#and it was fucking with my head so so bad. because I don’t have ‘dainty faerie like’ (heavy air quotes) facial features

[redhotarsenic]

It’s so fucked that the main source of unease I felt building up over the past several months was me feeling pressured to perform femininity to be seen as desirable to other people. It was never ever said said out loud in that space but I could FEEL it and I never knew until it was pointed out to me.

[mayasikeu]

Phone sex with jake

Just imagining that it's your ovulation week and your hormones are going crazy to the point where you can’t think about anything else other than sex

It was at the end of your ovulation week when Jake had just arrived in LA for kcon and he facetimed you as soon as he got to his hotel. To your disadvantage Jake had been too busy to meet with you all week so you saw this as your only chance. Even though the time difference was big you told him you would stay up waiting for his call. You were desperate. “Hey baby I miss you so much, I wish you could be here with me”

“Me too, it’s so boring without you here”. The whole week just consisted of you fingering yourself imagining it was Jake’s hand. But your small dainty fingers could never compare to Jake’s. He could literally make you cum multiple times with just his fingers alone.

When he would finger you it would send you into another universe, like your mind would go completely numb. He would shower you with dirty praises that would make your head spin. Jake always wore rings when he fingered you because he knew how much you loved the feeling. The cold metal from the rings on his long fingers brushed against your clit as he aggressively pumped them in and out of you. Waves of pleasure spread throughout your body to the point where you wouldn’t be able to speak properly.

After a while of you and Jake just chatting, your mind couldn’t help but notice how you could see the shape of his cock through his grey sweatpants. You felt so guilty and pervy for noticing that while you both were just having an innocent conversation over the phone but you couldn’t help it. Jake would have been considered an idiot to not have noticed the way you kept looking down at his cock. He would shift in his seat manspreading as leaned back giving you a better view of his lower body.

“You look so sexy right now, why don’t you stand up and twirl for me” You purposely wore his favourite lingerie pyjama set because you knew how much it turned him on seeing you in it. The laced shorts barely covering your ass cheeks and your nipples being clearly visible since you had no bra. “You wore that for me didn’t you?”. You nodded in response. At this point you couldn’t care less about how pathetic you seemed. “Has my baby been that needy without me?” he cooed

“Yes, I need you so bad Jake” you begged him, your eyes filled with desperation and need. Jake loved seeing you like this.

“Now be a good girl and strip for me”. You immediately obeyed him and took off your pyjamas slowly, wanting to tease him. Jake bit his lip enjoying the view of you stripping as he adjusted in his seat again due to his growing boner. “Show me that pretty pussy baby”

You positioned the camera to your lower body giving him a perfect view of that area as you slowly took off your underwear. “Fuck baby” he moaned out as he began to rub his bulge.

“Play with it for me” he demanded, which again you immediately obeyed. You slowly began rubbing yourself in the room that was filled with sounds of your wetness and quiet moans. Jake pulled his pants down to reveal his black calvin klein boxers, the ones you loved. You could see how big his cock was and when he pulled it out the tip was overflowing with precum. He slowly started fisting his cock, moaning with each pump. “Fuck, i wish it was your pussy instead of my hand” he groaned as he leaned back again trying to get more comfortable.

“I’m gonna cum Jake” you whimpered as you began rocking your hips to the sight of him fisting his cock while he told you all the dirty things he’s going to do to you when he gets home. “You can’t cum yet princess” he wanted to edge you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “You're gonna cum for me when I tell you to, understood?”

“Answer me”

“Yes” you could barely speak

“Good girl”

You and Jake were both panting as you both were getting closer and closer. “I’m gonna cum fuck” Jake said. “Cum for me now princess, you can do it” the pet name making you immediately cum without warning. Jake followed you as he came all over his hand, his strokes becoming slower.

[hanwiore]

a/n: little smut for könig! I love him uhhhh, don’t mind any typos, my pussy wrote this and she’s really tired rn okay!

“uh fuck! s-sorry!” you whine, drool slipping pass your once glossed glittery lips. a smack was swatted against your left ass cheek this time, painting an angry dark red against your brown skin. “cussin now, love? tsk.” two smacks were swatted on the back of your thighs this time.

yours thighs instantly closed, your wetness dripping down them, “g-god, m’ sorry daddy, uhn gosh, m’ so sorry.” it was a shame really, you came to königs house looking so cute, hair freshly done in a half up, half down with a bow right on top of the ponytail. white fold over leggings with a baby pink fitted jacket, you came looking comfortable and smelling so good just to get in trouble.

all because you said his enemy ‘Simon ‘ghost’ Riley ’ was an attractive male, of course it was a joke. I mean, you said it days ago! you thought it was over. but you should have known messing with a guy who have gone through things among what you can imagine would go so kindly on someone who means little harm.

“ja, you sorry baby?” he hums, face sounding tired but in truth. he’s holding back from fucking you. your face is bent over the arm rest of his big couch, booty perched up while your cherry printed panties are half way down your butt cheeks. leggings down to your ankles as your toes curled underneath your fuzzy socks. “hm? you sorry?” he grabs the hood of your jacket, grips it to pull your whole body up, “the fuck you sorry for huh? tell me.”

the same hand on your hoodie moves to the front of you to grip just an inch under your jaw, he moves you back enough to you feel his bulge against your ass. “I-i didn’t mean it papa, I s-swear.” you gargle, still shaking from the spanking you have received.

his lips moves to kiss the side of your forehead, then moves down to your neck, “yea, I know princess.” now his other hand moves and covers your pussy, you feel him moving it against your bud slowly. and you being so damn sensitive, you think you could’ve came right then and there if it wasn’t from the sudden slap he left on your cunt. “ha-haah! daddy- oh my g-gosh.” your body jerks forward and your thighs press against each other, you barely get a moment to do so before your receiving another slap, this time to your boobs that was revealed due to him tugging the zipper down.

you felt like crying, you really did. you whimpered out loud, your fingers found their way to both of his wrist—the one on your jaw and the other one on your thigh that forces it open—you squeeze them as you beg. “p-please. I-it hurts so much.” honestly, you were lucky. you may not have felt as if you were but god, it could have been worse than this. but könig just has a sweet spot for you, you haven’t ran away from him yet, you take it like the good girl you are, he hurts you and you come to him to fix it.

he loves it.

he loves you.

“it hurts princess?” he moves his arms away from you, pushing you back down so your ass is back in the air. “mines hurts too.” his jagged fingers goes and squeezes his dick through his sweats, “fuck, hurts so bad. m’ drippin’ baby.” he sees your head moving to lay flat on your cheek so you can look back at him, a pout on your cute face but he can see your eyes.

you fucking adored him.

“l-love you so much daddy, d-daddy i love y-you so much.” he smiles at that, he bends down slightly to kiss both of your perky butt cheeks, that jiggles with every quiver you’ve made. And all of a sudden you gasp as he quite literally tongue kisses your pussy. His nose so close to your puckered hole as his tongue is making out with the hole that creates the taste he’s obsessed with.

“o-oh.” it almost sound like a cry for help, you were so happy though. you felt so good. you relax against the couch, dainty fingers grabbing anywhere to calm your racing heart and shaggy breathing. “mph, h-heavens.”

his hands grips the fat of your ass to scoot you closer against him, tongue now going side by side against your clit, nose just as wet as his mouth is. then he does the most disgusting thing ever and spits right on your pussy just to slurp it back up and spit on your puckered hole. his thumb is already in there before you think, “oh! f-fuck, shit-,” you know you aren’t allowed to say such words but you just can’t help it.

and he knows, daddy always knows.

he leans back up and pulls down his sweatpants half way down his thick tensing thighs.

you feel it on the wet hole he just spit on. and you’ve seen it a thousand times but you loved to see it all over again.

it was uncut, pink with veins peaking out here and there, but it was so fucking thick. and when ever he was hard enough the extra skin will peel slowly down to show his angry red—wet— tip. You loved it.

that fascination was short lived once you were flipped over and your knees were damn near touching your shoulders, “put it in for me.” his breath was almost as ragged as yours was.

your long acrylic nails, painted pink and white with 3D flowers on it every where clinked against eachother as you stroked his dick once, twice until you slapped it on your chubby lips. making a slimy sound, almost sounds as if it hurts before your pushed it into you.

“d-daddy- o-oh daddy fuck- imma cum a-already.” you moan once he bottoms out. his hands rested right by your head on the arm rest, his legs bent slightly so he can give you short but fast strokes that bruise your g-spot tremendously.

“yea, you taking it baby? taking that d-dick.” his hair falls across his forehead slightly, lips bitten red from his own abuse. eyes clenched shut. “f-fuck mama.” his rough hand slaps your thigh once he picks up the pace more, putting his hands on the back of your knees to fold you impossibly. he was so urgent, urgent to please you. urgent to make you fucking scream.

and you were.

he swore you can make a perfect picture.

you pink bow still in your hair as your hair flows across the couch. eyebrows furrowed and cute lips open slightly to let out the most, sluttiest but cutest whines ever. “a-ah, ah, ah. y-yes daddy- m’ taking it, uh.” your hands moved to grab behind your thighs instead of his while he moves back to inspect your pussy.

he goes to take it out, only an inch away from going completely out before he drops right on in, as if he was tired of doing push ups and gave up. he watches your brown fat pussy lips open wide from his heavy dick, watches how the inside of vibrant pink was creamy with white substance that you caused.

“S-shit, fuck- you creamin on my shit liebe?”

you cry out, head falling back, “c-can’t help it- daddy imma cum- gonna make me cu-cum!” your legs start to shake as well as your walls do, it makes him go sloppy a little bit before he moves forward and now have his hands in fist, legs straight while his fit is on his toes, and he goes absolutely ham in your pussy.

Goes up, then drop again.

Ya’ll make a beautiful musical.

Slapping sounds from his thick chubby balls slamming on your wet asshole, slimy sounds from your wetness and his precum, whiney moans from your and his deep groans that he can’t help but let out.

cause he knows he digging that lil shit out. he knows it.

you’re cumming already, three more strokes in and your absolutely convulsing against his cock. “Ah-ah-ah d-daddyyyy, oh my fu-fucking gosh!” Your fingers pinch your thighs as you can feel your wetness stream from your pussy down to the bottom of your ass on the couch.

he’s not far behind you. between your face, the bouncing of your tits and your tight & wet ass pussy taking his dick like a soldier, every single time makes him moan in your face.

“gonna make cum schönes mädchen.” he legs pull forward so he back on his knees and he pulls you above him, while he’s sitting up. You let go under your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck, reaching around to rub your fingers through his hair as you moan in his ear, “give it to me daddy, gimme it. wan it so bad!”

both of his hands are on your hips, grinding you almost angrily onto his dick, he felt so fucking good.

“a-ah fuck, fuck baby, s-shit-“ he’s grabbing the back of your neck as you feel a warm squirt of cum go inside your throbbing hole, and he’s still going. “G-goddamn.” he shoves his face in your neck as he moves his hips up against you slower and more sloppy.

“no more scherzhaft, yes?” he huffs into your ear.

“yes, no more joking.” you mumble.

[monzamash]

pit in my stomach - lando norris

rating – mature (cheating, language, sexual references) requested by @landograndprix - hugging you tight, my friend!

it was hard to pin point the moment his love for you had been diminished by his crippling guilt or when you knew there was nothing he could say or do to piece you back together. maybe it was around the time you’d asked him point blank whether he saw you in his future and he stuttered over his truth with an unconvincing of course i do when the dagger had already been deployed into your unsuspecting back. naively blinded by love.

or maybe it was the night lando stumbled home from the local, half a pint of slushing lager still in his hand while the other held a small, black velvet box. he dropped down on one knee, eyes bloodshot with tears and a trembling bottom lip – a stark contrast to your hardened stare and crossed arms shielding you from the blow, physically and emotionally spent.

“i fucked up… i-god i hate that i've hurt you, baby and i wish i could take it all back – i fucked up so bad and i’m so sorry.”

“you didn’t fuck up, lando – you fucked someone else for six months and lied to my face and made me feel like i was losing my mind! do you have any idea how much pain you’ve caused?”

the room fell silent, boiling blood pumping in your ears.

“huh?! do you?”

“no–”

“no you don’t! i've been stupid enough to keep chasing after you and all you’ve done is let me down and made me look like a fucking idiot! everyone knew about her, about what you were doing behind my back and you knew it was wrong but you couldn’t stop! you’re a monster and i’m not going to cry over a mistake you made…"

sadness welled as you stared down at the man kneeling at your feet. he was a stranger who only resembled the man you loved in appearance, not in honour or integrity or character – you were grieving the lando who had showed you the world with so much love and adoration and hope.

"you will have to live with this mistake for the rest of your life.”

“you’re right. i will never forgive myself 'cause she meant nothing and i have to fix this – i need to fix this because i love you.. so much. i’ll get help, i’ll see someone just give me a chance to fix it…”

“do you really think that is going to fix it?”

you pointed to the dainty box that held so much weight. in a way it represented a future founded on four years of memories, of something resembling happiness. sure, there had been disappointments, hundreds of missed calls, a few missed anniversaries and your gnawing intuition saying that maybe the paranoia wasn’t just inside your head. but ending like this, in betrayal and heartache – you hadn’t seen that one coming.

lando swallowed the lump forming in his throat, queasy from the drunken stupor he’d drank himself into and the dread settling in the pit of his empty stomach, “thought it might be start…”

a strained laugh slipped from pursed lips as venom coated your sharpened tongue, “and that is how i know you will never change.”

“please,” lando scrambled to his feet and reached out for your hand in an attempt to stop you from walking away, “please don’t leave me…” he begged, voice barely above a whisper.

lando knew he would never forget the look in your eyes when you slowly turned back to him – they were cold and punishing, bone-chilling. they swirled with the web of lies and sorrow that he had inflicted upon the person he loved the most in the world, who had given him everything she had, who loved him unconditionally, which made it nearly impossible to accept that he had lost you.

“you left me six months ago when you slept with her, lando.”

more writing...

[delusionalwh6re]

forget him

aged up!neteyam x fem metkayina!reader

summary: you are meant to be mates with one of your clan’s finest warriors. however, your heart belongs to another

warnings: 🔞 smut, p in v, riding, missionary, doggystyle, oral (m receiving), cheating?, squirting, slight daddy kink, mentions of argument, and neteyam being sexy as always

authore note: ngl i don’t even blame y/n.. like cmon now it’s neteyam, him over anyone any day!!!

i’m changing my aesthetic & writing style and i loveee it

it wasn’t supposed to happen. what started off as shy glances and little smiles progressively led to something more. you will never forget the day you met neteyam sully. the day his family came to your island seeking uturu. you couldn’t help the way your eyes took in his body. in awe of his stripes, that sharp jawline, his feline like nose that scrunched up slightly in discomfort, or even his thin tail that showed his emotions right through it.

his eyes caught onto you as well. immediately widening his eyes at your beauty. your curly hair that reached the middle of your back, your teal skin that complimented your environment so well, the thickness of your thighs following along with your wet body…

you were so breathtaking. neteyam’s breath got stuck in his throat causing him to let out a fake cough as he looked away from you. his eyes trailing onto his brother who was staring at another metkayina girl who happened to be next to you. he learned a couple of minutes later that her name was tsireya, the olo’eyktan’s daughter.

his eyes met his brother’s as they both non verbally decided that maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all…

as time went on, the two of you established a ‘friendship’. the two of you would have hangouts together with your friends tsireya, ao’nung, roxto, kiri and lo’ak. during these hangouts it was clear that there was some flirtation going on. whenever you guys weren’t with your group of friends the flirtation only escalated.

it got to a point where your soon to be mate raluq noticed the tension between you two. he confronted you about this and a big argument displayed. basically, raluq did not approve of your friendship with neteyam and specifically told you to stay away from him. you went off about how he’s being dramatic. he did not care about how you felt and demanded that you stopped being around neteyam.

of course you were quite stubborn and hated when people told you what to do like you were some child. especially from a man who wasn’t even your official husband. so you went behind his back and continued seeing neteyam. although it had to be in private because you wanted to avoid conflict with raluq, but it seemed like being alone from everyone else only made things better…

“shiiiit, just like that yawne” a breathless groan came from beneath you as you rode neteyam’s cock. your moans got higher and higher as each time you bounced back down on him his tip grazed right on your g-spot.

“oh! oh nete” you whimpered closing your eyes as you threw your head back in pure bliss. you’ve been riding him for a good ten minutes and it’s safe to safe you never wanted that feeling of pure ecstasy to ever stop.

your dainty hands placed onto his chest to support you as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. your eyes slowly opened once you felt him give your hips a squeeze as a warning.

“your little boyfriend must not fuck you this good hm?” he teased with a slight smirk at the way your jaw was practically reaching the floor as drool slowly left your mouth.

you huffed catching an attitude at just the mention of raluq. “shut up, technically you’re not even fucking me. i’m fucking you” following with an eye roll. you looked down to where your privates were connecting as you noticed the white ring forming at the base of his dick.

suddenly your back hit the mossy grass beneath your bodies as neteyam was now on top of you. you squealed once he pulled out his length only leaving his tip inside before plunging back into your warm cunt.

“NETEYAM!” you screamed before covering your mouth with your finned hand. his braids covered the sides of his face as he began fucking you senseless. your quiet whimpers and moans from before quickly became screams of pleasure.

“who’s not fucking you?” his head tilted as he looked down at you with a shit eating grin. “you’re such a dick” you turned your head avoiding his gaze “and you love it” he whispered in your ear.

you felt your pussy fluttering against him at the closeness between you two. sure he was literally rearranging your guts at the moment but there was also something about despite being sexual he was still actually intimate with you.

he tilted his hips in an angle that allowed you to feel everything. your breath got stuck in your throat letting your hand fly down to his stomach trying to stop him. his movements only slowing down the tiniest bit before looking down at you.

“move your fucking hand” he gave you a warning. you shook your head feeling him right against your cervix. it was like he was trying to fracture your lungs. you were caught out of a trance as you felt a harsh slap against your thigh causing you to whimper.

“what did i just tell you?” his hand gripped the thigh that he just slapped. you let out a whine as you slowly removed your hand in defeat causing neteyam to hum in satisfaction “smart choice”

you rolled your eyes at him before grinding your hips against his impatiently. all he did was look down at you with the cockiest look ever. “teyam please” you reached to hold onto him.

“please what?” he leaned over to be face to face with you. now the two of you were chest to chest and you were able to wrap your hands around his neck.

“please fuck me. please, i need you” you whispered to him while soothing his hair. he unexpectedly let out a purr at your actions before hiding his face in your chest to stop himself from just fucking you until your body molded into the ground.

that’s how bad he wanted you, no, how bad he needed you. he placed each of his forearms on the side of your head before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

you deepened the kiss by gripping onto his braids to bring him even closer. yes, your people wore braids but it was just something about his. the colorful beads he wore and the way they danced with all of his movements, it was just something about neteyam.

he began picking his thrusting up again to give you slow but deep strokes. you quickly became a moaning mess under him “fuck! yes, right there. im sooo close”. hearing your words caused him to pick up the pace letting his sticky pelvis collide with yours.

“this pussy drives me crazy, it’s so so good” he moaned out closing his eyes. your hands flew to grip onto his shoulders as his dick began jackhammering you and you were starting to lose some balance “it’s yours! it’s all yours”

“yeah?” he placed your thighs all the way up to your chest making you let out a pleasure filled scream. “yes! i swear baby, oh i swear”

“you’re mine you hear me? not that bum ass excuse of a mate you’re supposed to be with, mine!” he spoke sternly holding onto the back of your thighs tightly letting all his emotions out straight into your pussy.

“my eywa” your jaw slacked as your eyes began moving to the back of your head. your lower half began to convulse under his powerful thrusts as your third orgasm was starting to approach.

without warning your orgasm gushed out of you once neteyam gave you one deep, hard, and final stroke. wrapping your legs around him as his thrusts became sloppy signaling he was close.

he let out a low growl before painting your walls white. his movements came to a stop as the both of your chests heaved up and down to catch a breath. once he caught his breath he leaned up to look back at you.

“i’m not done with you” his eyes looked you up and down seductively as all the respect for yourself officially left your body. before you could even mutter a word you were flipped onto your stomach.

a gasp left your mouth before biting your lip at how easily he manhandled you. you decided to tease him by using your tail to caress the inside of his inner thigh which you knew was one of his sensitive spots.

your teasing didn’t last long once a harsh slap was placed directly on your ass making you squeal. “tote that ass up for me baby” he gripped onto your hips. your face heated up before obeying his words. arching your back until your chest was touching the ground with your ass completely in the air. “like that daddy?” you looked back with a smirk while expanding your arms in front of you knowing it was one of his favorite positions.

“you know me so well huh?” his head tilting with a cheesy smile on his face at your advancements. you hummed while shaking your head with a smile on your face. “im all yours neteyam” you whispered rubbing your bare dripping cunt all over him encouraging him to destroy you right now.

before you knew it he was fucking himself back into you. your face planted into the ground as euphoria began to fulfill your entire body.

“you feel soooo good, neteyam!” your words came out as babbles of nonsense since you were completely drunk off of him. he chuckled watching you turn into a mess under him “i know my love, you love this dick don’t you?”

you moaned at his words trying to gain some composure “ngh- yes i love it so much” feeling your core tighten once again you decided to throw yourself back onto him so the both of you could cum together.

“holy shit” he whispered to himself now focusing on the recoil of your ass. moving your thick tail out of the way so he can watch his dick slide inside of you, letting out a moan at the sight.

“fuck! fuck, y/n” he began moaning while reaching out to wrap your curly hair around his forearm. “ouu! neteyam im gonna cum” you panted out of breath. the movements of his hips started to slow down as he began to circulate them. your moans were beginning to get stuck in your throat.

he leaned over you making sure to be right by your face “i love you mama, you hear me?”. all you could do was moan and hold onto this man like your life depended on it. “i love you too tey”

he kissed the shell of your ear “oh i know you do”. backing up to finish properly fucking you he gave you a few final thrusts leading the both of you to a very intense orgasm.

you began whining and gripping onto the grass in front of you for balance as you felt your body being fucked into oblivion. as your fourth orgasm was slowly but surely creeping up on you, it felt a bit different.

“baby, i don’t feel right” you whispered reaching to hold onto neteyam. he grabbed on your hand while using the other hand to hold onto your hip to keep his thrusts steady.

“what is it yawne?” he softly rubbed your flesh. “it burns, i feel like im gonna explode” you muttered in a concerned tone. you never felt like this before during the other times you and neteyam have had sex. which was a lot…

he smirked before grabbing your other hand. he interlocked your hands together behind your back holding them down with his. before you could even ask him what he was doing his free hand traveled below you to rub tight circles onto your clit.

you gasped “neteyam!”. the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter. you felt like your body was set on fire. the pleasure that you received from the man you loved never failed to amaze you.

“almost there baby, you got it pretty girl. just let go i’m right behind you” he praised in a soothing tone that could put you to sleep. you didn’t know what was happening or how but at just his words your body was releasing something wet and really liquidity. you had squirted all over him.

“mhm shit. so so good baby. good job, you’re still doing so good for me” his thrusts got sloppy before he shot another load inside of you.

once he gently pulled out of you, you used the little bit of strength you had left to turn to look back at him. his eyes were already on yours and at the sight of your face he smiled. you smiled back before crawling closer to him eager for more skin to skin contact.

“hi” you whispered shyly making him chuckle at you “hi”. you smiled looking up and down at his gorgeous body. whew! eywa took her time with him. he was truly the most gorgeous man you ever saw.

slowly trailing your eyes down his chest, then to his v line, and finally to his cum covered cock. you licked your lips as a tiny smirk made its way to your face. you looked up at him tilting your head while placing a hand on his abdomen signaling what you want.

he bit his lower lip placing a hand in your hair to form it into a makeshift ponytail giving you all the conformation you needed. you began getting to work, sliding your tongue underneath his shaft to ease him up faster.

his breath shuddered causing his chest to puff. you smirked at the effect you seemed to have on him with just one simple movement. you licked his tip gently a few times before engulfing him into your mouth. although your throat was sore from all the screaming and moaning you were just doing, you didn’t let that stop you. you bobbed your head up and down softly knowing that’s all he would need being previously sensitive from several orgasms.

your finned hand reached up to gently grab his balls to massage them. his low whimpers quickly turned into moans as another orgasm started to approach him. “you’re so good at this fuck” his head was thrown back

you slurped all of your mixed juices off of him making sure all of it went down your throat as you prepared for another one of his loads. tears began filling your eyes at the lack of air but you were metkayina, you could hold that damn breath.

“baby, baby, im close” he gripped your hair tightly moving your head back and forth to his liking. after sucking him in with your cheeks, that was it. his creamy thick nut filled up your entire mouth. you quickly began swallowing. some of it made it down your throat while the rest dribbled down your chin, and it had to be one of the most attractive sights neteyam ever saw.

“wow” he panted breathlessly before sitting on the ground to gain composure. you giggled at him while wiping some cum onto your thumb. you held eye contact with him as you slowly placed your thumb in your mouth. swirling your tongue around it slowly before placing it directly on your tongue.

his eyes widened slightly with a smirk on his face “damn girl, you’re nasty”. the both of you went into a fit of laughter as reality began to set in, the two of you really had a special place in each other’s heart. he gestured for you to come over to him with his arms out. you happily obliged crawling over to him so the both of you could lay in peace.

“look at you, sucking me clean and shit” he teased wiping some of his cum off your body with a wet rag from your belongings. you playfully rolled your eyes while giggling as you watched him take care of you so lovingly.

“you must be hungry” he mumbled. you smirked admiring the way his muscles unintentionally flexed at the way he took care of you “not for food”. he shook his head at your words and laughing before suddenly stopping all his movements.

“what about raluq?” his gaze became cold as he stared at you with a blank face. you searched his eyes finding them full of seriousness, curiosity and a bit of jealousy. after the two of you just stared at each other in thought, you gently grabbed his tail. tugging on it to bring him closer so your lips was hovering over his as you whispered “forget him”

[suguru-getos]

| Brat in her place | Ayato Kamisato x f!reader |

-> Been a while, I miss Waka 🤭 and I had so much fun writing this little prompt! Warnings: ruined orgasm, edging, he eventually decides to let you cum again tho kekeek.

“If the cunning rabbit burrows thrice, what of the cunning human?” You remember Ayato saying this to you once, when you asked if he has other— cards up his sleeve apart from the Shumatsuban. Being the high lady of the Kamisato clan, the wife of the head has it’s own highs and lows. Ayato was always kind to you, except when he’s not. That’s a rare predicament but you don’t mind it, infact— your behavior sometimes encourages it.

“Ah, Thoma! Your cooking is exquisite as always.” You beamed at the lunch table, having luncheon with Ayato and yourself. Ayato didn’t mind it, you were right of course. “I wonder if I could keep you all to myself.” This sentence, caused the housekeeper to flush hard, while irked Ayato’s reaction too. “Why of course, he is— kept by me.” Ayato corrected you, while you clicked your tongue, knowing you managed to get the territorial man exactly where you wanted him to be.

“Yes, of course Waka.” You nodded, sipping another slurp of the radish mixed veg soup and half-moaning at how your tastebuds danced with the aroma & delicacy. Granted you wouldn’t be this bold if it wasn’t only Ayato and Thoma in the room.

Thoma beamed with a cheerful grin, trying hard to ignore the way Ayato’s body language had changed from a welcoming to a commanding one. Oh boy— he felt as if he was in a Retainer meeting. Not good—“I’m glad you liked it, my lady. If you’d excuse me now, I have something to take care of.” Thoma bowed and left, making sure you don’t get a chance to stop him. If anything— both of the men knew you were in a mood today. A fiesty mood.

“Quite bold of you, to be so thorough with the sounds your little mouth makes when you enjoy something.” Ayato remarked, clicking his tongue and glancing towards you. “You jealous?” You bit back, maybe biting off more than you can chew.

“Me? Jealous? Well—” Ayato sounded almost surprised, a grave chuckle escaping his tight knit brows. “No, darling. I’m not jealous over your antics. I know completely these are nothing but parlor tricks to get my attention.” Ayato shrugged, taking a sip of the radish veggie soup. “No one can please you as good as me after all.” There he was— the spoiled, bratty Yashiro Commissoner in the flesh.

“Maybe I could, make it up to you… remind you how good my touch feels in every little crevice of your dainty little body. Or— maybe I could remind you of your manners, hmm?” Ayato’s fingers tilted your chin up, ensuring your eyes met his. Siren, glazed with flames of lust and dominance.

You gulped, evading eye contact at the statement. You could almost feel dizzy at the intensity with which Ayato was handling this. Fuck— you were clamping around nothing.

One thing led to another, Ayato asked if you’d like to be reminded of something— you agreed & now you were sitting pretty on his lap, legs spread and locked with his own in the way, back pressed snugly against his clothed chest and his heavy breaths sending jolts down your spine. Ayato had worn his gloves back, you know he does that when he’s in a mood to punish you, to put you back in your place. To remind you who you belong to.

He’s been at it for hours, lazily rubbing and strumming at your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves while leaning his hand away as soon as he sees you cumming. You know Ayato is determined because he’s not left for his study since the lunch. You’ve been reduced to a babbling mess. “Yato— Please, please— s’ too much.” You wiggled against him, like a tied up bunny.

“Hmm, I know. It is too much for me to see you brat up so bad.” He hummed, sighing at the shell of your ear. His hot breath fanning over the earlobe just right, just enough to rise you to the apex of pleasure while he takes it all down. Leaves you tumbling down to nothing; then rakes it all up again.

“Yato— please- Waka Sama! Please!” You whimpered, feeling the pain in your clit getting used to the rigorous edging. It was then, that your body betrayed you, a mind melting orgasm coursing through every nerve ending as you whimpered, leaning your head back against his chest and rutting your hips for more—

Ayato leaned his hand back, again—

Cruel…

“Ah, going to have to ruin this one. Sorry, my love. You must know better than to ask for permission from your husband, who owns you, who takes care of you, who—” you were sobbing now, irritated at the pleasure seeping through your fingers and whimpering for more.

“Who puts you in your place.” Ayato completed his sentence, kissing your cheek and leaving you be. “Please— please I wanna cum. Yato— I’ll be good, so good for you.” Now you were truly begging, truly submitting to him like he wanted.

“Oh I’m not sure about that, you see— my wife is a force to reckon with. Even I know she can’t simply follow orders—”

“Yato— Please.” You quaked, lips quivering as you glanced up at him like a kicked puppy.

“Fine, I’m not that cruel now. At least, not to my one and only.” Ayato took off his gloves, a sign he’s pleased and this is all over. A sign of intimacy as his fingers raked their way through your over-edged cunt. “But remember— good girls.”

“A-ask for permission.” You gasped out, completing his sentence.

“That’s a good girl.”

[strniohoeee]

Web Of Desire

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is a sweet girl who just loves all things rough and dangerous. Except her facade is cracked by her current obsession…..🗡️

Warnings⚠️: SMUT, just fingering. Psycho obsessed reader, mean Chris kind of. Honestly Y/N is a bad bitch in this….queen knows what she wants and will stop at nothing.

Song for imagine: House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls- The Weeknd

⚠️This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact, or do??⚠️

Part 2 here

So don’t blame it on me

You didn’t call your home

So don’t blame it on me girl

Cause you wanted to have fun

Since Y/N could remember she was obsessed with all things mysterious and dangerous. The bad boys for lack of a better word. There was something about the fast cars, the money, the jewelry and the extravagant lifestyle that had her ears perked up when she was around a “bad boy”.

Her eyes becoming rounded in infatuation, a sheepish smile growing on her lips as she crossed her arms as dainty as she could. Nodding and blinking as they talked to her. Her dreams were crushed when they turned her down looking at her as nothing more than a mere deer in headlights.

So she gave up, but that was until she met Christopher. He wasn’t a dangerous boy, but he seemed different. Rough around the edges and deeper than most. His name rolled off her tongue as she’d say it to herself randomly. Although he wasn’t in that gang type of lifestyle he also wasn’t the nicest boy to everyone.

She gathered this information from him as she became friends with him and his brothers. An intense obsession soon pursuing. Her mind just fluttered with Chris as his friends called him, but she preferred Christopher.

As time went on and they grew closer she became obsessed with the chase. Knowing that she wasn’t the type of girl he went for she pushed even harder to get his attention. Now he didn’t ignore her or treat her badly like he did to other girls like she observed. The problem was that he was too nice to her and really enjoyed their friendship. This became a twisted yearning for him and all his approval.

Y/N slowly started to push more, seeing just how far she could take this little crush. Trying to make it as obvious as ever, but her advances fell on deaf ears and blind eyes. Sucking her teeth, and huffing out a breath of annoyance. She couldn’t wrap her head around why Chris didn’t look at her the way she wanted.

She’d say she didn’t want to date him, but to see what he was all about. To her this seemed normal, but in reality it was a sick obsession. Her benefit was that she could hide it well behind her “all too good” demeanor.

The innocent one was what she was known and seen as. She preferred it because then people didn’t expect much from her. She had twisted ideas racking up in her brain to see which one Chris would crumble from.

Slowly she started rolling out these ideas. It started with the skimpy outfits, and bending over in a dress or shorts that were too short, even the light hearted questions to get him to break down his walls. The hair twirls and the lashes batting as he spoke. The low cut shirts. But still he didn’t even care to look at her that way. Anger slowly bubbling inside her she needed HIM.

One day though his eyes lingered a little longer than she expected. A sheepish smile grew on her face as she turned on her heels.

Y/N sat on the lawn chair in their yard talking and laughing as they were clad in swimsuits soaking in the LA heat.

“I bought popsicklessss” Nick yelled as he walked back out from the side door

“Oh my god! Thank you! It’s so fucking hot” Y/N stated

“It is pretty hot out today” Matt said slapping sunscreen on his arms

“Want one?” Nick asked pointing the box to Y/N

“Uhh no I think I’m going to go for a swim first” She replied smiling up at him as he blocked the sun from hitting her eyes

He nodded at the girl and sat down. A twisted plan running in her head. She’d let the ice pops melt a bit before taking one so that it could melt on her, and she’d be a sticky mess. All for Chris to see…..

She removed her coverup. Clad in a black bathing suit. One that was very much a thong and very much open by her breasts.

Tossing the coverup behind her she dives into the pool. Giving a perfect view of her ass to Chris. Poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he watched her through his sunglasses.

About 10 minutes later Y/N got out walking over to the boys as she grabbed her towel. Drying herself off and making sure to bend forward giving Chris a clear view of her breasts.

“I think I’ll have a popsicle now” she said as she sat cruz’s cross on the lawn chair

“Be careful they’re probably melted by now” Nick said handing her the box

“Thanks” she said smiling and taking the box from his hands

Pulling out a cherry popsicle. That was after feeling around for the most melted one.

“You were digging in there for a while” Chris suddenly blurts out

“I couldn’t find the cherry one” she says lying through her teeth

“Right” he says seeing through her lies

Y/N began to suck on the popsicle as she watched Nick and Matt talk. Her tongue swirling around the sweet frozen treat. Her lips became stained with the color red.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” Matt suddenly asks her

“No, why?” She asked letting the popsicle melt some more

“Want to do movie night with us?” He asked her

“Fuck yes” she said

“Yay! Well order some dinner and do a movie marathon” Nick said

“Sounds fun to me, I'll just have to shower here if that’s cool?” She asked him

“Yeah of course, you can use my bathroom and I’ll use Matt’s” Nick replied

“You’re the best thank you” she replied smiling at the red haired boy

“Your icee” Matt said laughing at the girl

Her eyes darted to her hand as the red icee became liquid running down her hand and arm

“Oh shit” she said before licking up the side with a flat tongue. The melted liquid dripped onto her breasts and down the valley of them.

She began to eat it as more dripped on her chest. Finishing the popsicle and licking her red lips she stood up.

“I’m going to need that shower” she said laughing

“It’s all yours girl” Nick said

“After the shower, do you want to start the movies?” She asked them

“Sounds good to me” Nick said nodding at her

She glanced at Chris who sat with his legs spread, chest glistening with sweat as he watched her. Y/N finally felt like she won. Turning on her heels she walked back into the house

Making her way to Nick's room to shower. When she walked into his bathroom she remembered she brought bubble bath soap the last time she visited. Running the tub water and putting loads of soap in.

“Fuck I love bubbles” she said as her eyes widened in excitement

Stopping the water as the bubbles rose higher. The only downside was that Nick's bathroom had no door, so she hoped neither him nor Matt would walk in. Chris though, that she didn't mind so much. She giggled to herself as she thought this.

Reclipping her hair up before removing her bathing suit. Hanging it over the glass shower door to dry a bit more. She sunk into the warm water, engulfed by vanilla and cherry scented bubbles.

The only light source being that from the window above the tub. Casting a beautiful daytime light into the large room.

Washing her body with a cloth as she hummed to herself. The melody of “Laughing on the Outside” by Bernadette Carroll. Singing in between her hums as she scrubbed her legs.

“I’m laughing on the outside, crying on the inside cause I’m so in love with you” she sang as she leaned forward

Turning the warm water on again to heat up the coolness that began to engulf her. Leaning back before humming again.

“Now Y/N what would you say if Chris walked in here right now?” She asked herself out loud

“Hmmm” she responded to herself rubbing her chin

“I’d simply say, oh my god you perv how dare you?” She says acting fake shocked.

Laughing as she played with her necklace. She was going to make Chris hers one way or another.

Her mind tracking back to singing, swaying her arms in the water as a grin plastered on her face.

“How do you call your lover boy?” She asked herself

“Come, here lover boy” she said back to herself

“And if he doesn’t answer?” She said

“Oh, lover boy” she said swirling her tongue over her teeth

“And if he still doesn’t answer?” She said

“I simply say….baby, oh, baby” she sang as she laughed to herself

She laid back against the cold tub, smiling as she swayed her head side to side. Her movements stopped when she heard Nick's door creak open.

Choosing to ignore it as her eyes remained closed. But now she felt the breeze of an AC draft, and she knew that person was standing there.

“I know it’s you Chris” she said with a smile on her face as her eyes were still closed

The mystery person walked in, shutting the door behind themselves and walking in her direction. Her eyes snapping open to the sight of Chris standing at the bathroom doorway.

“Chris you perv! What are you doing?” She said acting fake shocked

“Drop it” he said bluntly and to this her brows furrowed

“What are you doing?” He asked her as he crossed his arms over his chest

“I’m bathing of course” she said moving the bubbles around from beneath the water

“That’s not what I meant” he said rolling his eyes

“Well then? What did you mean” she says sweetly looking up at him

“You’re real sick and deranged you know” he said shaking his head

“That’s not a nice thing to say” the girl responded pouting

“Nick and Matt don’t see it, but trust me I see right through your bullshit” he replied swallowing thickly

“Christopher….I don’t know what you’re talking about” the girl stated cocking her head to the side

“Short dresses? The cleavage? The dumb questions? Batting your eyes and that shit you pulled today? I know exactly what you’re doing and I’m not stupid” he said

“Not stupid? You fell for it today” she said shrugging her shoulders and looking to her left

Chris stomped over to her and roughly grabbed her by her face. Y/N taken aback as her breathing began to quicken

“What’s your problem huh?” He said as he looked the girl in her eyes

“Can’t you see? I like you” she said trying to pull away from his grip

“Like me? You’re crazy” he said letting go of her face

“I may have a bit of an obsession problem” the girl stated giggling

“That’s not funny” he said rolling his eyes

“Do you think I’m scary? Because I’d never do anything to hurt you” the girl stated looking up at the boy through her lashes

“You’re not scary, you’re just a girl who thinks she’s can get any guy she wants even if it means tricking them into it….tangling them up in her webs of insanity” he stated glaring down at the girl

“Wrong” the girl stated glaring back at Chris

“Oh I’m wrong? You crave attention don’t you? You need it? You thrive off of that shit” he said swallowing thickly

“I just want you to like me back is all” she states in a whisper

“No….no, you just like my attention” he stated shaking his head

“Wrong again” she states laughing dryly

Chris sunk down to his knees, plunging his right hand into the water and immediately grabbing Y/Ns pussy.

The girls mouth dropping as a gasp left her mouth. Going frozen against his touch. Her eyes darted to his own, and they were….they were challenging her?

“I’m giving you all my attention now sweetheart, and you’re going to say I’m wrong? Look at you I’m giving you what you’ve always wanted and you can’t even think straight” he says bluntly

His fingers swirling against her clit as he watched her intensely. Squirming against the rough palettes of his middle and ring finger.

“I just wanted to be the girl of your dreams. Wanted you to like me back as much as I liked you” she said looking at him with doe eyes and a pouty mouth

“You’re too crazy for me my dear, so take what I’m giving you and leave me alone after” he stated smiling obnoxiously in her face

“But please?” She moans out as his two fingers begin to sink deep into her. Curving against her g spot in a motion that has her head thrown back

“Think just because you have a pretty face I’ll like you?” He asks as his fingers plunge deeper into her, the water splashing around

“You think I’m pretty?” She asked as her mouth hung open

“God you’re one crazy bitch” he said as he stared her down

But Y/N didn’t care. In her eyes she won and she finally got the man of her dreams. He was knuckles deep in her, called her pretty and was now degrading her. A recipe so dark and delicious it was bringing her closer to the edge.

Her mouth hung open as little pants left her lips. A flush creeping up along her neck and chest. Loose hairs sticking to her forehead. And her grip on the edge of the tub was lethal. Her eyes never breaking away from Chris’

Chris leaned over, his lips against her ears.

“Is the pretty girl feeling better? Now that she’s fucked dumb simply from my fingers? Huh? Come on pretty girl talk to me” he said maliciously….taunting her

“I love when you call me that” she stated challenging him

“I’m finally giving you what you want and how does that make you feel?” He asked her ghosting his lips over her neck

“It makes me think you like me” she states as goosebumps formed

“Wrong” he said planting a kiss to her neck

His finger moved faster against her as she fought to keep her eyes open. Lewd sounds coming from her mouth often with his name directly after. Her back was arched off of the bathtub. Clenching down on his fingers as his thumb began to rub her clit.

“Come on pretty girl, cum for me” he says egging her on

“Fuck CHRIS” she yells as she reaches closer to her orgasm

“Look at you, making a mess on my fingers. Just how you always wanted” he states laughing

All Y/N can care about is orgasming and that’s all she’s focusing on. Her head is thrown back as strings of curse words leave her mouth. Her right hand now gripped at Chris’ arm that was under the water.

“Fuck fuck fuck” she begins to curse out

Clenching down on his fingers as she came, her back leaning off of the cold tub as her thighs began to shake. Her furrows furrowing as her mouth hung open and broken pants fell from her lips.

After coming down from her high Chris removed his fingers from her. Walking over to the sink and washing his hands.

Y/N shakily stood up as she wrapped herself in a towel. Pulling the plug and letting the not so bubbly water go down the drain.

Staring at Chris through the mirror.

“Are you happy now? I gave you what you wanted” he says as he washed his hands

“Of course your pretty girl is happy” she states staring at him through the mirror

“You’re not my girl. I simply needed to prove a point. That you crave male validation no matter what the cost is” he says dryly

Her face dropping and a smile growing on the young man’s face.

“Two steps ahead” she states

“I am two steps ahead” he says drying his hands

“No….two steps ahead….i'm always two steps ahead” she stated bluntly

Now it was Chris' turn for his face to drop as he watched her in the mirror.

“Wrong” he states nervously

“You see…. I plan almost all of my incidents so to speak. The melted icee was planned. The bubble bath was planned. The unlocked door was planned. I’m like a spider weaving my own web and you’re the dumb little fly who got caught in it” she says tilting her head to the side and smiling maliciously

“You think you’re all planned out, you’re not. I walked into this with a plan” he said furrowing his brows

“You see! Walked into it. You fell into my trap without even realizing it. I called you a perv and you stood. I told you I liked you and you stood. You were knuckles deep in me without me having to initiate any of it. You called me pretty and you wouldn’t be standing here right now if you didn’t feel the same way” she states to the boy who’s now questioning everything that just happened

“Now I’ve watched the way you’ve treated girls and I’ve listened to your hookup stories…. You only finger girls you like” she says smiling and laughing at him

“You’re a psycho and I’m over these mind games” he says throwing the towel on the counter

“You’ve called me crazy and deranged this whole time yet you stood” she says clapping her hands together

Chris stood there puzzled .….did she really have him this tied up. He couldn’t even realize that he walked into her web of craziness and couldn’t escape.

“Face it Chris…you’re stuck with me forever. So I’ll see you downstairs my love” she states before kissing him on the cheek and walking out of nick's room.

The young man was so confused. He swore he had this whole plan perfectly done. The whole time his plan was fueled by the deep desire he had for Y/N….. He was truly stuck with her forever. How the fuck did he get tangled up in this?

The End

I started this going one way and then I took a psycho turn to it LMFAOOAOOA. I hope yall enjoyed this one🕺🏼. I love yall dearly 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

@sleepysturnss

[timextoxhajima]

KISS & MAKE UP: PARK SUNGHOON

≛ an anthology series of break-up stories that end up in a one-night stand [only hyungline] -> HEESEUNG | JAY | SUNGHOON | JAKE

≛ genre: pretty explicit smut, angst

≛ warnings: alcohol, cursing,

≛ word count: 2.9k

≛ synopsis: it’s been a couple of months since you broke up with your high school sweetheart. the reason? he wanted a family and you wanted freedom. but come the day you meet him again and park sunghoon apparently hasn’t moved on. 

≛ taglist: @from-xero​​ @haechanhues​​ @abdiitcryy​​ @kyleeanne​​ @dontcallme20​​ @vantxx95​​ 

what a petty man, you think to yourself. you should’ve known you’d run into sunghoon - this was his territory. but bringing his personal feelings onto work grounds? 

unprofessional. 

“the labels?”

you frown at him. “what labels? i wasn’t told to label anything.”

a sharp glare. “the food? the condiments? the drinks?”

“you’re only telling me now, ten minutes prior to it starting?” you scoff and turn towards the storage. “i don’t even know if i have labels.”

sunghoon initially doesn’t follow, but you can hear his loud louboutins clacking against the floor as he hurries after you. “i find it hard to believe as an experienced event organiser, you had the brains to forget this. or rather, the lack thereof.”

ignoring him, you scour through your storage boxes. 

“great, now it’s gonna start without labels.”

“you have a strange obsession with labels,” the items in the box clunk against the sides as you shove them around like sand in a pit. “besides, if you’re running this event for the privileged, i’m almost positive they’d be clever enough to figure out... oh, i don’t know. a plate of chicken wings?” 

“but how will they know if it’s spicy or not?”

halting in your movements, you turn, still squatting, and glare upwards at him. he has his arms crossed over his chest, the curve of his tie winding outwards between the two sides of his blazer. there’s a little pinch of hair that’s sticking out from the rest of his head, and you’re just itching to cut it off. maybe stick it up his nose or something. 

“you did not just tell me to label hot wings.”

“i just did,” he clears his throat and finally relaxes his hand to point accusingly at you. “don’t mess tonight up. i don’t care what you do, don’t mess it up like you messed up everything else.”

the packet of labels in your hand falls back into the box when you stand, squinting at him in disbelief. 

“’everything else’? excuse you, it’s absolutely not my fault that we wanted different things. did you think you would still be happy if we stayed together despite knowing we wanted different things?” 

“i’d like to think we could’ve gotten through it together,” the vulnerability is nothing but a smear in his voice. this is what he likes to do - make you believe him for a moment, just long enough to win you over, before he goes back to his own beliefs. at first, you fell for it like a dog obsessed with his favourite chew toy, but at time went by, all you saw it as was manipulative. 

“don’t play that card again.”

“what card?” sunghoon frowns his dark brows together. 

“the ‘together’ card. i’m so sick of you talking about being together and getting through things together when it’s just you giving me the fucking problems and i pull you through them-”

“but isn’t being together the fucking definition of a relationship? you called it quits just because we were on different roads-”

“i called it quits because we were on different roads. you wanted a home and a family and have a dainty wife at home cooking all your stupid meals because you don’t bother how to learn to pick up a knife- but does it look like i wanna do that?”

“what’s so bad about having a home and a family, huh? is it my fault that i wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and i was just obsessed with the thought of having you to myself forever?”

“oh, my god. even now... you don’t care about how i feel and what i want. you only think about how prestigious and how privileged i should be that you’re in love with me and that’s all that matters to you. the value of you to other people, and never the other way round.”

sunghoon doesn’t scare you. at some point, you loved him. he may have been spiteful and manipulative with his words but he always had good intentions, though it may have been for his own benefit. you would never know. 

it was difficult to come to terms with how bitter the relationship had gotten. nearing the end of it, you were hoping he’d be able to find the strength in him to agree to an amicable break-up. but sunghoon is a raging eternal fire stuck in ice buried deep underground, and so initiating the break-up was as good as shoving a bomb down under. 

‘amicable’ was an antonym. 

“what do you want me to say?” he looks down at you, brown eyes staring into your soul. he doesn’t cry easily, but here he is, tearing up. 

are those crocodile tears?

“i wanted a fairytale and you wanted a reality. i don’t know how to tell you that i don’t think either of those was wrong. i just thought we could come to a compromise.”

“compromise? what compromise would it be had i done what you wanted? then i’ll be living your dream, not mine.”

“and what exactly is your dream? you’ve been working so hard and yet you’re still here! you may think it’s noble of yourself that you’re putting this amount of effort and that it’ll reap some kind of harvest at the end but i was watching you work your life and time away. all i wanted to do was let you rest and relax at home at your own comfort. was that so wrong?”

“where is park sunghoon?”

the voice from outside is a relieving break from the confrontation. it worked for you, because you had no rebuttal. 

sunghoon sighs and looks down at his feet, then he looks up to the ceiling and sucks in a deep breath, finally using his fingers to push the pinch of hair on his forehead back into the rest of his dark brown locks. he rubs his eyes, getting rid of his tears. 

he clears his throat and pats down his blazer before squatting to reach behind you for the labels. he turns without a word, leaving you to look at the surrounding floor. 

but he stops at the door for a moment, then turns. 

“you think i’m not good for you because i stop you from living your life the way you want to. but it frustrates me to see you run around in circles with yourself. all i wanted to do was come home to you, stress-free and happy. but if you’d rather spend your time chasing after your own tail, then be my guest.”

he swallows, his adam’s apple shifting up and down. the door clicks open and he leaves the storage. 

“oh, there you are! god, we were looking all over for you and the event organiser. do you happen to have any kind of labelling or signages for the food? i have guests that can’t have hot wings.”

“was just looking for them.”

the footsteps fade away. the conversation gets further. the storage light flickers off due to the lack of movement.

the evening runs in slow motion. sunghoon had all the food and drinks labelled just as the doors to the event opened, and somehow used it as a conversation starter for everybody greeting him at the table. something about how he tried to snag one or two wings before it started and instantly regretted it because they were spicy.

as someone who didn’t particularly love spicy foods, sunghoon had developed a keen instinct to telling whether something was spicy. 

but occasionally, you’d sneak a peek at sunghoon, hard at work and immersed in the conversation he probably initiated. it never failed to wonder you how the introvert in him is able to hold professional conversations. 

there are few regrets in the world you would admit to having. one of them was falling out with him. 

the happier you were, the more upsetting the break-up was. sunghoon loved sneaking into your room and spending the night, but that made it all the more harder when you spent them alone thereafter. he had a knack for picking you little flowers off the road, wrapping them in napkins and leaving them at your window, but they began rotting away and flying off in the wind like ash from your ended love. 

sunghoon isn’t a man of many words - words that make sense at least - but it’s in his ache and heart break that he means every syllable he articulates. 

it’s annoying that they make sense. 

by the end of the night, you realised that sunghoon had saved you from ruining the event - half the hot wings were left untouched because they were too hot for the public. they were samyang flavoured. 

once the event had ended, sunghoon spent most of his time at the doors, seeing his guests off and making sure everyone got into their respective vehicles. you are left with the mess in the storage, that you begin to pack, worried about how you would respond when he comes in to tell you “i told you so”.

“thirty minutes,” he calls out from the outside. you assume he was talking to the person in charge of locking up the space. “thanks.”

mindlessly dumping what was left into the storage boxes, you try to lift it onto the trolley you have parked in the room. you use your thighs, but the edge of the box is heavy and it seeps into your flesh, leaving a mark. then the weight causes it to slide off and just before everything can spill out-

“what the hell-” sunghoon quite literally steps over the boxes and into a space in between - the ends of his pants rolled up thanks to the other boxes in the room - one hand gripping the edge of the box and the other holding the trolley still. “are you-”

his eyes automatically look down where the box had been resting on, and he notices the little rip in your nylon pants where the box had been resting on. with a gentle tut of his teeth, he snatches the box from you and rests it atop the others, a frown on his head. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know?” he grabs your arm and pulls you out of the mess. 

“i was just finishing up-” trying to move back in to take responsibility of your logistics, you take a step forward. 

“you. stay. right the fuck. there,” he says, jabbing the air with every word. he rests his arm by his side, frame awkwardly slanted over the mess on the floor. his blazer hangs by his side, the tip of the expensive material kissing the roll of mahjong paper sticking out from one of the boxes. he sighs, and purses his lips, turning around and squatting to repack the boxes. 

“i... come on. just leave it. i can do it.”

“stop trying to think you can do everything,” he rebutts, turning to look at you from his squatting position. with a gentle huff, he lifts the box infront of him and dumps it on the trolley. “if you were superman, you would’ve figured it out earlier.”

“okay, well... i get it, alright? you don’t... you don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“i’ll rub it in because i can and because you don’t listen,” he finishes with another box and stacks it. sunghoon stands, taking in a deep breath and combs his hair with his fingers.  

the strands of your fringe come loose from the rest of your hair, but your eyes travel down to the floor. there’s an issue of pride that you can’t overcome, but your heart drops and you forget about it when sunghoon reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear. 

your fringe falls back into your eyes, so he pushes it up, and keeps his finger there as he looks down at you with a gentle frown on his forehead. 

before you can say anything, he leans forward. with the other palm, hot and slightly sweaty from all the lifting he’s been doing, he presses his lips into yours. 

by instinct, your eyes close. the scent of his cologne is worn, but still identiable. your hair falls back onto your lids when he releases it to cup your other cheek, and the memories of him flood back into your heart. all the nights of playful bickering about what movie to watch, all the late night strolls in the park and the skating rink dates he would drag you on just because he wanted to let you into his world. 

you had forgotten what it was like to feel special, to be the only person that sunghoon had been able and willing to open up his heart to. knowing that he still loved you made you feel like you were still special. 

your hands find the collar of his blazer, gently pushing him away. through pursed lips, you look at him with tired eyes. “hoon, i don’t think this is healthy.”

he’s quiet, refusing to remove his hands from your face. he remains his position, even after you reach up in a bid to pull his hands away from your cheeks.

“not everything anybody does in their life is healthy,” he presses his forehead unto yours. “i’d love an unhealthy love with you even if it means we’d fight and cry about it. this... cannot be replaced. not by anybody. you are my unhealthy love, and that is what i want.”

your heart is racing. you can hear the beating in your ears, and if he wasn’t holding you, you might’ve started shaking. 

but he leans down and kisses you again, this time begging you to remember everything that you once had with him, convincing you that it wasn’t worth giving up. 

it’s so much easier to know that you’d crying in his arms after a fight, than worrying about forgetting him. 

sunghoon gently pushes you back until your rear hits a countertop, and he blindly pushes whatever was on it aside. lifting you by your thighs, he places you on the surface and runs his fingers down the length of your arm. your skin tickles under his nails and his cold fingertips, which stop at your hands. he interlocks his hands with yours at the edge of the counter, then he stops and pulls away, slowly tilting his head upwards to kiss your forehead. 

his thumb and index finger are on your chin now, gently pushing you back so you were laying down. 

“wait, isn’t there a camera here or something-”

“you forget i know the people who own this building,” he raises his brows and moves backwards to kneel. then, his lips are on your ankles, undoing the straps of your heels. hold palms move up your calf and under your knees after your shoes come off, and he stands to undo the buckle on your pants. 

he helps you lift your hips, the silk sliding off your skin and to the floor with ease. sunghoon kneels again, kissing the inner side of your knees and thighs and then your hip bones, your fingers finding the crown of his head and making a mess of his waxed hair. 

your head tilts back when the final piece of clothing in his way comes off, and the heat from his skin hits where you’ve missed him. guiding your legs to rest on his shoulders, he has you like you had been in a long-distance relationship.

your toes curl, heart thunking in your chest and fingers gripping his hair tighter and tighter. 

then he stops, licking and biting his lips to get the rest of it off. you sigh, relieved from the sudden affection he’s providing you. you look down and watch him undo his belt, but he doesn’t bother to remove it, simply unbuttoning himself and pulling the zipper down. 

then he gently pulls you towards him, and it’s a moment of truth as you lock eyes with him. 

he waits for you to protest.

but you don’t. 

so he eases himself to your comfort, and your lips fall apart like your hair on the counter top as you lay back again. there’s a gentle frown in your forehead that he kisses away, his breath heavy in your hair as he gives you a few seconds. 

so, like the good ol’ times, he stands upright and starts to move, sounds and movements still tamed. but blame it on the yearning, blame it on the unhealthy need for him and the feelings he provides that cannot be replaced - it doesn’t take long for him to find where it makes your mind turn to static. 

“finish for me, princess,” he presses down with his thumb. 

and like a well-behaved one, you do. he pulls out once you’re finished, and he releases himself on your thighs. 

sunghoon is slightly panting, but he eases his breathing with a deep breath. turning around to your logistic boxes, he pulls out a packet of wet wipes. 

“are you sure i don’t have to worry about the cctv in here?” your fingers press into your temples. 

sunghoon chuckles, helping you sit up. “the only thing you need to worry about now is how you’re going to tolerate me for the rest of your life.”

[bloggingnsfw]

Saved by my Minotaur *smut part 2*

Warning: Smut, Monster, Minotaur, (if I didn't list any please let me know)

for the full thing go to my Ao3 search: Saved by my minotaur (WILL BE POSTED 12/16/2023 @ 5:30 EST)

part 3

Your eyes grew wet, lazy tears creeping out the sides of your eyelids.

“Milk Mouth?”

“I’m fine.” she hiccupped. “Confused and frazzled and upset and wanting...”

“Sure?”

Nettle’s wrappings fell mostly back into place, looser than before. Your nipples tenting up within the fabric. She weakly nodded. “This has been a bad night for me. I don’t blame you but then again, I do. I was perfectly fine before. Cleaning. Bribing. Having structure in the enclave. I’d never wanted to be outside ever again. And you’ve brought me you. And I love it. Stop being nice. You’re confusing me.”

“Confuse too, I.” Ogrum said, thoughtful. “But this feels right. Feels good.”

“We’ve been to get you less than two hours. Far too early to make a call like that. You’d probably get wichelen killed in a cave-in with snap judgements like that.”

Ogrum smiled, teeth and dimples a perfect sight.

“Longer than that.”

“Metaphorically, you mean.” You asked. “I don’t know you.”

“You do.”

Just the way he said it, stated it, like she ought have known exactly what he meant.

“I’d remember being friendly with a minotaur!” You exclaimed. “And again, are you sure I’m the one you’re looking for? We Nettles may all share the same name but are not alike. Now don’t tell anyone this. We Nettles use nicknames among ourselves. Perhaps you’re looking for my superior, Thorne? Or Selander, my bunk-mate? Hard-working Nettles you’d be cursed to find else you.”

“Nettle.” Ogrum said slowly. “Viri. Mil-Ip. Milk Mouth.”

“Viri? How do you know that my nickname is Viri! How on Surfeit could you have gotten that information! A spy. Is this some sort of Youo plot!” You shouted. “I knew it. You’re with the humans! I’m not a hostage but a captive. A victim for you to... to torture for more information!”

Ogrum simply sat tyoue with that dumb look on his face. Smugness with a hint of something she didn’t like the shape of. He was… humoring you. Letting you throw you well-fought accusations at him.

“And Mil-Ip? Is that some sort of code? Mil-Ip? Mil-Ip? It almost sounds like-”

Nettle’s voice trailed away, leaving behind a horrified silence.

“It almost sounds like Milk Lips. No,” she rambled, face burning. “Milky Lips. Dear spite, this whole night was my fault! But it couldn’t be. You couldn’t be glory rod mark four. They’re just fuck-sticks that Witch Horehound likes to torture people she doesn’t like with. They don’t actually sync up with real cocks...”

“Strange names you called me. Grew to it over time.” Ogrum answered. She prayed he wouldn’t say what she imagined would come next. “Pretty Pussy Pounder.” You winced. “Double-Dicking Destroyer.” Oh spite. “Cunt-Claiming Conqueror.” Ivy came up with that one, not you! “But my favorite and your favorite was-” Couldn’t you heart just crack? Like right now. “Big Drip.”

Ogrum laughed, shaking You she hid between your hands.

“I said those things because I didn’t think that a fuck-stick was able to comprehend those names! Stop smiling, you jerk. So I was sucking you off, so what!”

“Your wording. Mil-kie Lid-ps. The right name. Been calling you Milk Mouth whole time. Mistake. Milky Lips and Big Drip. Funny, yes?”

“Funny for you, maybe.”

“Suppose so. Honored to have witch mare.” Ogrum nodded then turned his head. “Earlier. Wanted to fix wrappings, yes? So much wrapping for so dainty small breasts. Can fix.”

“Edoh.”

“Yes.” the minotaur’s ears twitched. “Fix breasts.” He had that smug look again. “Heard. Heard clear.”

Ogrum moved against you, his nipples pushing straight onto you breasts and knocking against your buds. You squirmed; arms lightly brushed out of the way. He began to rock back and forth, his roughout nipples clapping on you fairer ones. Pushing hard and certain until they stiffened, tingling under his girth. He exhaled onto the curve between your mounds, the steam blackish with a magic glow.

The saliva lingering tyoue began to grow thick, bubbling into a whiter stickier form.

You experimentally took a glob onto your finger. “Taurine vigor. This stuff is rare.” she remarked, ever the pragmatic Wichelen. “Did you know that just a cap full can go for a hundred aulra. Only a cap!”

[inkykeiji]

Have you thought about a Tomura-nii? 🥺

ooooh my god anon

tw: pseudocest (adopted siblings), coercion, taking advantage of a younger sibling’s naive and innocent nature, implied size difference (reader is smaller than tomura), female reader, virgin!tomura, masturbation, blood, noncon, overstimulation, blowjobs, use of the word daddy to describe adoptive father, honestly just really fucking nasty and genuinely disgusting, please be careful with this lil piece words: 792

i have!!! i just feel like he’d be really fucking gross, you know??? disgusting in the most heinous way, like flawless tomura but a hundred times worse. i feel like he’d totally be a shut-in, completely inexperienced because your adoptive father (afo) never lets either of you—his fully grown adult children—out of his or kurogiri’s watchful protection. but that doesn’t mean there aren’t times when they aren’t looking.

tomura-nii has never been touched, romantically or sexually, by anyone else, but he is an avid consumer of porn + hentai, so much so that it borders on addiction. and eventually, it just isn’t enough. it isn’t enough to spend hours locked away in his room, jerking his cock until it’s red and wrecked, skin chafed so bad its flaking and peeling and bleeding, thin little wounds that weep crimson staining the lines of his sweaty palm a watery pink. it isn’t enough to throw hundreds and hundreds of his father’s money at those online cam girls, making them do unspeakable acts and recording it all for him. it isn’t enough, he needs more, he needs real; something he can feel, something he can touch, something he can own and mark and sink his teeth into—flesh and blood and bone filling his hands and yielding beneath his fingers and quivering around his cock. 

he needs you. 

and sure, he’s sheltered, but you’re even more sheltered, not even allowed access to the internet without daddy’s heavy supervision—so when he sees you, his innocent, naive, totally fucking clueless little sister, he knows he can manipulate you into doing whatever the fuck he wants you to, because nii-san said so, and nii-san knows best, right? nii-san is older, wiser, the boss, and what he says goes, always. he’s basically second in command beneath your adoptive father; even kurogiri seems to bend and break to his every will and whim and wish. 

so who are you to say anything, to know any better, against your bigger, smarter, better brother? who are you to deny him, to say ew and no and gross and it’s wrong! when he slinks into your bedroom in the middle of the night, waking you with his ragged pants and the vigorous slap of his fist against his pelvis, and streaks that lacy little nightgown with thick strokes of glistening cream, quickly cooling as they seep into the dainty fabric, heavy and gelatinous against your skin?

who are you to refuse him, when he asks if he can see how pretty your pussy is, when he asks if he can play with it, unexperienced fingers grinding and pinching until your rubbed-raw clit is swollen and your trembling thighs are stained with copious amounts of your own slick and your eyes are lidded and glassy, vision downy at the edges and bleary with tears, because it (finally) feels so good, too good, that you’re fucking sobbing? 

who are you to reject him, when he says he wants to show you his cock, when he tells you to hold it in your soft little palms and pet it until it’s oozing something sticky and shimmering all over your skin, when he demands that your lick your hands clean, that you put the head in your mouth and suckle on it, that you glide the tip of your tongue, rounded and hard, over the slit as fast as you can—back and forth, back and forth, until he’s shoving the entire thing into your mouth and he’s stuffing your throat full of something thick and acrid? 

nii-san says that it’s okay, that this is normal and what good little sisters are supposed to do, that brothers and sisters who love each other so much do this all the time, and don’t you love him, too? don’t you want to show him just how much you love him? just how perfect and obedient you are? 

and nii-san would never lie to you, would never lead you astray, would never ever want to hurt you, so you should believe everything he says without question, right? right. 

and, christ, you’re so fucking good, so sweet and precious and daddy’s flawless, faultless little rule-abiding princess, adhering to every order and regulation given to you. but daddy doesn’t deserve you, or your good nature and kind heart and eager-to-please tendencies; not when tomura sees you more often, takes care of you better than daddy ever has or ever will, so shouldn’t you be his flawless, faultless little rule-abiding little princess, too? nii-san deserves your attention so much more than daddy does, don’t you think? you owe him this much, yeah? 

of course. of course you do.

[zappedbyzabka]

Johnny has this whole aging twink look and Daniel became such a daddy. I kinda like the idea of Johnny wishing that Daniel could have fucked him in his prime because they would have looked so good together

And then wishing Daniel had been his sensei instead of Kreese. And he's kinda sad because he thinks hot daddy Daniel deserves his younger self instead of this has been

(and then IDK he goes back in time and ends up becoming Daniel's student, and hits on Daniel and it just upsets Daniel became he thinks he's been leading Johnny on and he beats himself up about it)

Aww :( poor baby👀

Daniel thinks Johnny is absolutely beautiful, young or old, but Johnny has a hard time believing it. There were a few times Johnny caught Daniel red-handed stroking it to a photo of Johnny when he was younger, still wearing those soft sweaters and polo shirts he feels as if he couldn’t pull off now, though Daniel assures him that his body drives him crazy at any age, that he finds the extra weight and stretch marks sexy, and that he wants no one else—would choose no one else, not even the younger him.

And Daniel does mean it; yes, he likes looking at pictures of Johnny when he was more youthful, still a dainty minx, still such a brat with no shame about it. Yeah, he liked to picture fucking that pretty lithe thing and see how different he would have reacted to Daniel’s dick then, if he’d been even sluttier or a little more flustered. But that’s just a fantasy; he never wants Johnny to feel insecure or like he’s not enough.

Johnny is happy with Daniel, but he keeps thinking and thinking. He doesn’t feel like he has to quiet his steps around any place in Daniel’s (their) house; he doesn’t feel like he has to make himself smaller, he hasn’t flinched around Daniel in a year.

He’s accepted all of Daniel’s love and given so much, yet he doubts—but he shouldn’t. He stares at the sun in the morning and wonders if it would all get better if he couldn’t even see himself in the mirror.

Johnny spirals a little over it, keeps picturing/imagining what it’d feel like to seduce this handsome older man, tempt him so much that he just had to get inside Johnny (which is pretty much what he did already, just at the age they are now)

Daniel deserves that prettier version of him; he bets Daniel is lying to him anyway and does wish he was young (he isn’t). He works himself up so much over it that he decides to make it hot in his brain—imagine what Daniel would look like rutting into a young Johnny, who’s moaning "Mr. LaRusso" over and over again while Daniel fucks him like Johnny knows he’s been thinking about. He wants to be that boy; instead of watching it in his head, he wants to be saved by Daniel.

He stayed up all night wondering and sneaked out to drive to Miyagi-Do. He remembers doing the same thing as a kid—feeling so panicked he’d find somewhere outside to curl up and wait for it to stop—and he lays on the patio, focusing on the colors in the sky. Those breathing techniques don’t work as well as chewing on his nails does, but he promised Daniel he’d stop. Just like Daniel told him, Kreese should have kept his fists in his pockets and swallowed his tongue before hurting Johnny like he did.

( Johnny had told him the extent of Kreese’ abuse on a bad night, where he couldn’t stop crying no matter how hard he tried. Daniel never told him to stop. "I’d never do those things to any of my students. Johnny, you were only a kid. None of it was your fault.

"I was 17."

"You weren’t when it started. You were only a preteen—")

Johnny knows it was all wrong, but he still finds himself dreaming of Kreese's stories, the snakes vivid in his mind. He finds it funny to feel bad for him, Kreese would hate the pity, he would crush it in his hands and make Johnny look.)

Daniel called him when he realized, and Johnny felt guilty for not leaving a note—for making him put in effort instead of being easy.

“Hey, sweetheart. Where are ya’?"

Johnny still feels butterflies when Daniel talks to him like that. "I’m at Miyagi-Do. I couldn’t sleep, is all."

He heard Daniel moving the bedding around for a second, assuming it was him covering himself back up. He moved to Johnny's spot.

"Is there something wrong? You can talk to me, Johnny. You don’t have to, but you can."

Johnny turns his head, looking at the Koi pond. How much do they change when they get older?

"I can’t. It’s…it’s just stuff I’ve already bothered you about before, nothing serious."

“You aren’t bothering me, Johnny, I’ll always hear you."

Johnny chokes back a sob, holding his breath and waiting for it to pass.

"Sweetheart? Ti amerò sempre. Come home?"

He wants to. He wants to. He can always see the past in his peripheral. "I’m going to set up everything I think, not sure I can go back to sleep. You can go back to bed, Daniel; it’s okay."

Daniel stays silent for a moment. "Alright. Just….make sure you’re okay. Please."

Johnny feels like a waterproof shirt, Daniel’s words unable to sink in. Why does nothing feel like it’s for him? Nothing feels good, he just feels sick. He feels sick and ridiculous, and like no one will ever understand why. "I will, promise. I…I love you a lot."

"I love you too. Everything's going to be okay, y’know?"

Johnny feels his chest uncoil slightly. "Thanks, babe. I’ll see you soon."

He fell asleep, heart slowing with a pit in his stomach.

Maybe all the thinking about it is why he woke up in some other dimension, 20 years or so younger, on a beach, bleary eyed for a good minute before he manages to get his head on straight and sees Daniel, still old, with Anthony and Sam on a blanket—eyefucking Johnny like he thinks he’s still asleep, probably because Johnny’s wearing glasses.

Geez, Johnny must have drunk something really strong or something. He swears his hands feel….smaller, daintier—and they look it too. And his body is tighter, no chub at all. How the hell is he young again? How is he young and Daniel still old? Is this another dream?

He takes off his glasses and sits up quickly, and Daniel looks away like he got caught. He was sitting cross legged with his hairy arm resting on them, wristwatch glinting in the harsh sun. He looks so good, Johnny wants to go to him and be kissed, pulled close with a "Hey, sweetheart," like Daniel always does.

Johnny breathes through his panic, counting all the things he knows are real and rubbing his hands over the sand. Looks like where he and Daniel fought for the first time.

He takes a look at the shorts he’s wearing, they look like his old favorite pair but newer, red with a white trim. He flips the pantleg of them, and yep—there are his own various doodles.

He looks over at Daniel and feels satisfied to catch him staring again. This is weird, but he might as well use it to his advantage. Hasn’t he been wishing for this?

He stands up and dusts the sand off of him. "LaRusso!"

Daniel looks up immediately, eyebrows raised. His gaze darts from Johnny’s legs, to his chest, and to his face rapidly. "Uh. How do you know my name?"

Johnny looks to the side. "You have commercials on TV and stuff….don’t you?"

Is that different here?"

Daniel puts a hand on his forehead. "My bad. Long day. You want a photo?"

Johnny smirks a little. Mr celebrity over here.

“Nope. You run a dojo, don’t you?"

He tilts his head, looking at Daniel through his lashes.

Daniel stops breathing for a second, looking enthralled. Johnny holds back another smile.

Daniel blinks, then stands up and ushers Johnny to the side with a hand on his lower back. Johnny wants to know how much it covers. "Yeah, yeah. I do. You wanna join? Sam watch your brother, please."

“Daaad, I’m not a baby!"

Daniel ignores Anthony and stops when he and Johnny are just a little away.

Johnny finds his eagerness cute. He can’t imagine Daniel has given into lust so easily—he can’t imagine he’s legit already planning on fucking him—Johnny’s sure he feels guilty, probably convinced himself he’d behave, but his hand is on Johnny’s hip now, so is he behaving?

“Yeah! I would. I already have some experience too, Mr. LaRusso."

Daniel looks at his lips as he says it. "Oh, great. You can show me some time? Here I’ll give you the address."

He pats his shoulders, then drops his head. "I don’t have a pen or paper."

Johnny waves dismissively. "I already know the address. Are you letting me join or?…."

Daniel nods, smiling politely. "Absolutely."

——————————————————————————-

Johnny found his bike and left the beach. It was difficult to figure out where and what to do next. He found the mansion but didn’t want to go back; he was glad to know he had a place to sleep. He’d rather sleep at Miyagi-do—or in their bed.

He biked around all day and cried at the end when his situation hit him. How would he get back?

He forced himself to stop wondering what was going on in his reality, wondering if he was missing or somehow still asleep after the first week. It made it easier that he was with Daniel practically every day of it, training with him and trying to seduce him. Daniel’s always taking "breaks" and coming back a little disheveled and refusing to look at Johnny.

He was afraid he would be able to stop if he looked at Johnny. It was wrong to touch himself at the thought of Johnny’s pretty face and the curve of his ass, notice the way his thighs tanned slightly, and imagine what his cum would look like all over them. He shouldn’t have taken Johnny’s headband, for goodness sake. He’s being a creep—he doesn’t want to be a Humbert, even if Johnny is 18.

Just by the way Johnny acts at times, he can tell the boy has been through things, and he doesn’t want to possibly add to any of that. He’s sure all of Johnny’s damning flirtation is just in his head, he’s not looking up at him on his knees like that on purpose.

Johnny kisses him on day seven.

[koinotame]

speaking of that horror protag hero au fic... it will forever remain in my brain. if i was better at writing and at not leaving everything i do a wip i’d absolutely make a p2 of that. and also of everything else you've ever made with her but anyways

ps could i be 🌌 anon ? maybe ?

the hero au fic with her my beloved.... definitely one of the fics i want to go back and edit and post. idk about a part two but i wouldn't mind writing more for the au in general 👁️

i like the way i ended it but in terms of what happened afterwards she probably took you to her house to patch you up. she probably lives uncomfortable close to your home (this is not a coincidence). from there she could've pretended some actual villain came in and killed the heroes instead of her and tried to frame it as you being innocent or wrongly accused, or just owned up to the murders and gone on the run with you. she's not one of the top heroes of the country for nothing though so you wind up keeping her because she is useful despite *gestures* everything about her

and just for you. here's a scrapped & unfinished draft scene i have saved for the original fic (unedited), starting roughly where you get [attacked] by the two heroes looking to arrest you:

"any last words?"

and even though you can’t hear anything properly over the sound in your ears, you gather just enough strength to prop yourself up on your arms shakily and spit onto the guy’s shoes.

you think you hear a scoff before someone (the other guy, maybe) kicks your stomach.

it’s not just your senses that’re starting to slip at this point; your consciousness is close to joining.

there’s some commotion coming from the entry to the alley, you think, but it’s impossible to see anything, let alone focus on it. you slip into sleep quickly.

it’s bright when you open your eyes.

well, bright for someone who was just asleep. it’s not actually too bright, just a decently lit room during the early evening just before sunset.

the second thing you notice is that your whole body fucking hurts. the back of your head pulsates painfully, especially when you move your head, and your stomach feels incredibly sore. other than that, though, you’re feeling much too comfortable to be in a prison cell.

a quick look around the room confirms your thoughts. yeah, whatever this place is, it’s not a prison cell. you don’t know if that’s a good thing or not.

the decor reminds you of something you’ve might’ve chosen when you were younger. it makes you strangely nostalgic, and it makes you want to go back to sleep and pretend this is just some weird, bad dream and that everything will be okay again when you wake up.

unfortunately, your splitting headache prevents you from doing that.

the door opening gives you a sense of deja vu.

her gasps are always so dainty, as if they’re practiced to perfect to seem cute and ladylike. this one, though, feels more genuine, as if seeing you awake is genuinely good news to her.

she doesn’t close the door this time, instead closing the distance to you and helping you sit up.

"how many fingers am I holding up?" she wastes no time in shoving a hand in your face, only retracting it when you cringe and try to push your head away.

"four," you answer anyway, voice croaky. she seems visibly relieved, offering you a glass of water and a pill.

"ibuprofen," she says quickly when you look at it skeptically. "but I can get you a new, unopened one if that would make you feel better…?"

you take it anyway. to her credit, it tastes exactly like the type you usually buy. you have no clue if this is coincidence or not, given that you seem to be in her private bedroom, and you frankly don’t want to know.

she watches you intensely as you drink the entire glass, then sits down on the floor and leans against the bed, leaving only her folded arms and head on it.

you’re pretty sure she takes a big sniff after practically burying her head into your lap.

her hand reaches up to yours and intertwines them soon enough. she lets out a content sigh, eyes still staring intently at you.

"[name]," your name leaves her lips like a content sigh. you immediately stiffen. "who did this to you?"

"how do you know my name."

she giggles, the noise sounding much more sinister this time around. "you’re so cute… I’d always wanted to be your hero, to be the one you’d depend on. but…." a lovesick smile spreads on her face as alarm bells ring in your head. "then you became a vigilante."

her thumb rubs circles into your hand.

"seeing you kick around creeps made me realise I wanted you to kick me around. it almost made me jealous, seeing you hurt everyone else but me."

[unknownjpegs]

1 million

The first album sells. They don’t care much for that part — well, besides how nice it is having a fuller pantry and topped-off tanks of gas. 

No, what they care about is when the website hits one million album downloads. 

It’s a cool gimmick, Benji had said petulantly. And, obviously…y’know. Punk. But I do like paying bills.

We will, Lark had responded, hands gripping his shoulders, pay so many bills for the rest of our lives, dude. We will totally pay. 

And of course Benji had rolled his eyes: Mate I get your message, okay? Delivery’s piss-poor thought.

But Lark was right. Now, red-faced from celebratory jumping and yelling into one another’s faces, they clutch and shake each other.

“One million.” 

Lark’s grinning from ear to ear, eyes bright. “One fucking million, Benji? One million.” He laughs wildly. “Fuck it, two million. Three.”

“A hundred million.” Benji gets shaken again, his friend’s fists tight in his jacket.

“You know what? One hundred bazillion.”

Benji laughs too, without his usual reservation. It’s a bit wild, loudly unhinged at the end with a waver that Lark only hears when they’re really, really blasted. 

“I got you something,” he says suddenly. Lark’s eyebrows knit tight. 

“Okay, well no. I didn’t get you anything so I don’t want it.” Benji slips a tissue-wrapped box from his pocket and holds it out. He’s not looking at Lark directly, but in the center of his chest. He tucks hair behind his ear jerkily, chin tilted. 

“Benji, if this is a goddamn ring or something —” Lark warns, kind of just to see how Benji reacts. Hilariously, is the answer: he flushes in the way he thinks is more invisible than it is, face twisting into a defensive, shy scowl. 

“Oh, don’t make me fuckin’ kick off,” Benji warns back, shoving at Lark’s shoulder while he snickers. 

“It would make sense for taxes. For citizenship —”

“Fuck’s sake, you know that saying about ball and chain?” Benji huffs. Lark nods. “I’d drag us both into a lake.”

Lark takes the box with another chuckle, head tossed back as he meanders over to the shit couch — that they can replace with a new one — and falls into it. Benji follows, perching himself with one foot off the ground, hands nervously stuffed in his pockets. 

“Morbid,” Lark intones, spookily but affectionate. “That is so morbid, man.” 

Benji watches as he plucks the wrapping paper off. Lark’s a careful sort of gift opener, and seeing him tuck a finger, careful and delicate, beneath a taped edge makes Benji sad. 

You weren’t expecting a gift. You didn’t grow up expecting them. You grew up expecting bad shit, just because. Got the shit end of the stick for what? I’m gonna throw you so many fucking parties, Lark. I’m gonna throw you a birthday party every fucking year of your life ’til we both croak. And one day I’m gonna convince you to tear into the wrapping paper, because you deserve that. 

Lark had been partly correct — it’s a jewelry box. Not anything fancy. Just red canvas stretched over cardboard. He cracks it open and his mouth drops. Benji has to look away.

The case is a sleek black rectangle with beveled edges. There are no dial decoration or hour markers or minute track: just two thin, dainty silver hands set on matte black. They flit hypnotizing in a circle comfortingly slow, ticking seconds that pass under the boys’ dual stare.

“Holy shit, Benj.” 

“It’s a vintage Sekio. Not that — I mean, it looks more expensive than it is, trust me.” Benji says quickly, immediately winces. Fucking daft thing to say. “I had — I know a guy, it was in such shit shape when I got it off eBay, he fixed it up nice. You would not believe how —”

Lark slaps his free hand over his mouth. “Holy shit.”

“M’dah got —” He licks his lips when Lark’s hand comes away. “Thanks. Anyway, remember when my dad got…like when he made me finish school, yeah? Before we could start doin’ this.” 

Lark nods, unblinking eyes turned up at him. 

“He got me that watch. Cheap one, not that I’m ungrateful, but he went and had this thirty-pound thing engraved. Little thumbs up emoji, right, because every letter cost more.” Benji laughs at the memory. “Thought that was sweet.”

“Sweet. I’m going to kill you if there’s something on the back of this.” Lark announces, lifting the leather band and turning the watch. “Oh, go fuck yourself.”

1M :) is etched into the center back, angled edges catching light from the bulb hanging from the ceiling. 

“Thought I’d get extravagant with four letters, y’know. ‘Cuz we’re famous or whatever.” Benji jokes. His voice is a little tight to even his own ears. “And you can’t even slander me with it. Y’show people that, they’re gonna assume you’re some kind of pretentious corporate dickhead who celebrates his first million dollars.” He grins. “Get fucked.”

“I’m putting it on and then punching you in the face.”

Benji watches him struggle with it, eyes blurry with tears and sniffling. He drops onto the couch  next to his friend, his bandmate, this special and unequivocal fucking force in his life. The watch goes on much easier with help, and when it’s fixed in place Benji taps it with a finger.

“There.” He lifts the sleeve of his jacket to knock the wrist brandishing his own shitty watch against Lark’s. “One million.” 

Suddenly, Lark’s fists tightens in his jacket again. He brushes the fabric aside to take Benji’s shirt instead, clutched hard. Benji blinks at him. Lark’s dark are wide and wet as they circle his face. He shakes Benji again, scoffing in disbelief.

“Dude, you’re just… you are such an asshole.” Lark sniffles. Benji’s hand comes up to pat his mess of smooth black hair away from his cheek, where it sticks on a few tears. “Jesus. One million. Okay, listen, I don’t know how I’m supposed to — I’m just gonna kiss you, and if it’s weird, it’s weird. Yeah?” 

“Why not,” Benji laughs, and then he’ being dragged forward. “Not the weirdest thing we’ve done.” 

And for a second, it’s not the weirdest thing they’ve done. 

It’s just a close-mouthed press of lips. Maybe the excitement of the moment, the lingering shred of adrenaline, or the full-chest gratitude makes it more. Lark opens his mouth and then Benji tilts his head. Then it’s a kiss kiss, like a frantic one with a stranger at a club. Lark tips forward until Benji falls back, his head knocking against the torn armrest.

Their hands rest briefly on each others’ shoulders, but it’s exactly that — brief. Because Benji thinks oh, those are Lark’s hands at the same exact moment Lark thinks oh, those are Benji’s hands. 

In tandem, they both scowl into the kiss and jerk away. 

Lark rolls completely off him, falling ungracefully to the floor as he wipes his mouth. They both stare up at the ceiling for a moment.

“Ew. Weird.”

Lark hums in uncomfortable agreement, tapping his fingers on his stomach. “Really weird, actually. Never again.”

“Thank-you note’ll do for the future, mate,” Benji deadpans after another stretch of silence.

“Fuck off and die,” Lark snorts, sitting up to punch him in the arm hard. “You use too much tongue.”

[forkingmyself]

#1: i’m afraid of myself and i hate it (it’s a lyric. sounds like something my musty emo teen ass would say but its a lyric.)

I wanted to come up with something original for my blog, but, well... can’t think of anything. And my main reason of starting this blog was because I want to vent and rant and go batshit insane. I’m not doing this to be creative and incredible and fabulous and a good writer.

I like to fork myself was the title of late Daul Kim’s blog. She was magnificent, I loved her work and I think she was veeeery pretty. I’ve always enjoyed reading her posts and I still do it up until now. I was going through her entries and thought, hm, maybe I should write something too. Maybe then when I finally killed myself for real someone would comment, damn, they were gone too soon. Then maybe some rando would comment lol glad she killed herself. Whatever. I don’t care. Perhaps I do want to be remembered in a way and I want to leave something in this world. 

Perhaps that’s because I just enjoy attention very much. Perhaps I just want everyone to know they’ve done me wrong and if I ever killed myself they’re responsible for it and I want them to feel guilty about it. But perhaps I’m just a silly little girl with silly little thoughts also <3

ANYWAAAAYY. About the title. I listened to plenty of Keshi back then when I was in junior high school. He wasn’t as big as he is right now (which is good for him and for everyone, of course. I’m the opposite of gatekeeper. I want people to give love to people who deserve lots of it) and I was like, “damn, would be great if I could see this guy live” and boom. He toured to Jakarta a while ago. I couldn’t afford the tickets, though, and I don’t really listen to his new releases so I ended up not going.

Well, I still listen to him from time to time. I used to love xoxosos, the reaper, and onoffonoff a lot. An awful lot. I KNOW. Girl you were barely sixteen you don’t need to be listening to all that BUT I had my first lesbian breakup and bitch it really was that bad. And, well, now that I had another one... I find myself completely fucked. That’s how I end up listening to songs-that-certainly-fucks-me-bad-in-the-head again.

I just wrote something romantic and tender. Hell. Who was I kidding? Age gap relationships don’t work.

They’ll eventually find people around their age. Even if with you things line up perfectly, there’s someone out there who can provide better. Better and easier. No need to wait for them to catch up with you. Or, well, to put it harshly: they’ll find someone they can fuck without feeling much guilt. Damn. I wish it’s that easy for me to find someone to fuck...

When I say I’m a Lana girl I don’t mean just the cigarettes for breakfast and the dainty outfits. I like old ass people LIKE I always fucking let myself get fucked by people way older than me I never fucking learn. At this point I think I’ve developed a kink for it and I wish I was kidding. I simply have no self respect. I genuinely think this will happen again because... yeah... perhaps I’m enjoying it. Because I’m a masochist a pervert a fuck up a everything bad and horrible.

I should go to therapy but I’m so ashamed of this. Of everything that ever happened to me. I have no difficulties writing it but saying it out loud with my mouth, while presenting myself as this wretched body and face, saying this as an ugly ass disgusting person and not just some stranger on the internet... would be embarrassing.

I’m just so embarrassed of myself. Really.

Aaaah. This is so naive but I actually can’t wait to grow up! I know it will be hard, I know, but let me be, okay. I want to have a job. I want to have money. I know it will be hard and I might want to take it back, but the idea of having something to look forward to is... great. I suppose. I don’t know what I want to be. I was never passionate in this field and I don’t have strong opinions about anything. People around me are so incredible and so passionate about making changes, while I just sorta... float. I’m barely getting by. I think my grades will drop this semester lol I don’t give a fuck about anything anymore. I wish I could be so incredible and amazing that people who left me will regret doing so but damn... I... don’t care. They were right for leaving me because I’m a good for nothing!

I think for now I’m setting my goal on a divorce lawyer. I want to help women escape hell.

Maybe I’ll kill myself but for now things in my life are going well! I had a breakdown over noodles yesterday. I made noodles and left some for my parents when they come back, but they didn’t eat it. I ended up eating it myself and cried. But earlier my Dad said he was saving it for this morning, and when he checked the dining table, the noodles are gone... I said I ate it. He said he wanted to eat it. I was happy.

I love him... I love my family. I feel bad for turning to this. I really want to make them proud. I want to get a nice job and pay for things and buy them nice stuff before I leave them forever because well religions are non negotiable I suppose. 

I WANT TO BE HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I really do like I’m not kidding

I don’t know what kind happy I was thinking of when I said that, but just... happy. Myself. Having a pink hair and wearing a tank top that shows my massive tits so I would stop being so embarrassed of myself. Not covering up. Not hiding.. not embarrassed of myself... and with a gf too. Aaaaaaahhhhh I want it so bad.

Anyway. So. Yeah. Let’s just stick around and see! :)

[canumoveurseatup-no]

the fear of starting over pt. iii

summary: sometimes you have to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive.

word count: 6.8k

pairings: tony x black!reader ; OOC!dark!bucky x black!reader

warnings: kidnapping, abuse, weapons, swearing, mentions of marital rape, mentions of being impregnated from rape so please beware and make sure you’re 18+ and in the right mindset to read this!!!!

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“Love and abuse cannot coexist. Abuse and neglect are by definition, the opposite of nurturance and care... Too many of us need to cling to a notion of love that either makes abuse acceptable or at least makes it seem that whatever happened wasn’t as bad... To begin by always thinking love as an action rather than a feeling is one way in which anyone using the word in this manner automatically assumes accountability and responsibility”

     -Bell Hooks in All about Love

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“Get him to stop crying, Nat,” Bucky hissed and was pacing, Steve and Natasha sat in the corner trying to get your baby to hush.

You woke up with a pounding headache. Mouth dry, neck stiff and hands tied. You don’t know where you are but you know it’s not where you’re supposed to be. The whining of Levi had you zoning in on your surroundings and you’re in what looks like a cabin.

“H-he,” throat dry from not being tended to in hours with nothing to quench it, “He.. l-likes frozen mango,” Steve hurried to get some, knowing they already had it in their freezer... it was a light snack Bucky often enjoyed... one of the things Levi got from him.

Bucky hurried to turn himself to you, same sick smile on his face realizing you were finally awake, “My pretty girl, she’s awake,”

You didn’t miss Natasha glaring at you. She never knew what he saw in you. You were you boring and dainty, not always walking around with a chip on your shoulder. She envied you for not being a brooding bitch like she was. 

“Why am I here, James?,”

“Didn’t Steve tell you? I want my family back and no one is leaving until you agree,”

You choked out a sob and pleaded, “Why do you want me so bad? Why can’t you just let me go and leave me? Why must you come around and ruin my peace? Huh?,”

He grabbed your face in his hand and squeezed hard. Flashbacks began flooding your mind, making you wheeze. You hated reverting back to that time inside your mind.

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“Y/N why must you always do something to make a fool of me, huh?, You get a rise out of me hating you?”

You sat quietly and shook your head. You had only made his colleagues laugh, taking the attention off of him for a fraction of a second. Bucky wanted you to stand and look pretty. He wanted you to be seen not heard, he wanted everyone to know what a bombshell his wife is but he didn’t want you to open your mouth, afraid your words would be a beautiful tune and you’d hypnotize them like a snake charmer.

He’d never admit it, but Bucky was threatened by you. He was threatened with how well rounded you were, by how well you worked with others, by how well you worked through adversity, by how smart you were, by how selfless you were. By how human you were... the fact you weren’t an experiment and your ability and hard work came from the heart. 

You were something he never could be and he’d be damned if a woman had more redeeming qualities than him. At first he didn’t mind but throughout the years he’d grown to hate you for the very things he loved you for to begin with.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he snarled.

Not many things scare you but you were too ashamed to admit that your husband was one of the things that did.

“I’m sorry,” you whined. You hated to see him angry, because that means there’s just another action you have to add to your list to not do.

“You’re sleeping by yourself tonight. Maybe think about what you’ve done tonight and fucking fix it,”

You scoffed and tried to bite your tongue but the words were too hot in your mouth you had to spit them out, “So, that’s it?,”

“Excuse me?,” 

You saw his fist clench and you knew this was it, this was the moment he hit you so hard you’d be done for.

“So you send me to my room a-and punish me by sticking your cock in the gates of hell? I’ve come to terms with your cheating, James. It’s not much of a punishment anymore and I know it sucks to hear that because now it might take you a while to get it up, I mean knowing it used to hurt me...that’s your kink,” you swirl your finger on the rim of your wine glass, “Quite funny actually, still need me on your mind to even get your mediocre cock up to fuck some mid pussy,”

The hit that landed on your mouth didn’t stop you from nearly laughing. The one time you dished even a spoonful of his medicine back, he blushed and got embarrassed.

“I’m sure you just added that little hit to your spank bank, huh?,” 

He hated to see you smile, he was the only one who was supposed to deliver a smile like that.

“Y/N, I’d tread lightly if I were you,” He warned.

“Why? or else you’ll beat me black and blue? Might wanna be careful, wouldn’t want you busting too early before you even have me completely unconscious,”

He slapped you out of your chair and you groaned loudly. You made a sound mimicking a camera going off. He spit near your foot and walked away. Steve walked in with you sitting on the floor and didn’t say a single word. Didn’t even act like he saw you or that he knew what had just happened a minute before he walked in.

Steve was a blind sheep, following Bucky and Nat knowing if it came down to it, he’d be the one getting thrown under first.

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“Y/N, I’m not going to make some pitiful speech about how much I love you and need you and my son in my life. Because quite frankly I don’t, but nobody walks away from me,”

You sat quietly, it’s the first time he’s been truthful in a long time, about how he didn’t need you, he just wanted you as a prop, wanted you there just to play house.

But he was scared of being alone, all of this is just a bunch of shit he needs to unpack.

“I just want my baby to be okay,” you whine, “Do whatever you want to me just don’t hurt him, he’s innocent,” You just wanted Tony to swoop in and save you but from the looks of this place it may be a while before he even gets close and who knows what will happen between now and then.

“Oh, I intend to. I guess it’s time to drop the bomb on you that I have very powerful friends in the system who helped erase those divorce papers. So legally, we’re still married,”

Okay, now you threw up, you knew Bucky was fucked up but you didn’t know he’d drag other people into this. It made you sick that he even went that fucking far to nullify your divorce.

“Damn, am I that bad to be married to?,” he thought this was funny. You looked at Nat holding your son, seeing him fighting to get out of her grasp calling for you but neither of them would allow him near you. Steve came back and immediately gave Levi a piece of the frozen fruit, he hushed for a bit, now distracted from the bad people around him.

“Why me?,” you coughed, “Why do you want me so bad. You have Nat,”

He shrugged and tiptoed to avoid your vomit on the floor, “I would have left you alone if you hadn’t gotten pregnant but you know a child is what I wanted, had you just done it sooner I would have treated you better,”

“I couldn’t have one sooner because of the stress you put me through!,”

You’ve literally never dealt with someone as delusional as Bucky.

“If getting back together is what you want... I can’t give it to you,” You gulped heavily and the next words that come out of your mouth set the tone for the rest of this endeavor.

“You’ll have to kill me. I’d rather die than be in that spot with you again. You stripped me of everything I had to offer. There is nothing left of me for you,”

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“Fury, I quite frankly don’t give a damn if your men are working endlessly. My son and Y/N are missing! Four of your highest profile agents have gone off the grid, what aren’t you getting?!,” Tony was working day and night since that night you and Levi went missing. That night he came back from the store was one of his worst nightmares. He did everything he could to make sure you two were safe. He’d rather Bucky take his anger out on him than you two. Anything could be happening right now, anything could have happened by now. 

He hasn’t slept, not until he finds you two and when he does, he’s not responsible for what happens to Bucky and his entourage. Tony was not only working to find you but was working on upgrades for his suit to be able to take out the two super soldiers and spy. Tony was way past the point of trying to verbally resolve things. Someone dared to touch the two people he loved most in this life. He immediately had Fury put out an APB on them throughout the entire country. 

He wasn’t sure what would happen if anything happened to you. He should’ve taken you two on that small shopping trip with him. He felt all of this was his fault. If only he didn’t leave you alone then you wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Tony, I understand what you’re feeling but you have to slow down just a little bit,” Bruce was working on getting any heat signatures that could possibly be you. They created a specific technology that would tell who a person was just by their body normal body heat.

“Slow down?,” he looked at Bruce incredulously, voice cracking and eyes welling, “Bruce if I slow down then Bucky’s plans speed up. I have to be faster than him, I have to be ahead of him. He could be hurting her. He’s an abuser, she ran for a reason and now he’s got his hands on her and our son, I can’t slow down,”

Their faces are plastered on every billboard, on every article, newspaper, news casting. They’ll find you. 

“I believe I’ve found something,” Friday says

“Give me whatcha got,”

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Wanda was calling Nat over and over and over to “warn” that the authorities were looking for you and Levi and that they might wanna turn themselves in. She really had Friday working with her to help quickly locate you. Wanda wasn’t as close to you but she couldn’t stand by and not help in anyway that she can.

“Nat why would you put yourself in this position?,” Wanda ranted, “You set yourself up for so much legal trouble doing this,” she whined like she cared. They set themselves up for this, there’s no way they’d get away with this, or get out alive. 

“It’s okay, Bucky just wants his family back and there’s nothing wrong with that,” 

Wanda wondered how she could sound so nonchalant.

“Natasha, Bucky is legally not supposed to be anywhere near those two! There’s legal records of this! There’s nothing chill about abuse or kidnapping or any of this!,” 

Natasha doesn’t really understand her role in all of this if she’s being honest. She knows Bucky will always run back to her but if she could have it her way, she’d have been killed you. 

“Those records are gone. They’re deleted,”

“No, Natasha, they’re not!! They’re sealed so fucking tight that God himself would have a hard time cracking into them. Tony pulled out all stops for Y/N. You should have known this wasn’t the right thing to do,”

Natasha laughed in Wanda’s ear and Friday had pinged quietly to let Wanda a location was found even if it was a burner phone. Friday was on it. 

“That’s your problem now. So self-righteous. Have you ever thought that maybe doing what is supposedly right isn’t the way to get what you want. Fuck the rules. Now stop calling or she’ll be dead faster than those pitiful tears of yours can fall,” 

Wanda rushed to the lab where Tony and Bruce were working tooth and nail to find you. 

“Friday and I got a ping on Natasha’s location,”

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“We’ve got an issue, Bucky,” Natasha scowled, throwing the phone down, “Turns out Tony pulled out all the stops and sealed the records so tight damn near no one can access them other than a few select anonymous people. Legally, you’re still divorced and you’re not supposed to be anywhere near her or her spawn,”

“Watch it, that’s my fucking son, you’re talking about,” Bucky got in her face and it was a different demeanor than what you’re used to seeing him use with her.

“I think this kid has made you soft. You don’t need him or her, Buck,” Natasha smirked at him, giving his energy right back.

“We’re not going anywhere without my son,”

“For Christ’s sake! He’s not your fucking son!,” You scream while shaking against your restraints. Bucky immediately forgets his issues with Nat right now and turns to you. He steps and stands directly in front of you before taking your face in his vibranium hand and squeezing so tight you think he might break your jaw.

He got dangerously close, so close you can smell the spearmint on his breath and smell her perfume on his shirt, “It was my fucking seed that knocked you up. No matter what you may fucking think while you’re on your morality high horse, that’s my fucking son and I will kill you before I let you try to take him from me again,”

“Then kill me, Bucky,”

It was sickening to see his eyes soften at your words, like they hurt him some how. Tears kissed his eyes while he stared at you.

“You’d really rather die?” He choked out. God he was good. So despicable but could easily switch it up at the flip of a coin.

“I would die ten thousand painful deaths than be with you again. Y-you beat me, y-you committed marital rape. You stalked me, threatened me, hurt me, cheated on me. Why would anyone want to be with you?”

“Can’t you see I love you?”

“God, James! That’s not love,” you cried out. His idea of love was so warped and you don’t know how it got that way, especially when you always made sure to give him the healthiest form of love you could give, “You’re so twisted, and warped! You’re full of your own lies!”

His chin quivered at your words and some part of you sadly felt bad. Looking at him like this reminded you of your old Bucky. Some part of you wanted to reach out and hold his face and wipe his tears away. Until you remember this is an act of his, he knows what he’s doing and you can’t let him win.

“I would rather endure the torture you went through with HYDRA than be with you again,”

That’s when he snapped, as if he couldn’t get any worse. He hauled off and slapped you causing you to shout out in pain. You hadn’t felt his strong hits in a while. It would have been different if it was consistent like it used to be, you would have been used to it but now, you screamed and cried like you did the very first time.

“You wouldn’t even be able to handle it… that’s what makes us different. I’m strong- you’re weak. You can’t even handle a little slap or a little rough sex, you ran away! That makes you weak,”

“That was never sex. Y-you took what you wanted,”

“As a husband should,”

“You’re sick!” Wild eyes and tears falling you looked at Steve and Nat, begging them with your brown irises to save you, but they just stared as if you deserved this, “Y-you hurt me so bad I had to go to the doctor, Bucky, that wasn’t sex! I-it wasn’t love making. It was rape!,”

“Stop saying that!,”

“Why?!”

“I’m not some rapist,”

“You are, Bucky!! Face it! Why do you think I ran away when I found out I was pregnant?! Huh? Because. you. raped. Levi. into me!,” your voice cracks as you admit the truth.

This is your first time saying it out loud and it hurts. Not even Tony knew this and it hurt that the first people you admit it to are the ones hurting you. The ones who don’t deserve to see you in this much pain, who don’t deserve to see you this vulnerable.

“I begged you to stop. You threw out my birth control pills. You waited until I was drunk from sleepiness to pin me down and do what you did. You sound proofed our house so no one would hear me screaming and crying and begging for you to stop because it hurt so bad. So don’t you fucking call that sex, James!,”

“That’s not what happened,” he looked to Steve and Natasha, shaking his head as if to say you’re lying, “I would never hurt- I would never do that,”

It’s not like he needed to explain himself, they had no reaction anyway. They would believe him over you any day and this is clear.

“I love my son and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. I just- I just wish you weren’t his father. I- I wish you didn’t do what you did to me for me to have him. I wish you just loved me the way you said you would, Bucky. I deserved NONE of this! Levi didn’t deserve to be brought into this world under the circumstances in which he was conceived but I knew no matter what I would love that child because it’s not his fault! He is my heart outside of my body and you already hurt the one inside of me, I won’t let you do it to the one that I brought into this world and will fight to protect,”

“Maybe I hit you too hard,” Bucky mumbled, “I didn’t do what you’re saying I did,”

Your eyes burned. You wondered how he could stand here and lie like this. It shouldn’t surprise you though, he lied under oath, denying everything. But his abuse is something you would never make up, it’s something you would never confuse with something else. Something you would never forget…

“How could I have ever loved you?,”

“Because I’m good at what I do,”

———

“Find my babies, Friday, please” Tony begged, tears flooding his eyes. Natasha was good, making sure her phone didn’t ping to one cell tower so it was difficult to find exactly where they were. Tony had been running the signal for hours, crying his heart out.

He just wanted to find you two, safe and in one piece.

“I should have stayed home. This wouldn’t have happened if I stayed home. Please help me find them”

“I’m trying, Sir. I promise!,” The AI’s voice was urgent and stressed, knowing how on edge her boss was. Neither never knew how hard it could be to pinpoint a location. He didn’t want to overwork Friday but you two needed to be found. Nothing was working though and the work had been endless.

He would never pull his punches anymore if anything happened to you and Levi, he would kill everyone that had a part in this and then some, he would kill anyone who supported Bucky and his actions, but he couldn’t think about any of that right now, he had to keep his head clear so he could make the right calls. 

“I found a safe house. Turns out it was one of Clint’s old safe houses for his family that Nat knew about. It’s been abandoned for years now,” Friday notified.

“I need you to let Fury know what you found, we’ve got to conduct a plan to get Y/N and Levi out safely. We can’t go in there guns blazing, there’s a child in there,”

“You got it, boss,” 

Tony can’t keep still, if he keeps still he’s going to cry and if he cries, he won’t be able to keep himself together, and if he can’t keep himself together then nothing can be carried out safely and well... you get the idea, all of it would be ugly and it could out your lives at risk, more than they already are.

He was praying to every deity he could think of. He was feeling too much right now. Relief that they may have actually found where you are but the fear of not knowing what he could find when he gets there. He’s trying to remain positive but it’s hard when he looks at the odds, you’re strong but with Nat and Steve by his side it could get dark.

He can’t lose you and Levi. Putting his love for you on the back burner, you were his best friend before any of this, before Bucky, before him stepping into you and Levi’s life to be his father figure, before any of it. Of course, it’s safe to say that if something were to happen to you or Levi, he wouldn’t just be losing two people, he would be losing a son, he would be losing a best friend, he would be losing the very family he’s dreamt of night after night for as long as he could remember.

“I’m gonna find you two,”

Fury and a few other spies come into the room and begin setting up, “Let’s make a plan and get those fuckers,”

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“I really did love you,” Bucky muttered. Natasha and Steve finally left you to alone, you were scared, not for your safety but for your son’s, he was out of your sight and you don’t know where they took him.

You feel disgusting. You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Bucky has only ever untied you to let you use the bathroom. You’ve been surviving off glasses of water and toast with a single knife stroke of butter. He hasn’t let you shower and it makes you feel gross but he does change you into clothes that are his. You hate to admit it but... the scent of him brings you some sort of comfort, maybe because at one point, it did.

“I could tell,” you retort sarcastically.

“I did... I mean I still do. Look at you, willing to die to protect our son, it’s admirable. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart,”

“You don’t really think any of that about me. Face it. You’re mad that I created something that you couldn’t hold a light to. You’re mad that Tony loved me in ways you could never,”

“Well it’s a shame considering you’re leading him on,” Bucky smirked, “You’re literally using the man as a stand in daddy because you know you don’t feel the same way but fuck it, because his spot in your life is coming with benefits right?,”

“Fuck the benefits. I love Tony. I’m just scared because of the trauma you caused. I’m constantly over analyzing his words and action because I’m scared of the possibility of him turning out like you,”

“So why start over? At least with me you know what you’re getting, right?” he gave an airy smirk, huffing in a quiet chuckle, “You know my triggers, you know how to keep me happy so why are you trying to start over?,”

“Because I deserve better, Bucky,” your shoulders tremble as you talk, trying to keep yourself together, you’re tired of him seeing you like this, “You don’t think I deserve to be in a healthy and happy relationship? You don’t think you deserve to get help so you can be that for someone else?,”

Bucky’s hand caressed your cheek, it was so gentle you weren’t sure how he could perfect an action so sweet. You hate that your body reacted in the way that it did, leaning into his hand, answering his touch.

“I don’t care about anyone else. I care about you,” he said with conviction, “You matter to me only because you’re mine and we work. If you stay, I can show you that I will be better for you. I can show you I’ve changed. I can be a good dad to our son. We can be good parents to him... but if you try to cross me or run away you will regret it,”

“Bucky no,”

“Baby ssshhhh, shhh. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay,” he sang, “I’m gonna untie you, okay? I’m gonna let you see our baby, but you got to act like you have some sense,”

--

“You let her out?!,” Natasha gritted, she looked at you as if you were some serial killer, you had no idea why she looked t you with such disgust. You didn’t want Bucky anymore. You begged him to leave you alone so at this point she needs to redirect her disdain. 

“She agreed not to try anything,” Bucky brushed her off.

“And you believed’er?!,”

“I think all things considered, I’m probably the most trustworthy person here,” you cut your eye to Natasha and watch her snarl at you, “This entire time I have been trying to get away from all of you so he can have you and you can have him, so you can stop acting like I’m taking something from you!,”

You had way more than enough of her attitude toward you. You’d been trying to do her a favor this entire time and for some reason she’s mad at you?

“You like the attention, just admit that,”

“I would rather braid seaweed in the deep sea with my oxygen tank running out than be going through this!,” you shout.

“Enough!,” Bucky yanked you away from her so he could get in her face, “I don’t know what has gotten into you but you need to cut it out!!,”

You can see his spit land on her face and you flinch, memories flashing before your eyes of you being in the same position. You feel as though you shouldn’t feel bad for her but you can help it, you wouldn’t wish this on your worst enemy who just so happens to be... her. Even though she had it easy, she had... you... she had you to be his punching bag, she never had to be that for him because you occupied him long enough so that by the time Bucky came back to her, the anger had dissipated and what was left was just primal sexual energy, the passionate, sexual energy you deserved during your marriage. You deserved the consensual, mutual pining that they shared, without the yelling. 

“At the end of the day she is still the mother of my child! She will always have a place in my life because of him so you can either shut the fuck up and endure it knowing I fuck your brains out at night ooorr you can let me stick something long and hard in your mouth one more time before I pull the fucking trigger if you have that much of a god damn issue!,”

“Bucky, that’s... that’s horrid just stop!,” hearing Bucky threaten you was always appalling but to hear him do it to someone else was... was bile-inducing. 

You watched him inhale deeply before letting it out slowly as if he was meditating, he turns back to you and smiles, you worried he’s going to hit you and you’re surprised when he doesn’t. Instead, he gently caresses your cheek before planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Why don’t you follow Stevie so he can take you to look after our boy, yeah?,”

You didn’t have time to think about what was going to happen when you leave the room because you wanted to hold, hug and kiss your son. You needed to see him and make sure he was okay. 

You immediately pulled away from him to follow Steve and you were thankful you made it far enough away so you couldn’t hear anything that was happening in there.

When you finally got to the room where Levi was and you couldn’t control the sobs that took over your body. He was just now waking up from a little nap and he called for you.

“Mamaaa,” he whined.

“I know baby, I missed you too,” you held him as if you may never get to hold him again. You don’t know Bucky has in store for you and Levi and you hated the uncertainty of what could happen.

Steve stared at the way you interacted with Levi, which prompted him to spew the bullshit that soon came out of his mouth.

“You really love him. You’d do anything to protect him,” his arms folded and voice low. How calm he was in a situation like this had your nerves going haywire. How does anyone just stick around and watch this happen?

“Of course I do. What monster births a child and doesn’t love them? I’m not perfect but I’m not that terrible.” You ran a hand up and down Levi’s back to keep him calm despite the fact that you weren’t. You were doing your best to make sure he wasn’t sensing it. “And of course I would do anything to protect him. It is my duty as his mother to love him, nurture him, care for him, and keep him out of harms way,”

You watched amusement dance across Steve’s face for a second, “If that was the case then you wouldn’t be fighting to get away from Bucky. If you cared about your son, you would let his real father be in his life and you would be a family for him,”

“Even if that means one day he sees the bruises Bucky leaves on me?,”

“You know what to do to keep that from happening,”

“So all the abuse is my fault?,”

“At the end of the day you know what to avoid to keep from setting him off so just use your common sense. You would be happy if you just didn’t tick him off,”

“How many times do I have to tell you all that no matter what I do, it doesn’t warrant him putting his hands on me!,”

You forgot you were had your son in your arms for that split second, not meaning to raise your voice. You’re at a standstill, you don’t know how to get out of this, you don’t know what to say to make them see that none of this needs to happen. That all of you can be happy going your own way.

“I loved that man more than any of you will ever know! I’m not some super soldier that can take a hit from another super soldier, I’m a human for fuck’s sake. I loved him, Steve. That’s why I stayed, left, came back and left again and came back again over and over again! I always believed he could change but he never did and it got worse,” You choked on your words and you want to believe you saw something flash in Steve’s eyes. Levi’s little brown hands tangles themselves in your cardigan, holding you tighter. You felt embarrassed with Steve seeing you like this, crying, on your knees, holding your son but if he’s never seen raw emotion before, he has now.

“I left and stayed away the last time because I knew I had to love myself and my child more than I loved some man who beat his spouse black and blue because they made his coworkers laugh at a harmless joke,”

You didn’t even try to wipe the tears from your face, you don’t know how you still had anymore to produce.

“You don’t know fear until you’re sitting at the dinner table with someone who swore to love you and never harm you, not knowing if that was going to be your last meal. You don’t know fear until you don’t even plan things in advance because you don’t know if that person would kill you before you got to that date. You don’t know real fear until you can’t even celebrate your own birthday because it might also become your death day if you allow anyone to show you attention even though it’s your day!!,”

His crossed arms fall to his sides as you continue to speak. He was softening up at the truth you spilled. Now that he’s face to face with you and seeing you broken down like this he knows it can’t be faked.

“Even something that was supposed to be as passionate and sensual as making love was terrifying!,”

“Y/N...” Steve spoke.

“No!,” you declare, “You don’t get to speak on this! There would be times where you saw I was hurting, where you would walk into the room as he was berating me as if nothing happened. No wonder you two are such best friends,”

“I’m not him,”

“You enable it though which makes you just as repulsive as he is because you see nothing wrong with his actions,” your voice drops low, not sure if you should bring up what you’re about to. But fuck it, it’s a valid question, “Peggy was a strong woman who stood on her own... if you two ended up getting married could you imagine breaking her down like this? Secretly being envious of the very things you loved her for at the beginning? Putting your hands on her a-and sending her to the hospital? You would stand here and say you’d do that? You’d really do that to someone you genuinely love?,”

“Of course not, that’s sick!,” his face was quick to turn red as he finally voices his stance on the matter.

“So why are you letting him do this to me?,”

“Because I owe you no loyalty,”

“So my safety and the safety of a child depends on you owing fucking loyalty? That’s absolutely vile! My life depends on whether you owe me loyalty or not? Just fucking kill me now why don’t you,”

“I didn’t want to be a part of any of this!,” Steve gets close and personal, squatting down to your level, “I’m only here to make sure Bucky gets what he deserves and that’s his family back. If you love Levi the way you say you do and if you care about your own life so you can be here to watch him grow up, then do the right thing,”

---

“He’s not stupid, he’s expecting us,” Wanda said into her com, “Sam, does Redwing have eyes on Y/N and Levi?,”

Sam was quiet, he hated that any of this was going down. He’s hurting, knowing that three people he considered friends were doing this to you. He hated himself for not knowing about any of this sooner, he hated not knowing that Bucky, Steve and Nat were this cruel. Sure Clint was with them but to hell with him, Sam never considered him a friend anyway.

“They’re in the furthest room with Bucky,” He replies as Redwing shares the visuals with Sam.

“We’re gonna have to take out Steve and Natasha first before we can even get there,” Tony acknowledge. He so badly wanted to go in there and just kill them all but his son was in there, he couldn’t risk shooting blasts or bullets and one going astray, injuring you or Levi. 

“As soon as they drop, Bucky is gonna know that something is up.” Wanda added. 

“No matter what, he’s going to know and it’s going to get ugly,” Sam retorted.

“Fury is everyone in place? We don’t need to kill em but at least knock them out,”

“Wakefield, Sandon... do you two have a clear shot?,” Fury was ready for this to be over with. He was nauseated by the actions of those who were supposed to be the “good guys”. He hates that he put them in a position of power to have the upper hand to do something like this.

“We do, boss,”

“You know what to do,”  

Before anyone can blink, the two agents shot tranquilizing bullets and they watched Steve and Natasha hit the floor.

“Redwing still has eyes on Bucky and Y/N. He hasn’t moved,” Sam reports.

“All right, everyone close in,”

Tony has never had his attention zoned in as much as he does now. He just wants to get you and Levi out of here and maybe kill Bucky to remove him from your lives indefinitely. 

He counted how many steps it took to get to the front door and into the house.

One... he noticed how the grass danced around his left foot in the breeze that kissed his face gently. He’s thankful that he created a suit to move as languidly as this one did. Creating no mechanical noise as his body moved.

If Tony wanted to show off, that one step would be his first and final step, because he would just fly in there and snap Bucky’s neck before he can ask what the fuck was going on.

Except he proceeded.

Two..

Three...

Right foot.

Left foot.

Six...... he can hear the hooting of owls, was never one for creatures and their habitats, having been surprised that some resided in the state of Colorado. 

Seven... Yes, Colorado. Where Bucky had transported you, far away from Tony but it’s no surprise that they had taken you across the country to hide you.

Eight... how many days he had to go without you. Days he sent searching for you, eight days than ran into each other after no sleep until they finally got a lead.

Nine. Ten. Eleven. 

Twelve... the number of panic attacks and breakdowns he had since you and Levi went missing. Yes, he counted.

Thirteen... he can hear his own heartbeat and it’s palpitations. Stomach swirling not knowing how this is going to go, scared that it will get messy and go left. He doesn’t care if he gets to land blows on Bucky as long as he can get his hands on you and your son and get you the hell out of dodge. 

Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen.

Seventeen... seventeen different Gods he prayed to, begging them for their help in finding you and Levi safe. He’s scared and Tony doesn’t admit that much.

Eighteen. He’s on the first step. Nineteen. Twenty, he’s on the porch.

Wanda’s red tendrils flow past Tony to unlock the doors.

Twenty-One. He’s over the threshold and steps over Steve’s body. Some dark part of Tony wished he was stepping in a puddle of crimson that flowed from Steve’s body, letting him know that he was dead but alas... him and Natasha had only been put to sleep.

Twenty-two. Twenty-three. Twenty-four, he’s passing the kitchen and making his way into the hallway. He sees the door that you’re behind. He can hear talking, he doesn’t know what is being said but he can’t worry about asking Friday to listen in and report back to him on what the voices are saying. 

Tony knows that there are agents surrounding the house to make sure Barnes doesn’t get away. He’s scared to get to the door. What if Barnes knew that they were there all along and hurt you and Levi before he can get the door down?

Thirty-two steps is what it took. 

Thirty-two steps to get his heart absolutely shattered.

Shattered at the sight of you pulling away from Bucky’s lips with Levi sleeping in his arms.

“Get down on your knees. Hands in the air,” Agent Wakefield stepped past Tony with his gun pointed at Bucky but you stepped in the way.

“Woah! What’s going on here?,”

“Ma’am I need you to get out of the way,”

“W-what no!,”

“Y/N. We need to go!,” Tony reached for Levi but you and Bucky both stepped back.

“Go where, Tony?,”

“Home. You, me and Levi are going home right now!,”

You looked back to Bucky and his eyes bored into your soul. You were frozen. You knew you needed to leave but something was keeping you here. Something was keeping you from taking Levi from him and walking into Tony’s arms so the agents could arrest him and Natasha and Steve. 

But you watched the way Bucky’s jaw set and this was a test. An assessment of your decision-making skills to see if you’d been listening... listening to the ways him and Steve were dropping for you to survive.

Don’t trigger Bucky. 

You smile at him, as naturally as possible before turning back to Tony and speaking words that took his breath away.

Not “I love you”, No... words that broke his spirit into pieces, pieces he’s not sure if he’ll get back. Words that he thought he would only hear in his worst nightmares.

“This is home... and Levi and I are staying... h-here with Bucky. We’re going to work on being a family,”

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assistance please! | e.kirishima.

♡ pairing: eijirou kirishima x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.6K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: workplace!au, internship!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: eijirou kirishima loved being an intern, he had great co-workers, had a shot at his dream job, his boss had taken quite liking to him and of course, being the favourite intern had many, many perks.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut,  ( kirishima is in his twenties ), power dynamics, sub top!kirishima + power bottom!reader,   heavy!praise kink, heavy!miss + mommy kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), oral ( female receiving ), squirting, tummy bulges, cumplay, creampie.

♡ author’s note(s): hihi everyone!! today i present to you my contribution to the bnharem on the job collab! i had a lot of fun playing with different dyanimics in this fic, i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!! make sure you chek out the other works from the other amazing creators!! <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“oi! ‘shima! you’re needed in the boss’ office right away, she’s got important business for ya!, wants t’have a word. now.”

eijirou ducks his head politely in a sign of gratitude, thanking his co-worker and superior, keigo— for the heads up. keigo, or better known as hawks around the office ( for his fast speeds in completing work and luring lonely interns into his bed ), was a nice guy— second to the lady in charge and way too chatty. he was a bit of an air head, got the job done when it needed to be but that’s what kirishima was for, the replacement while keigo took his vacation time in the middle of the year like an idiot.

he wasn’t too sure why you kept the blonde around, he supposed it was because he was pretty but eijirou wouldn’t dare question you— he needed this internship if he was going to make it big in the sports news reporting scene. he’d been majoring in sports and healthcare at college, two years away from graduating when the opportunity to work for yn ln, one of the biggest sports journalists in japan had landed right in his lap. of course he was going to take it, of course he was going to do everything he could not to fuck it up.

in the cubicles beside him, the other interns try to muffle their giggles and titters of curious laughter as the red head gathers himself for the meeting.

“oooo, i wonder what you did this time,” kaminari teases from the right, leaning over his side of the cubicle to fiddle with the odd bits on kirishima’s desk. denki kaminari was another person kirishima wondered how the hell he got into the programme, but then again he was pretty to look at and brought a lighter air to boring office days.

“nothing! i’m innocent!” eijirou defends, hands releasing his files to fly up in defence.

the other interns, going by the names of mina ashido, kyouka jirou and hanta sero snicker amongst themselves at the interaction.

“don’t believe it, s’obviously more than nothin’ if you’re always getting called down’ta the boss lady’s office.” bakugou, another intern, grunts out with his nose deep buried in files for upcoming reports. he was a little too rough for the journalism lifestyle but got the job done. his attitude wasn’t for everyone. “they’re probably fuckin’.”

mina giggles and kirishima steps out into the paths between desks. “don’t be such a sourpuss ‘suki, just ‘cause you’re not her favourite.”

a lose ‘shut up’ is huffed, before katsuki turns to face his taller, buffer companion. “just don’t be late, bunch of us are goin’ for lunch later.” he adds and turns back to his paperwork.

“affirmative, catch ya later!”

the group waves the red head off as he heads to the elevator directing him to the main floor— this is where all the higher ups worked. the journey wasn’t unfamiliar to the intern, he wasn’t like the others and had the steps to your office memorised by heart. sometimes it was like walking home, to his comfort and sanctuary away from the stressors of work and the outside world— he knew that was bad, but you were so kind, such a sweet and understanding boss he couldn’t help but develop some level of comfort towards you.

to most, it seemed like eijirou kirishima was just unbelievably close to his boss, that you’d taken him under your wing.

he however, knew what you had, meant more.

a fluttering warmth spreads across the intern’s chest as he approaches the door to your main office and he knocks. behind it lay mountains of secrets upon secrets, things that kirishima knows about you that no one else does. the walls have hidden words, written across them in fonts of passion and admiration and it’s all that he can think about. you’re all that he can think about, and it’s still wrong. there’s a shuffling deep in the room and some flitters of paper here and there before your soft, velveteen voice breaks through the barrier between you. the one thing keeping you apart.

“come in,” you call smoothly and kirishima follows your orders swiftly, if not eagerly, entering the four walls of your office. ruby eyes dart across the room to locate your position and his heart skips a beat when he finds you, body leaning over your dark oak desk, papers scattered across it while you frantically sift through numbers and stocks and nonsense way above the level of a journalism intern. but even amongst the chaos, you’re beautiful— eyes sparkling with productivity, lined in little flecks across the colour of your orbs. the way you dress never fails to steal away eijirou’s breath— a tight fitting leather skirt that hugs your mature curves and a white blouse with the bottoms popped open— just enough for him to get a peek at your cleavage.

the poor intern has to hold himself back from blurring the lines of work and pleasure to shove himself deep into your chest, suck and lick at your plush breasts until he was high off the taste of your skin. but he wouldn’t do that, yet. not without your permission. “oh eiji baby, there you are!” you coo to the red head, bright smile stretching across blood diamond painted lips. you cross the room in three short strides, tall black heels clacking against the smooth white marble until you’re standing in front of and looking up at kirishima. “was starting to think keigo had ditzed like a pretty boy and had forgotten to send you my way, darling.”

eijirou’s cheeks flame at the smoothness in your syrupy voice, like sweet honey to his hears, the pet name striking a familiar heat deep within him. you always had a way with your words— enticing, almost like a siren calling out to him despite the taboo aura that surrounded what you had. whatever it was— he just knew it was more than your typical boss-intern relationship.

“even if he had, ‘m more than happy to be of service to you ma’am,” he responds almost a little too quickly, large hand rubbing the back of his neck and tugging at his baby hairs to ground himself.

you cock your head, eyes sparkling with mischief. “always such a helpful, good boy eijirou,” you hum, lips pulling into a devilish red smile and the praise causing a new spark of lustful electricity to crackle through the air. “i could use a little assistance, please, i have this awful meeting with the board today, spent all night preparing and couldn’t go home, i could use some stress relief,”

kirishima’s gaze becomes hooded as he looks down at you, a familiar and bright desire burning in the pits of his stomach. “oh yeah? sucks that the paperwork kept you up all night ma’am…” he trails off, choosing to let his fingers dance up and down your sides— snaking an arm around your waist to pull you into him. you couldn’t or you wouldn’t go home. he’s not sure if he cares about the answer right now— not when you tremble in his grip, itching for something, anything from him. “how long do you reckon we have ms. ln?”

“ten to fifteen minutes sweetheart, give or take,”

you grin widens, taking an impossibly closer step to your intern— pressing the swell of your breasts against his hard chest. he can feel your nipples pebbling through your blouse, almost visible behind the white fabric and god the way you look up at him— he can no longer wait, he needs you. right here and right now.

“will you be needing my assistance throughout, ma’am?” kirishima asks, voice dropping a few octaves until it falls into a low growl.

“i expect it. you are my intern after all.”

the words laced with deep huskiness, the proximity of your bodies and the rising heat in the room is what leads you both to tumble into the next series of events. before he can’t register it, your mouths are slotted together in a fast paced and sloppy kiss, kirishima’s body manoeuvres you around the office, marking out a familiar pathway to your desk—his tongue remains sliding over yours in rapid movements as he commits your taste to memory, refreshing those from the last time he had you like this. yet every time you kiss and his tongue glides over yours, you taste sweeter than before; like peaches and morning coffee— you feel softer in his grip, every dip and curve to your body like it was built for him.

eijirou can't stop thinking of that last time, tucked away in your office after dark when your dainty hands pawed desperately at his hips to bring him closer or scratched at his back from sheer pleasure— kirishima wants to see you like that against, using his own hands to tear through your shirt and send buttons flying across the room. something in him just wants to do good for you, have you ache for him and earn himself some of your sweet praise. even as you step and stumble towards your work desk, the red-head lets his lips break away from yours, connected by a string of your own saliva before he drops to your neck, lapping tracks over your skin with the temptation to bite down and paint it shades of deep purple and blue.

but there are rules that you both have in place; ways to keep what you have a secret and hidden away from the public eye so that you don’t lose all that you’ve worked for and so kirishima can keep being your precious little intern.

“jump for me, please ma’am,” he whispers heavily into the junction between your neck and your shoulders, breath laboured and warm against your skin that begins to shine with light perspiration. mindlessly, you follow his orders, jumping up while your fingers curl into the mass of red on kirishima’s head and ankles lock around his waist—his hands meet the backs of your doughy thighs, squeezing the flesh between calloused digits while you toe off your heels.

“eiji, you’re so good,” you manage between feather light breaths as they clatter to the floor as the pair of you somehow make your way to the desk chair, pushing and tearing the clothes from one another’s bodies— including your crisp shirt. now seated and left in nothing but your bra, you tug harshly at your intern’s locks and bring his mouth down to yours, allowing them to move together in a dirty, messy kiss. there’s barely any time for you both to mess around, for him to tease you until your limit and you’re crying out for any type of touch from him, so eijirou quickly

flips down your bra, exposing your chest to cool, air conditioned air—not even bothering to unclip the material as his fingers descend on your nipple, pulling and twisting them until your back arches from the stimulation. “hurry, please eijirou,”

obedient as ever, your favourite boy drops to his knees in front of the chair you stay slumped in and with his height, he still manages to tower over you, practically at eye level with hunger framing the ruby of his own. large hands knead at your plush thighs, hiking your skirt up and up to give you room to spread your thighs, cunt growing sticky from anticipation— all from a few measly touches in familiar places. but this is kirishima, and he knows how your body works from countless hours spent after the office closes up— using one another to blow off extra steam. he knows just what makes you tick and moan his name.

logically, eijirou knows that your meeting could start at any minute and even though you’re both in a stickler for time, he still wants to get a taste at your skin before devouring your most intimate parts. he’ll make time to explore every part of you, to assist you in your stress relief. “‘m sorry miss, yn,” he whines needily, watching your chest rise and fall with want, feeling your body heat up and twitch from the ghost of his fingertips across your blemished skin. “gotta have a taste of you before the real deal, hope’ya don’t mind…”

latching onto the left mound of flesh at your exposed chest, kirishima sinks the point of his teeth into the area around your nipple— just enough to graze your skin and pull a sweet mewl from your mouth. you’re both lucky for the soundproof walls, your head thrown back in a lewd moan he lets his pink tongue roll over your bud in vicious circles. heavy, fat globs of saliva pool over the pink muscle, pouring down kirishima’s chin and painting your skin with a slick shine. “h-how...how could i mind angel, not when you treat me s’good,” you heave, vision fading in and out due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure flashing through your body in waves of hotness. “always doin’ so well for me eiji, aren’t you such a good boy?”

“yes ma’am,” the intern confirms with a erogenous slur, pacified and content on his knees for you— sucking, licking and biting at your chest to his heart’s content. “‘m your good boy,” he corrects you, however. eijirou feels most happy when grazing his tongue over the swell of your breasts, watching your face carefully for any twitches of delirium, it lets him know how hot aroused he makes you feel— that knowledge shoots straight to his cock, rock hard in his slacks while the redhead watches his boss writhe in her seat all for his eyes only.

such a dazzling view, and it’s all for fucking him.

your perfectly manicured nails run through red hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp until you’re forcing his head back and pulling kirishima off of your breast with a pop. “as much as i love seeing a pretty boy suck on my tits like a baby, we’re pressed for time angel, gonna need you to speed it up a little,” despite the softness to your face and the sudden evenness to the tone of your voice, the words that you speak to eijirou are vulgar, nasty, and turn him on to his wits end. “want you to eat me out eiji, can you do that for me?”

shaking his head, yes, beautiful claret eyes shining with acquiescence, kirishima wipes the spit from his chin with the back of his hand— like the tainted, dirty intern he is. you sigh down at him salaciously, ready to tear his innocence apart all over again. eijirou was always so willing to please, both in his work and behind closed doors— you would be a fool to not take advantage of that. with brute force, your intern forces your legs apart, eyes rolling back in his skull from the scent of your sex, dripping with your juices right through your underwear and stockings. overexcited, he rips through the flimsy material at your cunt, exposing your panties for him to see.

“you’re so...so wet ms.ln,” kirishima comments observantly, not even bothering to pull your stockings the rest of the way down your legs, instead opting to pull on the whole until it’s wide enough for his mouth to fit. “smell s’good, bet you taste even better,” there’s a patch on the crotch of your panties, darker than the rest of the material from where you leak and without a second thought, the red head instantly surges forward to lick a stripe over it, letting out a choked gripe as the taste of your cream from over the fabric invades his tongue.

you let out a shrill cry, hips jumping up at the first brush of his tongue against your untouched, clothed pussy. you wriggle even as kirishima holds you down, needing the heat of his mouth against you before your meeting starts. but he’s so good, so well trained, reaching up to your hips to yank your panties down in one fluid motion. leaning forward, kirishima savagely buries his face between your doughy thighs, hiking them over his shoulders from beneath the desk. his nose bumps against your clit, swollen from the lack of touch as he greedily inhales your scent once more— without warning, the intern kicks a stripe up the length of your pussy, sucking your juices into his mouth and smiling against your heat.

“d-don’t tease baby, be good for me,” you remind kirishima, your body trembles with anticipation, craving an orgasm to expel the stress of your work days out. the boy between your legs only hums, the sound running straight though cunt and vibrating against it, causing you to gush and spill your arousal out onto the leather seat beneath your cheeks. eijirou feasts on the slick that seeps from your fluttering hole, gliding his tongue up and down your sex, allowing the occasional pressure from his nose to stimulate your bundle of nerves.

the pads of his thighs burn marks into your legs, using them as leverage to pull your heated core further into his mouth, “can’t help it ma’am, y’got such a pretty pussy...s’only right that i worship you…” eijirou breaths right against your puffy folds, eyes trained on the way your hole clenches around nothing. a primal urge flares in his chest, a desire— no, a need— to see you filled with something, any part of him that can make you see stars and fuck you dumb. “‘m sorry, ‘m sorry you jus look s’fucking pretty miss…”

attaching his lips to your clit, the redhead pushes the spit gathered on his tongue right over your sloppy sit, hazy ruby stare watching as his saliva mixes with your juices and slides over your empty hole. he follows the oozing trail with his tongue, lapping it up and spewing it back into your sex until the pink muscle slips past your entrance— slipping inside of you with no prior warnings. your knuckles that grasp the arms of the chair as you’re spoiled between your legs by your top intern, his hands snaking their way around the tops of your thighs to spread your sticky pussy lips apart in order to bring more of you to the cool air of the office.

“you like this don’cha? dirty little boy,” you tease the poor boy, watching as his cheeks flame with embarrassment. “being a naughty little intern between your boss’ thighs all to keep on pleasing  her, keep your position at her company, huh? fuck eiji, you just love miss riding your naughty tongue—ohmygod—“

the way you sound, voice smooth like chocolate over the obscene slurping that fills the thats air heavy with the scent of sex and, makes eijirou’s cock jump up, precum oozing from his tip as he begins to rut against the hard floor beneath your desk. he makes an attempt to respond, but your thighs lock his head in place and his words come out muffled against your core. “mph, luh it, you’re s’sexy, please ma’am—“ he mumbles sordidly against you, practically humping the ground at your feet as you pick on him.

for a brief moment, kirishima pulls away to watch you roll your hips into nothing, hot tears beginning to brew into our hooded eyes from the satisfaction he brings you with every flick and flit of his tongue against where you need him most. written in your eyes is the command to keep going, your hands twistingly sharply in red roots to bring the intern back to your sluice, spasming cunt. so he does as he’s told, shoving his tongue deep inside your ribbed, iron hot walls and dragging tip along them to collect and taste strings of your viscous juices.

biting your lip, you do your best to hold back a voracious howl, bucking your hips feverishly into your intern’s face and staining his cheeks with everything that you have— he thrusts his tongue into you to the pace of your own hips, moaning against your slippery slit until your eyes are rolling. “gonna cum from this eiji, from you eatin’ me out like this...jus need a little more— need your fingers pretty boy,” you can feel the twist of the knot in your lower tummy starting to unravel, signifying your oncoming high, and the room starts to spin while kirishima eats you out with new vigour.

“yeah? miss? you’re gonna cum for me?” the intern practically whines and pulls his tongue from your hear, almost crying as his hips thump against the floor desperate for friction. “wanna see you come undone s’bad, please cum for me, please, please—“ eijirou chants, replacing his tongue with two of his thick digits, watching as your slick cunt stretches around them accommodatingly. he jackhammers them inside of you, grunting lowly underneath the slaps of his palm against the meat of your ass, as he returns to your clit to suckle on it hungrily. his fingers curl instantly in search for the spongy spot inside of you— bearing down hard against it once it’s located.

“oh—hah, right there baby— right fuckin’ there—!” you squeal, only egging him on as white starts to cloud your vision, everything sounds so nasty and wet, while eijirou stimulates both of your pleasure spots. it becomes hard to breath, legs wobbling around his broad shoulders, but your intern doesn’t let up, determined to bring you to cloud nine.

“that’s it ma’am, right there—you’re almost there, can feel you clenching around my fingers...please cum, fuck i want your cum, wanna taste you so bad, cum. cum. cum!” and that’s all it takes, eijirou’s pleading voice between your thick thighs to make the coil inside you snap and for your orgasm to wash over you. you convulse in your chair, nectar gushing freely from your raw and overstimulated cunt, spewing all over the redheads face as he continued to lap at your clit to ride out your high.

but he doesn’t stop there, scissoring his fingers deep within your velvet walls as you continue to cum, making you shake your head and wail from the high levels of ecstasy.

“please eiji—n’more, can’t, no—“

“you can miss, i know you can—fuck you look so pretty when you’re about to squirt for me, please…”

as quickly as your first high ended, another one comes crashing over you in harsh waves— rocking your world as clear liquid floods from your pussy— the sheer force of you squirting, pushing kirishima’s fingers out from your tight, sappy hole. your release hits the floor with a crude slap, both of you moaning loudly almost for the whole world to hear. he doesn’t stop sucking, clearing up your pretty cunt even as you fade in and out of consciousness from pleasure— he stays lapping at you with burning, languid strokes of his tongue between your folds even as you weakly attempt to answer the phone now ringing from your desk.

clearing your throat, you muster up the strength to sound professional over the line before picking up the phone and bringing it towards your ear. “good afternoon, this is yn ln of shinku sports reports, bringing you the latest sporting news, how may i help you?”

‘this is the board, we need to discuss this month's stocks and reports.’

from the corner of your eye, you can see kirishima rise from his place underneath your desk— standing tall over you once more while you converse with the directors on the other end of the phone. as quietly as he can, the redhead tears through the buttons on his shirt in a similar way to you, prior to you fucking and unbuckles his slacks. he pulls down his boxers and pants in one go, revealing his thick, hard girth that stands tall and slaps against his stomach— tip an angry shade of red as precum smears across his lower belly.

you nod into the phone, forgetting that the board can’t see you as kirishima lifts you from the chair and lays you on your back across the desk littered with unread papers. “ah yes, i’ve been expecting a call from you…” you whisper so quietly instead, not caring if they’ve missed what you said. you’re hardly paying attention, choosing to wrap a fist around eijirou’s cock, slickly pumping him to prepare him to take you— he parts your thighs, eyes closing and body shuddering above you while you continue to converse with the board.

spreading the droplets of precum across his slit and iron hot tip, kirishima takes his cock from your grasp— heavily slapping it against your sensitive and swollen clit to see you jolt up the desk. “gonna fuck you so good miss, jus’ be good ‘n stay quiet for me okay?” he says, a whimper catching in the tail end of his words. you nod to him, rushed and way too eager, laying your head back on the hard wood your swimming gaze settles on kirishima as he taps the head of his cock against your hole, teasingly pushing it just past your entrance before withdrawing again.

‘ms. ln, are you still there? we really are pressed for time so we would love to start by discussing interviews for the next issue—‘

you forget that you’re still connected on the line, settling for wriggling impatiently underneath your intern, who’s caramel tinted skin glistens with sweat and his cheeks begin to flush with unadulterated desire— all from watching the way your puffy folds lube up his shaft with every push through them. you can see him losing his resolve, just as sensitive as you since he’s been holding back an orgasm and without the hint of a warning, eijirou’s hips jump forward and drive his cock into the deepest parts of your sex— brushing against your cervix. you gasp out in surprise, finally losing focus and barely manage a more comprehensive response to the board you have waiting on the line. “y-yes!— yes, yes, i’m still here… you may proceed with the meeting.”

he’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve ever had— and you’d seen a lot being a woman of your caliber this high up in the industry...but no one could compare to the way your sweet, doe eyed gentlemanly little intern filled you up, fat cock stretching your walls even with the shallow thrusts into your cunt he gives you to adjust. the weight of his girth sits heavily inside you, twitching as kirishima slides into you easily due to the stickiness lining your gummy walls, breath shaky and uneven as he holds out for you during this time. you can tell the poor boy isn’t going to last long, fingers sinking into your thighs with a harsh grip while he tries to hold himself back.

such a good boy, always waiting for your every command.

‘so we’d like to talk about the main feature for next month’s issue, do you have anyone in mind?’

the monotone voice of the board member is drowned about by kirishima’s shaky breaths above you, his pleading puppy dog eyes while he stills himself inside your spasming, puckered hole— he waits for permission, following orders like a trained pet even though he can hardly stand it, overwhelmed by the flutter of your sex around him and heat from your body despite thrown over the desk. “y-you’re s’warm...god ma’am...need to—need to move,” the redhead huffs weakly in order to keep himself quiet, a line of sweat dotting his brow. “please,”

you sit up on the desk, legs locking around his slender waist to draw him closer, sheathing more of the poor boy inside of you until he’s completely bottomed out and balls deep inside your pretty cunt. he drops his neck to your shoulder, tongue lolling over your salt licked skin before biting down to pacify himself, sharp teeth almost drawing blood while you adjust the cord of the phone. “i was thinking…thinking that we got the hockey player— the oylmpic champion…” your eyes drift to kirishima’s complacent face, giving him a nod to start moving while he sucks another bruise further down his onto your collarbone. “t-touya...touya todoroki—!”

you hiccup but play it off with a cough when kirishima pulls back his hips, so far that his girth completely leaves you, before he drives himself forward with one powerful thrust and fills you right up again. looking down, you see him bulge in your tummy, the line of his girth prominent against your body— slightly dwarfed in kirishima’s arms. you rock your hips, coaxing your intern into your warmth to help him build up a momentum of thrusts.

‘sounds like a good choice, do we have anyone who could interview him? i believe we can have PR set up an interview this week.’

the desk creaks below you, hard wood groaning along with the red head who hides himself in your neck, squeaking pathetically as he moves inside of you— precum smearing along your gummy walls that welcome his hardened shaft. your pussy opens up for eijirou like it’s welcoming him home, still growing used to the pleasure-filled burn and stretch of him pushing in and out of you. the nerves on his head catch amongst your inner ridges, making his toned body shake in ecstasy.

“m-ma’am, feel s’fucking good, so fucking good...” your intern hums against your salty skin mawkishly, large palms dropping to the flesh of your ass— kneading it to bring you closer to his body— cock barely leaving you due to your proximity. with slow strokes, eijirou fills you up, painting you with what leaks from his tip— prodding at your cervix and brushing up against your sweet spot in ways that make sweet nectar dribble from your hole.

your digits curl in his hair once more, the phone slipping from between your neck and creating rustling on your end. “eijirou,” you sigh breathily, humping back his cock while you squeeze around him selfishly, keeping your intern inside of you. “i-i mean eijirou kirishima, he’s an intern— such a… a good one at that…”

a immodest whimper brews in the base of eijirou’s throat, bubbling against his bruised lips  while you shower him with praise, indirect to him, hand snaking up to the back of your neck— tangling in your baby hairs as he pulls you up to a sloppy kiss, slotting your mouths together and running his tongue over yours. “f-fuck mommy, ‘m i your good boy? please tell me yes, fuck, yn— ma’am,”

kirishima’s voice rises in octave as it does devoir and pathos, vulnerability stays written across his handsome features as he succumbs to the mind break the heat of your damp, creamy core as he fucks into you. you throb at his use of mommy, shakily pulling the phone away from your ear to reach up to his own, nipping the earlobe and tugging on it gently. “you’re my good boy baby, keep being good eiji, be quiet...you gotta stay quiet if you want to keep fucking mommy okay? you wanna cum inside me right?” you say, words aberrant and low toned  on your tongue, your intern hisses and whines in response— nodding his head again and letting out a barely coherent ‘yes’. “then shh, baby, let mommy talk yeah?”

“hm’kay,” he babbles, dropping his ruby framed gaze to where your bodies meet, hiking your skirt further up your thighs to get a better view of your cunt staining his heavy balls with a layer of your slick.

‘ms. ln, are you sure that you want an intern to cover this case—’ the board begins to ask you, muffled from the distance away from you both.

picking up the phone again, you pull the line towards you again— mindful of capturing eijirou’s weak little mewls over the device as he languidly pumps himself in and out of you. “i know what i—fuck, what i want. eijirou, will be—oh— on the case. that's final.” you huff, watching your intern fall into a pussyhaze, his precious mind fogging with thoughts of only painting you white inside and out as a reward for helping relieve you of stress. the slow roll of his hips into yours are accompanied by the soft slaps of his skin against your own, wet and sticky— determination to make you feel good crackling across his mind.

‘there’s no need to curse, ma’am, do you need a moment to recollect yourself before we proceed with discussing the other features.’

“i’m fucking fine,” you growl, in anger or need you don’t know. but kirishima frowns, you can feel it as he start nosing up your cheek— swiping his tongue over areas of skin he hasn’t touched just yet— he grunts possessively , unhappy with the use of your title coming from anyone other than him. to prove his point, he pushes your thighs wider apart, letting you drip all over the documents sitting below your ass and ruining the ink— important or not he starts a brutal pace into your cunt and presses down on your tummy so you can feel exactly where eijirou is inside you and know that only he can make you feel this way.

‘ms.ln—‘

“i’m fine. keep going.” you grit your teeth, biting your lip to hold down your panting— again you don’t know who you’re speaking to. your intern who slows the movement of his hips, postponing in and out of your tightened hole, clamping down on him eagerly or the stupid board member giving you grief on the phone.

they proceed to talk, barking out suggestions to your sports magazine, that you hate— even considering bringing in good for nothing athletes who’d treated you like shit in the past, and you’d sworn to never work for them again.

but it’s almost silly, how kirishima lets out small moans of mommy and ma’am, trying to keep your attention on him like you would give up grinding down on your intern’s dick for some prissy member of the board over the phone— but you love the slight possession eijirou has over you, moulding your iron hot walls into the shape of his fat dick that presses up against your pleasure spots, makes you convulse and drawl and become addicted to everything that is him. eijirou kirishima.

“takin’ me so good, so well ma’am...don’t think i can hold on anymore…please,” eijirou warns you, losing control of his body as he takes you for his own like he’s done many times before after hours— your gazes lock, you can see his desperation to ruin you, moan for you despite the people on the phone and the people outside your office.

if he grows too loud, he could give you away— they could be listening in to your poor needy little intern humping you like a feral dog and whining your name. and as much as that thought makes your hole spasm around his fat cock, make his thrusts stutter and eyes screw shut while you moan in sweet, almost silent harmony, you love your job and so weakly, you take two of your fingers, shoving them deep into eijirou’s mouth as it hangs open in heavy pants of warm air. you press down on his wet tongue, fucking into his mouth in tune with the pace of his hips plunging deep within your walls, churning up your syrupy and sticky insides.

“keep quiet, baby,”  you hiss to the redhead, who’s eyes start to brim with fresh hot tears from the overwhelming pleasure. “let mommy take care of this, yeah? finish up so you can let it all out on me.”

he sucks on your fingers to calm himself down, shallow breathing while he paws at the flesh on your sides and circles his hips into yours— letting his leaky tip bare down on your sweet spot and forcing the air out of your body. white hot pleasure flashes through your bloodstream, replacing any air of professionalism flooding through them. you can’t, you physically cannot hold back either of your orgasms— you can’t concentrate as your mind starts to fall away with the world and your gaze hones in on the way kirishima takes your fingers in his hot mouth so deep in an attempt to hush himself.

the coil in your tummy begins to unwind and the room swims once more. ‘ms.ln is everything okay over there— we need to progress with his meeting if we’re—‘ the annoying board member sounds underneath kirishima’s sloppy groans, saliva dribbling down the sides of his mouth. your dirty, good boy.

“i’m going to need to take a rain—hah— a rain check on this meeting. you’ll hear from me when my interns and i are ready—“ you huff, cutting the staff off and quickly throwing the phone onto the hook, you’ll have keigo deal with the consequences later but for now you focus on kirishima who picks you up by the ass, lifting you up and down on his cock in frantic movements as he finally loses all connections to his control. “ohmygod—eiji baby, slow—fuck, down—“

he shakes his head, latching onto your collar bone as he revels in the way you leak down his shaft and drip between his balls, lewd squelching sounds fluttering through the air hot, sex scented air at full volume. “‘m sorry ma’am— i can’t… i’m really close, i really need’ta cum...please ma’am...mommy, i’ve been good—please let me cum...“ eijirou groans heartily, from deep in his chest as if he’s finally releasing what he’s been holding back— arms flexing and the sweat from his body slicking up your own.

limbs shaking you wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your foreheads against one another, while you nod. he worked so hard to make you feel good, all day long to do the best job that he can— pressing small kisses to his lips encouragingly. “you can do it baby, one last thing for me— fill me up eiji, cum for me.” you whisper between bites and sucks on his lower lip, lined with a vibrant shade of red.

“cummin’, cummin’...miss yn, mommy—!” and then his hips come to a halt, his dick pulsing as waves of his cream line your insides with an opaque white, thick and seeping down your thighs. his fingers drop to your sensitive cunt, slipping quick circles over your swollen clit to bring you to your high. his cock never stops pumping in and out of you, pushing his seed further into your sex while you writhe and fall over the edge into your orgasm— gushing so hard you force him out of plugged and full hole.

losing his strength, kirishima collapses on top of you, pressing out both to the hard wood seat which you’re surprised  is still standing, his lips pressing fleeting kisses across your face and neck while you both come back down to earth.

and then he looks up at you with a weak smile, “did i do good?” he asks you lazily and almost sleepily— refusing to budge from laying atop you and almost crushing you with his weight.

pushing back his hair to soothe him. “always eiji, you’re not my favourite intern for nothing,” you coo at him, pulling him up to press your lips to him in a soft kiss.

“i sure hope you don’t have any other favourites, i want to be the only one who assists you like this,” kirishima says, remaining tangled with you for a moment more in your office, content with snuggling into your exposed and bruised side.

you share a sleepy giggle, intending to clean up later— eijirou completely forgetting about the lunch he’d promised the other interns after your meeting.

oh well, assisting you was a much better treat than spending time with any one else.