𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 || 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Xⵊⵊ

'*•.¸♡ Shattered ♡¸.•*'
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For hours, Moriarty hadn't looked up from his work. You obediently stayed seated on the couch as he'd asked, but your curiosity was more than piqued; it was a roaring fire, and your thoughts began to wander. You shifted your gaze to the 'King of Crime' who seemed lost in the many files strewn about his desk. Slightly lifting yourself off the sofa, you couldn't resist the urge to scan his papers, your eyes halting on a half-opened file.

Holmes

Inside, four individual sections poked through the stack of papers:

- Alexander Mycroft Chad Holmes

- William Sherlock Scott Holmes

- Jessica Eurus Tiffany Holmes

And one you weren't expecting to see:

- Y/n Xavia Belle Holmes

It had seemed as though Moriarty hadn't caught your wandering eyes. Your heart began to pound, and your breathing quickened as your e/c eyes darted from the man to the file, contemplating if reaching for it would be a mistake. The seconds felt like hours as you debated your next move, the tension throughout the room increasing.

You lifted your arm, slowly extending it in the direction of the folder, making contact with it before he grabbed your wrist.

"Don't," he warned through gritted teeth. His grip wasn't tight, but it certainly wasn't loose-tight enough for his fingerprints to be embedded in your skin momentarily. You swallowed harshly as you shifted your gaze to him. His dark eyes burned into yours, but you held your ground.

You shifted your eyes from him to the folder, motioning to it. "What's in there?" Your gaze returned to his at his silence. "What is in there?" you questioned again, each word as sharp as a knife. You shifted the wrist enclosed in his hold, only increasing the pressure he used to grip it.

He brought his tongue to his lips, gliding it smoothly across. He released a heavy sigh, dramatically pushing himself from his desk. "Your curiosity will be what slays you, kitten." He released your hand, circling around you before kneeling before you. "And darling, we both know cats have nine lives, and you've used around seven~." He reached for the hand he'd held, bringing it to his lips, and kissed the top softly.

"Then why keep me, hmm?" you challenged, tearing your hand from his lips.

He grinned sickly, "You're nothing but a pet, my dear-only here for my personal entertainment." He pushed himself from the floor, dusting off his designer suit, and returned to his seat, rummaging through the files once more.

"Where's my leash, then?" you spat, standing from the couch. "I've already got the collar and the cage. Might as well complete the ensemble!"

Moriarty pulled open the top drawer of his desk, revealing a black leash. "That can be arranged." You gulped as he stood and stalked towards you while you backed up; moments later, your back slammed into the wall.

"Fuck," you breathed while the Irish bastard's lips curled, bringing the leash to your neck.

He latched the leash to your collar, running his hand along your jaw. "Sit," he growled, pushing you to the floor. He hummed at your submissive position and petted your hair. "Such a good pet."

You snapped your head to him. "Bite. Me."

Moriarty tutted before yanking at the leash, a pained yelp escaping your lips. He pulled your face to him, peering into your eyes and crashing his lips into yours. He reached behind your ear to cup your face as he deepened the kiss.

Your head battled your heart for rule but was dethroned, and your lips began moving in sync with his. Small hums of pleasure vibrated through the connection as the kiss grew more needy. His lips twitched throughout the embrace, a dark chuckle falling from his lips. This was a moment of forbidden passion, a love that was not and should not to be.

He pulled back slowly, a misleading smirk dancing on his now swollen lips and dropped his hand. His eyes scanned your face while he caught his breath, his breathing quickly levelling out. The air was thick with tension, which neither of you had expected.

His games now seemed faulty, the facade fraying that shielded his true desires. His chocolaty eyes were nearly black holes; the lust coursing through his veins betrayed him. You couldn't pull your eyes from his as yours did the same. Your pupils dilated, shielding the e/c irises that hid behind them.

The silence became suffocating as desire filled the room, leaving you both entranced in a state of euphoria. Your eyes hung heavy as the craving of him invaded your senses fully.

His hand reached for the leash that hung from your neck, pulling you into him before reconnecting your lips. He released the leash, his hands falling to your hips instead as he pulled you close. The kiss was hungrier now that his fixation for you had been exposed. His hands wrapped around you, tapping your butt, and you obliged, jumping to lock your legs around his hips.

Moriarty carried you towards the leather sofa beside his desk, his lips never once leaving yours. He carefully laid you on the couch, him following suit. He crawled on top of your tingling form, both of you filled with excitement and anticipation. Moriarty was positively unpredictable, which made the venture much more enticing.

He reconnected your lips, and a soft moan escaped your lips when he gripped your hair, pulling it roughly. His tongue shot into your mouth through your shock and danced with yours. His hands began trailing your body, landing just below your shirt. His fingers tapped against the skin of your stomach as they ventured further up.

You arched your back at the sensation of his soft fingertips running across your skin. Quiet whimpers fell from your lips as he teased you. His touch would crawl towards your breasts but would stop before reaching where you needed him.

"You're such a tease," you breathed while his hands continued to dance across your chest.

He peeked his head at you, his dark eyes twinkling with mischief. "Good things come to those who wait~"

You pouted, your lips curved downward at his response. Reaching out to grab his chin, your hand was intercepted.

"Tsk tsk," he tutted as he unclasped your leash, instantly wrapping your wrists. "I'm sorry, my dear, but I'm in charge, and you will do as I say, understood?"

You nodded while you trembled under his stare, but that wasn't good enough.

He yanked your arms so your faces were centimetres apart. "Speak."

"Yes..."

His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened more than you thought was possible. "Yes, what?"

You shook your head, unsure of what title he was referring to. He began gritting his teeth at your lack of response so you'd take your chances. "...Daddy?" you whispered, crouching to make yourself appear as small as possible.

"Good girl."

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Okay, so I've never written smut and this is the closest I can get at this point. Lemme know what you think or have any recommendations!! Lots of love ~Millie