#i’ve got both p much ready to go they just need fleshing out properly and middle bits added

[stellewriites]

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[babbushka]

Ink

3k, N S F W 

He’s got a killer headache, when you walk through the doors. Normally, he’d be too engrossed in the minutiae of going over the facts of the case, of learning his cover, of of of, to notice someone puttering around. But tonight, he’s too aggravated from dealing with the bullshit of the world, too annoyed, too keyed up. So when the little bell chimes, when you step into the station lobby, he’s snapping his head up to get an eyeful of you.

Because of course it’s you – who else would it be at two in the morning? Who else would be walking his way, weaving through the desks in the bullpen with a thermos of coffee brewed exactly the way he likes from the metal percolator his ma gave him when he first moved out?

He’s so relieved to see you that he could cry, and maybe he does, hot tears of frustration pricking at the corners of his eyes that he rubs away. You’re soft, edges gone fuzzy as he blinks at you with tired vision, tipping his head up for a kiss that you’re so eager to give him. You pluck the cigarette from between his lips and lick into his mouth real slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes him want to sit you on his lap, makes him want to bury his face in your tits and just exist wrapped up in you.

Instead he winds an arm around your waist from where you’re standing next to him as he’s seated at his desk, smokes and smokes, fills the air with grey that makes the whole world hazy.

“I’ve had a real bad fuckin’ day, honey.” He grumbles around his cigarette, huffing and puffing and grinding his teeth in that way that makes you want to shove your fingers in his mouth or your tongue, just to let him alleviate some of the pressure.

His shoulders are tense from the stress of it all, of this case. He’s tense and he’s angry and you hate to see him so angry, so you drape yourself across his back, you slide your hands up and under the holster which wraps around his frame, you warm the leather with your hands in soothing strokes. As much as he wants to stay mad, he can’t, not with you so close, not with you lovin’ on him like this, so he lifts his face from where he’s frowning into a file in front of him, lifts it and shoves it into your cheek as he stubs the last remains of the cigarette into his ashtray that lives on the desk, hot tongue licking a stripe across your jaw.

Needy, hungry.

He’s always so hungry.

“I can tell,” You say eventually, coming around from behind him to gently push away the manilla folders and papers that litter his small corner of the bullpen, pushing them away to make room for your ass as you sit facing him. “In that case…I think you need something a little sweeter than this coffee.”

His eyes blow wide, inky black with lust and heat, simmering behind his thick lashes as he works his jaw, the muscles in his cheek tensing and clenching as his hands smooth up up up your thigh, slip under your skirt.

“Spread your legs for me.” He murmurs, transfixed at the way he reveals your skin with each inch of the fabric that he bunches up around your hips, slowly savoring the tease.

You lick your lips and let your knees fall apart, slip one leg carefully up and over, Flip’s shoulder resting in the crook of your knee.

“Like this?” You ask, coy and playful, as if you don’t know, as if you hadn’t been doing this for years.

“Just like that.” Flip says anyway, expertly unbuttoning his jeans to pull his cock out, desperately hard and needing relief.

He strokes himself for a minute or two just to get some of the tension out, just because if he doesn’t do this now, he’ll fuck you hard and fast and come in you too soon – he doesn’t want anything over too soon, not now, not tonight. Tonight he’s going to give you the pounding you both need, the railing you deserve.

He jacks off with the sight of your legs spread barely a foot from his face, but the angle is all wrong, he can’t – he wants – he doesn’t know how to articulate it, too wound up to properly ask, so instead he’s out of his chair and kneeling on the floor in front of you.

He’s tall enough that he can perfectly fit his head between your legs, and he does, he does and just breathes in the smell of your sex, can feel the wetness that’s started to collect there on his lips, on his cheek as he nuzzles his face into the soft skin of your thighs. You’re absolutely littered with marks down here, bright red and deep purple and muted greens, all different stages of his teeth and tongue claiming you as his own.

He’s excited to press more into your flesh, to sink his jaws into the meat of your thigh. Maybe it’s the case, maybe it’s just his mood, but when he looks at your soaked panties, when he looks at the way your breath is coming in a little heavier, he can’t help but feel primal.

He runs his tongue over one of the bruises, the one he gave you this morning when he ate you out before going off to work, before this fif-fuckin-teen hour shift started, before he got himself neck-deep in paperwork and bureaucratic bullshit. As he does, your thighs quiver underneath him, he groans, lets a finger or two make their way to gently pull aside your panties, tease between your folds so gently, so reverently that it has you shivering up on the desk.

“I fucking love this pussy, you know that? You know how much I love this hot cunt of yours?” Flip asks, licks up the crease where your thigh ends and your pussy starts, and that act alone has the hand that’s been carding through his hair tightening just enough for him to grin against you.

“Why don’t you put that mouth to good use, hm?” You’re breathless, and you laugh when he suddenly manhandles you up the desk more properly, presses your back against the cold wood.

Your back arches as he rips the cotton of your panties in two, come sticking to the cloth in little strings that have him guessing you fingered yourself before coming over, fingered yourself nice and slow so he could fuck you real easy. He leans over to kiss you, to make out with you, grateful and so appreciative of all the little things you do for him.

“In a minute,” He says against your lips, and you don’t mind the wait because while he’s making out with you on his desk, his hand is fully concerned with fingering you some more, judging for himself how stretched and pliant you are, putty in his hands. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

You hum at that, the praise making your cunt clench around his fingers, and he chuckles just a little into your mouth.

He pulls his fingers out of you with a wet sticky pop and licks them into his mouth, cleans the taste of you off his fingers with a small moan.

“So sweet.” He says, letting the clean fingers grasp your jaw, pry your mouth open so he can rub his thumb along your tongue, stroking it.

His dick is leaking now, dribbling all over his jeans, and he strokes himself again for a while, trying to stave off coming. Not yet, he thinks, he can’t blow his load yet, not when he hasn’t even really gotten started.

So instead of blowing his load, he drops back down to the floor, wastes no time diving into your cunt.

“Phil!” You gasp excitedly, head thrown back, one hand grasping at the edge of the desk near your face, the other tangled firmly in his hair, keeping him in place as if he would ever leave, as if he’d ever stop eating your cunt out.

If he had his way, he’d spend every minute of every day between your legs. Sometimes, he gets his way.

This is one of those times.

“Fuck ketsl,” He groans, the deep deep deep baritone of his voice vibrating up through your pussy, up into your stomach where the butterflies dance. “You’re soaked.”

“I know – I,” You hiccup, shifting your hips enough in the grip he’s got on you to get his nose pressed right up onto your clit the way you love, “I wanted to get ready for you.”

“You came here to get fucked, that it?” He asks between thick broad licks of the flat of his tongue, between your folds.

“Uh huh,” You moan, eyes shut tight, hips squirming and rolling into his mouth as he slurps up your slick, swallows it down with a moan of his own. “Please?”

He doesn’t know what you’re asking for, if it’s to come or to get fucked by his cock or what, but he’s not ready to leave your pussy just yet, so he shakes his head, scratches up your cunt with his mustache, his goatee just a little longer.

“Mmm, P-Phil, yes!” Your bare foot – when did your shoes come off? – digs into his back, pushes him closer and closer into you as he curls his tongue up so that he can shove it deep inside your body, spears it into you.

He eats you out like he’s dying, like this is his last meal, like he’s been graced by heaven with the spread of your legs and he lets himself suffocate inside your cunt, nose inhaling nothing but the smell of your slick as it coats his facial hair, as he bruises your hips.

He knows it’s risky, knows it’s dangerous to have you like this, out in the open of the bullpen where anyone could see; but there’s no one here, even the janitors have gone and packed up for the night. He groans into you when he thinks about the puddle of come he’ll have to clean up when you’re both done.

Your orgasm hits Flip and he can’t help but feel a swell of pride, making you come on just his tongue, just his mouth. Your legs are shaking, poor things, from the feeling of it. He quickly pulls back to watch, his favorite part is to watch you come, watch the way your face flushes, sweats, your mouth drops open. He spits into your mouth, a man possessed. He watches you swallow it down the same way he swallows your come, licks it up from where it’s dripping down your thighs.

When your eyes open again, it’s to see him popping off the buttons of your blouse, a soft casual something you like to wear around the house. You’ve replaced the buttons on that blouse four times already – he figures fifth time’s the charm.

You’re not wearing a bra, which makes sense because it’s now two-thirty in the morning, but the sight of your bare breasts and stiff nipples is still something to behold.

“Im,” he starts, not even knowing what he wants to say, having no fucking clue because you’re lying on your back on his desk at work, with your cunt dripping and your tits out and his mind is broken, cock throbbing and drooling and desperate for you.

“Please?” You whisper, a pleasure-weak hand cupping his cheek, guiding his face closer to yours so he can line the head of his cock where it’ll sink in so so so easy.

“You want my big Jew dick, huh?” He asks, delirious from lust, obsessed with the way your lids are so hooded from your own pleasure that he can barely see your eyes.

“I do, I do – give it to me?” You ask back, demand, squeezing his hips with your knees.

He’s still clothed, keeps himself that way, keeps himself as put together as he possibly can while you’re falling apart on his desk, your back sweating and sticking to the paperwork he’d been ignoring all night.

“You gotta be quiet for me ketsl.” He says, no idea why, not like there’s anyone around to hear.

But you, you’re an angel and you nod, you let him cover your mouth with his hand as he rubs the head of his cock between your folds, wetting it, smearing all his pre-come and all your slick together in a way that squelches so dirty that he has to suck some drool back into his mouth from where it’s dangerously close to landing on your cheek.

He can’t take it anymore, the waiting, the teasing, not when you’re so wet, when your body is silently begging him to fuck you. So he finally lets himself have it, finally sinks all the way in with one thrust, bottoms out entirely.

“Oh holy shit,” he breathes, forcing himself in even deeper, impossibly deeper, so deep that he pushes you up the desk a little, knocks your cervix with the head of him in that way that makes you wince from the sheer fullness of it.

He fucks you hard, the way you both like it.

“I – I,” You gasp, incoherent, muffled against his hand.

He drags his cock nearly all the way out, until he’s rubbing at your folds again, before shoving it harshly back into you, making you yelp out against his hands, making your eyes prick and glisten. He does it again and again, until the whole length of him is impossibly soaked, droplets of your come and sweat splattering from the force of it onto the front of his jeans, darkening the denim.

The hand on your mouth slides down to your throat, gives it a good squeeze that has your cheeks darkening, an angry aroused flush burning its way down your chest. Your tits bounce from the way he fucks himself into you, the way he gets his aggression out from the day, spends it all through your cunt. You take it, take him so well, made for him.

“Fffuck.” He grunts out, slams his fist down on the desk near your hip, all his muscles and all his nerves on fire from how good it is, and you laugh in surprise, a laugh that melts into a loud moan.

He bends your legs this way and that, maneuvers them so he can hold you in place, so he can rail you hard. He’s knocking shit off the desk but he doesn’t give a damn, not when your cunt sucks him in every time he pulls out, like it never wants him to leave. Papers and pens are scattered all over the floor as he pushes you further and further up the desk, has to physically drag you back down when you start hanging over the edge of it a little too much.

He gives in to his baser needs and bends himself down so he can squeeze your tits together around his face, so he can press them to his cheeks and block out the world with your breasts. With closed eyes, he savors the feeling of how hot and wet and tight you are, still somehow so tight around his cock. He bites down on your sternum nips at the swell of your tits, licks up all the sweat that’s accumulated there before he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth.

You whine and squirm, getting close to coming again.

“Just a little longer, just hold out a little fuckin’ longer honey,” He begs from your tits, “I’m close.”

He likes coming at the same time as you when he fucks you, he doesn’t know why. Likes making sure his come gets all the way in you, likes it mixing, mingling. He likes the thought of the two of you being so joined, so completely combined. He’s been fucking you for damn near over a decade, and he still gets drunk off the thought of it.

His balls are tightening up and his stomach is fluttering and he knows it’ll all be over soon, so he holds on to the last few minutes of fucking he can, speeds his hips up to chase the glow of orgasm that rushes through him until it comes crashing down through his veins like a drug he can’t quit, making him bite down hard onto the join between your neck and shoulder as his hips stutter and shove themselves closer closer closer to you.

He drops a shaking hand to your pussy, rubs your clit until you’re sobbing out a gasp, until you’re coming and he’s coming and you’re both panting into each other’s mouths.

“I love you.” Your throat clicks when you let out a chuckle, adrenaline pumping through you.

“Love you more ketsl,” Flip groans as he rolls his hips slowly, lazily against you, cock still oozing come deep into your pussy. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You ask softly, pushing the hair out of his face from where he’s collapsed down onto your chest, exposing one of his big ears that you find so sweet.

“Just bein’ mine.” He sighs happily, nuzzles his face into your cleavage.

He’s not so tense anymore, not so stressed. How could he be after all, when he’s got you beneath him, your heart beating erratically, wildly, from the thrill of it all.

“Your coffee’s getting cold,” You say fondly, so in love. You spare a glance up at the clock which chimes three in the morning, the distant roll of thunder and crickets slowly coming back into play, slowly coming back into focus as the warm glow of orgasm fades. “Come home with me, I’ll make you a fresh cup.”

“One condition,” he groans as he pulls himself out of you, dick softening as he reaches for a tissue or something to clean you both up.

“Mmm what’s that cowboy?” You ask with a grin as he wraps your body back up in clothes as best he can, eventually settling on taking off his holster and peeling the flannel off his own back to hand it to you when you both realize that he’s torn and ripped your blouse beyond any real decent wear.

“You let me wash all that ink off your back.” He smirks at the sight of you, skin totally covered in smeared black and blue.

“Ink?” You’re confused for a moment before realizing he had laid you down on the mess of papers that he’s going to have to redo – which he doesn’t mind, he had to redo them anyway – and now you looked like you’d been attacked by a copy machine.

“Isn’t it such a good thing you love me?” He asks, cheeky and smug, even as you tug on his ear.

Because you do it with a big grin, face flushed and sweaty strands of hair sticking to your cheek, your forehead, and he finds his headache’s gone away when you look at him so full of love and come and huff out a laugh and a,

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

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[the-slasher-files]

DIFFERENT PREADTORS - chapter 5

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAVIERA LAH-MO

and the Andrei spam continues. This couple is literally so fun to write for and it is all I want to do right now. Plus... we get to see feral Andrei sex ;) who doesn’t love that lol just some warnings this is pure smut and includes dirty talk, choking, squirting and breeding.. hope you guys are enjoying this story. Make sure to go read part one, two, three and four

Please go read @horrorslashergirl oc Xaviera’s perspective of this chapter linked HERE

MASTERLIST

She was frozen still in place, wide eyed and the wolf in front of her. His fingers twitched with anticipation. A battle of wills, he waited for her move. One foolish mistake to over take her. He waited. The wolf stepped foreword, kicking the door closed behind him with a bang. His sharp eyes watched her every movement, her every breath before him. Canines flashed in the low light from the cottage fire place. The wolf dropped his weapons and vest on the floor. They wouldn’t be needed for this hunt. The prey didn’t make a sound or a movement. A smart one. 

With a large step toward the prey, her mistake was made. She stepped back, indulging the wolf in his hunt. Strongly whipping the the prey back against the door harshly with a hand around her throat, those beautiful doe eyes looked up at him pulling a low growl from his chest.

“Were you trying to run away from me?” The wolf snarled as she whimpered and her legs shook in fear, the fear he loved to control. He could almost taste it dripping off of her.  

“N-No… You just…. surprised me.” The prey answered in a shaky voice, but he didn’t believe it, his little kitten was trying to run from him.  

“Are you lying to me?” he asked, moving his face next to hers, canines brushing against the lobe of her ear in a warning way, the wolfs voice so inhuman, rough, and raspy.

The prey quickly answered him in fear or in truth, he wasn’t sure. “N-No… I would never lie to you.” 

He liked the answer, but he was still going to toy with her. He wasn’t finished. The wolf moved his hand up her trembling thigh, playing with the hem of his shirt, taking in the smell of him mixing so sweetly on her skin. Two rough fingers brushed against his preys heat, her panties creating a delicious friction her breath hitched. The wolf had her where he wanted. 

“Is that so?” He teased, moving his head slightly to lick the preys dried blood that used to flow from her temple down to her jaw. The sweet coppery taste he savored, her blood was sweet against his tongue, the wolf clutched his claws on her panties and ripped them off in one swift motion. His senses were over loaded with a thick desire from her blood to the scream that left her sweet lips as he tore her panties off, the wolf grinned and pushed her down to the hardwood floor. 

He towered over his prey and gave a stern order “On your hands and knees.” She just watched him, eyes wide and gasping from the pain on the floor, but the wolf saw something else flash in her eyes, pure desire. “Now, slut!” he yelled getting her to finally obey.

What a beautiful sight he thought. The prey presented her most vulnerable parts to him on her forearms and knees, back to the wolf in a dangerous game. She waited for him like a good little lamb. Walking towards her the wolf ripped his zipper down and released his already hard length, pumping it a few times before kneeling in between the preys legs as they instinctively opened wide for him. He grinned in pleasure at the good prey and started to rub his aching tip up and down her slit, making her knees shake. He needed her. Needed to take what was his again.

In one powerful thrust he rammed into the prey, making her gasp. One of his large hands fisted into the preys long white locks, pulling roughly and making her arch up to him. 

The wolf could tell she was trying to stifle her noises. He needed to hear her loud and clear, claiming what was his. “No, no, pussycat. I wanna hear every cute sound you make.” he growled lowly behind her, his free hand-delivering a hard slap to her thigh. The prey squeaked at the rough action. “Much better.” the wolf snarled, leaving her hair, only for both large hands to grasp her hips roughly, fingertips digging into her skin and flesh surly to leave bruises as he started a brutal pace, not giving her any time to adjust.

The prey moaned and whimpers beneath him as he went fast, punishing her little hole over and over again. She was so small around him, felt so good as he moved her back and forth brutally   

“I’ve been thinking about being inside of you all day.” He spoke deep inside her, making the prey hide her face in her forearms, he wanted to see her, feel her. The wolf made a deep low growl and put a large hand around that precious  throat. Her fast pulse under his fingers and the way he controlled her breath was his euphoria.  

“You like this, don’t you? So fucking wet and dripping for me.” The wolf snarled into her ear, his canines clamping against her ear, making her whimper and body shiver against his. 

He drove his point by giving one powerful thrust inside the prey, hilting himself inside her pussy, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix, her back arching as a loud mewl left her mouth. The wolf chuckled darkly, then moved down her neck, giving the same harsh treatment, his hand tugging on the shirt she was wearing, ripping the material so he could conquer more skin, the primal desire to feel everything.   

“Who do you belong to, kitten?” he growled, but she couldn’t speak properly form the assault of her insides. Two of his fingers pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out. “I ask you question, little slut.” he snarled against her pulse, canines ready to pierce the skin deep.

“Y-You!” The prey replied meekly. She was just how he wanted her, she was perfect. 

“Then why did you run?” The wolf asked, toying with his prey.

“I-I…I’m sorry.” she whimpered, only for his large hand to grasp her jaw, tilting her head to look right up at him, watching those beautiful blue eyes his cock twitched inside her. 

“You’re all mine, got it?!” He snarled, grip tightening on her jaw, the wolf threatening to tear it off  

“All yours.” The prey murmured, not breaking eye contact, filling every desire he had. His hand moved from her jaw to grip her neck as he started to impale her from behind over and over again, skin slapping against skin. It drove him wild, losing himself he chocked her. There was no control left, he was taking what he needed. The way he hit every spot inside her was bliss for both of them, as the preys eyes rolled back in her head. He wasn’t done.

“I’m gonna destroy you for anyone else. I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy, you won’t be able to walk straight.” The wolf whispered into her hair, fingers tightening around her neck. “I’m gonna fill that tight cunt up so good… gonna show you who you belong to when you’re pregnant… huh? Gonna be so fucking full of me.” he snarled against her skin, right where her carotid artery was, the wolf was going for his kill.

Her walls tightened around his length sweetly “You would love it, don’t you? I can feel your juicy pussy squeezing me, myshka. It’s begging for my load.” The wolf bit the preys neck, sucking on the abused skin making the her mewl. Just for him. This was his. 

She was close but so was he, and the way her eyes widened at his sick mouth and his throbbing cock pounder her was bringing him closer with every breath. Smirking with canines out the wolf let go of her neck and brought it down to sloppy cunt, rubbing the swollen bud.  

“A-Andrei! P-Please….” The prey whimpered, from his all the sensations. 

“That’s it…. Beg me, beg me to breed that precious pussy of yours.” He snarled, mouth opening and canine hovering above the spot where neck and shoulder meet.

“P-Please…. D-Don’t leave me like this….. I-I need you so badly.” The prey cried out, she needed him. He needed her.

“Who do you belong to, pussycat?” he asked, jackhammering his hips into her.

“Y-You!” she squeaked, tears running down her cheeks now. 

“That’s right! I own you. You’re all mine, little leopard.” The wolf snarled, giving one more powerful thrust that brought both of them over the edge, only for the climax to intensify when his mouth clamped down between her neck and shoulders, canines piercing her skin until drops of blood were running down to her collarbone. He was claiming what was his. Once again taking from the world and marking his territory. 

Pulling away the wolf growled long and slow, she whimpered at the emptiness. He wasn’t done. Not yet. His sharp eyes went to in between her legs at her swollen red cunt, as he dripped out of her. She was his. 

Pushing her face down to the floor, the prey let him but started to question him. “W-What are you doing?” she shuttered as the wolf took two thick fingers inside her, pushing his cum back in her. This prey was his. His fingers curled in her, finding the sweet spot with ease and skillfully moving his fingers.

“S-Stop…. W-Wait…. Oh God….” The prey cried out, he could feel her approaching quickly, just as he wanted. 

“Come on, kitten… Let it go. The big bad wolf is hungry for what you have to offer.” he snarled, mouth close to her cunt.   

He needed her, needed to taste her, needed to hear her. The wolfs other hand went to her clit again, pinching it. Just one last time. The prey came hard around her fingers and squirted as he lapped up her juices with pleasure.  “I could eat you all up.” he growled, slurping her juices and his own cum that dripped out of her. The animalistic urges satisfied like never before. 

Xaviera’s knees buckled and gave out, collapsing on the hardwood floor, only to have the wolf turn her over and hover above this prey. Leaning in close to lips he whispered low “All mine” Then took her in a deep sloppy kiss. Moaning at the taste of their saliva and cum all mixed together. A dangerous, perfect cocktail. 

He breathed heavily, Andrei was looking down at her, relaxing and taking Xaviera’s beautiful form and what he did to her. Standing up he left her for a moment and headed to the bathroom running a hot a bath for her. She had a long day from the man that attacked her to the beast that Andrei became. 

Coming back to Xaviera, she was glimmering in blood, cum and, sweat. A perfect imagine the wolf created. Scooping her up as if she was nothing, he carried her to the bathroom and gently placed her shaking body in the warm water. The left over blood from his kill turned the water a light pink. Settling beside her on the bathroom floor he washed her. 

“Better, myshka?” Andrei asked, knowing that he can be sometimes too much for his own good, but she settled into the water and closed her eyes sighing contently. Pulling her hair up he looked over her marks, from the wolf and from the man he killed.  

Blue fingerprints from where he had choked her started to slowly appear, both shoulders looking like the fur of a leopard with how many bites marks she had, then there was the big and deep bitemark between her neck and left shoulder.

Andrei ran a hand down the largest bite the wolf had inflicted, marking his territory “It’s going to leave a scar.” he said matter-of-factly, there was no point in lying to Xaviera, she was going to know anyway. Andrei waited for the anger remark or slap to the face like he had gotten before but it never came.   

To his surprise Xaviera smiled and nuzzled her nose against his his like a cat, then kissed him softly.  “I don’t mind it.” She told him with pride in her voice. 

His wolfish grin appeared again as he licked his canines. She was his perfect match. Taking and loving him for the beast and the man within in. Andrei was grateful for this hunt in her and he felt at home. Just two predators.

Andrei rested his lips against her forehead and whispered "Thank you myshka"    

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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TW: Manipulation ; Subtle Breeding Kink ; Creampie ; Marking ; Spanking

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It had all started out simple. A chance meeting that shouldn’t have been so significant, yet instead of a simple fleeing moment like she had expected, she found herself wound up in a much...larger scheme of things that she hadn’t thought would’ve been possible with her line of work. 

Her day had started off like any other. A simple groan and lack of desire to fulfill her duties before reluctantly getting up and preparing for her long day of work. Though she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement light up her heart as she had remembered the latest addition to the team. 

A tall and observant man. Someone who seemed reliable, yet held a strong air of mystery around him. Imayoshi Shoichi. Her team’s new addition. How he had come along and wormed his way into their line of work, not even she knew. All she could really understand was that the charm and skill of his words practically always had someone doing his bidding. 

The textbook mysterious man that all woman secretly wanted to at least try to get to know once, and despite not wanting to fall within that norm she found herself-- more often than not-- stuck with him. No matter how strange their coincidental meetings were.

Today was no different. The amount of times she had run into him whilst working was almost....bizarre. Not to mention the amount of staring she had been feeling as she roamed about the office building. 

“Go straight home...just straight home after and we’ll be good.” 

Despite having engraved the words into her mind, she somehow found herself at the bar with the other beside her. His form tall and brooding as he loosened his tie, a slow exhale escaping his lips as her eyes trailed over his now exposed neck and collarbone. A sudden wave of heat punching her gut as she quickly averted her gaze to nurse her drink.

“It’s been quite the day...hasn’t it Ms. (l/n)?”

“H-Hm? Ah! Yeah.. it’s a day like any other, but being so ingrained within my body, I’ve gotten sorta used to it.”

A mere shrug was added, her little ministrations causing the smirk on his face to widen slightly. The gaze she had on her glass slowly shifting to meet his strong one as she felt her cheeks flush pink at the heated stare. It was no surprise that the new employee was handsome. Rumors and ideals spread throughout the office like wildfire at what he had done prior and his relationship status-- none of which she was really interested in per say, but still ended up with gaining the information. 

“Is that so? Well I hope you’re giving yourself a break. Time and time again you’re always there for me...and I can’t thank you enough for all the support and advice you’ve given me throughout this past week. If you’ll allow it, I’d like to make you dinner.”

“M-Make?”

His easy words caught her off guard. Various images and fantasies quickly ran through her mind as she subconsciously began to chew on her lower lip. It was an...intimate gesture. Her expectation of a dinner out was nothing out of the ordinary, but to suddenly be invited to his home? She wasn’t sure what he’d say next.

“Why yes. I may be no good chef, but I want to properly show my...appreciation for you.”

A chill ran down her spine as she tightened her grip on the glass before her. A strange sensation swirling within her abdomen as her eyes were locked--- rather captivated by his glowing ones as he leaned forward. His large hand gently cupping her cheek as he wiped the corner of her lips. 

“Apologies, but there was a crumb from the snacks provided earlier.”

Though deep down inside she was practically certain he was lying, she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks darken in color as she mutely nodded at his statement. (e/c) eyes watched as his fingers gently roused his once cleanly kept hair. A strange pang in her gut as the dark locks fell in layers around his face as he shifted to face her directly. 

“Now then, will you allow me to make you dinner tonight Ms. (l/n)?”

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Despite her instincts screaming at her to deny the request, she found herself nodding at his request. The next thing she could remember though was a reveal, a flick of a deep wine colored tail that gracefully unwrapped from around his hips and the horns that mixed in with his dark locks of hair. 

Yet, despite the fear she felt coursing through her veins, the strange desire of want was much stronger. A handsome devil-- funny how the saying itself was so true in the moment. She didn’t remember much after except the addicting taste of Imayoshi. 

Pressed into the couch, her hands desperately grasped at him as he dove in for another heated kiss. His tongue gliding against the plush bottom lip before prying his way into her mouth as he quickly ate up the desperate and breathy moans she released. The tail she had once seen now wrapped possessively around her waist as his fingers danced along her skin. Teasing and light before viciously ripping away at her clothes as he began to place open mouth kisses against her neck.

A trail of bites shimmering down her torso as he interlaced their fingers together. Tightly holding onto her as he teased the soft mounds of flesh on her chest before teasing and flicking his tongue against the hardening buds.

“So beautiful for me...a pretty little angel...and all just for me...”

A sharp shock of pleasure shot down her spine at his words. The mesmerizing thought of forbidden taboos only egging on the adrenaline rush and absolute want in her gut as she let out another throaty moan. 

“P-Please...want you to fuck me....need you to fill me up...”

“Shit...what a dirty mouth on you, angel...how can I say no to that~?”

The low rasp of his voice only added fuel to the fire as she bucked her hips up. A desperate ache of heat against her throbbing cunt as her fingers found their way up into his hair. The tug of her pants had her let out another weak moan as she fumbled with his own clothes. 

Within moments, she found herself pressed back into the couch as his fingers teased their way into her. Slow and deliberate as he began to stretch her out. His grey eyes bore deeply into her trembling form, mapping out and memorizing the possessive patterns he left all over her as his tail unfurled to tauntingly send a sharp smack against her thigh. 

The delicious sounds that escaped her only egging him on as he littered her thigh and ass with the sharp stinging marks of what he considered his brand. The shape of the tip of his tail now staining her skin as he slowly pulled his fingers back. 

“Such a pretty angel...do you want to take a ride with me little angel? Let the devil taint those beautiful white wings of yours?”

The sultry tone that interlaced itself within his words had her nod enthusiastically as she tried to get up, a sense of desperation in her at the lack of fill within her. Without a moment’s hesitation, he hefted her up, carefully positioning her over his cock before easing her on. A low and gutteral moan escaped him as he bit her shoulder. 

A cry of pain and pleasure erupted from her as she tightly clung onto him. Her head falling back at the immense pleasure and pain that coursed through her veins before a sharp snap of his hips woke her from the brief escape as she felt her hips slowly gyrate and accommodate to the new position she was in. 

Within moments she found herself clinging to him like her life depended on it. Chest to chest, breaths mingling with one another in messy and addictive kisses as the heat that coiled tightly within them both was ready to burst. Just as she felt herself about to fall into her climax, a sharp slap to her ass had her scream his name as an equally strong thrust brought her over the edge, his own coming merely moments after as she felt her core being filled.

A firey seed seated heavily inside of her as the excess was squeezed out slowly. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she groaned softly. Though just as she felt exhaustion whisk her away, she heard that voice, laced with that familiar tone that got her into this little mess in the first place.

“Thank you for such a delicious meal, little angel....perhaps you’ll indulge this sinner for seconds...”