Mr. Love: Queen's Choice One Shots

Lucien: Research

⚠️ WARNING: Contains heavy sexual elements and strong language.
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"Are you busy?"
    You turned, looking at Lucien as he leaned against his desk. You had received a text late last night, asking you to come into the research facility after lunch. You obliged, but laid in bed thinking about what Lucien could possibly want you for. Now that you were here, you were nervous.
    "No, we got all of the taping done on Wednesday," you replied. "I have the rest of the week off."
    A smile danced on his lips. "Good. I need you for some research."
    You furrowed your brows. "Lucien, I'm not a scientist. I don't think I'll be of any value to you."
    It was Lucien's turn to frown. He went over to the door and shut it, a wicked smile on his face. He composed himself and turned around, looking at your worried expression. He grabbed a brown paper bag from the shelf and gently set it in your lap.
    "What's this?" you asked, tempted to open it.
    Lucien put his hand over yours. "Don't open it yet."
    You obeyed and set the bag by your feet. He sat down at his desk and rearranged a stack of papers, his eyes focused on his work. He slipped on his glasses and quickly pulled up a document. He slid it over to you and grabbed a pen from his white lab coat, placing it on top of the document.
    "This is a consent form," he said, his voice thick. "This says that you recognize the risks of the research and won't sue the laboratory."
Without reading it, you signed it. Lucien smiled as you passed the document back to him. He tapped it against the wooden desk and set it aside. He gently took your hand and fiddled with your fingers, making your face flush.
    "So, when does the research start?" you asked, curiosity tugging at your insides.
    Lucien smiled. "It starts tonight. Be here by 11pm. Don't look in the bag beforehand. I'm trusting you with it."
    You bit your lip. It sounded important. "I'll guard it with my life."
    Lucien smiled. "Then, I'll see you at 11pm tonight."
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    You showed up back at the lab to find most of it was dark. You walked the halls, your heels echoing off the bare walls. You had the bag clutched tightly in your hand, which your phone was out in the other one. You checked the time. 10:54pm. You walked over to the woman's restroom and slipped inside.
    You stride over to a mirror. Your (hair color) hair was parted normally. You wore your usual summer dress, the hem barely touching your knees. You had sprayed on a small misting of perfume, but one could hardly notice it. When you were satisfied with the way you look, you walked out of the bathroom and checked the time. 10:58pm.
    You went into the elevator and pressed the fifth floor. You stepped off when it dinged and walked towards his office. As the clock struck 11pm, you knocked on Lucien's office door. There was footsteps, followed by the twisting of the knob. Lucien appeared at the door, smiling.
    "Right on time," he said, his voice deep and rich.
    You couldn't help but notice how handsome Lucien was. He had on a black turtleneck, black dress pants, and black shoes. His lab coat was hanging behind the door. He stepped back and allowed you in. Once you had stepped in, you heard him swing the door shut. He came over and took the bag from you.
    "You didn't look in here, did you?" he asked, taking a peek in the bag.
    "No," you said, telling the truth. You had forgotten about it until earlier, before you left to come here.
    "Good." He raised his head and grabbed a notepad and a pen. He walked over to you, his height intimidating. He knelt down and grew close to your face. He closed his eyes and then drew back suddenly, writing something on the pad. He walked around you like a wolf circling prey, and you clutched your dress tightly. He reached out and touched your hair before writing a few other notes down. "Okay, now I want you to change into what's in the bag. Put it on and put your regular clothes back in the bag."
    You went out of the office and went back to the bathroom on the fifth floor. You finally couldn't contain your curiosity. Locking yourself in a stall, you took a look at what was in the bag. You expected a hospital gown, but instead you were greeted with the sight of a (favorite color) satin slip over. You fingered the piece, curious. I wondered what kind of experiment this was?
    You put your regular clothes in the bag like Lucien asked you to. You walked out of the bathroom and back to his office, only to find that he had disappeared. You smiled and went over to the notepad to see what he had written. You picked it up and flipped to the page.
    Subject: (Your name)
      •She smells like a fresh rainfall on a summer day.
      •Her physical appearance seems to be healthy. Will know more later. *Subject appears well curved.
      •Her hair is silky and soft.
    You drew back, blushing. Lucien was writing about how you smelled and what you looked like. You jumped when you heard the door shut. Looking up, you saw Lucien, his back against the door. He gave you a small smile and gently walked up to you.
    "You look nice," he said, gently touching your hair. You were shaking slightly from anticipation. He stilled you, leaning close to your face. "What do you think I'm going to do?"
    You bit your lip. "You called me here for research, but I don't think that's what you're going to do."
    Lucien's eyebrows raised. "Oh? What makes you say that?"
    "I read your notes," you confessed, shifting slightly. You looked up at Lucien, who didn't seem surprised. It was almost as if he wanted you to spot the notes he had taken so diligently.
    You watched as he gently took your chin in his fingers. "And you did that without my permission?" Lucien said, his face inches from yours. You could see his thick eyelashes individually. "I'll still be doing research, and you're still going to help me. But this research is more...interactive."
    Finally, you felt his lips press against yours. You melted into his kiss, his warm tongue flicking across your lips and teeth. He held your face, cupping the sides in his hands and pushing himself into you slightly. You grabbed his shirt tightly, your eyes fluttering.
    Lucien pulled away, slowly slipping his hand up under the satin. His fingers were fire, traveling up your cold skin and warming your soul. You felt him gently touch your breast, giving it a light squeeze. You bit your lip and looked down, trying not to look at Lucien's handsome face. He tiled your face to look him in the eye, his usually lavender eyes a deep purple in the dim light of the office.
    Lucien played with your nipple, causing it to rise. You moaned into his shoulder, trying hard not to writhe in pleasure. He seemed to enjoy your reactions. He pressed you against the bare wall, trapping you between it and his well-toned body. He ran his tongue up and down your neck, making you exhale shakily. He bit your neck, right next to your jugular, making you cry out in pleasure.
    "L-Lucien," you whispered, panting as he moved his lips down to your collarbone. "This isn't research, is it?"
    Lucien smiled against your skin. He gently pulled down the satin fabric, exposing your bare chest. You blushed as he stared up at you. "What do you think?" he asked before seizing your hard nipple in his hot mouth.
    "Agh!" You bent over slightly as he gently flicked the tip of his tongue against your nipple. Your legs were shaking with such force you thought you wouldn't be able to stand. You ran your fingers through his soft raven hair, making him moan and suck harder.
    "It appears that you like this," Lucien panted, looking into your eyes with lust. "That's a good thing."
    You turned away, too overpowered by his mighty gaze. He ran his tongue between your breasts and bit at your esophagus gently. He felt it jump, and he smiled, trailing kisses from your jawbone back to your lips.
    You desperately wanted more. You bucked your hips against him, trying your hardest to soften the throbbing in between your legs. Lucien noticed and smiled, gently running a hand at the hem of the slip on. He suddenly lifted it up and ran his fingers over your hips, making you thrust slightly.
    "Lucien," you said, your eyes burning. "Please..."
    "Patience, my little kitten," he replied, touching in between your legs but not enough to puncture you.
    Suddenly, you felt his finger enter you. You cried out, the pressure suddenly appearing. Lucien closed his eyes as you gripped his back tightly, not wanting to let go. His breathing too was ragged, his heartbeat wildly pumping in his chest as he slipped his finger in and out of you. He added another finger, feeling you with his sensitive fingers.
    "You're really wet," Lucien said, making you blush. "I wonder why..."
    He continued to feel your insides, making you quiver in pleasure. You instinctively raised your leg and put it on his hip, begging for him to provide relief to you. Lucien smiled and moved faster, making you grip him tighter. He kissed your neck, feeling his tongue trail across your swollen skin.
    Lucien moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing it gently. You let out a squeak and gripped him tighter, your arms shaking at the effort of standing. He went back to teasing your nipple with his teeth, making your stomach curl. You felt yourself reaching your climax.
    "Lucien, I'm going to—agh," you cried out, barely able to get the words out. He continued his actions until you reached the breaking point. You shattered in his hands, letting out a loud moan as you did so. You shook as you slid down the wall, panting heavily. You were a red mess, and Lucien towered above you, licking his fingers clean of your arousal. You looked at him, need brimming your eyes.
    "Tired?" Lucien asked, kneeling before you. He gently touched your face with his hand, his eyes glowing with happiness. "I'll let you catch your breath, but I'm not done with you."
    You clung to him, desperately trying to relay your message to him. "L-Lucien...give me...more..."
    Lucien frowned playfully. "What's the magic word?"
    "P-Please..." I begged, tugging at his shirt. "Please..."
    "Please what?"
    "Make me yours."
    Lucien smiled. He held you close as he unbuckled his belt. He grabbed your jaw lightly and kissed you. You ran your hands up and down his torso, making him growl in his throat. He removed his member from his pants. Your eyes widened when you saw how big it was. It was swollen with need, twitching lightly. You reflexively rubbed your legs together, fear creeping up your spine. It would hurt, no doubt. But he would ease into it, you thought.
    "Are you ready?" he asked, positioning himself at your entrance.
    You nodded. He gently put the tip in, making you toss your head back and arch your back. Maybe it was because you were sitting down instead of laying down, but your body was more sensitive. Lucien panted and pushed more of himself into you, sweat beading up on his brow.
    "Fuck..." he whispered. "You're so...tight..."
    Lucien was usually stoic. But seeing his face relax in pleasure made you happy. You wrapped your arms around his neck and dug your nails into his back, making him growl. As soon as he was entirely in, he didn't pause to let you adjust. He pulled most of the way out before thrusting back in, making you squeal in pleasurable agony.
    "Lucien, it hurts!" you yelled, shaking violently.
    Lucien didn't seem to pay attention. He kept thrusting, making you whimper and moan loudly. Soon the pain turned to an unmatched pleasure. You bucked your hips against him, making him bury his face into the crook of your neck. The office was filled with sounds of skin slapping against each other, moans, and panting.
    "Lucien," you whimpered as you felt the familiar clench of your stomach. "I-I'm gonna—"
    "Not yet," Lucien commanded, pulling you into his lap. You cried out as he seemed to go deeper, hitting your cervix. He raised you with his hands as you shook on top of him. He touched your face and kissed your lips hungrily, his body tightening. "You release when I do."
    You whimpered. "I-I can't wait...I'm gonna—agh!"
    Lucien groaned and held you close. He buried his face into your shoulder as you climaxed, releasing everything onto him. He groaned and released, filling you up. You squirmed, the unfamiliar feeling of being full turning you on even more.
    "Gah," Lucien panted, leaning against you, his hand on the wall for support. He saw you, a complete panting mess, and sighed. He gently kissed you, brushing strands of (hair color) hair away from your face. "Are you okay? I was a little rough..."
    You smiled and touched his face, exhausted. "You're fine. It felt amazing..." You frowned. "Did I help you with your research?"
    He nuzzled close, a smile on his face. "Yes, you did. Thank you."
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Too...hot!!
    See you in the next one shot!