Midnight lust

The fact that he seemed so full of himself made you want to barf.



“Indeed.”



Luckily, a wave of silence overtook the conversation and for the first time in minutes you felt as if you could breathe normally. It was then that he made the executive decision to, once again, touch you. Only this time his hand went to your lower back, making you flinch immediately.



“What do you say you and I get out of here?”



His voice rang dangerously close to your ears. You hoped that someone, anyone, would take notice of your discomfort and help, but nobody did, at least not until she came along.



“Now I would love to know what in the hell is going on here.”



As soon as you heard his voice, you visibly relaxed. The venom he spit seemed to have alerted the man as he immediately pulled himself away from your personal space. You had never been more relieved to see Jeff in your life.



“Well, lookey here. If it isn’t the Cruella De Vil himself. It’s been ages, love.”



“Spare me the pleasantries. I couldn't care less about what you have been up to,” The spiteful tone which carried his words even scared you, so you did not want to think how much it affected that man. “Run along. I never want to see you touching or talking to my property.”



“Your property? I didn’t realize you could own people, your highness .”



The sarcasm in La Grenouille’s voice made you visibly cringe. Nobody stood up to Cruella De Vill and lived to tell about it.



“Yes. Are you also an imbecile as much as you are a colossal bellend? No wonder your company has gone into shambles,” said the man and it took all your willpower to not burst out laughing. “Come along, kitten. Exposing you to such buffoons won’t do you any good.”



You immediately followed along, not caring about the drink or man you left behind. With the De Vil by your side you wee untouchable.



He wrapped her arm around your waist, taking you by surprise. The only times he did such a thing in public was when he either needed and escape or was turning green with jealousy. You deduced by his possessive demeanor that it was the latter.



Once the two of you had successfully walked away from the crown, he motioned to an empty room you knew so well. You had come to learn every inch of his venues like the back of your hand. After all, you two would escape the parties many times to spend time alone partaking in not-so-child-friendly activities.



As soon as you walk through the door, you hear the click of the lock. It prompted you to turn and face your lover, only to be pushed against the nearest wall instantaneously.



“I cannot stand the sight of you being with someone else. I wish to have hurt that- that monster with the nearest weapon available. Nobody touches you but me, understand?”



You were quick to nod. His jealousy and possessiveness always made for an entertaining night. As a narcissist, the man could not stand and watch as any of his prized possessions, you being one of them, was taken by anyone else. You were hims and his alone; the love marks on your body were proof. He was possessive and you were her possession.



“Yes, babe. I am yours. Nobody else owns me but you.”



His hums of approval were melodic.



“Good pet,” he said as she caressed your face, instantly prompting you to lean on to her touch. “Now, do your babe a favor and come here and hug me tightly. I just wanna cuddle and love you tonight.

“Such a good little one. Now come here lay on my neck ☹️.”

And as always, you did.

Cruella De Vil au.

N.Jeff Vanderbilt, or you may know more, Cruella De Vil Oneshot.

Extravagant parties were your worst enemies, you knew that much. There was nothing you hated more than having to stand around a bunch of posh people that treated you as nothing more than a servant. Just because you worked for the Jeff did not mean that anyone could boss you around, well, except him.



You frowned as you thought of the man who you had not seen for the most part that very day. The two of you were lucky enough if you got a few minutes alone per day at work, but even then, you had only seen him that morning in bed. After that, he had seemingly gone missing.



As strange as it was, you had learned not to question his motives. He was still a very private man. It had taken months for him to even open up about the most miniscule of things, but even then you commended him on such efforts. You knew how hard it was for him to express any emotions other than anger and annoyance. Any progress was good progress.



You walked through the multitudes of people in search of the mini bar. If you could not see your lover then at least you could drink. One out of two wasn’t that bad.



Not even a second after you had sat down, someone, who appeared to have been sitting at your side, cleared their throat. You rolled your eyes because the chances of having another snob order you to fetch them something they did not need at a damn were very high.



“You’re quite the sight.”



To your surprise, the man did not immediately treat you as a servant. Although he had only said a handful of words, you already knew where the conversation was being taken. You told yourself that if you had the temperament that Jeff had, said man would already have dropped dead.



“Thank you,” Came your response. It was short and simple. You hoped that it would be enough for him to get the hint and stop trying to make conversation.



When the bartender appeared before you, you couldn’t help but smile. The only three things that you loved on this planet was Jeff, sleep, and alcohol. Even if you always drank in moderation it was something you could not live without. After all, how else would you have gathered the courage to disclose your feelings towards Jeff.



After giving the bartender your order, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Instinctively, you turned around to face the man who seemed desperate to converse. You immediately recognized him as one of the Jeff’s top competitors: La Grenouille.



You felt a knot in your stomach as you realized that maybe you would not be able to sweet talk your way out of a conversation with him. He was notorious for, similarly to the Baroness, taking whatever he wanted without asking for permission. Rumor has it that he even attempted to steal ideas from the fashion titan herself before he got caught. The whole ordeal did not leave you with a great feeling.



“What’s your name, darling?”



You almost threw up internally at the way the pet name rolled from this tongue. Nobody could do it like your De vil.



“I would rather just drink in silence, thank you very much.”



You hoped that he finally got the hint and left you alone. Jeff would frown upon you hitting another fashion icon at one of her parties. Plus, a warrant for your arrest would not look good in your squeaky-clean record.



“Lighten up, sweetheart. I’m just trying to talk,” The man said before placing a hand upon your left thigh. You swore you would chop it right off if you could.



As much as you wished to get out of that situation, you did not want to escalate things any further. With a sigh, you gave in.



“I'm XXXXX-+. Pleased to make your acquaintance,” You said with the fakest smile you could muster as you raised your hand for only him to shake it with the one previously touching you. It was a relief that it was not there anymore. If only he would not make any more advances that were uncalled for.



“I assume I don’t need to make an introduction.”

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