrey her phone.

“Care to share what that’s all about?” Aubrey asked.

“Yes, I do care. It’s not as bad as they’re making it out to be. It’s not a big deal.”

Kerrie gave me a sympathetic look as she spoke, “I’m sure the picture he posted on Instagram early this morning isn’t going to help the situation.”

“The what?” I didn’t know what she was talking about. Her eyes widened.

“You didn’t know about that?”

I shook my head as I pulled out my phone to look. Sure enough, he had posted a picture of us earlier this morning. I didn’t even know he had taken it. It was a picture of us laying down, his face pressed against my forehead with his fingers in my hair as I lay sleeping. It was cropped in a way that you couldn’t fully see my face. It was blurred slightly with a black and white filter and had text across the middle that said, “Just us.”

It already had so many likes and comments. I couldn’t bring myself to look at the comments. I raised my head to look at Aubrey and Kerrie. I could feel the panic rising in my chest.

“Well, I guess the cat is officially out of the bag.”

A/N: So, did anyone call it that both Dieter and Talia were going to let Anna have it? That was kind of satisfying, right? Look at Lauren picking up on things and not saying anything to Talia about it. Makes you wonder what else her and Dieter talk about when Talia isn't around...

How do you guys feel about the Instagram post? Good move? Bad move? How do we feel about Dieter's behavior? Do you feel like it's pretty on par with how he has been since the beginning?

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The Plan (and All its Iterations)

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Editor "Murch"

Summary: Capturing the attention of infamous actor, drug addict, man slut, hot mess Dieter Bravo was not on your bingo card. But when he invites you to a house party you have to come to grips with the fact that he’s offering you much more than a few free drinks.

Word Count: 12.2k (I KNOW it was meant to be a oneshot and it became a whole meal)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, descriptions of male and female bodies, soft drug use (weed), implied hard drug use, alcohol, oral sex (f-receiving, implied m-receiving), fingering (f-receiving), rimming, safe PiV sec (don’t be a fool, wrap your tool), Bi Dieter, use of sex toys (pretty tame tbh), dirty talk like whoa, unexpected feelings, lil bit of angst.

Notes: This was meant to be a sloppy little Dieter smutfest and whoops, I spilled some feelings on it. But it’s mostly filth. Take this as all of the slutty Dieter I didn’t get to show in Below the Line, but desperately wanted to share. Not Bubble compliant but does anyone really care? Settle in for the show, my lovelies, Dieter does like to perform.

Cross-posted on AO3

Best Laid Plans Masterlist

It doesn’t matter where you stand, sit, or turn at this party, you can feel Dieter watching you. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t get conned into one of these, but he finally hit you where it hurt; your treacherous heart.

“C’mon Murch, just come for a little while. You know you’ll have fun. I’ve got all the best snacks, treats, a pool…” Dieter’s smile is just short of lecherous, hands splayed across your workstation as you click through another set of takes. You quirk a smile at his moniker for you - Walter Murch, king of editing, and the least attractive nickname you’ve ever received - and keep working. He’s distracting as always, but today it’s just that little bit more annoying.

“I’ve got a deadline, Di, leave me alone.”

The casual “acquaintanceship” you’d struck up with Dieter Bravo had started over a bagel. You’d snuck into craft services on your trip to pick up hard drives, and he’d caught you dipping a blueberry bagel into peanut butter. After being mortified that anyone, not to mention a leading actor, had caught you indulging in a snack between long stretches at your editing bay, he struck up some conversation. Mostly about how you always choose the take where he’s flaring his nostrils too much.

“That’s not me, I think it looks dumb. Elias thinks it makes you look wilder, more unhinged.” His charming laugh had been the precursor to all of your ensuing meetings.

Being around Dieter was surprisingly easy, falling into a rhythm quickly. Not that you see him often, just when you’re sent on set for pickups or drop offs. Low on the totem pole means doing the runner jobs and sifting through takes most nights. Mind-numbing work when the best years of your life are being chewed up by the Hollywood machine in favor of making enough money to afford your four-way split apartment.

But when you do see Dieter, he’s always polite, chatty if he’s not practicing for a scene. He asks you about your day, your weekend, if you listened to the new podcast he recommended. Sometimes he flirts, which you try not to take personally even if it makes you smile after he leaves. Among all of your scattered interactions, he always ends the conversation asking you the same thing.

“Want to come to my place after, Murch?” He follows it up with an excuse, a new one most times. He’s having all the production designers over to redecorate. He’s got an early release of the film where Jessica Biel bends over bare-assed. His dealer likes a pretty face. You’ve heard too many iterations to understand there’s more behind the request. Up until a week ago you’d refused, and for a man like Dieter Bravo a simple no actually was enough. He was respectful, never wheedled or whined, but you could see the glimmer of “next time” in his eyes before he hid them behind his sunglasses.

Today, however, you were at a new low when he asked you to come to his house party. Your ex-boyfriend, who followed you to LA just to break up with you when he discovered you were more like a seven in a city full of elevens, just proposed to his new girl. It's premature, a recipe for disaster, but it doesn’t ease the sting of seeing him on Instagram looking like it’s the happiest day of his life.

You should have blocked him months ago.

So now Dieter is hovering over you, large hands glinting with rings splayed over your work surface, notes crinkling softly beneath them. He’s pushed his sweater sleeves up his elbows, exposing thickly corded forearms with dark slashes of black. You didn’t even think he worked out, but the muscles rippling below the skin tell you a vainer story.

When you dare to look up at him, you know you’re a goner. He’s all fluff and seduction, hair an endearing curly mess and sunglasses slipping down his gorgeously prominent nose. He raises an eyebrow, sensing the change in your mood. He even backs off a fraction, letting you breathe instead of crowding. Popping out a hip and tilting his head at you, his anticipation wafts on the air like the tartness of a green apple. You sigh, reclining back in your office chair. Would it be so bad to let go for a night? Enjoy some free drinks and conversation and possibly a handsome eye turned your way? Dieter leans against the table edge.

“You look like you could use a break. Have looked like that for weeks. And I have it on good authority that your boss will be so hungover tomorrow that he’ll call out. Mostly because I’ll make sure of it.” He flashes a toothier grin, lopsided as hell. “C’mon, one party. If you hate it, I’ll never ask again. But I promise I’ll take care of you, Murch. You’ll have a good time.” You almost detect a promise in his voice but dash it away. Fingers digging into your temples, you blow out a particularly exhaustive breath, letting the tension crawling through your spine release.

“Fine, Di, one party. But I have work in the morning, Elias or no, so I can’t stay out forever,” you concede. Dieter is already six steps ahead of you, gathering up your purse and jacket and coming close to unplugging your machine. Thankfully he lets you save and shut down before he ushers you out the door.

“Murch, prepare to have your standards for parties set way too high.”

He’s kind of right. Dieter does throw an excellent party. The house he’s renting during the shoot is huge, a modern monstrosity you gawked at as your Uber dropped you off. Dieter offered to drive but you wanted to stop by your apartment and change. Wearing a flirtier top and a cute skirt that makes you feel like you can belong, you entered Dieter’s temporary home.

The party is in full swing when you arrive, and you can’t make a half turn without finding someone serving you something. Cocktail waitresses with hot and cold canapes, bartenders shaking drinks that must cost more than your fare here. There are various bowls of pills around, joints scattered on a glass table along with pre-cut lines of coke. The martini the bartender fixes you with forty-dollar olives is excellent, taking the edge off your day and giving you a distraction as you clock Dieter around the house.

He manages to be in every conversation yet none of them at the same time, always taking leave of one small cluster to move to another. You stumble upon your boss, who does indeed look several drinks further along than you do. When Dieter throws an arm around his shoulder, refilling Elias’ glass with straight whiskey, the look he shoots you is nothing short of an “I told you so.” Seems like you’ll have a quiet day tomorrow.

As the evening curls later, the outdoor pool lit up and the enormous glass patio doors ushering in the breeze, you start catching Dieter looking at you. Not the way he was earlier in the night, keeping an eye out as you passed from room to room. No, this is much heavier, a literal weight pressing between your shoulders, making you look to see where he is. You’re admiring a painting and he’s leaning against the kitchen counter, hips jutting out and arms folded as he pulls on the joint between his lips. Or sitting on one of the shockingly white couches, a blonde extra dripping in sequins trying to hold his attention but he’s got you in the corner of his eye.

You’re lost as to why.

Dieter is well known around Hollywood as being a bit of a playboy. You’d avoided most of the publicity around it, not wanting your mind to conjure up those tabloids when you had to look him in the eye. Or watch his face for hours in your darkened editing bay. It was unavoidable on a few occasions though.

The parties, including the one you’re currently at, are his most infamous. When the story broke about the blowjob contest he held, challenging every girl at the party to blow a guy better than he can, you almost choked on your coffee. The cover story was accompanied by a “before” photo of him looking up through his eyelashes at a chiseled torso with those sinfully thick fingers dug into the jean waistband. The more salacious photo, a mere Google search away, shows Dieter with the man’s cock down his throat, tongue peeking from behind his wet lips and a satisfied gleam in his eyes. You had to practice not bringing that image to mind several times, which became all the harder when you were picking the best take of him sucking strawberry juice off his fingers.

You refused to think of him when you masturbated later that night. That was a slippery parasocial slope to slide down.

Then there was the rumor that he could make a woman cum with his tongue better than with a vibrator. Though he was supposedly just as good at doing that too. No photos, but many corroborating accounts did add credulity. You’d snorted derisively; he might be a good lover, but no one’s that good. At least no one you’d had.

This is all to say that you are lost as to why Dieter seems to have his eye on you. You’d assumed he’d be a ghost, fucking his way through whatever he fancied and chasing it with whichever vice pleased him. But instead he’s manspreading on the couch, a redhead this time trying to palm his dick over his pajama pants as he sips on whiskey. Even then, with this girl licking his earlobe and straddling his thigh, his sharp gaze is locked on you.

Arousal clutches in your cunt, and you weakly bat it away. No way. Just fixating because you’d said no to him so many times. You’re nothing more than a conquest he’s gloating over.

Or a conquest in process.

You feel your mouth twist as your drink sours on your tongue. Why did you entertain that thought? Dieter can literally lift his hips and be fucking someone gorgeous instantly, yet you somehow believe he’s interested in you? Never mind that his jokes make you ugly laugh, or that he’s offered you rides and sandwiches and an ear to complain into. You catch him again in the corner of your eye, his sly look softening to something like concern.

You're reading too much into it. Putting your drink down a little harder than you mean, you start heading to the bathroom by the entrance. You don’t want to be here, to be reminded that you’re playing dress-up with people who would never learn your name. That you were not the standard of beauty that would catch someone’s eye in this room of supernaturally pretty people. Why did you let Dieter talk you into this? He was the only one watching you tonight.

From behind you, Dieter’s voice echoes through the house. “Pool’s open, bitches!” he shouts, and the mass movement outside and to the water eases your anxiety. At least no one will notice you leave.

The restroom by the entrance is locked, so you venture for another one up the stairs. After a moment of echoey wandering, the party noise now concentrated outside, you find another. It’s huge, larger than your bedroom and decked out with a double vanity, shower, enclosed toilet, and a freestanding tub underneath a window. It’s the bathroom of your dreams, so you’ll be sure to enjoy it while you can.

Washing your hands with the most pleasant-smelling soap you’ve used outside a hotel, you hear a knock at the door.

“One second,” you call, hand on the knob and ready to exit. You turn it, step forward, and are immediately ushered back by large hot hands and a heavy wet mouth close to your ear.

“Fuck, Murch, did you think you’d be able to sneak away that easily?” Dieter rasps in your ear, slamming the door behind him and locking it. One arm winds around your waist and guides you backwards until he’s pressing you up against the vanity.

“Dieter, what the fuck…” you try to protest, but he’s overwhelming your space. His breath, laced with whiskey and some fruity weed strain, warms the underside of your chin as he mouths at your neck, using his strong nose to tilt your head back. His hand is braced against your lower back, the other planted on the vanity top that’s cutting into the meat of your ass, and your heart is racing at this sudden onslaught.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” he growls, the slick slide of his teeth now against your jugular. He soothes the cool press with a wide lap of his tongue, leaving your skin wet for his waiting lips. You try to come up with a retort, a reaction, anything, but his thigh pushes yours apart and presses against your core with a subtle grind. “Don’t pretend you came to this party and didn’t think you’d end up here. With me.”

“Di…” you try again, but his hands clasp the backs of your thighs as he sets you on the vanity. You’re barely perched there, pressed open by those same hot hands as his thumbs circle your most sensitive flesh. The roll of his shoulders is all you can see with his face still pressed into your throat, back bowed as he fists your skirt up around your waist. You did change, did put on something pretty that he could easily slip those thick fingers under. Did you subtly wish for this?

Speaking of, his thumb trails over your dampening underwear, tracing the outline of your folds over the thin fabric. A needy, keening noise slips through your lips, surprising you as much as Dieter.

“Fuck, Murch, keep making those noises and I’ll make you scream next,” he mumbles into the top of your breast, loose lips dragging against your skin as he pulls the neckline of your top down. That damn nickname gives you just enough clarity to retort.

“Holy shit, Di, you cannot call me that with your hand up my skirt,” you chuckle out breathlessly. Finally Dieter lifts his mouth from you, leaning back enough to take in the loopy smile on your face and letting his own breathy giggle join yours.

“Sorry, Murch, I’ll find a better one for you. Something about…” Dieter’s eyes trail down your body to where his hand is still stroking you with teasing lightness. “Sweetness. Honey. Sugar. Sweetheart.” He hums at the last one. “Yeah, I like that. Can I make you cum for me, sweetheart?” he practically purrs as he slides both hands up tease at the waistband of your panties. The spread of them on your feverish skin threatens to drive you back to the brink of sanity, but you have to answer him. Dieter always asks, will respect your wishes if you say no.

“Fuck, yes Di.”

The wicked grin that graces Dieter’s face is the moment of stillness before he begins frantically pawing at you again. He makes quick work of your skirt and underwear, urging you to lean back and lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. His fingers catch deftly on your shoes and discard them as well. The marble under your ass, slightly warmed, makes a shiver of excitement skitter up to your hairline.

“Fuck,” Dieter sighs, staring at your spread sex with parted lips and a glisten of his tongue swiping out. He’s mesmerized for a moment, hands gripping the vanity top as he drinks you in long enough to make you squirm.

“Is everything…okay?” you ask, and the quiet question sounds so weak coming from your tight throat. It brings Dieter back to himself, his eyes snapping up to your concerned ones. The daze is replaced with hunger, and he fists your top in his hands.

“Of fucking course it is,” Dieter snaps out, tugging fabric over your head and deftly unclasping your bra with one hand. In seconds you’re bare before him, perched on the edge of his vanity while his eyes smolder into you. “If anyone’s ever told you your pussy was anything less than perfect, I’ll blacklist him for as long as I have any clout.” The threat rips a nervous giggle from your throat and a shake from your head, but Dieter plants both hands on the counter and comes nose to nose with you. The sudden closeness has you licking your lips, half holding your breath.

“You are the most beautiful person in this whole damn house, present company included,” Dieter teases, a little smile at the edge of his lips but sincerity laced throughout. “And the fact that you’re letting a fuckup like me touch you tells me you don’t believe it. But it’s true, and I’m going to prove it to you about…three to four times, as long as my jaw holds out.” Your brow furrows at the cryptic end to his sentence until Dieter reaches under the vanity and pulls out a stool. Settling it between your open legs, he flops down and absentmindedly pulls his worn t-shirt over his head. When his eyes flick up to you from their vantage point level with your cunt, he gives a little shrug.

“I like feeling your bare legs on my back as I eat you out,” he states, and you’re stunned just long enough for him to scoot close to the vanity and press his face to the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Oh fuck,” you squeak, making Dieter’s smile stretch his lips against your skin.

“Sweetheart, I’ve barely gotten started and you’re already this keyed up? Sure you didn’t take anything?” His smirk travels up to mischievous eyes as he locks them with yours, darting from your parted lips to your trembling hands holding you up. “Don’t worry, I’ve had enough for the both of us, and you’re getting the benefit of all of it.” He turns his head to blow a light breath of air against your folds, the wetness of your arousal causing your back to arch at the sensation.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth, sweetheart?” he asks innocently, shifting one leg to drape over his smooth shoulder and pressing your other knee open. Your words catch in your throat for a moment before nodding vigorously.

“I haven’t gotten by in Hollywood this long on implied consent,” he tuts, finally urging a “yes,” from your parched lips. He grins salaciously before opening his jaw wide and feasting on your waiting cunt.

“Fuck!” you grit out as Dieter’s hot mouth engulfs you, tongue sliding messily through your folds as he hums in contentment. He sucks at your intimate flesh, lips popping off obscenely as he fills his mouth with your arousal.

“God, sweetheart, you taste fucking amazing. Like honey-dipped mango,” he groans, dragging his tongue down, down, down to tease at your entrance. Dieter always got mouthier, more poetic when he smoked, and if that little aside was anything to go by he was only going to get louder with time. Compared to…pretty much any other man who’d ever pleasured you, it was pure erotica dripping from his lips.

“So fucking wet and delicious, been hiding this from me for too long. I could eat this pussy for every meal and ask for seconds, God yes,” Dieter moans between slick dips and thrusts into your quivering cunt. The hand wrapped around your thigh slides closer as Dieter lifts his head just long enough to suck two fingers into his mouth, wetting them liberally before circling your clit.

“Oh my God, Di, that’s…shit, that’s gonna make me cum,” you gasp out, and his chuckle as he drives his long talented tongue inside you only spurs you on. His jaw works as he thrusts deeper and deeper, curling it sinfully to brush against that earth-shattering soft spot inside. Your eyes roll back into your head - if he gives you a g-spot orgasm with only his tongue, all the rumors might be true - just in time for your arms to give out, making you slip backward on the vanity. The back of your head thumps against the mirror, making Dieter look up with concern.

“Sorry, m’okay, just…hah, just got a little weak in the…arms,” you finished lamely, but the scrunched up smile and snort you get from Dieter is well worth it.

“Glad to know I’m affecting you as much as you’re affecting me,” he rasps, licking softly at the crease of your knee as you feel him shift and rock under you. His cock must be aching something fierce. When is he going to fuck you?

“I’ve got my fill of teasing your pussy, now let’s get your cum down my throat,” he says, and yet again that filthy mouth of his goes back to work on your throbbing cunt. He drags his tongue over your clit again and again, fast hard strokes with a swirl that make your thighs shake around his shoulders. Your heavy breathing has devolved into throaty whines that make Dieter moan into your cunt just as loudly.

“Sweetheart, you want something to cum around? Want my fingers in this tight pussy?” he asks.

“Yes, fuck Di, I’m so close, give them to me,” you beg, and the dark growl you hear from between your legs is the precursor to two thick fingers pressing into your slick cunt. He’s achingly slow but steady, pulling the most wretched moan from deep in your chest as he seats himself inside you.

“Yes, you gorgeous thing, look at how good you look all stretched out on my fingers. Cum for me, sweetheart, I gave you my fingers, now give me your cum. Now.” With that rumbled order Dieter closes his mouth around your clit and works his tongue over it fast and fluttering, pressing deep inside you to curl against your g-spot as you crest into bombastic pleasure.

Your orgasm rocks your hips against Dieter, and he presses one thick tattooed forearm against your stomach to keep his mouth plastered against you. Chest heaving, tears beading in the corners of your eyes, you moan raggedly as waves of ecstasy drench your mind. He stays with you through it all, lifting his mouth from your sensitive clit when you start to whine.

“Such a good one right there, so perfect for me. Gonna lick everything up once you’re done, sweetheart, then make you a mess all over again.” His dark murmurings barely register as the white noise recedes and you sit up weakly.

Dieter’s mouth is slick with you, hair sticking up in all directions as he stares at his fingers with rapt attention, engulfed by your cunt. The cool press of his pinky ring against your inner thigh soothes your overheated skin. When he realizes you’re watching him, he turns his gaze back up to you.

“What happens if I want to make you cum again?” There’s no tease this time, only something like the first taste of addiction licking across his features. You huff out a breath, pushing yourself back up on your hands.

“I’d say that would be a lot of effort, but thanks for the offer,” you smirk, but Dieter is still buried knuckle-deep in you. He quirks an eyebrow, then still holding your gaze he curls his fingers deeper inside you, pulling out a choked gasp.

“Doesn’t sound like it. Sounds like you want to cum on my fingers again, sweetheart.” Dieter stands to tower over you, the wide span of his chest level with your dropped jaw. He uses his other hand to tilt your chin up to regard his smug smile.

“Have you ever had someone make you cum twice?” he asks, the cockiness and surety behind his voice making your heart thrum. You’d barely cum once with other men, half the time needing to do it for yourself. A tiny shake of your head makes that salacious smile crawl across Dieter’s lips.

“Aren’t you the most delicious little thing? I get to pop a cherry of yours, and I fucking love cherries,” he purrs down at you. You tilt your head back and toss him your own challenging smile, trying to regain some of the upper hand in this exchange but your breath is shallow and his thumb ghosting over your clit is making your words fuzzy around the edges.

“Might not be that easy,” you try to retort, but as you speak Dieter leans back and lets a string of spit drip onto your clit, lubricating his thumb’s new path. “Fuck,” is all you can say as he licks his lips and winks at you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t hear that over how wet your pussy sounds.” God, you could hate him in this moment for being so cocky but he’s slowly pumping his fingers in you and teasing your clit with perfect pressure. Instead you push yourself up to press your face against his chest, the heat and light sheen of sweat sticking you together. He’s soft-skinned and smells like sunscreen and some expensive cologne that’s barely clinging to him.

“Oh, is pretty girl getting a little overwhelmed with all this attention?” Dieter coos, curling his fingers around the back of your head. You retaliate with a nip to his nipple, making him gasp and tighten his fingers in your hair. “Fuck, sweetheart, I love a girl who bites.” The rush of arousal to your core makes his fingers even slicker sliding in and out of you. You wrap your arms around Dieter’s soft waist, and his fingers slow as he buries his nose against the crown of your head. It’s surprisingly sweet, even though he’s still trying to pull another orgasm out of you.

“Like feeling you against my skin, gorgeous. So soft and sweet,” he murmurs in your hair. Your orgasm is ebbing gently, arousal still simmering in the cradle of your hips but you don’t think you’ll be able to cum again. You blow out a puff of air against Dieter’s chest and lean back, letting your fingers dance on the smooth freckled expanse of his back.

“I think that’s all I got in me for tonight. Not for lack of trying,” you laugh, hand coming down to gently circle Dieter’s wrist. He hums, tilting his head up and squinting like he’s thinking hard, then captures your gaze again.

“A woman knows her own body, but may I offer an alternative?” he says, slipping his fingers out of your cunt and straight into the warmth of his mouth. He sucks indulgently, the pink slip of his tongue darting out from his lips as he licks his palm too. It sparks more arousal in your belly but you try to push it down now that he’s parted from you. With his other hand outstretched he helps you off the vanity and back to your feet. Bare before him, his messily patterned pajama pants barely hiding a strained erection, you wonder how the hell you got here.

Oh, right. You said yes.

“What if…” Dieter starts, letting his hands drop to your waist. The press of his fingers makes you turn to face the mirror, and your disheveled state is a shock to your system. So is Dieter, now standing behind you, looking at you just as hungrily as when he first barged in. You wait with barely concealed excitement for him to take the pleasure he wants, strip off his pants and seek out the clutch of your cunt. Instead he splays a hand over your stomach, another coming up to cup your chin as your eyes meet in the mirror.

“What if I bent you over this vanity so you could watch me eat you ass and finger fuck you to a second orgasm?” he whispers in your ear, and yeah, that wakes your cunt right back up. It’s almost painful how quickly your arousal mounts, heat spreading over your skin as Dieter chuckles at your open mouth and surprised eyes. “What, never had a man do that either?” Your silence widens his smile. “Two cherries then. My favorite.”

“You don’t…” you begin to say, but you have no idea what the other half of that sentence was supposed to be. Whatever it was, it was conjured up to be interrupted by Dieter’s bared teeth and heavy push against the cool marble, pressing you down until you’re on your elbows and bent under him. He continues to hold your gaze as his fingers interlace with yours, pressing his heavy erection into your ass as he grazes his teeth against your jaw.

“I fucking do, sweetheart. I want it, I fucking need it,” he growls dropping his mouth to litter little bites across the back of your shoulder. The sting of his teeth, quick and intoxicating, makes your hips push back against him. He groans in response.

“You can do whatever you want to me after I have my way with you, sweetheart. Spank me, strap me, edge me, I’ll take everything you give me if you let me taste all of you.” The shudder that wrecks your body precedes the verbal “yes”.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he breathes into your skin before lifting off you, heat now absent from your back. You almost ask for him to stay, but he’s back to sitting behind you and all you can do is gasp as his large hands grip your ass cheeks and spread them to his gaze.

“Fuck, how are you so fucking pretty everywhere?” he asks, a tender fingertip smoothing over the tight ring of muscle he’s ogling. You jump, the sensation foreign, but he hushes you with soft strokes over your ass and down your thighs.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he croons, and the familiar stroke of his fingers finding your clit again is paired with the unfamiliar swirl of a tongue against your back entrance. The choked noise you let out is undignified and louder than you intend, but so warranted as Dieter begins laving soft strokes while rolling your clit between his fingers.

You try to settle into the sensations but can’t get out of your own head. Not when Dieter’s whole face is pressed into you, hot puffs of air fanning across your lower back as he prods and slurps and mumbles into your ass. Hazarding a look into the mirror you catch his halo of messy curls falling across his closed eyes, his curved nose pressed hard against your flesh. One massive hand is grasping at your cheek, kneading his thumb into the pillowy curve, as the other keeps sliding through your drenched sex, dragging languid strokes over your clit.

As if he knows you’re looking (or is hoping for it), he opens his eyes and catches yours in the mirror. The blissed-out gaze is replaced by a smug smile as he lifts up enough for you to watch the tip of his tongue slide up your cleft and disappear back into his mouth. You empty out a sigh when his mouth leaves you, anxiety finally reducing to a simmer.

“Relax, sweetheart, you’re so tense,” he coos, dropping open-mouthed kisses across your lower back and stroking up your thighs. “Self-conscious?” he asks, oscillating between teasing and gentle reassurance.

“Yeah,” you admit with a breathy laugh, burying your face in your arms.

“That’s okay,” he reassures you, standing again. He urges you to lift up and press back against him, his roaming hands searing paths across your stomach, over your breasts, circling your neck. “I just want you to feel good, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good.” You lock eyes with him in the mirror, which makes him smile slow and sweet. He looks more like a boy with a crush than a man with your arousal on his lips.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” he murmurs into your jaw, pressing a line of kisses along it. You open your mouth but the words don’t come out. Embarrassment sticks them behind your tongue.

I want you to kiss me.

Dieter hums right next to your ear, the vibration pebbling your skin.

“It’s okay, you can ask for anything. I’ll give it to you. Won’t even tease you about it.” His hands are tracing hypnotic paths, his words making you clench around nothing. He notices.

“Ohhhhh I see what we have here. You like it when I talk to you like this?” he gravels against you, two fingers lewdly darting to your cunt to slide across your clit. “I can do that, sweetheart. My biggest asset is my mouth, after all. Wouldn’t you agree?” You nod and bite back a whimper as he palms one breast in his hand, holding you against him. The other expertly ramps up your arousal, his eyes in t e mirror burning into yours as he ladles filth into your ear.

“Do you know how fucking hot you look all draped over me like this? I’d wear you like this to the Met Gala, show everyone how lucky I am to have your scent on me. And this pussy is made for my fingers. Look at how wet you’re getting for them. I’m gonna have to lick you clean again, can’t let any of that go to waste. Fuck, sweetheart, give me one more, please. It’ll feel so good to cum again, you know it. I know it. And the second one is always better. I want to hear you say my name when you cum. I want the honor of being the first one to make you do it. Tell me what will make you cum, beautiful. Is this enough? What do you need? I’ll do anything, I’ve got toys, I’ve got porn, I’ve got all the time in the world. Let me make you see stars, sweetheart. Let me feel you clench around me again.”

It’s working, you’re ascending and shaking and Dieter’s smile is widening as he works you faster, gently bending you at the waist until your hands rest on the vanity.

“I’m here with you, relax sweetheart, you’re so close,” he purrs, sliding down to kneel behind you again, leaving a searing trail of kisses down your spine. He has your orgasm between his fingers, and waits just long enough to press his tongue hard against your fluttering ring of muscle before he pushes you over the edge.

The pressure on your clit, the insistent press of his tongue in your ass, the hot brand of his hand gripping the back of your thigh plummets you into a wracking orgasm, harder and longer than your first. Your arms shake, Dieter’s hands coming up to steady your hips as you lose your balance. He holds you firm, heavy pants skating up your back as he rides out your aftershocks in the cleft of your ass. Once your breathing levels out, coming down to your elbows and dropping your head between your shoulders, he lifts his mouth from you. Leaving a chaste kiss on one ass cheek he sits back on the stool, stroking his hands along the outside of your thighs.

“Hey, c’mere,” he urges, pulling you backwards to flop down on his lap, wrapping his arms around your middle. You rest your hands over his, sliding your fingertips through the dips of his knuckles and tracing the length of his fingers. Pressing his mouth on the back of your shoulder, he drags his nose against you slowly. The scene in the mirror is softer than you expected; Dieter’s brow is smooth, slight crinkles at the corners of his eyes that betray a hidden smile. The fluff of his hair tickles your cheek, your fingers catching on his rings or tracing his bracelets. He takes in a deep breath behind you, his chest arching your back, before letting it free.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, sweetheart,” he says, tapping your thigh to get you to stand. Your expression falters for a moment. Not that you want to argue with him about giving you two fantastic orgasms, but he’s still in those pajama bottoms with a rock hard cock against your ass. You stand, eyes flitting over him but trying to keep the dreamy smile on your face. He gives your ass a light little slap with a lopsided smile before moving to the shower and turning it on. One hand under the stream to temp it, he motions you over.

“I’ll be back in a few, take as long as you want,” he says, and you nod and smile. He’s got an equally fond one on, thumbing your chin before shutting the glass door behind you.

Steam fogs up the shower surround as you step under the spray, glorious heat and pressure soothing any aches out of your bones. You watch Dieter scurry around the bathroom, picking up clothing and replacing the vanity stool. He leaves, shutting the door behind him, and giving you plenty of time with your thoughts.

You don’t know what to do now. As much fun as you’d had with Dieter’s devotions, you assumed he’d want some reciprocation. You’d have happily taken him into your mouth, your cunt, your hand even, but all he did was grind his thick length against you a few times. Did he not find you attractive enough to fuck? Or maybe he was waiting for something from you, something you hadn’t given him. What had you done to make him think you didn’t want him now? Your rushing mind began tainting the pleasurable evening, making you scrutinize for mistakes you’d made, or missteps you’d taken. Maybe you just weren’t up to par with what he wanted. Maybe you were too cold, too boring, too little too late to keep his attention.

The smallest, ugliest voice inside your head whispered that he didn’t even kiss you. That revelation hurt the most, made you stop sudsing your skin and breathe through the gut-wrench. He’d put his mouth on most of your body except against your lips. If he didn’t even want to kiss you, of course he didn’t want to fuck you. You don’t know what he gets out of rocking your world - maybe just an ego boost, debauching the girl he could never convince to come out - but it’s making you tight-chested and warbly as you spiral.

You shut off the shower and reach for the plushest towel you’ve ever felt, drying yourself off quickly. You’ll get dressed and slip out while Dieter rejoins the party. Don’t think about him bragging to the other socialites and Hollywood elites about what he was just doing. Be faceless and invisible and get out. You steel yourself to this choice before realizing that your clothing is nowhere to be found.

Fuck.

Just then Dieter creaks the door open a crack, sliding in when he sees you wrapped in a towel. He’s got a handful of fabric in his hands, a cocky smile on his face as he looks you up and down. It reminds you of that hungry look he had when he first burst in, before the sourness of your inner monologue turned your stomach.

“Sorry, took me a few minutes to find Maria, I meant to get in with you,” he says, placing the fabric in your hands. The quick admission sparks hope in your chest. “She’s laundering your clothes, they’ll be ready in the morning. In the meantime, you can wear this.” It’s a well-worn tan T-shirt, large and loose enough that it looks like it might be closer to a night dress. It doesn’t even look like it once fit Dieter. The thought closes your throat up.

He has a designated shirt for casual fucks.

You smile and thank him, swallowing down the words you want to ask. He’s strangely perceptive though, more so than you thought.

“Hey, you okay? I thought you might be uncomfortable bare-assing it around the place, if you don’t like it I can find something else.” You shake your head, images of offered clothing from other flings swimming past your eyes.

“It’s fine, it’ll work just fine,” you wave him off, trying to force a smile on your face but it’s more effort than you expected. Dieter regards you with caution, his hands splayed on the vanity he just ate you out on as he leans back against it. He lets the silence linger, but his concerned eyes speak volumes.

“I didn’t think…” you finally huff out, surprised that you were actually going to voice this. Dieter smirks, his patience rewarded.

“Didn’t think I’d have a bed for you after? There’s a guest room, I would never throw a girl out after all that,” he smirks. His banter isn’t helping, and the fact that you’re being relegated to a guest room sinks a pit in your stomach. So that’s it. A nicety after everything.

“Thanks, Di,” you say quietly, dropping the towel to slip the shirt over your head. It covers enough that you can get to the privacy of the room. “Actually…” you start, the words tumbling from your mouth. “Sorry, I just didn’t think that you’d…want me to stay.”

Silence hangs between you and Dieter, you worrying at your lower lip, him shaking his head with a smug little smile.

“Why’s that?” he says, and at the same time you speak your truths.

“- Because I didn’t fuck you?”

“- Because you didn’t kiss me.”

You wait for a retort, or for Dieter to chuckle like you’re some naive little extra who sucked his dick thinking she’d get her big break. Instead you’re met with silence and dare to peek up at him.

Dieter’s smarmy smile and raised brow slowly soften, the purposefully casual lean replaced by a more aimless stance, hands rubbing along his outer thighs and feet shifting. His eyes dart around the bathroom as though looking for some sort of trick, a hidden camera, a paparazzi. The silence wrenches your gut even sharper.

“Sorry, that was…that was silly, I shouldn’t have said…shit, I think I’m just…gonna go…” you stammer, moving to walk past Dieter and out to your designated quick fuck bed, but his hands shoot out and wrap around your upper arms.

“Wait, wait, Murch,” he says, that ridiculous nickname back on his lips before he shakes his head and says your actual name. You still and wait, arms crossed over your chest as Dieter’s fingers rub unconsciously against the borrowed shirt.

“Wow, I just…wasn’t expecting that. Um. Yeah. Fuck. I didn’t think…you wanted that. To kiss me.” His voice drops lower, raspier as he drags his hands down to your elbows. His eyes are fixed on your lips now, swallowing hard as his teeth peek out to pinch at the plushness of his own.

“Don’t the people you sleep with want to kiss you?” Your gentle ask is met with a grimace and a halfhearted shrug, his gaze sliding over to your shoulder. It makes you want to hold him, so you do, cupping his scruffy face with your hands.

Because you now see Dieter Bravo, for all his playboy bravado, does not believe he’s worthy of affection.

He takes pride in how good he satisfies his partners, but doesn’t expect them to reciprocate. He’s a page in a tabloid, a rumor circling the internet, a persona based on how many partners he’s blown through and how many times he can debauch them. But they get their fuck and their story and leave, and they don’t even kiss him. How could they not want to the moment they see him?

“I wanted to kiss you,” you say, softly, thumb stroking a little bald patch in his beard. He huffs, discomfort radiating, but you keep your grounding hands on him. “When you held me in front of the mirror, and asked me what I wanted, I wanted to kiss you.”

Dieter’s face is warring with emotions as his hands fall to your waist, bunching the fabric there lightly.

“I’m not used to people wanting that,” he says, and one hand comes up to cup your neck, his broad palm wrapping you with heat.

“Can I kiss you, Dieter?” you coo as you move into his space, slipping your fingers into his wild locks and brushing his nose with yours in the barest of touches. He licks his lips and with a brief nod, he agrees.

Your lips touching gently, softly, raises the baby hairs on the back of your neck. God, fuck every person who made him feel like he wasn’t worthy of the simplest form of affection, his mouth is sublime. The short bristles of his mustache tickle your upper lip as you indulge, his plump lower one fitting perfectly against you. He barely moves, letting you guide him down and determine the pressure and length of time he gets to spend sealed to you. The tentative press of his mouth against yours lets you know he’s present, and when you part he keeps your foreheads pressed together with his hand on your neck.

His first breath is shaky, warm peppermint caressing your chest. His eyes are closed, a tiny furrow in his brow as he takes another slow breath. You slide your fingers through his thick curls, and the sigh that empties out of him quirks a corner of your mouth.

“Good?” you tease softly, and Dieter pulls back enough to look you in the eye. His pupils are blown wider than you’ve seen all night.

“Perfect,” he breathes, then, “sweetheart,” and his mouth is on yours again.

Where your first kiss was soft and hesitant, now Dieter’s mouth is slotting against yours, pulling you flush against him to wrap in his arms. He cradles the back of your head as he drinks you in, frantic movements and keens seeded into your mouth. You wind your arms around his neck, pulled up on your toes as he devours you. Your lips part on a tiny gasp and he dips his tongue inside, a barely-there swipe against yours asking permission. With a suck of that full lower lip into your mouth you give him everything, and he accepts.

Dieter’s possessive hands hold you like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He barely gives you time to breathe before licking into you with fervor, sliding your tongues together and exploring every corner of your hot mouth. When he parts from you he presses smaller, chaste kisses along your jaw, on the apples of your cheeks, a sweet one on the tip of your nose. He’s mapping your face with his lips but never strays far from your own.

Finally, after however many minutes of devotion he offers at your altar, Dieter pulls back and presses your foreheads together again, this time with both hands cradling your face.

“Jesus Christ, I'm an idiot,” is the first thing he says, a wave of giggles washing over you. He joins you with some hiccupy laughs, stroking his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“Okay, okay, let me try to…fucking explain myself because you gotta be confused,” he says, circling you in his arms and leaning back to look you in the face. His lips are pink and swollen, and you can’t help but steal another quick kiss at how delectable they look. His eyes drift closed before he shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

“Focus, Bravo,” he scolds, and the sterner face he puts on makes you giggle yet again.

“Okay so, I fucked up a little tonight. I meant to pace myself with my usual recreationals, but I was…nervous, or excited, or something, that you were coming. And I wasn’t paying enough attention to my dosing and I pushed myself over the line…more than I intended.” Your brow furrowed at his words, making him grimace with a sheepish smile. “I uh, can’t get hard for too long if I have too much blow, and that is…what I did tonight. And believe me, I am fucking disappointed in myself for not being more careful about that.” The threads start coming together now as you listen, arms loose around Dieter’s broad shoulders. “Because I had a plan, but I knocked my main guy out of the ring before the match even started!” At this you start full-body laughing, Dieter’s sparkling smile joining you as you snort against his chest. He laughs too, pressing a kiss against the top of your head. Once you get your fit under control he continues.

“So I had a plan B, but then it looked like you were going to leave, and sweetheart, I absolutely could not let you walk out that door. Not after you finally came here, looking so goddamn pretty. So this was, um, plan…C. Maybe D.”

“D for Dieter Bravo making me cum in a bathroom?” you quip back, eliciting another smile. You liked making him do that.

“Yeah, something like that. But not what you deserve.” He smooths a hand up your back, his eyes softening. “Let me make it up to you?” There is dark chocolatey promise in that phrase that sends a tingle up your spine. You tap a finger against your chin in contemplation.

“That depends. What was plan A?” you ask with curiosity. Dieter sighs and turns his head up to the ceiling.

“That when everyone went out to the pool I was going to ask if you wanted a tour of the house. There’s supposedly a Mondrian in the basement but I took a look and I think it’s a fake.” He tips his head back down and there’s mischief in his eyes now. “Then I was going to take you upstairs to the balcony and make you cum on my fingers as we watched the pool party. And do it again with my tongue as I draped you over my bed. And finally, on my cock and whatever ways you wanted as long as I could keep you there.” Heat creeps up your neck as the more coy and filthy Dieter comes to the surface, but with a tinge of vulnerability still left in his eyes.

“Plan B?” you choke out, his eyes narrowing and smile becoming more predatory as he noses along your jaw.

“Well once I realized I’d fucked it all up and my dick would be down for the count, I thought maybe I’d just tongue you in front of that fake Mondrian until you begged me to stop. Then I was going to offer you the guest bed so when I woke up in the morning I could fuck you properly. Because you deserve the best I have to offer.” Your breaths are coming in smaller pants as Dieter’s hands wander to your ass and squeeze, the tip of his tongue tracing the shell of your ear. You fist the back of his shirt and his thick curls again, and a delightful little moan pops out of his treacherous mouth.

“But then I couldn’t find you after I got all the assholes outside, so I panicked. Caught you coming out of the bathroom and you looked like you were gonna leave, and I lost my cool. I just wanted you here, to stay, wanted your body and your sweet pussy and those hot fucking moans in my ear and it didn’t matter where I got to have you as long as you let me.” He pulls away from your ear and searches your face for a moment, taking in your lidded eyes and parted lips. “And now…we’re here, and…fuck, I want to kiss you again,” he whispers.

You meet in the middle, all tongue and teeth and lips as the kiss becomes frantic, Dieter stumbling back against the vanity as you tug at the neck of his shirt. His hand slides down your spine, grip at your shoulders, your hips, the supple flesh of your ass before he breaks from your mouth, lips spit-slicked and reddened.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasps, cupping your face and laying a chaste kiss on your lips. “I don’t fucking care if I can cum or keep it up or not, I need to fuck you. Do you want…do you want to have sex with me?” he asks, his chest rising and falling in measured intervals as he tries to steady himself. You chuckle and turn into his hand, eyes sparkling when they meet his lusty brown ones.

“Yes, Dieter, been wondering when you’d ask,” you reply, and the words are barely out before he’s sliding back against your mouth, like drinking from your lips is his only concern. He parts from you with a relieved sigh, his touches gentling on you.

“It’s been a weird night,” he says with an exaggerated eyebrow raise that makes you laugh. His hands slide down to take your wrists as he leads you backwards out of the bathroom. The fresh scent of the house without the lingering smell of sex perks your senses, and you realize you don’t hear partygoers anymore.

“Where’s…” you start to ask as Dieter continues leading you down a hall.

“Kicked them out when you were in the shower. Didn’t want them bothering us,” he explains quickly, pulling you into him again and spinning you around so now he’s leading you backwards. He finally stops in front of a closed door at the end of the hall.

“Last chance, sweetheart. Once I get you in my bed, you’re never gonna want to leave.” It’s a brag, but the slight downturn in his eyebrows makes you think Dieter might be enjoying your company as much as you were enjoying his.

“Take me to bed, Bravo,” you purr, and he backs you into his room and locks the door.

The room is reminiscent of a fancy hotel, a sitting room adjacent to a bedroom with modern but lifeless furniture. However, it’s the most Dieter room in the whole house. Stacks of spiral-bound art pads litter the desk by the window, charcoals messily spread across the glass top. A pile of dirty clothes occupies half the couch, and pill bottles and small boxes litter the coffee table. All of the art has been taken off the walls and replaced with taped-up squares of portraits and landscapes. More than a few are lewd in nature, but that artistic kind you can kind of get away with. Through the double doors, a king sized bed takes up most of the bedroom, lit by gleaming moonlight streaming in through a sliding glass door.

Dieter takes your hand, lacing your fingers together with an intimacy you return, and leads you to the crisply-made bed. Without a shred of modesty, Dieter peels the shirt off you and sits you down naked in front of him. The sheets feel heavenly against your skin, cool and soft. You can’t help flopping back and enjoying their texture.

“I think we’ll call this plan F, sweetheart,” he husks, and with a slide of his thumbs under his waistband he shucks off his sweatpants and lazily palms his half-hard cock.

Your thighs squeeze, begging for friction where you yearn for him the most, as he strokes his hand up from the base to the tip. His head tips back, eyes hooded as he watches your reaction. In the half darkness he’s pure sex, the softer curves of his stomach and thighs clenching as he drags his gaze over your body.

“F for finally fucking you,” he says, fingertips teasing the head as he thickens to rock hardness. His cock is perfection, pleasantly girthy and sinfully curved, darkening as he grips the base and hisses out a quiet breath.

“Better come here, then, we don’t have all night,” you tease back, scooting up to lounge on the mountain of pillows and widening your legs. His eyes flash darker, leaning over to plant his hands on the bed by your feet. You try to put on a coy act but your heart is pounding, driving every desire to pay hard to get from your mind as Dieter drinks you in. You think he growls for a moment seeing your glistening cunt spread for him as you preen under his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me, sweetheart,” he groans, and in a moment his hands wrap around your ankles and drag you back down the bed, a surprised squeak dissolving into an even more shocked, “Dieter, fuck!” as he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his tongue right on your clit. Your throaty moans fill the bedroom as Dieter messily eats your pussy, splayed and arching in his bed. One hand leaves your waist and he’s pushing two sinfully thick fingers into your dripping entrance, finding the exact pressure and flick that pulls your orgasm to the forefront blindingly fast.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cum on my face so I can slide in this tight pussy,” he hums into your cunt and with a crook of his fingers and a sensual stroke of his tongue you’re cumming hard and loudly against Dieter’s mischievous smile. He gathers your slick in his mouth and drips it back onto your cunt, the slide of his fingers embarrassingly loud as he removes them.

“That is gonna stroke my ego for weeks, sweetheart. You cumming on my face that fast? After just giving you two? Fuck, I’m so hard right now, I might actually be able to cum myself.” You gasp out a laugh as you come back to reality, Dieter’s broad bare chest framed by your weak legs as he takes himself in hand, smearing your wetness along his length. “Let me put a condom on and then I’ll be back to wreck this pretty pussy.”

Dieter rounds the bed and opens his nightstand drawer, fishing out a condom and rolling it on with practiced efficiency. Looking back at you, he leans over and takes your nipple in his mouth, rolling the bud to aching hardness. His fingers drift to the neglected one and draw soft circles.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” he croons against the softness of your breast, clamoring onto the bed and scooting you back up so he can slot himself between your thighs. His eyes roam your naked body before settling back on your face. “What do you want, sweetheart? I’ll give you anything you want. I’ve got vibes, dildos, plugs, restraints, toys for you, toys for me. Anything you could ever want to make you cum on my cock.” Your hands come up to stroke across his smooth chest, tweaking his nipple to elicit your own delicious gasp.

“Is this the only time?” you ask, and suddenly the air turns heavy. You bite your lip, not intending to ruin the mood. “Just…was wondering if there’s time for those things…later.” You hold your breath but Dieter comes down on his elbows by your head and captures your mouth in a heady kiss.

“I hope to dear God this isn’t the only time,” he whispers, “because I want to have you in so many more ways than this, sweetheart.” The admission makes you pull him to back your mouth, crashing your lips together as he drops his hips and begins sliding his cock through your folds.

“Shit. Shit shit shit shit,” Dieter curses as the wet slip of his cock against you sparks the beginnings of another orgasm.

“If you do have a vibe, that’s the quickest way to make me cum on you,” you offer, and his expression vacillates between a pained ecstasy and smug competency.

“Who said anything about this being quick?” he retorts, laying a searing kiss on your mouth and a toothy one on your shoulder before sliding up the bed to dig in his bedside drawer again. You lay a breathy kiss on his stomach, earning a twitch and a huff from Dieter. He returns with a small bullet vibe between his fingers, pressing it into your hand. “You let me know when you want me to use this.” You nod as he slides back and repositions his knees, posting up on his arms as he watches the head of his cock notch at your entrance. You roll your hips at the insistent press and with a choked gasp slide onto him in a smooth motion.

“Fuck, you…oh shit, you feel so good, sweetheart, oh God, Jesus Christ,” Dieter moans out as you hook your heels behind his thighs and pull yourself down on him, his diatribe getting louder and more needy as you savor the thick ridge of his head pushing through your slick channel. You palm your breasts and Dieter practically shouts as you seat him flush inside you.

“Holy shit, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. Holy fuck, you’re perfect, you’re perfect, can I move? Please can I move, holy mother of God I need to fuck you.” His hands are gripping the sheets next to you so tight you almost hear threads rip. Taking advantage of the heady power you have over him right now, you roll your hips and drag him out of you before taking him back up to the hilt. His stuttering moan is a symphony of pleasure.

“Fucking little tease, do you like fucking yourself on me like this? Using me for my hard cock? Shit, I’m barely inside and I know this is going to be the best fucking pussy I’ve ever had,” Dieter moans, the bulge of muscles in his neck and biceps betraying how worked up he truly is.

“If you wanted me to use you,” you counter, sliding along his length with lazy ease, “then you should have had me get on top. Let me bounce on this thick cock until you begged me to make you cum.” You pause just long enough for the glint of Dieter’s eyes in the dim light to find you. A devious smile of your own curls across your lips. “Then I’d still make you wait.”

Hot possessive hands circle your waist as Dieter rolls you both, his head thumping back on the bed as you come to a straddle.

“Then do it, sweetheart. Bounce on me like the fucktoy I am,” he pants, and where he was dripping with authority and smug assuredness before, his voice is wracked with neediness now. It swells pride in your chest - the unflappable Dieter Bravo falling apart under you - as you begin to roll your hips along his cock. His hands remain on your waist, but he’s holding on for dear life more than guiding you.

The night fills with the wet sound of your cunt filling with Dieter’s hard cock, harmonizing with his groans and growls and your keening breaths. You palm your breasts and flick your thumb over your nipples, basking in the undivided attention of Dieter watching you like a succubus.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t think you could be more gorgeous but you, fuck, you keep proving me wrong. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you on my cock. I want to paint you just like this, so fucking powerful and feminine and…shit, you’re a fucking goddess, let me worship you, let me give you everything you want, fuck, fuck sweetheart, I want…I want you every way I can have you, give you every part of me. I want you to ruin me, sweetheart, ruin me, ruin me, ruin me,” he starts chanting, spurring you on to fuck him faster, harder, slamming your hips against his as he thrusts up to meet you. His eyes roll back in his head as bliss paints his face.

“That’s it, sweetheart, change me, change me, change me, sweetheart, I’m yours,” Dieter moans, and a gleam of wetness around his cheeks makes you lean over him. You were right, a slivered trail of tears is leaking out of the corner of his eye, breathing ragged. You stop suddenly, wiping the tear away as you feel Dieter’s breathing calm again. You hold him inside you, soothing him as he puts a hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry, sorry…” he whispers as you lay soft kisses across the back of his palm, on his cheeks, and once he removes his hand on his lips.

“I don’t want to change you, Dieter, you’re enough,” is all you say, eyes meeting as you watch the minute muscles of his face fight through self loathing, hope, relief, and finally determination before he flips you both again. He dives his dexterous fingers into your palm to take the bullet vibe back, sliding it between his lips briefly to wet it before clicking it on. The subtle buzz tingles in your teeth before he slides it over your clit, pressing his hips flush. The vibrations search for your orgasm as Dieter begins thrusting with short, rolling strokes, keeping the vibe pressed snugly against you. Your hands clench his shoulders as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you,” he whispers, lips mashed messily against your neck as he angles his thrusts up to hit against your g-spot again. “Sweet girl, thank you. This is…so good, so perfect. Thank you.” When your mouth drops into an O he knows he’s found it, adding more force as he slides his mouth down to your nipple. His fingers wrap around the little vibe and swirl it over your clit in a pattern that makes you tighten around him.

“Shit, Di, I’m so close, please,” you beg, Dieter releasing your nipple with a soft pop.

“You never have to ask with me,” he says, and whether it’s a tease or a promise doesn’t matter when he punches up and swirls just right and you’re cumming hard and blindingly around him. Your hips snap and rock, making him hold you tight and flush to him as he shouts his own pleasure. He can barely move inside you, gripped so tight he’s baring his teeth as the aftershocks finally let you relax back down on the bed. You gaze up at him, wild-eyed, thrumming with tension and question.

“Cum for me, Dieter,” you order, and with that permission he snaps his hips quickly into yours, throwing his head back and bellowing when his orgasm rips through his body. You feel him pulse inside of you, emptying out into the condom as Dieter’s thighs shake at the force of his peak.

“Fuck,” he gasps weakly, combing his curls back from his face. You smile lazily, stroking your fingertips along his forearms as his fingers relax on your hips.

“Guess this is a night of cherries for both of us,” you say, a teasing smile at the corner of your mouth. Dieter huffs out a laugh, pulling out and disposing of the condom before flopping down beside you.

There’s a long moment of silence, only your rushing blood and heartbeat in your ears, before Dieter pulls himself up on one elbow with a groan. His fingers skim your wrist, taking your hand and placing your palm against his face. You gladly stroke along that scruffy cheek, your thumb tracing that extremely kissable lower lip. The look he gives you is the most puppy-dog expression you’ve seen on a person before.

“Would you stay the night?” he asks, and the light touch of uncertainty makes your heart flutter.

“In the guest bed?” you reply innocently, and Dieter shakes his head with an incredulous look.

“Fuck no. With me.” His eyes widen. “If you want to. You don’t have to, the guest room is all set up, and I snore and take up the whole bed…” You silence him with a finger on his lips.

“With you,” you agree, and Dieter smiles and nips at your finger in agreement.

Dieter actually doesn’t snore, you’re not sure who told him that. He’s a heavy breather but the noise machine covers most of that. He does take up a lot of the king-sized bed, but it’s mostly because he wants to touch you no matter where you lie. When you roll onto your stomach one heavy hand slides under your borrowed shirt and rests on your lower back. On your side he tries to curl up under you to be the little spoon, which makes a sleepy smile inch across your face. In the middle of the night he gets up to pee and when he returns, you now lying on your back, he crawls up your body and settles between your thighs, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. It’s a little ticklish and heavy, but the sigh he breathes into your skin quickly lulls you back to sleep.

Golden morning light bathes you in warmth as you slowly come to consciousness. Your brain groggily registers that you’re not in your bed at home, the sheets too soft and the mattress too plush. You blearily look around for some context before you realize you’re alone. Alone in Dieter Bravo’s bed, where you spent the night after he pleasured you like a man possessed and kissed you like you were his only air. But he’s nowhere in sight now.

You sit up, back cracking but otherwise decently rested. You’re peering around for a clock, or where your purse might be, when the bedroom door creaks open. A familiar halo of curls peeks in, and the grin that graces his face makes you smile sheepishly back.

“Woke up alone,” you tut at him with fake annoyance, but are secretly relieved he’s there. It made last night feel less like a personal porno and more like something secret and sweet.

Then he comes into the room followed by a pleasantly smiling man pushing a cart. You squeak and yank the covers up to your neck, but the man doesn’t remark as he pushes the cart with covered dishes to the balcony. Dieter throws a secret smile at you as he saunters to the foot of the bed. He’s wearing a white cotton bathrobe, not the ratty ones he normally glides around in. This one looks like it would be more suited in a hotel, and when you catch the Ritz logo on the lapel you realize why. It makes his skin look all the more olive-toned and glowing. His tongue peeks between his teeth as he smiles at you, and your cunt is suddenly very much awake and very much slick at his attention.

“Thought you’d like some breakfast after all the excitement of last night,” he says, nodding at the man who leaves just as quickly as he came in. You catch a glimpse of the outside balcony with two chairs facing each other, a spread of food that’s easily too much for the both of you. But Dieter is what pulls your focus right now.

“I am starving. Where’s my phone?” you ask, leaning back against the pillows as you hear the door close behind your guardian breakfast angel.

“Never keep a phone where you sleep!” Dieter lightly scolds as he crawls up the bed towards you, his robe drooping open to reveal nothing underneath. You giggle as he drops kisses along the tops of your thighs, the soft curve of your stomach, the underside of your breasts. “The Bluetooth messes with your sleep cycle, and the signal your cell phone sends out increases your tech addiction.” You roll your eyes at his lecture and card your fingers through his hair as his mouth finally makes it to yours for a slow morning kiss.

“Hi,” he says, your noses bumping together as his smile dimples his cheek.

“Hi,” you reply, his body settling into yours as he regards you fondly.

“So the kitchen made enough food to feed an army, probably because they thought I had an orgy in here last night. The noise and all.” A laugh sputters out of you that you catch in your hand. Dieter ducks his head to drag his aquiline nose and full lips against your collarbone, tickling you as he speaks.

“So I thought we’d have breakfast, take a shower, together of course, then maybe we drive out to Santa Monica? I’ve been craving a corn dog real bad. And a walk on the pier. And then maybe lunch on the strip, a stroll on the beach, and dinner and drinks on Third Avenue.” Dieter’s voice is getting quieter as he speaks, finally looking up to take in your wondering face.

“Dieter, are you asking me out on a date?” you ask, and you can’t help how confused you sound. This was…not at all what you thought would follow last night. But Dieter is looking at you with mixed shyness and hope, and it’s filling your heart to bursting.

“Would you…like to go on a date with me?” he asks, and your smile is too bright to hide.

“Yeah, I would,” you answer, prompting Dieter to kiss you like you gave him his Oscar personally. Once you parted, a few errant giggles of relief washing over you, you speak.

“What comes after dinner and drinks?”

Dieter’s eyes darken briefly, sliding you down so he can hover over you, caging you in with his thick biceps.

“Something similar to what I’m gonna do to you now. Or completely different. Ladies’ choice,” he purrs against your lips.

“Then I think I’m gonna have to call out of work.”

“Already done, sweetheart.”

END

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