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spencersawkward · 4 years

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hi i love your writing sm, could u do something w having sex w mgg in his trailer🦋

oh yes i can most definitely do that. i just did a blurb that included something similar but i have a whole other fantasy for this one that i think would be so hot. this is just like filthy smut i might have done a lil too much lol.

summary: reader goes to visit her friend, Matthew, on set. when he catches her doing something dirty in his trailer, he offers to help.

word count: 4.2k

relationship: Fem!Reader/Matthew

content warnings: unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, masturbation, dirty talk, face-sitting, degradation, Cocky Matthew, some semi-exhibitionism.

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my toes curl over the sheets and I let out a dissatisfied groan as I throw the abandoned vibrator onto the side table. ever since flying home from visiting friends in New York, I’ve been absolutely, embarrassingly... horny.

usually, my trusty toy is able to work wonders; this week has been rough, though. maybe it’s something to do with my stress-levels or maybe my body just doesn’t feel like cooperating. it doesn’t help that I have about an hour before I’m scheduled to visit my friend on the set of his show.

I haven’t seen Matthew in almost a year. between his shooting schedule and my own job getting more demanding, spending time together really hasn’t been possible. I miss his laugh and the way our conversations always flow so easily. whenever we hang out, it’s like we pick up right where we left off. and now, as I give up on trying to get one off before seeing him, I start to wonder what to expect. a tour? meeting his castmates?

to be completely honest, I don’t really want to do any of that. I’m sure they’re all very nice people and we’d have a good time, but the last week in the city was so full of group interactions that I’m really hoping to sit across from each other and just... talk.

there’s no point in speculating, though. instead, I glance over at my disappointing toy and sigh. maybe next time.

when I get there, Matthew texts me to wait for him so he can bring me to his trailer. everyone is bustling around, moving according to their own chaotic schedules. a couple golf carts occasionally roll through the space, toting actors and other personnel. it’d be overwhelming for anyone who isn’t used to it.

“Y/N!” Matthew’s voice cuts across the din of the set as he waves. he’s leaning out of the side of a golf cart that he’s driving, which makes me nervous as he pulls up to me. I raise my eyebrows in surprise as he stops the cart and hops out to wrap me in a hug.

he smells good, like expensive cologne and cool air. as he withdraws, he sets his hands on my shoulders and grins at me.

“you look great! how are you?” as usual, he’s talkative. I smile back, though, and take in his appearance. he’s always been handsome, but right now Matthew is looking especially good: the breeze has swept his curls, he’s got on a colorful button-up short-sleeve with parakeets on it, and there’s some stubble growing on his face that’s new. he looks older, more mature.

kind of sexy.

“I’m really well. cool ride you’ve got.” I nod to the golf cart and Matthew laughs.

“you wanna know a secret?” he smirks. I raise my eyebrows and he leans down a little to reach my height. “I’m not supposed to drive that.”

“how’d you get it?” I frown. knowing him, he probably managed to charm his way around the rules, but I’m sure there’s a funny story behind it as well. he’s full of weird anecdotes.

“one of my cast mates distracted the guy who runs the warehouse where they keep them.” he winks, then gestures for me to follow him. I slide into the passenger seat and before I can really process what’s happening, he’s swerving in a wide circle and speeding off.

“I’ve been meaning to call you,” he practically yells over the sound of the motor. “but I know you’ve been busy.”

“yeah, I actually just started writing for this new show.”

“you’re downtown, then?” he glances over with a smile and then we’re slowing to a stop. an enormous trailer sits among rows of other enormous trailers, presumably for his cast mates. he turns off the cart and turns his body to face me while I talk. zeroes in on me in a way that makes my stomach flip.

“for right now, yeah.” I can’t help the smile. it’s been a while since I’ve worked in Los Angeles; I was working as a writer on one of Matthew’s independent films when I got an offer in New York and decided to relocate. and even though it was amazing there, I missed California sunshine and I missed him. we were inseparable before I left.

“so, what I’m hearing is that you’re now legally bound to hang out with me.” he grins in that dazzling way of his. I laugh and nod, climbing out when he does. he opens the trailer door for me. “I have to go back to work in about twenty minutes, but afterwards I wanna take you to dinner.”

“oh, I could have come later. I’m sorry.” I turn to apologize, but he’s quick to wave it off.

“it’s fine. as long as you don’t mind spending an hour in here, it shouldn’t be too torturous.”

I peer around the space, noticing the little ways in which Matthew has made this place his own: aside from all the complimentary gift baskets and notes, the trailer is occupied by strange trinkets that he’s collected, random books and notebooks that scatter the couch and what looks like an attempt at a desk.

“wow.” I say. he sidles up next to me, sighing and realizing that it’s a bit cluttered.

“sorry about the mess. I haven’t really had time to clean up.”

“no, no, I meant ‘wow’ in a good way.” I walk over to the couch and sit down, patting the spot next to me. he smiles, pushes an acting theory book out of the way, and sinks into the cushions a safe distance from me.

“tell me about this job, then.” he immediately starts. I shrug.

“it’s nothing huge, just a teen drama. everyone I work with is brilliant, though.”

“that’s amazing. have you had a chance to work on your art?”

I think back to all the times when Matthew and I would spend free afternoons doing doodle competitions of the crew, usually on random scripts. they were judged by other cast mates, anyone who would take the time to look. I don’t think I was supposed to be on set as much as I was, but it was worth it.

“I wish. my schedule is so busy now, I barely have time to make dinner for myself.” I laugh. he leans back into the corner of the couch, resting his arm on top of the back. I pull one leg beneath me and mirror his actions.

“that’s too bad. I was looking forward to seeing some new stuff.”

“I don’t think any of my co-workers would particularly enjoy the representations I do of them.”

“sour sports.” he says. the strangeness and vehemence of the sentiment makes me snort and I glance at the notebooks around the room.

“how about you? any new masterpieces?”

we go on like this for a while, just catching up and slipping into our inside jokes and memories as if they aren’t from a different time in our lives. although I was excited to see him today, there was a lingering nervousness about it going as planned. sometimes you try to reconnect and the spark is just... gone. but Matthew is still Matthew, and I’m still me.

he ends up leaving to go shoot sooner than I can believe, time passing quickly, and tells me to feel free to read any of his books or look through his sketchbooks. he never hides anything, and it’s admirable.

once he’s gone, I settle onto the couch with a used Ray Bradbury anthology that I found beneath a bag of sour candies and start to read.

my mind wanders, however, as I try to concentrate on the page. I think about how Matthew looks now, how the stubble makes his jaw even more defined. those wide, hazel eyes that always seem to glitter with enthusiasm. I don’t know if I’m still frustrated from the unsuccessful session with my vibrator earlier, but the thoughts begin to turn over in my mind and mingle with other ones.

there were moments with him that I remember, quiet ones where we’d be about to say goodnight or moments where he’d fall asleep on my shoulder in my apartment, where I’d look at him and consider the possibility. we get on so well, and he’s arguably one of my best friends. distance hasn’t changed that. there are things I would tell him that I haven’t told my other friends.

and when he’d brush against my skin, or grab my arm to get my attention, and my imagination would run wild. heated kisses and closed doors. finding the way to my bed in the dark, his hands on my waist while he crawls on top of me. things that never happened but that I imagined as if they were real memories seared into my mind.

and now, sitting in this trailer with this book and on this couch that smells like him, those feelings return like something lost, then found: rushing, feverish, overpowering. the images come in a flux, his weight on top of mine and his teeth dragging over my tits. on this couch, that’s all I want.

there’s a blush on my cheeks as I drop the book on the floor and undo the button on my pants. it won’t take me long; I can feel how wet I’m getting and I haven’t even thought that much about it. the pent-up excitement from earlier will overtake my senses. he said I have an hour, and this might take ten minutes tops.

as my fingertips brush over my panties, I close my eyes and imagine they’re his. curious, gentle, teasing before reaching below the waistband and cupping me. I whimper, starting to trace over the wet folds of my entrance with an eager hand. it feels good, right, and the heat of my body tells me that this time, it’ll work. my head is full of thoughts of him, and I dip a finger in, clenching around the digits. the heel of my palm presses into my clit and I moan, starting to work myself.

I imagine Matthew coming in here after he’s done and kissing me like he’s wasted enough time waiting; like he can’t wait another second to be with me. my pace quickens at the memory of his hands, veined and strong and sure, pumping into me. taunting me.

“Matthew...” I whine, removing my fingers to circle my clit with a hurried pressure. every second burns across my skin, reminding me that what I’m doing is wrong. I shouldn’t be touching myself in his trailer while he works, especially not when he’s coming back soon.

but it’s hot, too, and the rhythm I create is impossible to resist. I switch between fingering and toying with my bundle of nerves while clenching my free hand in the couch cushion. my eyes are squeezed shut as I get closer to orgasm, the knot in my stomach tightening with every moment.

“o-oh my god,” I hum. “Matthew--”

the sharp intake of breath makes my entire body freeze. my eyes fly open to see the bastard himself standing there, lips parted. he can’t seem to figure out where to look: my face, which was just contorted in pleasure while I moaned his name, or my pussy, which is almost completely on display now that I’ve managed to push my jeans down to my knees.

“oh my god.” I stutter, immediately removing my hand and sitting up. my cheeks are on fire and everything around me seems surreal. this can’t be real. “y-you weren’t supposed to be back for an hour.” I say stupidly. shit ton of luck that hour did me.

“we, uh, wrapped early.” he averts his eyes, then glances cautiously at my face. “I promise I walked in here before I knew. I never meant--”

“no, it’s fine.” I pull up my jeans, still too shocked to make any sweeping movements. he doesn’t seem quite sure what to do with himself, and I speak to break the silence. “sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I wonder what you’d have done with an actual hour.” he says it like he’s attempting to lighten the mood, then winces as he realizes that he shouldn’t have said that. “sorry, bad joke. I’m just-- surprised.”

“Matthew, I’m so sorry--” I start. there’s literally no other direction to take this conversation. I feel like I’ve ruined our friendship within the span of a few seconds.

“were you saying my name?” he asks, eyebrows slightly raised. I would like to sink into the floor and never come up again, I think.

“well, the thing is--” I take a deep breath. “I don’t normally, um... do that in people’s trailers?” my frown makes him smile a little as he relaxes. now that I’m fully clothed, he doesn’t seem so daunted. I scoot up on the couch and glance between the open spot and him to get him to sit. standing only makes it weirder.

he obliges, watching me pull my knees into my chest before I start to explain. guilt is building in my chest now, so much more real after being caught.

“I don’t wanna make this even more awkward than it is, but I feel like I should make it clear that there’s a reason why I was doing it in here and I’m not some freak who, like, contaminates people’s space. like, I was just gonna be super quick about it and be done because-- and now I’m justifying it, which is even worse--”

“hey, Y/N, relax.” Matthew reaches out and touches my wrist, his fingers soft as they pull my attention to his. when I finally muster the courage to look him in the eyes, he’s got a small smile on his face. “I’m not mad or anything.”

“okay.” I sigh, spine going a little less rigid.

“you were moaning my name, though, right?” he smirks. my eyes widen.

“don’t get too cocky,” I try to play it off. “I haven’t been able to get off for the past few days and I only tried it to see if it would work.”

“looks like it did.” he glances between my flushed cheeks and the hand that was playing with myself, which is now sitting on my jeans. how is he being so fucking smooth right now?

“whatever.” I turn my face away, knowing that anything else would be damning.

“are you still... frustrated?” he asks. his voice is low. my face snaps up, jaw dropping. one of his hands is covering the crotch of his jeans, trying to hide something.

“why?”

“I can help you out. only if you want to, of course.” he says this in complete seriousness. my gaze passes over his features once again to make sure I’m not absolutely dreaming. every line in his face, the intensity of those pretty irises, feels too real to be fake.

“like...” I think about his hands, about what he’s offering. it’s heavier than just sex, but also maybe not. it doesn’t have to be; we’re adults. our friendship wouldn’t be shattered by one encounter.

“like I’ll eat you out right now and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore.” we’ve moved closer on the couch, our faces inches apart while he says it so quietly that I wouldn’t hear it otherwise. the way he licks his lips, stares at me, tells me that we’ve already passed the point of no return. there’s no use in holding back anymore.

“mhmm.” I nod. if I say anything more, I’ll reveal more than he wants to know. that I’ve wanted this for a while, even though I tried to forget the way he makes me feel.

“come here, then.” he beckons me forward and I impatiently crash my lips to his. he responds immediately, threading his fingers through my hair and pulling me to him. he’s greedy, but not in a way that overwhelms. like he’s trying to enjoy the moment. his nose brushes my cheek when he deepens the kiss, my hands looping around his neck. he begins to bite on my lower lip, tugging to get me to moan. I let him explore me, those features that he’s seen so many times but has never touched.

we’re hopeful in our embrace, and my mind feels like spring and how I imagine the earth feels when it’s in full bloom. excitement in my veins as we get more heated. when his fingers unbutton my jeans, he pulls away to take a moment.

“sit on my face.” he breathes out, feverish. I nod, getting up to shrug off my jeans. he watches, licking his lips when I pull down my panties and step out of them, then take off my top and bra. he leans back as if to sink down onto the couch for me, but I shake my head.

“take off your clothes first.” I tell him.

“you wanna see me naked?” he knows the truth, but wants me to say it. the smirk on his face makes me annoyingly aroused. I just start to go for the buttons on his shirt.

“yeah, I wanna see you naked.” I reply. this makes him grin and he helps me out by working on his jeans. we strip him down and then we’re both there, looking at each other.

“c’mere, beautiful.” he grabs my hip and pulls me closer until I get on the couch and position myself. he lies down flat, gesturing for me to scoot up his chest until my core is right above his face. “perfect.”

I’m about to poke a little fun at him for being so confident when he reaches up, wraps his hands around my thighs, and pulls me down against his face.

I yelp, overwhelmed by how he moans against my heat and starts to eat me out. his tongue moves expertly, lapping at the wetness that’s gathered between my legs before teasing my entrance. I release a series of noises that are downright sinful, but the red marks he’s leaving in my thighs tell me he’s loving my reaction. his nose brushes against my clit and I start to roll my hips against his face, falling apart already as he switches between sucking, licking, and sliding his tongue inside me. I grip onto his hair, mumbling like a prayer.

he takes the opportunity to quickly slap my ass before returning to my thighs, burying his face and working with a divine acuity. I can’t believe how good it feels, throwing my head back and arching my spine while I hold my tits. Matthew moves my hand and massages one while he stares up into my eyes, lust evident in every sound and motion.

“Matthew, please--” I gasp. “don’t stop.”

he groans, running his nails down my stomach while I ride his face. I’m needy for him, only uttering his name and more pleas for his tongue. and the sensation of him holding me down like he can’t get enough makes the knot from earlier return easily. I lean back a little, swirl my hips, and then it comes like a white-hot wave.

“oh my god—“ I can barely get it out, moving with abandon. “it’s so fucking good.”

he lets my body slow to a reasonable pace, drawing out the high until I’m swallowing all the air I can get and pull myself away from him. Matthew’s grinning, mouth glistening while he sits up a bit.

“such a wet little pussy.” he tells me, licking his lips. I’m pretty much resting on his chest and I start to move off of him when he quickly straightens himself, wraps his arms around my waist, and pushes me so I’m laying on my back at the other end of the couch with him leaning over me.

I brush his curls out of his face, appreciating the hunger in his face. he craves more of me, and the erection he’s pressing into my inner thigh is proof. I look up at him.

“you’re good.” I concede. he shrugs, smiles. butterflies.

“I just think about it a lot.” the response is simple, but it’s the right one. I blush and he grabs his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up at my entrance. I search his eyes, those widened pupils, as he shoves into me.

“shit.” he moans, jaw dropping once he’s reaching the hilt. “give it to me, baby.” I can feel him deep inside, cock twitching against my walls as he settles. one of his arms is over me, supporting himself on the arm of the couch, while the other holds my waist.

I don’t speak, only bite down on my lip and whimper through the initial shocks of him. it isn’t until he pulls out that I get more vocal. he starts to roll his hips, never breaking eye contact while I arch my back and moan.

“harder.” I whisper. he tightens his grip on me and slams himself inside. my body instinctively moves up away from the pressure, but he brings me right back down.

“is this what you were thinking about?” he breathes out. “me fucking you like a slut?”

I nod urgently, but he uses an index finger to tilt my face back to his.

“tell me who you belong to, little slut.” his tone is low, laced with lust when he bites his lip and watches my reactions to his cock.

“you.” I whine quietly, grabbing his shoulders for stability while he plows into me.

“louder, sweetheart. you were plenty sure before.” he mocks, pausing after to moan in my ear like he’s absolutely losing it. he roughly tugs me further against him and the sensation makes me cry out.

“y-you-- fuck!”

“c’mon, baby.” he pants. we’re definitely rocking this trailer with the way he’s ramming my body right now. I can feel him like he’s in my ribs.

“Matthew, oh god--”

“show me how you cum, Y/N. lemme see you fucking break.” the final word is punctuated by him bottoming-out within me, his noises their own stimulation to my senses. I’m trying to breathe but it’s so hard with all the thoughts firing in my brain. he doesn’t go easy on me.

“I’m cumming.” my hips jerk up into his, pussy fluttering like it’s trying to push him out. but the tension only makes him thrust harder, further, chasing his own release as I claw at his back and squeeze my legs around his torso.

“can I fill that tight little cunt up, baby?” he moans into my ear, our bodies like undulating waves. I nod and buck against him, which drives him mad as his thrusts get sloppier. we’re filthy together and it’s otherworldly. “good girl.”

he lets out a whimpering sound while he stills inside my body and cums. I feel him twitching, shooting his load into me. I’m writhing while I clench around him, both of us falling apart. for all his cockiness, he’s lovely when he’s orgasming-- mouth open, eyes rolling back into his head before focusing intently on my face, a sheen of sweat that glows on his cheekbones.

when he finally withdraws, leaving me naked and panting on his couch, his eyes run over my body appreciatively.

“that help?” he smirks as he straightens. I glare at him, kneeing him in the ribs, and he leans down to kiss my cheek, giving me a tender look. “I’m joking. are you okay?”

“more than okay.” I smile. he doesn’t say anything for a moment, closing and opening his mouth as if debating whether or not to say something else.

“you’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“thanks.” as if this man hasn’t already fucked me senseless, I blush, look away shyly. he grabs my clothes from the floor and hands them to me.

“do you want some water?” he’s worried about giving me space. there’s a question lingering between us that I’m afraid to ask, especially now that he hasn’t. Matthew has always been the more bold between the two of us.

“uh, sure.” if it means he takes his eyes off me long enough for me to regain my bearings, yes. I watch him pull on the rest of his clothes before standing and going over to his mini-fridge. I’ll need to clean up soon.

“so...” his voice is measured, hazel eyes slipping over my form.

“so.”

“dinner? and then breakfast?” he suggests. my eyebrows raise at the second question, one that he hasn’t mentioned until now. the implication makes me laugh.

“you think you’re getting this again?” I try to act nonchalant, as if I’m not already imagining it.

“oh, wait--” he frowns, hesitates. “that’s not what I meant.”

“what did you mean?” there’s a grin taking over my face, hopeful as I await his response. I guess we’re about to answer that question after all.

“I wanna finally take you on a date.” he smiles softly, surprisingly shy. I don’t even hesitate to answer.

“I’m in.”

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whyareyousittingathomeonthefloor · 4 years

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Baby You’ve Got Me Tied Down

it’s finally here bitches

sub!harry

it’s been a long ass time coming and i love you all for being patient with me

i also love @gohometoacactus, @havethetimeofyourstyles and @tobe-sogolden for encouraging me and being the most wonderful betas. i love you all so much

this is 10.5k words of pure smut and if you squint just a hint of fluff at the end

feedback is of course welcome and encouraged as are rb’s!

enjoy!

Harry was in for it. Majorly in for it. He’d been insufferable all day. Sending you dirty texts, pictures that left little to the imagination and videos of him rutting against the bed, the desperate whimpers you loved so much escaping from his lips. All of these had been throughout the span of your work day, so you let him have his fun. Because tonight. You’d be having yours.

You knew what he expected to come of this, he’d done it many times before. Torture you while you were at work and then when you came home, he’d devour you. But this time, you had something else in mind. You and Harry had a very active sex life. You guys kept things interesting, in fact just last night the two of you had ordered some special toys to try out. All of that being said, Harry was usually the one in charge. He called all the shots and you loved it. You loved how he made you so easily give up control, how easily he pulled noises you’d never heard yourself make from your mouth and how he gave your body feelings that could only be described as out of this world. Only on very rare occasions were you the one in charge. Very rarely did you get to see Harry squirm and writhe underneath you and very rarely did you pull whines and whimpers from his mouth that rivaled those of a pornstar’s. Tonight, you were hoping to do all that and more. By the end of the night, you wanted Harry completely and utterly fucked for you. And that’s exactly where he was going to be.

You stand from the chair in your office, shutting down your computer and waving goodbye to your coworkers who were obviously staying late. As you’re walking to your car, your phone dings. You glance down and see the notification is from Harry. You bite your lip as you feel your core start to ache, only adding to the wetness that consumes your underwear. You walk quickly to your car and as soon as you’re inside, you open the message and your thighs involuntarily clench.

It’s a video of your beautiful boyfriend stroking himself. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips buck into his hand as tugs at his shaft.

“ Missin’ you.” He groans, throwing his head back against the pillow. You see his hand start to move faster and you know it’s only a matter of seconds until he releases.

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants, looking down at his painfully hard cock. “ Ugh, I’m gonna cum.” He announces to no one but himself and within seconds of his words, you see thick, white ribbons spill from him. He emits a long, drawn out groan as his orgasm consumes him and you watch him as he lay breathless on the bed sheets. A few seconds later, he lifts his head to the camera and locks eyes with you through the screen.

“ Hurry home, baby.” He smirks and then the video ends. You lean your head against the head rest and take a deep breath to calm your raging hormones enough to make the fifteen minute drive back to you and Harry’s apartment. Once you’re calm enough, you type a response to your boyfriend who’s no doubt staring at his phone, waiting for a response that indicates how needy you are for him but he’s getting the exact opposite.

“ On my way.” You type and hit send before starting the car.

The car ride was excruciating, your thighs clenched every time you thought about the video you’d just seen and any other message you’d received throughout the day. You had half a mind to reach down and relieve yourself of just a little bit of the ache, but you were almost home so you kept your hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel. It became almost impossibly difficult to ignore the ache between your thighs as Siri read aloud a text from Harry.

“ Be safe on the road, babe. Know you’re desperate to get home since I left you all in a bind this morning but that’s no reason to speed. I’ll be waiting (;.” The robotic voice reads and you roll your eyes because of the cocky tone he obviously meant his words to convey but you can’t help biting your lip because, yes. He had kept you waiting. Three times actually, ignoring every plea that fell from your mouth.

“ Harry please! So close, oh my god!” You cried, gasping as your boyfriend slammed into you relentlessly, his hand wrapped around your throat as he whispered filthy things to you.

“Yeah? You’re close angel?” He whispered hotly and you wrapped a hand around his wrist. nodding furiously. “ Can tell. Squeezing me so fucking tight. Dirty fucking slut.” He growled and you let out a noise you’d never heard yourself make. It was somewhere between a scream and whimper and it made you sound like a “desperate little whore” according to Harry. But that’s exactly what you were. He’d woken you up by licking into you and then had the audacity to edge you twice before this so of course you were desperate. You always needed to cum before work, it started your day off well and helped you not snap at the incompetent co workers you’d been cursed with. All of which Harry was aware of which is exactly why when your cry of “ gonna cum! gonna cum!” erupted from your lips, Harry ceased all of his movements.

“ No!” You sobbed, feeling your third orgasm slip away and he just smirked before fully pulling out of you.

“ Get dressed love, gonna be late.” He smiled and you flipped him off, wishing your legs had the ability to stand so you could slap the cheeky smile off of his face, but for now you’d settle for a mumble of “ asswipe” as you stood slowly from the bed because as much of a dick as he was, he was right. You were gonna be late.

Now, as you pulled into the apartment complex, you couldn’t possibly be rushing to him any faster. You climbed the stairs two at a time and fumbled with the key to unlock the door, finally finding it, you took a deep breath to compose yourself and opened the door. You weren’t the least bit surprised at the sight in front of you. Harry was sitting on the couch, legs spread wide and arms spread out across the back of the couch in the most taunting and arrogant way, clad only in boxers.

“ Welcome home, sweetheart.” He smirks and you smile back at him, dropping your bags to the hardwood floor and walking towards him. He follows your every move with hungry eyes and sits up when you’re standing right in front of his seated body. You lock eyes with him as you throw your legs to either side of his body, straddling him. He smiles as his hands move to rest on your waist.

“ Knew you were needy but this a whole new level.” He taunts and you just smile. You push his fluffy, chocolate brown curls back from his face and he gives a confused look, trying to figure out how you’re so calm despite everything he’s done and sent you today. You look down into his mossy, green eyes and then down to his pink lips, studying his face.

“ So beautiful, H.” You whisper and he smiles, reaching up and cupping your cheek.

“ You too, baby.” He coos and you smile, rubbing your nose against his before pressing your lips to his. You cup his face and both of his hands go to your waist, squeezing lightly.You smile into the kiss and deepen it, licking over his bottom lip. He immediately parts his lips and you both moan as your tongues dance together. He leans back against the couch, hugging you closer to his chest and you put both hands on the wall above his head to brace yourself as he moves. You’re the first one to pull away from the kiss, bringing your lips lower down. You kiss up and down his neck, sucking softly in some places and biting harshly in others, feeding his pain kink. He moans softly, tilting his head back against the couch and squeezing your hips. As you continue to suck and kiss at his neck, you feel his hands start trying to move your hips against what is, no doubt, his rapidly growing bulge.You smile as you finish the hickey on his neck, running your tongue over it to soothe the burning. You pull back from his neck and almost laugh at the confused look on his face.

“ What-.” He goes to ask but is interrupted by the way his jaw drops as you remove his hands from your waist and place them above his head. “ Y/N. What are you-?” He pants but you cut him off.

“ Upstairs.” You whisper, looking deep into his green eyes. He cocks his head to the side in confusion and he tries to pull his hands from your grasp but the evil glint in your eye warns him not to try that. He nods and you let go of his hands, climbing off of him to let him go where he needs to go. He doesn’t even give you a second glance as he makes his way up the stairs. You smile and turn to the bags you dropped when you walked in. You wanted to make him wait, make him squirm with anticipation of what was going to happen, because by now he knew he wasn’t going to be the one in charge this time and it made him excited but also slightly nervous. You took your sweet time putting everything where it needed to be and cleaning up just a little bit, he heard you downstairs and could tell you were teasing him. He huffed but knew he had no right to complain since he did it to you constantly. He’d tell you to go upstairs and then would clean the kitchen, maybe sweep a little bit, anything that made you wait long enough for your skin to crawl with nervousness and that’s exactly what you were trying to achieve with him now.

And it was working.

He sat on the edge of the bed, nervously rubbing his hands together and then running one through his hair. He had no idea what you had planned for him, but he knew it’d probably end with him in a fuzzy state. He was excited. Sure, he loved being in control, he loved wrapping his hand around your throat and telling you to moan for him and he loved pinning your hands above your head and fucking into you so hard it made you scream, but there was a part of him, a fairly large one that loved being controlled and he was so happy to have someone that shared his desires. He loved being completely at your mercy, he loved begging and he loved being in the state that only you could put him in. A state of complete and utter submission. He had so much stress to deal with and it was nice to be taken to a place where he physically could not think about those things and was solely focused on pleasing you. You guys didn’t do it often, but when you did he could only describe the things you made him feel as otherworldly, you pulled pleas out of his mouth like it was nothing, noises out of him that he’d never heard himself make before and he lived for it. He could already feel himself growing painfully hard, reminiscing the few times he’d been in this position before. And it was perfect timing, he looked up as he felt the room grow chillingly silent and saw you in the doorway. He took a deep breath, rubbing his sweaty palms on his thighs and locking eyes with you.

“Hi, baby.” He whispers to you, his green eyes having a sort of doe like look to them.

“ Hi, H.” You smile, but not your normal smile. More like a cunning one, one that tells him you have so much planned. He shivers and gives you a timid smile.

“ Lay back for me.” You tell him, walking into the room and he does so immediately, laying flat on his back. You smile and walk towards him, you kneel down beside his body and you can feel his body tense as you lightly scratch up and down his torso.

“ Relax, babe. It’s still me.” You remind him and he nods, swallowing thickly.

“ What are you gonna do?” He whispers, watching as you drag your hand farther down his body. He jerks as your hand just barely grazes over the tent straining against his boxers. You chuckle and kiss just under his ear, smiling at the way he shivers.

“ You’ll find out.” You whisper and you watch his Adam's apple bob as he gulps, but nods. You stand up from the floor and walk towards the closet. You make your way to the back of it, searching for the box of special toys you and Harry kept. You smile as you locate it, bending down to lift the top off. You rummage through the gags, plugs, blindfolds, and other toys to find what you’re looking for. Biting your lip, you take the toys in your hand and walk back to your boyfriend who has his eyes closed, breathing deeply. His eyes fly open when he feels your hand come up to caress the side of his face, pushing his curls out of his face. He looks up to see you smiling and he feels a shiver race through him at the look in your eyes. It’s the same look he gives you when he stands above your helpless, squirming body that’s usually restrained. Those nights always ended with you breathless and completely fucked for him. He knew that was where he’d be at the end of this, how he’d get there? Well, that was up to you.

His eyes left yours and moved to the side table as he saw you set the things from the closet down on it. His eyes widened and he felt his heart rate pick up speed as he took in what lay on the wooden table. Handcuffs, a vibrator and a cock ring. He looks back up at you and you smile. You lean down, pressing your lips to his and you can feel his body relax under your hand that rests on top of his butterfly. You slip your tongue through his parted lips and he moans, lifting his hand to cup your face but you quickly take it and press it back to his side, shaking your head slightly into the kiss.

“ No touching.” You whisper and he swallows again, nodding. “ Good boy.” You smile and he bites his lip, feeling his cock bloat at the rare praise. You smile and kiss him again before stepping back and beginning to strip. First is your blazer, you lock eyes with him as you begin to unbutton the piece of clothing on your body, after you've unbuttoned every button, you shrug it off your shoulders and you watch as his hungry eyes follow the thick fabric as it falls to the floor. Next, is your shirt, you lift the thin material over your head, tossing it to the side and smiling as Harry’s eyes follow it as it lands on the floor too. Lastly is your pants, you unbutton your jeans, keeping eye contact as you bend down to pull them off your legs. Once they’re at your ankles, you step out of them and kick them to the side, walking once again towards your touch starved boyfriend. You kneel on the bed, swinging one leg over his hips and then adjusting both at his sides so you’re straddling him comfortably, clad only in the lacy lavender set you’d slipped on this morning figuring Harry would pull a stunt like this.

“ Shit, baby.” He breathes as he eyes your body up and down and you feel your body heat at his hungry gaze. His hands immediately come up to grab at your waist and you’re quick to pull them off of you, placing them back at his sides and then gripping his jaw in your hands.

“ Can’t follow directions can you, baby?” You ask, his lips parted as his jaw is gripped tightly in your hand. “ Answer me.” You whisper as he stares blankly up at you and he shakes his head softly. You smile and push some curls from his face with your free hand.

“ No?” You taunt and he shakes his head, eyes blown out in pleasure.

“It’s a good thing that I have the perfect toy to fix that. Isn’t it, H?” You ask and he nods. You let go of his jaw and feel him start to pant under you as you reach over him, his hot breath hitting your breasts in short bursts as you grab the handcuffs from the side table.

“ Hands up.” You tell him, as you resume your position on his hips. He lifts his hands above his head, spreading them so each of his wrists rest on the edge of the either hooks you both had installed onto the bed frame when you discovered both parties enjoyed being restrained. You hook the cuffs through each hook and then around his wrists. He takes a deep breath and tugs on them, making sure they’re tight on his wrists, nodding as he realizes there’s no way he’s getting out of these without your help. The thought excites both him and you.

“ Remember your safe word?” You ask, running both of your hands up and down his torso and he nods. “ Don’t hesitate to use it if it gets too much for you.” You remind him and he nods again.

“ I won’t.” He assures you and you smile. You lean down, pressing your lips to his once again and his lips immediately mold to yours. He licks over your bottom lip and your lips part, granting him this last bit of control. He moves his tongue in slow strokes against yours and it already has you melting into him. You moan and reach up to tug at his hair, earning you a small whimper that you greedily swallow. You pull away, traveling your kisses further down. You press, fast, wet kisses to his neck, sucking lightly on the protruding vein and he groans, titling his head back to give you more access. Your kisses move down his torso and you look up at him as you flick your tongue over his nipples, remembering how he’d once told you that they were a very sensitive spot. He moans as you nip softly at them and then soothe the burn with your tongue, hips bucking up trying to get any contact from you. You smile, pulling away from the kisses you were pressing to his lower stomach, wrapping your hand around his throat and squeezing softly. His eyes widen and he whimpers softly.

“Thought you were gonna be a good boy for me, H?” You whisper, fake pouting and he groans. Your dominance and the hand around his throat sending arousal straight to his cock.

“ I will, I will.” He tells you in rushed pants. “ I’m sorry.”

“ Good.” You smile, releasing your grip on his neck. “ You’ll get what you want soon.” You tell him and he nods. You continue sponging kisses to his lower stomach, licking and sucking in some places, You revel in the way his body squirms helplessly under your touch, remembering a night not long ago where you found yourself in this exact position. Harry’s breathing starts to pick up as you press kisses along the waistband of his boxers. You pull back and smirk up at him as you completely ignore the bulge he’s sporting.

“ No.” He breathes, head tilting back in frustration but you ignore him, kissing and nibbling on his inner thighs, causing his legs to jerk. You give one last kiss to each thigh before running your hands up his thighs and hooking your fingers inside the waistband of his boxers. His eyes fly open and he lifts his head to look at you. His breathing deepens as you pull the boxers down his thick thighs. You two maintain eye contact even as you pull the boxers down to his ankles and then fully off. You climb back up to his body, straddling his hips again. He’s panting audibly now as he looks up at you, desperately awaiting your next move.

“ What do you want, H? Hm?” You ask, scratching lightly up his torso.

“ Anything. Please.” He begs, tugging on the cuffs. You smile and cup his cheek, he sighs at the gentle touch.

“ Desperate?” You ask and he nods with fervor.

“ Yes. Yes, Y/N please.” He pants, body squirming under you.

“ Okay, okay. Relax.�� You tell him, running your thumb along his cheekbones. You swing one leg off of his body, the other following allowing you to kneel beside him on the bed. You take his rock hard cock in your hands and he lets out a long, drawn out moan, his body jerking at the slightest touch. You smile and bring your mouth to his tip, spitting directly on it and relishing in the whine that leaves his pink lips as you start stroking him.

“ Need you to tell me when you’re gonna cum okay?” You ask him and he nods, looking down at his cock in your hand.

“ Okay, okay I will.” He pants, hips starting to buck just slightly up into your hand.

“ Good boy.” You tell him again, watching his eyes roll back in his head. You apply more pressure to his cock, squeezing it tighter and he groans.

“ Fuck.” He breathes, biting his lip. He tugs just slightly on the cuffs, whining when they don’t budge. “ It’s good baby, it’s so good.” He groans, hips bucking faster up into your hand.

“ Yeah? Missed my touch, H?” You tease and he nods, head tilted back and mouth agape as tiny whimpers fall from his lips.

“ Yes, fuck missed it so much.” He confirms breathlessly.

“ Bet you were thinking about me when you sent me all those videos weren’t you?” You tease even more and he moans.

“ God yes. Only you.” He whimpers. You know he’s close. You can see it in the way he tugs harder at the cuffs and the way that the heavy pants falling from his lips are now within seconds of each other.

“ What were you thinking about, baby?” You decide to spur him on, knowing this will only bring him closer to his release. “ Thinking about my hand? The way I know exactly how to touch you?” You ask, flicking your wrist as you stroke him the way you know he likes and focusing more on his tip since it’s the most sensitive part of his length and often the part that gets him off the quickest. His head is still tilted back towards the headboard and his face is pinched almost in discomfort but you know that means that he’s even closer.

“ Or maybe you were thinking about my mouth.” You add. “ How good it feels around you.” You egg him on and you know it’s working because his hips are bucking up into your hand faster than you’ve seen them this whole time and hushed encouragements of “yes” fall from his parted lips in succession.

“ Thinking about how I can take you all the way? Or about how you like to put me on my knees and-” You continue but are quickly cut off by his shout.

“ Fuck! I’m there, I’m there.” He pants and you immediately pull your hand away. He whimpers and lets his head fall dramatically onto the pillow below him. “ Shit.” He breathes.

“ Good?” You ask him and he nods.

“ So good.” He whispers and you smile, leaning up to kiss him again. His tongue gives yours slow, deep strokes and you moan at the taste of him. You drag your knees behind you as you scoot closer to his face, fully submerging yourself into the kiss. You reach up to tug at his hair and greedily swallow the whimper that follows. You moan softly as he bites down on your lower lip and then pulls away, watching in awe as it snaps back into place. You smile and lean down to kiss the tip of his nose, giggling at the way it scrunches up after. You leave kisses on every inch of skin as you crawl back down his body, leaving him panting and squirming above you. As you sit beside him on the bed, you take his cock into your hand again, smiling at the way that he involuntarily moans and bucks up into your hand. You give him a few slow strokes, basking in his breathy moans and pants. You look up to see his head tilted back and his eyes screwed shut as he zeroes in on the pleasure that he’s sure will be taken from him soon. Or so he thinks.

“ Gonna use my mouth now okay?” You tell him and he nods feverishly.

“ Please.” He barely whispers. You crawl even further down his body and swing one leg over his calf while situating the other so that you’re sitting astride his legs. You give his length a few more tugs before lowering your mouth onto him. He releases a long whine as his eyes roll back in his head and he tugs at the cuffs.

“ Fuck.” He breathes as you start bobbing your head up and down while your tongue skirts over his length. His cock feels heavy on your tongue and you moan around him, causing his legs to jerk. You look up at him and see his knuckles turning a ghostly white from how tight he’s tugging on the cuffs. You run your hands up his body and give a rough slap to his pecs, making him groan and buck up into your mouth. You pull back from his cock and start stroking him, the sounds of your hand against your spit are absolutely sinful. He moans and bucks up into your hand again.

“ Feel good h?” You tease, already knowing the answer. He nods furiously.

“ It’s so good.” He breathes, looking down at you with half open eyes. You smile and lick your lips, wrapping them back around the head of his cock, you give a few swirls of your tongue around his head before pushing him all the way down your throat.

“ S-shit!” He gasps, tugging on the cuffs and arching his back. “ Oh my god.” He breathes, looking down at you. “ You’re so good, angel.” He pants and you moan around his cock.You pull off his cock with the most sinful sound and he whines, you continue stroking him to keep up the pleasure and he’s thrusting up into you. He tilts his head back and wraps his fingers around the wooden headboard.

“ You’re close aren’t you baby?” You ask and his nod is accompanied by a long whine as you squeeze him particularly hard. You lean down again and wrap your lips around his cock, focusing more on the tip once again. He whines and starts panting heavily.

“ Yes, yes, yes, yes.” He whispers, face pinched in pleasure as he feels the white hot heat travel up his spine. “ Fuck, gonna cum.” He whimpers and you pull off of him immediately. Watching him squirm and tug at the cuffs as his orgasm escapes him. He breathes deeply as he looks up at you. You wink at him and then kiss up and down his stomach, sucking and biting in some places. Once you reach his happy trail, you press kisses back up his torso, to his neck and eventually his lips. You connect your lips with his, biting softly on his bottom lip and watching as it snaps back into place. You reach over him and grab the vibe from the table. His eyes widen and he shakes his head feverishly.

“ No, no, no. Won’t last with that. I can’t.” He begs and you smile, turning it on.

“ Good thing you don’t have to then.” You tease. His eyes widen and you wink before pressing the vibe to the head of his cock. His back arches and he tugs at the cuffs, mouth open in a silent moan.

“ Oh, f-fuck.” He sputters as his head tilts back in pleasure. You move the head of the vibe around his tip and his eyes roll back in his head. “ Oh my god.” He breathes, toes curling. You sneak a glance up at him as you move the vibe around his length. His head is thrown back against the headboard, his toned chest heaves as his body wracks with pleasure. His eyes are closed and his bottom lip is being tugged on relentlessly by his teeth, his normal raspberry color deepening.

You move the vibe down his rigid length, making sure to put extra pressure on the prominent vein that runs down it, knowing he’s sensitive there. Your attentiveness has it’s desired reaction when Harry lets out a cracked whine, his face pinching in utter pleasure. His lips part and heavy pants fall one after the other from them. He lifts his head from where it rests against the pillow and looks up at you and he has to force his eyes not to roll back so he can continue staring at the sight in front of him.

You’re straddled atop his thighs, clad in only a lacy, lavender set that leaves little to the imagination. Your boobs spill out of the bra as you lean forward to move the vibe around his cock and the bottoms are so thin he can feel your wetness sticking to his thigh. Your hair creates the perfect shadow across your face as it dances in waves around your shoulders, swaying as you move with the vibe. He’s about to tell you just how delectable you look when he feels burning pleasure travel up his spine. You’ve moved the vibe back to his tip and the pleasure is ripping through him. He lets out a broken moan as you add more pressure to his slit with the vibe, his eyes rolling back in his head and hips involuntarily bucking. He tugs on the cuffs and throws his head back in ecstasy.

“Shit.” He moans, his back arching off the bed slightly. “ I’m gonna cum.” He groans, pushing his forehead against the headboard. “ I’m gonna cum.” He says again and you smile.

“ Cum for me, h. Want you to cum so fucking hard.” You say, adding a little whine to the end of your words knowing how much he loves to hear your sounds. He nods and his eyes roll back in his head once again as you reach down to fondle his balls as the vibe runs over his tip. His lips part in a silent shout and you find yourself wishing he had enough air to make the noise he’s holding back. You’ll just have to try harder. As you move the vibe around his slit, waiting for his release you take this time to really look at him. He looks so beautiful when he’s about cum. You don’t see it much because by the time he’s about to cum, you’ve already had 4 orgasms and physically don’t have the energy to open your eyes. But he’s gorgeous. A thin layer of sweat coats his toned body, shining on his pecs and his bulging biceps as he grips the chains for dear life. His chocolate brown curls are still slightly intact but getting messier the more he rolls around the pillow. His chest is littered with marks. Angry red scratches made by you as your orgasm overtakes you, your bouncing slowing from a hard, fast pace slam to a dull, barely there jump which is usually when Harry takes over. Wrapping you in his arms and thrusting up into you as he chases his release. His abdomen clenches, a clear sign that his release is only seconds away and you find yourself almost drooling at his lean, but muscular body as it lay sprawled out and tied up for you.

Your daydream is interrupted by a soft whine of “fuck” that gradually increases in volume until you see his back arch off the bed, his jeweled hands tugging the cuffs downwards and thick, white ribbons of his release coating the vibe and your hand. You watch his body as his abdomen clenches and unclenches as the waves of his orgasm slowly start to subside. A pant falls from his lips as he leans his head back on the pillow, catching his breath. His chest heaves, making his pecs look even bigger and you have to stop a quiet whimper from escaping you. Once he whines and wiggles his legs as best he can with you straddling them, you turn the vibe off and set it on the side table, leaning down to swipe your tongue across his tip, collecting his cum on your tongue and basking in the way his legs jerk and a whimper falls from his lips. You smile and pull back, running your nails lightly up his torso as his high slowly fades.

“ Christ, angel.” He breathes and you smile.

“ Was it good?” You ask and he scoffs, opening his eyes.

“ Bloody amazing.” He smiles. “ Gotta be honest though, dove. Not much of a punishment.” You smile and run your hand up his lean torso.

“ Sweet boy, you didn’t think that was it did you?” You ask and his eyes widen slightly.

“What do you mean?” He asks and you can tell he’s becoming increasingly nervous because he shifts awkwardly.

“I mean,” you say, reaching over him to grab the cock ring. “this night is far from over.” He follows your hand as it brings the ring in front of both of your faces.

“ Been such a fucking attention whore the whole day. Sending me videos, pictures, knowing i’m at work. That’s not a very good boy, h.” You smirk and you hear him suck in a breath.

“ B-but you already let me cum.” He whispers and you nod, a knowing smile plastered on your face.

“I know.” You say plainly and his next sentence is shaky.

“ So, what are you gonna-?” He starts and you look up at him, cocking an eyebrow. His eyes widen knowingly.

“ No. No, no y/n I can’t. You know I can’t. How many?” He asks and you just shrug.

“ However many I want.” You say, looking up at him then down at his cock. His eyes follow yours and he groans.

“M’still hard.” He whispers, eyes bright with both excitement and nervousness.

“ I see that.” You answer, toying with the ring. “What do you suggest we do?”

“ Make me cum again.” He breathes, bucking his hips towards you. You smile and run your hand up his thigh, gripping his sensitive cock in your hand, making him whimper in pleasure. You stroke his length gently, reveling in the way his hips jerk in sensitivity when you run your thumb over his slit.

“ Please.” He groans, tilting his head back. You land a harsh slap on his thigh and he whimpers.

“ Be patient.” You demand and he nods, a breathless “m’sorry” coming from his lips. You smile and lick your lips, staring almost hungrily at his cock. You take his length in your hand, setting the ring down on the bed before wrapping your lips around his tip. A broken moan falls from his lips at the unexpected warmth and his back arches.

“ Fucking christ.” He breathes, a long, drawn out moan attached to it as you give small, kitten licks to his slit. After a few moments, you pull off and he whines, kicking his feet. You look up at him and land a soft but firm slap to his cheek and he moans but stops his whining. You pick the ring up from the bed and turn it on and he sucks in a breath.

“ Ready?” You ask and he nods furiously.

“ Yes.” He groans and slip the ring onto his cock. His back arches and he tugs roughly on the cuffs. “ Jesus fucking-.” He gasps, back hitting the bed dramatically as the pleasure courses through him. You move up his body, kissing his stomach lightly and enjoying the way his abdomen clenches at the gentle touch. You trail sloppy, wet kisses over the laurels decorating his lower stomach, nosing slightly at his happy trail. The kisses make their way up his body, your tongue tracing the lines of his butterfly. You watch him as he looks down at you, his mouth agape with small pants falling from them, You make your way up his body, giving each nipple a small bite and he yelps, giggling. You smile up at him and lick your way up the rest of his body. When you get to his neck, you reach up and slightly grip his jaw, tilting his head up and to the side to grant you more access. He moans softly as you begin licking and sucking on different areas of his throat, turning the tan skin red which will soon fade to the purple he loves to admire in the mirror the morning after you guys’ activities. You waste no time in crashing your lips together as you reach his face. He sighs into the kiss and immediately deepens it, slipping his tongue into your mouth and giving it long strokes. You sigh contently and cup his face with one hand, using the other hand to tug gently at his chocolate brown curls. He moans softly into the kiss and tugs at the cuffs, showing he wants to touch you. You shake your head, never breaking from the kiss and he grumbles.

“ Let me taste you.” He breathes, pulling back from the kiss. “ Can feel how wet you are from that set you’ve got on. angel. Let me make you cum.” He finishes, eyes searching yours. You bite your lip and nod, moving your body so that your center rests above his face. He looks up at you and tugs on the cuffs. “ Please.” He breathes.

“ But y’look so pretty tied up like this baby.” You counter and he pouts.

“ Just for right now, please Y/N.” He begs and you sigh, reaching up and taking the handcuffs off of his writs. You grip both his wrists before his hands have a chance to touch you.

“ They’re going right back on after I cum okay?” You tell him and he nods, looking down at the wet spot growing bigger on the lavender bottoms.

“ Yes, yes okay.” He rushes and you let go of his hands, watching the way his eyes light up as his hands drop to your hips. He dips his fingers into the waistband of your bottoms, tugging them as far down as he could. You lift your body from where it rests, just enough for him to get the underwear down your ankles. He wastes no time in running a finger over your folds when you place yourself over his face again.

“ Fuck. You’re soaked for me, baby.” He whispers, eyes focused on your dripping core. You reach down and run your fingers through his hair, gripping it softly.

“ Harry.” You whisper, hips thrusting towards him and he smiles, gripping your hips. He pulls you so that your center rests right above his mouth, his eyes free to look up at you as he devours you like his last meal. The first swipe of his tongue against your folds has your eyes rolling back and your hips jerking.

“ Fuck.” You breathe, looking down at him.

“ Good?” He asks and you nod furiously.

“ Yes, God more. More Harry.” You beg and he nods, gripping your hips even tighter and licking over your folds once again, this time sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. Your back arches above him and he moans as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. Small pants fall from your lips as you look down and begin to grind over his face. He assists you, using both hands to help you ride his face and you bite your lip, reaching down and tugging at his curls.

“ Taste so good, sweetheart.” He moans, looking up at you with dilated pupils, confirming his hunger for you as if it wasn’t apparent in his every move. His praise sends a wave of pleasure up your spine causing a pitiful whine to fall from your lips. He soaks up your noises greedily, hand moving from your hip down to his hardened cock. He looks up at you and in your haze of pleasure you nod. He gives one tug to his shaft and his eyes roll back into his head, a long whine falling from his lips. He begins to nibble slightly on your clit and you yelp, looking down at him and smiling softly as you see the dorkiest look in his eyes.

“ Shit!” you giggle and you can see a smile spread across his face as he mouths away at your center. He continues tugging at his cock and the needy whimpers he emits travel straight to your dripping core. “Feel good baby?” you tease and he nods, pulling away from your core just enough to pant a few words.

“Feels so good.” He breathes, “Fucking throbbing.” He groans.

“After I cum, gonna make you cum okay?” You ask and he nods, going back to mouthing over your folds. He pulls away only enough to slip his middle finger into his mouth, coating it in his spit before teasing your hole with it.

“Harry.” You breathe and he wastes no time in slowly pushing his finger into you, you gasp as your back arches and your hands tug even harder at his mess of curls. “Shit.” You pant, looking down at him, his smug face sending waves of pleasure down you spine as he starts siding his finger in and out of you.You reach down to grip his hair and he moans softly. He pushes his long, slender finger into you again, nudging your g-spot slightly and you whimper softly. He makes a come hither motion and it causes a wave of pleasure to ripple throughout your entire body and he revels in it. Basking in the broken moan that falls from your lips as he adds in a second finger. He tugs harder on his cock, your desperation for him only fueling his need. His eyes roll back in his head and his pink lips part as he runs a thumb over his slit, his cold ring sending a chilling wave of pleasure through his body. He kisses the part of your stomach he can reach, licking the area before softly biting it, causing you to jerk away from him and giggle. He smiles up at you and moves his mouth back to your core, lapping away at the wetness that’s pooled there since his fingers were added into the mix. He closes his eyes as he begins to devour you again, the loud moan you emit causing him to give his shaft a harsh tug. Shaky hands reach up to grip the headboard as you start to grind over his face, not even caring how desperate you sound because you just need him to get you there.

Your release had been put off long enough, from him edging you three times this morning, to you getting interrupted right as you were about to topple over the edge in the break room and to you having to deny yourself of any relief on the fifteen minute drive to the apartment. You feel yourself clench around his fingers as you recount all those events and the whine that falls from his mouth sends vibrations up your spine, a small shiver coursing through you.

“ Need to cum.” He whispers and you look down at him. His chest is heaving heavily and his mouth is open, head thrown back against the headboard as he strokes himself quickly.

“ What did I tell you?” You ask him and he whines, hips bucking.

“ You- you cum first, then me.” He pants and you smile.

“ Good, h. That’s a good boy.” You praise and he smiles, beginning to mouth away at you again, faster this time. You groan and throw your head back, your nails digging into the wood of the headboard as you feel your orgasm approaching.

“ Faster.” You moan and he immediately obliges, plunging his fingers in and out of you fast and hard.

“ Fuck!” You cry out and he moans into your center. You feel his arm next you move faster and you know that he’s speeding up the tugs on his cock, chasing his release just as desperately as he’s chasing yours. He pulls back when you start riding his face desperately and lands a harsh slap to your center that has you crying out.

“ Shit!” You squeak, looking down at him and biting your lip as his eyes roll back from the pent up pleasure. “ Again.” You moan and he wastes no time in landing another harsh slap to your clit, licking over it immediately after. He repeats that four more times before hearing your sharp cry of, “ I’m coming!” and he slips his fingers back into you, plunging them in and out at an almost inhuman speed that has you screaming his name.

His name along with a string of curse words fall from your lips like a song as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, causing your body to fall forward and go limp against the headboard, body shaking uncontrollably above your whining boyfriend. He fucks you through it, pushing his fingers in and out softly, marveling at the way your body spasms when the pad of his finger just barely grazes that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath, panting heavily as you come down from your high. You barely get any time to rest before his hips are bucking and he’s whining out.

“ Me now. Please. M’so hard.” He begs and you sigh, jelly legs crawling down his body because you have nowhere near the amount of energy it would take to lift yourself up and off of him. Your reach down and move his hand off of his shaft replacing it with your own and he moans, gripping the sheets beside him.

“ Off. I need it off y/n, please.” He whispers and you nod, slipping the ring off of his cock with some difficulty given how hard he was. You immediately wrap your lips around his shaft, wanting him to reach his release so he could finally be inside you and he gasps, head coming up to look at you only to drop back down to the pillow as he thrusts into your mouth. “ Fuck.” He moans, a shaky hand coming up to rest on the back of your head, gripping your hair slightly. You reach down and fondle his balls lightly and he nearly screams as he feels his orgasm hurtling towards him. You push him all the way down your throat and that sends him over the edge.

“ Shit, shit, shit.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth, making you gag around his cock. “M’coming. M’coming!” He shouts and there’s barely five seconds in between his announcement and the first spurt of his release into your mouth. Desperate moans, whines and whimpers fall from his lips without any break as his second orgasm of the night consumes him. You pull back from his cock and swallow, wiping the remnants of his release from your chin and pressing the pad of your thumb to his tongue, watching him wrap his pink lips around your thumb, a tired look overtaking his green eyes. He pulls off your thumb with a pop and his head falls dramatically onto the pillow behind him.

“ Fuck.” He whispers and you smile, kissing all over his face.

“ How do you feel, my love?” You coo, brushing some of his sweaty curls back from his forehead.

“ Sleepy.” He replies, pulling you up to him and nosing at your neck. You hum and kiss his temple.

“ You think you can give me one more?” You ask and his eyes widen.

“ M’tired.” He whines and you giggle.

“ Know you are, sweet boy. But don’t you wanna be inside me?” You ask, your fingers raking through his curls as he closes his eyes. “ S’up to you, babyboy.” You remind him and he nods.

“ Wanna be inside you.” He decides and you smile. “ But y’have to fuck me. Too tired.” He says and laugh softly before nodding.

“ You weren’t gonna be on top any way silly.” You tell him and he pouts. You lean forward and kiss the pout off of his full lips and he moans softly when you bite his bottom lip gently. The next few minutes are spent like that, soft but passionate kisses, teasing and biting until you feel him start to stir slightly underneath you.

You look down to where his shaft rests on his stomach, kissing his pec lightly before making your way back down his body. He opens his eyes just slightly and gasps when your hand wraps around his cock.

“ Sensitive.” He breathes and you nod.

“ I know, one more and then we’ll cuddle.” You say and he nods, dropping his head to the pillow. You lick over his slit once and he lets out a pained groan, gripping the headboard above him. You watch his hand move and realize that he’s still uncuffed. You crawl back up his body, straddling him and reaching for the cuffs.

“ Hands up for me, bubba.” You tell him and he raises his hands limply above your head. You slip the cuffs on and secure them around his wrist before crawling back down his body and stroking at his cock again. He moans loudly and his face twists in pleasure, you can feel him beginning to harden again so you wrap your lips around his head and suckle lightly. He lets out a broken whine as sensitivity shoots through every nerve in his body, setting them all on fire. He tugs at the cuffs and opens his eyes to look down at you, moaning as your eyes meet his while you take more of him. His hips jerk when you reach down to fondle his balls, the tip of his cock meeting the back of your throat. He whimpers loudly as you gag around him, still lightly touching his balls and his long fingers wrap around the chain of the cuffs. You pull off his cock with the most sinful pop and waste no time in sucking one of his balls into your mouth, furiously stroking at his cock as you do so and his hips buck wildly into your hands.

“ Fucking hell.” He groans, throwing his head back against the headboard. “ Full.” He gasps. “ W-wanna be full.” You pull off of him and smile.

“ Yeah? Feeling empty bub?” You ask and he nods feverishly, looking down at you.

“ Please.” He whispers, bucking his hips and you smile, planting a pert kiss to his slit and marveling at the way his eyes roll back before you walk to the closet. You pull out the drawer of toys you and him keep for when either of you are feeling for some fun, which is quite often. You sift through the plugs. vividly remembering the times they’d been used on either you or Harry. After searching through the drawer, you peek your head out of the closet and smile at him.

“Which color, bubbie?” You ask and he bites his lip in thought.

“ Want purple.” He smiles and you nod.

“ The glittery one?”

“Mhm.” He nods, shifting again as you pick up the plug and walk back to him. You kneel down beside him to grab the lube from his bedside drawer.

“ Which one angel?” You ask and he looks between the two flavors of lube.

“ Strawberry.” He decides and you laugh softly.

“ How did I know?” You ask rhetorically. He loved the strawberry flavor, so much so that every time he saw it at the store, he picked one or two up. You two had hardly even touched the other bottle, it was the one you carried with you in your purse if you two were going out and you felt like teasing him even though that hardly ever happened, considering the fact that he was the one calling the shots most of the time. You slip the other lube back into the drawer and position yourself in front of his legs.

“ Know what to do baby, c’mon.” You smile and he spreads his legs, bending them at the knees.

“ There’s a good boy.” You coo and he blushes. You lean forward and brush your lips against his inner thigh and he shudders. “Gonna stretch you out first okay?” You tell him and he nods. You flip open the cap on the bottle, squirting a fair amount onto your finger considering it had been a while since Harry had been the one in this position. You rub the lube over him and he gasps, you look up at him and he giggles.

“Cold.” He grins and you laugh softly, rolling your eyes. Once you deem him properly lubed, you squirt some more onto your finger, attempting to warm it as much as you can by rolling it in between your two fingers. You press the pad of your finger against his hole and he whines.

“Inside.” He breathes and you push your finger in slowly, causing him to tug harshly on the cuffs and his back to arch off the bed. “Shit.” He groans and you bite your lip as you watch your finger move slowly in and out of him.

“God H, fucking tight.” You whisper lowly and he whimpers, biting his lip. He lets out a low groan as your finger nudges his prostate and you watch the way his abdomen clenches.

“ More. I can take it.” He breathes.

“You sure?”

“Mhm. Promise.” He nods and you oblige, slowly sliding another finger inside him. You bite your lip and watch in awe as his hole stretches deliciously, his lewd moans an added bonus.

“Touch me. Please touch me.” He groans, bucking his hips slightly and you waste no time in wrapping your hand around his cock and pumping. His head falls back against the pillow and a pained groan falls from his lips as two of his most sensitive areas are worked by your hands. You stroke his cock, running your thumb over his sensitive slit at the same time your fingers brush against his prostate and his back arches almost completely off the bed, a strangled moan falling from his pink lips.

You continue stretching him out until he whines.

“Want the plug. M’good, I promise.” He tells you and you nod since you’d been stretching him out for at least 15 minutes at this point. You reach for the plug and without missing a beat, pull your fingers from his just as you press the tip of the plug to his puckered hole and push. He groans as the cold tip pushes into him, his abdomen clenching as the plug fills him. You go slower than normal seeing as this was the first time he’s been full in weeks but he protests.

“Faster.” He whines, pushing forward to try and take more of the plug and you slap his thigh, making him whimper.

“ Don’t wanna hurt you, H. Patience please.” And he whines again but you ignore him and continue to ease the plug in. He moans lewdly when it’s fully in and you marvel at how pretty the flower at the bottom of the plug looks sticking out of him. You look up and see him biting his lip, his chest sweaty and heaving and biceps bulging from the grip he has on the cuffs. You had stopped stroking his cock while you pushed the plug into him and you feel it now, hardened again in your grip. You give him a few more strokes before rising from your position and sitting in between his bent knees.

“Want me to fuck you?” You whisper and his response is immediate. A furious nod of his head and whispered, “yes please”. All of the other times you two were in this position, you’d made him beg for you. Beg to the point of tears filling his eyes and his breath coming out in short, frantic puffs. But now, you didn’t make him wait. You were far too ready to have him fill you up so you stroked him a few more times before lining him up with your center and sinking down on him.

Both reactions are immediate. His is a gasp followed by a moan as his head lifts and drops back onto the pillow and yours is a loud whimper with your head thrown back as you bottom out. You let out a soft gasp as Harry’s hips buck up into you, his cock hitting the spot he knew like the back of his hand.

“ Have to move angel, please.” He groans and you obey, lifting up once and the dropping back down, creating a rhythm that has you both whining.

“ Fucking hell. So fucking tight.” He moans, eyes rolling back as he feels your walls clench around him. You moan as the words flow from his mouth your pace quickening.

“ Shit.” You moan, throwing your head back. “Fucking huge baby.” You whine, your hands going to rest behind you as you leave the front of your body on full display for his hungry eyes. He moans at the praise and tries his best to thrust up into you, assuming he’s doing something right by the way your stomach clenches and the gasp that erupts from your throat. He does it again and you moan, leaning forward and putting your hands above his head to steady yourself. You press your forehead to his and he smiles, laughing breathlessly as you bounce even harder. He reaches up and presses his lips to yours and you kiss him back immediately, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip and moaning when he opens his mouth. The kiss is heated but slow and precise, his tongue stroking yours in slow, deliberate movements that have you moaning into his mouth so he can swallow them. You pull back after a little bit, your hands now moving to rest on his chest, digging in slightly to his pecs and watching him hiss. You quicken your pace, the sound of your skin slapping against his as you bounce resounding across the room and his noises are short, lewd moans as his orgasm approaches. You were glad that you had edged him twice and then made him cum twice because you knew that his next orgasm would be fast and considering how desperate you were, yours would be too.

“ Feel so good, dove.” He groans. “So fucking warm and tight, Fucking christ.” He finishes with a whimper and you moan softly. Your bounces are desperate and sloppy now, you can feel the fire inside your belly growing every time his cock hits the spot only he can. He feels you squeeze around him as he hits that spot again and he whimpers. “M’gonna cum, fuck gonna cum.” And you waste no time in bouncing as hard and as fast as you can because you could feel your own orgasm fast approaching.

“Cum for me, H. Wanna feel it.” You beg and he moans again as your core squeezes him, A pained whimper is the next thing you hear as his orgasm rips through him, his back arching ridiculously off the bed and the cuffs almost detaching from their place on the headboard. His faces pinches in pleasure and his teeth are on full display as loud whimpers of “ah” erupt one after the other from his mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you watch his face and his strained plea of “please god please” is what sends you over the edge. Your body shakes and your mouth falls open, a silent scream falling from between your parted lips. He groans both in pleasure and sensitivity as your walls clench again, milking every last drop from him.

You collapse onto his chest, panting and he smiles breathlessly.

“Holy shit.” He giggles and you roll your eyes playfully. You stay like that for a few more minutes before remembering the most important part of scenes. Aftercare.

“Let’s get you cleaned up hm?” You tell him and he nods weakly. You lift off of him, wincing slightly as the empty feeling overtakes you and walk on wobbly legs to the bathroom. Wetting a towel with warm water, wiping yourself off first, dampening it again and then bringing it out to him. You clean his stomach and thighs from the first two orgasms and then lightly clean his cock, cooing to him when he hisses in sensitivity. Once he’s all cleaned up you toss the rag into a pile with your other clothes and reach up, undoing his cuffs. His hands fall limply to his sides and he takes a deep breath, exhaling dramatically. You giggle and walk over to your drawers, you pull out two shirts, one for him and one for you. You toss a shirt and a clean pair of boxers on the bed for him and strip of your own attire before slipping on the your shirt and a fresh pair of underwear. You walk over to him and comb your fingers through his hair.

“ Can you sit up for me bubba?” You ask softly and he nods, slowly sitting and then leaning his head against your tummy. You giggle and kiss the top of his head. “Gonna get your dressed and then we’ll go to sleep okay?” You ask and he nods, pulling back from your stomach. You thank him and pick up the shirt, slipping it over his head before gently pushing him down so you call pull the boxers up his legs. Before doing that, you gently remove the plug resulting in a whine and your explanation of why it’s not good to leave it in. He huffs and then finally agrees, letting you slide the boxers up his legs and lifting his hips so you can get it under his backside. You stand up from where you knelt in front of him and climb into bed, he moves over and buries his head in your neck, sighing happily.

“Thank you for tonight.” He whispers and you smile.

“Wasn’t too much was it?” You ask, concern lacing your voice and he shakes his head furiously.

“Nuh uh. Was perfect, I promise.” He smiles and you kiss him gently on the nose.

“Sleep now, sweet baby. You’re safe.” You tell him and he nods, drifting off with a mumbled “I love you”.

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Job Benefits. (Part 4)

❝...𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑶𝑵, 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻 𝑰𝑻 𝑶𝑼𝑻.❞

CONSPIRING. - Chapter Four

you can find part three here :

part three : routines

pairing : ceo! gojo x female reader warnings : cursing, no proof reading, no editing wordcount : 2494 a/n : this is so bad, i... i am so sorry. in my defense i haven’t written in a while, but i hope u guys still like this regardless </3

Almost immediately after stepping foot into the room, you’re greeted with a minimalist, yet clean looking interior. Large window panes with Tokyo’s beautiful sunlight filtering into the already lively room. There’s a few co-workers you can see sitting by the vending machines on plush arm-rest chairs, the cushions colored a beautiful tan alongside oak wood arm rests and chair legs. Others are on their phone, texting and furiously tapping and a feeling of anxiety immediately eats you up whole. You were seriously starting to regret coming down here, what was the point other then to make Gojo jealous? You could’ve very well eaten in your office- and what you were doing was childish anyways. You stood in the entrance way of the room, nervously fidgeting, eyes scanning for Keto Sugaeru amongst the faces that were starting to blend in. You can only vaguely remember how he looks like from the few visits he had made to Gojo’s office, jet black hair, usually tied in a bun, always a kind, yet careless smirk on his face. He was handsome, which would be a definitive beacon amongst the rather disgruntled looking office workers. “Hey, are you gonna move or what? Blocking the damn way.” You hear a gruff impatient voice behind you, and you twist around, stumbling with the newfound height of your high heels as you did so. A man’s eyes bored into your own, glaring at you with a mix of hatred and annoyance. You gulp, finding yourself unable to respond, instead averting your gaze to the floor meekly. “You gonna talk? We don’t have all day, sheesh, they’re hiring anyone into the workforce nowadays huh-” “I’m sorry- I uh, I’m r-really new here so...” modestly giving the man a kind smile, but he seemed to have no patience for you. As if a divine being heard his rude comment and immediately swept down with some karma, a firm, large hand is placed onto the man’s shoulder that you hadn’t seen prior. It gripped the flesh tightly, and the mysterious man glared directly down at the now squeaking rude one. “Did I hear that right?” is all he says, a few co-workers are twisting their heads towards the altercation, now you’re sweating bullets. You grip onto your lunch so tightly you’re afraid it might burst, and those incredibly long fingers of his are inching towards the stout man’s collar. Eventually, the perplexing man smiles kindly, retracting his hands to his sides, now lifeless and slack. “Please, Nishima, refrain from picking on people. We don’t tolerate this in the office, and don’t be dumb enough to do it in front of someone who has direct connections to the Gojo family. Run along now, I’ll leave you off at a warning. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.” The man grumbled a few times, kicking at the floor before heading out, you turn your head to thank the man, looking at him with an admirable gaze, but you realize something- He has the jet black long hair you were searching for before any of this happened, it’s tied up in a bun, and it looked ridiculously smooth and soft. Something you’d pay to drag your hands through and play with. He has that carefree grin displayed on his handsome features, shamelessly showing off his good looks. Tall, and he definitely had a familiar voice that took you a while to put a finger on it. This had to be him. “You frozen girlie? I haven’t seen you around in the lunch room- here go sit there, that seat’s super comfy.” he gestures to one chair, and you snap out of your trance, nodding in response, yet still unable to fully register what just happened to you. “Sugaeru?” you blurt out, your eyes wide while stumbling like a just born fawn towards the spotless table. How good was your luck today? He came to you. “Suguru.” he corrects, looking back at you, a teasing curve to his lips. “Holy, you completely butchered my name, I think I know you from somewhere-” for a second, he looks like he’s seriously thinking before he beams. “You’re Gojo’s secretary, Y/N, aren’t you? What brings you down here? Gojo told me that you’re usually reserved in your own little world and you do everything in your office.” You stammer, still unable to believe your luck, but your shoulders are relaxing and the tension has completely evaporated into thin air. “Uh, yeah I’m Satoru’s secretary. I- Um, I wanted to... Get some water?” that was a horrible lie, even for you. “Rookie mistake.” Suguru pulls out the aforementioned chair for you before walking to the other side of the table to place his lunch on the tabletop carefully. “Water here is super overpriced. You should bring some from your own house if that’s the case! Colleague to colleague, just don’t tell anyone I said that, or else I’ll get in trouble.” winking at you, he twists the lid to his container presumably holding his food, instantaneously a cloud of steam emerges and a delicious scent wafts through the room. After a moment of silence between the two of you as you both opened your lunches, you clear your throat, meaning to make conversation. “Thank you for saving me back there.” sheepishly, you smile at him. “It’s really appreciated, I just couldn’t believe how rude a person could be, especially since u-uh... You know, he could’ve, like, just walked around me?” stuttering, you grab your utensils in an effort to look relaxed and comfortable, even though you had no idea how to speak to him. “Atta girl, no problem.” he responds warmly. You feel safe in his shadow. “Hey, if your Gojo’s friend, you’re my friend. Don’t worry about it. I heard you’re new to the office.” he pauses, looking around the now bustling room before covering the sides of his mouth and whispering towards you. “Secretary position was open for a while because no sane person in Tokyo wants to be Gojo’s secretary.” sitting back down while snickering, he takes a bite out of his lunch. Giggling, you finally ease up. As opposed to Gojo, Suguru’s more sincere and straight to the point. He’s funny in his own way without being obnoxious. You scoff. “Yeah, I can see how anyone could go insane from working with the guy. It was the only good secretary position open, though...” you muse aloud. Suguru crosses his arm over his chest, your eyes carefully surveying his attractive figure as he does so, a thoughtful smile on his face. “Well, imagine being friends with him for more than 15 years. I’m sure I’ve gotten a few screws loose.” he says suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows. You cover your mouth, trying not to laugh- but it just spills out of your lips, and you forget that you just met the guy, that’s just how friendly he was. “Don’t say that!” “What? It’s true!” You didn’t quite know it just that, but a seed was planted that day- you and Geto’s relationship, and it would only blossom from there. ‧₊˚✩彡. Gojo’s paranoid. It seems like there’s a secret that he’s not in on, he realizes that Geto’s visits to his office are growing more and more frequent, yet he spends less time at his office, rather, spends all of his time at yours. Feeling left out was never a positive emotion. In response, Gojo would increase his visiting between the two of you, “accidentally” walking in on the both of you casually chatting, but it’s like he’s a ghost in the room. He’d get a few lukewarm stares and a few polite greetings, but that was that. He’s not sure if it’s jealousy, or what. He knows he should be supportive of his best friend potentially getting a girlfriend, and he tries to be- but something about Geto and you together really pissed him off, he just doesn’t know why. Maybe it’s the way the pairing between you two seemed so natural, it would be almost sure that a relationship would occur soon that angered him. Having dating co-workers was almost never a good thing. Deep down he knows that’s not it. As the weeks past by, the visiting grew almost unbearable, hearing your laughter- your giggles- from jokes that weren’t from him was infuriating. Listening to the repetitive clicking of your heels down the stairs into the break room was driving him insane, and eventually he can’t even open an email or do anything involved with work. You and Geto were constantly on his mind, and he’s morbidly curious as to when the friendship occurred- or if it was possibly more than that. His first attempt at getting to the bottom of things was bringing it up between the two of them, him and Geto, just as casual chit-chat, but it didn’t go exactly as planned. Geto would have a sympathetic, almost mocking grin on his lips, but those eyes of his were telling enough. It was a whole other book of lust and need, for you. Brushing the topic off with a wave of dismissal, he’d chuckle and put a mask of friendliness on, but Gojo’s known Geto enough to see where this was going. He couldn’t have this, everything was brought to him on a silver platter, so it was only natural for him to feel like he needs you, even if he didn’t. Perhaps you were another trophy to his endless collection to him, he just didn’t know. He’d never felt so strongly of a woman, much less his secretary, something was brewing inside of him. One thing he doesn’t understand is why Geto. He’s flawless in appearance, restless, impossibly good at sex, why weren’t you stroking his ego? Whatever, this was another topic of conversation, what he needed to do now was win you back. He calculated in his office the average time in which Geto would visit, music drowning out the muffled talking, and finally he’s ready and absolutely certain that this would be a good time to chat you up. Having everything planned out, an aura of confidence radiated from him. “Y/N!” you hear a chirp from the door, lifting your head up in excitement, you realize it’s not your beloved Suguru, rather, it’s Gojo. Gluing your eyes back on your computer screen, not even bothering to peel them away, you clear your throat in acknowledgement. “Sir?” A smug grin flickers across his face for just a second before he pulls out one of the chairs across from your desk, scooching it a bit further away for some extra leg room before promptly sitting down. “Knew you’d remember to call me sir, I knew I hired well when you stepped into the interview room, so sharp.” You don’t detect a shred of sarcasm in his compliment, and finally you turn your gaze upon his face. This was certainly out of the ordinary for you, as he hadn’t visited as often with Geto in the picture now. Gojo’s not wearing the iconic black shades that concealed his cerulean eyes, now, they’re out for you- his private audience. His eyes are brimming with energy and mischief, almost like a child’s. They’re transfixing, like diamonds handpicked and placed into his eyes. You’re overwhelmed from your work once again- a direct consequence of Gojo neglecting his own, yet something about this greeting reminded you of one of the first few times he had visited you, when he stole your carrot pen. Thus, causing you to direct your undivided attention towards him, he seemed promising, after all, what was the worst that could happen? “That’s besides the point, Mr. Satoru. Is there any reason why you came here? I’m actually finishing up a report right now and the deadline is in two days.” taking your coffee mug up from it’s usual spot on the tabletop, you sigh in relief as the warm liquid goes down your throat and set it back down, anticipating his answer. In usual fashion, Gojo chuckles good-heartedly. “It’s your fourth month anniversary you’ve been working here, or third, or second, fuck like I remember. This is a cause for celebration and you’re worrying about finishing up a report?” “You’d know better then to come to me with an offer of slacking off if you knew my fourth month anniversary of working here was coming up.” you respond coolly. His eyes slightly widen, before he lets out a dry chuckle. “Ah, I missed my sassy secretary, say, why don’t we celebrate? We can go out for a staff dinner in celebration. I’ll pay, no need to worry. It’ll be confidential information between the two of us.” tugging at his collar, he quirks an eyebrow, you’re visibly thinking. “Does this imply you want this dinner to only be between the two of us? Why’s that?” you pry, a tinge of hesitance in your pitch. Ah, shit. This was going off the tracks. Gojo taking a hand to his chest defensively, he loudly announced, “It’s important to build a positive connection between the two of us! We’ll be working together for years to come, of course. So skeptical of you, why do you look so down?” the retort was cheeky, and good at that, as it left you speechless. “I’m not sad, or anything-” you pause, your mind had gone blank. “I- Um... I-” attempting to return to your work instead, you give him a dirty look, but he stares back with such intensity you don’t know how to feel. “I’m doing work, don’t screw up my train of thought, please?” “You definitely weren’t saying that when I offered to take you out to eat, come on, spit it out.” he tsks. Utterly defeated, you sigh. “I wanted to invite someone.” you spit out, obviously embarrassed. Gojo pretends to act shocked, before excitedly inquiring, “And who might that be?” “G-Geto.” there was no point in lying now. He oohs, looking down at your shaking hands and back up at your face. “Ooooh, Y/N has a crush on my best bud? Who woulda thought!?” Your cheeks going warm, you shake your head furiously. “No I don’t! I- Mr. S- Sir! This is so unprofessional of you!” stuttering, you drop your head on the desk, arms pillowing the sides of your head and groaning. “How cute. Anyways, you accept that dinner date?” You lift your head back up, sniffling. “It’s not a date!” Giving you a shit-eating grin again, his eyes twinkle. “Oh, but it is.” “I- Aghhhhh!” putting your head back down on the desk, this time without your arms, you don’t know how to respond, so instead you make a mockery of yourself. Laughing, Gojo decides not to tease and you and instead says, “Meet me in Shibuya district, there’s a super nice restaurant, I’ll drive to your house, no need to worry about transportation. 9 PM, see you there!” his voice grew more distant down the hallway, you can still hear the clicking of his shoes and his deep humming. So you had a date tonight, Now how would that go?

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self-ships-ahoy · 4 years

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My Heart in Your Hands

Saturday (Feb 13th) Heart / Soul / Confession

Summary: During the events of Mann vs. Machine, Technician faces her greatest fear for the good of her friends - and the love of her life.

Warnings: General depictions of surgery (nothing too graphic, but there is a lot of talk about Tech’s heart in the second half)

Word Count: 1,307

A/N: Ok...I am very very nervous about posting this fic. I had to scramble to find a good reason for Tech to have this surgery done (i.e. if lives were on the line), and I’m just always nervous when presenting my writings with Medic. I have seen quite a few people be critical about his depictions, if he’s ‘in character’ enough, and I was afraid of being met with that kind of criticism. But writing is supposed to be for fun, and IF I’m a little ooc with him, so what? I put a whole lot into this fic, and you’re going to really see the extent of their feelings, so I’m proud of it. (Also, about the end, I am totally one to use wordplay even if I’m just coming out of anesthesia, so yeah Tech is like that too.)

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For as long as she could remember, Technician's greatest fear and weakness had been anything related to medical procedures. From the smell of a sterilized office to the mere sight of a needle, it all made her anxious at best and panic-stricken at worst. Everyone at the RED base knew this, since they heard how she ‘freaked out’ during her initial physical examination. Fortunately, although her phobias still remain, her reactions have started to become less severe over time, thanks in big part to her relationship with Medic. Forming a friendship, and later a romantic affair, with him helped her tolerance to her fear triggers greatly. Her desire to see him had her visiting the medbay often, where she soon became accustomed to many sights and smells of the lab. The doctor remained supportive of Technician working to overcome her fears, and he took an active role in the process. Still, Katie had a long way to go, and he knew that. He knew, by now, what kind of answer he would get to a proposed surgery, even though he only offered what was for her benefit. "It's very sweet that you care that much, but it's just not worth it to me." So, he would sigh in defeat and drop the subject, loving her too much to breach the boundaries she set.

This pattern continued until 1971. Mann Co. was under siege by Grey Mann, effectively taking control from Saxton Hale with an army of robots. Both Red and Blu teams were hired to take back the company, so far with little avail. It all seemed pointless to Technician, at first, if not fortunate; this could be her ticket out of here, if she could convince Grey to fire her. Then the game changed. In an effort to drive the mercs away for good, Grey's forces managed to sabotage and shut down respawn - for good. Now, they could actually die. After so many years of being alone, Katie couldn't bear the thought of losing her friends. With Medic's new reviving invention still a work in progress, that thought could become a reality. She would do anything to keep them safe, even just to increase that chance by a fraction of a percentage. This was what she came to talk to Medic about, one quiet afternoon at the base.

The two of them sat on the couch in his office. The programmer remained silent, a hesitant and apprehensive frown on her face. She had yet to reveal why she called Medic here, and the longer she waited, the more concerned he became. However, his patience was finite, and spending the whole day on this conversation could be time otherwise spent working on his invention. "Darling," he addressed her gently, but with seriousness, "Vhatever is troubling you, don't be afraid to tell me about it; I cannot help you if you don't tell me...nor do I have time to vait much longer."

Technician's chest tightened, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. She couldn't wait forever. Sighing nervously, she began, "...I need you to...do something for me."

"Anything," he answered without question.

Another short pause. "I'm scared. I really think we could die out there..." She held his hand for support. "I can't lose you, Ludwig. You're the most important person in my life...and you're all my friends... You're the closest thing I have to family. So, I want to do whatever I can to help protect you."

"...Vhat are you saying?"

"...I want you to put Über in me."

Medic couldn't believe what he heard. Technician seemed to have a knack for surprising him, but, understandably, this was a big deal. Thus far, she had refused every surgery offer presented to her, and now she comes to him and requests one? The man was no reader of emotions, but judging from the tension on her face, and how she squeezed his hand, it didn't seem like she was completely positive of the decision. Excited as he felt, he had to make sure they were on the same page, or he could lose her trust in him forever. "You are...absolutely sure of zhis?"

Technician went quiet again before answering. "I don't know. But...I want to be. I don't want to be afraid of this, especially if it could help you stay alive. With how often I've fallen onto front lines, it could even protect me, too. But..."

"If it's pain you're concerned about, I promise zhe pain medications I use, in addition to zhe medigun, vill decrease anything you feel down to manageable levels." He couldn't help but try to convince her to go through with it. Despite her indecision, he agreed with her points that supported the procedure; this could protect her and her friends, should she fall into danger. "You won't even need stitches," he added with a small smile.

He was getting excited, she could hear it in his voice. Technician expected as much, but she had to finish. "It's not just about the pain. I just...I don't like operations, I never did. You know that... And...I wanted to make sure I could...trust you with it. And I do, now. It's just...hard."

Medic's smile grew when he heard that he finally earned Technician's trust. That alone made him feel so accomplished. "I promise you, I vill handle zhe procedure vis as much care as I handle our fledgling doves. You have my word as a doctor - license or no." He tilted his head down to further meet her gaze. "Does zhat ease any of your fear?"

"...Yeah. It does."

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On the day of the operation, Technician's friends all came to give their support. She was facing a great challenge for the good of the team, and for her own safety, a decision that they all could commend. Soldier told her she was making her country proud by pushing through the fear; Scout brought her some comic books to read for when she's in recovery; Sniper and Engineer pledged to stay by her bedside when she goes under and when she wakes up; even Spy said he would anticipate hearing her wake from a successful operation. Their faith and encouragement helped Technician move forward with this, and she kept their words and gestures in mind when nervously changing into her special hospital gown. Above all, she remembered all Medic promised to do for her, to keep her as comfortable as possible.

Placing her jewelry in a plastic bag, her thumb brushed over the heart-shaped pendant of her necklace. That was a prized possession now, a symbol of how much she was cherished. As she stared at it, her mind began retracing every instance of Ludwig prioritizing her happiness. This...this was a man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. And why: because she knew she could entrust him with her very life, even on the operating table. She knew that if she asked him to do or not do something, he would take that request seriously. She's going to go into the operating room with full confidence that Medic will do nothing more than implant the Über device in a human heart. That was true love.

Technician made her way to the hospital bed, and squeezed Dell's hand as the I.V. went in her wrist. As she settled down from that, Medic gleefully presented his patient with precautions he doesn't usually take during surgery, such as a clean pair of gloves and keeping Archimedes at a distance, so the dove doesn't get tempted to play assistant surgeon. In the time between now and the first Über implantation, Medic had even been experimenting with his invention to make it more efficient, i.e. less likely to overload the patient's heart and what not. There was a good chance that Technician could come out of this with her original heart in tact.

At last, the time came for her to be put under anesthesia, per her request. Katie kept her eyes away from the sight, but listened to Medic's voice as she slipped into unconsciousness. "You'll be awake and feeling good as new in no time, my dear. Don't worry..." he told her calmly as he watched her drift off. Engineer and Sniper then left the room, and the procedure began.

Everything was running well. Throughout the procedure, Medic talked to his patient as if she was awake, from making light (one-sided) conversation to commenting on each step he was taking. (He said she had very healthy ribs, for instance.) At last, Technician's heart was successfully removed and resting in the doctor's delicate hold. He was being timely about each step so far, never stalling or rushing; but here was when he began to pause, staring at his love's heart while the medigun kept her on life support. The power he felt was indescribable, surmounted only by the honor of being granted the chance to literally hold Katie's very life in his hands. He, too, understood the significance of being allowed to perform this surgery on her, the amount of trust it showed she had in him. There was excitement from finally getting to operate, yes, but...it had yet to truly sink in until this moment.

As he cradled the tiny, life-giving muscle, a euphoria began to overtake him. This was more than just the thrill of practicing medicine; this was finally realizing the meaning of his beloved not only allowing, but asking without prompt, to partake in her greatest fear. The love she had for him was stronger than her fear and doubt, for she realized that he would never hurt her. And for all the love he felt for her, and how much closer he would feel to her if given the chance to do this, hearing her finally approve was his strongest wish. Ludwig was already sure he had found The One, but now - oh, now he was 100% positive and then some. His breathing cut short a couple times as his eyes began to well up. But, instead of crying, he began to laugh - slowly, quietly, then rising in strength with his elation. It was a laugh of pure joy, unlike anything else ever heard in the operating room.

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Awaking from the anesthesia was a slightly difficult task, only due to Technician's penchant for prolonging sleep. With the pain medication still in her system, she had almost forgotten for a moment that she had underwent surgery. But a growing echo of voices helped pull her out of her induced slumber.

"I think she's comin' to, doc. Hey, Tech, can ya hear us?"

"Come on, mate..."

"Vake up, meine geliebte~. Zhe surgery is all over now."

The sing-song tones of Medic's call lured her out of her sleeping state, and cerulean eyes fluttered open to the sight of the doctor's beaming smile. To her left, Engineer and Sniper sat with their own happy expressions. Technician turned her gaze back to Medic, attempting to speak through her haze. "Did...everything..."

"Everything vent perfectly, darling, visout a hitch." Medic answered her, "I hadn't completed a procedure zhat smoothly in years, heh." In truth, there had been one or two slight deviations in the plan - minor errors that he was able to work around, and certainly not worth mentioning to the tomophobic programmer. That being said, it was still one of Medic's more successful operations. "How do you feel?"

She thought for a moment, hesitant to feel her heart in case she might feel the Über implant. "Strange...Tired... Chest feels tight. Is my heart okay?"

Engineer spoke up with more words of reassurance, "Heart's a-OK, Techie. Doc said it survived the whole thing, no transplants 'r anything like that."

"It vas remarkable to witness," Medic commented with glee, "For a heart of such small size, I vas expecting more resistance to zhe device. My upgrades must have made an even greater improvement zhan anticipated!"

The corners of her lips began to curl as she heard the great news. Above all, she was worried about her heart needing to be replaced with something bizarre for the device to work. But, the doctor fulfilled his promises and kept her heart intact...as did another force unbeknownst to her. Should someone tell her of it, she would show no surprise at the fact.

Facing Medic again, Technician inched her hand closer to him, a kind look in her sleepy eyes. "I knew you could do it... I was in good hands."

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