#boss and cupcake

[navybrat817]

Vanilla Frosting

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes a call at home and you decide to tease him a bit.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Established relationship, banter, teasing, dirty thoughts, very slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he worships you.

A/N: I blame these photos as they gave me CEO vibes. And @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer . Again, before our couple has Muffin and Bean. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“I thought you said no calls, Boss.”

Bucky sighed and rolled up his sleeves as he looked toward the kitchen. You stood in the doorway with crossed arms and slow building irritation in your eyes. The sight of you always lightened his mood and made his heart race, but that look wasn't a good sign. Oh, he was in trouble.

Some sort of trouble.

As a CEO, he was always prepared to take the fall when it came to his company. Seeing your kissable mouth set in a grim line though? “It’s Steve’s fault,” he blurted out, throwing his best friend under the bus without hesitation.

“Really, Buck?” Steve’s voice rang out from the laptop speaker.

“Yeah, really,” he snapped. When Steve found a partner like you, he’d get why he bent his will to you over everyone else. Hell, he welcomed Steve getting a bit of payback because it would mean his best friend would have found happiness. “I’m sorry, Cupcake,” he added in a softer tone to you.

He didn’t want to take the call, he really didn’t. All he wanted to do was hold you and forget about the stress of work for an evening. He even assured you that there would be no work tonight, but Steve insisted he get on a video chat with some of the executive team. God knew the punk was relentless, but the unimpressed look on your face made him want to fire everyone and start from scratch.

The two of you had plenty of money, so you’d be set if he went that route.

“Steve’s fault, huh?” You slowly smiled after a moment. “Okay. You take the call and I’ll start making some cupcakes.”

Bucky cocked his head with a confused stare as you went further into the kitchen and out of sight. Baking cupcakes wasn't out of the ordinary for you, but you saying “okay” wasn't okay. He knew better. There was no possible way he was off the hook for this. He already had at least ten gifts in mind to buy you once the call wrapped up.

“I love you,” he called after you, not at all ashamed for anyone to hear that as they joined the meeting. If anyone eyeballed him or said an unkind word about voicing his feelings for you outside of the office, they could find another job.

“Love you, too!” You called back.

That brought a small smile to his face. “Let’s get started so we can all get back to our regular evening plans,” he said, trying to keep the annoyance out of his tone.

After a minute, he glanced over the monitor as he heard gentle movement in the kitchen. You weren't slamming things around, which was good. You understood how crazy things could get since you were his secretary. It didn't mean he enjoyed taking time away from the two of you and he didn’t want you upset with him. Even if you weren't upset, he still had to make it up to you. He-

“Hey, Bucky?” Your eyes lit up as you appeared in the doorway again with a small bowl. He was certain he forgot how to breathe when he eyed what you were wearing: a new black and white apron. And nothing else. Jesus fucking Christ. “You want vanilla frosting for the cupcakes, right?”

Bucky subtly shifted in his seat as you sauntered further into the room, his throat dry at the sight of you. The curve of your hips, your hardened nipples teasing him through the fabric. Calling you beautiful wasn't enough. Your beauty was transcendent, indescribable. The kind that made the strongest of people drop to their knees. He was a powerful man, but still just a man at the end of the day and you rendered him powerless. And right now he needed to focus on the call, but how could he focus on anything but you?

He cleared his throat when Jack rambled on about something. Or was it John? Who gave a fuck? “Cupcake,” he growled.

“I know I do. Maybe you can frost me later?” You scooped a bit of frosting onto your finger and wrapped your lips around it with an obscene moan. Thankfully he had his microphone turned off. They didn't need to hear your pretty sounds. “Mmm.”

He groaned when you showed him your tongue. He knew it was frosting, but the image made it easy to picture you wrapping your warm mouth around his cock and showing him his release before you swallowed like a good girl. It took a lot of control not to palm himself. Surely everyone would understand if he ended the call now. Why the fuck did he take this call?

Making sure his hand was out of sight, he beckoned you closer with his finger. If he was lucky he could get you to take the apron off, sit in the nearby chair, and touch yourself. Or you could keep the apron on. As long as he could see your glistening pussy. Even looking wouldn't be enough. He had to get his mouth on it, his cock in it.

But you didn't go to him.

Instead, you tsked with the finger you licked and pointed at the laptop. “Oh, no, Boss. You listened to Steve and took the call. Now deal with the consequences,” you smiled sweetly, turning on your heel and giving him the perfect view of your ass as you walked back into the kitchen.

Yep, he was in big trouble.

Bucky's fists clenched as he got back to the task at hand, but he also chuckled. He deserved a bit of blue balls for the time being. He also had to respect the way you played the game, but he knew how to play the game, too. Before the night was over, he’d be back in your good graces. He’d eat one of your delicious cupcakes before he got a taste of you. And he'd remind you that he didn't have the world because of money, power, or any of that.

Bucky Barnes had the world because he had you.

Oh, these two. 🥰 Steve isn't even upset for getting blamed. 🤣 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[odistole]

Bruce Springsteen being an absolute dork during The Legendary 1979 No Nukes Concerts

[unintentionalseductress]

Beg thy pardon? 😃😃😃

[azh-vanquisher-queen]

Cupcakes for my oldest kiddos birthday

[idogwee]

Happy (Late) Valentines Day! 💕🧁

Designed with love from Unova’s very own gym leader & model

[respectthepetty]

Give your boss just a smidge of love, and this is how he acts ON THE CLOCK!

All professionalism goes right out the damn window.

Forgot about those work trips.

Men are so messy.

Thank God for Nozue who at least waited until he was in the alley after the workday was done.

[misterrttegrimborn]

[cupcak4emayhem]

Same Grin!!😈😈😈🫠🫠🫠🙃🙃🙃⭐️⭐️💫✨️😶‍🌫️🎁🍕

[bloopermarket]

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[navybrat817]

Would ceo Bucky and his girl attend the met gala? If so, any ideas on dresses perhaps!

They would, nonnie! As far as the dress, it would depend on the theme. Are we talking recent theme, a past theme, or a made up general theme?

Goes With the Theme

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky thinks his suit goes with a gala theme. You slightly disagree. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Established relationship, banter, flirting, implied sex, implied breeding, brief mention of past insecurities and bad ex, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) and he worships you. A/N: I blame @whisperlullaby and @targaryenvampireslayer. Before our couple has Cupcake and Bean. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky refused to tell you in advance what he was wearing to the upcoming gala. He said something about him wanting to surprise you. Of course, he knew exactly what you were wearing since he wanted the designer to make you a gown fit for a queen. He would’ve thrown in a tiara if you asked. It was too much, really.

But if you asked Bucky, nothing was too much for you.

The amount of money spent was just about worth it when he exited the bathroom and looked ready to drop to his knees when you spotted you in your dress. The colors suited you. The fit was like a glove. It was a work of art, really.

“Fuck,” Bucky whispered, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue as you carefully twirled. It was exactly the reaction you wanted. “How exactly am I supposed to keep my hands off you tonight? A man can only take so much.”

“Because a lot went into this dress and you’re not allowed to tear apart,” you smiled before you took in his appearance.

Bucky Barnes turned head wherever he went and the head to toe black ensemble would be no exception. The slicked back hair was a good look on him and there was no denying that your man knew how to accessorize. He also wore enough custom suits for you to know what did and didn’t suit him. He would never fail to make you stop in your tracks from a single stare.

The man never missed a thing though, regarding you carefully as you stared. “You don’t like what I’m wearing,” he stated.

“No, I love it,” you assured him. And you did. You didn’t want him to think otherwise since the man could turn a paper bag into a thing of art and beauty if he chose to. “It’s just…”

“Just what?” He asked, holding his jacket open so you could get a glimpse of the shirt beneath molded to his torso. “I think I look good.”

You blinked and took a breath so you could answer him. Why did he have to be so distracting? “Not like you need the ego boost, but yes. You do look good,” you said. His smirk almost made you lose your breath again. “But does it really go with the theme?”

“What?” He shrugged. “Isn’t the theme ‘floral’?”

“It is and flowers are usually bright,” you pointed out. “You couldn't have gone with a floral jacket?”

“This is my interpretation of the theme.” He pointed to one of the black flowers. “Besides, this is a flower and it’s on my jacket. Therefore, it's a floral jacket.”

You tried not to smile. It was tough to argue with that logic. “Okay. Yes. There are flowers on your jacket, but-”

He cut you off with a smug smile. “So, I'm right.”

And wasn’t it just like a CEO to argue like this? And wasn’t it just like you to enjoy it? “You’re utterly ridiculous,” you giggled, gesturing to yourself. “Not to mention, I'm pretty much wearing the opposite of you!”

“And people will still know we’re together, Mrs. Barnes,” he winked. You loved being his wife. “Do you know why I wore this?”

“Enlighten me.”

“Because a black suit? Any man can wear one. I’ll blend in with the crowd. But you in your gown? All eyes will be on you, as they should be,” he explained, your cheeks hot as he swept his gaze over you. “And I know I won’t take my eyes off you for a second tonight.”

“Oh,” you breathed, clearing your throat at the unexpected tears that clogged it. Your ex tried to make you feel bad about your body when all Bucky wanted to do was celebrate and worship it. More than that, he saw your beauty beneath the surface. “Thank you.”

Though you wanted to argue that Bucky wouldn’t blend in with the crowd. It wasn’t possible. He was too striking for that with his blue eyes and jawline. Too dominant with his large body. And too well known.

He didn’t care about that kind of attention. He was the kind of man who wanted to show you off. Not as a prize or because you were his, but because he loved you.

His eyes softened before they went dark again. “Fuck, you are so beautiful. A goddess,” he said, his voice rough as he stepped toward you. “We may not even make the gala.”

As much as his compliment warmed your heart, boosted your confidence, and dampened your panties, you shook your head. “Oh, no. Don't you even think about it. Do you know how long it took me to get into this dress? That doesn’t include perfecting my makeup. We are going.”

You nearly lost your nerve when he groaned and took another step toward you. That sound was one of your favorites, especially when it was your mouth, hand, or pussy drawing it out of him. “Cupcake, you’re always a vision. You don’t need a fancy dress or a stitch of makeup to be beautiful,” he said, licking his lips. “And you don’t need to wear a stitch of clothing right now either.”

“No.” You firmly pointed a finger at him. You were lucky he didn’t grab your wrist to kiss it. “You promised we'd make an appearance and the last thing you need to do is tell people we didn't show because you couldn't keep it in your pants for a few hours.”

The kicked puppy dog expression was one you had seen on Steve Rogers before, but it was adorable on Bucky. You held your chin high because you’d fall into his arms if you didn’t. “Fine,” he conceded, gripping your chin with infinite care. “But I make no promises that I'll behave in the limo on the way home.”

You’d enjoy your small victory over your handsome CEO and husband for the time being because he’d make you pay for it in the best way later. “Yes, Boss.”

“My perfect wife,” he whispered, delicately moving his hand along the column of your throat. Did he feel how fast your heart beat? “I may just have to knock you up before the night’s over, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your womb clenched at his words, imagining the filthy things he’d grunt in your ear as he bred you. It was almost enough to make you skip the gala, but why not build up the anticipation? “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t, Mr. Barnes,” you said, moving close enough for your lips to touch his.

The breath that rushed out of his lungs was like a kiss, teasing what would come before the night was over. “Don’t tease me, Cupcake.”

“Who said I was teasing you, Boss?” You murmured, pulling back before he could kiss you properly. “Time to go.”

He swore under his breath as he adjusted his pants. You were the only one who could get under his skin. “I’ll knock you up in the limo. Don’t test me.”

Your smile widened. What Bucky didn’t know was that underneath your dress was one of his favorite lacy floral numbers. A surprise and reward for him going to the gala. It would make him fall a little bit more in love with you once he undressed you.

Plus, it went with the theme.

“Looking forward to it.”

Another out of order AU. I'm so sorry, lovelies. And sorry to the nonnie for not fully answering the question! Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[mx-myth]

The ONLY job I want is one of those office jobs in Japanese media. Nondescript. Homey. Mysterious because what kind of office it is is never said. Kind desk neighbors and an understanding boss. Fun gossip. I want a workplace that's ALL comfy vibes.

[angrybatart]

Quick comic of an idea I woke up to this morning.

I imagine Poké Puffs being like those fancy dog treats sold at Petco. They look tasty, but are NOT made for humans. So yucky tasting.

[umbrrholly1997]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPAMTON!!! OUR LITTLE GUY IS 46 NOW!!

It’s a little rushed but I wanted to get SOMETHING out lmaoo I’ve neglected his past 2 birthdays I can’t do it again

[red-hibiscus]

BL characters I relate to most as a mentally ill gay trans man

Daisy from SCOY

Surprising no one, I, a trans person, relate to Daisy. They're outgoing and seemingly don't care about how people view them. They know they're visibly queer and they normally don't mind it (from what I see). But at the end of the day, society does affect them. They're hesitant to believe Touch genuinely cares and is attracted to them despite Touch being an absolute green flag who is very direct with his flirting. Even after, Daisy was worried about people would view their relationship with Touch and tried to become Day, a more masculine version of themself. Impossible of course and they broke down emotionally exhausted. I feel that so much because I also don't believe it when people, especially cis gay men, are attracted to me. I've caught myself trying to change my behavior to be more masculine (as I'm a bit on the nonbinary side of things). It's bad, but I know how Daisy feels.

Wang from 180 Degree Longtitude Passes Through Us

As a 26 year old trans gay immigrant in a country that doesn't want me, I have a shit ton of pent up anger that has been building up since I was a child. I've calmed down over the years, but I can still be stubborn and argumentative when it comes to politics and human rights. I'm also a linguistics major, thus an academic.

Wang is so much like myself and like a lot of people around me. Like me and Wang would be close friends irl I know it. We're young and stubborn. We're angry at the older conservative people around us, too much sometimes. So he lashes out. Many of his points are correct, but they're not hitting. Partially because the people he's talking to don't want to change, partially because he himself is stubborn. People like us yearn to be free, to be ourselves and to learn. Wang has a passion for the humanities like myself. Yet he knows society really only cares about STEM fields. I've compromised and am getting a master's in computational linguistics. Even though really I just wanna learn as much as I can about sociolinguistics.

Karl from Gaya Sa Pelikula

I haven't watched GSP in a hot minute, but I do remember feeling very seen.

So in the show Karl has his gay awakening, tries to internally and externally deny it, and eventually let himself be free to feel everything and be himself (at least in private).

Now I didn't have a gay awakening, but I guess you could say a trans awakening. In middle school I felt different, I suspected maybe some flavor of LGBT, but wasn't sure and I was too afraid to think about it too hard. Come high school I secretly wanted to join the LGBT club, but was afraid. Then I was essentially adopted into the LGBT club and dragged into the friend group during lunch because I was a loner like everyone else. At the time still "identified" as a cishet woman. As time went on people started to suspect. "Why are you in the club?", "why did you cut your hair", "why do you dress like that?", "your voice is low for a girl haha", etc. Much like Karl, I was not ready for any of that. I was still struggling to make sense of it all and come to terms with it myself. So I kept rejecting it and every time it hurt.

I kept rejecting it until I couldn't. Until someone I resonated with so much came out as trans and it clicked. My trans awakening was complete. I became able to be more myself, but only in private safe spaces. I wouldn't come out and live as a man until after high school and it was terrifying.

Adachi from Cherry Magic

I've only watched the jpn ver, but I'm sure that character remains the same.

I'm anxious and used to be quite shy. Now I'm just awkward. I'm really bad at seeing the good in myself cause I feel like I'm wandering around aimlessly in life. Not that impressive. So when people compliment me I think "haha they're just being nice" (refer back to me never believing people are actually attracted to me).

Adachi is the exact same. He has the same routine every day. Just going through the motions and not really thinking anything of himself. But then Kurosawa comes along and the ability to read minds. Adachi then realizes "wait, someone I respect so much actually loves me? And thinks I have a lot of good qualities? Makes me wanna cry." And me too Adachi. I'd be the same.

Jared from 7 Days Before Valentine

Jared, my precious baby, is described throughout the show as kind, but weird and different. We later learn that he has dyslexia, and honestly he seems to be somewhere on the autism spectrum. Even if he isn't, he has a behavioral difference people pick up on and then shun him for it.

I too was seen as kinda weird growing up. Maybe it was the autism, maybe it was the social anxiety. Probably both. And then of course there was the gnawing feeling that I was different than everyone else and it turns out it's because I'm trans.

So when Jared said that people didn't talk to him because he wasn't like other people it hit me so hard.

Myungha from Love For Love's Sake

The whole show is sad yet cathartic for me. Myungha is depressed yet spends his time comforting others. He has a hard time loving and receiving love. If you give him a fictional character who is very similar to him he will love them and see all the good, but he doesn't see it in himself. Relatable as hell.

I have an incredibly hard time being honest with my emotions and letting people love me and express attraction. Mostly in a romantic/sexual context. Dpdr is cockblocking me. So dating is hell, but I'm lonely and yearn to not be.

Probably if you put me in a situation like Myungha I'd also go "yep, that right there is my blorbo" and then not realize that all the things I like about the person and make me care about them are things I have.

Honorable mentions:

Both Akk and Ayan from The Eclipse

Nozue from Old Fashion Cupcake

Oh-Aew from I Told Sunset About You

Cher from A Boss and a Babe (I headcannon him as autistic)

Amber from DNA Says Love You

Uea from Bed Friend

Mitsuomi from Restart After Come Back Home

Jao from SCOY

Maybe I'll make another post for those later

[valentine-cafe]

Thinking abt Rishen 1311 with a crossdressing partner (afab on the soft pretty aesthetic side of things) spending an entire day dressing each other up and bonding over lingerie that would look sososo good on him then decided to give the little cutie a fashion show when they got to the reader’s studio and the next thing rishen knows he’s being pinned against the wall and and and — 😋😋😋

//dom!reader pls//

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your partner has always been such a stunner. so you invite him to your studio to be your favourite model

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Rishen had just stepped into one of the pink lingerie gowns that you had given him as a gift the other day. Admiring the way he looked in the mirror, with a clear smile on his lips.

With the smallest quirk of a brow, he looks back at you and bites away at her bottom lip to hold away a grin, before looking back.

“It looks amazing. . . You have such amazing taste in the fabric and overall material of these lingerie sets.” Compliments are left out in the room to pierce your heart with that lovesick feel. A small kick lands against the ground as you look down and chuckle.

“I could only say the same for you my dear. You have excellent taste.” The response is almost breathless, you aren’t done either.

“You’ve always had quite the eye for the colors in particular. You know how to pick colours that complement.” Your fingers pinch at the fabric of the lingerie bra that covers your chest. It is thin, showing just about everything of your breasts. From the curves that fill out the bra to the mesh fabric to the way your nipples poke through.

All the while the admiral looks at you with adoration at how the gift he got you hugs at your curves nicely. It takes a bit for him to not stare too long at the wet patch of arousal in the panties that you wear.

Fortunately for him, you notice nothing. Rambling on like the two of you have for the past one or two hours, “It certainly helps me find the more tasteful lingerie.”

Shuffling of fabrics sound once more as the two of you change out, reaching over to try out the last set that you two have in the apartment.

You couldn’t help throwing a small peek over your shoulder as you hear a sigh of slight disappointment.

Turning from side to side in the mirror while wearing a white lingerie set, Rishen knits his eyebrows. It’s a pretty set, however, it’s not really something that catches his eye in particular.

And for a moment, the room goes quiet with contemplating silence from the both of you. Until another thought blossoms within your mind.

“You’d look adorable in my newest design.” You speak softly, breaking the silence of the room.

Gnawing away at your lip, while you rest your chin against your knuckles. You admire your boyfriend as usual.

Oh that striking body, the soft and sharp mix of facial features. Personally, the set looked absolutely beautiful on him to you. But alas, if he was not one for the look of it, he was not one for the look of it.

He is as perfect outside as he is on the inside. Every flaw and perfection. You always told him just how much you value every part of him, even when they get grim.

Despite the turns of his head you have gotten when you have said such, you know better. And you know it reassures him. It is exactly why you continue to say such.

You catch his eyes as he looks over at you. Maroon blending so very well with the fondness lingering in your eyes as irises pour into one another. And with the small flick of stiletto nails against a piece of dust on the gown you were wearing, your stand up. Walking over to him with a big grin.

He only lifts a brow of curiosity, leaning back against the heater with a simple cock of the head.

“Oh?” The soft sound that emits from the back of his throat almost has your knees bending, almost. It doesn’t matter how much of a dom you are in the bedroom or outside of it. His voice makes you bend. Always has.

“Mhm,” Arms wrap around a slim waist, squeezing the warm body before yours close. While you press a kiss to soft, deep red lips. “I have just the thing to help cure your disappointment. If you’ll come with to my studio today?”

Silence takes over the room once more. Rishen leans close. The perfume wafting off of him, and gods, your head loops. It takes every nerve and bone in you to not push him back against the window and feel him up here and now.

Ah, but you wish to save that for later. So you grab him by the hips and pull him in for a long kiss, deepening it every minute that passes until he’s the one left loopy and breathless.

“Hah—” He gasps, knuckles turned white as fingers curl around the soft silky fabric that covers your body they previously glided down against.

“Well with this treatment,” The whisper is so soft against your lips. Mutually sharp nails running down your delicate skin, and squeezing just enough to threat at piercing through.

“I might as well, muñeca. . .”

All it took was that and a single smile, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes and the raise of your own eyebrow.

“Grab a coat and get all dressed up ‘nd pretty, huh?”

Driving to the studio had been a blur for the both of you. Tension arose like the most suffocating heat you have ever experienced in your life, yet you love it all the same.

The admiral had hurried behind the screen to see what was behind. Picking out one of the intricately designed lingerie. So much detail— The deep reds of it woven together with silken strings of a lighter hue in the red. It shone so beautifully in the light of the studio too. . .

A soft scoff escapes his lips.

“You had all of this prepared, no?”

The call to you is a smooth croon. One that has your heart fluttering over and over again, along with the twist of arousal in your stomach from the anticipation for what beautiful sight will meet you in just a few moments.

“Well I was expecting you to say yes,” You answer. The smirk ever clear in your voice as you put on music for your little show.

Plopping down into a chair, crossing your legs and leaning back to enjoy the upcoming show, you hear the familiar shuffling of clothes softly thudding against the ground. While Rishen makes little noise putting on any of the lingerie, only leaving you to chuckle softly at the slight click of a tongue.

It was hard to keep the tease back at your tongue. It rolls off so naturally, what can you say?

“You struggling back there princess?”

“Shut up,” He whispers, clearing his throat. “I just need to. . . tuck,” a small sound leaves him after. But a moment later, he makes his way out onto the small walkway.

Like a model, he takes his walk down to you. Like an angel, he shines in the light of the studio so perfectly. Everything about his shillouette left you in absolute awe.

And truly, breathless, is the only way to describe the way your entire being has been rendered at the sight before you. Eyes darkening as they roam every little curve and corner.

“Look at you. . .” The murmur reached his ears quick, and the brat took the opportunity to smirk at you. While running his hands down his chest and down his thighs, giving you a little pose.

“Uh-huh?” What a cruel thing to do. Croon at you like that while he moves his hand down into the lingerie panties. Of course your eyes would instinctively trail down to the hard, and quite prominent, bulge in them.

Oh it made you tick with the kind of irritation that left you aroused. Wanting to get him down on his knees and beg for your forgiveness while you fuck him into you. Listen to his pretty cries asking for more.

You are brought back to reality when you hear a soft ‘awww’ emit from your boyfriend’s throat.

“Got you all worked up hm?” He chuckles, giving you a lascivious wink.

That was it.

Without any words you rise from your seat and make your way over to him. Hands immediately gripping onto the soft flesh of his waist. Pushing him back against one of many props in the studio. Lips attacking his in a hungry manner.

Pulling away for a moment to catch your breath. What depraved woman you are, to sit and watch your partner doing a little show for you. Only to immediately get up with the intention of fucking him breathless after just one lingerie set.

Perhaps it was also just because he had left you pent up the last few days. Teasing you, leaving early for work after feeling you up. . . It was enough.

“Gods, so fucking need—”

Needy,

Needy, was the word he wanted to finish the sentence off with. However, your hand shoving the panties off of him and cupping at the base of his cock forced a breathless gasp out of him. Hips bucking.

“Shut up.” You grunt, gripping at his hips while you grind your wet cunt down against his erection, the slick spilling through the fabric of the panties as if there wasn’t any.

“Fuckin’ brat. Haven’t you acted a pain in the ass enough this week huh? Think you need to be taught a lesson.” Pressing yourself up against him while stroking away at the shaft. Teasing him by holding back on going up to the tip.

What a pretty whimper that you get too. Your lips taking all of the words away from him you knew awaited to pass through his lips, you don’t wanna hear anything he has to say. It will all be mocking and bratty, you know that much.

“You knew what you were doing when you put this specific lingerie on.” Is all you can pant against his lips. Hoisting him back up to press him against the cold wall to your right. Enjoying the feel of him shivering against you.

“There was a sign that read where you had to begin.”

Slowly, your hand moves up to the tip, squeezing away at it.

Rishen opens his mouth again, about to say something. Try his luck. Tntil a slew of moans come trickling out of his half open mouth at the abrupt pace his poor dick suddenly receives.

Fast and tight, your hand fucking him so well.

“F-Fuck—” He moans out, his head rolling back against the wall, while his hips desperately meet with your hand. Thighs tensing each time you move from the tip and all the way down, while your other hand fondles and carresses his balls.

He can all but swallow heavily at the feel, while his hand moves down to cup at your cunt. Earning a sharp inhale from you as you buck your hips and squeeze around his leaking dick.

SMACK!

The sound of your hand impacting with Rishen’s inner thigh scatters across the room. Follow by a loud whine from him as his hand moves away from you. Despite the fact your pussy continues you throb and flutter the way it does.

You are sure if it could speak it would be screaming at you to let him touch you.

Rishen, on the other hand, tries to grip onto anything— anything, to be able to stand up straight. The pain mixed with the pleasure of your hand vigorously fucking him is dizzying.

“P-por— Por fa-ah— Mngh— D-dios! Lo siento— Lo-L-Losientooo!!!”

“Those pretty moans and whines. That’s it. Just listen to yourself. Gods, You sound like a desperate whore.” You mock, spitting into his mouth while it is open and making him swallow it. His dick squirting with cum at the feel.

“Cumming already huh?”

“S— so mean!” He whines, hips stuttering against your hand while he pants and gasps.

“Yeah? You deserve it.” The comment forces more cum out of him, his sight blurry from the sheer amount of arousal that rushes to his gut.

Your hands were on his dick but his entire body was begging to have you on top of him riding him into oblivion. Or fucking him into the mattress in all sorts of different positions.

But unfortunately, he was not going to get what he wanted for a bit after acting such a brat this week. It was fine, he enjoyed this just as much.

To simply have you fucking him dumb just with your hand? It was addicting.

“Let me help.” He groans into your shoulder while you pin his hips into the wall after pulling your hands away. Bringing your panties to the side so that your can rub your pussy slit against his throbbing dick.

“No.” You whisper, “I want you to stand here, and take it like a good boy huh? Let me do my fuckin’ job.”

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beautiful cupcake. i am a big woman fan myself

No no. I may have been obligated to make something for work but I AM big woman fan, should be making more cupcakes like this overall. Hell Yeah Women. LET'S GO WOMEN! LET'S GOOOO !!!!!!