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sageivyreads · 1 month ago

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cat nip detox

Ghoap x street kitty!hybrid fem!reader

introduction: hello! this is part 4 of Kitty! i’m honestly not sure if there will be any more parts as i don’t have any more ideas as of yet :/ sorry if future me leaves u on a cliffhanger forever. there is another puppy reader part in the works though! no timeframe on that yet so let’s just get into what’s here today ;) basically gross simon and icky johnny who plays into it.. so yeah. can u tell i like choke holds. abuse of commas 😓😓 partially proofread. 4.3k words. previous part and masterlist

contains/warnings: nonconsensual groping & touching, yucky descriptions of spit, dubcon oral sex (reader does want the sex to an extent but there’s something else she doesn’t consent to), 2 spanks, coercion & manipulation, kidnapping, drugging, barely there threesome, ‘Kitty’ used as nickname for reader, negative self talk.

A heaviness is lifted from your shoulders when Simon leaves. You may have interacted more with him, but not many were positive. He was unpredictable, rude, and trapped you inside his house, all while seeming to hate you.

You appreciate Johnny a bit more. He’s nice to you. He’s a bit of light streaming from a window into Simon’s cold apartment of a heart. You don’t know why he’s keeping you here.

Johnny seems to like you. Maybe it’s just a relationship thing, but Simon will deal with you until Johnny gets bored. And you know the deal, then you’ll be tossed to the streets again. It’s not new.

At least they seem to be somewhere around middle class. They have enough to spare. You’ll stay a few more days, stock up on some essentials, and you’ll be on your way. They can’t kick you out if you’ve already left.

So, you let him tug you to the bathroom, willingly go along with him using that horrid disinfectant on your arm, and bandage you back up with some clean gauze. You let Johnny pull you into his side once Simon’s left, turn on the television, and tuck your head against his shoulder.

You struggle to stay awake, the only fuel you have being fear and rage at this whole situation. At yourself. How could you have ended up here?

You know better.

You know you’ll get out of this. You chose to be reckless, and now you’ll choose to be smart about it.

He smells nice. Like pine tar. Warmth.

A bonfire, only you’re just a little bit too close.

Your nose easily falls into place into the indent behind his jaw. Your breaths wash over his collarbone. You can hear the dulled roars of a crowd, and every once in a while, his muscles tense as they cheer.

You only get more tired. You sit up a little more, side propped against Johnny's, hand coming up to cover your mouth as you yawn.

You see him smile in the corner of your eye, and he still is when you turn to him.

“Need t’be put down fer a nap?”

You shake your head, ignoring the urge to roll your eyes. His head turns back to the screen briefly, noting the beginning of half-time, before taking your hand in one of his hardened ones and beginning to stand.

“Well, how about we go wash up?”

Just the motion of standing makes you nauseous, stomach turning lin waves as you resist the urge to gag. You quickly brace your free hand on the couch to help prop yourself up, blinking rapidly to help with the dizziness.

“We?” you ask, confused.

His smile turns more impish, and he tugs you closer as he starts pulling you towards the bedroom.

“Yes, we. Not shy, are ya? Jus’ to conserve water, of course. Bills are expensive these days, y’know?”

No, you don’t know. You don’t remember the last time you’ve even seen a bill in your name. You don’t know the prices considering you don’t- can’t pay them, but you’ve sure heard a lot of people with a home complain about bills.

You wish you had that issue.

You also don’t know how he hasn’t realized you’re not quite the outgoing type. No, he knows.

No response is given.

Once he’s brought you to the bathroom attached to their shared bedroom, he reaches for you. You can’t help the instinctive step you take back, and you almost feel bad when you see the wounded look on his face.

“Ye okay, Kitty?” he questions, brows furrowing slightly. Like he hasn’t trapped you in his home. Like he hasn’t started treating you like his girlfriend. Like it wouldn’t make total sense for you to be unsettled.

“Yeah, I’m just, uh…”

He sighs through his nose, pulling back the curtains of the tub.

“Listen, how about you get in first, and I’ll keep my eyes closed the whole time. Deal?” he adds, pushing his hand out towards you.

Whatever it takes.

You take his hand and let him pull you closer as he turns the faucet on. He switches the water to be directed through the shower before he lets the two of you switch places, stepping back to be behind you. You don’t know if he’s turned around or closed his eyes, but you don’t think you want to.

Trying to be quick with the removal of your clothes isn’t easy when your hands are trembling. You shudder violently when you step under the warm water, squeezing your eyes shut as you stay facing the wall.

“I-I’m in,” you breathe shakily, hugging your arms.

“Alrigh’. Gonna step in behind ya. Don’t rip ma head off.”

You hear the rustle of clothes, ears twitching. Your tail wraps around your thigh as you listen to him step into the shower behind you, flinching slightly as you feel him place a hand on your back.

“There ya are,” he murmurs, tucking his chin over your shoulder and grasping your side with his hand. You’re familiar with this feeling now. He’s not quite pressed up against you, but you can feel the warmth of his chest. You ignore the way your head naturally tilts to one side to make space for him.

“What’s got you so skittish today?” he asks, as if this is new behavior from you. As if he isn’t the one who trapped you in his home.

“Just… not used to this, is all. Want to go back outside.”

“Soon,” is all he tells you, and you don’t know if you believe him anymore. You want to.

He holds you carefully, tilting your head back to keep your hair out of the water as he reaches around you to grab men’s body wash. Compared to the 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner next to it, it looks almost ornate.

His rough hands are surprisingly gentle with you. Even as they scrape against your skin, he’s slow and leisurely with the way he washes you. Around the slopes of your shoulders, down your sides, up your chest. You ignore the way his hands unnecessarily cup around your breasts. Over the curve of your stomach and dipping between your thighs.

You choke on saliva as he does, hand jerking to grip his wrist.

“Easy, Kitty,”

His hand stays strong.

He isn’t looking to give you pleasure. Instead, his fingers swerve around your clit and down your slit to ‘clean’ you. You wish you could enjoy it. Wish you could lean into his touch and-

No.

“Jus’ washin’ you.”

“I can wash myself,” your voice tremors, chest rising up and down a little harsher.

“Ah’ know you can.” he huffs, leaning his cheek against your jaw from behind. His hand leaves you, briefly, squeezing more soap into his hands before he begins on your legs.

You’re not brave enough to fight him. Not today. You don’t want bad blood, you just want peace. You can only have peace if you leave.

He washes the entirety of your body before moving onto himself. Avoiding your hair. It makes sense to you, considering they’d just done it the other day. While you were unconscious. While you have no recollection.

What else could they have done?

The thought makes you shiver.

You quickly shift your thoughts to something more digestible. He cleanses his hair as though he’s a dog, scrubbing aggressively and shaking his head to send excessive water flying all over the bathroom as he turns the faucet off. You both step out.

He wraps up in a towel and turns to clean himself, seemingly unconcerned with the fact you can fully see his ass. When the rustling of him putting on clothes gets loud enough to cover the sound of their sink cabinet creaking open, you manage to snag a few pads from ripping open a brand new box.

You’d seen them earlier when Johnny was giving you a new bandage for your arm. You tried not to ruminate on questioning why these grown men had period product, women’s clothes, women’s underwear-

Maybe they had an open relationship? No, you would’ve seen someone in the time you’d watched them. A roommate? Nope, same thing. Maybe they were swingers.

Yeah, that makes sense. You’ll go with that.

You crouch down to slip them into the pocket of the pants you wore previously to the shower, and you toss them in the laundry bin casually when he faces you once more. He doesn’t seem suspicious. Just annoyed with the fact that his hair keeps dripping, cursing under his breath. He wraps a towel around his waist and grips your wrist to tug you along with him.

Your wet feet slip along the floor as he drags you, much more focused on getting to the bedroom. He releases you once you’re inside, letting you wander to the bed on your own as he fishes through the dresser.

You sit with the towel wrapped around your armpits, holding the fabric tightly to your body. He stumbles around a little as he pulls some new clothes on. Blue boxers, a red wool-looking sweater, and some casual black pants. He’s not very balanced.

He rifles through the other drawers and brings you out a new outfit, but places them aside instead of clothing you like you expected. You watch as he huffs and puffs until he finds a pale green bottle of lotion, giving you another one of those smiles that make your breath tremble while he kneels in front of you.

“What’re you doing?” you sniffle, holding the towel closer to your body.

“Relax,” he coaxes, squeezing a pump of lotion into his hands. “Yr’skin is so dry, jus’ giving ya a little moisture.”

He rubs his hands together, reaching for your left ankle and starting a soft massage up your leg. You notice the tip of his tongue popping out, running along his lower lip. It makes you anxious.

Excited.

“You don’t need to. Really.” you breathe, but you don’t pull away.

“Let me do this for ya, Kitty.” he says, looking up at you with those blue eyes. They don’t scream danger. No, it’s something else. Something wild and fierce. Not scary or scared, just… off.

It unsettles you. Turns you on.

You nod absently, staring down at him as he reaches higher up your leg. His fingers work near flawlessly. Purposeful. So, when he gets to the top of your leg and his fingers slip along the cleft between your thigh and cunt, you know it’s intended.

He switches to your right, using his warm hands to encompass you all the same. When he’s made your upper leg, he rests one of his hands on your right inner thigh, the other palm slipping under you to slather your left cheek. His thumb is resting on the curve above your slit. Rubbing up and down, back and forth, not quite touching your more sensitive parts. It feels like a warning.

The rest of his movements are made with his left hand only. You feel him reach towards your towel, pulling it to slowly fall on the bed behind you. You exhale shakily. He keeps his right hand just above the little bundle of nerves, pumping some more lotion into his other. He begins to rub it onto your hip, up around your lower stomach and sternum.

His thumb lowers. Resting right over your pulsing clit. Presses.

“Johnny-“ You jolt, voice wavering.

“Shhh. Yer fine.”

You glance at his face, insides clenching, “I don’t- You-“ your voice breaks off on a choked whine, head falling back between your shoulders. It shouldn’t feel like this. You don’t like feeling out of control, but now you feel that your entire being, bare throat and all, has been plucked by them.

Your lips part to pant as he starts to rub half-circles atop your clit. You can’t tell whether it’s from stress or pleasure. Your lids fluttered closed.

Stop, no, more, now-

He abandons rubbing the lotion part your collarbones, both thumbs parting your lower lips. One thumb just above it, raising the skin of your clitoral hood to expose the little bead beneath. “Fuck, look how pretty she is…” he mumbles softly, his voice startling you all the same.

“Please-“ you choke out, head lifting forward and righting itself. You feel too vulnerable. Too exposed. He rubs his thumb in light circles around your bare clit, your fingers curling against the bedsheets.

His hands slip around your thighs, gripping the curve of your ass to pull you to stand, feet dragging against the floor. Your hands snap to press against his shoulders for support, your vision fixed on the way his pretty blue eyes look up at you. Fuck.

“I gotcha, baby.” he exhales, and you frown. He cranes his neck to press kisses along the part of your slit, gaze focused on you, then flitting to somewhere behind you, before opening his mouth to carefully suck your clit into his mouth. Your mouth drops open, cheeks feeling warm as the muscles in your neck knot together, head falling back just to shove you back into reality as your head hits a firm pillow of flesh.

You flinch in surprise, head snapping to the side to see the side of someone’s jaw, then raise your gaze higher to meet Simon’s. Your muscles are stiffened in preparation to flee, eyebrows pinched together in a guilty expression, corners of your lips tugged down into a frown.

He’s staring at you. You return it. What’s there to say? ‘Hey, you’re back. By the way, your boyfriend is eating me out. Sorry?’

Until Johnny’s lips part to make way for his tongue, your spine curving inward and eyes rolling to the back of your eyelids as your head meets Simon’s shoulder. Your hands drop from your chest to lace into his hair and tightly grip the strands.

“Fuck,” you sputter, eyelashes drifting shut. You feel a pleasant ache in your lower stomach, muscles twinging in a good sort of pain.

There’s movement behind you, a rustling of Simon’s pant pockets against the back of your bare leg. You feel his hands raise- and there’s pressure on your neck now, a clasping noise right next to your ear.

It’s hard to make your eyes force themselves open when Johnny's mouth feels so good, but the strange noise has you curious.

One of your hands comes up to your neck, feeling around to feel a leather strip banded around your neck. Johnny tightens his grip on the backs of your thighs and pulls you closer. Renews his efforts. Your pleasured noise is cut off by how startled you are, hand frantically pulling at the collar on your neck.

“What-“ you squeak, only a finger or two fitting between the collar and your skin before Simon is redirecting you. He grips your forearms, maneuvering you until he can clasp both your wrists in one of his bear-like hands, pinning them against your sternum. His other arm hooks around your collarbones and pulls you flush back against him. “What’re you doing- Stop-“

“Settle down,” he scolded, feeling your muscles tense as you squirmed. A grunt- halfway between pleasure and panic is then the next thing that slips from your lips as you struggle. Johnny is acting none the wiser, flattening his tongue against your opening and dragging up until your fingers twitch.

You moan, displeased, as Johnny draws his hand up to press his thumb to your clit. Firm pressure at first, almost a bit too much for your liking, until he starts rolling the nerves underneath his thumb.

It’s when you get to the point of baring your teeth that Simon decides you truly need an attitude adjustment. His forearm tightens around your collarbones until it is flush with your neck. Holding the fragile dip of your throat in the stiff tendons underneath the roughened flesh of his arm.

A justified rumble of disapproval bubbles up your throat only to be caught in its tracks by his grip tightening. Your breath gets weaker, vision a little hazier, muscles losing some of their fight, while your head gets lighter.

“There y’go…. That’s it.” His words are molten against the back of your neck. He steals your last breath, holding you for a few more seconds until he loosens his grip. You gasp, the air whooshing down into your lungs harshly. It leaves your head delightfully fuzzy from the rush, eyes watering until a tear streaks down your cheek.

You let your head fall back willingly this time. You go a little looser in his arms, hands going limp in his grip while you lean back against him. Johnny takes the newly relaxed muscles as his sign to slip his tongue inside of you, your thighs instinctively squeezing around his head.

You let out some sort of indignant squeak as your voice comes back, hips leaning away from his motions and causing you to bump into Simon behind you. It doesn’t give you much, besides a guess on Simon’s opinion of the situation considering the imprint of his cock against his thigh.

Johnny just digs his fingers into the meat of your thighs while he hums against you. Simon doesn’t seem as pleased. “Give it up, love. Fighting just makes him want you more.”

You moan, displeased as Johnny’s tongue makes its way back inside you. It somehow feels more visceral, more raw than your fingers do. It aches in a beautiful way. Johnny’s hand slips up your side, palming the swell of your breast when he reaches it.

His tongue slips out of you, drawing the muscle up to replace his fingers against your clit. Your toes curl in your socks as he sucks it into his mouth, thumb coming down to rub circles around your opening instead.

They work together like a perfect melody. Johnny’s finger pressing just barely inside, his lips making way for his tongue, Simon’s forearm tightening just at the right time. It feels like amber burning between your legs, the fire spreading up your abdomen and down your thighs.

You nearly screech your way through the climax of it, your throat grating painfully. Simon’s arm around your throat makes you feel ten times lighter. You should feel scared.

You don’t.

Your eyes flutter back open without the knowledge of ever closing them, flicking down to Johnny between your legs. He slowly pulls his mouth off of you, his smile surprisingly sweet for the filthy things he just did to you. It nearly enrages you.

“I hate you.” You pant, bare chest heaving. He just fucking smirks at you.

Simon releases your arms, and your shoulders release their tension. Your hands stay where they are, glued to your sternum, fingers curling and flexing to test the renewed sensation. His freed hand dips down between your legs, your brain too fried to defend yourself. Your nose scrunches in disgust as he collects your saliva on his fingers before subsequently smearing the liquid on your cheek with his index and middle fingers.

“Yeah, m’ sure y’do.”

Your hands come up to push at his forearm, sending yourself further back into his chest. “Ew, that’s- fucking gross!” you blurt, ignoring his snicker.

Johnny stands in front of you and grabs your face in his hand, smushing your cheeks between his thumb and other fingers. He takes his time licking the stripe of slick off your cheek, moaning like it’s the most delectable thing he’s ever tasted.

He pulls away with a laugh, deep in his chest, licking his lips and releasing your face.

“Fuckin’ delicious.”

You scowl at him, the space between your eyebrows crinkling with the amount of distaste in your expression, ears turning to the side. You wish you could like them. You wish you could relax for once.

Fuck them. Fuck their apartment. Fuck their money. Fuck their perfect faces and gentle hands. You want out.

You cringe internally at nearly every other interaction with them throughout the day. They’ve touched you. Felt what it’s like when you come. Tasted the tacky substance between your legs.

It grosses you out to have someone know you so intimately, without even knowing your name. ‘Kitty’ isn’t *so* insufferable anymore, but you still don’t love to hear it.

It’s later in the day, Simon doing whatever he does in the bathroom that makes him take so goddamn long, when you decide it’s time. Johnny is curled up in their bed, under the covers, waiting for you to return with water. You won’t.

You’d said you were thirsty when you saw a moment that your biggest threats were at their weakest. It’s not nice. You don’t enjoy it. It's necessary.

You open the cabinets a few times, pretending to look for the glasses. (You wouldn’t need to, you’ve already been here a dozen times.) You turn on the faucet, too, hoping it covers some of the noise while you're grabbing the things you’d stashed below the sink. A few pads, some protein bars, and a bottle of water. A pair of socks, ibuprofen, and some toothpaste. Things they won’t miss. Things they don’t need.

You’re currently kneeling in front of the cabinet under the sink, shoving as much as you can fit into the front pocket of the hoodie snatched just a few minutes ago. You curse quietly to yourself as the toothpaste clatters to the ground to your left, and you go to reach for it, startling when the tube is beside a pair of legs.

“‘the fuck are y’doing?”

A jolt of surprise runs through your body at the sound, lips parting and closing like a fish out of water when your startled gaze lands on him. You wince as you bang your head on the counter on your way up. You frown, ears tilting to the side at the sound of his voice.

Your shoulders are up by your ears, and your arms are held close to your chest while you stare at him. Your voice comes out unnaturally high-pitched and quick-paced. “I- You just- You don’t even *like* me. It doesn’t have to be a big deal, I’ve already thanked you for everything, you can just let me leave-“

He grabs you by the face, thick fingers digging into the flesh of your cheeks. You can only imagine the way you look, lips smushed together by his grip, despite your attempt to glower. “Y’think I’d let you stay in my fuckin’ apartment, eatin my fuckin’ food, if I didn’t like you?”

And when you don’t respond, you can’t with the way your lips are pressed together, he shakes your head like an unruly dog might. You can almost feel your brain rattle around in your skull. “Hm? Think I’d let you make out with my boyfriend?”

“Mmph!-“ you aren’t allowed to begin speaking with how quickly he smashes his lip against yours, your teeth catching on his upper lip, but he doesn’t mind. Your hands raise to his abdomen, ready to push away.

His other hand comes around to press a heavy hand on your ass, pushing you to stumble forward until your chest collides with his.

All the while, he’s pried your mouth open, ignoring when you try to shove him out, moaning unnecessarily loud as he sucks on your tongue. You can feel the copious amounts of spit swapping back and forth between mouths as he ravages you, a foamy glob sliding down your chin and onto his thumb, where it drips down his hand.

It’s only when you’re struggling to gasp for breaths that he decides to pull away. When you open your eyes again, your head immediately turns to the side with the way he’s staring at you, heavy breaths coming from his nose.

Your eyes are watery and glossed over, lips raw from his teeth, a bit of perspiration at the back of your neck. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“That help you?”

You nod, lips parted to pant, eyes reopening. You’re not sure it did.

“Good.” He huffs, tugging on the D-ring of your collar before freeing you and shifting aside to let you pass. “Go join Johnny. I’ll get your water.”

You’re frozen for a moment, mind buffering before it catches up just to hear the sound of Simon reengaging the lock on the window. You feel a clap on your ass just as you start to walk away, shoulders jumping while a yelp leaves your lips.

You hurry your pace, nearly stumbling in your urgency to get away from him as you hear a chuckle from behind you. You frown, tail agitatedly swishing between your legs as you walk through the hallway. Soap is sleepily smiling on the bed when you come across the open bedroom doorway, lifting one of his arms for you.

“There ya are. Where’s your water?”

“Um…”

“I’ve got it.” Simon interrupts from behind you, causing you to jolt once more. You look at him over your shoulder, and he just raises a brow, signaling for you to continue.

“I couldn’t find the cups. Simon helped.” You breathe, exhaling through your nose. His name tastes foreign in your mouth. Tingles on your tongue. You swallow through thick saliva, walking around the bed to sit on the opposite side of the bed.

Johnny does seem to mind the space, opening his mouth, just to be interrupted by Simon coming to sit next to you. He squishes you up against Johnny and forces you to settle between them. Johnny hooks an arm around your neck, pulling you down to be reclined with him.

Simon hands you your water wordlessly. You take it, hands clasped around the glass, eyes distracted by the small, white flurries swirling around at the bottom of the cup. You make eye contact as you pause. He holds strong with that same, dead look in his eyes, and watches as you take your first sip.

You know better.

You shove the thought down, as well as the small satisfaction at Simon looking pleased. You settle in closer to Johnny, fixing your blurry vision on the television.

You’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe.

notes: not my best work 😞 i might edit some in the next few days. just wanna get it out or ill never post it. this is also like my third time writing smut soooo… did i match your freak. be honest

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heauxvibez · 10 months ago

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Dipsea

warning: smut (18+)

The cool, freshly laundered sheets clung to your skin as you slipped into bed after a much-needed, steamy shower. The day's stress seemed to evaporate with the rising steam, but now it was truly time to unwind and let go of all the tension that had built up over a long, demanding day. You reached for your earphones, knowing that the only thing more rewarding than this moment of solitude would be indulging in some erotic audio. Like a private hotline tailored just for you, it allowed you to surrender to the sultry, seductive voices of your favorite narrators. They whispered pure, unfiltered filth into your ears, drawing you deeper into a world of pleasure without the need for any awkward human interaction—just you, the intimate soundscape, and the fantasies unfolding in your mind.

Your panties were already pooled around your ankles, your right hand delicately nestled between your thighs, teasing and circling your sensitive pearl as you prepared yourself for an evening of pure release. In your left hand, your phone displayed the app you had come to depend on for these moments. With each swipe, the screen revealed a lineup of male voice actors, their deep tones and sultry narrations making your toes curl. Some of the voices even belonged to celebrities, their allure amplified by the forbidden thrill of hearing them narrate explicit fantasies.

One in particular, Sarunas from Insecure, had become a favorite—his smooth, husky voice bringing his character, Malcolm, the app's most beloved character to life. His words were like honey, you lost count of how many times his verbal seduction had left you trembling with need. His low, rumbling tones reached directly into your mind, conjuring vivid images of the scenarios he described. It felt as though he was speaking just to you, his tongue effortlessly fucking your ear with each erotic monologue, leaving you and countless other fans in a state of delicious delirium.

"Oh my God..." you whispered, halting your endless scrolling as something new caught your eye. The app had just unveiled a new character, and you couldn't believe what you were seeing. This was going to be the app's biggest money grab yet, and you knew it.

Introducing Joe, voiced by Roman Reigns.

"No the FUCK they didn’t..." you gasped, your jaw practically hitting the floor. Was this a dream come true? The mere idea of having Roman Reigns' voice—deep, commanding, and intoxicating—whispering in your ear was almost too much to comprehend. He wasn’t your man, but in this moment, with your AirPods snug in your ears, it was close enough to feel real.

Your fingers trembled slightly as you clicked on the tab, and a thrill ran through you as you were taken to a selection of audio stories. There were ten in total, but only one was unlocked—the rest dangled out of reach, locked behind a paywall. The silhouette of Joe’s character dominated the top of the page, a shadowy figure that perfectly outlined the familiar, muscular physique you admired. His broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and chiseled abs were rendered in perfect detail, making your mouth water.

You were tempted, so tempted to splurge and unlock the rest, but you needed to be smart. What if the voice you imagined didn’t live up to the fantasy? The economy was too tight for reckless spending, even for someone like Joe. You needed to know if he could deliver—if his voice would be as commanding and seductive as you hoped. After all, you wouldn’t buy a car without a test drive first, right? Right. You’d sample the free audio, and if it sent shivers down your spine, you’d gladly pay for the rest. But if not... well, better to be cautious than disappointed.

You clicked on the only unlocked audio titled "Watch Part 1 " and quickly scanned the description.

What happens when Joe doesn't want to touch, but simply wants to watch. Click here to find out...

Your heart raced as you took a deep breath, anxiety curled in your belly. With excitement and curiosity, you pressed the small play button, and the screen transformed into a familiar sound display, reminiscent of Spotify or Apple Music. In the center was a cartooned image of Joe, his piercing eyes and chiseled features staring back at you, commanding your attention. Below, the familiar controls—rewind, skip, play, and fast forward—were neatly lined up, ready for you to take control, though you had a feeling Joe would be the one in control tonight.

As the audio began, the first sound that filled your ears was the gentle rustling of sheets, intimate and close, as if he was right there with you. The realism sent a shiver down your spine, making it easy to imagine those same sheets you were currently nestled in being part of the scene. Your eyes fluttered shut, the world around you fading as you became fully immersed in the experience. The gentle movements of your fingers on your clit stilled as you surrendered to the moment, deciding that tonight, you would let Joe guide you. His voice began to weave its magic, and you knew you were in for a night of pure pleasure, letting him tell you exactly what to do.

He took a deep breath through his nose, the sound so close and intimate that you instinctively mirrored the action, inhaling deeply yourself. The connection was immediate, and before you could process it, his voice smooth as silk—filled your ears, weaving its spell around you, nearly hypnotizing you in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

"Mmm, glad you could make it. How was your day baby? Exhausting and stressful? Well, I'm here to relieve all that stress for you tonight. Lay back, relax, and allow me to talk you through it."

"Keep those legs open, baby... yeah, just like that. Daddy's going to sit right across from the bed and watch you make yourself cum."

His words were a dark temptation, drawing you deeper into his world. The sheer power in his voice was pulling you under.

"No. I don’t want to touch, I just want to watch."

"I wanna watch you slide those fingers up and down that sweet slit of yours, the same way my tongue does when it slowly glides up and down that clit, chasing after every drop of nectar that might escape and fall onto the sheets,"

"I can almost taste you on my tongue right now, just thinking about it. I could take a sip of you, but I won’t. I'm just here to watch."

Slowly, you slid your finger down as he described, but his voice quickly stopped you in your tracks.

"Not yet, baby. Daddy will tell you when... I promise we'll get there. But first, let me get comfortable."

The sounds of his feet shuffling against the wooden floor reached your ears. You could hear the subtle shift of his clothing as he moved, the soft rustle of fabric making the scene all the more vivid in your mind. The leather of the chair squeaked slightly as he settled in, the noise unmistakable. You could easily imagine him leaning back, relaxed yet in control, one arm draped over the armrest while his right hand lazily stroked through his beard. You were certain of it—he was playing with his beard, the subtle rasp of his fingers combing through the coarse hairs confirming your suspicion. The imagery, paired with his voice, was almost too much to bear.

"I'm drinking every inch of you in right now, that soft melanin skin and the curves of your body are being softly traced by my eyes. Yeah. you are one hell of a sight to see."

"Slip your palms over your breasts, feel those nipples get hard over your fingertips. Yeah, sweetheart. Fuck, just like that. How does that feel? Just like when I caress you, huh? My calloused hands, roaming over those sensitive buds of yours. Remember when I made you cum just from sucking on them? When I had your hands pinned above your head, listening to you whimper, whine and beg me to stop while I sucked and slurped on them? Mmm, I always enjoy how weak you can get for me."

He moaned softly into your ears as you obediently followed his instructions. For a fleeting moment, you considered reaching for your phone to pause the audio, to gather your scattered thoughts and remind yourself that this was just a recording. But the question lingered in your mind—who was this man talking to? How had this app managed to not only secure such an iconic voice but also craft such a sensual, sex-filled script that he delivered with such raw, intimate power?

It was as if he had been in your bedroom for years, learning every secret, every desire, and now he was laying them bare with every word. The way he spoke made it impossible to believe this was just a performance. He was so convincing, so achingly real, that for a moment, you almost believed this was a private call—a direct line from him to you. The fantasy he spun was so vivid, so personal, that it fed into your most delusional thoughts. The line between fantasy and reality blurred, and you found yourself willingly surrendering to the illusion, allowing yourself to believe that he was speaking to you and only you as if he knew exactly what you needed to hear.

"Now trail your hands real slowly from your breast down your belly slowly and draw light circles with your fingers. The same way I do when I want to watch you suffer. There you go baby girl. I know, I know. It's driving you insane to tease yourself so slowly. But I promise, listening to me..you'll cum harder than you ever have,"

"Now go ahead and play with that pussy for me, but take your time. I don't want our fun to end so soon."

Just as you were about to dive deeper into the fantasy, the sound abruptly paused, pulling you out of the seductive trance you had been sinking into. Your eyes snapped open and you quickly turned your head to the side, your gaze darting toward your phone, where the screen glowed faintly in the dim light. A small notification had popped up, breaking the seamless flow of the experience. The sight of it snapped you back to reality,

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Maximizing Classroom Engagement with Interactive Touch Screen Smart Boards

Maximizing Classroom Engagement with Interactive Touch Screen Smart Boards In the digital age, the education landscape is rapidly evolving, and interactive touch screen smart boards have emerged as a game-changer in classroom technology. These cutting-edge devices have revolutionized the way teachers and students interact with information, creating a dynamic and engaging learning…

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Interactive Flat Panels: Transforming Learning and Collaboration

In the current, digital era, technology takes a place in the improvement of education and business communications. Vivency Technology LLC has to offer state of the art Interactive Flat Panels (IFP) especially designed for classroom and conference room settings. The IFPs provide engaging, interactive, and collaborative experiences for educators, students, and professionals alike. The cutting-edge features define the Interactive Flat Panels of Vivency to redefine traditional learning and meeting environments into dynamic, highly efficient spaces.

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part sixteen of the maxiel corporate au! this has continued to get out of hand. but rico is here!

2.8k, explicit, rico POV, max POV

relevant heads up: hello we are now introducing the daniel shaming tag. brief max shaming at the beginning, but mostly max and his praise kink. because rico.

Max: hi

Max: are you busy

Rico: Not too busy for you.

Rico: How are you doing? Still staying with Daniel?

Max: yes

Max: about that

Rico: If he kicked you out...

Max: NO

Max: not like that

Rico: Okay, good.

Rico: Is he being a jackass again?

Max: sort of

Max: look this is awkward

Rico: ?

Max V. is calling...

Rico startles, squinting down at his phone screen as he tugs at the strap of his glove with his teeth, yanking it off and pressing accept.

"Max, hey. What'd he do?"

"It is less what he did and more what he is not doing. And I would not- ugh. I would not even be telling you, but you've sort of gotten wrapped up in this whole thing, and really it's your fault that I can't finger myself anyways-"

Rico's eyebrows fly up his forehead, and he makes a gesture at his team before stepping out into the hallway. Max is lucky that he wasn't drinking anything.

"Sorry, say that again?"

Max sighs over the phone, frustrated and borderline- Rico would almost call it whiny.

"I can't- I can't do it myself, I'm not any good at it. It doesn't feel as good as when you do it, and Daniel noticed, and-"

Rico narrows his eyes, already disliking where this is headed. He's mildly curious about how many bones he's allowed to break before Max gets upset about it- better to do them one at a time and make it look like an accident? Or all at once, to really make it stick?

"Was he upset?"

"No- not really upset at all, which is kind of weird now that I'm thinking about it. He is being a dick though."

Rico can't find it within himself to be too surprised. Daniel's got all sorts of weird hangups about sexuality and Max, even after his brief interaction with Rico- which clearly wasn't enough.

"How so?"

Max huffs again, definitely whiny this time, and amusement curls in Rico's chest. It reminds him of late nights in uni, listening to Max complain about assignments over takeout boxes. He's familiar with whiny Max.

"He said if I was so hopeless about it without you, to just-"

Max goes quiet, breath hitching oddly, and Rico pauses, jerked out of his thoughts.

"Max, are you touching yourself?"

There's a soft moan over the phone, and Rico slips from the hallway into an empty bathroom, palming at his dick. The blood has rushed out of his head, phone pinned between his shoulder and ear.

"I'm sorry, yes, need it so bad-"

"Fuck, you're being so good Max. Keep talking honey, tell me what he said."

Max whimpers over the line, and Rico hears a rustling noise before he speaks again.

"He told me to just invite you over, and I could- ah, could come on your cock if I wanted it so much."

The dizzying blood rush leaves Rico gripping the edge of the sink. His sweet housemate, smart and dorky and inexperienced- he may not be a virgin anymore thanks to Daniel, but Rico knows that doesn't necessarily mean Max has been treated right.

Rico's been told he's a good partner, that his endless patience and gentleness during sex helps balance out the size of his dick. He's diligent about prep work, but Max. Max would cry about it, Rico just knows it.

Daniel's not treating him right. If Rico goes over there- he's going to need to educate. Show him why it's so much better when your partner is a sated mess, why the aftercare is the best part.

He needs to take care of Max first. He presses the heel of his palm into his shorts again, trying to decide.

He and Max have been headed down this path since the first night. Rico would be perfectly content keeping their relationship in its weird nebulous state, but he's here for what Max needs.

Max wants things to be good with Daniel, which means it's Rico's job to facilitate that- and if part of that process includes giving Max the best lay of his life, than Rico's just setting the bar of Daniel.

He breathes out slow, forcing himself to focus. At least one of them needs to be thinking.

"Do you want that? No hard feelings Max, I want you to be honest."

Max makes a punched out noise, and his voice is wavering when he speaks.

"Yes, I- but only if you also want it, I wouldn't-"

He's getting stuck in his own head, Rico can tell.

"I would love to come do that for you, Max. But I've got some time left at the gym, so you might have to wait a little longer. Are you still touching yourself?"

"Only a little bit, Rico, please- need it so bad, I want to come, I'll be good-"

Rico hums low, hand shoved into his shorts, fingers curling around the tip of his cock.

"You are being good for me. I'll be there as soon as I can, I promise. Are you going to be okay for another hour or two?"

Max whines again, needy and pitchy. Rico tries to imagine what he might look like-

"Yes, I'll be okay, I'll be good."

He knows Max is going to be good. He wouldn't be upset even if Max wasn't, because the entire thing is hot.

"I'll be there before you know it. Send me the address, yes?"

Max's shaky sigh goes straight to his dick, and his fingers are smeared with precome as he slowly jerks, careful not to be audible.

"I will, thank you Rico, thank you, I'll be good."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, Max. I want to help take care of you."

It takes him another minute or so to get through Max's haze, reminding him again to send him an address, that Rico will be there as soon as he can.

He double checks that the call is disconnected before he really gets his hand wrapped around himself, painfully hard. His brain is stuffed full of thoughts about Max- the way he fits so perfectly underneath him, the way his legs might look wrapped around Rico's waist, how it might feel for his nails to claw down Rico's back-

This might be his only opportunity to show him what good sex is supposed to feel like. Rico is going to make it stick.

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Max is sulking, hips lazily grinding into the bed as he waits. His call with Rico had been almost an hour ago, and he's been hard ever since- every time he tried to stop thinking about it, it creeps back into his brain- along with the reminder of what he knows Rico looks like when he isn't hard.

Max should probably be using this time to stretch.

He ruts his hips into the mattress again, fingers curled in the sheets.

"Having fun?"

Daniel's voice from the doorway startles him, and Max gasps, cheeks burning as he freezes.

He can hear Daniel laugh, and then there's fingers lightly tracing across the back of his ankle.

"Well don't stop on my account babe. I was enjoying the view."

Max twists his head back into the pillows, flush with embarrassment, hyperaware of Daniel's fingers.

"Did you call Rico?"

He nods, rolling his hips again without realizing, caught up in the thought of Rico's fingers, Rico's hands, his cock inside of him-

Daniel hums lightly.

"Good."

Some part of Max is aware that Daniel's got a weird hangup about the whole thing, but he can't figure out what it is, and Daniel told him to call Rico, so Max isn't going to feel bad about that.

There's a loud buzzing noise through the apartment for a moment, and Daniel steps away, leaving a friendly little pat on the back of Max's thigh.

"Concierge is letting someone up- hope you're ready, babe."

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Daniel has a nice condo. Rico doesn't want to think about the eye watering price tag on it, this high up in the heart of the city, but he can respect the work of whatever interior designer Daniel hired.

He's setting his keys and wallet down on the entryway shelf when Daniel comes around the corner, casually dressed in lounge clothes. It's different from the last time they'd met, when Rico had pinned him against the concrete wall, watched him pretend like it didn't make him hard.

He's looking down at him now, unimpressed.

Daniel offers him a blinding smile, completely fake.

"Rico, mate, glad you could make it."

Rico keeps his face flat, narrowing his eyes slightly as he steps forward into Daniel's space, towering over him as he rests one hand gently on his waist, leaning down next to his ear.

He keeps his voice low and soft- they don't need Max any more in the middle of this than he already is.

"I'll deal with you later."

Daniel's pupils blow wide, mouth parting as Rico gives his waist a harsh squeeze, stepping away from him.

"Where's Max."

Daniel swallows, and then he's leading them down a hallway, socks quiet against the hardwood floor. Rico can see Max as soon as the doorway comes into view- the bed is positioned to be seen from the hallway when the door is open.

He's splayed out on top of rumpled sheets, the muscles of his back flexing as he rolls his hips down into the mattress. His hair is wild in the way it gets when it's dried from the shower without styling, and Rico takes a moment to simply watch, drinking in the sight before he steps forward.

Daniel is still hovering in the doorway, and Rico eyes him, wondering how much his fragile mentality can handle.

Ultimately, Daniel's miraculous ability to get this far in life without confronting who he actually is isn't Rico's problem. He nods his head at the chair, cocking an eyebrow when Daniel pauses.

There's a thread of satisfaction in his chest when Daniel slinks over to the chair, fidgety and nervous.

Rico turns his attention back to Max. It's about teaching now- a hands on practical lesson.

He settles his palm between Max's shoulders, dragging it slowly down as his back as Max gasps underneath him, arching and twisting his head to meet Rico's eyes.

"Rico-"

"Hi, sweetheart."

Max's face is flushed, pink across his cheeks and ears, eyes glassy and wide as he grips at Rico's arms, practically dragging him into the bed.

Rico allows it, maneuvering so that his back is against the headboard, Max pressing into his lap. He steadies him with his hands across his waist, fondness lighting up his chest.

"Easy, Max."

Max frowns, lips pressing into a pout.

"Rico, I have already been waiting, I want-"

He's whiny, clearly having expected Rico to just come in and fix things.

Rico runs his hands down Max's sides, thumbs brushing over the soft skin under his ribs.

"You have to let me prep you, okay? You've been very good, waiting this long, I just need a little bit longer."

He brings one hand up, carefully cradling Max's face. They've crossed just about every line of their friendship lately, and Max gets clingy, needs reassurance- Rico's willing to take the risk that this might help.

He leans closer, carefully watching Max, still running his other hand soothingly down Max's side.

"This okay?"

Max nods, eyes blown.

"Please."

Rico's gentle with it, carefully shifting Max in his lap as he kisses him, chaste and easy until Max's mouth falls open. He's eager, focused on getting more, moving easily where Rico wants him.

He pulls back, heart tugging at the mournful noise Max makes.

He's pretty like this, perched over Rico's thighs, pale skin and lean muscle on display, pink flush down his chest.

Rico's eyes flick over briefly to Daniel, mesmerized in the chair, fingers gripping tight into the fabric of the arms. It'll be interesting to watch him fall apart over this- but he's not Rico's priority.

There's a bottle of lube on the nightstand, easily within reach for Rico, and he pressed a brief kiss to Max's lips before leaning over and snagging it.

"You're doing good for me sweetheart, keep being patient."

He arranges them so Max is laid out on his back, hands wrapped around Rico's arms. It's easy to flick to cap of the bottle, even easier to quirk an eyebrow at Daniel, a silent motion for him to pay attention.

He lets the lube sit between his fingers for a moment, letting it warm to body temperature as he leans down and kisses Max again, making his way across his jaw, down his neck.

Max presses up into it, breathy as his fingers tighten around Rico's biceps.

"Ah- feels good, fuck, please-"

Rico hums against his skin, bringing his fingers down to trace against Max's ass, kissing against his jaw.

"I know, I'm on it."

His first finger goes easy- he could probably do two right now, but that's not the point. The point is showing how prep can be good, just as good as the actual sex.

Max's legs fall open for him, gasping as Rico works his finger carefully, letting him adjust.

His nails dig into Rico's arms when he brushes against his prostate, arching up into his grip.

"Missed you, missed your fingers, I can- I can take another one, please-"

Rico grins, presses another kiss to Max's lips as he pushes in his second finger.

"So pretty for me, Max, all stretched out here on the bed- you put up with so much, don't you?"

Max blinks up at him, wiggling his hips when Rico's fingers fall still.

"Rico."

He laughs softly, scissoring them slowly inside of him.

"Really, Daniel here is very lucky you're as sweet and patient as you are, yeah?"

He deliberately looks up at Daniel, who's white knuckling the fabric of the chair with one hand, the other shoved into his pants, bottom lip caught between his teeth.

His eyes widen at being addressed, cheeks flushed. Rico scoffs, looking back down at Max.

"He's just ungrateful, Max. That's his problem to solve, not yours."

Max's head drops back as Rico teases a third finger, moaning.

"How- How many, please, I'm being good."

Rico kisses him again, appeasing.

"I want to get to four, sweetheart. You're being perfect, don't worry. I just want to make sure you're nice and ready for me- I'm not going to hurt you."

Max whines, shifting his hips to try and get Rico's fingers deeper, starting to get impatient.

"I'm ready, Rico, I want-"

Rico curls his three fingers against Max's prostate, watches him arch underneath him as he moans.

"Please, please-"

Another soft kiss to Max's collarbone, and he's carefully working the three fingers, trying to stretch him gently.

"I want you to tell me something first, yeah?"

Max's eyes flutter back open, watery and wide as he looks at him.

"Whatever you want, I'll say whatever-"

There's a smile tugging at the corners of Rico's mouth, working one of his hands up Max's chest.

"I want you to tell me that you're good, and that you deserve better."

Max's breathing stutters, confused. There's a sharp inhale from the chair, and Rico's mouth curls into a vicious smirk, tucked by Max's jaw where he can't see.

He looks up at Daniel from under his lashes, braced completely over Max as he works him apart with his fingers.

He deliberately stops moving his fingers, and Max makes a frustrated cry, gripping Rico tight enough that he's half expecting to have little fingerprints bruises tomorrow morning.

"Rico-"

He doesn't break eye contact with Daniel, speaking low near Max's ear.

"Say it, sweetheart."

Max bucks his hips impatiently, squirming under Rico. His blush has gotten darker.

"I-"

Rico lets his pinky tease at the edge of Max's rim, but he doesn't move the other three fingers.

"You're good, and you deserve better."

"I'm good-"

Rico curls his fingers directly into Max's prostate, and he chokes out a loud moan, eyes wide.

"Almost there."

His pinky slips in easily, and he carefully scissors them, testing the give.

"And I- I deserve better."

Daniel's squirming in the chair, head tilted back as he palms at his dick, and Rico doesn't know him very well, but-

"Stop touching, Daniel."

Daniel freezes, and Max squirms under Rico again, impatient.

Rico locks eyes with Daniel, smug.

"I think you know that I want you to behave- and it's not like it's hard, is it? Max is doing such a good job showing you how to be good."

Daniel gulps, mouth opening for a moment before Rico turns his attention back to Max. He's not interested in anything he has to say.

Max tugs at his arms, pulling him down for a kiss as Rico finally pulls his fingers out.

He brushes a thumb across Max's cheek, watching him pant underneath him.

He's so good- Rico has no idea how Daniel has fucked this up so bad. Max is perfect, easy to work with and eager to please.

"Want to show him how pretty you are when you get fucked properly?"

Max flushes deeper, fingers tightening across his biceps.

"Please-"

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📚 NERD!JIMIN HEADCANNONS (2)

warnings: literally non lol. fluff, yearning, pining, slight jealousy and angst if you squint and cover your eyes. he has a PHHHHAAAATTTTTT crush on reader. cutie pie.

lulu speaks: i recommend you read PART 1 before continuing. highly recommended, not 100% necessary.

✎ nerd!jimin who doodles tiny marvel logos in the margins of his notes and once drew your name in comic sans.

✎ nerd!jimin who acts like he doesn’t know how to share a word document, just so you lean over and touch his computer. he’s an honor roll student. he knows how to share a word document.

✎ nerd!jimin who is so unfortunately obvious with his crush on you that professors give him cheeky little side eyes when you interact with him.

✎ nerd!jimin who carries a mini glasses cleaning kit in a tiny pouch. there’s a spray bottle of cleaner and two different microfiber cloths.

✎ nerd!jimin who runs a reddit account where he corrects marvel lore inaccuracies but logs out in shame every time he gets upvoted.

✎ nerd!jimin who said “you look really pret— uh— prepared! f-for class. your notes! are nice.” and then didn’t speak again for two days.

✎ nerd!jimin who knows your laugh by heart. not just the sound—but the types. your real laugh. your fake laugh. your giggle when you're trying not to laugh in class. he could give a TED talk about it.

✎ nerd!jimin who once walked past your classroom while you were giving a presentation and literally backed up to stand by the door so he could listen in. heart pounding. smiling like an idiot every time you made a joke.

✎ nerd!jimin who prays you’ll ask him for help in class. he wants to explain the quadratic formula to you. he wants you to say “you’re so smart, jimin.” he’d black out if you did.

✎ nerd!jimin who saw his first marvel movie in theaters at age 10 and it literally altered his brain chemistry. he walked out thinking he was iron man. his mom had to drag him away from the cardboard standee.

✎ nerd!jimin who secretly fantasizes about watching every marvel movie with you in chronological order. on his couch. a blanket, snacks, you asking him questions everytime a new face appears on the screen. him explaining the lore. you leaning on his shoulder during thor: love and thunder.

✎ nerd!jimin who literally forgets how to breathe when you’re near. he has to manually inhale. “okay, jimin. inhale. now smile. no, not like a serial killer. relax. look cool.”

✎ nerd!jimin who gets stupidly jealous way too often. he bites the inside of his cheek and taps his pencil like he’s trying to stab the table. his jealousy doesn’t look explosive—it looks like fidgeting, clenched fists, murmuring “whatever, he’s not even that funny.”

✎ nerd!jimin who gets caught staring at you and does that abnoxiously awkward thing where he looks away too fast and pretends to read. it’s actually a sticky note he wrote to himself that says, “finish chem hw dumbass.”

✎ nerd!jimin who bumps into you in the hallway and apologizes nine times before realizing it was barely a graze. “sorry! i wasn’t looking. my fault. are you okay? i didn’t—okay. sorry. i’ll just—okay. sorry.”

✎ nerd!jimin who organizes his closet by color, category, and season. all his socks are folded into perfect little cubes.

✎ nerd!jimin who fidgets constantly. with his pen, his sleeves, the drawstring of his hoodie. if he’s concentrating, he’ll chew the inside of his cheek or bounce his leg so hard the table shakes.

✎ nerd!jimin who gets the hiccups when he’s nervous. you smile at him for too long? hic. you sit next to him during a lecture? hic. he wants to cry and crawl into his backpack.

✎ nerd!jimin who thinks loving you must be some kind of secret superpower. something he was cursed or blessed with. something that makes every day a little harder—and a lot better.

lulu speaks pt2: hi 👋🏼👋🏼 nobody asked for this but I wanted this to happen. and you can’t stop me. nobody can. never. NEVERRRRR MWAHAHAHAHAHA

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With interactive technology, kiosks provide flexible digital solutions for a range of environments, enhancing user experiences. Digital kiosks in museums provide educational content and help with directions, while display kiosks in shopping centers are used for customer assistance and advertising. In public areas, information kiosks offer important information, and in facilities such as hospitals, queue management systems improve services by reducing down on wait times. These multipurpose areas are essential to modern consumer interaction because they provide easily accessible and user-friendly interfaces that improve customer happiness and service efficiency.

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Praise Be - Kafka Hibino x Fem!Reader CW: NSFW. Established relationship, corny Kafka Hibino, praise, worship, pet names, missionary and cowgirl. || Minors Do Not Interact || WC: 993 || As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Praising you comes as easy to Kafka Hibino as putting his life on the line daily as a member of the Kaiju Defense Force—in other words, it’s as easy as breathing.

At first, you thought it would eventually taper off as it does in most relationships when the honeymoon period ends. Because isn’t the chase the fun part?

But as weeks turned into months and you both drifted into that comfortable lull that most relationships eventually enter, the compliments didn’t stop; they just became soul-achingly personal to you.

Walking through the halls at HQ, he’ll wiggle his eyebrows, give you an exaggerated wink, and shoot you the finger guns. “Looking good, beautiful!”

Hoshina cackles as he walks past you both. “Oh, he’s down bad.”

But the opinions of others don’t matter because Kafka would yell it from the top of the tallest and most dangerous Kaiju’s head for all to hear if it meant making you crack a smile.

Leaning over your shoulder as you type away a time-sensitive report, his eyes scan the screen as he exhales—firm and steady like his adoration for you. “Fuck you’re smart. How did I get so lucky?”

And in the privacy of his quarters—where you both can be raw, unfiltered, authentically each other—he describes you in ways no one ever has.

Full lips caress the tip of your ear, warm breath curling the loose strands of your hair as you lose yourselves in one another.

His hips continue their steady, deep strokes, each thrust pushing him a little deeper, a little harder, until he could feel the head of his cock kissing something that feels impossibly deep and deliciously sensitive.

“You’re breathtaking.” His voice cracks with sincerity and something untempered.

“Everything about you is perfect—the way your lips wrap around my name, how you touch me when you want it deeper, how you gasp when it’s just right.”

It’s enough to make you blush, which you do, as you bite your lip. But the persistent heat to your cheeks doesn’t stop your body from asking for more. For everything.

With a groan, strong, calloused yet gentle hands grip your hip, pulling you flush against him as if you two could be any closer.

“Perfect arch, baby girl.”

“You make my chest ache so good when you look at me like that, baby.”

“Let me make you feel good with this cock—a cock that’s only meant to serve you.”

“Tell me exactly what you need, pretty.”

Not with words but with a roll of your hips, you show him exactly where you want him to drag his length, which spot he needs to kiss with the tip of the most intimate part of himself to make your breathing grow ragged.

“Yeah, right there? Just like that, gorgeous.” Smoldering eyes sweep over you, combined with a deep chuckle that makes your spine tingle.

“God, y-you’re going to break me,” he mutters through clenched teeth as he sinks into a spot that has eyes fluttering like he just tasted the most decadent sweetest thing.

Despite the state—and position—he has you in, you look up at him, eyes eclipsing with something that makes Kafka audibly swallow.

“Do you want to be broken, Kafka Hibino?”

“Y-yes, please,” he chokes out, eyes devouring every inch of you. And you swear you can hear the beating of his heart as you coax him onto his back.

And so you ride him like you desire to break him, but right when he’s on the verge of shattering, you slow the rotation of your hips, drawing out something between a needy whimper and a frustrated groan from those same lips used to praise you moments before.

He loves you like this—powerful, comfortable in your own skin, and absolutely glowing.

“I’ve never felt this good in my fucking life! You’re everything, baby. You’re the sun, the moon, the fucking universe. No, you’re more.”

You lean down, offering a thumb between his lips, which he suckles greedily and without apology. “You say that every time.”

And he might be babiling and rambling words of praise at you like he’s delivering a sermon to parched ears, but your statement sobers him briefly off his pussy-drunkenness. “I don’t take any of this lightly.”

For a moment, your hips still as you look down at him—really look—at the vulnerability, yet steadfast certainty in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this. Dreamt of you.”

Your brow furrows in reflective contemplation. Being in someone’s dream, especially someone like Kafka, is not only deep, it’s serious.

“But it turns out that reality is way better than the dream. This,” he gently squeezes your hip, “is everything.”

Eyes softening and heart aching, you continue your movements. You both gasp from the friction, which somehow feels sharper, like you were both experiencing life in blurred, dull Polaroids and now those same pictures have been developed in full, vivid color.

His hips tilt upward—once, twice—as if he’s testing the waters of his own limits before he begins to buck up to meet your erratic undulations.

“I would be everything and anything you’d need me to be if it meant experiencing you like this until the day I die.”

God, it’s a steady stream with him, but you don’t mind. Hell, it manages to stoke the flames of your stamina, allowing you to ignore that tell-tale burn in your thighs that usually precedes you rolling off and allowing him to retake the reins. No, you want to finish him off this way.

“You already are everything, Kafka Hibino. Now stop talking and let me break you like I promised.”

Kafka’s eyes nearly roll to the heavens as you hit a spot that makes him leak and twitch.

“You are literal bliss, baby. I can’t get enough of you. Take exactly what you need cuz I wanna give it to you.”

It never stops.

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